Saturday, August 30, 2008

hehe. bra.

< immature stupidity >

i have seen this image splashed on the front page the last few times i've logged into myspace:

first of all, Bra Boys is a very entertaining name for a bunch of Badass Aussie Surfer Dudes.

secondly...i am very, very disappointed not to be seeing boys in bras. this is false advertising! get on it!

< /immature stupidity >


i wish this were real.

even though there's no one i want to take revenge upon in that would be fantastic if it were really an option.

and, as it stands, the website is a really funny read. still, it makes me sad that it's not real, because it is the best idea ever for a revenge business.

i do, i don't, whatever

nothing coherent this morning, but i do have a few words:
  • screw you, you trumpet on your website that you are "the top rated dating site, hitwise." WELL DUH. that's not hard, 'cause you have a bunch of redirects set such that in case someone types "" instead of "", you hvae set up a page or two of redirects that eventually lead to your site. that doesn't mean that you have lots of people signed up for your site. that means that people make typographical errors, curse at their klutzy little fingers when they reach your website instead of blogger, shake their heads, and type the right address to blogger. and then, if it's the first time they've seen your ridiculous claim, they may blog about just how meaningless it is.
  • "basura solamente" is one of the most awesome album titles ever. what makes it even better is that the music on it is not trash at all...after the fight rocks my socks off.
  • i had such a weird night at the casino last night. the real poker was full of was an evil combination of terrible cards and not really being in the right mental state to play poker...i wasn't ever able to get in the zone. however, i still ended up ahead, because before playing poker, we screwed around at the three-card poker table. it's not poker at all, but it was a very entertaining which i got very, very lucky on one hand. i'm happy about that luck, but it still left a sour taste in my mouth that any actual skill [specifically, Omaha High/Low skill] was missing in action. i need better focus next time.

Friday, August 29, 2008


"Every time Barack Obama speaks, an angel has an orgasm."

the Daily Show outdid itself tonight.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Bob's not Smilin' anymore.

best blog post title ever, courtesy of Above the Law:

Smilin' Bob = Epic Fail.

it's a post about the head of Berkeley Nutraceuticals1, the company that makes Enzyte, being sentenced to 25 years in the slammer for fraud, conspiracy, and money laundering.

1 strangely enough, there is no mention of this momentous occasion in the "in the news" section of Berkeley's website.

from the stupid criminal files...

dear would-be criminals,

if you want to take hostages, you're well advised to keep them under wraps until you can abscond into the ether and evade the police. to do this, you need to actually hold your captives...well, captive.

you don't send them unattended on a beer run. they may come back with cops.

the persecuted crack smoker


i start my job a week from monday.

this scares me. i've had summer jobs, i've had school-term jobs, i've even had full-time jobs for a short term, during my year off between college and law school. however, i've never had a full-time, indefinite-term job that was actually part of a career trajectory. my job that i'm starting a week from monday, of course, is the first real job of my legal career.

even though i worked there for twelve weeks last summer, and know a lot of the people there, i'm still really scared. i don't know if i'll like it. i don't know exactly what projects i'm going to be on, or exactly which attorneys i'm going to be working most closely with. i don't know if i'll be any good at what i'm doing. i know the summer associate experience is nothing actually like the experience of being a real associate, so i still feel like i'm going into this job blind.

furthermore...i've had a ton of free time over the years being a student, and even more free time over the last month or so. i've had the freedom to drop everything and skip town when i've wanted to. i've had the freedom to sleep until noon at will, and ditch class if i felt like it. i'm not excited about giving so much freedom up. i'm going to be working a lot of hours; that is the lot of the junior associate. i can't let work become my entire life; that's not the kind of person i am. i will make room to maintain a social life and a personal life outside of work. however, i know it is going to be an uphill battle.

it still seems completely surreal that i start work so soon. i keep telling myself that i still have time off...but these last few days, it has been creeping up on me, unavoidable.

bitch bitch bitch

i am horrified that any show that would bill itself as "the dream team of american medicine" would brag about noting that a woman was pregnant.

then again, that's probably the raving childfree in me. sure, it's probably a good thing that a woman who *wants* kids is pregnant. but, please note that fact before trumpeting it. otherwise, it makes me twitch a lot.

dr, phil needs to beat it. he makes too many assumptions.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Lloyds is pants!

sometimes, customer dissatisfaction leads to hilarity. let me count the ways:
  1. guy is dissatisfied with how Lloyds Bank deals with a travel insurance issue.
  2. guy changes his account password to "Lloyds is pants."
  3. member of Lloyds staff notices guy's password.
  4. staff member changes it to "no it's not."
  5. guy tries to change password back to "Lloyds is pants."
  6. guy is not allowed to change his password back.
  7. guy tries to change password to "Barclays is better."
  8. this attempt to change his password is rejected as well.
in other news, i really need to start calling things that suck "pants." i had never been exposed to that colloquialism before reading this article, but it's fantastic.


i realised today that i'm finally back in some semblance of city shape.

when i lived in chicago from 2000-2005, i walked all the time. half-mile walks were nothing. walks of a mile or two, even, were old hat. they didn't faze me...they were just a normal part of everyday life. i took my ability to just walk and walk and walk for granted.

when i moved to st. louis, things changed. i didn't really stop and realise it, but i stopped walking nearly so much. i would occasionally walk places, such as out to the loop. but, usually, i was in vehicles. my walk to the bus stop was only half a block from either of the two places i lived. often friends would drive me around to places, especially when they were inconvenient to public transit, or if we were going to be out too late for public transit. [given st. louis' pathetic excuse for public transit, this happened often.] as a result, i walked less...and less...and less.

i didn't realise it until i moved back to chicago in may. but, being in st. louis killed my ability to walk even short distances. my poor legs were out of practice. anytime i had to walk more than a couple of blocks, my feet, calves, or both would start to hurt a lot. when i was alone, it hurt. when i was with others, not only did it hurt, but it was embarrassing when i had to ask people to slow down because my legs hurt so much. this plagued me during my first month or two back in town, but i kept walking, hoping that my legs would eventually be able to take it again.

i just had a realisation today: at least over the last couple of weeks, they're back to what i always conceived as normal.

i took so many long walks around manhattan and long island last week, and my legs never bothered me. today i walked around a ton...all the way out to lincoln square and back. my legs still feel great; i could do it again. i always knew that being in a big city led to me being in better shape than i'm in when i'm not in a big city...and it's really nice to feel some progress in that regard.

i'm in over my head...

i'm doing research into the blogger API...and it's looking like the blogger section of my blogging script is going to have to create and send an XML file. this is a little daunting, as i've neither used nor even really learned about XML before.

study time!


yes, i know, i should be setting up my bedroom.

instead i'm at a coffee shop near my house, getting some work done on my blogging script for the first time since i took the bar almost a month ago. [!] i had almost forgotten how nice it was to just sit, puzzle through a computer programming problem, and eventually solve it. i guess that's one nice thing about being such a novice programmer...every new little bit of code i add to my program feels like a major victory. this morning's little victory? getting the program to check to see whether the computer is connected to the internet. if it is, then the program allows the user to start blogging. if not, it informs the user that they are not connected to the internet, and tells them to connect before trying to run the program again.

it's such a simple task...but it feels so good that i figured out the proper syntax for telling my computer to do it.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

the president doesn't get a funny hat.

i've been getting AIM spam from screen names with "Salmon" or "Trout" in them for months. some of them are boring. some of them are weird. this one is just historically inaccurate:

OutOfSyncTrout: Pope Pius XII was a great President, don't you agree?



i have again been rather delinquent on putting together furniture. i haven't been as delinquent as yesterday, though. i put my chair together, and started on my desk. however, i thought it would be far more fun to finally set up mozilla thunderbird on this box, so i can have one place to check all my email. so, that's what i've been up to this afternoon instead of finishing up my desk.

maybe i'll have everything assembled by the end of the week?

today's tuesday...and some people on the normal pub trivia squad can't go. this is good news for me, as one of the subsitutes. i'm looking forward to pub trivia fun, since i haven't been since the day before i left for boise, way back at the beginning of the month.

i should get ready for trivia, but not yet. i don't have to leave until seven, and it's only five. before i get ready, i think i'm going to finish the book i started a few days ago. it's called spam kings, and it's fascinating. it's about the battle between spammers and anti-spammers in the early aughts. i haven't been particularly up in arms about spam in years, ever since all of my email providers [most notably gmail and my law school] put up such good spam filters, filters that have kept thousands of junk ads from reaching my eyes. however, spam is a major waste of resources and bandwidth, and it's neat to see what kinds of measures the hardcore anti-spammers have gone to in order to fight off the spammers.

more surprise buttsets!

my blog is on the first page when you google the word "buttsets."



exchange between me and foofy_attorney, a few minutes ago:

me: guess what Rob did this evening on the phone to cheer me up.
foofy: sent you a lolcat with a penguin on it?
me: no...
foofy: sent you a penguin with a lolcat on it?
me: no...
foofy: sent you a lolcat with a penguin on it, compiling a linux kernel?
me: no...although that would make me really happy.
foofy: i knew it would.
me: he sang me "albuquerque." by weird al yankovic. all twelve minutes of it.
foofy: wow...that's love. i think in several societies, you'd officially be married.

Monday, August 25, 2008

new york pictures :)

i got back from new york yesterday after being there for ten days. i'll spare you the schmoopy rants about how i wish i were still there [although i really, really wish i were still there.] however, i did take a ton of pictures.

views of Manhattan from Rockefeller Center, 8.18.08

the elegant inside of the Rockefeller Center observatory

one of these books is not like the others...

emo hair at the Columbus Circle subway station.

apparently they've been having some problems with misbehaviour in the ladies' room at Penn Station.

Rob, incognito.

the inside of a subway car, circa 1930. [this, like the subway pictures following, was taken at the new york transit museum.]

the ostentatious floor of a sixty year-old prototype car.

the terminus display mechanisms on old trains fascinate me.

getting thrown in the slammer for spitting would suck.

the train cars from 1949 had futuristic porthole doors!

no good on the money train.

the money train looks like a hospital.

no commies allowed.

epic cuteness at the train station.

Rob's phone and my phone are having hot, hot phone sex! his phone really pushed my phone's soon as i extricated my phone from his, i realised that my phone had called one of the numbers on its speed dial. naughty telephones!

i'm wearing my Rob costume.

Rob's wearing his nicky costume.

Rob took this picture of the skyline from Battery Park.

i know what you're thinking after reading can't wait to see more pictures! you're in luck...all the pictures i took in NYC [including a TON of shots of old subway cars at the transit museum!] are right here.


i saw this on cat_macros this morning...can we say adorable?


Sunday, August 24, 2008


i'm back in chicago.

my flights ran on time, but the trip home was arduous, between the blue line shuttle between jefferson park and irving park, as well as the addison bus having stopped running by eight thirty on sunday.

i'm not sure, though, how much of my tiredness is from the travel, though, and how much of it is emotional. i just had the best week and a half of my life, and suddenly being over eight hundred miles away from the person responsible for it is sad as well as disorienting.

anyway, it's bedtime. 'night, interwebstubes.

Friday, August 22, 2008

lirr weirdness

i had the weirdest train ride on wednesday night.

before the train ride was strange enough. i had been in penn station quite a few times before, but always during the day. it was always bustling, but never particularly weird. it was usually full of harried businesspeople on the weekdays, and full of confused tourists on the weekends. however, i had never been there really late at night.

however, it's a different story at 12:30 in the morning. it's full of...weird. there were loud drunks and quiet drunks. there were people so tired they couldn't walk straight. there were people clearly too perky for their own good, given the late hour. there were people who smelled funny...enough from that subset to make the entire waiting area for the train smell like an amalgam of all of their bad smells. penn station after midnight is surreal.

the train ran about ten, maybe fifteen minutes late, but it eventually left the station. most of the seats were taken; there were far more people than i expected on it. there were lots of loud people, lots of sleeping people, and various groups of people who all slept through their transfers in jamaica and were informed by the conductor that there would be no more trains to their destination until eight the next morning. this made them less than happy.

however, the real weirdness happened later. somewhere around seaford or so [almost an hour into the journey], the conductor went onto the intercom and made an announcement reminding the people on the train that there is no pugilism allowed on the long island rail road. there was no pugilism going on in my train car, but i would have been entertained to see what prompted that announcement.

a minute later, if that, another announcement from the conductor, "this is a reminder to all passengers that there is no fornication or fellatio allowed on the train." i don't even want to know, and i'm glad i didn't see.

then, we got to massapequa park--a mere two stops from our final destination. it was about two in the morning. the train stopped, the doors opened, people got on and off, and the doors shut again. but, the train didn't move. finally, they made an announcement about how there was a medical emergency, and the train was waiting for emergency crews to show up on the scene. this was odd. they tried to make it sound like someone had suffered an emergency on the train, but it was still strange because usually if there's an emergency on a train, the person will be removed to the platform with some people to watch him until emergency crews arrive, and then the train will go on its way.

the train just stayed there, and the conductor made the same exact announcement every few minutes--with no new information, save replacing "crews are on their way" with "crews are here" when they arrived, and occasionally adding admonitions to the passengers not to crowd the scene of the emergency. they never told us what was wrong. we sat in the car, kind of clueless, intermittently wondering if it was pugilism, fornication, or fellatio that caused the problem.

we still don't know what actually happened. there were no articles in any papers about people being run over by a train, and none of the lirr advisory emails described the problem in detail.

they eventually told us to get off the train, and that a new train was on its way to pick us up on the other side of the platform. eventually the new train showed up--around three in the morning. it was a diesel engine, not run too often on that branch of the long island rail road, and had double decker cars. this made me happy, and even though we were only taking it two stops, i insisted we ride on the top level just for awesomeness' sake. that ride went without incident, and we ended up being no worse for the wear except for massive lack of sleep.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

no accounting for taste

yesterday's dinosaur comic is full of win.

in other news...well, i do have more that i want to say, but i'm running late getting ready and going into manhattan to meet my friend for lunch, so that will have to be written later.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

jealousy, or the lack thereof

i was at lunch today with a friend of mine, and something he said took me aback...and then made me think about how lucky i've been.

we were eating lunch, and he asked me my plans for the rest of the day. i told him i was going to tool around manhattan a while longer, and be back on long island by the time my boyfriend got back from work. he looked at me and asked, "does he know we're meeting up? is he okay with it?"

at first i was taken aback. of course he knew what i was up to today, and of course he's okay with it. it's my free time, and i can do whatever i want. i tell him because i like to tell's nice for him to know fun things i'm up to, just like i like to know interesting or exciting things he does.

being posed such a question, and not being used to having such a question be posed, made me see how fortunate i've been in one aspect of my relationships. i've never had to deal with The Jealous Significant Other. as many random things as may have gone wrong in my past relationships, i've never had to deal with a significant other who got jealous or snippy or annoyed when i hung out with my friends. they trusted me enough to know that time spent with my friends, of whatever gender they may be, was just that. it wasn't an invitation to cheat, and it wasn't something to raise suspicion. i've always believed it's normal, healthy, and necessary to spend quality time with friends, whether i'm in a romantic relationship or not...they're different kinds of interactions, and being in a romantic relationship does nothing to remove or replace the need to hang out with friends.

it doesn't even cross my mind to think that anyone i'm dating would not respect that need, and i need to count myself lucky that i've never been in a situation where that's a concern.


i have messy, spiky emo boy hair today. it's going to be a good day.

Monday, August 18, 2008

hooray! the cactus hatched!

the funniest thing happened at lunch today.

early this afternoon, i was down near times square, having lunch with Jammie, and the hostess at the restaurant came over to our table with an extremely confused look on her face. the following weirdness ensued:

hostess: excuse me, are you nicolle?
me: yes, i am.
hostess: i have a message from Roy...something about a cactus.
me: what about the cactus?
hostess: he said to tell you that the cactus was hatched.
me: thank you. that's good to know.

of course, as the hostess left, Jammie and i about died laughing, knowing exactly who was up to such shenanigans.

and, on the way out, when the hostess wished us a good day...she had a look on her face that screamed, "oh my goodness, it's those cactus girls."


i'm still in new york, and will be for another week. yet, that seems like far too short a time.

Friday, August 15, 2008

paul and storm!!!!!



october 24, paul and storm are playing at schuba's...a bar about five blocks from my house. this is, of course, all kinds of awesome. paul and storm crack me up so much.

who wants to go with me?

tee hee.

bad puns for the win. yay, diesel sweeties!!!


my stuff is all packed.

i leave for o'hare in about three hours.

in less than twelve hours, i'll be in new york with my sweetie.

i am so happy right now.

Thursday, August 14, 2008


my furniture just arrived! :D

this is awesome. i probably won't unpack everything today, but my goal is to at least put it all together today so i can put everything away when i get back from new york.

i've got a dresser, a desk, a desk chair, a night table, and a other words, i will have a furnished room as opposed to the dull, box-filled, un-lived-in chambers i occupy now.

this is a good thing. i never felt like i settled into my studio in st. louis, and i definitely never settled into the lincoln square place since i knew from the outset that i'd be moving after the bar exam. this new place? i'm determined to make it home.

karaoke awesomeness

last night was a really strange night out at karaoke.

first, we started at victory. i sang two songs there..."ugly" by the exies and "my heart will go on" by celine dion. i had never done "ugly" before, and it went better than i thought i did. for some reason i thought the song was in a lower register. i don't know if the song is just higher than i thought, or if the karaoke track was a few steps sharp [i suspect the latter], but either way i wasn't straining to hit the low notes, so that was good.

even though my singing went fairly well, the crowd was awful. there were only a couple people there who were even paying attention to karaoke; the vast majority of people there were just these packs of yuppies drinking beer and ignoring everything that was not going on at their tables. they didn't even do the perfunctory courtesy of clapping when people finished singing songs. if we're in a big enough group of karaoke singers, sometimes that's not a huge problem. however, last night was not such a night, since the only people who went out to sing were the foof and i. no one else came out, but we still went since i've been out of town so much and am going back out was good to go out, sing some karaoke, and actually see the foof for once. we decided to cut our losses and go over to friar tuck, a karaoke bar a little over half a mile northeast of victory. we usually only do friar tuck on thursdays, but they also have karaoke on wednesdays.

on the walk, a little bit of unintentional hilarity ensued. i was on the phone with rob, and the first couple of minutes of that conversation involved quite a bit of relaying the foof's barbs at me and rob's responses to such barbs at me. finally, the foof and rob had come to the conclusion that they were "nameless male friend of nicky's #1" and "nameless male friend of nicky's #2." they then simultaneously posited the idea that they should start a club. talk about great minds thinking alike. both of those guys crack me up so much...there's a reason that one of them is my best friend, and one of them is my boyfriend. seriously, they need to meet face-to-face sometime, because i think they'd get along swimmingly.

friar tuck was far better. the karaoke jockey had gotten pages and pages of new songs since the last time we had been there, which was exciting. song selection has always been friar tuck's drawback...the crowd is usually good, and the karaoke jockey is amazing. but, the song selection is far smaller than victory's. it's still not quite as big, but she added a ton.

at friar tuck last night, i did "chasing cars" by snow patrol and "amish paradise" by weird al yankovic. i have sung both of those songs before, but i don't think i've done either one since at least last summer, so it was fun to do them again. still, several quite entertaining things happened at friar tuck:
  1. i sang pretty soon after i got to friar tuck. then, the foof went. after he sang, i saw a rather familiar person come up to sing: specifically, the hiring partner at the law firm where i'm starting work next month. it wasn't a shock to see him out singing karaoke, since i know he likes karaoke about as much as i like karaoke. however, i had never run into a co-worker, much less a superior, when i was out with my friends before. it was okay...we said hello, exchanged pleasantries, and then went back to our relative groups of friends. it wasn't as strange or as nerve-racking as i expected it would be to run into someone from work when out...but still, a little odd.
  2. out of nowhere, one of our friends showed up. it was hilarious...the foof was a little out of it, using his ipod to refresh his memory of a song he was about to sing. he had stepped outside of the bar so he could actually hear the song. as he comes back in, i see another friend of ours chasing him, trying to get his attention. it was a lot of fun, though...i hadn't seen dan in a couple weeks, so it was great to hang out with him again.
  3. later in the evening, someone came up and sang "yoda" by weird al yankovic. i was reading along to the karaoke track, as i frequently do when someone is singing a song that i recognize but don't necessarily know all the words to. occasionally, the spelling is not the best, and this was quite possibly my favourite example of that, ever. at one point, the lyrics screen referred to "obi juan." i point this out to the foof...who, after paroxysms of laughter, musters up his best darth vader voice and starts demanding to "bring me his non-union mexican counterpart."
all in all, a fabulous night out.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


i'm back in chicago.

only two more days until i leave for new york, and get to see the awesome Rob T Firefly again.


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

memery? memery.

it's late, but i'm not sleepy yet. thus, methinks i shall do a rather lengthy survey, ganked from agent alpo.

no rules were listed, but i'm working under the assumption that i'm supposed to be bolding the statements that are true about myself. if these are not the actual rules to the survey, then the survey powers-that-be can come and bite me.]

- I am 5'4 or shorter.
- I think I'm ugly.
- I have many scars. [ahhhh, life as a klutz.]
- I tan easily.
- I wish my hair was a different colour. [my turquoise has faded a lot. i think i'm going to re-dye it blue on the 14th.]
- I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour.
- I have a tattoo. [i've got a chicago flag on my left shoulder.]
- I am self-conscious about my appearance. [not a lot...but occasionally enough that saying no to this statement would be a lie.]
- I have/I've had braces. [fifth grade through seventh grade. i hated them, but i loved getting different coloured rubber bands every month.]
- I wear glasses. [nope...but i wear contacts. i can't see the big E on top of the eye chart without them.]
- I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free. [not worth going under the knife for cosmetic reasons.]
- I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
- I have had more than 2 piercings.
- I have had piercings in places besides my ears. [i miss my eyebrow piercing so much.]
- I have freckles.

Family/Home Life:
- I've sworn at my parents.
- I've run away from home.
- I've been kicked out of the house.
- My biological parents are together.
- I have a sibling less than one year old.
- I want to have kids someday.
- I have children.
- I've lost a child.

- I've slipped out a "LOL" in a spoken conversation. [embarrassing? i don't think so. i use a ton of internet speak IRL.]
- Disney movies still make me cry. [WALL-E, anyone? okay, that was Pixar, but they're a subsidiary.]
- I've snorted while laughing.
- I've laughed so hard I've cried. [this is a regular occurrence.]
- I've glued my hand to something.
- I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose. [ask me about the "chug it" story from seventh grade lunch.]
- I've had my trousers rip in public. [several times.]
- I've had stitches. [only in my mouth, after oral surgery...but still, stitches.]
- I've broken a bone.
- I've had my tonsils removed.
- I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.
- I've had my wisdom teeth removed.
- I've had serious surgery.
- I've had chicken pox. [this was in kindergarten. i loved it when my parents told me i could cough in my siblings' faces so they'd catch they didn't have to miss any school later.]

- I've driven over 200 miles in one day.
- I've been on a plane.
- I've been to North America.
- I've been to Niagara Falls.
- I've been to Japan.
- I've been to Europe.
- I've been to Africa.

- I've been lost in my city. [there was one spectacular occasion...but, it's too long for a throwaway survey comment.]
- I've seen a shooting star.
- I've wished on a shooting star.
- I've seen a meteor shower.
- I've gone out in public in my pyjamas. [it's an integral part of the college experience!]
- I've pushed all the buttons in a lift.
- I've been to a casino.
[i do love the poker...what can i say?]
- I've been skydiving.
- I've gone skinny dipping. [in fact, i am on film skinny-dipping...a documentary about scavhunt.]
- I've played spin the bottle.
- I've crashed a car. [i totaled the family minivan when i was seventeen.]
- I've been skiing.
- I've been in a play.
- I've met someone in person from the Internet
- I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.
- I've seen the Northern Lights.
- I've sat on a roof top at night.
- I've played chicken.
- I've seen the Rocky Horror Show. [i was so old when i lost my virginity--twenty-four--but i have been to Rocky.]
- I've eaten Sushi. [so many times...i love sushi. it's one of my favourite foods.]
- I've been snowboarding

- I'm single.
- I'm in a relationship. [<3]
- I've gone on a blind date.
- I've been the dumpee more than the dumper. [i've only been dumped once...i'm a natural dumper, when it comes to such things.]
- I have a fear of abandonment.
- I've been divorced.
- I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.
- I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.
- I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.
- I've kept something from a past relationship. [doesn't everyone have at least pictures, or random, particularly useful gifts?]

- I've had a crush on someone of the same gender.
- I've kissed a member of the same gender.
- I've had sex with someone of the opposite gender.
- I've had sex with someone of the same gender.
- I've had sex with more than one person at the same time.
- I am a cuddler.
- I've been kissed in the rain.

- I've had sex outdoors.
- I've hugged a stranger.
- I have kissed a stranger.
- I have had sex with a stranger.
[yes, i knew their name, but if you don't know much else about them than that...then they're still a stranger.]

- I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.
- I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.

- I have lied to my parents about where I am.
- I am keeping a secret from the world. [i've tried. i've always failed. i'm an open book.]
- I've cheated while playing a game. [Game Genie FTW.]
- I've cheated on a test.
- I've driven through a red light.
- I've been suspended from school. [i almost was, my junior year of high school, but it never happened.]
- I've witnessed a crime.
- I've been in a fist fight.

- I've been arrested.
- I've shoplifted.

- I've consumed alcohol.
- I smoke cigarettes.
- I smoke pot.
- I regularly drink. [not anymore...i drank more often in law school, but now that i've moved back to Chicago...far less.]
- I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.
- I take cough medication when I'm not sick.
- I've done hard drugs.
- I've been addicted to an illegal substance.
- I can't swallow pills.
- I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.

Mental health:
- I have been diagnosed with depression.
- I shut others out when I'm depressed.
- I take anti-depressants.
- I have an eating disorder.
- I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.
- I've hurt myself on purpose.

- I'm addicted to self harm.
- I've woken up crying.

- I'm afraid of dying.
- I hate funerals.

- I've seen someone dying.
- I have attempted suicide.
- Someone close to me has attempted suicide.
- Someone close to me has committed suicide.

- I can sing well.
- I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
- I open up to others too easily.
- I watch the news. [i read the news on the internet.]
- I don't kill bugs.
- I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for sake of being able to rhyme.
- I fucking swear regularly.
- I sing in the shower.
- I am a morning person.
- I paid for my mobile phone ring tone
- I'm a snob about grammar.
- I am a sports fanatic.
- I play with my hair.
- I have/had "x"s in my screen name. [My very first sn on Yahoo]
- I love being neat.
- I love Spam.
- I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.
- I bake well.
- My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.
- I don't know how to shoot a gun. [i've held a gun before, but never shot one...well, i shot a BB gun once, but i was horrific.]
- I am in love with love. [love rocks, but i can't say i'm in love with love for the sake of love. i am, however, in love with my awesome boyfriend.]
- I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. [i want to kick anyone who does that.]
- I laugh at my own jokes.
- I eat fast food weekly.
- I believe in ghosts. [i lived in a haunted building one summer. there's no other way to explain it.]
- I am online 24/7, even as an away message
- I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
- I am really ticklish.
- I love white chocolate. [in fact, i think it's gross.]
- I bite my nails.
- I play video games. [not well, but there are a few i enjoy.]
- I'm good at remembering faces.
- I'm good at remembering names.
- I'm good at remembering dates.
- I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
- My answers are totally honest.

phew. that was long. that was probably also too much information, but if you didn't want TMI about me, then why are you reading this, anyway? ;)


haven't had much to say about the last couple of days.

i'm in boise still...through tomorrow, and then i'm leaving at the crack of dawn wednesday. it'll be a crazy two days back in chicago, trying to see as many people as i can as well as spending time thursday unpacking and putting together all my furniture.

i'm already so ready for it to be friday. these last three weeks have been some of the longest of my life, and it seems like the closer friday gets, the more slowly time creeps by.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

quote of the day

a short exchange about crosswords:

me: i was pretty full of fail at the crosswords today. i think i used up all of my brainpower coming up with the word "prehensile."
aunt: that was still a pretty impressive word.
me: now, if i ever find a crossword puzzle that uses the word "hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia", i can die happy.
aunt: what does that mean?
me: fear of the number 666.
brother: i thought that meant fear of hexagons.
me: that's got a few too many hexes in it to mean hexagon.
brother: maybe it means you're really afraid of hexagons.

little brother for the win.

Friday, August 08, 2008


i'm on my aunt's computer right now. my aunt has windows xp, and only has internet exploder as a browser...i checked, there's no firefox to be found anywhere. i think that's going to be a project i'll take on this week--i probably won't convince her to switch to linux, but at least i shall try to get her to start using firefox instead of internet exploder.

anyway, because it's ie and not firefox, there is no adblock. the internet is a far less awesome place without adblock on my browser. however, there is one ad that keeps popping up on livejournal that does make me giggle.

there keeps popping up an ad square on the right hand side of my livejournal page that says, "what do people think of windows vista when they don't know it's windows vista?" i clicked the link out of curiosity, and it took me to a webpage labelled the mojave experiment. it loaded a short video where people were complaining about the rumours they heard about vista, they were told to try "project mojave", a "new operating system in the works from microsoft", and then told that it was vista. immediately, they were raving about how amazing and awesome and fast and easy that vista was.

in short, microsoft is actually doing advertising based on all of the awful rumours floating around about vista. this concept entertains me.

i'm sure not everyone experiences all of the awful things that the rumours touch upon. maybe microsoft is ironing out at least some of the bugs. but, i would be curious to see the results of such an "experiment" if it were to be carried on by some third party--someone who's not microsoft, someone who has no incentive to pick and choose what it posts on its omghipnew marketing site.

and, i'd be interested to see how they rate it if they use a vista computer over and over for six months or a year, as the computer slows down and gets clogged up with viruses, spyware, "windows updates", and other assorted junk.


this was passed along to me over the intertubes...and i really don't know if it makes me want to laugh or cry.

probably cry.

The George W Bush Presidential Library is now in the planning stages. The Library will include:

  • The Hurricane Katrina Room, which is still under construction.
  • The Alberto Gonzales Room, where you won't be able to remember anything.
  • The Texas Air National Guard Room, where you don't even have to show up.
  • The Walter Reed Hospital Room, where they don't let you in.
  • The Guantanamo Bay Room, where they don't let you out.
  • The Weapons of Mass Destruction Room, which no one has been able to find.
  • The National Debt Room, which is huge and has no ceiling.
  • The Tax Cut Room, with entry only to the wealthy.
  • The Economy Room, which is in the toilet.
  • The Iraq War Room. (After you complete your first tour, they make you to go back for a second, third, fourth, and sometimes fifth tour.)
  • The Dick Cheney Room, in the famous undisclosed location, complete with shotgun gallery.
  • The Environmental Conservation Room, still empty.
  • The Supremes Gift Shop, where you can buy an election.
  • The Airport Men's Room, where you can meet some of your favorite Republican Senators.
  • The Decider Room, complete with dart board, magic 8-ball, Ouija board,dice, coins, and straws.

Note: The museum will feature an electron microscope to help you locate and view the President's accomplishments.


when we were going to and from the movies tonight, my brothers were blasting this song from the car. they thought it was completely awesome, or dope, or fly, or whatever they refer to their hot new rap songs as. i thought it was completely entertaining...but only because it was dorky as all-get-out.

i mean, come on? i'm not a hip hop fan by any stretch of the imagination, but how can you not love a little dude who manages to rhyme "alex ovechkin" in his rap? hilarious, asher roth, hilarious.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

travel rant #2

the rant i posted earlier this evening was small potatoes compared to what happened after i logged off my computer.

when i was writing that rant, i had a boarding document telling me that i was confirmed for a seat on the flight, but that i would be assigned a seat at the gate. i was fine with that, as long as i was checked in for the flight. i assumed everything would be okay, since [despite the preceding insanity] i was checked in for my flight an hour and a half beforehand.

they started boarding people. there were still ten people on the "confirmed awaiting seats" list, and then another fourteen on standby. i was number nine on the "confirmed awaiting seats" list.

they kept boarding people.

they stopped boarding people.

they shut the door.

by this point, i was still number nine on the "confirmed awaiting seats" list, and starting to feel like i was in no better position to get a seat than the people on standby. i had moved from my seat in the gate area over to the ticket counter to see what was going on.

i had no truly concrete idea why i was so low on the list, and United's list of factors wasn't helping me much. they said that people's position on the seating list was based on "mileage plus status, and other factors such as flight intangibles." so, in other words, i reasoned that because i had a $300 flight off of travelocity instead of paying $600 to buy the ticket direct from United, i probably wasn't going to get a seat because they were ridiculous enough to oversell a 150 person flight by ten people.

completely ridiculous.

finally, they printed out four tickets and gave them to the first four people among those still left on the "confirmed awaiting seats" list. there had, at least, been a few people who checked in but did not show up for the plane. those four happily took their tickets, walked over to the plane, and were allowed on. there were six of us left; i was fifth on the list. i was pleased to see the line move a bit, but i knew in my heart of hearts that there were not five more seats open on that plane.

this meant that i was going to be left in chicago overnight, since the next flight they had space to put people on was scheduled to leave at 9:30 tomorrow morning. of course, i generally don't complain about extra nights in chicago...but really, i didn't want to spend a night stressing out about flight mishaps, and i didn't want to catch the inevitable large amounts of guff for not making it to idaho on time.

finally, they called out one more person who could have a ticket. however, that person was a mother travelling with her kid, and only one of them would be able to go. they weren't splitting up. they called the third person on the list. she was travelling with a friend--and she and her friend weren't splitting up. then, they SO MUCH RELIEF. i claimed the ticket: the last seat on the plane.

what made it even more awesome? there was one woman standing at the desk, continuously screaming at the ticket clerk. whenever she started printing out tickets, or even looking as though she might be printing out tickets, she started screaming, "gimme a ticket! gimme a ticket! i'm travelling alone!" it turns out that Loud Obnoxious Screaming Lady was the last person on the list, and even though she was travelling alone...there were no more seats, and she was stuck at o'hare an extra night. karma's a bitch.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

travel rant #1

i hate the united terminal at o'hare.

this first leg of my journey has been rather inauspicious so far. i got to the addison blue line stop, waited forever for a train...and then the first train that came by was expressing from Logan Square to Jefferson Park, speeding right through all stops in between: including mine. finally another train came, and i was on my way.

then, i got to the airport. my flight is on USAir, so i went to the USAir terminal. logical, right? i go up to the electronic check-in, enter my information, and it can't find me. i try again. it can't find me. i talk to the attendant. he looks me up in the computer. he can't find me. he tells me that the 5:30 to Phoenix is on United and not USAir, and that i should go to the United terminal.

so, i hike over there. it turned out that there are about fifteen million numbers for this one flight to Phoenix, one for every single airline in United's little "star alliance." [note to Travelocity--it would be nice if you noted all of them in your reservation confirmations, or at least noted the main number under which the flight would be posted at the airport!] unlike the short lines in the USAir terminal, i had to go through an absurdly long line to check in for the flight, and then go through another long line for security. luckily, i'm a paranoid freak who never gets to the airport less than two hours before the flight, so i made it to the gate with time to spare, despite these annoyances.

still, i knew this was coming. my flight karma had been so good the last time i flew...when i went to and from HOPE, both of my flights landed early, without a hitch. i knew this trip was going to be a nightmare, and it hasn't disappointed yet although i have not even left Chicago city limits yet.



it's almost time to head to the airport.

i procrastinated so badly about fact, i'm still finishing that task up. oops. luckily, there's not a whole lot of stuff that i need. i need a week's worth of clothes1, the usual necessities, my computer, some books to read, a notebook to write in, maybe a couple of card games...but, really, what else?

alright...i'll catch you later. maybe i'll blog some more from the airports, maybe not. i'll definitely be blogging from idaho, since i'll have computer access there.

1 carefully screened, of course, to include shirts that do NOT show off my tattoo. my family [other than my little sister] does not know that i have one, and i am not sure that i want to show that off. i don't know what i'm going to do if my aunt suggests that i hang out in the patio hot tub, since my tattoo is on my shoulder--and visible when i'm wearing any swimsuit that is not made for extremely modest religious sects. i will cross that bridge when i come to this, i guess.


so, the clock has turned. it's wednesday now. and, tonight, i'm going to idaho for a week [the 6th until the 13th].

i haven't been to idaho to visit my relatives since december of 2005. it has been a very long time. i need to do it, if only because i promised them back in april that i'd come sometimes after the bar, instead of them coming to my law school graduation in may.

i'm stressed. i'm nervous. and, i'm counting the days until the 15th...when all kinds of awesomeness and happiness will ensue.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008


xkcd has been on a roll lately.

beware...don't read this unless you are somewhere where you can laugh really hard. don't read the hovertext unless you can do without oxygen for at least a minute.

salacious nail polish

i got a pedicure today. i know, pedicures are absurdly girlie, but i love them.

the best part was the name of the polish i got put on my toes. it's this deep purple colour. the name of the colour? "who are you wearing."


Monday, August 04, 2008


got to love getting off the phone and almost immediately hearing a tornado siren.

i didn't know if there actually was a tornado, but my roomies and i went to the basement for a while, just in case. [according to the trib, there weren't any tornadoes in the city limits, just in the suburbs.] we're all okay, and the thunderstorm is starting to recede. there's still a severe thunderstorm warning for another ten minutes or so, but no more tornadoes.

suburbs? to the suburbs. *shudder*

i need to get some furniture shopping done...and seriously. despite the fact that i'm not in college anymore, i still am of the opinion that ikea rocks. i mean...dressers, desks, bookcases, and swedish meatballs all in one place? sign me up!

this also means a long, relaxing journey on public transit. the store is in's an hour and a half on trains and buses each way, so that will give me lots of time to read more of the awesome new book i picked up at HOPE and haven't had the chance to read much of yet.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

brain death

i spent the entire day playing poker. it was fun...but wow. it became obvious that my brain is still not up for sustained activity. i thought it was...the bar ended wednesday, and it's now sunday. but, seven and a half hours of poker was just too much for it, and it has fallen to mush again.


Saturday, August 02, 2008

deleting barbri

i noticed a saved away message about barbri. since i [hopefully] will never have to go through that mess again, i tried to delete it.

a dialog box popped up. the heading on it asked me, "are you sure you want to delete barbri?"

i've never so profoundly relished clicking the "delete" button on a dialog box.

Friday, August 01, 2008


i did not know that Brian May, guitarist for Queen, is also an astrophysicist.

going to go have nerdgasm now. brb.

i haven't been this annoyed by spam in a long time.

i am proud of this blog. this blog is my home on the internet. no matter what has happened in my life, i have spent a lot of time and energy making sure this blog was full of all kinds of absurd, weird, and generally useless content...and that it is therefore an accurate representation of what is going on in my brain. it's not visually flashy, but it doesn't have to be. making this visually flashy would add nothing to the content, and i find the minimalist decor to be tasteful.

apparently, this is not enough in the fast-moving blogosphere. i got the following offer in my email:

sending that? to me? what a failure in targeting marketing.

sure, some blogs feel the need to get advertisers. blogging, as was probably inevitable, has gotten to the point that some people are trying to do it professionally. to blog professionally, you need income. to make income from a website, you either need your blog to be owned by a company that is paying you to keep it, or you need advertisers to pay that income in return for space on a well-visited blog page. it's common sense.

but, you all know what kind of blog this is.

why would i want to "connect with advertisers"? why would i want to vie for the chance to have three douchebag "blog design experts" give my blog an "extreme makeover" in order to make my chances to "connect with advertisers" somehow better?

the whole point of a blog is that you can be a "shack among mansions." sure, mansion types are starting to adopt blogging, but the beauty of the form is that people can make of it what they wish. they don't have to court advertisers or make income in order to make what they want of their blog, if that's not their goal. it can be frivolous or serious. it can be flashy or minimal. a blog can be just a place on the internet where a user can publish whatever they want, whenever they want, unfettered by the interests of anyone else.

this is my blog. i'm not trying to hawk anything; i'm not trying to convince anyone of an particular point of view. it's rantspace--my rantspace. it's eccentric, visually minimal, and it does exactly what i want it to do. friends, acquaintances, and new readers are always welcome. advertisers, not so much; whatever izea is, it can go back to florida where it came from, because i'm not interested.


if the fact that they're not mismarketing their vapid hype services to personal blogs isn't ridiculous enough, their attempts to pass these ads off as not being spam are absolutely offensive. i almost missed it, but in tiny text below the big picture ad was the following text:

You were added to the system April 15, 2008. For more information click here.

the words "click here" were hotlinked. i had never noticed that sort of thing on spam before, and i was curious. so, i clicked the link. it sent me to a webpage with this1 on it:

there is so much wrong with this. my gut tells me that they're trying to cover their bases under some anti-spam law. i really am not as familiar as i ought to be with anti-spam provisions. however, this worthless "documentation" smacks of someone's absurd effort to comply with the letter, if not the spirit, of some regulation.

first of all, it says "You have already been opted-in to the system." their use of the passive voice in saying i have been "opted-in" is proof positive that this is spam! for this to be a meaningful opt-in mailing list, it makes sense that the recipients are the only people who can opt in or out of the list. it would provide data about when i affirmatively signed up for the email list! otherwise, if anyone else is opting you in, then it means your email address is being harvested and added to a list without your consent: SPAM.

secondly, its explanation for how i was "opted-in" to their email list is completely unsatisfying. as the field for how they got my email address, it says "Email addresses provided by IZEA." what is that supposed to mean? i don't have an existing business relationship with IZEA; i had never heard of them until i got their spam in my inbox! sure, i know this is the third-party mailing company's way of saying that they merely sent the email, and didn't harvest the addresses. but, it's just as bad if all they can say about the origin of the email addresses is that the company who hired them to send out the advertisements gave them the addresses to which to send the advertisements. sure, there's a possibility that the client came upon those addresses legitimately through business relationships and internet opt-in forms, but it's at least as likely that the client company either harvested the email addresses under the table, or hired yet another company to crawl the web and do the same.

besides, i wasn't signing up for any kind of dubious blogging "services" on April 15th. i was too busy filing my taxes, going to class, going to choir practice, and freaking out about a final paper that was due that week.

i didn't have time to think to myself, "hey! i'm not connecting well enough with advertisers! let me give my email address to some sleazy company i've never heard of, and hope that maybe one day i'll be cool enough for them to offer me an Extreme Blog Makeover!"

1 i did make one edit to the image from their website: i redacted my last name. despite the fact that my last name isn't attached to my google account, my blog, or my gmail address, they somehow managed to find it and add it to my account. that's neither completely surprising nor a crushing blow to any naive notion i may have, since my full name is all over the internet in various places, but still...i'm just a little perturbed that these spammers have it.

omg geek bra!!!!!!!!!!

courtesy of today's xkcd: whoever finds me one of these, or even tells me where there is a store where i can buy one of these myself, will have my undying gratitude.