Thursday, October 25, 2001

Thu
25
Oct
2001

Ross and Rachael Storyline Sucks

Note about Friends: Here we go again. Didn't we have this storyline with Ross and Rachael a few years ago? One of the two of them longing for the other. Wanting to tell the other only to find him/her with someone else. The only difference this time is they've already been together, married, divorced and now going to have a kid. I really like the show, but what kind of message does this send to kids?
Thu
25
Oct
2001

Lite Brite

I love watching TechTv's "The Screensavers". Not only are the hosts totally funny, but you find links to things that you can't live without. An example is the online Lite Brite. I never got to have one of these as a little kid. I was so jealous of all the kids I knew that had them. Now I have my own virtual one (until all the traffic from being linked on TechTv causes servers to crash, etc). They mentioned a site about "people for the unethical treatment of pumpkins", but alas, the hits have caused that page to go down already. I'll have to check back on that one later, I guess.

Well, Marcus is on his way home from work for an evening of Survivor, Friends, and CSI. Must get a pizza from Freshway since I am not in any mood whatsoever to do any type of food preparation.
Thu
25
Oct
2001

Off The Market

Current mood: happy
Yay, it's the end of the school week and I get to go home!

We just did a lab in Unix class that took the whole class period. It wasn't hard if you paid attention all week. Everything you needed to accomplish it was in the handouts or supposed to be in your notes. I can't believe how badly some people can screw things up. Makes you wonder why they want to be in computers. Class ended fifteen minutes ago, but half of them are still in there trying to finish. The guy sitting next to me was totally lost. The guy who normally sits next to him and helps him wasn't there today. I'm more than happy to help somebody with a little tiny thing, but I'm not going to do your work for you. When I left class a half hour ago, he didn't have any of the lab done. Sad.

Marcus agreed to let our house be taken off the market yesterday. That's one less stress I have to deal with right now. Somebody wanted to look at it today and I didn't really feel like getting it in a showing condition at the last minute. We're not prepared to move right now, anyway. Those car repairs I've had to make recently kicked my ass. I'm not making any more money at work even though dough usage has gone way up. Making a major change in our living arrangement right now just never felt right. I need to concentrate on fixing my employment situation first, I think.

Well, I'm going to go rustle up some lunch. I haven't had a thing to eat today. My poor tummy is starting to rumble.

Wednesday, October 24, 2001

Wed
24
Oct
2001

Chill Out People

I'm getting a little tired of TV and radio. All they are doing is sensationalizing everything and creating unnecessary panic. It's driving me nuts. More people die from the flu (a communicable virus not killed by antibiotics) than are dying from this Anthrax thing. They don't close down the House of Representatives when the flu is going around. I know people are scared because this is not a natural thing that is happening and I understand that, but dang, chill out. I know that sounds insenstive, but read below:
Wed
24
Oct
2001

It’s In The Stars

Current mood: grumpy
Here's my horoscope from my email inbox today:


>> Your Daily Horoscope for October 24, 2001

Dear LaDonna
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You will be floating today, LaDonna
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. You won't say anything, you will be sleepy, and your mood won't be the best. OK, perfect! Get back into your novel, take several siestas if you can, and do as little as possible because that is what you want to do! Don't worry, busy beaver, this period will pass! And you know what? You're not alone here. It happens to us all from time to time. So flow with it.


Best wishes for today, from the astrologers of Astrocenter.com




I'm glad to know my mood today is not my fault, it's in the stars.