wired is talking about first kisses and kissing in her livejournal.

i am not certain if it is a bright spot or a blemish on my record that while it just took me an hour to remember the name of the first boy i ever kissed, i could remember his handle and the name of the bulletin board that i met him on, immediately.

(i remember the first girl i ever kissed, but i don't remember the kiss on its own. the second girl i ever kissed, however, i remember the kiss and the girl in great detail.) (hi, you.)

i finished i'll be watching you by samuel m. key (who is charles delint, in his free time).

one of the threads running through the book is self defense, especially for women who have been abused.

however, imho, he gives one very bad piece of advice, in that the main character gets into a car with a man who is holding a gun on her. while yes, if someone is holding a gun on you, it's generally good to do what they ask you to do, i do believe that getting into a car with them so that they can drive you somewhere else and shoot you there is an exception. personally, i'd rather be shot outside of the car.

(which reminds me, i should go take self defense classes again. i think fema is offering them just up the street...)

my hands smell like soap, and i was not able to put hair goo in my hair this morning, so it's all staticky and in my eyes and no good.

people keep telling me that i'd regret it if i used a stapler to fix my hair so that it stayed out of my eyes, though. i'm not certain that i believe them.

so, when it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, but people are telling you that no, really, it isn't a duck, no ducks here, learned my lesson last time, against ducks now, what then?

it's pretty much time to go home. tonight, pizza and a new buffy episode. yay!

the single greatest thing so far about getting older is having figured out that it is amazingly useful to wait a while and see if i still feel (whatever) way. this eliminates the random influences of being tired or being worked up over something else or needing to eat or whatever.

and on that note, i'm going to bed.

fortunately for my poor aching head, kerry figured out that what was going on with her, and therefore likely what was going on with me was a massive case of dehydration. more water for the betsy. this is necessary.

i find that i am unable to articulate supercon's fabulosity.

hopefully someone will send me a picture of my opening ceremonies outfit soon. it was very nice, if i do say so myself.

supercon was fabulous. more after i've slept.

off to supercon this weekend. we leave tomorrow morning. do i have a speech for opening ceremonies written? noooooo. i also need to figure out what i'm going to wear for them. eeep.

look! cute little kittens! blogjam random kitten generator

this is, quite possibly, the best thing ever.

so, it's been a long weekend for me, and not a lot accomplished to show for it. i napped yesterday, that was pleasing. i also went to swim therapy. so that was semi-productive.

we found out on sunday morning that, as much as puppies like chicken and beets and wine sauce, they should not be allowed to dig it out of the garbage and eat it. (or else they throw it up again shortly after. fortunately, the sofa covers are washable.)

while it is certainly possible to gargle with the new 3m totally safe paint stripper (no, i haven't tried it), it does not strip paint as efficiently as those of us with no patience might wish.

i am going to go buy something more toxic this weekend, and then not gargle with it, either.

when my job isn't slow it's frantic. those are the two settings. heck, those are the two settings for my life.

i am going to go home tonight and strip paint. ooooh, baby.

remember what i said about not being certain that i liked being off of prednisone?

now i'm certain.

it's the wanting to throw up a lot of the time that's tipping me off.

it's friday, and about damn time, too.

this week at work has been pretty slow for me; i'm working on a big project, but this week has been the time when other people are working like fiends to get some things set up, and i can't really do anything until they do. so i have been trying to figure out where it was that i left my motivation. (perhaps it's under the sofa. you think?)

plus, i am feeling very disconnected from my regular team; there were about three or four very exciting problems going on around here yesterday, and i didn't even know about them until after lunch, when usually (when i'm not off on projects) i'm hipdeep in the exciting stuff. one of the reasons why i love my job is not only the instant gratification of fixing things for people, but the adrenaline rush when something big is going on.

i like people even when they are grouchy pains in the ass sometimes or most of the time.

the thing that makes me not like people is being unwilling to work on it, whatever it is, whether it's depression or a crappy relationship or a dumb job or lack of sleep or whatever.

yay! blogger is back! yay! i have been able to write things and save them but not publish them for a few days. i have been sad, not being able to share my brilliant thoughts with all of you. (okay, both of you. but still.)

jake, fine fine dog that he is, didn't sleep on my head last night. what a good dog.

i have a blog about my dad being in the hospital last year that i'm updating occasionally. it's not really a blog per se, but i just go in there and write things down about it as they occur to me. i have hopes that it will eventually be a log of what happened, in chronological order, but i'm not sure that's ever going to happen; it's been long enough now that i'm not remembering as clearly as i did at first, but for the first bunch of months after he got out, all i could stand to think about was that he was out of the hospital now, and that he was going to stay out.

i am not so certain that i like being off of prednisone. i had an awful time getting to sleep last night because i hurt. so now i am a bit blinky and owlish today.

at work, making preparations to copy a file to approximately six thousand different places. wheee. what an exciting job i have.

Ethnologue report of nearly extinct languages

nahuatl is nearly extinct. probably for most of you who aren't excited about linguistics, this isn't as sad.

no new years resolutions for me. one year i made a resolution to not make new years resolutions any more, and i've been keeping that one up.