Saturday, February 16, 2002
Poem
New SQUARE jPEG added: Suzanne!
This is hilarious. A poem generator (link found at Kitty's). It writes a poem about your site.
Ornamental Illness:
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CHAMELEONify: Find this reporterbarbie phenomenon
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too since this talk.
Then I have come across a weightloss measure.
But unfortunately I guess my eyes
were pretty hoakey, but the
heck
is miniscule.
I guess if I try it on a different week, the text would be slightly different.
Posted by Ann @ 11:19 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM
I know I dreamt a lot more than this, but this is all I remember. I had to deliver some freelance work to the place I had to work for. I was waiting around for a long time before someone attended to me. I was wearing a weird bright and pink top...I don’t know why. I looked at the Macintoshes they had; they seemed old, small screen, only 16 bit icons. I remember some of the icons had the old apple rainbow colors, but they were just squares, not apple-shaped. Some of them were for MacPaint and MacDraw, so they really were very old systems. It seemed to be taking forever, and no one was waiting on me. I had half a mind to just leave.
Posted by Ann @ 11:12 AM CST ..::Link::..
Friday, February 15, 2002
I'm Psychic.
"should just give out two golds in that case, no silver" I said here.
They just did.
Posted by Ann @ 12:44 PM CST ..::Link::..
Find this site via Google? There is nothing for you to see here.
All right, for once and for all, if you have come here looking for naughty pictures of olympic skaters, please go here.
For the rest of you who have come here to read my journal, please ignore this message.
Posted by Ann @ 12:10 PM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM
Stan and I were with his (adopted) sister and her husband at a restaurant. Stan and I ordered alcoholic drinks, but they didn’t, although his sister started feeling drunk. We started talking about Stan’s mom’s house, and as we were talking about it, I could actually see it. It was nothing like her house, either her current duplex or the house she lived in with Stan’s late father. It was a ranch, but with different level floors, and very dark with strange textured walls that involved unique materials like mirrors and bricks. I also could see Stan and Tim working on an attic or roof while we were having this talk. Then we left and got in our van, although it had a trunk like a sedan. The van started driving itself, and Stan began running along behind it; he was doing some sort of maintance work back there. I figured that I’d better take over the driving duties because we stared entering heavy traffic. I got behind the wheel, but it was like there was no seat in the vehicle, so I was sitting on the floor and trying to brake, but the van kept going. Poor Stan was having a hard time trying to keep up. I didn’t know where we were; the town was like a weird hybrid of the town Stan grew up in, Racine, WI, and Fort Collins, CO. Definitely wasn’t Madison, though. Then I got “home” and the house was all brick. There was a tree by the side of the house that had weird animal life in it; caterpillars, frogs and clams were in the tree. I climbed up a chain link fence and got into the tree and started trying to salvage the life forms, I think. There were also a lot of other people climbing the tree/fence. Then I was sort of stuck and couldn’t figure out how to get down. It became night and started to get cold.
Posted by Ann @ 11:38 AM CST ..::Link::..
2 Squares
Added two more SQUARE jPEGS, Tammy and Nicolas!
Posted by Ann @ 11:20 AM CST ..::Link::..
Greta Van Suspicious
I really should be resting, but I had to email off some fonts, so I decided to Google some info on something I heard about today, Greta Van Susteren's facelift. OK, let's just say I'm out of it, I hadn't even realized she'd gone to FOX; I thought she was just on vacation and still at CNN. (Watching too much HGTV and Olympics makes for not very Newschannel savvy Ann).
I was appalled. I didn't even realize she was 47...I thought she was closer to my age. She needed a facelift? What? Her eyes were fine they way they were before. She looks weird in this picture, post plastic surgery.
I swear, FOX must have brainedwashed her. I'm just suspicious that had she stayed with CNN, she wouldn't have changed her face.
When are we going to have a female newsperson that looks like Walter Cronkite, moustache and all? This reporterbarbie phenomenon has just got to stop.
OK, I'm going back to lying on the couch with snuggledog.
Posted by Ann @ 11:02 AM CST ..::Link::..
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Sick/DREAM
I feel like I might be coming down with something. No updates for a while. I'm going back to bed.
Oh, yeah, I remember my dream...I dreamt I was at a museum by myself. It was many floors tall. I remember the exhibits were pretty hoakey, but it was pretty interesting of a dream as they go.
Posted by Ann @ 09:00 AM CST ..::Link::..
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
Canada's New War, eh?
Watching "Crossfire" this evening and Bill Press said if the same thing happened to the Americans in Figure Skating as what happened to the Canadians, we would've launched "Operation Get Even." God, I wish I would've thought of that.
Posted by Ann @ 07:04 PM CST ..::Link::..
Get a life, you pathetic slime
Aaaargh.
I noticed a slight increase in traffic today. I checked my stats. Well, evidentally Google is very quick to index my site. I only posted about Jamie Sale yesterday and already they're coming here in droves, not to read about my opinion on the medal controversy (not that I'd expect anyone to care about my opinion), but because I also have a link to Marlee's blog, Nude Awakening. OK, you go figure it out. Sometimes the human race makes me sick.
If that is what you came here for, get the hell off my site.
Posted by Ann @ 05:11 PM CST ..::Link::..
Unawake
We have a new SQUARE jPEG, Haibei from Nine Boxes!
People were celebrating in Madison last night after Casey Fitzrandolph won gold. I've been watching the controversy with the head of the IOC (oops) ISU addressing the figure skating debacle. I have a feeling this all is going to be big. As much as I sympathize with the Canadians, I also feel sorry for the Russians too...imagine winning under those conditions and wondering if you would even get to keep your gold. I think it would be cruel to take it away from them if the allegations of impropriety regarding the judges were found to be true. They should just give out two golds in that case, no silver.
Plato's back to his old self. He back to humping Caligula, that dirty dog.
Found out we are going to close on the refinancing on the 22nd. Finally, we're getting somewhere. The schnook company that we were originally going to use that took forever sending us back our paperwork, finally cashed my check, unfortunately. I was hoping they had put it through the shredder, and that $300 would be mine, but unfortunately not. It took them long enough...like a cat torturing its victim before it finally eats it. So now am I not only out over $400 from this crook, I'm out the $300 from the original mortgage company. This sucks.
Stan and I went out for sushi last night to celebrate our anniversary. I didn't eat that much, I guess my stomach is shrinking due to being so upset recently...haven't eaten any breakfast yet today and it's already 1:40; I guess I won't be eating breakfast, and well, I guess I can't afford it now either! We tossed and turned all night. For some reason sushi keeps one awake. I have no idea why. It took me forever to wake up this morning, and I still feel like I'm not quite awake. Can't remember dreams either.
Posted by Ann @ 01:49 PM CST ..::Link::..
Attention: Graphic Designers who sell their wares online
READ THIS experience that I had, to alert you of credit card fraud.
Posted by Ann @ 10:22 AM CST ..::Link::..
Tuesday, February 12, 2002
Corrupted
Dammit...what the heck is holding up this dang refinancing? We're not closing today after all. This sucks. Cousin Dave is just not moving fast enough. There's no reason this should take so long just because he's out of state, what with email, telephones and overnight package deliveries (which I'm sure the company can afford).
Plato seems to be getting better. Not as much pain it seems. More spasticity, which is good in this case.
I watched the first part of the Westminster Dog Show last night. A Boxer placed third in Working Group, and an Affenpinscher got first for Toy, but no other really cute dog (according to my own personally opinionated Dog-O-Meter) placed. And of course a Poodle got first place for the Non-Sporting Group. The Poodles are the Russians of the Winter Dog Olympics. I swear, it's rigged.
I came onto the Olympics late while the Canadian figure skating couple were completing their free skate presentation. According to what the reporters were saying, they skated a seamless set, whereas the Russians had four mistakes, yet the Canadians got the Silver and the Russians Gold. My eyes were welling with tears watching Jamie Sale as she was crying; I know exactly how she felt, when you know you deserve something that someone else beats you out of for no reason other than some so-called "judge" determines you're not worthy. ..::more::..
Posted by Ann @ 10:47 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM
I dreamt Stan and I tried to visit a friend we used to know. We called his house, and a brother answered, telling us that he was in jail. We thought that odd. I think he said he was in the Rock County Jail, which doesn't even make sense since this person doesn't even live in Wisconsin. Stan and I decided we'd go visit him. Now I've never been to the Rock County Jail (in any capacity) but I've been past the Dane County Jail and Stan's been inside (delivering meals to the inmates...don't get any wrong ideas!), but this jail in my dream looked nothing like how I'd imagine it to look like. It was more like the old Fort Collins Library...turn of the century red brick, classic architecture. When we arrived there, the dream mutated. I can't remember if we actually saw our friend, but I do remember something about painting an envelope orange. And I also dreamt I was getting a new set of teeth coming in my mouth, replacing my existing teeth, and the new ones were coming in crooked and misshapened and brown. Not brown as in discolored, but brown as in that was the color they were supposed to be. It was a brown color not too dissimilar from chocolate, but it actually reminded me of the hideous plastic faux-wood moulding we removed from the windows on our now beautiful bedroom when we first bought our house. (What WERE people thinking back then?!?!) One of the teeth was pushing on a molar, displacing it. I was hoping it would actually push the molar out, so that I'd have more room in my mouth. I hate teeth dreams!
Posted by Ann @ 09:22 AM CST ..::Link::..
Monday, February 11, 2002
Curling An Exquisite Dog
I watched curling this afternoon. It was fascinating. Really.
Thanks to a tip from Suzanne, I'm now taking part in Exquisite Corpse. I got my first Corpse mission today...I'm the top section. This will be fun!
Poor Plato is having some problem. We suspect he hurt himself somehow, sprained a muscle or something. He's very sensitive to the touch and squeals a lot. I don't think it was anything he ate. It's mysterious, though. He slept in our bed last night because we wanted to monitor him. Because he seemed so sick and I didn't know what was wrong, I started throwing up. It's my stress response when bad stuff happens. Perhaps I should consider being upset more as a weightloss measure. But back to the dog, he seems a bit better tonight. Sometimes he seems too sore to jump up on the couch, so one of us will have to pick him up and put him up there. But when Stan handed me a small Mounds candy bar, he jumped up there with no problem (mmm...chocolate! he never learns). I wonder if it's all mental.
Posted by Ann @ 06:31 PM CST ..::Link::..
Dear NBC/MSNBC/CNBC
First of all, thank you for airing The 2002 Olympics. I am hoping you will not delve into the sentimental character profiles you have done in years past with the schmaltzy background music. Just the sports please. But I confess...I am a stoopid American. I do not have the icons of all the international flags (except for Canada) memorized. I have to rely on the three-word country abbreviation, like GER or RUS or FRA. I just had my eyesite checked and am wearing the most accurate corrective lenses, either contact or glasses. However, my TV is only 20" and your lettering is miniscule. Do you think everyone has a large screen TV? I'm an old codger too, and remember in years past when your lettering was readable on my former 13" TV. What happened? Is this some secret plot to force us to learn what the flags look like so we won't have to rely on the abbreviations? Is this making up for where the public school system has failed us in World Geography class? Doubtful...I suspect you're in cahoots with TV manufacturers, hoping to drum up business for larger sets.
Signed,
Squinting in Madison
Posted by Ann @ 01:36 PM CST ..::Link::..
Sunday, February 10, 2002
Some History
See, I think the reason why Stan and I have such a good relationship is because we got the bad stuff out of the way in the beginning. None of that romantic "you're the only one for me" stuff. When we first started going out, Stan had a crush on another woman. I felt very left out, but by the time he started coming around to me and realizing that I sincerely had feelings for him, I started rethinking those feelings (thanks to a so-called female friend who shall go unmentioned who tried to make me think that Stan was a loser). A lot of this was happening in the fall/winter of 1982/83. There was a pregnancy scare in there too...that didn't help (or maybe it did?). In the beginning of the spring semester 1983, we were really at eachother's throats in a literature class that we signed up for together. Then for a Valentine's Day card, I gave him a photocopied picture of my hand in Full Bird position. In return, he gave me a picture he drew of a heart-shaped vagina with a cupid's arrow through it.
Then we almost broke up. But there was something that held us together, and it must have been the friendship. Despite the exchange of vitriolic cards on VDay, we were able to see through those and laugh at them. We had found eachother, two people with a very dark sense of humour that weren't easily grossed out or offended by eachother's maniacal wryness.
Over a decade later, working at Orchard Hill, Tim sent a sarcastic wry note to the kitchen staff regarding something about the meal that Stan had prepared. Stan sent back an equally crass note. To most people, they would've been enemies (or at least antagonistic coworkers!). But that was the beginning of their friendship....they knew they had the same kind of dark sense of humour.
Posted by Ann @ 06:23 PM CST ..::Link::..
I Got You, Babe...I mean, I Got You, Stan.
Friday night Stan and I went out with Tim and Johanna, Stan's friend from work. Had it not been for the fact that Tim is as gay as a picnic basket (his words, not mine), it would've been one of those things where you introduce two friends and they end up going out with eachother. This has happened before with friends of ours...we have that effect on people. The weird thing is that they had met before several years ago at party at the Toilet Paper Museum (don't ask...it was a former well-known Madison party institution)...one of those weird one degree of separation things. (Bacon, Bacon, something smells like Kevin Bacon...) Ironically, both of them were coming off a boyfriend breakup. So we made a toast to "men, they're all pigs, except for Stan." (Well, I guess Tim would be included in that too, since he was the one who started the toast)
Did I happen to marry the only non-swine of the male species? Are there other men out there who don't make you think of pork chops?
I want to know. Are you married to a non-oinker? Are you a non-piggy male yourself? Tell me your story. I don't want to hear about how lousy your boyfriend Arnold Ziffel is...I only want to hear about non-swine....good stories, appropriate for Valentine's Day. If you are a guy who considers yourself to be lacking in porcine qualities, let me know WHY you're NOT Porky's nephew. Just leave a comment...and it's OK to ham it up.
(Of course if no one comments, I will naturally assume I am married to the only non-piggy man in the universe, thank you very much)
Posted by Ann @ 03:31 PM CST ..::Link::..
Dicks
(a long post) ..::more::..