Random Thoughts from a Large Head

Happy Birthday Carolyn!

It seems I am not the only one having the site switcheroo problem. Brad at 120degrees.com blogged about it too (see his 04.26 post).

Snippets of a Friday conversation:
Andrea: (on phone) So we’re going to go see some live music tomorrow night if you want to come along.
Leia: Cool. I’m game.
…later, at the mexican restaurant of imminent doom…
Leia: So what kind of music are we going to hear?
Andrea: I don’t know. I think she plays the clarinet.
Leia: Clarinet? Are we going to a band concert? Is that what you consider “live music”?

I had a miserable night last night. It all started when I joined my friends Zeke and Andrea for dinner at a mexican establishment. As we are prone to do when dining in mexican establishments, we each ordered a margarita. Dinner was fine, but by the time I got home, I had a throbbing headache. I decided to call it a night early and got in bed. I tossed and turned until 3am, when I woke up with a borderline migraine and decided to take some tylenol PM, which I hoped would knock me out for a good eight hours or so. Thirty minutes later, I am still awake, so I get up to get a cold rag to put on my head. I am feeling worse and worse by the minute. At 4am I was overcome by nausea and was forced to worship the porcelain god. Ick. I get back in bed and toss and turn until 7 am, when someone let their dog out on their patio and it barked and barked until 8 or so, when another neighbor yelled “Someone shut that dog up!” I finally fell asleep and woke up at 10, took some allergy and migraine medicine and got back in bed. No rest for the weary, though: I woke up again at 10:30, starving. I’m better now, though.

Yeah, um, so, there isn’t really much point to this post. Just thought you would like to know how I am. I think the margarita had some cheap and/or bad tequila in it. I won’t be eating Mexican for a while, believe me.

Why AOL sucks #34768 in a series:
First I must admit that I am using AOL as a dial-up service this month. I exceeded my hourly limit on my normal ISP and have yet to get a cable modem installed, so I am taking advantage of the 700 free hours AOL offers.

Two days in a row now, various sites I frequent have had their DNS information messed up. Yesterday, attempts to visit Harrumph! took me to a site with tips on being a more creative lover (syrup takes me to Dr. Dre News and Information. Yesterday this issue was solved (after much troubleshooting with Anil) by logging off and signing back on.

While surely pointiing out some new (to me) aspects of the web, I would appreciate if AOL would let me see the sites I intended to visit. You just can’t get anything good for free anymore (except Blogger). I certainly don’t feel I am getting my money’s worth on this deal.

The tv is on for noise in the background this morning, and I just overheard a plot line on All My Children. When did web sites become story matter? All the teenage plots involve one teen setting up a site with raunchy material about another teen. Just heard: “I know you set up that web site, ‘(charcter name) Exposed’. You are so busted.” Hello, character? Just run a quick WHOIS search. No need to accuse classmates of nefarious activities without some documentation backing up your claim. These soaps really need some sort of technical consultant who can clue them in on the details about the web.

Ask and ye shall receive: 30 DVDs in 30 Days now includes my thoughts on the movies!

Study: Big-Headed May Keep Brain Power Longer. This is good news! Link via Q.

Dionne Warwick’s Cosmic Peephole – Minutes of Fun! Link via Davezilla.

I knew it was coming. I could have predicted it.

I bought a Flexaball about a week ago. Basically it is a huge ball that supports a lot of weight that is used for exercise. I’m sitting on it instead of my regular desk chair in an attempt to sit up straighter. Also, I’m hoping that slight bouncing action will help me burn calories while I sit on my butt.

One must have a bit of coordination to sit on this thing, and I knew that I would fall off one of these days. And tonight, at 6:21pm, I fell off. And there is proof.

My webcam caught me on the floor, laughing at my lack of coordination while my dog rushes to my aid. Truly, I was ROTFLMAO.