Random Thoughts from a Large Head

Things currently making me smile:
» Just Lettuce - because it is just lettuce, none of that red cabbage nastiness
» Ongoing temp gigs
» Julie
» Kennel cams
» Buffy season 1 DVD
» SXSW in 9 days
» Matt

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It appears that in all the hustle and bustle of moving yesterday, a certain prized phrenology head (the centerpiece of this site’s design) was napped by two no-good dirty rotten scoundrels. They have yet to make their demands, but I am certain they will come soon. Until then, I can only hope that the head is safe.

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I’m going to be away from the internet for a while. Maybe more than 24 whole hours. I will report back to you on what life away from the net is like when I return.

In my absence, I leave you with a question of the day posed by Kevin Fox. A real doozy, if you ask me.

See those of you helping me move (love you!) tomorrow at 10ish (am!). See the rest of you on the flipside.

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All my utilities are scheduled to be shut off. Tomorrow I will return my cable box and modem. 24 hours of high-speed internet left before I go 24 hours without internet. Oh the humanity!

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I have a new address. You should mail me something, preferably non-explosive:

PO Box 823664
Dallas, TX 75382

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One of my (now) regular temp jobs has had me entering addresses of foundation donors into an AppleWorks database (on a Mac! can you believe it?). Many of these addresses are listed as “Mr. and Mrs. Carter P. Kissinger (Ruth).” Every time I see this, I get annoyed. Why is the wife merely parenthetical? Seems to me that this is a gigantic backwards step from a woman choosing to adopt her husband’s name to just being “the Mrs”. Why not “Carter and Ruth Kissinger”?

And I know that in most of the cases, the wife is the one who has taken care of the donation in the first place. Why does she allow herself to be listed this way?

Even single (as in one person, not marital status) donors are often listed as “Mrs. Lance R. Willoughby (Wilhelmina).” Is “Mrs. Wilhelmina Willoughby” not acceptable in the upper strata of the social circle?

Enough temp job/women’s lib ranting. Still, you’d best not ever parentheses me.

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Blah, Blah, Blah and Blog: This is the article I was interviewed for last week. I guess I didn’t say anything quoteworthy, but as James told me, “tis better not to be quoted at all than to be mis-quoted.” Regardless, LOOK! My name in WIRED! Mom would be so proud, if only I had a real job.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATT!
<3

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2:20 am. Driving in the blackness eastbound on I-30 from Amanda and Connie’s. Matt and Dave one minute ahead. Denise, Charles, and Lauren minutes behind. Westbound, fifty feet ahead, an SUV knocks another car into the center guardrail. Said SUV takes flight and flips back onto westbound I-30. Debris rains on my car as I pass.

Pick up the cell phone, dial 911. Other people have reported it and rescue teams are on the way. Press End. Firetruck races by. I’m impressed by the speedy response. I hope that if I’m ever in an accident, the rescuers come as quick.

“Thank you God,” I repeat aloud for a good five minutes after calling 911. Thank you for guardrails. Thank you for clarity. Thank you for watching over me. Thank you for not sending the SUV over the car and into my lanes because who knows how my car or myself would react. Thank you God.

I really wanted to call Matt, but decided to wait until I knew he would probably be home. 2:50 was the plan. He lives ten minutes away and had to drop off Dave. At 2:40, he called. “Are you okay?” he asked. I replied, “I just saw a horrible accident. I was going to call you. Why did you call?” “I just knew I had to.”

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I’m listing things I no longer need in case someone out there could make us of it. I feel bad throwing these things out. I’ll be adding to this list over the next week as I pack stuff up.

Want this stuff?

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