Vroom Vroom Vroom Part Two

May 30

Meanwhile, back at the car dealership…
John stood among the Elantras shaking his head. While the sales woman and I had been browsing, he had decided to jump into the driver’s seat. Unfortunately, the Hyundai Elantra GT Hatchback is just a little shy on headroom. When I say “shy” I mean to say that his head was cocked at a 45 degree angle.

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Vroom Vroom Vroom

May 29

From the day I first arrived in the US, I have been anticipating the moment when I will finally have my own car. Unlike my home town of Toronto, Houston isn’t exactly pedestrian friendly. Public transportation is a joke compared to the TTC, and if it isn’t too damn hot to walk somewhere without fainting from heat exhaustion, your destination is not even remotely with in walking distance.
As it stands, John and I share the F150. Every morning we get up together, I drive him to work and then head off to my office on the other side of town. At 5:30 I head back over to pick him up and we drive home together. If you did the math, you’d see that I spend approximately 3.5 hours commuting every day. I know I’m not the only one out there enduring a lengthy commute but the truth is that my office is less than 40 minutes from home. Despite the fact that sharing a car saves us alot of money, we’re not conserving any mileage, gas or even the environment by doing so.
This week a big old rainbow appeared in the sky and at the end we found a pot of gold.

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Don’t Kiss Her Goodnight Yet

May 27

While driving home from work on Friday, I compsed a nice long post all about putting the magazine to bed… finally. Unfortunately, once I got in I was immediately distracted.
While giving my doggie her daily afterwork pets I noticed something unusual. Every little scratch seemed to send her into fits of delirium. At first I thought perhaps the grocery store kibbles I picked up last week were causing some skin trouble. Normally, I buy lamb and rice food from the pet store but in a fit of busyness I was forced to grab something from the local Kroger.
So I scratched the poor girl a bit more and got up to get her leash. Then I noticed something even more unusual and equally disturbing. Fleas. The poor girl was covered in fleas. Mags is a house dog. She’s not one of these mutts that lay around in the yard all day rolling in ant hills and dirt. In the seven years I’ve had her, she’s never had fleas.
Needless to say, I forgot all about my blog entry. The rest of the weekend was spent de-flea-ing cat, dog and home, driving around on mini road trips and housecleaning. Not much time left over for blog posting or even reading.
Back to the magazine… Had I posted my little composition, I would have been jumping the gun. This morning there were 10 more signatures waiting for my approval. I even found an error – I guess she wasn’t ready for bed afterall.

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Clear For Landing

May 21

I am one of those people who have been graced with an unusually large brain forehead. In highschool I had a group of classmates that liked to shout “clear for landing on Dusty’s forehead!” They said it was all in good fun, and I’m not bitter. Not bitter at all. *grumble*
In my mid twenties I had another friend trick me into shaving my head. How would one trick a person into shaving their head? She had been trying to convince me to do it for some time. When I asked her to cut my hair, she purposely gave me the worst haircut ever. I had no alternative but to shave my head to avoid looking like a total freak.
Luckily, the shaved head look worked for me. Compliments flew. But there was something else… after years of mocking and hiding behind bangs, the forehead grew on me. Maybe I just got used to seeing it there, reflecting light back at me every time I looked in the mirror. After a while, I stopped resenting its presence and learned to love it. I embraced my big ol’ forehead.
Currently, though, I’m pitying the poor thing. Sunburn has left a scorched gradient that fades from bright red at the hair line to tan at the eyebrows. I ordered a gallon of lotion but it’s already too late. My beautiful forehead is already starting to resemble a crocodile’s ass. With any luck, it will pass quickly and the old gal will be restored to her former splendor.

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Another Sunday, Another Sun Burn

May 19

For the next few days, you may refer to me as Pinky. Pink face, pink legs, pink collar bone etc. From now on, I swear I will always wear my sunscreen at the beach. I promise. No pictures from the fry up, but it was a stunning day. Big waves, blue sky and tons of birds dive bombing for their lunch.
It was a nice follow-up to our Saturday night at the Poor Dumb Bastards show where we got sufficiently hammered and both managed to avoid making drunken asses of ourselves. Once the opening band started, I realized that I had neglected to bring my camera! Lots of great band pictures went untaken, but it was a blast none the less.
Being there made me miss all the shows I used to go to, and especially my punk partner in crime, Tracy. Time to crack out the old email address book and drop her a line, I guess.

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Things That Make You Go WTF? And Yay!

May 16

For some reason, my server has decided not to load my php include. Why? I have no freaking clue. This was perhaps one of the longest weeks of my life and I’ve never been so happy to see Friday.
Remember when I said 14 days until the magazine goes to press? Make that 5. Despite that fact that it feels like I’ve done 9 days work, I actually overestimated the time left until deadline. By a week. Yes, I’m a true mathmagician.
Wake me up on Monday.

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*nix unGoddess

May 14

12 days until our magazine gets put to bed. I wish I had more time to write but by the time I get home, my brain is literally mush. Fortunately, I was able to finish Pattern Recognition last night. Great read, as I had expected. more on that later, I’m sure.
In the meantime, here’s an excerpt from a comment I recently made on Rich’s site:
Here’s a story that no one on my blog will ever get…
The other night I was attempting to set up my usb camera on my linux system. Ofcourse i was using a tutorial to walk me through it.
First step:
The command for creating this directory is:
[bash]$ mkdir -m 777 /mnt/camera
So I type “[bash]$ mkdir -m 777 /mnt/camera” and hit enter.
Needless I’m now one degree smarter in the realm of ‘nix.

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May Day

May 12

The May Day Project - Saturday May 10th 2003

Finally, time to post my May Day pics.

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Busy Weekend

May 11

Friday I went to my INS fingerprinting appointment as planned, Saturday was the beach and dinner at the inlaws (and May Day!) and today has been run around town and clean the house day.
Having been so busy, I haven’t had time to upload my May Day pics yet. This is manily due to the fact that I installed Linux on Thursday night, and haven’t yet figured out how to get my photos off the camera.
If all else fails, I’ll boot up windows and do it all that way… Having just installed Mandrake, I’m trying to ween myself off windows together.
Anyway. Must. Move. Away. From. Computer.

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