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• It’s Sunday, and rather than relish in the last remaining non-workday, all I can think about is how excited I am for Memorial Day weekend. Just that one extra day makes the weekend like a mini vacation.
• Our apartment is in a massive state of disarray right now. I should be doing something to uhm…array? it, but instead, here I am typing. I cleaned out my closet in a fit of “none-of-these-damn-clothes-fit-my-fat-ass-anymore-so-why-do-I-keep-them?” Consequently, we have numerous bags of tax deductions waiting to go to Goodwill.
• In an attempt to raise money for Team In Training, I am selling a huge pile of books on Amazon. So, along with Trader Joe’s bags full of discarded clothing, the floor is covered in piles of books.
• Daphne is hissing at Desmond right now because he cannot be near her without batting her and emitting a purr/meow that sounds like a dove’s coo. Daphne is not charmed by him one bit.
• Wow, I used to really like Usher, but as I watch him on last night’s SNL, I am realizing he’s a bit lame. Maybe he’s a good dancer, but I’m just not in to that kind of showcasing performance.
• I should blog more, shoot more photos, read more, cook more, clean more, and be more organized.
• David Cook will not win American Idol this week (unless someone destroys Utah’s lines of communication). But he should. David Barfuleta is better suited to performing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I have the same reaction to hearing that little Monchichi sing as I do when I hear Gee Dub talk.
• Matte and I went to a fun party last night and met a bunch of fun people. There was burnt almond cake from Dick’s bakery, and I refrained from eating more than one piece. Since I was the cutter of the cake, I made sure my one piece was huge with lots of frosting and almonds though.
• I think I’ll go to BlogHer. How can I not? It’s in San Francisco, practically in my backyard (if my backyard was 50 miles long, and if I had a backyard in the first place).
• I am really good at procrastinating.
• This post is extremely haphazard, but it’s Sunday, and I don’t get paid to think on Sundays.

This post is random and haphazard.

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Take a look at my “sideblog” over there —> (on the side, get it?). Feed reader peeps will need to come over to the actual blog to see it. I’ll be putting bits of tiny randomness (rumblings, if you will) there from time to time.

Also, if you leave your feed readers and come on over, you’ll see I updated the photos in my header to brighten up the place a bit.

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You have just over a week to get your answers to me on the logo alphabet quiz. We have someone seriously in the running for First Prize, so get those mental juices flowing! If you’ve already emailed in your guesses, you can send more in as you think of them. I’ll combine all your answers on April 1.

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I don’t usually blog about my dreams, but this one was pretty interesting (and I actually remembered it when I woke up.)

I was dating Jack Nicholson. I was spending a lot of time with him and almost missed dinner with my friend Paula because of it. (I am, in fact, having dinner with Paula tonight, so it was eerily real when I was dreaming this.) As I was driving to meet her, I called to say I’d be late and “Oh My Gawd! I have to tell you about who I’m dating! You’ll never believe it!” As news got out, I found that my friends were not too happy about this new man in my life. Several tried to sabotage my new romance. One of my guy friends did some major research and snooping and found a photo of Kevin Spacey at Jack’s house. Kevin was wearing boxer briefs and a bow tie and he was holding a cocktail of some sort. He appeared to be dancing. Kev’s photo was inserted in a card sent to a guest at the drinking night at Jack’s. The note inside the card went on and on about how much fun they had “that weekend” and “isn’t Jack the greatest? I love him.” My guy friend heard from this carouser that Kevin and Jack were secretly a couple. I didn’t believe my friend at all. I said “but he was with Lara Flynn Boyle!” And my friend said “Yeah. So? Do you really think he was hittin’ that?” I had to admit he had a point. Also, after a few of months of dating, Mr. Nicholson had still not tried to “hit” me. I thought he was being respectful and gentlemanly. He did want me around all the time, and he bought me lovely things (a new camera!) but, as it turned out I was not his type exactly. And yes, he was wearing those sunglasses through the entire dream.

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If anyone can tell me when F/X is putting new eppies of Rescue Me and Damages on the air, I will be ever so grateful.

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And lastly, did you hear about Charlie Rose’s shiner? This man has priorities, is all I’m sayin’. Read about it here.

Why do the iPhones that TV show characters use beep when someone hangs up ends a call? Cuz, I’m kind of thinking iPhones don’t beep like that.

Is it just me, or has the PC on the Mac commercials lost weight? He looks quite svelte lately.

The other day, Def Leppard came on my iPod and I thought Joe Elliot was saying “Love is like a bomb, baby, c’mon get it on. Livin’ like a lover with a red iPhone…” He’s really saying “radar phone.”

The other day I saw a Vokswagen Jetta with an apple sticker beneath the license plate. The license plate said MAC1984.

On the new iPhone commercials, they tell us that instead of carrying a cell phone and an iPod, you should get an iPhone. Well, what if I carry TWO cell phones and TWO iPods. What’s the solution then, smart guy?

This NaBloPoMo is killing me, people. Seriously. I just yammered about random apple crap. And do you capitalize the A when you type apple? I don’t think so, but…oh…who cares?

In other news, I had leftover onion rings for dinner. FYI, onion rings don’t reheat very well, even when they are from the Fog City Diner.

Tomorrow night might produce a better post. I’ll be blogging after a wine tasting party with the work winos.

The other day, I needed to know something. And I needed to know the answer RIGHT NOW. I hate to admit this, but I did a Google search to find the answer to this question:

“What is Kenny G’s last name?”

Turns out his last name is GodawfulbadhairhavingsaxplayerwhosellsrecordstowhomIdonotknowbecausehismusicsucksass.

Or, it might be Gorelick.

But his music still sucks.

And I realized I didn’t post yet today. Dagnabit, NaBloPoMoFo.

I can only muster the brain power for a bulleted list:

• I didn’t vote today. Don’t yell at me. San Jose had no elections on this, the first Tuesday of November.
• I did my second workout with Team in Training tonight and holy jeebus, it was hard work. The running, the planks, the pushups. And then there was pizza and beer, which I passed on because I had stuff to do at home. Sure, I miss the fun part!
• There are too many people on Silicon Valley freeways. Hey! Another reason I’m not having kids.
• A guy at work was jotting down tasks on my whiteboard. I thought they were notes for him. The first one was a little over the top, and was followed by “(HA)” like that, as if it were in jest. But it was not a joke, and it was a task meant for me, and I am to work with Ha on this task. Note: Must learn the names of my new coworkers.
• For some reason I am seriously thinking that Stephen Colbert is HOT. Not geeky-hot. Just HOT.
• You should read Into the Wild. It might make you want to go to Alaska. But you’ll want to stay in hotels and resorts and shit. Oh, and you’ll want GPS.
• You should not read Divisadero. But if you are a glutton for punishment and feel like reading incomprehensible cacka, I will send you my copy.
• I just noticed my socks don’t match. I’m wearing one Nordstrom Running sock, and one Nordstrom Walking sock. No wonder my workout was so hard.

5.6 on the Richter scale. Damn thing almost broke our wine glasses!

It was one of those that you hear before you feel, and it lasted a long time. 10 seconds. It started, and seemed to let up and then got strong again. It didn’t feel like a rolling, more like a jerking, like when someone with too fat an ass bumps your chair while you are enjoying your meal in a fine dining establishment.

My sister called from San Francisco (although the epicenter was closer to San Jose) and said (and I quote) “holy f#%k!” She was watching one of her Oakland A’s bobbleheads bobble it’s head off during the quake.

I’ve been through earthquakes before, many times, including the one in 1989 which struck on October 17th…a TUESDAY! In OCTOBER! Coincidence? I don’t think so! AND? AND!!! It happened during the World Series which WOULD have been on tonight at the time of the quake if the Red Sox hadn’t swept it in 4. OOOh! Also, during the 1989 quake? I was sitting on the couch! Watching TV! I am telling you…NOT a coincidence! (Insert Twilight Zone music.)

Below is photographic evidence of the destruction in our apartment:

These guys fell down. Although, it looks like that one dude knocked down the purple lady. Perfect opportunity to steal her purse.

This green man got so scared, he passed out and fell off the shelf. Sadly, he didn’t land feet-first.

This angel was on the top shelf, and fell to the bottom. She is one of a set of 2 called “Sisters”. The two figures’ hands clasp together.

One angel is on the top shelf, but her companion is on the bottom shelf. I don’t know how she flew off one shelf then flew back into the bookcase. Probably being an angel had something to do with it.

No cupcake is safe.

Credits: Feisty pocket Ninja from thinkgeek.com. Flippin’ cute cupcake made by the fabulous anapaulaoli at etsy.com.