October 23rd, 2006


Weekly Upkeep.

Eowyn is at the shelter being fixed and will be picked up by her new parents tonight.

Boromir and Faramir have been approved for adoption pending Shelter approval.

That will leave Eomer and Galadriel AKA Princess. If you know anyone who wants a feisty kitten or a very loving young adult cat, please let me know. Also, please feel free to pass around these Petfinder URLs.

Weight wise, I am holding steady today, still just 6 (of 20) pounds down. The last couple of weeks have been difficult but I think I've got a handle on it all now.
Impossibly geeky

Blast from the past...

I just got this email: While following a digg article about geek guys, I ended up at your "electronic vanity plate." I read your article about geek guys and was quite amazed at how accurate you were in your assessments. I'd never thought about my own personality quirks in that particular manner (sectional layout) but every section was completely on point. Granted, for each individual, there are probably variances, but from a broad perspective....simply amazing. Anyway, I just wanted to commend you for your entertaining and accurate assessment.

It is in reference to "An essay on my admiration of the Geek Guy" I posted on my website almost ten years ago. I haven't read it in years. I had to after this email. I was pleased to note that I still feel this way towards geek guys and their myriad of quirks. Of course, I'm cringing at my writing but I got my point across and that is what matters.
Warning Existential Threat

I've become that grumpy old woman...

Oh, now I'm annoyed. There is yet another high school event where the kids are out selling things that will count as votes for a prize. My downstairs neighbor's cousin just came up and knocked on my door. When I answered, he started with his spiel, a roll of tickets in hand.

Him: *spiel* "Vote for me by buying tickets. They're only $1 each." *pause* "No other ugly looking kids have come knocking have they?"

Me: "Yes. They have."

Him: "You didn't vote for them, did you?"

Me: *pause - do I want give him my own spiel on my current charitable contributions. No.* "No. I'm not voting for anyone. But, good luck."

Him: "What? You don't like seeing kids do positive stuff?"

Me: *pause - now offended* "I don't like kids giving me guilt trips. It is not appreciated. Thank you."

Then, I turned around and walked back inside my house. He was the fourth kid to come knocking. I'm just going to stop answering my door. I hate-hate-hate guilt trips. Especially when they come from strangers to me about me not giving them money.

Dammit. When did I become a grumpy old person?