Well, dammit, I've just found out that the only way for me to put "back issues" up here is for me to post them and deal with the fact that they have the wrong date. so, maybe I'll be keeping those "back issues" private for now, until I get motivated and make them their own webpage. Project... (: Then I'll just have a link to them, sorry guys, can't make them blogs. but I will be publishing my entire journal up here in the coming weeks... holy shit, is that a good idea? (:
Anyway, if you haven't already, *please* check out the Branner Blog. We don't even live there yet, and we've already got a website for it up... what a load of crazy assholes we are. Anyway, the credit goes to Jia Ji (he's the one hosting the whole damn thing, he's the one whose Leland account I have temporary access to...) All-around cool guy and fellow crazy asshole, Jia. He's going to Vegas this week to celebrate his 18th... by jumping out of a freaking airplane. What a nut. Ahh, the kinds of people I consort with these days... *g*

Holy shit, I just did the stupidest thing...
Okay, so I've got a Coke, and I've also got this packet of hot chocolate mix. (I was hungry, it tastes good... I'm weird.) So I think Hmm, what would happen if I poured this into here... so now I have a pile of cocoa powder on top of my icy Coke. of course it doesn't dissolve, so I go and take a sip. Oops. I inhale the powder and sneeze at the same time as I've got coke in my mouth... and suddenly I've got a noseful of bubbly soft drink and cocoa powder. Gaaaah that hurts. Take my word for it... don't try this at home!!!!
And, for the record, it tastes nasty, so all that work and pain for nothing! *GRRR*

Friday morning comes at last. Fridays are a beautiful thing, because I only have to spend four, rather than nine, hours imprisoned in this cubicle. My cubicle is 8x8 feet, with grey walls, grey desk, kind of green-grey carpet. The walls of the third floor of the east tower, where I make my living, are also grey. So's the ceiling. The doors are brown, and the stalls in the bathroom are cream. My eyes are not stimulated here... nor is my mind. I believe that this funky carpet/fabric they make cubicles out of is intended to imprison the spirit and mind as well as the body.
Coffee hasn't cooled down enough for me to drink yet. That's the funny thing about coffee... it's always either too hot or too cold. There is no "just right". Some mornings, my coffee forgets there ever was a man named Newton, and cools down past room temperature. I love it when things violate thermodynamic principles. Not.
Anyway, Barbara and Nathan are both coming home this weekend, which means I shall not be too bored. *g*
matchbox twenty concert: 10 days
Stanford: 21 days


Whee! This is going to become the forum for my entire journal, and *eventually* i'll have all the back issues of my journal up here. Ideally I won't have to censor it... hopefully it won't get me in *too* much trouble. Stay posted... *g*