Which OS are You?

Last night, the neighbor downstairs cooked and my place was once again filled with steam and fumes that should have been sent outside. I opened all the windows and turned off the heat to avoid wasting energy.

My Palm Pilot died today

Oh, the buttons and pad have been a bit stubborn as it got older, but today when I got home I tried to turn it on to back it up on my computer and nothing happened. I tried new batteries and still nothing. It's my favorite electronic toy, aside from my coffee maker of course. And my coffee maker is brand new. The Palm was a first generation.

You are a Crotch Monkey. You are a very naughty,

vile thing. You are very tiny and cause a
distracting and unsanitary itch. You seem to

favor musicians with attitudes, at least from
what we've seen, because they are always

grabbing themselves, like Justin here.





What's YOUR Inner Monkey?

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No restaurant crawl this week. Everyone is either too broke, depressed or busy working now.
I'm going Krogering for dinner. Thinking of checking out the new Whole Foods tonight as well if there's time.

Today I finally got a haircut. It's been months. Robert was understanding gave not only a good cut but a serious positive reinforcement talk as he cut my hairs. I left feeling much better than I did before the grooming ritual.

And now I am very tired and must sleep.

Downstairs neighbor is cooking again today. bleeehhh.

Fortunately, it's warm enough to sleep with all my windows open now. Yay Spring!

The food party on Sunday great fun. I went with the nice boy and Nick and brought the cookie "pizza" and cheese "burgers". Many interesting dishes: meatloaf "cake" with mashed potato icing, tapioca pudding "sushi" with fruit slice fish. The best were the Thai dumplings as powdered doughnuts - brought in a Krispy Kreme box. There was also a lovely bright red beet sundae with fluffy mashed potato and a cherry tomato on top.

Monday morning I think the neighbors tried to kill me again. I had an incredibly difficult time waking up despite the strong smell of smoke in my place. It was too cold Sunday night to leave the windows open all night. That kind feeling when my body absolutely refused to get up despite me struggling to open my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Walking outside to leave for work (late, of course) there a propane tank sitting outside the cat lady next door's place. Why - I have no idea. I did put new batteries in my cheap CO2 detector that afternoon.

It's a busy weekend. Seems like there are too few things to do in too few hours. But I'm having fun even if I am somewhat overwhelmed.

Friday night I didn't make it out of the office in time to make it to the Artery performance. When I probably should have been sleeping I was hanging out with the musicians.

Saturday I managed to do most things on my list - 90% of what I had scheduled for myself.

Murray phoned and said he'd like to visit Atlanta in two weeks. I had to remind/inform him that Passover is two weeks from now and - perhaps - his family would like to have him around for that week. Funny that I have to remind him of these things. I'm starting to wonder about what medication he's on.

Today I'm having to give up one meeting to finish my other commitments for the weekend. Among other things, I'm going to a creative potluck with the theme "Food Disguised As Food". I'll be interested to see what others (who cook on a regular basis) come up with as a solution to that assignment.

Maybe we're paying old debts.


It occurs to me that, if we really are "freeing the Iraqi people" that is a point long overdue. It would be something we actually owe a certain part of the population there since the first gulf war when George Bush Sr. simultaneously encouraged the people to rebel and overthrow Saddam Hussien while giving his back certain weapons and the right to use them locally. That was a terrible abandonment by the U.S.


Then, of course, we didn't do a thing to make that right for years. Not until it was somehow in an economic interest perhaps.

Hurry Down Doomsday - The Bugs Are Taking Over

Yesterday morning, mosquitos swarmed in the parking lot of my building and aphids are covering my violas. I sprayed the aphids with soap and -- as for the mosquitos, I will try to avoid outdoor activities as much as possible this summer. Citronella candles are pretty and the smell is nostalgic to me, so I might invest in some soon.

Tired this morning. Running late. And yet, I still take a moment to write in this blog. Good things are lining up for the next two weekends and I hope I can arrange things in a way that lets me take it all in. Atlanta has a serious case of Spring fever at the moment. It's a good thing. I'm feeling fertile again for the first time in a long long while.

Crazy downstairs boy overturned some of my potted plants, leaving clumps of dirt on the steps and parking lot. Guess I won't be setting anything out downstairs or around the atrium this year.

Some kind of fight going on in crazy boy downstairs place. Donna has no fear of standing outside to see what's going on. Turns out it was the two brothers fighting. One had come over to the other not to frighten their mother. *sigh* If it had been anyone other than the two brothers fighting I would have phoned 911.

Gleefully sat and watched Elvis Costello hosting The Late Show last night. He was witty and thoroughly amusing. I taped the entire show sans commercials if anyone wants to see it later.

This week's restaurant crawl brought us to Korean Gardens. Because we lacked a large number of people this week, we both chose hot pots rather than the delights of the barbeque table with it's built in little grill. They brought us enough rice anddmarinated goodies before the meal to nearly fill us up before our volcanically hot bowls cooled enough to eat. There were plenty of leftovers for breakfast the next day.

I saw an odd thing tonight walking home: a small snake squirming on the driveway to my door. A real live moving snake in March. This is still officially winter and here's this cold-blooded animal I saw outside just 15 minutes ago.

Celebrating the dark underbelly again.

Finding renewed intrigue and interest within the male of the species.

Opening the door for despair? I don't know. I have hope. Must be fertile again.

Listening to Hanging on a Curtain by Morphine.