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- Gone to TypePadDecember 18 2007
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Please update your bookmark:
http://oopsiedaisy.typepad.com - I'm Outta Here: Come with me to TypePad!December 4 2007
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That's right suckas: There's a new blog in town. Or the same blog. In the same town. Only in a different neighborhood. Which doesn't sound nearly as exciting.
I'm moving the insanity to TypePad. And not JUST because I work at Six Apart, but because TypePad is BETTER. And I can syndicate my Vox posts easily. Or my LiveJournal posts. (Ok, not so much my LJ, but don't even get me started on their mascot, Frank the goat. He's my best friend. I less than three him. A lot.)
ANYWAY... Long story short: I'm moving to bigger and better places. And you should follow me there. Because I'm not posting to blogger any more. And I'm contemplating closing this blog for good.
And I'd miss you if you didn't post comments and laugh at the accidental misfortune that is my existence.
See you there! - Not My Best Post Ever... But Hey: I'm Just One GirlDecember 3 2007
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Not feeling too snarky these days... Or, more accurately: Using all my snark in real-life and don't have any left over for the blog.
But here's what I've been up to lately. Cause I like to pretend you give a shit. It makes me feel like I have a purpose other than binge drinking.
*Lost my motorcycle virginity. It was way hotter than losing my actual virginity. Sort of want to buy a motorcycle.
*Spent a fair amount of time dealing with the fact that Six Apart sold LiveJournal. Am trying to get as much quality time in with Frank as I can before he moves to greener pastures.
*Swooned over code for the first time in my life.
*Tried to delete the swooning over code from my memory.
*Failed.
*Attempted to take it easy for an entire week in an effort to prepare myself for the onslaught of Christmas and the parties that accompany it.
*Failed.
*Said the following at a dinner party: "He's just a 21-year-old arrogant kid."
*Realized immediately I was talking to a 21-year-old. Apologized. Then made a mental note to get over my ageism. Have only used the expression "eleven-teen-year-old" three times since then.
*Concluded that in many ways, I am the happiest I've been in a long, long time. Not to be overly serious (ew) but it's true. And I thought you should know - Though He Did Insist We Order Wine...November 30 2007
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At Lunch. Discussing craigslist missed connections.
Him: Yeah, I've only used it once. There was this girl, standing on a corner looking at a map. And I was waiting for a friend for lunch, so I watched the light turn green and then red like six or seven times. And she just kept holding up the map. So finally, I walked over and asked her if she needed help with directions. Turned out she was just waiting for a bus to Marin, so we chatted for a while, and then her bus came, and after it drove away, it occurred to me that perhaps that was one of those times when we should've exchanged contact info.
Me: Yeah, um, the real problem might be with the fact that you call "getting a girl's number" "exchanging contact information" I'm just saying... - The Commute: A Three-Part VentNovember 26 2007
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First, let me say that when I board the outbound train at the end of the day, I get on at the very first stop. This is the ONLY rewarding thing about my commute: that I am guaranteed a seat during the entire 35 minute ride. For some reason, on the way home, I can't read my book like I can in the morning (makes me car sick), so I just sit there - IN MY SEAT - and listen to music.
This evening, I missed the N Judah by ten seconds. Literally. I was walking up the ramp towards the open doors and then *swish* they closed abruptly and un-magically. In fact, the doors closing hardly deserves such a delightful word as *swish* - it was more of a *THUMP - IN YOUR FACE BITCH* type of noise.
Then, when the next train finally did arrive, this guy sort of psyched me out with his seat position, and so instead of grabbing my normal seat (next to handicap seats, facing forward, by the window), I sat in one of the actual handicap seats that faces outward.
(It's my rant, I can be as boringly descriptive as I want.)
About ten minutes into the ride, I was gently rocking out to Tegan and Sara, everyone's second favorite lesbian duo, and staring down, avoiding all eye contact with any potential "missed connection" people, when all of a sudden, this little woman rolls her little grocery cart onto the now-packed train and stands right in front of me. I scanned the cart for signs of "crazy" - aka - no food or items of importance, just random shit people (mo
