People at work are expecting me to dress up tomorrow even if they haven't heard about my costume plans. I guess this is what happens when you wear kitty ears all year.

?OTD: What would be more extreme than a tattoo?

I was thinking about how my mom has gotten used to things over time. She used to think me wearing purple and blue and green fingernail polish was weird. She didn't want me to dye my hair any unnatural colors. Now, a while back she asked if I had any tattoos as she usually does, and instead of saying no, I said, "not yet."

She's asking questions when I talk to her, as much as she can handle, at least finding out that it isn't going to be any kind of impulsive decision. Then I told her, "By the way, I also want to dye my hair burgundy."

"Oh, I have no problem with that! Hair grows back.

So I thought... I just need to find something more extreme tattoo to tell my mom I'm planning so she'll be happy when I 'settle'.

I realized today that I'm the waitressing actress of the web world.

"You're an enigma. One minute you're studying Javascript, the next your painting your nails" (with a gel pen even)

Karla: You've created a monster.
me: A giant squishy one?

Nearing Halloween, I realize how catlike I am. Every time I see someone else in cat ears I get the *there's another cat in my territory* feeling.

I am again amazed at my ability to pull little pieces of plastic out of my eyes.

I'm trying to get used to Netscape 6. It would be doable if it didn't reopen "my sidebar" every time I open the program. I don't want it!! Stop trying to customize my programs the way someone else wants them!

I brought the squishy moose to work and they're being well squished. Maybe soon I can start that squishy moose sanctuary and breeding ground and repopulate the species.

*listening to song about baltimore*

Selina: I haven't said 'vibrator' on the bus in front of an old lady for a while.

Now that I occasionally have a new reader, I should probably tell the story rather than getting away with quoting Selina, "Just because *you're* practically sleeping with the DJ." and my score on the gay test, "You are 50% GAY!" I should then also point out that Doug is the DJ, not the one at work who told me, "Nice boots," and any talk of me doing Canadians is of course not true—I'm only doing one Canadian. :)

Other work weirdness:

I repeat my comment of, "I can't believe people here can talk about nipples with a straight face." I find the whole idea of shipping nipples hilarious, whatever kind they are.

And "Nard". Typing a name as "Nard" will always be funny to me. Easily amused.

Talking about work?... Okay, well, today I had this order .. and it went on credit hold... and... well, that kind of thing happens every day. Orders go on credit hold that have already shipped. Orders go on hold that are for $0. Must be afraid they'll accidentally *pay* or something.

Oooh, writing on lined paper with #-type symbols is giving me design ideas!

Paul said I don't write anything about work on my site, though I'm sure I have—it just may not be any more obvious than "Screwing upside down is hard work" referring to putting a desk together. (Upside down no less.)

"Computer programming [Javascript] and Sylvia Plath. You are one serious individual."

No interview, "We've found the resources we need for now." By that wording they either hired someone else, or not at all... just proves you can't trust a dot-com type company right now. (As if that's news.)

Civ II strikes again and it's all Andrew's fault.

Andrew: and for the record, I am *not* having any trouble breaking away from reading about php... I can handle it, it's not an addiction... ;)

branchstudios: kitten-dep is sad...

I might as well just say I'm setting myself up to get in trouble by letting a co-worker read my sites. I *did* warn him that he will probably find out more about me than he'd ever want to know. He's currently wondering how Andrew managed to get my desk together with me walking around naked.

Okay, very cute. Sounds cats make in all different languages

I'm *used* to having people make comments when I wear my kitty ears. Comments, questions, cat-calls in a literal sense (here-kitty-kitty). Just being a girl walking in the industrial area of south Seattle is enough to invite unintelligible comments yelled from passing cars, unusual looking girl or not. Even, being a girl seems to give some the privilege of standing in place ogling, eyes bulging, as I walk by in any area of town.

I *really* have to wonder what goes through people's minds. Who gives him the right to stick his head out his pick-up truck window and yell at me, "Nice hat, fuckhead"?

I must wear kitty ears at work tomorrow to balance having to act professional at the interview later.

Shannon: what are you going to be? [for halloween]
me: possibly naked for lack of a better costume :)

I think I shocked my mom last night. I finally told her my new roommate's name is Jason. "That's a strange name for a girl," she says.

Maybe I should keep my socks in the living room so they'll be there when I need them. Yes, just my socks

I forgot what I was going to say?

Things that would have been posted from work, if I had access to a real computer:

I will *not* spin around in my chair to amuse myself.

Since when do I sound so perkyish on the phone?

Karla is now known as the typist *without* kitty ears.

I can't dial a phone anymore.. (used to the number setup on the keyboard)

Battle the evil forces of monsteruation! You get to shoot tampons, or giant Midol pills that look like tampons, and kill things!

Autopsy Screenwriter's Guide—sounds good for writing your own episode of the X-Files. (What would an X-Files episode be without a good autopsy?)

Alright I'm out of excuses for not posting. Here are my Random Thoughts for the Week:

I'm the artificial juice drink of goth.

[restaurant] I wonder if anyone's ever decided tea's a rip-off. Any other drink they at least *make* for you.

I have a hippie body.

foofy foofie foofiness

Now that the Misha-cats are gone, I have a shortage of uses for the word 'foof' in my life.

"You're supposed to get stoned before you have conversations like this."

Wow, SM themed makeup

WHY do they schedule a baseball game to get out when people are leaving work?

"You've never eaten a slinky?"

Thought of the day: I'm the freak at work now.. oh, wait.. I already was.