None of the metal nipples they sell at work can compare with my *glowing* nipples from last night.

There was a good email sent to the list on how to eat around the Holidays. It was basically "eat cookies while they're still around and forget about calories." I'm thinking it's good advice for the moment.

I love the NWR list—where else could you find subject lines like "effects of drugs and prostitution" mingling with "Oral Sex and Gingerbread (was bikini waxes and shaving)"?

branchstudios: if i were there i would be your foof

I'll have to start writing for my web journal again. I've noticed that all the little things that pop into my head get posted here, but the bigger, more interesting things get skipped, like the Nightmare Before Christmas party.

And meteor shower!

And last Wednesday I daaaanced until I could collapse. And then I did.

The Seattle snow reports start today. It's a winter tradition that my mailing lists start filling up with, "Snow in Everett!", "Snow on Beacon Hill!", "No snow in Queen Anne yet"

Two orders in a row had the name "Mike" after I passed the icky guy at work, and I remembered his name must be Mike. It has to be—Mike is the split good/bad name.

Good Michael/Bad Michael

If you want to do something with your AOL CDs other than use them for coasters, (I really like my matching blue AOL/Earthlink cd coaster set), nomoreaolcds.com is trying to collect a million of them to send back to AOL. The site design will probably hurt your eyes though.

Weird link from Izzy... I didn't even watch it until this morning to figure out that it's more than just the flash intro.

For the record, I played no Civ yesterday.

A giant 8 ft inflatable snowman. I just want to know *why*??

I'm thinking that once the addiction calms down, Andrew and I should schedule some non-Civ time. I'm sure we can still find other ways to amuse ourselves together (and I *don't* mean playing Black & White)

Took the Sensuality Test (high 80s) and then showed it to Andrew. We were laughing at the "I can't resist the rhythm and burst into dance" option to one question, but now here I am trying to clean with Apoptygma Berzerk and lots of floor space.

I need club shorthand for, "I really don't mind if you hit on me. In fact I find it flattering, if you aren't giving off icky vibes. But just so you know, my boyfriend's right there and you aren't going to get anywhere."

"I know how to make ice. My mom gave me the recipe."

Well for some reason I was wandering through Gryphon's journal, and took one of the tests he had results to:

YOU ARE 56% GOTH.
Oh My Goth! You Goth, Girl. There is a good chance you're bi. Freakiness pumps through your veins, but you can still laugh at yourself.

Misheard quotes of the day:

"There, now my nipples are on straight."

"Jingle whores" (!) – Heard in Jingle Bell Rock, playing in QFC

Another mission to donuts completed, 11 pm Saturday night. I think I'll go into sugar shock.

Today I learned why you shouldn't go fetish clothing shopping alone, when I got stuck in a little vinyl dress I was trying on. (Luckily, I wasn't alone.)

Selina: my thanksgiving day turkey was named Bob.

Other cat owners should understand this at least... my yearly tribute to my little girl who died the day after Thanksgiving two years ago now.

If you're looking to start your own porn site, but all the good name are taken... Dotster has a list of about-to-expire domain names, starting with 00-0RGASM.COM and 007NUDECELEBS.COM

Selina: so what are you guys doing today?
Andrew: rebecca's walking around naked and eating waffles
Selina: and you're just enjoying the scenery?

Happy Thanksgiving to those of you who care, and happy Thursday to those of you who don't.

(Since I got this in just under midnight I guess I should say happy shopping holiday instead.

Ha! An entire four-day weekend to conquer the world with my laptop. Oops, I mean...

I really must make art soon. My drawing table has been neglected except for my sacrifice of a portfolio mat board to the art gods.

Can too much Civ hurt a relationship?

"I'm destroying the evil French!
"but I'm playing the French."
"yeah... and?"

How old do you have to be to transition from 'weird' to 'eccentric'? Is dipping my chips in the glass of water in Mexican restaurants and testing pens on my hands in stores going to give my future grandchildren an excuse to have me put away?

Andrew once thought it was strange that I'd write actual words when scribble-testing a pen (if you count 'lalala' as a word.) On an old page of Javascript notes that I'm rewriting, I ended up with "la variable" and decided I must be making up French.

Recycled thought of the day: I can fake good chocolate.

Jennifer came to me last week, saying I have pretty handwriting (!? Years of typing *destroys* handwriting), to make signs for a 'finger potluck' at work. To compensate for not being able to write well above a certain size, I enlarged it on the copy machine.. came out in the end but wouldn't survive an art school critique.

I made brownies last night from some mixes my mom has sent me. I have an entire cupboard shelf full of them and it seems like the best way to get rid of some of them is to let someone else eat them.

If I was really following the hypoglycemic diet (I try, at least), I'm not supposed to be eating food like that. I read a book on not eating sugar, and it... pretty much made me want to make brownies in rebellion.

I think they're edible. I told myself I wouldn't be insulted if no one touched them, but currently a few are missing. [updated: Plate was empty, and I didn't see them in the trash.]

Karla in her usual every-guy-in-the-company-wants-you fashion said that the hummus must've been brought by someone who's after me.

The most adorable thing in there though, *penguins*! Two black olives, carrot slices, cream cheese, and a toothpick. It's sitting on my desk, too cute to eat.

Tuesday managed to be three days in one.

I wonder if bus drivers get tired of the people who sit in the front right seat, leaning forward talking. I've seen good conversations and I've seen drivers "uh huh, uh huh" every few minutes, but either way the person keeps going.

Note: I am changing the order of posts to be chronological in each day. It'll be better for readability, but you'll have to scroll more to find out if you've missed anything new. If you have Javascript and cookies enabled though, I'm working on a "new post" cookie.

Do people expect more from a web site that hasn't updated in a while, once it gets back around to it? Though unless it's Sluggy which makes up for every single missed comic, it's usually less. Well, I hope this is good enough....

I could blame it all on the game again and it just might make a better excuse than me being lazy. Sometimes I just want to be passive and let other people do the writing.

Andrew was looking at this site about the Seattle Ley Line Project and found out my birthday party was right at a power center.

Now I want to try that sentence again with *more* links!

Andrew was looking at this site about the Seattle Ley Line Project and found out my birthday party was right at a power center.

Bulge-front jeans for men—unfortunately (fortunately?) no pictures.

Has anyone else ever tasted ice to make sure it tastes like ice?

"Scores of family planning clinics in at least 12 states have received letters containing anthrax threats"

Giant Pez!!

CIA tried to listen to Soviets with eavesdropping feline

A flash movie about being out of work. Not really work-safe since it's narrated.

It's not exactly a secret that I dye my hair red(der), but it's always a few months later, when it's probably faded back to about normal that people start noticing and complimenting my hair out of nowhere.

One thing yesterday I probably would've posted if I wasn't so exhausted (the way my blood-sugar levels were rollercoastering yesterday, I swear I'm going to turn up diabetic):

At work Thursday morning, Tom brings me a pen, says his son gave it to him but I'd probably get more of a kick out of it than he would. It's a gel pen with different color ink as you go through it. Happy boingy pen!!

I don't know if this falls under the 'too early in the morning' category or what.

I went to bed early last night and pushed getting up as late as possible. When I got to my computer, it told me it was only approaching 6. The power went out yesterday afternoon and somehow I must've set my alarm clock to the wrong time.

So I went back to bed.

This week has taken entirely too long to get through.

I can definitely tell I'm happier with my new roommate—when I see his milk was left out overnight I feel bad instead of secretly happy... then I see it expired last month so it's all okay anyway.

Another 'it's too early in the morning' moment: I had one contact in and the other on my finger trying to make sure it was the right side out. The half/half vision was making it harder to see, so I closed one eye, the one that could see.

I know this is only going to add to the image of me going around naked all the time (I know what you're thinking... stop it!... all of you!) but standing naked on a floor heater vent in a cold house feels *wonderful*.

I have experienced the orgasmic donuts. I have experienced waiting in line for an hour in the middle of the night to get these donuts.

Now that Halloween's over I'm debating whether I should wear my kitty ears and reassert my catness now that all the impostors are gone, or avoid the "But Halloween was last month." comments.

A warning to all my friends: Please, please, don't lick your mail. Really, no matter how tempting I know this must sound...

I'm disappointed that I missed the sign-up deadline for National Novel Writing Month. It wasn't until last night that I had crazy ideas like, "I could write...!"

Last night had the perfect full moon and fast-moving cloud effect for Halloween. I wore my costume to work, and was nearly the only person who dressed up (only person in my *building* as far as I know.) Pictures, including one incriminating co-worker pic, up as usual.