"Never mix up the drain cleaner and the listerine." - Jason

I bought another Virtual Pikachu, though officially to be a really cute step meter. I wanted to follow the 10,000 steps in a day recomendation, but that's not nearly a difficult goal I'm finding. I hit the 10,000 mark a little after I got home Monday, without even trying, and brought it up to 13,000 with the park (inflated a bit through swinging). Today I got up to 12,000, just through my normal walking to the bus, to lunch, to the bank... but I still don't feel like I'm doing enough to actually lose weight.

Normally Jason cooks really good food, but tonight he gave me some tofu that tastes like melted plastic. I think he understands why I'm not finishing it.

This really shouldn't have surprised me - I am Kiki

The sunny weather is making me want to curl up and sleep in a sunbeam.

You really have to feel a failure at life when you can't get a half gallon of milk open properly.

The weather is finally uncharasterically sunny, so Jason and I went looking for swings this evening.

He tells me I'm a fairy.

I took Andrew up the Space Needle yesterday for his birthday (birthday was in March, just got around to it now). I told him he can't leave Seattle without going up the Space Needle, but realized right after I said it that it means he can leave now...

Pictures will go here when I get them there.

Layne Staley of Alice in Chains was found dead in his apartment - two weeks later. Honestly, his death doesn't seem to surprise much of anyone. I thought years ago that he'd be the "next one to die".

Jon posted the mp3 to Nutshell, which seems the most appropriate song to me as well. I remember that Nutshell and a certain Sponge song played together, on repeat, was a pretty good sign that I was seriously depressed.

The Hole in the Wall Project is a fascinating project that shows how kids teach themselves to use a computer, through a public computer imbedded in wall in India.

Dutch Doctor Identifies Post-Orgasmic Syndrome

It would be funny if it wasn't true... I've lost the original articles, but through some web searching I've found the one with the quote,

"It is my hope that this funding will give the officers in the Youth Outreach Unit the tools they need to identify Goth culture leaders that are preying on our kids," Rep. Graves said in a press release announcing the appropriation last month.

Umm, yeah, good luck finding those "leaders".

Now it's time to play catch-up with all the news stories I've meant to post over the last week or few.

I saw VNV Nation for the third time last night, and for once I don't have any pictures to show off. I took the camera as usual, but decided to relax and check my bag and camera for once (and oops, water bottle). Unfortunately, they were having sound issues that seemed to be throwing them off for the first half of the show. As I told Andrew, I have a feeling somebody's sound guy is fired.

Of course the concert has set off real-camera lust again. It's still my Unrealistic Dream to be a photographer, now especially a concert photographer. I see these exact moments I want captured on film, which is a little more than my digital camera can handle... er... nevermind the lack of film. I used to wander over the Photography department at the Art Institute to drool over the displays, and remind myself, "You *cannot* switch to a photography major."

"I want professional chocolate!" - Roberta

Kylldoran: you know, I just thought of a fun thing to do on a call... answer the phone like tom leykis
Kylldoran: "thank you for calling... Earthlink... technical support. The ISP that is *not*... trying to take over the world. I am your host, Andrew."

This has to be one of the more interesting conversations I've had today

Styrdyst: *something relevent and interesting*
Your Evil Spleen: *pithy comment*
Styrdyst: *questioning look*
Your Evil Spleen: *pseudo-sexual nudity comment*
Styrdyst: *usual response*
Your Evil Spleen: *inquiry of well being*
Styrdyst: *nonsensical nonsense*
Your Evil Spleen: *explanation of playing with industrial toys*
Styrdyst: *silence*
Your Evil Spleen: *potty humour*
Styrdyst: *more randomness*
Your Evil Spleen: *alcoholic noodle recipe*
Styrdyst: *mention of soy sauce cravings*
Your Evil Spleen: *soy sauce orgasm*
Styrdyst: *shocked silence*
Your Evil Spleen: *fond and quick farewell*
Styrdyst: *byeness*

A discussion about someone who was fired for posting about work on a popular weblog is making me think about and compare to the rants I put on bareSquare.

It's Free Cone Dayat Ben & Jerry's! Next free ice cream day is May 1, Baskin Robbins free scoop night, 6-10 pm.

Jason agrees that cuddle deprivation is a real phenomena, and says I get a bit weird when deprived.

But the comment boxes are still working just fine - so make start making some comments, especially if you're not Jake.

I couldn't stop giggling over this article - blame it on sleep dep, but I still think it's the funniest thing... http://www.satirewire.com/briefs/belgium.shtml.

"Israel. Palestine. Cats," he said. "Belgium."

Mini-blog is broken. Don't know how to fix it.

I feel awkward writing about this, but I feel awkward not. I had been awake all of an hour Monday and was eating breakfast when Jason came home and showed me: http://pub53.ezboard.com/fseagothforumfrm34.showMessage?topicID=6078.topic (9 pages then, 15 now and counting.)

I'd never met him myself, so I don't feel any place in the memorials that are happening, online and off, but it's still too close to not be affected. Since I can't do anything, I feel myself wanting to fade back until everything feels normal again (except to offer hugs to friends who need them of course.) I imagine myself sneaking in and leaving flowers when no one's looking, except that I won't because there will always be people, and I realize it's this same awkwardness that keeps me from doing this that kept me from being able to just walk up and say 'hi' and have known him myself.

I was going to join Earthwalk today but being sick... and the rain... and getting out of bed fifteen minutes before it starts... Jason convinced me it wasn't a good idea, and we ended up going to Ikea.

There was someone on the NWR list who I feel like I should have met by now, but hadn't, so I forced myself to be social and went to her painting party (was to be chalk-on-sidewalk party but for the rain.) When I arrived, I knew why I thought we must meet -- she was wearing kitty ears! Otherwise though, for me it was a lot of people I don't know in a small space. I've pretty much perfected my 'stand in one place and look lost' look.

There were some very cute moments thanks to a three year-old who was more interesting in painting her dad (yay bodypainting!) Unless you don't like kids, everyone should spend time around a three year-old once in a while for the outlook on life. The dad told the girl she could paint wherever she wanted, then added, "I'm keeping the shorts on," which got a laugh from the adults. They started discussing how *she* wouldn't care, it's all just more skin to her. It must be great to be an age where bodies are just bodies, and putting cold paint on daddy's nipples makes him make funny noises.

Jason said I should definately post to my web site right now, envermind where what my typiing abilities might be (<-- left unedited) I would've quoted talking to Andrew, but all I can remember is the part:

"so are you high now?"
"yea!"

It's like some things were just meant for an audience... Jason drove me to work this morning, so he was a witness to me eating breakfast. I got a cheerio caught in my throat, in the real couldn't-breath way, where impulse takes over. Instantly, I had exploded cheerios and milk all over my computer, desk, and floor.

Jason was mixing weird things together tonight and then had me taste it. Turned out to be everclear and polish grenadine syrup. I said it was like Nyquil x 100, but it made the actual Nyquil-taking experience much nicer in comparison.

Does anyone else see the irony in someone not being able to spell the word "college"?

Selina has requested that I post the quote, "I like to watch rats fuck." - Jason.

Today I learned:
Cold medicine will make you half-functional if you actually take it instead of carrying it around and looking at it once in a while.

"You got the Earthlink flu!"

(Thanks Izzy, I'm blaming you this time.)

It's going to be a strange split week with having had Wednesday off. I nearly went home early today. Making it to 3:00 or so seemed like a much more achievable goal than making it to 4:45, but I felt better by the afternoon, and much better by this evening. Instead I worked through lunch and made up for a small bit of the time I missed yesterday.

I just still have the one-sided sore throat! Lots of warm soup makes it feel better.

Someone bring me snickerdoodles.

I was looking at a lot of web journals today that have links to "a year ago". A year ago on happy-clicker:

bikepoet: you should be a professional confuser...

I called in sick to work today. It was all decided for me in a dream.

I hope this was a legitimate decision, though the dream was pretty convincing and I didn't want to go through all that trouble again. My throat huuuurts. *whine*

When Andrew got sick he told me to blame Daniel if I get it, though I don't know who this Daniel person is, he's supposed to be the one who started this germ spereading chain. Now that I'm sick, I sort of feel bad that his kamra is being beat up at the moment and he won't even know why.

I wonder if anyone's written about the popcorn virus that goes around offices. Someone makes popcorn and the smell causes some number of other people to have to make their own.