Someone got to my web site on a search for 'izzy's laptop'.

Here's a recipe for salted water. Read the reviews.

My mom always tells me we can make more ice because she has the recipe.

An auction on eBay which I was considering bidding on for Andrew's birthday has one of those obnoxious Javascript right-clicker disable scripts. If I right-click anywhere on the page, meaning I can't 'open link in new window' to look at their store page without losing the auction page (bad business for them), I get a popup notice saying, "COPYRIGHT! Seller, think twice before you copy this image. We will filled a legal action against you!" On the other hand, to actually steal the image, all I have to do is hover for a second for the IE picture toolbar to pop up and save the image.

Oh, it doesn't do a thing in Netscape either. I had to open the page again in IE just to get the exact wording of the notice. I guess they're going to filed legal action against me now.

This is one of the funniest things ever. People have been taking anti-terrorism precaution symbols and adding their own captions. If you have set yourself on fire, do not run

My favorites are "In the event that terrorists remove your lungs and stomach, please remain calm." and "In the event of a nuclear explosion, drive around it."

Even creepier, my description of Mr. Rogers could just as easily apply to Michael Jackson right now.

It's kind of creepy if you think about it—an adult man who lives in a fantasy world with children, but it's still sad that Mr. Rogers has died.

Anyone into that spy on your neighbors program the government came up with would have been really interested to see me standing next to a trash can by my bus stop with white powder spilling from my coat pockets. I bought a Lik-a-stik candy (it's like pixi-stix but in packets instead of straws, with a candy "stick" to eat it with) back on Jessica's birthday. I forgot about it in my pocket until the package disintegrated and I got flavored sugar all over the place. Mmmm... cherry flavored anthrax.

I just found out I'm number 6 in search engine rankings for 'female ejaculation taco'.

Here's my search queries for the day:

1: very good fetish
1: muscular men picture penis
1: female ejaculation taco
1: barbell gothique
1: why are people against tattoos
1: penguins with black olives
1: dllamar
1: losing my voice i'm sick
1: 2003 origami calendar
1: my first topless
1: pictures of women in skirts and heels
1: smatrt
1: sex with my roommate

My girlfriend's boyfriend brought me Thai food!

I'm not going to send this to the list because I don't want to scary anyone away, but Paul was asking about the book club meeting today. He asked if it's going to be one of those clothing optional events. I told him he's safe as long as my roommate doesn't start walking about naked.

Random product of the day: toothpaste and mouthwash in one. Would this be called toothwash? They have shampoo in conditioner in one so I guess it was only a matter of time.

This flash site lets you cut out a virtual snowflake. Mine looks like sumo bunnies!

It's time to play Guess the Random Mexican Dish. I made a fried tortilla with cheese and fake chicken, wrapped into a roll with a sushi rolling mat. What would this be called?

I got a wrong number calling myself.

So from what I read years ago on how to begin lucid dreaming, the first step is to regularly stop and look at something written and try to change the words. If it works, you're dreaming, and then you can continue and control the dream. The point is that you'll get used to doing it in your everyday life and start doing it in your dreams. I don't know if that really works though—I'll dream about work but I've never dreamed about things like doing my wrist exercises at work.

My old roommate Sharon and I planned to decorate our apartment walls with hundreds of song quotes. Something about this idea still appeals to me.

Random thought of the day: I wonder what they actually say when they answer the phone at the city morgue.

Send good thoughts to Paul's wife, Judy (also a co-worker) who's going into surgery today.

I'm just suddenly confused about this whole weblogging experience. If I don't update for two weeks people notice and complain. I could write about anything I want here and as long as I don't go too far off the deep end for to long, you'll keep reading. But why does anyone care what I have to say on a regular basis?

I walked into the cash counter thinking there should be donuts (those little Hostess ones) and found a box of Krispy Kreme. The last time I thought about finding something and did I was dreaming, and kept thinking if my mind was better trained I should have recognized it a a dream. I wasn't able to move any signs around or change the calendar so I must have ben awake. I actually should've tried to make more donuts appear.

This won't show up in the archives, but posting has been flaky for the last couple weeks for the same reason that I want to go up to people I know and say, "Hi, I'm insane!"

The transportation section of today's paper had a question about road dots not sticking to the road. The woman who wrote in says, "My daughter is collecting them for fun.". I think I feel validated by that part. People should remember when I was collecting those things. I ended up with so many just from people giving them to me whenever they found one that I had to stop and I still have a whole bag full in my closet.

My goal has always been to get one of the big road dots.

Teen blazes trail as first 'fire chick'

Andrew and I went on a shopping trip to Vancouver yesterday. We made it back through the border without any Bad Things happening and I spent most of my money there on origami star paper and no-high-fructose-corn-syrup drinks.

My goal today is to clean my bathroom and update my web site.

It's starting to look like Shannon and I aren't meant to see the Vagina Monologues. We got lost and showed up late but at least they let us in...

Andie gave me a Powerpuff Girl wrapped box of shiny things!

This is from a whole list of pictures of the recent anti war protests around the world, but I thought there being one at Antarctica was the most impressive.

Completely random thing I found incredibly sexy for some reason: a guy picking up teriyaki to go puts a pair of disposable chopsticks in his shirt pocket and silently waves off an offer of a fork.

Sometimes I realize that I've tried an amazing variety of menstrual products. I was walking down the "feminine hygine" isle at Bartells—a term I have a problem with because I don't see much difference between "feminine" and "masculine" hygene other than the option between deoderant or floral scented soap—walked past the pantiliners, pads, tampons, and the new Instead cups and saw a box I didn't recognize.

The box said 'deoderant suppositories'. I think I actually stood there with my mouth open while I read the box to see if it could really be. It's bad enough they're trying to tell women we don't smell right and give us products to fix that "problem" but I can't beleive they actually expect us to put something inside to smell right.

Jason came to work just to bring me Pocky!

Do you ever get the feeling your underwear is on backwards when you know you put it on right?

I found a book on origami quilts in Uwajimaya. I'll have to get this book now. I'm thinking I'd like to make one for my mom for a Christmas/birthday type present.

Ooh, my book club may have been found through web searching. I have a search query in my stats of 'online feminist book club'. Unless that was you, Michael.

I burned myself on a hot butter knife I picked up off of the stove. It didn't actually register as hot until I was halfway to the sink and had already been burned. That was such a strange feeling since all I could tell is something didn't seem quite right.

The law of smoking at a bus stop says that as soon as you light a cigarette, your bus will show up. I think the opposite is true for non-smokers though. If someone lights a cigarette nearby while you are waiting for a bus, your bus won't show up until they are through.

Someone graffitied the Planned Parenthood ad on the bus so that it reads "Services include murder". It was the only ad touched. It must have been done by someone anti-abortion, who of course refuse to acknowledge all the great services Planned Parenthood provides. But the ad was about their free birth control program, and what better way to prevent abortion than free birth control?

I saw this article in the paper about turning Regrade Park, otherwise known as 'Crack Park' into a dog run. I used to live right across the street from that park and you could watch the drug deals from your window.

A representative from Rideshare was at work today promoting car and van pools. New drivers for van pools get a $600 incentive to drive! I was thinking that could pay for driving lessons so I could do one—too bad it doesn't work in reverse that way.

Here's the story of the laptop.

My laptop died a while back now. I have Andrew as my Personal Tech Support Boy to help me figure out what was wrong. We thought it was the hard drive, but I replaced that and it was still broken so he decided it was the motherboard which means the laptop is truly dead. Actually I'm sure it was more complicated and techie than that but this is the short version.

I told my dad the laptop is dead and what we thought was wrong. He tells me, "Well I think I know a little more about fixing computers than most people." He's being out-geeked by Andrew, though he doesn't want to admit it yet, and doesn't know how to deal with that. He wanted me to send the laptop back and he would fix it or else send me a new one. Since I had nothing to lose, other than risking him thinking it was fixed just to die in another month, I did.

I got a call about a month or so ago saying he had it fixed, and that he was going to leave it up and running a few days before sending it back to see how it worked. I didn't hear anything until yesterday when he emailed me telling me about my new laptop.

I'm getting a new laptop!

There were no posts yesterday because of Shannon, Walker, a Hacker game, and a bottle of wine. I didn't want to subject anyone to my typing.

This is from yesterday's paper but, 'Out' gay lawmakers say orientation no longer issue, Only California has more openly homosexual legislators.'

My bus driver this morning had a sense of humor. "Since there's a green light we won't be able to come to a complete stop. You'll have to tuck and roll."

Shannon and I are bonding over insanity.

Luckily I got home and the droopy flower perked up after having the stem cut and left in water all day.

Overheard quote of the day: "It'll make all my orifices smell better."

This is the kind of story that can only happen when you're poly.

I went to the flower shop on Eastlake for two white roses. I didn't bother to say they were for two different people so they wrapped them together. The place was busy enough as is. I didn't want to cause any more trouble. I unwrapped them to put in water—two candle holders/flower vases my mom gave me for Christmas. They seem to work equally well as either.

This morning one flower was opening and the other one went limp in the stem, drooping down. Now I have two dates and one good flower. Now what?

I'm seeing Andrew first so if I give him the good one it buys me more time to do damage control.

Elementary school popularity: When you bring the best candy to the class party you're suddenly the most popular kid for that day only. It's funny how it works at work too.

I ran across a topic on the Seagoth board sex forum talking about making March 20th 'Steak and Blow Job Day'. I had to show it to Andrew because it just happened to fall on his birthday.

I've been joking that I'm compromising my job security because I printed out this review of the Scary One's son's game to show to a couple people at work. I had great unplanned timing though because she happened to be out today.

I finally made it to the gym yesterday. My legs are hurting appropriately.

The most random thing I've seen today: toast flavored crackers.

Another note was added to the sign, "$20 cover charge. Tips appreciated.".

This whole problem could easily be solved by hiring women plumbers. They do exist.

I remember from some of the books I've read that one of the big fears being spread about the ERA is that it would require unisex bathrooms. Oh the horror.. The country's moral integrity will fall apart if men and women pee in the same place.

Besides, there's nothing in "Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of sex." that says, "and requires unisex bathrooms". The only time I've seen one outside of Ally McBeal was at MICA where someone had taken the signs off of the doors.

At work this morning there was a repairman in the women's bathroom and a sign on the door, "A MAN went in there... Use another." It sounds so ominous with the capital letters and all.

Paul is having entirely too much fun with the book names for my Book club. "My Cunt looks just like your Cunt."

Of course now that I've switched comment scripts again, I have a whole page of no comments.

The comment script is finally up and working!

My avoidance is better some days than others... I was caught on the street by someone wanting to talk to me. Of course I knew exactly what he wanted in the end but it's easier to get stuck when they "just want a minute". He had two dollars, needed five to stay at this shelter, "even pennies help." Since I couldn't find any convenient change in my pocket I ended up giving him a dollar. He wanted another one, saying he could talk them down to four if he had it, even though he was asking for pennies a minute earlier. I walked off with double guilt. Was I just scammed? I can't afford to go handing out dollars on the street. How can I be off to buy a two dollar scone but not be willing to give it to someone who needs it?

I finished reading the book Letters to Ms. (1972 � 1987) today. This one from 1975 is eerie how easily it applies today with Bush in office.

I work on Capital Hill for one of our better-known political figures. My boss is fairly moderate. While he doesn't like abortion personally, he does belive that each woman should have the right to make the decision by herself. We come from a fairly conservative district. Every time he goes back there, he is hit by the pro lifers. I hope people realize that the right to abortion is rapidly being chiseled away in votes on the House and Senate floors.

Our office has been deluged with mass mailings from pro lifers in the past few months. My boss, and others of similar ilk, are going to get bludgeoned into voting to ban abortions unless women are made aware of the terrible danger we are all in.

We recently received a letter from one of our leading Catholic lay leaders, haranguing us for not signing the pro life petition. He went on to affirm his support for all forms of life, lashing out at IUD devices and morning-after pills. He announced that it has been proven that "psychologically it is better for a woman rape victim to be counseled into bearing her child." Belive me, with Neanderthals like this around, we are all in big, big trouble.

We need help here in Washington. Unless women actively support the Supreme Court decision, in 1975 I fear a new age of repression will be upon us.

I noticed I'm getting a sore throat tonight. I'm hoping for the best.

I've spent another evening working on my comment script and I think it's finally complete. I've been having people try to break it for me. I'll have it up on the site as soon as I figure out how to make the comment counting script to go along with it. Anyone who wants to try to break it some more for me can try it here.

Jeremy-mustache was trying to attack me with powdered sugar!

The best use of a Costco membership ever: 32 colors of gel pens x 2. With this many pens i have to stop hoarding the shiny things and let myself use them.

I had a dream in the middle of the night that I was working overtime at work. How awful. As far as my mind is concerned I've already been at work longer than I need to be.

No updates today but I've been working hard on the comment script. It's mostly functional now.

Shannon: ALL Andrew's are Canadian. they are how it spreads
Shannon: except icky andrew
Shannon: and gay andrew
Shannon: and every andrew except yours and sika's

My poly calendar is a success!

The power went out briefly at work but not long enough to get out of any work. Jeremy in the cash counter said, "It's just like this company to do everything half-assed."

After many many years, my guitar has been declared a hermaphrodite and named Delilah.