Clearly my decision has been made

And that decision is: do not return to a normal sleep schedule just yet. There's all of 2008 to sleep like a normal human being. The whole rest of my body is so out of whack right now, might as well sleep at odd times too.

Things I've recently learned about myself: Cincinnati gives me sinus infections. No. Seriously. I went through this spell a couple years ago of getting sinus infections every time the wind blew. And then I didn't get one for like a whole year. And then I went home for Thanksgiving and got one so bad it lasted for two weeks. Then I felt better and flew home for Christmas. The first morning I woke up in Cincinnati I knew I was in trouble. This time I treated it much more aggressively with a combination of fluids, humidifiers and nasal spray. (Yum.)

I went to work on Friday and was so worn out from my two day work week that I spent most of Saturday on the couch, and a good portion of that time sleeping. Today I was much more productive. I cleaned my whole apartment. Although for some reason I always stop shy of vacuuming and scrubbing the tub. It's ok. I shower. I cooked banana corn fritters because the bananas were calling for my attention. And I went to the Y for visit number eight. I didn't stay long at the Y though. For a reason, I'd like to reference my comment about my body being out of whack.

I'm getting more and more excited about my new kitchen. The flip side of that is that I'm not taking such good care of the one I already have. Is it possible my oven stopped working? I don't think so because the stove top still works. But I tried to turn it on and it wasn't getting warm. Maybe I shouldn't put it on Ebay. Speaking of, Kelly, what do you know about putting large items (Read: Oven and matching hood) on Ebay? I am not willing to ship them. At all.

Update on Einstein's Logic Puzzle: I've now thought about it long enough that I know how to set up the grid to solve the problem. Unfortunately I lost some of my earlier momentum and haven't actually set up said grid.

Kelly, this Dilbert reminds me of you, especially the part where you can put your feet up on the opposite wall of your cube because it's really smaller than the union will allow. Woops.

Obviously this issue came up in all of my throwing stuff away at home. Mom had an old printer. I can't believe how much stuff I have right now that I don't know how to throw away. My two main things are paint and laptop batteries. Extra info on the laptop batteries, you can no longer put them in your checked luggage. I know, that's a switch. They have to come on the plane with you. That way, if it ignites, at least you'll be able to get to it quicker.

Too true news about online dating. I concur. Although, its worked for some people. I can think of three couples I know who got married to a person they met online. I think I'm going to just enjoy being single and doing whatever I want for a while. When it's time for me to do something new, I'll know it. I always do.

Speaking of being single, I am finding myself without plans on New Years Eve. I've never actually been up here for New Year's. Usually I'm driving home on the first. Are the liquor stores open on the 31st. It seems like some beer would be a nice way to celebrate. I've been flexing the no alcohol rule lately. No one knows what got into me. Buying kitchen appliances might also be a lovely way to celebrate. Hmmm.


Great Pictures from Christmas

In addition to the video I posted yesterday, I wanted to share some pictures from Christmas.

Aunt Mary Gives John a hard time. That's something we all want to do really.

An hilarious picture with two of my cousins kids. I love how Sarah is just half in the picture.

This could possibly be the best picture of me and my mother ever. (Not like the pictures I have of me and your mom.)

Another nice picture of Johnny.

After Aunt Barb sang her song and we played the stealing game, Aunt Barb got the booby present. Those glasses help people find their golf balls when they loose them in the woods. It's only funny because she's like the least golf oriented person in the family. Even more than me.

And then even more people wanted to try them on. Including Dad.

And then Aunt Mary.

This caption should read: What Dad would look like if I told him I was pregnant.
Instead, he's just mugging for the camera.

I made Mom try out the new purse before I left. I told her it was so I could make sure it was the right size. Really I just knew she'd never switch it otherwise. She really likes it.

Another nice picture of Mom and I.

And a good one of Aunt Mary.

Now, with these final pictures, just notice the family resemblance. I'm just saying....


This is the video that this post refers to. My mom loves this song even though it's about her.

So, what have I been up to, while my video is loading:

Wednesday: I hung out most of the day. I had a really nice lunch with Chris when I got the first call letting me know my flights were (once again) delayed. I taught my parents to play 500 and promptly trounced them. Well, my dad I didn't trounce so much as just won.

Wednesday, at the airport: I think I've racked up some quality time at the different airports on this trip. Why? Northwest is silly. I spent time in Cincinnati calling a friend who I didn't get to visit. It was good to talk to her. She had some exciting news. Plus it was nice to have something to occupy my time while I was sitting there waiting for an airplane.

On the plane: The pilot decided to comp the alcohol. Unfortunately although the flight attendant had was hard liquor. I didn't have any. When we landed my ride wasn't picking up her phone or her cell phone. And then it took them like twenty minutes to park the plane. Literally. Which brings us to....

Trying to get home: Since the ride wasn't picking up her phone, I called Amanda who said she'd come get me. Meanwhile, I'm waiting for them to park the plane. When I got off, at gate A6 (which is literally a full mile away from the terminal, they've measured) the tram was out of service and the skyway checkpoint was closed for the evening. And Amanda was like there. So I started hauling a$$. Amanda made fun of me for being out of breath but I was really moving and my stuff was quite heavy. Amanda mentioned the "fourth meal" concept. Since I didn't know where any Taco Bells are, we decided to go to a bar with good fried food. I persuaded Amanda to go look at my car first and determine exactly how many inches of snow were surrounding it. When we find: first ride, who did not come to the airport instead spent that time cleaning off and warming up my car. Made my night. Totally made up for the whole ride confusion. Amanda and I had a beer and fried food at the bar and then I went home and went to bed.

This morning: I bought cabinets and counter tops for my kitchen. Wow are they expensive. This is quite a commitment. Then I went and worked all day.

After work: I decided I should look at recipes and cook more food ahead of time. That's what the freezers for after all. So I went through some magazines and then called home. Then I headed over to the gym, where someone had been triple parked. (That's sad.) I walked for like half an hour because at that point it's really just going to get the discount from my health insurance (one visit left) and then went over to the Wedge. It was too late for Seward. When I got back I made Wheat Berry Black Bean Chili with tomato sauce instead of identifiable tomatoes. Right now it's cooling off before I can put it in containers and store it.

What I still need to do: I'd like to post some of my holiday pictures and do laundry. I am so excited for the weekend. There are just no words.


And to all a good night (with Venezuelan rum)

Merry Christmas. This year was fun. We woke up and cooked (well, I helped a little, after I went back to sleep) and then my uncle and cousin came over. Jimmy left and I taught my parents and uncle how to play Euchre. Mom was really good at it and Dad was ok. Uncle Jerry was clearly not used to playing cards.

After Uncle Jerry left, we finally opened our presents. I got a really nice shirt that's totally comfy but I'm not sure when I'll ever wear it (and I'm feeling guilty about that). It's a really warm shirt and it's too icy to run outside right now. What other strenuous work can I do outside? Anyone need me to chop a tree down?

I got some other nice things including sheets for my bed. They match the color of my walls. They're really nice sheets. I can't wait to decorate my bedroom. I got the obligatory clothing as well (read: bras and socks) and some gift certificates.

At the family party I also got what is known as "Grandpa's napping blanket" which Gramma would cover him with when he took a nap. I found out that my mom made that for him. It must be a blessed blanket because nothing else would have made all of my things fit in my bag.

I actually had so much stuff that I had to pack my bag tonight to make sure everything would fit. A practice run so to speak. There are socks stuck in every single space in that bag including inside the shoes and in the little gaps in the corners. It's a good thing I've traveled enough to know the technique.

I don't have any real plans tomorrow to occupy my mind so it keeps racing ahead to Thursday when I have to be in New Hope at 8am to talk about cabinets and counter tops. And then I have to work a full day. I wonder exactly how tired I'll be at 5pm.


Yes, my arm is sore today

Last night, after the cleaning fiasco I went over to see Jenny. We would up playing the Wii for an insanely long period of time. We did all the games on Wii Play and Wii Sports. It was there that Jenny discovered I have a gift for Tennis. And so she encouraged me to play the machine. It was really fun. But my arm is sore. I still think it would be fun to own a Wii. It's not too late for a Christmas present...

Today I was ultimately scolded for some of the things I threw out yesterday. And (after a discussion with a very supportive friend) I decided that it's really their problem, and it's really sad. I think part of it is my dad's problem too. Because he adds to the mess. Mom's hoarding enables his hoarding. Do you really need a neighborhood newsletter from the beginning of the year?

I was telling supportive-friend during our chat that I got my parents a really nice cookbook, but they're cookbooks are already overflowing the space allotted. It's a nice gift but I feel bad about giving it to them because it's just adding to the clutter.

I decided in a somewhat stressed and irrational moment that in the future, I'm not getting them any material gifts. It's all going to be gift certificates to restaurants. Not even stores because they will buy things that add to the clutter. Not even nice boxes and drawers to manage the clutter because that just gives the clutter permission to spread beyond the boxes and clutter it's already filling. We'll see how long that lasts. I figure if I can't get to a Cincinnati restaurant there's always the One Laptop Per Child project which I can definitely get behind.

After I was scolded I helped make appetizers (you know I couldn't spell the French word that means the same thing) and part of supper. We had goat cheese and pears on crackers (thank you Amanda, they were great) and then I made collards with turkey bacon and vinegar. That was a bowl full of yum.

My aunt and uncle came (the same one who was singing on Saturday) and Mark came with his girlfriend. We like the girlfriend so far. She's really friendly. As my cousin John (Mark's brother) put it, "she's her own person and you can have a conversation with her, not like one of those plastic bimbos that are his usual flavor of the week". I concur. (You know, I just realized that I was going to share a link with the family to this blog so they could see the video of Aunt Barb singing, but maybe I shouldn't refer them to this blog.)

After dinner we watched Miss Potter which has Renee Zellweger in it. It's a really good movie. It's a mildly girl power type of movie. Really it's fun because you get to see how some of her stories were written. I could easily identify Peter Rabbit, Mrs Tiggy-Winkle and the duck. And the toad. And the mice. It was fun.

And then I was reminded we have to get up early tomorrow. Presents. Yea.


No alcohol was involved in the making of this video, I swear

Yesterday was the Christmas part, or as I like to call it, the steal-a-thon. Heh heh. Everyone brings a gift, and then we all draw numbers to decide the order we choose and open gifts. So if a present has already been opened, I can steal it from someone. As I did twice yesterday.

I was going to show you a video of Aunt Barb's newest Christmas Carol. However, I have dial-up and I don't have the patience to upload 40Mbs of video at this time.

There were some booby gifts too. My cousin got a "universal remote control" with buttons so big the remote winds up being the size of a cookie platter. My uncle got that gift and he's about the only person more technologically challenged than my dad. Hee hee.

It was a good time to see the aunties. I got a private design consultation with my aunt who used to be an interior designer. Among the tips I got were:
  • Counter tops: Much to my surprise, black has been approved, especially in a speckled look to mimic marble. I was also strongly encouraged to get the "bull nose" or the little part of the counter top that rounds up at the edge to prevent spills from spilling over the edge of the counter.

  • Back splash: A cream tile with not-white grout, sandstone was a suggestion. I was also strongly encouraged to do a design over the sink because there's no window there. Something simple like a diamond outlined in small black tiles. And the tiles should be laid at a 45 degree angle so they look like diamonds instead of squares.

  • Colors: The permanent colors (like the tile and the counters) will be black and white. I can add my own colors with things like towels, dishes, potholders, etc. Red accents have been pre-approved. (Duh!)

  • Flooring: Also wood, not exactly the same shade as my cabinets but close. I'm still thinking about the bamboo flooring. I could get the tiles at the same place. Also, I have to pick my flooring ahead of the cabinent install because if new flooring is going on over the old, they have to make sure the allow for that in installing the cabinets and the height they install the dishwasher.

  • Wall Color: I have again been encouraged to go "neutral" on the walls with like a cream or similar. For more, there has to be some color. I've also been encouraged to paint my woodwork a white satin finish to make the rest of color "pop". I think Aunt Bobbie is seriously underestimating the amount of woodwork I have in my house.

Today was a day of generally hanging out and cleaning. I now understand the extent to which my mom is overwhelmed by crap, or really by her inability to throw things away. Maybe I don't understand the total extent, but I have a much better picture. How sad.


Adventures in flying

Today was an... eventful day.

Here's the time line:
5am - Accidentally wake up. Don't ask me how. Go back to sleep.
7:15am - Really wake up this time.
8:30am - Get to work. Have treats and coffee and act generally tired from waking up once at 5am.
11:40 - Leave work to get meet a friend for lunch.
12:15 - Call friend. He was late. I did get to see Alyssa while I was waiting though. I ate at the Longfellow Grill.
1:30 - Get back to office. Experience... intestinal distress. At least I won't gain too much weight from that meal. Get a series of troubling phone calls about one of my clients. Feel totally inept because I can't do what everyone wants me to do.
2:30 - In the middle of dealing with above crisis get the first (of what turned out to be many) phone calls from Northwest regarding my flight status. Flight delay: 49 minutes.
3:10 - Leave work. Go home. Try not to stress. Try to make decision about when to leave for airport. Find I am unable to make such a decision and instead watch television.
4:30 - Next call from Northwest. Flight delay: 1 hour, 50 minutes. Call my Dad who asks if I just want to call when I get in. (No, I don't want to fly in at midnight and wait another half hour for you to come get me. Parking is $2.00. Suck it up.) Call my ride to the airport. Instruct her not to hurry. Make dinner plans with non-hurrying ride to airport. I've got time.
5:00 - Next call from Northwest. Flight delay: Zero. What the heck? I thought I had two additional hours. And now I have to instantly leave for the airport. And not have dinner. And instantly prepare to leave including garbage and dishwasher and other general items.
5:30 - Meet the now hurrying friend, arrive at airport. Wait in what has to be the longest security line I've ever seen in the airport. Go through screening. Am putting shoes on when...
6:00 - Next call from Northwest. Flight delay: bite me.
The flight time was changed twice after that but at a certain point they just stop calling.

Here's how that lined up:
Scheduled departure: 7:00pm
Actual departure: 8:50pm
Reason for delay: no flight crew to operate the plane.
Number of schedule changes (calculated by the number of email reminders I received): 5
Customer satisfaction based on flight attendants performance: Wow, she was really funny.

On the airplane we had the longest taxi ever. It was then that I learned that my voice carries sometimes more than I expect. Because I made the comment (under my breath I thought) "what, are we driving to Cincinnati?" And then other people started to laugh and repeat my comment. Because we really were taxiing for longer than is normal. Like 20 minutes. Not sitting there, driving around the outskirts of the airport.

When the pilot tried to welcome us to Cincinnati he had a little Fahrenheit Celsius trouble and our flight attendant had a little time zone issue. The time zones is where the wheels fell of the wagon for her because then she kept getting tongue tied and then had trouble reading all the things she was legally supposed to be reading because the lights were off to allow all of us to sleep. It was pretty late by then. The flight attendant was the most hilarious thing ever. Again, I was the first one to laugh but pretty much everyone joined me. Hee hee. I hope I have her again.


It's begining to look a lot like Christmas

It's beginning to feel like the holidays despite the fact that I found out I have to work on New Year's Eve. My bags are packed. Plans for parking the car are completed, and my ticket is printed. Also, the lights on my Christmas Tree are on. Yea.

In the spirit of Christmas, I'd like to tell you about my new favorite song Driftwood. (Opens and mp3 with sound. Song is safe for work though.) It's by a band (?) called Travis. When I'm not listening to that song, I'm listening to Christmas carols and loving it.

Yesterday I had a rough day at work which led to my needing a Mocha Latte around 4pm. Hence, when I arrived at Doolittles at 7:30 I was very much in the mood for something salty. And a bacon cheeseburger seemed to fit the bill nicely. And beer. Yum. I went out with some people from grad school. I love seeing them because they're fun to hang out with but also because it's a nice reminder that I'm not the only one who's still new and learning how to handle the job. And the food is great. I get a bonus for not getting sick from the beef yet.

Today I had a nice day at work. Then I went over to Amanda's and she chauffeured me to the Mall of America. We went watch shopping which was ultimately successful. Then we went appliance shopping which was more involved than either of us were expecting. It was quite helpful though. I learned I need to adjust my budget to allow for more spending on the dishwasher (which I use all the time) and less spending on the microhood combo. Amanda earned all the friend points tonight for her patience. I rewarded her with a crepe which was equally as yum as the bacon cheeseburger from the night before.

At the end of the night we stopped in Walgreens which sells "personal massagers" just, you know, out on the shelf. Where kids can reach them. Or read the package. I'm surprised no one has complained yet.


Monday Monday

I actually had a pretty nice Monday. And I'm feeling like I could wake up and go to the gym tomorrow, something I haven't done since before Thanksgiving. I really should though so I get in all my visits.

Today was actually unremarkable in most ways. I had two bowls of tomato soup, one for dinner and one for lunch. At dinner I added popcorn to the soup. That was pretty good. And now I'm sitting her being bored because of the writers strike. Thank goodness David Letterman is going to negotiate with his writers so there will be at least one new thing on television.

Since I can't entertain you with my comments about all the great television shows I'm not watching, here's some great stuff I found on the web.
The Top Ten Tips for New Bloggers makes some nice points (see point number one), although he fails to make it clear what the spot where I post my original thoughts is called, if not a blog (see point number two) so I prefer to think of this as a hybrid. Love point number five as well. I try to do that as often as possible.

Too many videos about quicksilver to be a good thing. I haven't really taken the time I need to learn quicksilver, although I keep meaning to. Maybe that's one of the things I'll do while my kitchen is being remodeled so I have to live in my bedroom (since the kitchen will be a pit and the living room will house several large appliances as well as all of my dishes, food, and other things that go in the kitchen) or at Amanda's house. I'm considering a time share. (I'm lucky to have Amanda who is willing to let me live with her while she's in school and working two jobs. You rock.)

A balcony over hell. Safe for work. Really the picture is much safer than what I named the link.

Is it wrong that this link made me think of Kelly. And then I thought how this site probably wouldn't be on her top ten list, or maybe even her good list. In fact, it might get black balled. (It is however, safe for work so check it out.)

And, this is how I'll be spending my time for a little while. Nobody tell me the answer. I want to figure it out on my own. I used to love these logic problems. (And then I had to study for the LSAT and they weren't so fun anymore.) But I'm done with school now and so can enjoy them once again.


Time for your best vegan recipes

A few weeks ago my mom went to an talk on the World Peace Diet which is basically vegan. That's all I know. But they guilted her about eating animals because the animals don't like being on a farm, don't like being milked... You get the idea. Which, if we stop eating cows, it's not like we're going to set them all free, they'll basically go extinct. Anyways, Mom didn't eat a lot of meat before this, but she's getting closer to the whole vegan thing.

At this point I'd like to point out it was me that first because a vegetarian. I was greeted with much protest in my house. And more than a few scoffs of "that'll last a week". Now, fifteen years later, I've managed to convert them.

So we always cook a Christmas Eve dinner for my aunt and uncle, and a Christmas brunch for the other side of the family. And now Mom wants it to be mildly vegan. No meat at least. And she's slightly nervous about cooking the dinner partly because she's studying for her PhD exam, but mostly because my aunt is like the pickiest eater ever, only disguised as someone who's not picky which is even harder. Basically any unusual ingredients, or mushrooms, are not acceptable. It's like Kelly trying to cook for her brother in law, Jenny trying to cook for Doug... fill in your person. We all know one like this.

I was looking through magazines and on the internet and found a few things. The real danger in vegetarian cooking is that people don't feel hungry again five minutes after eating because there has to be the right amount of protein in the meal. And, if you get your protein from plants, you need one third more than if you eat animal protein because of how our bodies break down food. Fascinating.

Today I went to Ikea and got more of those little black and tan boxes. Not that Black and Tan. These black and tan boxes. Ikea also had some other boxes in red but I couldn't decide how that would look. I mean it's red so it couldn't be that bad but I already had this whole theme going on, it didn't seem like I could just interject this new color. Although I did carry around those red boxes for a while thinking about them. I also got cute little jars for herbs and spices which I need because I buy those things in bulk and had a ridiculous stash of plastic bags in my pantry. I can see it now, "no, I swear, it's really oregano in that baggy. Honest." Not a conversation I ever want to have with anyone (especially your mom) so I'm happy with this solution. I also got a pair of green rubber dish gloves. Why? Heh heh.

And then I went to Target where I spent way too much money. In preparation for the Melcher Steal-a-thon, I got the fixins for my gift. I already had a nike shirt that gloriously reads (in gold glitter) "I feel pretty". After a shopping trip with Amanda, I found cute fuzzy mary jane slippers at Target (which you can't see on the internet at Target or Amazon, sorry, I just checked) so I bought those and an iTunes gift card. I'm going with a theme about being a pretty woman and relaxing and feeling comfy once all the houseworks is done. It's going to be cute. I hope a guy doesn't pick it out. I think I'll find wrapping paper with as much pink and purple as possible so it's clearly marked.


Bloggin while drunk = A good thing Always

Kelly and I went shopping today and she thought it would be a good time to get me drunk. Probably owing from her experience of being able to drink for the two years when she didn't own a car and benefited from friends picking her up to go out to eat. First, I'd like to thank Firefox for underlining my (many) typos in the last two sentences so I can correct them before I post. Needless to say, I had a great time.

When I got in the car this morning, Kelly asked how I was and I explained that I was partially loosing my mind. Did I mention My ISP blows? I spent considerable time last night trying to get a shell (SSH) session started. I am now much more competent in the Mac OS terminal than I was before. Nonetheless, I still couldn't really git my bittorrent client and the proxy server to agree or communicate. Sad. I might need to also do something to my router. This is where I can get a little ahead of my knowledge and really screw something up by checking the wrong box.

Part of the problem I was having last night was in getting the computer to allow me to open the right port. So I thought, "I'll try this on Windows, where I can use a program with a GUI" and I got out my old computer this morning and set it back up. It felt really old to me. I installed PuTTY and Utorrernt and at least didn't get any errors when I opened my shell session. And then I went on my way downloading [legal] shows and the like.

And Kelly and I went shopping. Where I got fleece pants and a fleece top for myself, and work out pants for my mom. And a present for Amanda. I guess it sstill comes in multiple boxes. I enjoyed a sale at Bath and Body as well. And I bought a scarf at Old Navy. It was a big day for fleece all and all. I wonder how people got along before fleece was around. Hmm. Mystery.

And then we went to eat lunch at 3:30pm. After shopping all day. On coffee and an energy bar. And not getting hypoglycemic. And the girl put the drink menu right in front of me. After the first margarita, the second one really seemed like a good idea. I was quite worried about being able to walk out of the restaurant. Now I'm home safely enjoying myself and trying (still) to figure out why this thing downloaded in .rar instead of a quick time file. And how to teach my Mac to extract it.

I still feel crazy. At least now it's a good crazy.


My ISP Blows

Can I say that? It's not really liable if it's true is it? I've spent some time tonight learning about BitTorrent and then learning how Comcast is throttling bittorrent traffic. Did I mention that "Sandvine" program is less than legal. (Having nothing in common with most bittorent traffic of course.)

While surfing the web today, I took the Rigth Brain Left Brain Creativity Test and learned that logical, concrete is not my strength. Duh. Now you see why I talk to people about their feelings all day. I deal in the abstract world. And I love it.

Also, for those of us who aren't married or in a committed relationship (that's different than being committed), advice on who to marry from eight-year olds. I always go to children for support in making all of my decisions for which they have no life experience. I suggest you do too.


Of course I've found fun stuff

Of course I've found tons of fun stuff on the internet since last I've written.

Time Magazine has released its 50 Top 10 Lists of 2007. I'd like to direct your attention to the lists for Shirt-worthy slogans (which are technically a fashion don't, and how far from the pack have you gone if I'm the one pointing out the fashion mistake?) and the Most popular stories of the year.

Anatomy of credit card numbers is a great little piece if you're curious about the different numbers on your card and how they're picked. Apparently it's not random, and it's not like an odometer. Fascinating.

There was a web page with great bathroom signs, but this one which is safe for work made me laugh the most. Ha ha. This has to be in the guys room. No girl would stand for this.

The five computer uses IT people meet in hell. I was looking for myself in there. I think I'm in between the 20-something whiz kid and the "know it all". I'm more like the ideal user in that I recognize when I'm in over my head, or when I'm likely to get in over my head.

Good news for all of us: Adult brain cells continue to grow. Sweet.

Lifehacker is listing its ten most improved applications of 2007. I still haven't made peace with Joost but I'll work on it.

And finally, my favorite show is conducting it's Search for the messiest home in America for the second year. Some of the videos are ok. But some have great entertainment value. I'd like to direct your attention to the "Franz Home" for sure. Hee hee.

I'll leave you with an update on Pop and Drop. I have successfully conquered all levels available to me without paying. I can't do it regularly, but I have done it more than once. I'm now able to get to level 8 or 9 fairly consistently. Before Thanksgiving I could barely make it to level 6.

Sometimes, it's just too much work to write

So, I've been away from the blog lately. I think my level of energy is directly correlated to the amount of sunlight I am exposed to. My current level of energy is similar to the heat given off from an ice cube. It's been that way for quite some time. Maybe I should start taking those multivitamins again.

What have I been up to lately?

Friday Night: I went out with Other-Liz to the Highland Grill and then we saw Enchanted which was quite good. At one point I couldn't decide how I wanted the story to end. Plus McDreamy. Yum.

Saturday: Amanda tried to wake me up at the crack of dawn. You know that didn't work. I went over to her house and helped her hang eighteen of those little $2.00 Ikea mirrors in a 6x3 grid. Have I ever mentioned the OCD? In this particular situation, it was Amanda and not me who had the OCD. I was fine. And I get a fiendish delight thinking about going over to her house and knocking the mirrors off center. After (or maybe it was before?) the mirrors we had lunch and bought alcohol for the party later that night. Once we had the nails in the wall for the mirrors, we broke out some of the alcohol. I had fun thinking about hanging those mirrors drunk. They certainly would have been in a straight line then.

To my credit, I stayed at the party the whole time. Even though Kelly and I sat in a corner and ignored people for a while. Introvert. It was nice to see Kelly and a few of the other people at Amanda's party. And drink. And eat cheese cake. Yum. Although, by the end of the night, I was beat.

Sunday: I have no memory of Sunday. I swear I did something though. Is that what happens to memory when we get old?

Monday: I did make it to the gym on Monday.
Tuesday: Work nearly killed me on Tuesday.
Wednesday: As a result of too much work yesterday, and last week, I came in late to work today. Very nice. And I left early because we had a staff party. Where I won a party game to see who knew how to say "hello" in the most languages. The word was written down in 20 different languages and I got 13 including Japanese, Czech (lucky guess), Portuguese and Swahili. Go me.

I also got to talk to both Kelly (congratulations on completing your exams) and Amanda tonight. Amanda was having a slightly rough night owing to an incident with black ice earlier in the day. I could empathize due to an odd experience I had at the gym. I ran into a kid I knew from the Science Museum under strange circumstances. It was good to see the kid even though I didn't get to talk with her long. And I went shopping on Amazon. I'm beginning to see the value of that site.


Warning: You are being used

I'm using my blog to avoid cleaning. I've needed to clean since (the beginning of time?) at least the weekend when I kept having to go to work. So I'm going to clean before bed tonight. I keep making head way and then loosing ground again.

Last night instead of cleaning I talked to Kelly. Who was going to the gym. Which made me think I should do that sooner or later too. I've only gone once this week and walked. And listened to Car Talk which is not a bad way to spend an hour. Tuesday night I was stuck in my car, and it took me an entire episode of Car Talk to get home. That was not fun.

Also yesterday I went to the doctors office where I learned they no longer give antibiotics for sinus infections. I am now reduced to hacking up technicolor goo until my body heals itself. At least today was better than yesterday. And I like that the doctor is actually continuing to read the research. Good for him.

Today there was some mild panic in the morning because of more snow. (St. Paul thought it was serious enough to declare a snow emergency. I wish Minneapolis would do that because our roads badly need to be plowed. Some of them.) I did wind up doing some traveling but only after the snow had stopped. I wound up working a long day too.

After I got home I was thinking about going to the gym (but not convinced I would actually go) when Amanda called me. We made plans that gave me the extra little push to get my butt to the gym. I did the rowing machine and the stair master which made me all sweaty for my later activities. Then I went and had dinner with Amanda at Saigon. Sadly that restaurant has to move. But they don't know their new address? This does not sound good.

Then Amanda and I went to Target and she kindly showed me some of the things she'd like for Christmas. Which I may or may not have by Saturday. I thought of another gift, but I need a second opinion. It's one of those "this could be really good or really bad" kind of things. And it has a bunch of boxes. Many. Tons. Hee hee.

Also, I found some great stuff on the web the past few days:
  • I've talked about working with a lot of people who are Jewish. And it's been my privilege to learn about diet and how to keep kosher. But even before this experience, there were some things I knew about kosher laws. Which makes me wonder, "what were they thinking?"

  • A plethora of Weird Shoes. Let it be known I almost made a joke about shoe sizes here, but heard the voices of reason which oddly sounded just like Amanda and so am choosing not to do that.

  • There are two great quotes on Overheard in Minneapolis today. This is almost my worst nightmare. And if I didn't know the address was no where near her, I could imagine Kelly saying this. Yum. (And then I thought about the comment and other comments I have made to Kelly, and this just made me think of you because the girl likes guacamole and not anything else.)

  • One of the best typos that closed caption has ever given us. Mildly unsafe for work. But hilarious. I linked to the digg page and not the real thing. The comments are funny too.

  • And finally, in an act of stupidity, and just to show their total lack of technical savvy, the House voted on ways to make WiFi "safer" by putting ridiculous mandates on people who operate public WiFi. Without committee votes. Or hearings. Now most of the time, I'm all for keeping stuff away from the hands of a committee, but at some point, a hearing with some expert testimony would have highlighted some of the inherent problems with this plan. I'm just saying, if you're going to legislate WiFi and internet hot spots, could ya try one first?


I can hear my neighbor upstairs making strange movements and it sounds like doing something to pipes or moving heavy metal things.  I am scared that he will fall through the floor at any minute.


Lizard's Tuesday questions:

How long can it take to drive home? After all, it's only like two inches of snow. Ha. More like five. Answer: It took me one entire episode of car talk to drive home. Thank god they're funny.

How many loads of laundry do I need to do? Two apparently.

How long do you have to wait for the professor before you leave class? This question was actually posed to me. Answer: When the professor is bringing an exam, there is no time limit. You must stay. As a side note, it is fair to call Jimmy John's and ask them to deliver dinner to your class as a signal to your professor that you are annoyed with his tardiness.

What are all the entertaining places you can have Jimmy John's delivered? I have no idea. I know they'll deliver to the tire shop. Once I have a dude, this could turn into a whole other question. How fun would that be?

What time should I cook dinner? Tonight it was 9:30. I had spaghetti with pesto sauce and a pomegranate. It was a ripe juicy pomegranate too. Yum.

What's on TV? Nothing. Related question: Explain this whole "writers strike"? All I know is nothing good is on TV right now. Even the Style Network is showing stupid shows about rich people who have lavish weddings with bad taste. Sorry, I'm better now. I tried watching "The Winter Guest" which I have from Netflix. I think I'm just going to have to send it back because I can't get into it at all.

When is the best time to plow the parking lot? Apparently the same day there's 2-5 more inches of snow forecasted. That was stupid too. They could've just plowed tomorrow, only paying the company to come out once.

Why is the 10:30pm episode of "Friends" not the "to be continued" answer from the 10:00pm episode of "Friends"? That is stupid. They have Ross running off to the airport to stop Rachel's plane before she goes to Paris and then... a Christmas episode?

Mostly for Amanda, do you think this will ever happen to you?


I thought I'd go to work on time today...

I thought I'd be good and go to work on time today. My body was having none of that. My body, also having none of doing the laundry or eating healthy. Woops.

I had a nice time at dinner last night with a guy who is just a friend. Despite my cousin telling me I either need a guy or a dog so I'm not alone all the time. I like living alone. I can do what I want, whenever I want. I can make a mess, and I cook what I want. I can eat what I want and no one can watch me and make me feel guilty. And I don't want a dog. They're hairy, smelly, and they chew on things.

Other than that, I've had a great day. Owing to some biological discomfort, I chose to walk rather than run today. And I listened to Car Talk. Gosh, I wish that show was one more than once a week. Hee hee.

I've also had plenty of time to poke around the internet and find lots of great things.

  • After my last trip home, I was pretty convinced my mom is a closet hoarder. Ironically, all the hoarding actually goes into a closet in the house too. I almost sent her this article: How to Cure Packrat-itis but she's in denial about how bad the problem is. The parts of the house other people see really do look good. The attic and some of the back closets are just ridiculous. But Mom's so out-of-control clean when it comes to messes and dirt and germs that everything is really organized, so it doesn't look like a clutterer lives there. By the end of my visit, I could really see how holding on to stuff slows her down and impacts all kinds of relationships (like hers and mine).

  • For my two college-student friends: How to BS and Succeed on Papers. Basically, it's ok to not know more than you know. But don't cheat. Ever.

  • A very clever picture. Safe for work.

  • Top Ten Uses of Duct Tape. Hee hee.

  • Do you hobbies make you psychic?

  • Even more reasons for me to never get a dog. A 12-inch knife? As safe for work as a story about dogs can be.

  • Top 8 Roads in the world I am least likely to travel on. 'Nuff said.

  • I've become slightly addicted to a game called Pop and Drop. I've made it to level 10. Today. That's after like two weeks of playing this stupid game. (Has sound but as games go, this one is as safe for work as solitaire.)
Also, Amanda, if you're reading this: Go to bed, it's late.


Finally set free

It's Sunday. I've literally worked every day this week. Today I had to go to an event and help set up and welcome people and make sure everyone was having a good time. Only I didn't know anyone, certainly not any of the guests. And I didn't know the program. And I didn't know the building. Did I mention the event was for adults with developmental disabilities? So not talking with anyone it can look especially rude. Did I mention it was for a holiday I know nothing about? Did I mention I was supposed to schmooze. Yeah, that's right. I was in the seventh layer of hell. Maybe not the seventh, just the first or second, but still. I think several people reading this can empathize with my discomfort.

I didn't want to go to the event because I didn't want to drive? Lizzie, why not? Because Minneapolis, for reasons passing all human understanding, waited until today to declare a snow emergency so plowing doesn't start until tonight, even though all of the snow fell yesterday. Once I got off the side streets I was fine. The freeways, excepting one wild entrance ramp were fine as well.


I'm looking on Amazon right now.  What are egg cups used for?

Please help.

It's freezing

I'm in Minnesota. When people ask how I am, I simply chatter my teeth and make a "brrrrrr" noise. In the midst of making said brrrr noises tonight, I left work early (with authorization to do so) and went to the gym. Where I ran a 5k. After not running for two months. Seriously. There are no other words.

While you're contemplating how apparently good physical condition the rest of the gym can sustain, consider these sites as well:


Ground turkey is my new favorite ingredient. Yum.

I just cooked Apple Turkey Picadillo and it is great. I used cucumbers instead of tomatoes for those of you afflicted with issues similar to my own. Because of the way I could be ground turkey, I made a double recipe. I'm glad I did too.

I have all these pages bookmarked to share with you because I haven't done it in so long.

How is a Ginkgo Tree Like a Discarded Computer? While that may be the point of this article, the gem comes when they describe the ginkgo fruit. It's just art.

You're Not Attractive, a great article about how ugly people mate. No, seriously, it's a statistical look at who dates who and why. It's quite fascinating and totally safe for work.

You Call That Healthy? A great look at food that should be healthy but aren't. Is there really anyone who does like the fruit on the bottom yogurt. Bleh.

The essence of human nature a great comic. I so feel these people's pain. And I could totally juggle a machete any time.

Kelly, I have "I'll Fly Away" by Jars of Clay stuck in my head. I blame you since you gave me access to this music to begin with. But it's a really good song.

Also for Kelly, The Germiest Places in America or, the grossest places in your house. Bonus points to anyone who can tell my what #7 and #9 are because they appear to be missing from the slide show.

America's Most Obese Cities. They're all south of the mason dixon line. Well, almost all of them. I'm just saying. Baltimore has got to be pretty close there. Detroit I have no explanation. Cincinnati I can say from experience is culturally south of the IHOP - Waffle House line.

Organizing Tips from the Obsessive Compulsive Person in Your Life.

Organizing Tips from the Obsessive Compulsive Person in Your Life.

Organizing Tips from the Obsessive Compulsive Person in Your Life. Number 3 is really important, but don't get too attached to routines either. That way if they get screwed up it's not a major crisis.

A related item how to know if your driver has OCD. I can related to the "parking the car in the lines thing". The vents only need to be even if they're not in use, I'm the passenger, and I'm bored. Otherwise I can deal. I cannot relate to the other stuff. But I was afraid to step on cracks as a kid in deference to my mother's vertebrae.

It's almost 11:00 and I still haven't finished with the turkey. But it's so good. Mmmm. I can't wait for lunch tomorrow just to eat this again.

Greetings from the lost blog

It occurs to me that I have neglected my blog for a while. I missed you all. And now I have great stories to tell. Well, now I'm back. What have I been up to? Well...

Exercising at the Y: This has become a whole new thing since the weather got colder. The Y is packed in the evening which pretty much forces me to go in the morning. Except today I went at night for reasons I'll get to later.

Christmas Shopping: I've done some of this in person (a blouse that Mom picked out and I bought for her) and am planning to do even more of it online for this, and this for my Dad, and I need to find cute jammies for my other parent. Kelly, I know you do a lot of shopping online. We're going for flannel pants, cute top with at least some buttons so it can be removed easily while curlers are present. Lemme know if you see anything I should consider. Some friends are shopped for, and one of them I have no idea at all what I'm getting despite numerous attempts at support from another friend. I already got Mom the bag I blogged about, and Dad I got Eating Well again. And I have to buy one gift for someone at work, have no idea on that one either. That one can only be $10. I also went to Breadsmith to get a Thank You gift certificate for the lady who took me to the airport and watched my car while I was gone. Why this place? It's kosher. I bet you didn't know that. Points to anyone besides Amanda (who worked at Sholom Home) who knows what Kosher is. It's also parve. Double bonus points if you know what parve is.

Traveling: I have spent some quality time in airplanes and airports this week. Luckily travel was quite smooth. Other than the landing in Cincinnati which was literally not smooth. I kept looking out the plane window and I couldn't see lights or roads or anything. And then I could and I realized we were really low, and then it all went away again and was dark. There's not that much farm land before the airport that there shouldn't be any lights. It was fog. At night. And you've got to ask yourself, "if I can't see the ground and we're this close to it, can the pilot really see the runway?" I know from a previous experience (where we tried to land and the pilot pulled up at the last second because he couldn't find the runway) that they use lasers in these situations. So I sat calmly in my seat and figured surely they won't even try it without the lasers when it's this bad. And they didn't. But I was happy to be on the ground.

Time at the aunt's and cousin's houses in Indiana was great. The barn which had been an active horse barn is now converted to a tractor museum and what had been the loft is now a bar and movie theater. With blu-ray discs, the seats shake. I kid you not. Eric, does this change how you feel about the great blu-ray / HD / whatever the formats are debate? Your butt could be shaking right along with the bass in the movie. I had a great time with my aunts and my Mom. And another cousin brought his four (3 step and 1 biological) kids over. They all call him "Dad" so I consider them his kids. They're a fun bunch too.

In Cincinnati I saw Jenny and Doug, the newly engaged couple for whom I was trying on a wedding dress a while ago, and another friend Tony. Tony is the one I thought of the moment I heard the Star Wars exhibit is coming to St. Paul. A brief story about Tony: I had a serious crush on him forever and I was slightly madder than hell when he married another girl who I knew. I was never really a fan of that relationship for what I think are still good reasons. So Jenny and Doug and Tony and I went out while I was home. It sounds like Tony's relationship with wife is not going so well. I feel slightly vindicated. Is that wrong?

Having a sinus/ear/something-is-not-right problem while traveling. On a plane. Yes, that's right. Something is wrong with my body involving congestion and pressure in my ears and sinuses. And I got to fly home that way. I had many drugs in me. And then I slept with a humidifier with some amount of vinegar in it which I've read helps a sore throat and sinus issues. And I'm doing mildly better. I was so tired last night that I slept late today. Which is why I was at the Y tonight.

Have I mentioned the scale recalibration issue? I just checked, apparently not. After I fit into that smaller than expected size dress and so had unreasonably high self esteem I get to the Y and see a sign reading "We have recalibrated the scale. It is now displaying the correct weight. We apologize for any shock this may cause" and there was a five to seven pound difference. Not in the good way. Although it may be a blessing because it may be the only thing that actually makes me start running again. I've been thinking I've been missing it. It's time to get started again.

Dealing with wild things at work: I swear there is a full moon. I worked over nine hours today. That's all I'll say on this matter.


So I had this dream...

I had this dream, and I called Amanda to tell her about it, among other things. That's when she said, "I'm going to get Chinese food. Want to come over..." And that's why I'm sitting here writing an entry at 1:40 in the morning. Good thing I don't have to work tomorrow. I mostly hung out today. Other than trying on the dress I did hardly anything noteworthy.

Except, I've had these sites bookmarked for a while, so I should share them with you:


I think I need to eat...

But before I do... I don't know what possessed me to start drawing again. I'd been thinking about it every once in a while for a long time. But today, I actually picked up a pencil and started drawing again. I used to love to draw and then I went to an art school. It was never the same for me after that. Maybe that's why I like painting my rooms so much. I think that's the reason I like to take so many pictures. It's like a faster way to capture images than drawing. All the better for the ADD.

I drew the picture based on this photo.

By the way, this morning I had to go to the store to try on this dress. So the girl said "what size are you?" and I said, "I'm normally between x and y" which was a fairly big range. So she brings me the smallest size I had mentioned. To be clear, I have like two things this size, and that's normally sized clothes, not the ones in the bridal shops. And it freakin fit. Not a perfect fit, I think I'd go a size bigger just so I can be comfortable but seriously, getting into that size at a bridal shop is like getting into a size 6 in normal life. I think that's what finally inspired me to draw. The dress looked really nice by the way, the color and the style.


Digg is down so I'll find other ways to entertain myself.

First off, The Wednesday Mind Hump:
Name five things that are in your refrigerator and/or freezer right now.
1. Wheat berries
2. Green lentils
3. Veggie brother
4. Carrots
5. Red chard
Why yes, I am making soup. And yes, one of the people eating it is a vegetarian, hence the veggie broth.

And, in honor of yesterday, Ten on Tuesday
Ten Songs That Bring Back Memories (and why):
1. Gallows Pole by Led Zeppelin. It was one of my favorite songs to play when I lived in Africa. All the little kids in my family would come and dance to it.
2. Hallelujiah by Rufus Wainright. Similar reason. Also, "Hallelujah" is the same word in Chichewa so my family knew it and they liked the song too. That's really a cover of a Leonard Cohen song.
3. Anything from the Throwing Copper album. I had that album like way before Live was popular in Cincinnati. (They were probably already popular in every other part of the world, but things happen slowly where I'm from.) So I was always playing it when my friends were around.
4. Forever young by Rod Stewart was one I listened to a lot the first time I left the country.
5. Born to Fly. Reminds me of Kelly. And that church too, because we would sing it there. Ok, yeah, I'm free associating.
6. The Capitol Steps remind me of the time I did Presidential Classroom in high school. That was a good time.
7. A Night in Tunisia most commonly by Dizzy Gilespie reminds me of Jazz Band in high school.
8. The Star Wars and Mission Impossible themes remind me of the band I was in during high school Latex Penguin. How funny is it that their web page is still up? I was in it right in the beginning when we won the Battle of the Bands in Cincinnati. I'm one of the guitarist who got "kicked out" if you can find that on the web page. Really it was for the best. I had a great time being part of the band. There's also "Take it off him" and "Lucretia McEvil"... Man, this might be a whole different post.
9. The Electric Slide because it makes me think of Chris.

10. American Patrol because it reminds me of when I played the saxophone. It was my favorite piece for a while, and it was my audition song for when I went to that art high school. That didn't last long.


The sandman is calling me

The sandman is calling. No one knows why I'm not actually sleeping yet. It all started when I was cleaning. And then I didn't stop. But my condo is really clean. And then I realized I didn't have some mp3's of songs transfered to this computer. I know. Still. So then I got into that. Plus I had to pluck my eyebrows. That hadn't been done for a while. And I didn't have my contacts in. It was like a comedy of errors.

And while importing mp3s (from CDs people) to this computer, I was reminded of the Capitol Steps, and how much I enjoy their music. Hee hee.


All the stuff I've wanted to post lately but haven't gotten around to it

A situation eerily similar to this one that I commented on was just one of the sparks that led to the explosion I just blogged about. Maybe I'm still going to hell, just not as far down.

100 Ways to Save the Environment. How many do you do? And can you see the irony of item 29 and item 17 being on the same list? I know Amanda can because we've already had this discussion. Amanda, since you know that, please take note of item 67, and let me know what I can do to support you in that. My strength: item 96. Although that resulted from me cleaning out my pantry and discovering the true extent of my paper and plastic bag surplus.

Almost how I felt today although this is funnier.

Another fascinating article about how we think about death.

More proof that democrats eat their young. Yours too if they could. Instead, they'll just refuse to educate them.

What Goes Wrong the ADHD Brain. More good news for me. No, this actually is.

Airlines Call for a Fat Tax. As always I'm linking to the Digg page on this. The thing the diggers fail to mention is this is an Australian article and not directed at airlines in the US. I love the guy's story about paying extra for golf clubs when another passenger weighed more than all his luggage together. I think it brings up the point that the airlines could just have a weight limit. Get on the scale with the luggage. Anything over that weight limit is extra. Hee hee. Oh. I can just see it now. Give the two-year-old two 150lb suit cases. Hee hee. She'd still be under the weight limit. Ok, maybe that's not the best plan. Hee hee. I crack myself up sometimes.

While I was writing and earlier post, I typed the word "patheticness" which Firefox did not appreciate. So I googled it to see if I spelled it right or if I had added a word to the English language. That search came back inconclusive. But it did turn up the website iWorkWithFools.com. Oh dear.

Also, Kelly, your blog is red. I was really surprised when I opened your blog to see the color of my curtains. I thought, "I would blame that on Amanda if I thought she knew how to change Kelly's blog theme". I'll be rooting for you during the statewide conference this week. Hope it goes well.

And finally tonight, I got a few pictures printed. Some were to a cousin's kid because it's his birthday soon or something. I have to mail those tomorrow. And some were 8x10s for my own purposes. And the 8x10s turned out really good. I wish I was at the point in my decorating that I could hang things up in my room. I'm still waiting for the wall to be all torn out and put back together. I guess I could just practice.

Also, could I do something like this in the walls in my entry way? Mostly I'm thinking about the wall between my living room and hallway. The one that's not very big and the table is on the other side of it. Incidentally, that's the one that looks only slightly better than in these pictures.

Why I'm going to hell. Besides the usual reasons

I had an interesting exchange at work today. It pointed out all the reasons I'm going to hell. Can you have remorse without guilt?

I was asking my co-workers about the culture up here regarding Martin Luther King Day. In the discussion a native Minnesotan colleague mildly excused agencies and places of business up here that do not take the day off. And then asked me if I celebrated Black History Month. I did not even tried to hide the eye roll. I pointed out that one is a month, (not unlike Breast Cancer Awareness Month or National Family Caregiver Awareness Month) and that Martin Luther King Day is a federal holiday.

And the co-worker went off. Went off on me. Boom. And I just sat there and let her. And the more upset she got, the more I got into my own head. I was sitting there thinking about how to diffuse the situation without really feeling any emotions at all. Something that I learned in social work school is that only one person can be in affect, (means emotions) at one time, and everyone else goes into the cognitive (means thinking) state. It's really true.

The point the person was trying to make is that I treat her like she's stupid. And I got more and more into my own head (and here's the part where I'm really going to hell) listening to her cite examples of what she felt were inferior intelligence in herself. While she was going off on me. For making her feel stupid. And I was really able to see the ridiculousness and patheticness of a person sitting in front of me saying "here's all the reasons I could be stupid, don't make me feel stupid".

Still inside my own head. Showing no emotion at all. Saying, "I'm sorry I made you feel that way" and "I apologize" and she kept going and going. Giving more examples. And then she said "I'm older than you" as another reason she was smart. I still had no visible emotion but that is the one thing I remembered later. I remember someone saying once, "if you have to tell someone you're an adult, you're not". I take crap all the time because of my age in my job. And so do this person, I know she does. Apparently the age thing is pissing me off. I remember another friend saying that she was two years older (and therefore wiser) and I remember being younger but understanding why she was wrong. (It's not anyone reading this blog.)

So anyways, you know, I never really got too much into my own emotions about the whole thing. I apologized right away and didn't make any excuses. But I also didn't really consider too much about how I felt about the situation. Like, do I feel bad? It was a very intellectual exercise in social work to get out of that conversation. Also, some of the things she was saying were totally accurate. I'm impatient. Those are the usual reasons I'm going to hell. I still haven't felt bad about it. The other reasons I'm going to hell.

More than one person had said this colleague will teach me to mellow out. I haven't fully embraced the mellowing yet. Although I feel like I will approach a zen-like state when I can really be around this person and not caught up in my own shit. I need to re-learn self-hypnosis. So can you feel remorse without feeling guilty? Maybe I feel guilt and shame and just haven't admitted it yet. Although posting this on my blog might be a step in the right direction.


The wild web roundup

After my success at the gym this morning, I've spend too much time poking around the internet.

First, can someone tell me what Quicksilver does? I know it's requires a Mac and is very popular. What does it do? How would I use it? Would I enjoy it? By the way, I'm watching Clean House. A girl opens the dishwasher that's out in the yard sale and says, "can we get a bin because our dishes are still in the dishwasher?" I'm laughing so hard there are tears in my eyes.

Wednesday Mind Hump

Wednesday Mind Hump

Last album/CD/mp3 listened to: I just found SexyBack and started listening to it. Is that wrong? It's a great song to work out to.
Last book read: I'm in the long process of re-reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I haven't really restarted the reading habit after grad school. It could be too much computer time and just needing a break from that stuff. I'm not sure.
Last food eaten: Chipotle. Sorry Amanda. I know you were happy that I quit for a while. I just didn't want to pack a lunch. Maybe I need to re-institute the "no chain restaurants" rule at lunch just so that doesn't continue to happen.
Last beverage drunk: Diet Pepsi. I'm slightly scared that has it's own web site.
Last movie watched: Catch and Release. I wasn't a fan.
Last item bought: A Christmas gift for my.... uh... parent.

Incidentally, other people make "your mom" jokes too.

Welcome back old friend

I'd like to say "hello" and "welcome back" to my old friend, stairmaster. It's been a long time and I'm happy to see you again. Since you, dear stairmaster, have been relocated at the gym, I can now watch myself in the mirror as I work out. And you are one of the most deceptive machines in the gym because I feel like I'm moving about 1,000 miles per hour climbing away. And then I look in the mirror and it doesn't look like I'm going that fast. But I'm happy we had this reunion today. Perhaps we can make our visits more regular now that winter is coming and I'll be indoors more than before.

I'd also like to say hello to my friend Amanda who, as I understand it, had quite a rough day yesterday. Here are some pictures of cute dogs that I hope will make you smile.

(Bonus points if you can properly identify anyone in this picture.)


and the weekly web roundup

Remember "acting white" and then white people trying to "act black" or "act ghetto"? There's a new way to act now.

The amazing links between politics, steak and sushi. Although, now that I've told you they exist, you can probably figure out what the links are. Somehow in my mind, Texas, Republican and cow just go together. I am not ashamed.

Weird and wonderful foreign phrases. I almost navigated away from this story. And then I got to the one from Italy about "a beautiful mustachioed woman". I'm glad they have a phrase for a mustachioed woman who is pretty despite the hair on her face. And they just kept getting better after that, including "only good looking from a distance" and the "lonely old woman who devotes herself to cats" which I think should be a phrase in just about every language.

And from Randomness
1. what's your view on peanut butter?
do you like it or is it just plain gross?
Peanut butter = good. Especially the creamy kind. I almost just typed "dreamy". Dreamy is only good if it's also "hunky". Seriously, peanut butter and chocolate is one of the best combinations known to man.
2. aerobic exercising: good for you, or a tool of the devil?
Any reason it can't be both at the same time?
3. hanging out at the bookstore, is it nerdy or a fun time?
See my response to number 2
4. should your socks always match? should you wear socks at all?
I go barefoot as long as possible or sandals at work. I've tried to explain to my Minnesotan and Russian co-workers that some of my people are from Kentucky where shoes are completely optional. I've also tried to explain that all the genetic code from the Kentuckians, for some reason or other, is the heaviest and so all fell into my feet. Which, like their Kentuckian predecessors, stay bare and happy as long as possible.
5. is MySpace a great invention or just plain overrated?
I've never used it. Never used facebook either. Sorry. I'm happy with my little RSS feeds.

Well, what have I been up to lately?

Ok, so it's been a while since I've written to you and told you how I've been spending my time. I would like to first formally apologize for my absence. Now, I'll tell you how I've been doing.

I really have no idea what I did on Friday. I know there was work. I honestly can't remember doing anything else. I must have watched television and slept. Sorry, that was an un-exciting day.

Saturday or what I like to call the curtains the drill, part duex.
Saturday was also the day I had a most unfortunate migraine. And accidentally got high on Pledge (yes the furniture polish) while I was at Amanda's. The good news is all the curtains are properly hung and the drill is back home. I had a nice time hanging out with Amanda and was glad I could help.
Also on Saturday, remember when I used my super human strength to snap a bolt in half? I did the same thing again although this time the bolt was much smaller and the feat was less impressive.
After minor manual labor and a lovely lunch (you owe me $5.00) I came back to my plate to watch more tv. I watched Catch and Release. I don't recommend it. It's just a few too many people sleeping together for my taste. Plus the wrong guy ends up with the girl and that aggravates me as well.

Finally learned that my cousin had her baby so there are three little cousins born within two months of each other now. How exciting. Too bad they're all so far away.
Cleaned the house a little. Although I did that some on Friday too before Amanda failed to come over. (It's ok. I was pretty tired by then.)
Was massively confused by changing all the clocks that needed to be changed.
Luckily did go out to the store to get milk. I'd been without that since Thursday. It was Thursday that I also learned I cannot make smoothies without milk. Don't ask. It goes slightly beyond "no good comes of it" and moves into "that's just gross" territory.
Ate a whole pint of Haagen Daas. It's ok though, it was mocha chip. It's good for me. How many points is in the whole container of Haagen Daas?
Bought Mom this purse as a Christmas gift. That purse is quite a commitment because it's like the one color I wouldn't really want for myself if it doesn't work out for Mom.
Am still working on a cute pajama set Christmas gift. Can anyone explain how to add items to "gift lists" on Amazon. Again, I am massively confused. Surely there must be a few worthwhile greasemonkey scripts for Amazon. Can anyone recommend one? Yes, I did just let my geek show.

It's so windy there's actually a wind advisory, the time just changed so it's super dark at 5pm, and it's one of the coldest days of the fall so far. This was like the trifecta of "reasons people can't exercise outside" so the gym was packed tonight when I went. I rode the bike and did the rowing machine. I'm seriously considering running tomorrow. Although I haven't actually run in a little while. I have to remotely get back into running because that will be my exercise while I'm at home for Thanksgiving.
And Flight of the Navigator is on right now. Yay.


And now, the book meme

Also from Kelly, I will indicate which of these books I have read by making the titles bold for you. I have a feeling these two memes will result in some amount of scolding and then book and movie sharing. Holy crap, there's over 400 books on here.

I'm adding my three at the top because they are, after all, the most important.
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.
The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy. Love this book.
Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendack. Did you know this is going to be a movie? How exciting.

1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
4. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne
8. 1984, George Orwell
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
19. Captain Corellis Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
22. Harry Potter And The Sorcerers Stone, JK Rowling
23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
26. Tess Of The Durbervilles, Thomas Hardy
27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
30. Alices Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
38. Persuasion, Jane Austen
39. Dune, Frank Herbert
40. Emma, Jane Austen
41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
53. The Stand, Stephen King
54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens Best. Book. Ever.
64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
65. Mort, Terry Pratchett
66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
67. The Magus, John Fowles
68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
71. Perfume, Patrick Susskind
72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
75. Bridget Jones’ Diary, Helen Fielding
76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
78. Ulysses, James Joyce
79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
81. The Twits, Roald Dahl
82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
83. Holes, Louis Sachar
84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
89. Magician, Raymond E Feist
90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo
92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
95. Katherine, Anya Seton
96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
100. Midnights Children, Salman Rushdie
101. Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K. Jerome
102. Small Gods, Terry Pratchett
103. The Beach, Alex Garland
104. Dracula, Bram Stoker
105. Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz
106. The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens
107. Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz
108. The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks
109. The Day Of The Jackal, Frederick Forsyth
110. The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson
111. Jude The Obscure, Thomas Hardy
112. The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged 13 1/2, Sue Townsend
113. The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat
114. Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
115. The Mayor Of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy
116. The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson
117. Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson
118. The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
119. Shogun, James Clavell
120. The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham
121. Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson
122. Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray
123. The Forsyte Saga, John Galsworthy
124. House Of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
125. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
126. Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett
127. Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging, Louise Rennison
128. The Hound Of The Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle
129. Possession, A. S. Byatt
130. The Master And Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
131. The Handmaids Tale, Margaret Atwood
132. Danny The Champion Of The World, Roald Dahl
133. East Of Eden, John Steinbeck
134. Georges Marvellous Medicine, Roald Dahl
135. Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett
136. The Color Purple, Alice Walker
137. Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
138. The Thirty-Nine Steps, John Buchan
139. Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson
140. Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson
141. All Quiet On The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque
142. Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson
143. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
144. It, Stephen King
145. James And The Giant Peach, Roald Dahl
146. The Green Mile, Stephen King
147. Papillon, Henri Charriere
148. Men At Arms, Terry Pratchett
149. Master And Commander, Patrick OBrian
150. Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz
151. Soul Music, Terry Pratchett
152. Thief Of Time, Terry Pratchett
153. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett
154. Atonement, Ian McEwan
155. Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson
156. The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier
157. One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest, Ken Kesey
158. Heart Of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
159. Kim, Rudyard Kipling
160. Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon
161. Moby **** , Herman Melville
162. River God, Wilbur Smith
163. Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon
164. The Shipping News, Annie Proulx
165. The World According To Garp, John Irving
166. Lorna Doone, R. D. Blackmore
167. Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson
168. The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye
169. The Witches, Roald Dahl
170. Charlottes Web, E. B. White And this, is where, I predict, the trouble will begin. No, I haven't read this. Yes, I am a girl. I have no explanation.
171. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
172. They Used To Play On Grass, Terry Venables and Gordon Williams
173. The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway
174. The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco
175. Sophies World, Jostein Gaarder
176. Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson
177. Fantastic Mr. Fox, Roald Dahl
178. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
179. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach
180. The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
181. The Suitcase Kid, Jacqueline Wilson
182. Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens
183. The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay
184. Silas Marner, George Eliot
185. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis
186. The Diary Of A Nobody, George and Weedon Gross-mith
187. Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh
188. Goosebumps, R. L. Stine
189. Heidi, Johanna Spyri
190. Sons And Lovers, D. H. Lawrence
191. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
192. Man And Boy, Tony Parsons
193. The Truth, Terry Pratchett
194. The War Of The Worlds, H. G. Wells
195. The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans
196. A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry
197. Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
198. The Once And Future King, T. H. White
199. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle
200. Flowers In The Attic, Virginia Andrews
201. The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
202. The Eye of the World, Robert Jordan
203. The Great Hunt, Robert Jordan
204. The Dragon Reborn, Robert Jordan
205. Fires of Heaven, Robert Jordan
206. Lord of Chaos, Robert Jordan
207. Winters Heart, Robert Jordan
208. A Crown of Swords, Robert Jordan
209. Crossroads of Twilight, Robert Jordan
210. A Path of Daggers, Robert Jordan
211. As Nature Made Him, John Colapinto
212. Microserfs, Douglas Coupland
213. The Married Man, Edmund White
214. Winters Tale, Mark Helprin
215. The History of Sexuality, Michel Foucault
216. Cry to Heaven, Anne Rice
217. Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell - You know, I kept reading the title and thinking it was about Unicorns, which made for a much more interesting book.
218. Equus, Peter Shaffer
219. The Man Who Ate Everything, Jeffrey Steingarten
220. Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke
221. Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn
222. The Vampire Lestat, Anne Rice
223. Anthem, Ayn Rand
224. The Bridge To Terabithia, Katherine Paterson
225. Tartuffe, Moliere
226. The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
227. The Crucible, Arthur Miller
228. The Trial, Franz Kafka
229. Oedipus Rex, Sophocles
230. Oedipus at Colonus, Sophocles
231. Death Be Not Proud, John Gunther
232. A Dolls House, Henrik Ibsen
233. Hedda Gabler, Henrik Ibsen
234. Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton
235. A Raisin In The Sun, Lorraine Hansberry
236. ALIVE!, Piers Paul Read
237. Grapefruit, Yoko Ono
238. Trickster Makes This World, Lewis Hyde
239. The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley
240. Chronicles of Thomas Convenant, Unbeliever, Stephen Donaldson
241. Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny
242. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon
243. Summerland, Michael Chabon
244. A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole
245. Candide, Voltaire
246. The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More, Roald Dahl
247. Ringworld, Larry Niven
248. The King Must Die, Mary Renault
249. Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert Heinlein
250. A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline LEngle
251. The Eyre Affair, Jasper Fforde
252. The House Of The Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
253. The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne
254. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
255. The Great Gilly Hopkins, Katherine Paterson
256. Chocolate Fever, Robert Kimmel Smith
257. Xanth: The Quest for Magic, Piers Anthony
258. The Lost Princess of Oz, L. Frank Baum
259. Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon
260. Lost In A Good Book, Jasper Fforde
261. Well Of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde
262. Life Of Pi, Yann Martel
263. The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver
264. A Yellow Rraft In Blue Water, Michael Dorris
265. Little House on the Prairie, Laura Ingalls Wilder
266. Where The Red Fern Grows, Wilson Rawls Biggest tear jerker ever.
267. Griffin & Sabine, Nick Bantock
268. Witch of Blackbird Pond, Joyce Friedland
269. Mrs. Frisby And The Rats Of NIMH, Robert C. OBrien
270. Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt
271. The Cay, Theodore Taylor
272. From The Mixed-Up Files Of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, E.L. Konigsburg
273. The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster
274. The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin
275. The Kitchen Gods Wife, Amy Tan
276. The Bone Setters Daughter, Amy Tan
277. Relic, Duglas Preston & Lincolon Child
278. Wicked, Gregory Maguire
279. American Gods, Neil Gaiman
280. Misty of Chincoteague, Marguerite Henry
281. The Girl Next Door, Jack Ketchum
282. Haunted, Judith St. George
283. Singularity, William Sleator
284. A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson
285. Different Seasons, Stephen King
286. Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
287. About a Boy, Nick Hornby
288. The Bookmans Wake, John Dunning
289. The Church of Dead Girls, Stephen Dobyns
290. Illusions, Richard Bach
291. Magics Pawn, Mercedes Lackey
292. Magics Promise, Mercedes Lackey
293. Magics Price, Mercedes Lackey
294. The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Gary Zukav
295. Spirits of Flux and Anchor, Jack L. Chalker
296. Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice
297. The Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices, Brenda Love
298. Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace.
299. The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison. (I tried, in college, for a class, but never made it through, and ended up dropping the class)
300. The Cider House Rules, John Irving.
301. Enders Game, Orson Scott Card
302. Girlfriend in a Coma, Douglas Coupland
303. The Lions Game, Nelson Demille
304. The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars, Stephen Brust
305. Cyteen, C. J. Cherryh
306. Foucaults Pendulum, Umberto Eco
307. Cryptonomicon, Neal Stephenson
308. Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
309. Camber of Culdi, Kathryn Kurtz
310. The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
311. War and Rememberance, Herman Wouk
312. The Art of War, Sun Tzu
313. The Giver, Lois Lowry
314. The Telling, Ursula Le Guin
315. Xenogenesis (or Liliths Brood), Octavia Butler
316. A Civil Campaign, Lois McMaster Bujold
317. The Curse of Chalion, Lois McMaster Bujold
318. The Aeneid, Publius Vergilius Maro (Vergil) Guess who translated several chapters from the original Latin. For college credit. In 10th grade. I am not ashamed.
319. Hanta Yo, Ruth Beebe Hill
320. The Princess Bride, S. Morganstern (or William Goldman)
321. Beowulf, Anonymous
322. The Sparrow, Maria Doria Russell
323. Deerskin, Robin McKinley
324. Dragonsong, Anne McCaffrey
325. Passage, Connie Willis
326. Otherland, Tad Williams
327. Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay
328. Number the Stars, Lois Lowry
329. Beloved, Toni Morrison
330. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christs Childhood Pal, Christopher Moore
331. The mysterious disappearance of Leon, I mean Noel, Ellen Raskin
332. Summer Sisters, Judy Blume
333. The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo
334. The Island on Bird Street, Uri Orlev
335. Midnight in the Dollhouse, Marjorie Filley Stover
336. The Miracle Worker, William Gibson
337. The Genesis Code, John Case
338. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevensen
339. Paradise Lost, John Milton
340. Phantom, Susan Kay
341. The Mummy or Ramses the Damned, Anne Rice
342. Anno Dracula, Kim Newman
343. The Dresden Files: Grave Peril, Jim Butcher
344. Tokyo Suckerpunch, Issac Adamson
345. The Winter of Magics Return, Pamela Service
346. The Oddkins, Dean R. Koontz
347. My Name is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok
348. The Last Goodbye, Raymond Chandler
349. At Swim, Two Boys, Jaime ONeill
350. Othello, by William Shakespeare
351. The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas
352. The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats
353. Sati, Christopher Pike
354. The Inferno, Dante
355. The Apology, Plato
356. The Small Rain, Madeline LEngle
357. The Man Who Tasted Shapes, Richard E Cytowick
358. 5 Novels, Daniel Pinkwater
359. The Sevenwaters Trilogy, Juliet Marillier
360. Girl with a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier
361. To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
362. Our Town, Thorton Wilder
363. Green Grass Running Water, Thomas King
364. The Interpreter, Suzanne Glass
365. The Moors Last Sigh, Salman Rushdie
366. The Mother Tongue, Bill Bryson
367. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
368. The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
369. The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux
370. Pages for You, Sylvia Brownrigg
371. The Changeover, Margaret Mahy
372. Howls Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones - I saw the animated version, I’m guessing that doesn’t count
373. Angels and Demons, Dan Brown
374. Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo
375. Shosha, Isaac Bashevis Singer
376. Travels With Charley, John Steinbeck
377. The Diving-bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby
378. The Lunatic at Large by J. Storer Clouston
379. Time for Bed by David Baddiel
380. Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold
381. Quite Ugly One Morning by Christopher Brookmyre
382. The Bloody Sun by Marion Zimmer Bradley
383. Sewer, Gas, and Eletric by Matt Ruff
384. Jhereg by Steven Brust
385. So You Want To Be A Wizard by Diane Duane
386. Perdido Street Station, China Mieville
387. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Bronte
388. Road-side Dog, Czeslaw Milosz
389. The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje
390. Neuromancer, William Gibson
391. The Epistemology of the Closet, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick
392. A Canticle for Liebowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr
393. The Mask of Apollo, Mary Renault
394. The Gunslinger, Stephen King
395. Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
396. Childhoods End, Arthur C. Clarke
397. A Season of Mists, Neil Gaiman
398. Ivanhoe, Walter Scott
399. The God Boy, Ian Cross
400. The Beekeepers Apprentice, Laurie R. King
401. Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson
402. Misery, Stephen King
403. Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters
404. Hood, Emma Donoghue
405. The Land of Spices, Kate OBrien
406. The Diary of Anne Frank
407. Regeneration, Pat Barker
408. Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
409. Dreaming in Cuban, Cristina Garcia
410. A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
411. The View from Saturday, E.L. Konigsburg
412. Dealing with Dragons, Patricia Wrede
413. Eats, Shoots & Leaves, Lynne Truss
414. A Severed Wasp - Madeleine LEngle
415. Here Be Dragons - Sharon Kay Penman
416. The Mabinogion (Ancient Welsh Tales)
417. The DaVinci Code - Dan Brown.
418. Desire of the Everlasting Hills - Thomas Cahill
419. The Cloister Walk - Kathleen Norris
420. The Things We Carried, Tim OBrien
421. I Know This Much Is True, Wally Lamb
422. Choke, Chuck Palahniuk
423. Enders Shadow, Orson Scott Card
424. The Memory of Earth, Orson Scott Card
425. The Iron Tower, Dennis L. McKiernen
426. The French Lieutenant’s Woman, John Fowles
427. The Four Feathers, A.E.W. Mason
428. The Jester, James Patterson
429. Cry the beloved Country, Alan Paton
430. The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
431. The Stranger, Albert Camus
432. Deathscent, Robin Jarvis
433. Memnoch the Devil, Anne Rice
434. My legendary girlfriend, Mike Gayle
435. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? - Phillip K Dick
436. Bored of the Rings - Harvard Lampoon
437. The Pelican Brief - John Grisham
438. Schild’s Ladder - Greg Egan
439. Excession - Iain M. Banks
440. One For The Morning Glory - John Barnes
441. The Manchurian Candidate - Richard Condon
442. A Death in the Family - James Agee
443. Fup - Jim Dodge
444. Girl Soldier by Faith J H McDonnell and Grace Akallo
445. We Could Almost Eat Outside by Philippe Delerm and Sarah Hamp
446. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen