Oops, I missed the midnight deadline to get my blog updated. Oh well... I can at least get this in from the 80's Pop Act Quiz...

Turns out the Eighties Pop Act Test deems me:

65% Eighties Pop Act You are Tone Loc: You were all the rage in the eighties with your baloon pants, and head bands, but now you have moved quietly to your new life, and you don't keep in touch with your friends from that time. Go listen to Janet Jackson CDs.

Scuse me while I look for my Funky cold medina...

The rain was just pissing a moment ago - I managed to trudge up the hill in it. I felt a little better today (probably thanks to echnicea and my obsesive hypochondria at keeping well)... I managed to fit a workout in tonight and felt pretty good. I kept thinking that this was the one thing I could control, and drew a disturbing parallel to anorexia -- only, I feel out of control in this flesh and water sack that surrounds a brittle bone cage. I trip and fall over myself.
Speaking of tripping on myself - I think I'm also getting more crankier with the days passing. I'm convinced it's that I'm needing something new... (Note, the keyboard almost spelled out "someone new"... Freudian slip?) In any case, I've to get to bed in the next half hour, and the sound of rain and cars is lulling me into sleep.

Was also pillaging great sites today, and courtesy of Ginger - found the random kitten generator... Awwwwwww!!! Everybody likes kittens!

Good gawd, I keep slipping on keeping up with the blog.
Well, ok - this week's excuse (cough cough) is that I've been sick. Sick as in cold, but also to the point that I feel my brain has had a hard-crash (in IT Terms - means it physically went down) -- I didn't go into work today and slept. I made the mistake of telling folks that I probably would be online -- but the minute I hit the pillow, I sank into a deep sleep full of unmedicated dreams as scripted by Joss Weadon crossed with Burroughs and Jung. I am now listening to Nick Drake as it's purely the only music that doesn't grate on my head at the moment. It's only a cold - but I think it's also the warning signal for my upcoming vacation next Tuesday. I'll be spending an entire week in Bend - a week where I just want to forget everything. But I can't -- Annual Reviews are due literally within weeks, along with side projects. The rock never quite get's up the mountain does it? Oh - my head.
Aside from being bed bound, I've been trying to cook more. The brand new coffee maker arrived - but I've yet to take advantage of it's time-saving features.
Oh - and I'm seriously thinking about getting broadband finally. The clincher? Realizing that getting a simple B&S download from Jeepster would take an hour. As much as I want to hear "Slow Graffiti", I'm not about to limit phone access. This is silly.
In any case - gotta post this and log off.

fucking great...Sigh. Funny, I was just thinking about how walking into a bank 2 years ago to set up a savings account seemed as glamourous as going to the day spa. Now, it's like the looted 7-11 across the street and your struggling to buy a cheap pack of smokes (without getting shot). Go progressive tax, go--- oh just forget it.

Cough cough. I am phlemmy and coughmatic. Today spent slightly cleaning, mostly working on my website, and watching "Mifune" and re-watching "River's Edge" for the dogme project. I am going to flesh out more details, but since I've only 5 minutes left -- I'll just post this for now here....