Category: General

Got a haircut today:

Geeze, you can really see my bald spot in there. Oh, well. I’m just this close to going completely bald. No Hair Club for Men for me!

I use Blogger to create posts for my blog (the thing you’re reading now). I mainly use my iBook to do it, and on my iBook I use Safari as my main browser.

In the Bookmarks Bar I keep links for both my main website, and Blogger.

I just noticed that there’s something missing. It should read

“Blog – Blogger – Bloggest”

Was that too far to go for a joke? I hope so…

Saw something cool on Slashdot, the geek blog. For people that like to learn stuff, this is perhaps the best advice I’ve seen in a long long time:

I don’t remember when, where, who or how, but I once received a piece of advice I’ve never forgotten, which seemed wise at the time, and which I’ve since found invaluable.

“Every once in awhile, walk into a bookstore and buy a magazine devoted to a subject you know nothing about. Read it.”

There are magazines devoted to everything — sports cars, handguns, knitting, ferrets, Italian cooking, Civil War reenactments, log cabins, etc. Magazines are a terrific (and cheap) way to expand your horizons.

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Almost got hit by a truck at lunchtime.

I was crossing West Burnside at 10th Ave in front of Powell’s Books. There were some other people crossing in the opposite direction (south to north), and I looked up and saw the “White man says ‘walk'” sign, so I stepped out into the street. As soon as I did, the signal changed to the flashing orange hand.

There were a couple of cars waiting for the pedestrians to clear, and I waited for a second while two cars turned left onto Burnside. A large panel truck was behind them, he slowed a bit and I figured that he was going to let me go because I was standing out in the middle of the street. So I started walking.

I guess the truck was just slowing down for the turn, though, because he kept coming. I looked up through the windshield to see if the driver was looking for me, and couldn’t tell. I was still walking and he was still coming…

I thought, “What a dork!” but kept going (I’m stubborn at the most inopportune times) and so did he. I had to break into a run, and dodge into the eastbound lane to get out of his way.

He never even slowed down. I don’t think he even saw me.

Why am I so tired lately?

I’m taking my vitamins, my diet is under control, I’m exercising regularly (ran to work yesterday morning).

It couldn’t be stress, could it? Hucking fell, I hate Qworst.

On top of everything else, my work phone isn’t working, either. It just rang and wouldn’t go to voice mail.

So Debra from Qwest may not have been lying when she said she tried to call and couldn’t leave a voice mail yesterday. Maybe I’ve turned the corner. Maybe Qwest has decided to stop lying to me.

…naaaahhhhhh. One possibly truthful statement doesn’t negate 16 days of lies and irritation.

I guess I’m cursed now. Telecom cursed.

It’s been the Monday-est Monday ever.

It’s had everything: me forgetting stuff, bosses telling me multiple times to do stuff that I’m not supposed to do, battling with Qwest (still. Still!) over my lack of phone service.

Let me put it this way: having my teeth cleaned was the highlight of my day.

Talking to a girl on the bus, she’d mentioned that she’d had dinner with a friend in NW Portland. I told her that I’d been in NW this weekend past, and had had a pomegranate margarita, and that it had been good. “It was called a Persephone” I explained.

“Oh, that would be good. And good for you,” she confided.

“Really? You don’t think the alcohol would counteract the benefits of the pomegranate?”

“Oh, no.”

I smiled at her. “I like the way you think!” But, then, thinking it over, “But I’m afraid I’ve eaten too many seeds and now I’m stuck in Hell.”

Stopped at my favorite coffee shop tonight. Noticed the cute barista had cut her long, blonde hair off; it was all chopped off in the back. Cute, but I liked it longer.

Figured I should say something. Wanted to tease her a little. A comment with a sarcastic twist rose in my mind in much the same way most people fear change (i.e., without much conscious thought).

I walked over while I was waiting for my tall soy chai and said, deadpan, “You look different.”

She preened and smiled, “Yeah! I chopped off all my hair!”

“Huh. No,” I said, squinting at her, “I was thinking you looked taller.”

She turned serious. “I’ve heard that before, that’s so weird. Whenever I cut my hair, people think I’m taller!”

“Oh,” I said, still deadpan. “Really. Mostly, I was being sarcastic.”

“You’re not the first person to think that,” she said.

Well, I couldn’t have that. “Yeah, it’s probably because you’re all neck now.”

She laughed and stretched her head up. “It’s the giraffe effect!”

Yeah, that’s it.

It’s “Mistaken Identity” weekend here at Chez Luna.

First, on Friday I met a friend, who asked me in advance if a friend of hers could come along. I said, “sure, no problem.” For some reason, I was expecting the as-yet-unmet person to be a 50-ish aging hippy. And she turned out to be a red-haired green-eyed anthropologist-slash-model. (Yes, my friend does have a friend like the one I was expecting; I just got mixed-up, is all.)

Then, today I was meeting face-to-face with someone I met online, and I had thought she was a 26-year-old dark-haired woman of Portuguese ancestry — but she wasn’t. She was in her 30’s, a red-haired woman of Caucasian descent.

Joke’s on me, I guess. I’m flexible. Had a good time anyway, both times.

Not that I care, or listen, but the universe is obviously trying to tell me something…

Qwest still has not ported my landline number to my cell phone. I have lots of details but no time to divulge them in the rant-y manner in which they so completely deserve.

I’ve been dealing with Devin (Qwest employee #8220, direct phone number 602-665-4765). Well, if you call me leaving voice mails for him for the past half-week and not geting a fucking phone call back “dealing with”.

Oops, did I just post his phone number? Damn, now he’s on the IntarWeb.

NOTE: Please do not call the number I just posted above. Devin is a busy man and I’m sure that he’s hard at work resolving my issue, and I’m sure he doesn’t need any distractions from the fine job he’s doing for Qwest. I only posted it so that I would have reference to it when I need to call him.

One final question: How in the hucking fell does a company get away with such obvious disrespect for their customers?