Just visited my referrer logs for the first time in a long time and it confirms what I already knew: me, Amy, Andrea and Dan are the main people who visit my page.

Here are some other highlights: an alltheweb search on pissing pig fuck, netscape search on inflatable pools and driving directions, and a lycos search on midget sex. I think it's time to change my keywords.

I must admit that the flip side of being able to hear everything my cube neighbors are doing is that they can hear everything I do too. Every fart, every phone conversation, every errant sigh or cough is all part of the public domain.

But when I had an office, I was lonely. Is there a middle ground? I guess so, it's called headphones. Or like I often want to tell my next door neighbor's creepy grandkid -- now's the part of the day where we pretend like we can't see into one another's windows.

Sometimes cube life isn't all that great. You'd think I'd be used to hearing things I didn't want to after all that time near Thoma in The Good Old Days at beyond, but I guess I'm not. One of my current neighbors (a very nice person who I have no other complaints about) is noisy. Singing, sighing, moaning and now, with the addition of snack, slurping. Sometimes, it's just too much. Could you please slurp outside? I don't want to wear headphones every moment of my working life.

Maybe I'll start sighing and slurping too, or just shout AMEN loudly often, for emphasis.

My car is all better, back from the shop and safely with me again, thanks to a ride from Amy. Not only did she return to me clean this time (last time I had an extensive discussion with the detail shop manager about what soap is and how a car is, in fact *not* clean if it has spots on it), but I saw Vernon the Enterprise pick you up guy at the dealer. Hello, Vernon, were you accosted by any Oriental drivers today?

Andrea in her natural state, at work, on the phone. Thanks Dustin!

So, my car's at the dealer for it's 30,000 mile checkup in preparation for our big trip next week. I rented a car from Enterprise because they'll pick me up. Really, it was a guy named Vernon, who spoke the secret language of non-Asian people (this is in fact the same as the secret language of white people but since Vernon isn't white, it's modified) telling me how 'Oriental' drivers were the worst because one of his other clients had 3 wrecks in a month, thanks to 'Oriental' drivers. Look, if you have 3 wrecks in a month, you're either very unlucky or are the shitty driver in question. I told Vernon that there's a whole lot of everybody here, driving bad, that gave him pause.

I'm proud to report that not only is my rental car a crap-ass Corolla, it's white — the official Color of Rental.

A friend sent me this article on bringing a new dog into the home. Trying to read everything I can before the pup's May 6 arrival!

Now that we've gotten the go-ahead to adopt a puppy we have the arduous task of selecting a name. Here's 2000 suggestions. Even though I've named a number of foster dogs (Myrtle, Patty, Chester, Max, Roscoe and my own Ellie) those names haven't carried the weight that this puppy's name does for me. This dog will be part of our family for it's entire life, not just the few weeks/months or years that our other ones have been, in other words, we're going to live with this name for the next 15 or so years.

2 things of note today:

1. I wore my new Kentucky Fried Mullet shirt to work, forgetting that I had a meeting with some outside folks. Not only that, it turned out that they were from lovely Alabama. I was only slightly mortified.
2. We got the confirmation that we can adopt one of Ellie the basset's puppies. We'll pick her up on May 6!!!

It's true, I don't have much to say today. We launched a big spiffy new THING at work and I'm helping with some of the post-launch cleanup.

Top 10 ways to annoy Bob Barker. I will do none of these when I'm a contestant on "Price"!!

More advice on how we'll get to come on down: - So You Want To Be A 'Price Is Right' Contestant'?

"We can catch those fakers out there," Dobkowitz says. "They think they have to be over-exuberant to be on the show. We can tell those fakers."

Who knew that "Price" had a Mexican counterpart, where the numbers on the big wheel were in Pesos? At�nale al Precio! Si!

A Salute to Pricing Games!

Someday soon, this will be me: Student wins car, becomes 3rd UA contestant on 'The Price Is Right'. Except that I'm not a student anymore. But I will be a winner on "Price".

I played hockey three days in a row and I have officially kicked my own ass. I'm sore and tired but still glad I did it. After a particularly hard fall on my ass during Saturday's class (who knew that there's an advantage to pivoting the right way?) I invested in some new, badass ass pads. I bought the women's version, which fits differently, but way better than the crappy guy's model I'd been sporting. I usually don't wear my pants around my waist so it felt weird at first but knowing that my ass was protected by more than just itself makes it all OK.

My roots are showing

I hate to admit it, but I've become dependent on Samba to do my work. Why? Because it lets me see the code I'm working on in the pretty color-coded colors that my good friend HomeSite provides. I'm without it today and forced to edit all my work in the monochromatic terminal emulator that was once all there was, at once, was good enough. Have I become a slave to the pretty colors?

Here's some interesting tips about visiting Disneyland, including my personal favorite:
As with all amusement parks, try to sneak in your own drinks, especially in the summer. There's a Food For Less store about a mile up, at Katella and Euclid. Drinks inside the park will normally cost about 2 dollars. Your bags may be searched when you enter the park so conceal your drinks in the bottom of your backpack and cover them with Kotex or Tampax pads. This should discourage park attendants from searching down too deeply, especially if you're a man.

On the day I was born, Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack was the #1 song. Found here, thanks to brig.

We visited the exciting 1-800-MATTRES(S) showroom and bought a phat mattress on Saturday. This was after visiting the HomeLife store next door and not being helped. I love looking 7 shades of grubby when I'm prepared to drop some cash. The HomeLife people didn't even talk to me, but John at 1-800-MATTRES(S) not only filled our heads with Mattress Knowledge, he told me that I'm sexier as a blonde. As we were walking back to the car, we passed the loading door of HomeLife, where one of the clerks who had ignored me was enjoying a break. She felt the need to speak at us now, shouting unintelligible things as we went by.

Our Mattres(s) arrived promptly at 10 am yesterday and in less than 10 minutes those pros had brought the new one in, removed Andrea's crap-ass old one from the backyard (yes, I know what having indoor furniture in the yard means, that's why we had them haul it away!) and moved my futon to the front bedroom. It was a whirlwind of sleeping product activity that culiminated last night in a wonderful night of sleep on our bad-ass new bed.