A big warm and wet thanks to Chad for fixing the sidebar bug in IE. Way back in 2002, he sat me down in a computer lab and taught me HTML. He is also responsible for my affection towards the following bands:
Clearly, I owe him a lot. Tonight, we toast our ginger ale to you, Chad.
So I have in my inbox the new design for Verbal Intent! I will work on rolling it out this weekend, and assuming there are no major technical glitches, you’ll have some new digs to check out on Monday!
Note To Self: Do something about the dreadful amounts of comment spam you’ve been receiving lately.
OK, well we’re back online. We’ve decided to go with a USB modem which costs a bit more than DSL per month but is highly portable and allows us to finally power up Janet, my dinosaur of a PC (yes, we name our computers), to use Photoshop to touch up my photos for upload. It’s been a policy of mine to touch up photos only slightly, but now I’ll be able to remove those poles from behind people’s heads. At least the ones that aren’t being used for dancing.
This weekend I have lofty plans of taking Berlin to the dog park to get her swamp on and to hit the city for a photo shoot. I have missed playing around with my puppy and my camera. So I’m sure next week will be rife with blog posts and photos for your viewing pleasure.
Oh, and how could I possible forget to tell you that WE’RE GOING TO SEE BRIAN REGAN ON SATURDAY NIGHT! It was a strange and pretty unnerving realization when Matt and I concluded a few years ago that we love going to comedy clubs. We are so white trash.
All week long, I’ve been railed on by some crazed loony in Japan who says I’m not responding to emails fast enough. Because of this, I have started Twittering in earnest so that he has another line of communication from me to read in the event that I’m not responding to his emails with the speed and agility of an antelope. And then he can watch the minutes on the clock go by after he’s seen me tweet thinking “SHE’S GOING TO TWITTER INSTEAD OF RESPONDING TO MY EMAIL!?!?” I believe there’s an Asian professor at George Washington University that we can quote in saying “Uh, das raaaight.”
I’m a child of the internet and everything, but even this Gen Y webber can’t stay on top of all the many lines of communication constantly running. I think I have close to 20 email addresses, a blog, a Facebook, a much forgotten MySpace page, a LinkedIn profile, a Twitter account, a few IM names and an endless number of other profiles on a million other sites. People often wonder why I have such a poor memory, and I truly believe it’s because my brain is scattered across the interwebs.
All of this to say, if you’re wondering what I’m thinking/doing RIGHT THIS INSTANT, and will not be able to eat your sushi until you know… you can follow me on Twitter. I’m pretty sure there’s only one person who fits that description, and I’m pretty sure he won’t be awake for another 13 hours so I just might get some peace and quiet.
We met political gangster, Murray Waas last night. Pretty wild experience for this budding blogger. I have a new journalistic hero… and a GW attendee at that.
We had an entire conversation today using a series of text messages.
Matt: Can I get a GPS today?
Priscilla: Yeah. Can you give flea and heartworm? Know who gets what?
Matt: Any idea where the meds are? It’s the squeezable stuff, right? Berlin gets the big one and Mojo gets the little one?
Priscilla: They should all be in that tupperware on top of the washer/dryer unit. For flea/tick, you’ve got it - Mojo gets the little one, Berlin gets the big one - both squeezable. And then the heartworm is a pill that they both get; I think it’s called Prevention or something. And they both get one of those - same box same size. Thanks, Boo! What GPS are you gonna get?
Matt: Interceptor? Selected GPS.
Priscilla: Yeah, Interceptor.
Matt: The doctor is in the HOUSE!
Priscilla: Ooo! what a cute little GPS! Voice PROMPTS! That’s HOT. And so are YOU!
Matt: Voyeeeece.
Priscilla: Can you find me? Can you find me? WHERE AM I?
And that’s the last I heard of him. Probably because he was so in love with his new GPS that he was trying to use it simultaneously with his cell phone while peeing at a public restroom. When his hands began to fumble and only one electronic device could be saved from the pit of the urinal, he chose the GPS! What good is a GPS if you can’t even use it to text your wife a response to her lame joke? NOT VERY GOOD if you ask me!
But seriously, he’s been needing one of these for a while now as he spends an average of three hours daily in the car. This will allow for easier access to the public libraries and Paneras that he frequents for free wifi between cases. And now he’ll have no excuse when I text him urgently at 6:15 in the evening with “Your wife needs a clamroll.”
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