Wired

Wired, September issue, page 70.

"...Glazer's collaboration with the music collective UNKLE on 'Rabbi in Your Headlights' wows with its trippy f/x."

Funny, funny stuff.

Interesting...

Crazy day today. New Friend (from last week) asked me to go with her to get a pedicure, but unfortunately I had to decline due to a lack of funds. Also, I'm lame. Literally. Somehow I stretched a tendon in my hip, and walking is killer.

But I did go out to lunch with a bunch of coworkers, which is kind of a little-big step for me. I like them all, but everyone I work with is very outgoing, and I'm a little more reserved, at least at work. To be honest, they really intimidate me. Today was pretty good because New Friend was there, and I feel like I've started to loosen up a little bit around everyone; it was actually kind of good that it was a bigger group, because when there are just 3 or 4 people I feel more compelled to participate...when it's 7 or 8, I can just make a comment or ask a question when I feel like it, and it's not such a big deal if anyone answers or not. Don't really get that "all eyes on me" feeling as much. (It's strange, although probably not uncommon -- I feel very comfortable one-on-one with people, but very uncomfortable in social groups of 4+. I think it started back in college, with eating at the dining halls. Strange things.)

I was also dragged away from the office for an hour to help one of my coworkers buy new sheets and bookcases for her house. Oh, and they made me the project manager for our web site.

Most days, I love my job. :)

Saw "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" tonight as well. Funny, funny movie. Lots of "Ohmygod I can't believe I'm laughing at this, but it's hilarious!" moments.

True Tales

The boy and I were both reading quietly last night when the following conversation started:

Me: So, wait. Butter is made out of milk?
Boy: Yeah. It's churned. I don't really know what that means, though.
Me: So butter is just, like, milk in solid form, and yellow?
Boy: Something like that. And salted.
Me: But when it melts, it's nothing like milk!
Boy: You're right.
Me: Wow. I never really thought about that before. Weird.

Back to reading.

*Whew*

I've been crunching numbers for the past two hours, and I've figured out that if I exercise a some real discipline over the next 2 months, I should be able to pay off 4 bills and make significant progress on 3 others. With a little luck, I might even be able to pay off my credit card debt by the end of the year. Not being able to get coffee or a new pair of pants when I want to sucks. But seeing the light at the end of this tunnel just might be worth it.

Good News & Bad News

The Good:
I made a new friend! Yay! *confetti, streamers, happy music, etc.*

Friday night I asked one of the women I work with (work for, actually), if she wanted to grab a drink, and she said yes, and we had a blast. I found out a lot about the impressions of me people I work with have (thankfully all positive), and was able to finally give some input on things of concern. I did get drunk -- first time getting drunk in a long time, and it was fun. Some sketchy guys at the bar bought us drinks and gave us their business cards, thankfully without actually requiring us to talk to them. Nice.

The Bad:
I've been excited that I would be moving into my own office at work...it's been rumored since I first started there almost two months ago, and today, in a whirlwind sort of way, I found out that I'll be moving tomorrow morning. The bad news? Recent hirings have left two of the most annoying guys in our office without a home, and -- lucky me!! -- one of them gets to room with me. Not cool. So not cool. (And since he's throwing a hissy fit about it, I don't even feel like I have the right to express my dismay. There isn't much that bothers me more than not being able to tell someone how I'm feeling when I get upset like this.)

Busy Weekend

Much to tell...but now, sleep.

*yawn*

Kitty Problems

Our kitty has taken to biting our toes in the middle of the night, ever since Sunday when I moved the bed. Actually it's more like wrestling with our legs. We're not fans of this kind of play. Although he's a year and a half and neutered, he's horribly bad...always biting and scratching at us. (Never scratches at the furniture.) Besides water bottles and loud noises, we have no idea how to train him out of this aggressive behavior, which appears to be getting worse. He's an indoor cat, and although I would NEVER advise declawing, I'm actually considering it, which shows the extent of my desperation. It's scary when you can't even walk around your house without fear of getting bloodied up. We're taking him to the vet tomorrow -- we're pretty sure he has a tapeworm -- and I'll talk to her about it then, but if anyone has any other suggestions, I'd certainly welcome them.