July 4th

My neighborhood sounds vaguely reminiscent of a war zone… or an average Philippine neighborhood during Christmas/New Years. Which is surprising, considering how much it’s rained today.
In other news, I really didn’t do much. Enjoyed my random day off in the middle of the week. Slept in. Parents went off to Philly to see old classmates that they hadn’t seen in 35 years. Hung out with the boyfriend (read: sat on the couch and did NOTHING). Went out to satisfy a taco craving — which ended up with me ordering a 10 inch burrito and taking home 3 inches. Passed out on the couch.

And instead of facing another restful night’s sleep… I realize I’ve forgotten to clean. My cousin from Australia is showing up tomorrow. Egads.

How Google Manages Your Internet Life

Google – Web History. Enough said.

Link Blog!

I’ve been using Google Reader for some time now… And now I’ve remembered that I can post a link to it on MY blog (or just THIS blog). Check out the link on the sidebar…

Or just click here.  

Bellies and UDL.

I wonder what I’d look like without my belly chub. It’s always been there. I’ve always grabbed at it, poked it, squished it around to make the pseudo-butt cleavage. I wonder what I’d look like with an actual toned tummy. Maybe my belly button jewelry will actually sit right, instead of crooked, due to the skewing of my center line due to non-balanced chub. Maybe I could actually CHANGE my belly button jewelry. Cause, you know, that would be cool. Inasmuch as I actually like the starting jewelry, I could change it to something dangly and annoying. What happened to simplicity? Girls are carrying around the dangling-to-the-shoulder earrings, dangling rings, dangling bracelets, layered necklaces, why not add dangling other body jewelry to that list. You’ve gotta be hauling around at least another pound or two of metal that way. Sheesh.

Ew. Is it really that hard for people to clean up after they pee? I always check the seat out for UDL (Unidentified Drops of Liquid) before I pee, because that’s really gross, plopping your rear end down on the seat, and feeling that cold wetness spread out over one leg/cheek or the other, and come to the horrid realization that you’ve sat on what is possibly someone else’s liquid excretions… regardless of whether or not it’s water from their hands or just splash residue from the sink — you can never be too careful in an office full of non-family people. Ewie. I’m not as OCD about germs as some other people I know, but geez. Ew to residual pee on toilet seats.

Where does all the time go?

Let’s face it. Between the new job and the new commute and the new sleeping schedule and the new life schedule — all that time, all that boredom I had while unemployed has completely vanished.

Why can’t there be an easy transition between the desperate “I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t have a job and I don’t know where I’m going” stage and the completely exhausted “I have I job and I don’t know what I’m doing and there’s too much to do” stage? Seriously. The jarring difference between the two states leaves the 20-something in question completely bewildered and a bit lost. Therein lies another crisis after the QLC. Maybe the quarter life crisis comes in stages? It’s anywhere you don’t know where you’re going or what you came from?

They teach you about transition in school, but all that is relatively cushy and gradual.

This isn’t. This is life.

I don’t know if I like it. Stop it, I want to get off.

Coffee, caw-fee, cafe

Early morning ambrosia. Fragrant, sometimes sweet, sometimes punchy, sometimes with an extra kick (I’m talking chili pepper, not caffeine), sometimes with another extra kick (caffeine/espresso goes here).

The morning beverage of choice for so many many many (insert hundreds/thousands/millions/billions here — I didn’t do any research) people. Sometimes even an afternoon jolt, and even then an after dinner closing. More popular than dessert.

When 2006 was still new, we had just acquired a Senseo coffee machine. The ease of use and cleaning up were such intriguing things — we had to use it all the time. The variety of the 1-cup/2-cup and 1-pod/2-pod provided a seemingly endless source of entertainment and coffee. (Seriously, I’m a gadget geek, and so is my dad — my mom just doesn’t understand)

Some early morning thoughts.

For the majority of this year, the thoughts I mulled over during my morning commute were in the form of dreams. Nothing that I could ever remember solidly. Who ever remembers all their dreams in vivid detail? Either that or I was just wishing desperately I was back curled up in bed, perfectly oblivious to the rest of the world. At least that’s what happened in the winter/early spring. Cold is not my friend.

Now, it’s turning chilly again, it’s October – it better be chilly! I still hate the cold. And now I get to watch idiot drivers on the highway. Like the woman putting on makeup in her rearview mirror and getting pissed off as she started drifting to the right, incurring the honking rage of another driver. Lady, you are not paying attention to the road. Granted, while we are all on “The World’s Longest Parking Lot,” when traffic is moving at a brisk 50 mph – that is NOT the time to be applying eyeliner.

And there’s the driver who was eternally looking for something below his passenger seat. Nearly rear-ended the truck in front of him more times than I could count. And then he starts hollering that the truck (it was a pick-up) can’t drive properly. Last I checked, normal people driving should be at least looking at the road, not at your dusty floormats.

Game link – Sling

I really should be asleep right now.

But I must present to you the latest ezone game — Sling

How do you measure your life?

As said to Miss Beancurd, “You know you’re getting older when you begin to measure your life in TV show seasons…”

I’m not in the generation where we ask where were you when that rocketship exploded (I want to say Challenger, but I’m currently too lazy to look it up) or where were you when JFK got shot? I could ask where were you when the planes crashed into the Twin Towers (but I’m a New Yorker, and that’s still a little raw for me)(If you must know, I was woken up by a good friend of my roommate, my soph year in college, who wouldn’t tell me what was wrong over the phone, just breathlessly ordered me to wake up my roomie and tell her to turn on the TV) or where were you when Karr was arrested in Thailand — but don’t you think that’s all too morbid?

We want to be happy. So where were you when Jen first entered into Dawson’s life? Where were you when Spike showed up in Angel’s office? Where were you when Denny died? Where were you when William Hung showed up at American Idol tryouts?

When I was younger, my week was divvied into days via homework and projects and tests. Now, my weeks are determined by TV shows. I just portioned up my last couple of weeks among the Big Brother finale (should I apply?), the premieres for Grey’s Anatomy, Survivor, and the Amazing Race. I work. What have I got to do at night?

Watch Prime Time TV.

Oy.

Facebook gone wrong

Very very wrong.

Facebook used to be a nifty site. With a cool purpose. More private than Myspace or Friendster. Easy to use. Simple.

Now, with the introductions of ‘newsfeed’ and ‘mini-feed’… it’s gotten complicated, public, and just plain wrong. I do not need to know who wrote what on who’s wall, I do not need to know who was recently online, I do not need to know every little change people have made to their profiles, I do not need to know how many times someone can change their relationship status over the course of an hour. Even Scobleizer’s noticed.

Newsfeeds serve a great purpose (outside of the facebook-verse).  News aggregators right in one place. Check out the customizable Google homepage. Feeds on quotes, words of the day, humor, news…etc… Useful things. Feeds on facebook? More stalker-friendly than you can ever imagine. It’s like real life Big Brother, but so much worse. It’s not a game. It’s your own life.

The mob mentality is that Facebook has done a bad bad thing. I’m all for feeds because I know their usefulness factor. But, I believe that their execution is incorrect. I’m still trying to think of a better execution because all I see on Facebook now — is poor display, poor execution, and (oh my lord, I checked out my profile) poor usability.

What do you think they should do differently?