Monthly Archives: September 2006

the orcas strikes back

the orcas strikes back
the orcas strikes back” on Google Video
Yet another account of killer whales living up to their names. Take that, human!

isn’t cool nerd an oxymoron?

Modern, Cool Nerd
65 % Nerd, 52% Geek, 34% Dork
For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd.

Nerds didn’t use to be cool, but in the 90’s that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn’t quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and “geek is chic.” The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)!

Congratulations!

Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you’re interested in any of the following:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Professional Wrestling

Love & Sexuality

America/Politics

Thanks Again! — THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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You scored higher than 99% on nerdiness
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You scored higher than 99% on geekosity
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You scored higher than 99% on dork points

Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

splatter patterns

Last night, I blew out candles. In the dark. With my glasses off.

This turned out to be a particularly stupid idea. I was immediately splattered by red wax. I considered myself fortunate not to get any in my eye, and then dismissed the incident and went to bed.

This morning, I woke up, and realized that there was something on my wall. And my mirror. And my desk chair. The wax somehow managed to form a splatter pattern over a few square feet. Sigh. My weekend will now include removing it with injury-hot water.

In other, news though, there are a few of you reading this from Vancouver who didn’t get this email – but I’m in town the 8th – 9th of October. This is part of the big Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, where my boyfriend is meeting my family. And that extends over the water to my old friends from university. So, if you didn’t get an email from me today, it is because I do not have your address, and you should contact me immediately to let me know if you will be around for a) drinks on Sunday night followed by b) Lotus Long Weekend and c) sushi on Monday to recover as per always.

Oh, and this also means that, because Paul is coming home with me for Canadian Thanksgiving, I’m going to Pittsburgh for American. Do you all know what the regional delicacy is in Pittsburgh? It’s something called a Primanti sandwich, which has fries in the sandwich. Paul explained that it has fries and coleslaw, but according to Wikipedia, “It consists of a piece of grilled meat, cole slaw, a fried egg, tomato, lettuce and French fries between two pieces of Italian bread.” Fortunately, even though he is familiar with both that, and the “steak salad” (steak and fries and blue cheese dressing on iceberg lettuce), my boyfriend is unfamiliar with scrapple. Of course, I love him enough that I would probably put up with something like a weakness for scrapple – but thankfully, I don’t have to.

stupid office tricks

The company serves us lunch on Mondays. It varies: pizza, Chinese,
Subway. Today it was Boston Market: chicken, mashed potatoes, sweet
potatoes, green beans, corn, corn muffins. All in big, tinfoil
containers, one of which contained gravy. Of course, due to its
nature, every time we get gravy, there’s leftovers.

And every time there’s leftover gravy, the guys in my department bribe
one of my co-workers to drink a cup of it.

Which he did. 12oz of gravy, for $30.

This would be a lot less funny – and more disgusting except for two
things. One, it’s a running gag, and running gags are always funny.
Two, the guy in question really likes gravy, so he’s fine with
consuming it.

Yes, folks, I work in one of them sitcom-like offices. Someone find
me a laugh track.

x-posted a few places: commute on a bike!

Are you tired of sitting in traffic? Tired of high gas prices? Tired of breathing the fumes from all that high-priced petroleum? Tired of supporting the car culture?

Well, here’s your chance to try to learn a different approach to getting to work. Roll With It is a program which will pair experienced bike commuters with n00bs, and teach them how easy it is to get to work safely and happily on a bike.

I ride to work in Beverly Hills once or twice a week, from Venice. People ask me about this all the time – isn’t it far? aren’t you afraid of traffic? It is far, but I don’t go too fast, and I am not afraid of traffic because I know how to avoid it (bike lanes up Venice, side streets, etc). But it’s tough for people to just start riding to work when it’s not something they’re used to.

If you’re a cyclist, sign up at the website to mentor. If you’re a company, encourage your employees. If you’re someone who wants to join in this crazy bike cult that you read about on blogging.la, this is your chance. And if you just can’t seem to find the time to get to the gym, this is a great chance to combine both your commute AND your fitness.

Tomorrow is the official kickoff, but this will be an ongoing effort. Let’s Roll With It!

the cat came back

Our cat is back.

Yes, THAT cat. The fat one. The fat orange one. The one that is still twenty-two pounds despite our best attempts at slimming him down. The cat which has racked up frequent flyer miles, having flown to Seattle and back this summer. The cat formerly known as Evil, that we have since renamed, “Buddy”, because that is what he answers to. For some reason, both my roomate and Big Scary Mike referred to him as “Buddy”, and it stuck – especially since the cat, being fat, kind of looks like the sort of good ol’ boy that would be named Buddy.

Only now, instead of being at his temporary home in Pasadena, Buddy is here in Venice. Paul and I are going to Morro Bay for the weekend, and we didn’t want to leave him all by himself, and my roomate Andrew missed him, and my roomate Nick (who we promised we would get rid of the cat) is out of town…so Paul brought the beast back Friday. The cat, and Andrew, have since been joyfully reunited.

Of course, when the cat got here, he was not in good shape. He had not only vomited, but suffered some issues at the other end as well. The smell was fearsome in its intensity. I’m used to cat crap by now, having had to deal with it for six months, but this was something more concentrated. It was all I could do to keep from throwing up myself as I opened the carrier, removed the filthy beast within, and plunked him down in my bathtub to wash him. Then, once he was clean (and wet, and doing the shake-paw thing they do when wet), I rinsed out the carrier, poured the filth into my toilet, and disinfected the insides with Lysol.

Buddy is now happily roosting on the arm of the black sofa, and shedding layers of fur wherever he goes. Sea-otters have 10,000 hairs per square inch, and he can give them a run for their money. He’s forgotten the indignity of travel and washing, and settled into his old routines: sleeping, eating, and “muffining” outside of Andrew’s door while he waits for his master to get up. Honestly, the cat thinks he’s a dog where my roomate is concerned.

Still, I have to deal with this cat. I have to take him to the vet in the near future, to get him screened for kitty leukemia and kitty AIDS, because that is the requirement for any adoption program. I have to start spending Saturdays with him at the Pasadena Petco after that, hoping that someone will fall in love with him. And even so, it’s unlikely I will be able to find him a good home before Canadian Thanksgiving weekend – and he will, again, be left on his own at Paul’s, where he will crap under the desk to let us know how upset he is about being left alone.

But for now, I pet him when I go in and out of the kitchen, and scratch his chin, and listen to him purr, and tell him he’s a good cat. He is a very lovable creature, after all. I absolutely adore him. For now, we’re happy enough to have him home.

youtube is a trove of nostalgia