It was a great day of eating and visiting... and no family stress. Gotta love that.

Prince Harry seems like he'd be a lot more fun than his brother, the stuffy Prince William. I guess when all that 'gonna be king' pressure is off you get to just have fun.

You won't catch me out shopping today - at least not much. Years of working retail took the charm out of the day-after-Thanksgiving shopping trips. CuzGirl and I are going out to lunch - and I told her we could do that as long as the restaurant was nowhere near a mall!

The search continues for Dru Sjodin

- the girl who disappeared from a mall parking lot in Grand Forks. Yikes - if you aren't safe in a mall parking lot at 4:00 in the afternoon..my god - makes me not want to ever leave the house.

This guy did this on purpose, so he'd never have to cook again~ I just know it!

It's cleaning day at chez chele. It's still not all-the-way put back together since buying the new eMac last week.. so it's time to right that wrong. Have an excellent day, bellas.
Ciao.

Happy Thanksgiving!

We're going to the hunger walk at the Mall o' this morning.

We put more memory in cheleMac yesterday.. went from 128MB to 640MB. Oh yeah, that's waaaaay faster! There's not one thing about this machine that I don't like.

Today, I'm thankful for:

• my friends
• my family of choice
• my health
• a warm bed

Sure, I'd love to be thankful for a Bentley, a mansion with a large swimming pool, and a bevy of young pool-boys at my beck and call, but -
Nah, I'm wouldn't. The older I get, the more I know that it's not about the cool toys you've got.. It's about being content with yourself and how you've gotten to where you are. Or something like that. It's early, and I haven't had enough coffee....

Ciao, Bellas. Ti amo.

Because of HIGH demand (at least 4 people googled to my site looking for this...)
Here is the link to Glen Campbell's verrrrry scary mug shot.

EEEEEEEEEEK!

Here it is! - The new cheleMac. Ain't it the coolest??

So it's a day off - I told my boss yesterday that if I didn't take today off, I might just have to quit... and he knew I was only HALF kidding. They've already called once today, though. That was their one freebie. I'm off duty as of right.this.second.

This is part of why I just can't watch Real World any more. It used to be interesting. Now it's just trashy.

I love John Corbett. Northern Exposure was the best show ever. He's never been quite as good in the other ones, and this one looks like it'll be drivel as well.

They stole the tops off of 20,000 trees?!? How did no one notice this??

This is just absurd. Hey, fellas - you're 50 years old. Time to grow up and not be in a 'gang'. sheesh.

Anyway - I'm gonna post this and have another cup of coffee. Y'all have fun working (yeah, CuzGirl, I suck..) and I'll talk to you later. Ciao.

Glen Campbell got popped for DUI. (I still will never officially admit that I like "Rhinestone Cowboy"... but I do)

Sometimes you just have to believe in the system to do the right thing. The jury made the right decision.

Scary story.

The solution to this problem? Buy a Mac.

What else can I tell ya? I'm glad it's a short week. And that is all for now. Ciao.

The 'storm of the century' is mostly over, I guess. I missed most of it. I didn't even go outside yesterday! I cleaned, I baked, I watched the Vikes beat Detroit (in one of the ugliest wins ever, I might add...). And, of course, I played iTunes. Latest tune count - 1,511.

I didn't know who Kellie Waymire was, until I googled her picture. She was Emily (the English fiance) on Friends! RIP.

The line obviously missing from this story? "Alcohol may have been a contributing factor." Note to self - do not sit on escalator handrail.

So much for the safer downtown Minneapolis.

I guess that's it for now. Have a most excellent day.

And the eMac saga continues... I got an iPod! Ask me how many songs I have on it after just 12 hours? Higher... higher... Okay I'll tell you.

1,364

Really! I'm not kidding. I have a lot of music. And now I can carry it around with me all at once! yeeeeeee haw!!

Woke up to lots of snow. Maybe it IS the 'storm of the century'. Or not. I'm glad that I can just stay in today. I'm going to watch the Vikings beat Detroit, and do some cleaning and baking. Quite the domestic flower, that's me.

The Wacko Jacko story just gets weirder and weirder, doesn't it? I think I'm going to stop caring about it now.

Note to self - cancel any dinner plans at Chi Chi's.

Second note to self - If I want to breast feed, head on over to Burger King.

I agree - downtown Minneapolis is pretty safe.

Okay - It's almost time for the game to start. Time to settle in with another cup of coffee. Have an excellent day.

So, yeah! Here I am, on my NEW eMAC!!! I really was going to wait until today to get it.. I even had a night of baking all planned out. But with just the right amount of prodding - well - what can I say? we were at the Apple store before I knew it. And then home and set up with nary a technical glitch. These machines really ARE plug and play. I've got lots of stuff set up on it - still lots to go, too, but after about 4:30 it was time to call it a day. :)

Now I have to see if I'll be able to put some links in here and do my usual blog-thang! So let's turn to the news...

Some people will do anything for a new car. But c'mon - a SUZUKI?!? I'd sit that long for a Saturn, maybe..

They are hyping the coming snow this weekend as nearly the "storm of the century". Eh - I gotta say, I won't believe it until I see it. It was supposed to start snowing a little last night. Nothing. Those weather guys get just desperate at this time of year! I say 2-4" here, if that. (now, we'll see if I can go after Dave Dahl's job...)

Have I not been saying all along that there's going to someday be an American Catholic Church? Well, here ya go!This is one I could get behind..

This story gives me the whirlies..

We drove on the new section of Shepard Road last night. Ahhh - what a relief! No more detour. Makes getting out to the Mall a lot quicker. Which, come to think of it, could be a dangerous thing.

Looks like this guy is headed back to jail.

Okay - now it's time to see if I can upload this bad boy! It's a little weird. I feel like I'm working on someone else's computer, and I don't exactly know where everything is. But I could get used to this... really easily! And hey - thanks, Mac, for everything.

Ciao!

I did it. I'm a Mac girl! More later....

Sincere apologies for the lack of blog yesterday. Sometimes you just have to do stuff in the real world. I'm back now, though! And we've lots to get through..

"Rock Star" Michael Jackson turned himself in. His mug shot proves that he's the scariest looking man ever born.

And Phil Spector has been charged with murder. Hollywood is a world gone mad.

Oh, for the love of God... They're absolutely determined to ruin this 8 Simple Rules show.

Yay, KARE 11 TV. Give the lead anchor job to the Italian guy! For those who don't live in the Twin Cities - Paul Magers IS the news here. You don't believe anything unless Paul Magers says it's true. The new guy has big shoes to fill.

Even when I was a kid, I never liked The Cat in the Hat much. He was too naughty for me. And this movie has a built-in sequel: The Cat in the Hat Comes Back will be next.

Thank God! The road between downtown and the airport is open again at last! I'm sick of that freakin' detour.

Tomorrow is the big day. We're making the trip out to the Apple Store to buy chele an eMac! I'm more than excited..

That's what I've got! Tell me a story about your life. Ciao.

Ha ha! See what happens when you steal Christmas trees?!

The troubles just keep piling up for the Vikings

Reason #587 why I'm not still a teacher

My dad died eight years ago today. I never know what to call the day - you have a birthday, do you have a 'deathday' (which sounds a little morbid), a 'born to heaven' day (sounds too religious fanatic-y)? Whatever it's called, mostly it's just an 'I miss him' day.

I've got his sense of humor - and his sense of sarcasm, which often gets me into trouble! He was generous to a fault. He was open and trusting (a little too trusting, sometimes). He had a million friends, and he knew everyone in 'old' St. Paul. But mostly he was just the nicest, kindest man ever. Sure, he had his faults (don't we all) - but he made up for them just because he always TRIED so hard to make everything right. He was the absolute center of our family - as evidenced by the way we absolutely fell apart when he was gone. I wish you all could have known him. So I need to revisit this posting from August in his honor:

8/21/2003 6:41 PM

I hadn't heard this song in a long long time. We were going through iTunes yesterday (a very dangerous addiction - I don't know what's gonna happen when I get a iBook and an iTunes account of my own) and we came across this one. Dad used to listen to this album for hours and hours at a time - and sing along with it, as only he could. We used to hold our ears and complain - he had a unique style - a cross between off key singing and chanting (early Italian 'rapping'), and of course, lots of hand waving.. just like people from the old country do.
But we always quieted down when he sang this one. He sang this song to us - his girls. The loves of his life, the joys of his existence, the reasons he woke up every day. This one's for you, Mike:

You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.

You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree,
You're the Easter bunny to mommy and me.
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl.

You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.

You're the treasure I cherish so sparkling and bright,
You were touched by the holy and beautiful light.
Like angels that sing a heavenly thing,
And you're daddy's little girl.

Ciao, bellas

Oh, for the love of GOD.. Barney Fife was obviously running the jailhouse that day.

I always wondered if guys who were on Queer Eye reverted back to their pre-queer-eye ways. I guess some don't.

Eeeeek! Stop peeping in windows! We had a peeping tom in our neighborhood when I was growing up (and why do they call them peeping toms?). Everyone knew who it was, and the cops couldn't do anything unless they caught him doing it. Even now - several stories up above the city - I'm paranoid about closing window blinds.

That's what I've got this morning. Ciao, Bellas.

No. No. No.

A sad performance by the Vikings yesterday. How do we come back from this? I'd say that a game against Detroit next week should do it - but I'm afraid of jinxing us. I'm not quite ready to climb off the bandwagon yet.

Anyone going to ride on the Hiawatha Light-Rail Line? Anyone? Anyone?

Will Steger is going on another arctic expedition... follow along here.

When we were at the Mall this weekend we checked once again on the Purple People Eatery. Nothing yet! In fact, the sign that said that it was "coming soon" is no longer there. There were huge lines at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Restaurant (warning - LOUD audio), and Famous Dave's. There's another new one called Kokomo (or something like that - Bahamas theme), but there weren't too many people there. The Mall was so busy.. 2 more shopping trips out there (one for the eMac, one for power shopping with CuzGirl) and then it might have to be time for Mall-avoidance 'til after the holidays.

Ciao.

I'm watching the Vikings game - and we've been playing for about 10 minutes, and we've given up a TD and turned the ball over twice. I just. can't. take it. So Dame and I are gonna go have a little dinner (and yeah, I'll TiVo the game, because I can't take NOT watching it either...!) and conversation.

I'm making the big move to the eMac next weekend. We went to the Apple store yesterday and I played, played and played some more with one.. I'm pretty comfortable on them now (having also spent time playing on Mac's Mac). I'm most anxious to see what their iBlog software is like. Change is hard for me! But Mac promises that I'll like it even better.

We just recovered the ball - I've gotta go watch it with two eyes now. Ciao.

This is the article of the extremes. Hummer owners vs. Euphorians (a reference you'll understand only if you listen to Joe Soucheray). Bottom line - it's just a car people... calm down!

And this is the most stupid article ever. I don't know why it bothers me. It just does.

That's all I've got for now. Maybe a little more later.

Listening to Heart "These Dreams" on Yahoo radio... It's instantly 1985, The year of YoungM (soon to be known as EvilYoungM!) and hanging out at WA's. Amazing how music can instantly transport you back to moments frozen in time. Have you songs that do that for you?

Hee Hee - only in France!

Now, what were those three words again? Oh yes - guilty. as. charged.

Thanks, Michael Jackson's Dad, for clearing up my confusion as to the difference between a whipping and a beating. No wonder Jacko is wacko!

Ever wonder what you would look like if you were made entirely of Legos? I did, and this is what I came up with.


Why do they even have to remind us to stay off the ice every year? I think we should start the cheleblog tally of how many dolts crash thru the ice on snowmobiles. Yep. The minute all the lakes freeze over, it's going up on the sidebar.

I'm gonna do a little cleaning and then it's off to the mall. A girl needs to do a little shopping now and then. Have an excellent day.

Yeeesh. It was a brutal Wild game last night. We looked really sluggish. I wasn't looking for a win - but still... you'd like to see them play a little better.

Wynonna is busted for DUI. Take a look at this scary mug shot!

Construction started yesterday! Well, demolition anyway. I'm tired of planning, planning, planning this whole thing. Time to build something. And that's all I've got, boys and girls. Have an adequate day.

Eureka! I've found it - the greatest cartoon website ever

I accomplished much yesterday afternoon, so I'm feeling a little more caught up - which translates to a little less stressed out about work. Always looking to achieve that balance, you know.

Going to the Wild game tonight against Edmonton. We've never beaten them in the regular season, so I'm not going in with high expectations. But hey - it's hockey!

Have an excellent day. Ciao.

Special Bonus Story

A few minutes ago, there was a knock at my door. I answered it, and it was my neighbor, who was generously bringing me some muffins she'd just made. We did a little chit chat, I thanked her, closed the door, put the muffins in the kitchen. Then I walked past the mirror. I realized this is what I was wearing:

grey sweatpants, large ink stain on knee -
sky blue sports bra -
loose black long sleeve t-shirt with "princess" in pink sparkly letters -
green corduroy shirt with Betty Boop cartoon on left pocket, and "I'm not in the mood" on right pocket -
burgundy socks -
orange knit slippers -

And then I realized that my neighbor actually SAW me in this oh-so-glamorous outfit. Why oh why don't they create the "Queer Eye for the Straight Girl" Show? I guess because the title isn't quite as catchy.

High Fashioningly Yours,
chele

I am working half the day in the office, half the day at home. As I've said, this project takes every single second of my time, and there is - literally - no time for anything else. So I'm bringing the bills home, putting on a pot of coffee, and coding, coding, coding. And then I have to play "define the access levels". We're an entirely card-reader-based access office. Cool, because no door keys to worry about, and if one gets lost we fine 'em $35 and turn off the old card - no re-key necessary. Bad because I have to think so hard about who's allowed where, and when. Which doors lock/unlock automatically? And at what time? Luckily, I mostly just have to think about it ONE time - once it's decided, it's pretty automatic.
I realize that none of you care about this, but it's my blog and if I want to use it for thinking aloud purposes I will. A glimpse into the chelebrain thinking is just one of the added services we offer here!

RIP Art Carney

Holy Hannah! Does Larry Flynt have nude photos of everyone?? And where does he get them??

One more reason why cats are better than kids: Issy won't ever argue with me, pull a gun, and shoot me. And if he did - well - they'd have to write a big story about it.

What. the. hell.

Maybe I'll write a little more when I get home this afternoon. Or maybe not. That's the beauty of cheleblog...you just don't know! (I'm just punchy... pay no attention to me.)

Ciao, babies.

I think all the internet issues are now resolved... At least I hope that's the case.

Oh, no... Not Tony Danza. Please.

I can't tell if Straight Plan for the Gay Man will be really funny or really stoooopid.

I don't think this will effect most of us much. I'm not quite willing to give up my land line yet (not until they give me wireless TiVo)- but I like the idea of being able to keep my cell number if I switch providers... not that I would. I've had Sprint for 6 years now, and I've had good service.

Ugh. Not Al Franken. Please.

I got some new music last night -Baby Fox, Tanya Donnelly, and one more whose name completely escapes me at the moment. (chemo-brain, you know...) All very good. It's good to know a boy with excellent musical taste!

So I'm back online, Baby! Have an excellent day. Ciao.

Last night (and possibly today) was the hugest exercise in frustration. I've got a slow internet connection, and f'ed up problems with e-mail. And now I know how much I rely on those connections all.the.time. So I spent what seemed like hours (it was more like half-hours) on the phone with Comcast support, pinging and tracing and whatnot. I talked to 3 different people, 2 guys and one girl. I believe that only the girl knew what she was really talking about. And after all that, I still don't know if the problem is on my end or the network - I think it's the network. Oy.

So I'm not even gonna post anything else, and I'm gonna try to get this up. Hopefully I'll be back online, surfing at "blinding fast speeds" later today.

I'm not normally a big fan of the college football - but I did catch most of the last quarter of the Gopher-Badger game yesterday. How exciting! That kid will remember that kick for the rest of his life.

It's been 40 years since that day in Dallas. I was almost 3, and I remember that my mom was ironing sheets (!) and I was playing fort under the ironing board. Then I remember her crying - which upset me, because mom never cried. (my dad, the emotional italian, on the other hand... cried during particularly poignant Hallmark commercials....!) I vaguely remember watching the funeral as well.

I don't have a bad commute to work now. The worst one was when I lived in Inver Grove and commuted to Minnetonka (26 miles). Now it's 9.9 miles, virtually all of it freeway, so in the morning it's about 10 minutes. Until we get better public transportation - or a lot more HOV lanes - I'm staying put!

The Christmas decorations are starting to appear. The first place I saw them was at Petsmart, a few days before Halloween.
:: sigh :: the holidays. Since all of the family hoo-ha, I really, really dislike the season. Not all of it... I like seeing the decorations once they're all up, and the bustle and activity at the malls. I don't like all the forced expectations.. The "I'm giving you a present because I have to and it's expected" thing. Sister2 used to actually TELL people that she didn't like what they gave her - that they didn't spend enough. In our family, towards the end, it was all about the amount you spent on people. Then it was all about how I wasn't welcome at "their" celebration.. because suddenly, somehow, I was unceremoniously tossed out (and that was before all the other issues surfaced!). And while I have others in my wider-circle family who are kind and loving and always include me - all the season really does is reinforce the fact that my family of origin has made the conscious decision to exclude me.
And if they suddenly extended the olive branch tomorrow? (which would only happen if, indeed, aliens abducted them and replaced them with exact replicants) - I still wouldn't go. Because I've gotten out of the old patterns of relating to them (thanks to years of Jen-visits) - and I know they haven't. It would still be the same abusive patterns, and I won't do that to myself again. Being "orphaned" is hard sometimes, yes.. but it's far and away better than being treated like shit.

Well, ho-lee-hannah! I don't know where all that came from!
There is something very, very strange in my internet connection right now - I'm going to go try to upload all this and reset everything. 2 weeks 'til the eMac.. I can hardly wait. I wish you an excellent day!

Ciao, babies.

UPDATE - Comcast support rocks! Everyone should use them.

Someone needs to explain to me how this is possible. I went to bed at 3:00 AM. I woke up at 6:00 to feed the kitties (opening only one eye during the entire process, so as to remain as asleep as possible). I woke up at 8:30 AM - wide awake. Now, I realize that during the week, I often only sleep for about 5 hours or so - but I usually make up for that on the weekends. I think it's finally happened. I broke my sleep-thingie. Soon I will require no sleep whatsoever.

Went to Cleveland Wok last night.. There's no website, or even a decent description of the place anywhere. Right in the middle of Highland Village, across from the theater. THE greatest buffet ever. Chinese Beef & Potatos = ohmigod good. AND so very cheap! $7.95 for all-you-can-eat. I hadn't been there in years.. you know we'll be back there again soon.

It's a miracle! (but nice doctor, there. "well, I thought she was dead...")

Trying to figure out where the best place is to watch eclipse tonight. I'm turning into an astro-geek.

Only saw about 2 seconds of the Wild game, but we looked good and we won.

How does someone just disappear?

More later. Ciao, bellas.

So we've reached the end of the solar system. What comes after that? It's questions like this that make my head explode! But check out the pictures and other cool facts about Voyager 1.

There's gonna be a new Partridge Family series on VH1? I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Natalie unceremoniously ganked it from Tanya.. and I, in turn, copied it from her. This is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. I am Sagittarius, and I now have bad self-esteem.

AQUARIUS (1/20-2/10) You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you are a jerk.
PISCES (2/19-3/20) You have a vivid imagination and often think you are being followed by the FBI & CIA. You have minor influence on your friends and people resent you for flaunting your power. You lack confidence and are generally a dipshit.
ARIES (3/21-4/19) You are the pioneer type and think most people are dickheads. You are quick tempered, impatient and scornful of advice. You are a jerk.
TAURUS (4/20-5/20) You are practical and persistent. You have dogged determination and work like hell. Most people think you are stubborn and bull-headed. You are nothing but a communist.
GEMINI (5/21-6/20) You are a quick and intelligent thinker. People like you because you are bisexual. You are inclined to expect too much for too little. This means you are a cheap bastard.
CANCER (6/21-7/22) You are sympathetic and understanding to other peopleˆ¢s problems which means you are a sucker. You are always putting things off which is why you will always be on welfare and wonˆ¢t be worth anything. Everyone in prison is a Cancer.
LEO (7/23-8/22) You consider yourself a born leader. Others think you are an idiot. Most Leoˆ¢s are bullies. You are vain and cannot tolerate honest criticism. Leo people are thieving and spend most of their time kissing mirrors.
VIRGO (8/23-9/22) You are the logical type and hate disorder. This nitpicking is sickening to your friends. You are cold and unemotional and often fall asleep during sex. Virgos make good bus drivers and pimps.
LIBRA (9/23-10/22) You are the artistic type and have a difficult time with reality. If youˆ¢re male, youˆ¢re probably queer. Chances for employment and monetary gain are nil. Most Libra women are sluts. All Libras die of sexually transmitted diseases.
SCORPIO (10/23-11/21) The worst of the lot. You are shrewd in business and cannot be trusted. You shall achieve the pinnacle of success because of your total lack of ethics. You are a SOB. Most Scorpios are murdered.
SAGITTARIUS (11/22-12/21) You are optimistic and enthusiastic. You have a reckless tendency to rely on luck because you have no talent. The majority of Sagittarians are drunks. Nixon was a Sagittarius. You are not worth the time of day.
CAPRICORN (12/22-1/19) You are conservative and afraid of taking risks. You are basically a chicken. There has never been a Capricorn of any importance You should kill yourself.

Thank God we're at the end of the week again. I always feel a little bad about just wishing weeks away - makes me feel like I'm rushing through life, and I'd hate to miss anything - but man, it's a struggle to not have the job suck the life right out of me. So far, so good (and now I think there's just one person not talking to me anymore, down from 3 earlier in the week..) but like I said, I'm glad for a couple of days away from it.

Ciao. Be good.

It's 14 degrees out there! Eeeeeek!

The good-looking Righteous Brother died. And yes, of course, I love "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling". What girl doesn't?

The Rosie O'Donnell thing is turning into a big old ugly cat fight.

These made me laugh and - yes - spit coffee on the monitor. (link via Freakgirl)

Look for Woodstock statues around St. Paul next summer. I still think that Pigpen would be better.

Who carries $30K in loose diamonds around with him?

I was a sicklet girl last night - maybe it's the job stress, who knows? I have eleventy hundred meetings today, though, so I can't NOT go in to the office. Issy-Cat doesn't like it when I'm sick - he came completely unglued. He spent the evening rushing around, trying to destroy things. I caught him trying to get between the monitor and the keyboard on my desk. Space there: about 6". Width of Issy's big ol' kitty-ass: considerably more than that. Do the math. Then he decided that it was his job to take all the CDs down off the shelf - one CD case at a time. I didn't even know he was capable of doing this. He didn't settle down until I crawled into bed - at which point, he promptly curled up in the middle of all the blankets and fell asleep. Whatevah. (yes, I complain. but look how adorable he can be)

Had a little dinner at Zelo last night, with some of the designer-types. Good food, and they're pretty friendly. Network, network.

David Letterman will be a very cool dad.

I watched 8 Simple Rules last night - wept like a baby. They played the losing-the-father piece very well. I know - I've been down that road. It was a lot better than I expected... but it was a tribute show. You could tell there was a lot of genuine emotion there. Time will tell what the show will be like without its main character.

The Yahoo word of the day is exonerate. Definition - to free from blame. Except at our house. My dad used to say he was "exonerated" when he meant "exhausted" (hey - he didn't speaka da English well 'til he was in his teens!). So that was my Mike moment of the day ::smile::

It looks like the Vikings are working on their defense.

Gotta go. Have an excellent day. Ciao!

Okay - so there was a little snow yesterday. We don't have to get all sad about it, do we?
Oh yes we do. I hate snow! Why do I live here again?!?

And what I don't understand is that people forget how to drive the minute a single flake hits the ground. I wisely avoided the freeways on the way home. It took about 45 minutes (in the mornings - before God is awake - it only takes 20), but I got to keep moving the entire time. Nothing drives me crazier than SITTING in traffic on the freeway.

Ewwww. It's South St. Paul, folks. There are NO beautiful people in South St. Paul.

Awww - That's a shame. Not at all. (and again, the word "fracas" gets used in a story).

The project from hell goes on and on. As of yesterday, the official count of people who are no longer speaking to me at work: 3. But the rule of "Do I need you, or do you need me?" applies here. See, I'm the one who makes the phones (regular and cellular) and the access cards work. Chances are they'll need me to fix one of those items someday. And then they'll have to come and talk to me. And then they'll feel all weird and awkward about it. Never fails. It's just work, people. No-more than that. In some cases, it's just furniture that you sit on at work. It's not your real life. Get a grip.

Ciao.

Well, this is too early to be awake. Four hours of sleep? Not nearly enough.

The Vikings just didn't play well last night. It was as though their defense didn't show up. Sad, sad, sad.

That's about all I've got. New week at work, new chaos surrounding the project. And I have to decide when I'm going to deal with going to that most-feared-place-on-earth, the dentist. (it's too bad. she really IS a nice person, and the rest of her staff are great too. funny how one sick sonofabitch old-man dentist can ruin your dental visits for life.)

Ciao, Bellas.

Eeeek! A shark!

You know what? let's pull out of Iraq and let Saddam back in again... then let's see how the citizens who were "proudly showing off blackened pieces of wreckage to arriving reporters" do. Remember how Saddam goes after his own people, you idiots? grrrr.

See how for a minute there I was in a bad mood from the news? It's going to be better now, I promise.

Indeed, the Wild are enjoying quite a run! Great game last night.

And speaking of last night, I got to see a couple episodes of Monster Garage. As far as I can tell, it's all about chopping a car apart and then welding various things back on to it, so as to transform the car from its original use into something completely different. Only thing is, about half the time it doesn't all work in the end. But guys seem to really like this.

Much as I'd love to be at the Vikings game in person, I'll have to content myself with watching it on TV. I do, however, have the TiVo set to record Malcolm in the Middle, because the love of my life (David Cassidy) appears on tonight's episode.

I need to start my errands. Have an excellent day. Go Vikes!

Did you see this footage on the news? It really did look like a movie. Now, how many of us think that a good conceal/carry law would have prevented that? Anyone? (notice how feisty I am so early on a Saturday morning...)

Three words: Guilty. As. Charged.

Pretty soon he won't be allowed to perform anywhere. And then he'll just go away. And that would be okay.

Dennis Miller does CNBC.

Mr. Gallart, I would get you a new cell phone. Don't stick your ARM down a toilet to get the old one. Ewwwwwww.

We've got Gaborik back. And now all is right with my Wild.

Oooh, yes, Mr. Mound Teenager, you are very scary and satanic... wearing your designer clothes and driving mommy and daddy's new SUV. That's just my favorite thing - when these little white-bread suburbia kids think they are livin' the gangsta life. Idiots.

I really am a little crabby today, news-wise, anyway... I'm going to have a little more coffee and try to just get happy, dammit! Ciao, bellas.