I’m so totally inexcusably late on the whole “digg” thing ... I know, 2006 called, they want their website back. But I’m trying to learn, I want to know more about social networking, it’s good for my job and my big fat computer butt.
Today I got my first shitty comment on a submission, something I was prepared for, but still. It brought me back to my days working retail when every bunghole that can’t afford therapy takes their repressed anger out on the sales associate at the Gap.
I’m too old to let things bother me and ruin my day anymore. It’s kind of like, “what? ouch. oh. haha. fuck off. haha. ... toodling on with my day.”
But then! My client, who is precious and patient and deserving of awesome, speedy service—well, I cleared off my afternoon to get her blog implemented and polished up. But the internet was still being a dick to me! For three hours it was mayhem, nothing went right, nothing. And nothing was my fault. Just ... one of those days.
So my dear client was understanding and gracious and told me to enjoy a glass of wine, thank you, I will, and I turn to some random web surfing and discover this video. And all is right with me and the internet again, I heart you so.
Which way is the dancer spinning? If you see her going clockwise, you’re right-brained. Counter clockwise? You guessed correctly: left brained. View full article here.
Update: I’m definitely right brained. I have been staring at it all night and can’t make it go counter clockwise for the life of me.
I’m a fairly ginormous bah humbug when it comes to Valentine’s Day. I used to be way into it when I was younger, but now it just feels like pressure. Showing love and affection and making a big whoopdie doo about going out to dinner well, that should be habitual. Life is too short to express love just once a year for the purpose of boosting retail revenues. And I almost feel like holidays such as this make it OK for it NOT to be habitual.
But I have to say, I’m still a sucker for a Valentine bouquet no matter what I might tell you otherwise. I tell Brian not to bother, but then he does. Which is one reason why I love him.
Before we get too mooshy now, I did quizz him about the card. I am a clever, clever girl and the best of them have failed to get one past me.
Me: “What does it say?”
Him: “.....”
Me: “Lynn (our florist and a girl I went to high school with) wrote this didn’t she?”
Him: “Uh, ... I wanted her to say ‘To my special lady ...’”
Me: “Stop. I prefer what’s on the card to whatever you’re about to say.”
Him: “What does it say?”
Me: “I love you with all my heart.”
And this is where I forgave him for being a tool:
Him: “Well she told me she was going to write ‘I love you with all my weiner.’”
Me: Family is doing great. My dad retired last year and my mom is still kicking ass. My sister is in San Francisco, she’s a makeup artist.
What about you?
Him: Tell your folks hello and thanks for putting up with me all those times…remember when I fell off the dugout and cracked my ribs on the keg, then passed out on your front lawn?
