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November 30, 2002
Huzzah! Jeffiner's getting married!
I am very, very happy my sister is getting married. I believe I have appropriate awe for her stunningly enormous diamond, her delightfully hilarious fiancée <which I love to pronounce 'FEE-ahnss' because it's fun> and for the institution of 'getting everyone in your immediate surroundings to just fork over money until everything is over.'
But, because of her impending doom...er...nuptials, I spent the day looking for bridesmaids dresses in Schaumburg. the intestinal disease that is schaumburg. the horror that is schaumburg. the impossible nightmare that is....schaumburg.
If I didn't already feel dead, I'd beg for y'all to just kill me.
that said, I found a dress that looks fabulous. it'll look better when it's altered and made of black matte satin, instead of the HUGE copper-colored size 10 they had at the store. seriously, you could fit a whole 'nother person in this one with me:
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oh yeah - there's also a pleated bustle and a train. it's hilarious. <Confidential to Jack: this dress, with a matching veil and a pair of handcuffs, would be the perfect gown for that dream halloween wedding you've been planning....if your bride-to-be is 34-24-34, I'll lend it to her for the big night>
and now, it's time for a long, hot, eucalyptus bath and a good scotch.
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November 28, 2002
Oh where have you been, darling picturepicture?
I suppose y'all wondering where I've been? well, I'll tell ya -
That hard drive that's been giving me trouble over the past year finally gave up the ghost <just *days* after I accepted a new freelance-work-at-home project, of corpse> and I had to figure out how to get the new harddrive working with my peripherals.
and from that statement, I suppose you figured out I don't have a mac. I have an m.c.. which is short for 'my computer, which sucks, but which I can't afford to replace with something that doesn't suck'
strangely enough, everything worked perfectly once I upgraded to xp. seriously. even things that weren't working before are now humming along nicely - except for the printer, which skips the middle paragraph of anything I try to print...but that's okay. I'm not printing anything important, these days.
I suppose this means I'll be taking Andrew up on his offer to help me move from hand-coding to moveable type, finally. perhaps I'll muster up a new design, while I'm at it...wish me/us luck!
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November 19, 2002
Jabberwocky, indeed.
Get this. I have a job already. Okay, it's not full-time or anything, but I'm designing/building a website for a company, not even 3 days after becoming unemployed. How's that for lucky?
And if you-all want to see Harry Potter, wait for the video. so you can fast forward through the stupid quidditch scene and all those embarrassingly bad Branaugh bits. I hope Emma sees it, just so she can get in her laughs.
and remember, it's beware the jubjub bird and shun the frubious bandersnatch. Not the other way around.
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November 15, 2002
why do we have jobs again?
okay, so I guess *today* is my last day at work. I thought it was gonna be tuesday. well. you know, even though I hate being broke, I do like being unemployed, sometimes. Matinees. Cemetery-walking during non-rush hours. Sleeping late and waking up to take a long hot bath with a cuppa tea and stack of magazines. hmm...why do we have jobs again? oh yes. the money. right.
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November 13, 2002
Empty Dream Room
I can't decide if my dream was a good dream, or a bad dream. I dreamt that I was driving along my street with my grown-up friends from grammar school, hanging out windows and being generally silly.
We pull up in front of my parent's house, in hopes of lunching before nipping downtown on the train. But littered about the lawn are bits and pieces from the house--a garage sale, of sorts, with furniture and fabrics that I don't recognize from my real life, but I recognize as my bedroom suite and some of my clothes and old computer-y things from my dream world.
I can't quite figure out who's selling my stuff, but I'm not too concerned - in the light, on the lawn, everything looks all faded and wickery and odd.
I'm distressed to see how empty my suite is, however, when I get inside to survey the damage. Of course, it's a dream, so my friends and I picnic on the floor and giggle, but I can't help but feel wistful about my empty dream room, now.
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November 11, 2002
Dungeonable
word of the day: dungeonable: Shrewd, or as the vulgar express it, devilish.
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November 06, 2002
Being Thankful
Things I am thankful for (in no particular order):
CTA passengers who understand that escalators are meant to be climbed, not ridden.
rain
former lovers who come out of the woodwork at exactly the right time.
ethernet
amazing book recommendations from strangers who read my website (God Shaped Hole is amazing. read it in tandem with America the Beautiful and you've got a bird's eye view into my warped relationship fantasy world. fantasy doesn't mean 'good', by the way)
forgiveness
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November 04, 2002
The plaguenation of a clicketing capelthwaite
words of the day:
capelthwaite: In the county of Westmoreland . . . there was formerly a belief in the existence of a being called a capelthwaite. he had the power of appearing in the form of any quadraped, but usually chose that of a large black dog. Fifty years ago [from 1879, that is..ed.] there was, perhaps still is, in the parish of Beetham, near the town of Milnthorpe, a barn called Capelthwaite Barn, as having been the residence of such a being. He was very well disposed towards the occupants of the barn . . .[but] towards all other persons he appears to have been very spiteful and mischevious . . .A man of the neighborhood who returned home late at night, tipsy, assured his wife that he had met the capelthwaite, who threw him over a hedge and deprived him of his articles of dress.
plaguenation: A barbarously formed substitute for damnation
clicketing: A fox is said to go a-clicketing when he is desirous of copulation.
let's all send me a quick sentence, using all three, shall we?