June 30th, 2002


some stuffs

I spent about half an hour in the kitchen this morning, waiting for the coffee to brew, trying to wake up after too little sleep, too much pain, far too much dreaming, and not enough actual *rest* showing my mom and my sister how I can move my pinky toe independently of the rest of the my toes.
Try it.
You don't actually have a feeling like you've got any muscular control over it... it seems more like you're willing it to move with the power of your mind and it is powerless in the face of your awesome control.
We discussed wether or not one of my toes was broken (we decided that it wasn't because it never bruised up really badly and I can still move it), the comparitive length of toes and whos feet our feet looked more like, our mom's or dad's.

And then we reiterated that neither of us were actually my father's children.
Wendy was adopted, I'm the mailman's daughter.

So then I decide to clean out the spam I've been trying to eradicate from my free webmail adress (no, not the one that Karl so wonderfully graciously offered and gave totally free along with FTP access and a webspace just becuase he's a wonderful darling fantabulous person) and kept encountering crap like this at the unsubscribe sites:

"Your unsubscribe request for email address 'flapdoodle@insanity.net' has been successfully received.
Please allow 5-6 days for your email to be completely removed from the system."

"Your request has been received. Please note that it may take 2-3 busines days to process."

I have to allow them time to get my nefariously gathered email address off their mailing lists?
Why? This makes *no* sense to me.
It's not as if there's an actual person handling this and taking my email off each list one by one. Or are there just *that* damned many lists with my email added to them?

My sister has sullied my home with Sponge Bob Square pants stickers ('but he's soooo cute!' guh .. I've decided she's *right*.. we aren't related...) and asked me at least 4 different times this morning if she could borrow this or that book from me, conveniently forgetting the 30 or so books she's already borrowed and never returned.

So. Drinking coffee, exploiting Karl's FTP, waiting for Dan's recently broken up bootay to come over here so I can goof off in his presence and make him feel better about having to break it off with a militant feminist, left wing, vegan, Green Party, Nader adoring, Chomsky cannonizing, non shaving chick. ::Nod::
I could just rent Dusk Til Dawn and point out that she NEVER would have watched it with him.

OH! Collapse )

I'm going to continue the methodical DRAINING of Karl's FTP.

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If you took goofy lil snapshots of your friends or a lot of self pics with a webcam and treat them like they were actual difficult photography?

Would you call yourself a 'web designer' or 'graphic artist' becuase you drew a really really really bad picture or two when you were 14 and are now taking a community college class using corel?

Would you post a link to a site you 'designed' that is nothing more than a big blue photoshopped X on a black background and a list of links in a PHOTOGRAPHY community and then get bitchy when people asked you WHY?

Would you break your arm patting yourself on the back for learning how to process black and white film (at school.. ya know.. where they teach you how.....) in the school provided dark room with the school provided enlarger, paper, chemicals and instructions?

people annoy me.
People with no talent who think they're artists annoy me even more.