July 12th, 2006

product of society

Party Pooper

this is my short intro.

When I start up iTunes, it tells me that there's a new version. I should upgrade now. The last time I upgraded, half of my mp3s wouldn't go onto my iPod anymore. This was to protect me from inadvertently owning copy protected files. This is how my computer helps me these days. "Help" has become a synonym for
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Imagine, if you will, Audrey Hepburn on a Stairmaster... [now with cat!]

i tried. loaded up the ipod, dug out my running shoes and went upstairs to the gym. got on the stupid elliptical machine, entered height, weight and age (5'9, 100 pounds, 19) and pushed the "fat burner" button. (for the record, i lied to the elliptical machine, i'm 5'7, 11something pounds and GASP almost 27. but there's no reason for that sadistic machine to know that.)

i tried. i really did. i grooved, sang along and pedaled into the void for an hour (10 minutes) before i gave up. sweating, panting, sweating, did i mention sweating, and i'm not even having an orgasm? 10 minutes of torture and i managed to burn off a whole Oreo cookie?!

no thank you gym gods, no thank you.

so i did what any reasonable woman would do.

i came home, opened a bottle of wine, had a cigarette and flipped though Vogue.

i already feel better.

taea_dol, here.

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myblackass' reinterpretation of Materazzi's denial of calling Zidane a terrorist

"I don't know what an Islamic terrorist is. You see, ladies and gentlemen, I'm just a caveman. I fell on some ice and later got thawed out by the fine folks at FIFA. Your world frightens and confuses me! Sometimes the honking horns of your traffic make me want to get out of my Lambroghini and run off into the hills, or wherever.. Sometimes when I get a message on my Blackberry, I wonder: "Did little demons get inside and type it?" I don't know! My primitive mind can't grasp these concepts. But there is one thing I do know - when a man like my Zidane doesn't appreciate when I tweak his nipple, then he should expect his mother to be called a "dirty terrorist," or "Algerian terrorist whore," or whatever. Thank you."

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QWP from this locked post by lunar_endeavor:

Midyear review today. This is, as ever, a time for reflection and contemplation as I contemplate how I've grown and improved in the half-year. Some particulars:

1. attention to detail: especially as regards office politics.
2. flexibility & adaptability: noting how office politics cause my manager to give me terrible advice on how to pursue a particular project; pursuing it properly and finding an innocent way of dropping this into conversation.
3. integrating feedback: juggling constantly-changing demands which often contradict the whims of the previous draft/week/weather trend.
4. understanding of our products: which of our authors do we really, really hate?
5. comfortable working as a team: nothing brings us together like being driven to drink.
6. better understanding of corporate culture: particularly its stunning inefficiency stemming from deep-seated self-loathing but sustained by employees' need to make money; also how one defends questionable choices (paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to a lobbying firm that is now connected with a massive political corruption scandal) by controlling output of information (one hasty explanation email at beginning of problem followed by deafening silence as further information comes to light).
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Innoculation Against Viral Marketing

Over in cyberpunk, they've been spammed, and animakitty takes umbrage thusly:
sulleneveryday: you can't spell, your solicitous posts are flamebait, and hundreds of people want to strangle you with your severed ethernet cord. Spamming Livejournal in a desperate last-ditch effort to find a chump with taste bad enough to buy your garbage is reason enough for me to hope you commit emokku with a box-cutter. You are a waste of molecular motion. Your constituent atoms loathe themselves for composing you.

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Owlet: It's funny that you have packed Papa Bag, Mama Bag, and Baby Bag, and that Mama Bag is the one with your clothes.
Kitsune puts Baby Bag inside Mama Bag.
Owlet: Ooo! And now Mama Bag has gone all wombly!
Kitsune: Euw!
Owlet: I made that word up.
Kitsune: I know.

snowy_owlet, here