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Sticky Note Post
Mar. 7th, 2011 07:23 pmI've filled up a sticky note with things I could theoretically post about, so here goes:
Hair: Still growing it out, seems to be moving along much slower than it did previously. Currently looks even worse than the last time I complained about it. I'm starting to see myself in my dreams with long hair, so I'm not going to quit.
Girl Scout Cookies: Last year, I put a sleeve of thin mints in the freezer, and managed to keep them there till summer. I don't think it's going to happen again. I see that mint-flavored crack and IMUSTEATITNOW.
Politics: I wish I had a red Bucky Badger sweatshirt or something I could wear around to show my solidarity. I've never had a union job, but I know plenty of people who do.
Dreamwidth: I think I'm finally going to have to get a Dreamwidth account. Not because I plan to post there, but because I'm sick of seeing locked, cross-posted entries where I can't read the comments.
Smartphone: Makes me feel very unsmart. When we were getting our phones a couple months ago, cell phone guy at the Verizon kiosk was saying what our plans would be, how much talk and data we'd have, and I'm just standing there like Simple Dog and hoping Luke would understand. Well, Luke didn't pick up all that much more about it than I did. So now we're stuck with phones I for one can't comprehend, and a plan that might not be right for our needs.
What's the difference between an app and a widget? Seriously, I don't know.
We each downloaded a game called WordUp, it's just like Boggle, and highly addicting. We both played it constantly, until we got messages from Verizon that we were about to have an "overage". They didn't say exactly what that means. Is the time spent playing games the same as time spent texting, or tweeting, or Facebooking, or reading a map for directions? Seriously, I do not know. Times like this I feel like I should go live in the woods and bang sticks together, because I can understand sticks. It takes me 20 minutes to try to type out a two line text message. How the hell do those kids do it?
Potlatch: Was this past weekend. We didn't miss it. Luke was up to his eyeballs in schoolwork, and I was just, meh. I looked at the photos posted and didn't feel any pangs of longing. We do love our Bay Area friends though, and we'll see them all at Wiscon.
That's all for now. It wasn't a very big sticky note...
Hair: Still growing it out, seems to be moving along much slower than it did previously. Currently looks even worse than the last time I complained about it. I'm starting to see myself in my dreams with long hair, so I'm not going to quit.
Girl Scout Cookies: Last year, I put a sleeve of thin mints in the freezer, and managed to keep them there till summer. I don't think it's going to happen again. I see that mint-flavored crack and IMUSTEATITNOW.
Politics: I wish I had a red Bucky Badger sweatshirt or something I could wear around to show my solidarity. I've never had a union job, but I know plenty of people who do.
Dreamwidth: I think I'm finally going to have to get a Dreamwidth account. Not because I plan to post there, but because I'm sick of seeing locked, cross-posted entries where I can't read the comments.
Smartphone: Makes me feel very unsmart. When we were getting our phones a couple months ago, cell phone guy at the Verizon kiosk was saying what our plans would be, how much talk and data we'd have, and I'm just standing there like Simple Dog and hoping Luke would understand. Well, Luke didn't pick up all that much more about it than I did. So now we're stuck with phones I for one can't comprehend, and a plan that might not be right for our needs.
What's the difference between an app and a widget? Seriously, I don't know.
We each downloaded a game called WordUp, it's just like Boggle, and highly addicting. We both played it constantly, until we got messages from Verizon that we were about to have an "overage". They didn't say exactly what that means. Is the time spent playing games the same as time spent texting, or tweeting, or Facebooking, or reading a map for directions? Seriously, I do not know. Times like this I feel like I should go live in the woods and bang sticks together, because I can understand sticks. It takes me 20 minutes to try to type out a two line text message. How the hell do those kids do it?
Potlatch: Was this past weekend. We didn't miss it. Luke was up to his eyeballs in schoolwork, and I was just, meh. I looked at the photos posted and didn't feel any pangs of longing. We do love our Bay Area friends though, and we'll see them all at Wiscon.
That's all for now. It wasn't a very big sticky note...
