Gucci, Gucci, Gu...

I have this bad habbit of setting a budget in my head, then getting to a store and automatically adding about $100 to it. Case in point: On Sunday I went to the mall to find a nice slim-cut white dress shirt. These are very hard to come by, for some reason. My only luck was in the Gucci boutique.

The first shirt I was shown was "the classic Gucci that everyone tries to copy." It cost about $400.

"I'm not looking to spend that much on it," I told my sales associate.
"How much are you looking to spend?" she asked.
"About $200."

This was entirely untrue! I was planning on about $100 less than that. I just can't help myself. So she brought me out a shirt in, or maybe slightly above, my new price range. Of course that instantly added another $30 to my budget. - *sigh* - I'm never going to be good at saving money.

P.S. Gucci's costomer service was outstanding. She tipped me off that the shirt was going to go on sale the next day, took my credit card imprint and rung me up a day later with the sale price. Now they are shipping it for free to my house. I love the treatment :-)

November 26, 2002 | 5:23 PM | Link | 0 comments

Priceless.

Doesn't this make you glad they have opted out from testing humans to find the cause of homosexuality?

"The 'gay' sheep are strongly homosexual, Roselli said.

"'They don’t pair-bond,' he said. 'But they are exclusive. They don’t court or mate with females. They only court and mate with males.'

"First the scientists watched the sheep to be sure of their behavior—something that cannot be done with humans. Then they took apart their brains."

I love the last line... delivered in such a casual tone.

November 22, 2002 | 5:22 PM | Link | 0 comments

Cool! or Eww! or something...

All I want to know is, why didn't the dog go all Cujo and try to chew through the walls—or at least eat the bodies!

November 22, 2002 | 4:25 PM | Link | 0 comments

Cough syrup is so 1999!

Ever seen that Apple switch ad with the 15 year old girl, Ellen Feiss, who seemed totally stoned in her commercial? Well if not, check it out 'cause it's pretty funny. 30 seconds of PC horror has made her an internet celebrity, not to mention movie and television offers. You can read all about it over at the Brown Daily Herald. They managed to get the first-ever interview with America's favorite little medicine cabinet.

Ah, to be a teenager.

November 22, 2002 | 10:02 AM | Link | 0 comments

God bless the animals.

My dinner tonight consisted merely of lamb, mint jelly, and champagne. Life is sweet.

November 20, 2002 | 8:13 PM | Link | 0 comments

I'm happy.

I was just given my review. I am now Senior Designer. I got a good raise too.

I'm buying some champagne tonight :-)

November 20, 2002 | 9:57 AM | Link | 0 comments

Wish me luck.

Today I receive my annual review at the office. Hopefully all will be great, and I'll get that promotion I was hinted to a couple months back.

Hopefully there will be a good raise involved too :-)

November 20, 2002 | 8:19 AM | Link | 0 comments

For it makes life worth living.

After a long day filled with major worries and minor obstacles, I'm glad I can come home to a good dinner and a wonderful glass of champagne. Everything is beautiful now.

November 19, 2002 | 7:13 PM | Link | 0 comments

The devil is in me.

Standing in the checkout line at Whole Foods Market, I notice the cover of Martha Stewart Living. My eyes start to swoon away to much less evil visions as they are captured by the title Truffles 101. "This could be useful," I think to myself. My left arm raises slowly away from my side, reaching into the unknown territory. "I'll just buy it. Maybe it will help me achieve a new level in chocolatiering. There's no harm in that. Besides, I can't be seen standing here flipping through Living." I proceed to lay the magazine down with my groceries, all the while telling myself that "It's going to be okay." Suddenly, with a twitch in my eye and a shuffle of papers, my hand is thrust away from the conveyor belt and back to the magazine rack. I then loudly speak, "No, I can't do it."

Realizing I had just vocalized my Martha Stewart issues to my neighbors in the checkout line, I turn a very deep shade of red. I didn't mean to say anything out loud. My only intention was to nonchalantly put the magazine back and carrying on with my day. Of course I have to make an ass of myself instead.

I'm just glad it wasn't the cute checkout boy this time!

November 18, 2002 | 10:51 AM | Link | 0 comments

Wisdom & Logic.

"since MARIAH CAREY has named her new album CHARM BRACELET, i wonder if CHRISTINA AGUILERA will call her latest album PEARL NECKLACE ?"

— RuPaul

November 13, 2002 | 12:47 PM | Link | 0 comments

We apologize for the inconvenience.

I would like to take a moment to apologize to all the epileptics who may have been adversely affected by my new splash page.

November 10, 2002 | 9:23 PM | Link | 0 comments

I will be your camel.

No matter how many times I hear it, this song never fails to make me laugh.

November 8, 2002 | 3:53 PM | Link | 0 comments

Your turn.

After a while, you've just got to give up and let someone else do the work for a change.

November 8, 2002 | 12:30 AM | Link | 0 comments

Die another day.

I awoke this morning feeling great! It's strange how your body can be taken over by something and feel so terrible for such a short time.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was nauseas, feverish, my whole body ached, and my head was pounding. Finally I fell back to sleep, and rose this morning to find all of my symptoms had vanished. I think it was just my lunch yesterday; it must have been bad.

See you at electroluxe :-)

November 7, 2002 | 9:29 AM | Link | 0 comments

Of restlessness, nausea.

Feeling ill earlier, I decided to call it a night at 7pm. I knew I would end up waking up in the middle of the night and find myself unable to sleep any more. I guess I was just hoping that sleep would make me feel better. It hasn't.

Of all the symptoms of all the illnesses I've ever had, nausea is the one I dislike the most. It always feels like it will never end. I can't get comfortable in any position I try—how can you when you feel like you are about to vomit?

I doubt I'll get much more sleep. I doubt I'll feel better by morning, but I am making myself promise I will go into work tomorrow. Maybe if I actually vomit there I will come home, but I'll at least bring work home with me.

Another thing I'm worried about is the fact that I may get even more sick by tomorrow evening, and as a consequence can't go to electroluxe. Electroluxe is very important to my friends who put it on, so it's important to me. I've never missed a single one, and I really can't miss this one since it is sort of a milestone for the club.

Nausea really sucks. It always makes me worry. I've spared you from the most morbid of my nausea-induced anxiety. It really does freak me out and get my mind racing.

Nausea also makes me babble.

November 7, 2002 | 1:23 AM | Link | 0 comments

It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

I'm beginning the process of upgrading my web hosting package. Since the new plans are hosted on a different computer—and in an entirely different state, if I'm not mistaken—I have to go through the unnecessarily difficult process of changing my domain name to point to a new IP address. Hopefully all will go smoothly, but my site will probably be down for a few days.

Wish me luck. I have a feeling I'm going to need it.

November 6, 2002 | 11:06 AM | Link | 0 comments

Stick with the classics.

Tonight I'm going to go downtown and buy tickets to see Soft Cell on the third of December. I haven't heard their new album. I'm not rushing out to buy it. I guess I feel a little bit of why my friend isn't going to the concert—I'm afraid it will be bad.

Marc Almond's is one of my favorite voices, and I know that at least the voice will not dissapoint. Plus, if they play this song I can die happy.

November 4, 2002 | 2:20 PM | Link | 0 comments

Over and over again and again.

Have I ever told you how much DSL sucks? Perhaps I should refresh your memory. DSL SUCKS! With that info fresh in your mind, I'll update you on the latest happenings in my DSL saga.

The other night, while I was browsing the net, our DSL line crapped out again. I didn't change anything on my computer; I didn't do anything different. I was simply surfing pages and was suddenly cut off. I even went to check our other computer and it too had no connection. I put off calling SBC until the next night. I just didn't want to deal with them.

When I called the DSL provider and explained what happened, I explained that both computers lost their connection at the same time and that nothing had been changed. The other computer hadn't even been used. There was no way it could be a misconfiguration with the computer. Of course I had to check that anyway. He made me restart my computer, which did nothing but ruin my uptime. TCP/IP is completely dynamic on Macs, so restarting will do absolutely nothing.

He puts me on hold a couple of times, checking various things, for about two minutes each. The last time I was on hold, he lost our connection. All of the sudden I hear contemporary jazz coming from the earpiece, followed by the "voice of god" informing me that "Due to an unusually high call volume, your expected hold time is ten minutes."

Please listen to me when I tell you to never go DSL. They stick you in a contract and want to charge you several hundred dollars to get away from the service they fail to provide.

AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!

November 4, 2002 | 10:34 AM | Link | 0 comments

The morning after the night before.

The bleeping of my alarm awoke me this morning to a nasty hangover. "Why did I have those last three drinks?" I asked myself as I pushed the snooze button for the fourth time.

I didn't mean to go out. I was really tired, and was thinking about the fact that I was to start gymnastics lessons the next night. I needed my energy. I needed to go to bed. According to Janelle, I needed to get a drink.

What started innocently enough (one shot of vodka with a Kool-Aid chaser (yes, quite ghetto)) quickly became and endless cycle. A trap. Each liquid too strong in its own regard, requiring a chaser of the other for balance. The vodka, too strong—please give me Kool-Aid. The Kool-Aid, too sweet—please give me vodka. There was nothing we could do. We were helpless against its seductive powers. Plus, I wanted to get some info out of my friend, and alcohol always helps in that situation.

I'd say it was a pretty good night, after all. I may be regretting all the drinking come six o'clock tonight at my lesson, but a good night out with a great friend is something to be cherished.