Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Oh and by the way, the weather did change. A “cool” front blew through, which just means that it was 75 today instead of 85. Whoo.

This is cool – an online version of the Infocom game Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. For years my online handle has been “Trillian”. 16 years, in fact, ranging from GEnie and BBS systems to StrangeMUD now.

And for those of you who can’t get any in real life: boobs.

I added a guestbook, forum, and a counter to this page. Sorry about the spamvertising on the above-mentioned sites, but they’re free and low maintenence.

Wow, what a busy couple of days.

Last night I went to the Coronation in San Antonio. This is an event held during Fiesta Week, which is to honor the memories of the heroes of the Alamo and the Battle of San Jacinto. The Coronation is an intensely sparkly affair, involving 24 girls in heavily adorned and beaded dresses, pulling 10 foot long trains. The entire ensembles weigh between 50 and 100 pounds each. This year was absolutely amazing. My aunt was the Mistress of the Robes, who in effect is the producer – the theme was Africa and all the trains and dresses came from her vision. I helped research some of the stuff for her on the internet, and it was an honor to hear my research come out onstage.

The girls in the Coronation do what’s known as a full court bow, which means that they bow all the way down and scrape their noses on the floor. This is making a bow to society, and technically I suppose that it means you’re marriageable.

Then today my friend AM came over and we watched Trading Spaces and Sex and the City. You know, girly stuff. The babies had a blast playing together, I got to cook dinner (a rare occurence!), and it was good fun.

I’m sure I’ll have some fun links to post soon, but this is the first time I’ve sat at my computer all day!

Oh hey, I applied for a job! Well, it’s not really a job… it’s a job LOBSTER! (dang dang dang dung dung ding dung ding ding).

Whoops, sorry, I just channeled the B-52s. Anyway, I applied for a job at answers.google.com, which is a Google service that is for-pay. People who need answers to really specific questions (like “what percent of the human population has one green eye and one blue eye?”, a $7 question, w00t!) offer anywhere from $4 to $50 for someone who’s Google-approved to answer it, and the researcher gets 75% of the proceeds. First I had to write an essay on why I wanted to become a researcher, and now I have to research and answer 5 test questions to Google’s satisfaction in order to become One with the Search Engine.

Some hard drive in one of my computers is making a nasty clunking noise. This can mean nothing good.

I can’t believe M. got me hooked on that damnable Yatta song. Did you know they even sell shirts? I sing that cussed song all the live long day.

My wrist is killing me. Weather’s gonna change. Just wait and see.