Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

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.

Check out this picture. ‘Nuff said.

And in the spirit of “Which X are you?”, Which high school stereotype are you?

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.

Here’s one of my favorite wastes of time… online Mah Jongg. And at night I like to play Bejeweled from Popcap on my hybrid phone/Palm while I nurse C. down.

I had the strangest dreams last night. First I had a dream that we were in some Pacific Asian country – maybe the Philippines? My husband and I were staying at a hotel with some friends of ours. We had booked a 2 bedroom suite, and our friends had gotten their own room for some reason. It turned out that it was a hotel/hospital though, and our room was full of bloody rags and medical stuff, and someone had left their really nasty panties in the bathroom. We got it cleaned, finally, but when we were trying to sleep there were all sorts of fire drills. There wasn’t a real siren, and the only way we knew there was a problem was from the people in the halls yelling. We never knew if it was real though, so we kept having to wake up and get out of the hotel. This is probably because C. kept waking up and tossing and turning all night. I think she’s teething again.

Then I had a dream that we were using my brother’s Suburban as a boat and floating down a river. I was concerned because the door by my two year old wasn’t closed all the way and it was going to let in water and kill us all. When I tried to close it better, I ended up breaking it off. Somehow we escaped, and my brother and his kids ended up at the side of the lake/river (sue me, I’m from Austin, lakes and rivers are one and the same here) fishing off of the top of his car.

Awright, dagnabbit, I just typed in a long entry and Blogger ate it. Oy. More later.

So I’m going to do this blog thing, like I have time to do a blog thing. Shyeah.