Also known as: A day that ends in ‘y’

October 12th, 2007, 1:36 PM by Goddess

ZDNet’s “Will you one day marry a robot?” article caught my eye for a minute, as it examines some dude’s thesis on “Intimate Relationships with Artificial Partners.” Which, a “wave of the future” is sort of a misnomer when it comes to this, because I have enough artificial partners to start my own polygamist colony right here, right now.

Just goes to show there’s a euphemism for everything. I’m not vibrator-dependent; I’m “intimate with an artificial partner.”

I don’t know that I’d want to marry a robot, as the study suggests may become a reality as they evolve and emotion, on some level, can be incorporated in them. I could make the joke that the robots are going to be more emotive than I am in some situations, but my main fear would be that the poor thing would short-circuit while I’m riding my own personal Trojan horsey. Because, you know, wouldn’t its robot parts rust?!?!



No kidding

October 11th, 2007, 5:01 PM by Goddess

i so tired it be real long day



Purty

October 10th, 2007, 6:55 PM by Goddess


Baltimore Inner Harbor, originally uploaded by dcwriterdawn.

We’re working off-site this week, and this is what I got to see today. The air does not smell like salt or sea or whatever you’d expect — it smells like cotton candy thanks to the Domino Sugar plant being nearby. Our cars are literally coated with powdered sugar every day.

We’re in the midst of a huge idea-fest, and being in beautiful Baltimore (well, this part of it is beautiful, anyway) was just what the doctor ordered, even though these days are e.x.h.a.u.s.t.i.n.g. It’s tiring in a good way, though, because we’re paying someone to take our Big Ideas and make them into Reality.

I would kill to be able to have this view from my own office. Hell, if I were on the water like this, I’d actually try to leave the building once in awhile. 😉



Because I’m too exhausted to be original

October 10th, 2007, 6:30 PM by Goddess

PostSecretCommunity.com is now live. And this video, well, damn. To say it’s worth watching is an understatement.



Rising mandatory; shining impossible

October 9th, 2007, 4:38 AM by Goddess

Alarm went off at 4:44 a.m. It’s 5:30 and I’ve managed to complete requisite butt-scrubbage and the scarfage of scorching-hot coffee. Twitter will be my only salvation for the next three days — well, that and hopefully a crabcake or two.

As long as today’s icebreaking-activities aren’t too over-the-top and I don’t barf in my boss’ backseat during the commute, I might actually enjoy this epic adventure. Hell, I remember when puking out one’s guts meant you were having a GREAT time. 🙂



< ramble >

October 8th, 2007, 9:36 PM by Goddess

I never seem to blog about my weekends anymore, and since they’re the only thing interesting in my existence, that’s a damn shame. Oh well. Yay for having fun and not having time to write about it than NOT having fun and ONLY having time to write!

Went to the Shirlington Oktoberfest to celebrate Tom’s birthday. (Which is today. Happy Birthday!) I was sort of over it before it began because the only thing I hate more than crowds are crowds of drunken 21-year-olds. Which, hey, I WAS back at that age, so good for them. I guess I belong more to the wine-tasting crowd these days — I like the lower-key, higher-falutin’ atmosphere that comes with being a budding sommelier, I suppose.

I had gone to Oktoberfest with full intentions of drinking myself into oblivion, but meh. The lines were too long. And the hops-and-barley wasn’t anything to brag about. I had to dump out one of my glasses (into a trash can like a civilized human being and not into the streets like everyone else seemed to be doing) so I only pounded three beers in total. Whee. The gang retired to Guapo’s for Coronas, and a part of me wanted to go try more brews, but I ended up dashing off to Caribou for an iced mocha because I needed to be up early on Sunday. (For the church visit that wasn’t.) Damn this adulthood thing!

I did end up going to church for all of 10 minutes. It was fine. I met nice people. I figured I had finally gotten up the balls to go to Sunday services so I might as well take advantage of it. And it was cool — the band was singing a song by Switchfoot, which made me fall in love. I mean, there was a BAND and not a choir. It was a song I actually knew the words to and have the MP3 of. Not the usual church visit in which I don’t know the scriptures and certainly don’t know the hymns.

Will I go back? Maybe. Probably. Yeah. Yes. Even just 10 minutes there was good for me because I might have never entertained the thought of going back. Like, unless another part of my car decides to commit suicide, I’ll make the effort to show up on time. Too bad I had to tithe $100 to the car-repair gods for a freaking battery when all I wanted to do was get a little bit of spiritual uplifting. Oh well.

If I’m feeling particularly ambitious next time around, I might even go to the earlier services. 🙂 Well, OK, maybe not, but for as long as it takes me to get ready, I’d probably *just* make it for the late session if I plan to hit the first! And if I’d just done THAT in the first place yesterday, maybe I would have MADE IT to the services I’d planned to attend all along!

< / ramble >



Nom nom nom

October 8th, 2007, 6:41 PM by Goddess

Am hanging at Noodles & Co. with a bad case of PMS and a newsletter that refuses to die and a computer that’s threatening to do just that. (Have PMS or die. Whichever.)

Dude, Thai curry soup and Wisconsin mac & cheese. The ultimate in comfort foods. OMG, I would have been so much NICER today if I’d ingested all this pasta earlier. Of course, I would also have been asleep. Which doesn’t bode well for the NEWSLETTER FROM HELL’s fate tonight, natch.

Have to be on the road around 6:15 a.m. tomorrow for the first of a three-day adventure to a different city. It would be less painful if there were a hotel stay involved. Am hoping not to get carsick in the carpool, as that would ruin the hour-and-a-half of pre-meeting time before the nine-hour meeting time and hour-plus commute home. I don’t suppose I can smoke? Hahahaaaaa.

Cannot. Stop. Eating. Cheesy. Noodles. Nom nom nom zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. …



Not the kind of ‘getting jumped’ I like to start my day with

October 7th, 2007, 10:39 AM by Goddess

So the apocalypse was overdue because I was hellbent (ahem) on attending church today.

And I’m not certain why the heavens enjoy smiting me when I’m trying to do some goddamned good in this world, but my car battery? DEAD.

I thought about taking a taxi but that doesn’t solve the greater problem. Assuming the greater problem is having a working car and not trying to secure a place in heaven or anything.

I have two new neighbors, and they were parked next to me. Oddly, they were on THEIR way to church and saw me yelling at my car for sucking ass. And the guy, dressed to the nines for worship, offered to jump me. (Yes, please!) Er, jump the battery. Which worked. And I wondered whether to go straight to church and pray for my piece of shit vehicle (that I JUST paid off!!!) or to ensure I didn’t get stranded again. Alas, the desire to overpay for a battery won out.

I went to a couple of dealerships with full intentions of trading in the jalopy, but nothingvwas open. I went to a few stores and got lucky that one was open. So here I am with a $100 estimate and a two-hour wait. How exciting for me. I am looking entirely too cute to be sitting here, keeping watch over a car I can’t shut off or else it’ll never make it to the service bay. Damn it. And I only have an eighth of a tank of gas, if that.

I was trying to conjure up the reason why everything needs to go awry. Like, maybe I will learn there’s something more serious wrong with the car. Or that maybe those good Christians would have burned my pagan ass on a stake. I dunno. I did meet a really nice guy as I was sitting here. He was showing me his military scrapbook from the Vietnam era. It had been lost for decades and he said it was mysteriously left on his porch recently. It’s full of photos of him with Presidents Eisenhower and Kennedy. Absolutely amazing stuff.

Maybe I was supposed to meet him to restore my faith in good people, as that scrapbook was his treasure. I guess I’ve personally gotten accustomed to people being self-serving, insignificant, greedy, hurtful douchebags. It’s good to know that the good guys really do win if they wait long enough. And it was good to know, for me, to have neighbors who care and a friend to check in to ensure I wasn’t stranded. And in that, maybe there’s the greater message — to not give up on humanity just yet, because the good in the world is far greater than everything else that tries to overshadow it.

So, I just saw a Mexican guy jump in my car and drive off with it. Here’s to hoping he actually works here!!!!



‘Come on, get happy’

October 5th, 2007, 4:10 PM by Goddess

So.

I was trying to have some, uh, “come on, get happy” time last night.

Because, well, it’s been a long time. WEEKS.

And I’m one crabby beeyotch when I haven’t gotten mah rocks off.

So I picked the quietest tool in the box (the Bullet) and put a silencer over it (OK, it was more like a glow-in-the-dark sleeve. With speedbumps).

I waited.

And waited.

And turned up the TV a little bit.

Because, you know, I have wandering ears in the abode now.

And just when I thought it was safe ….

… I turned on the buzzy toy …

And someone who has no sense of propriety OPENED THE DOOR without knocking because a THOUGHT had occurred to them that seemed perfectly urgent enough to share at MIDNIGHT.

*growl grumble hiss*

Not to worry — once I screamed bloody fucking hell, the room was mine once again. (I had to live with the cat sitting there, looking at me, though. At least she doesn’t try to attack it anymore.)

And yes, I’m a happier fucking person right now, thanks to my widdle friend. But DAMN, what does a girl have to do to get a little quality time with her Bullet around these parts?!?!



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