pizza!
(it was from gulivers, and it was good. very good. hadn’t been up therre in a year or two…best pan in chcago)
(i wonder if papa dell is as good as i remember)
thanks dean, pleasesave those menus for me!
Archive for August, 2002
ok, take two.
i updated earlier but accidentally pulled the phone line out in the middle of the operation. this will be the last computer assisted update for a while.
jury is still out on jaguar. i lke allmost all the new features, i love the new apple startup logo that everyone else hates. i don’t like the new b&w spiinner that replaces the “inprogress” rollover, it smacks of macromedia. i hate the new mail, it’s slow and rewrote my old mail prefs. and it’s made a shambles of my inbox piles.
new mozilla 1.1 on osx, it’s faster and harder, and lets you open a new group with out erasing all the tabs you have open! still kills popups dead, too.
much thanks to the stoltz’s asn their cats for the sanctuary and food. special thanks to ben for stoping by.
life is good. for today.
thanks to heidi for barbering and couch, and to mrcin nd delia for hammock time this weekend. since i’ll forget, happy real birthday kenneth
this really isn’t updating
my cousen margaret, AKA midge, passed away yesterday. (ok, tuesday around midnite. neither the suntimes nor i got her name right either. )
i liked midge a lot.
the place i was storing the bulk of my stuff was flooded last night. i’ve lost almost all of it. by flooded, i mean i was watching my laundry floating in the cul de sac earlier today. the laundry was retrieved and will survive, the computers the laundry was resting on isn’t going to.
none of this is making me particularly happy.
another night nn the cta
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANE!
and happy birthday to me.
now listening to Fett’s Vette, a humerous rap song about everyones favorite bounty hunter. still ain’t as flash, phat, neat, cool, def, cold, fresh, or flat out funny as Weird Al’s “all about the pentiums,” which is actually better then the song it parodies, and rymes, which the original don’t. but mc chris is in like, high school. the link to the song is at the bottom of the page.
well, i’m homeless again. sarah will be here ’round noon, and then it’s back to the cta sleep system. meanwhile i’m wallowing in paralisys and depression, and a cell phone hole. havnet gotten a call off or in all week. i will miss the cable-not. the cats i’ll miss.
ok, at 5:15am the avalanch (however the fuck it’s spelled) pullled gingerly into the gates at casa heidi. except that it wasn’t the avalanch…it was my mothers express van. after a fuck load of sweat at 5:45 the truck was loaded and we headed off into rush hour. now i thought we were going to ditch my stuff at tood’s storage space. nope breakfast with my mother first. then i passed out for an hour and a half then lunch with my uncle…so my stuff is now sprayed across the north burbs, and my brother is on the last plane to hell. dinner with my parents who made lovely comments about commiting me. 10:30 and i’m back at sarah’s, cleaning up the cat damage.
so as much as i don’t want to, thanks to tood for his assistance, which hurt him greatly because of the iinprovised leg prop, and since i called him “mom” and he had to drive with his crutches. and he convinced my uncle to let me store the crap there. sigh. thanks tood.
(and thanks as always to heidi, for use of her basement, her patience, and her toleration.)
(and thanks to dean for worrying, and jennifer for listening, and convincing her sister to let me stay at her place. and to the other other jeff (he knows who he is) for wishing me a happy birthday in spite of myself.)
(and thanks to jeff nolan, sarah pickering, tim the woodman, eric and sandi, bukha and mackie and kenneth for space, couches and driving above and beyond the call of duty.)
thank you all very much. i wouldn’t be here without you.
now back to the cat mess.
