Geek Anniversary

We were late getting on the road as both Fuzzy’s work and my work intruded upon our day off (granted, we allowed it to), and then, I was feeling too hormonal and blechy to want to do mini-golf or Dave & Busters, so we went to Dallas to the Purple Cow Diner for junk food, then to the mall where I bought earrings and an oil burner, and Fuzzy did not buy anything at the game store, and then to Fry’s, because how could we not make a pilgrimage to Geek Mecca?

We came home, and I napped for an hour, then spend three putting the web calendar php application on one of my not-often-used sites so that I could make a colleague happier. At least I hope it has that effect. I’m a list person, not a calendar person, and don’t generally have tasks that are around long enough to NEED to be calendared. But, whatever. It’s not very pretty, but seems to do the job.

By the time either of us realized we were hungry, it was after ten, so more junk food (but not a LOT or anything), and I must confess, I have an addiction to baked potatoes now. We watched I Am Legend while eating, which I’m sure will give me nightmares despite the hopeful ending, but it was good. Much less grim than Matheson’s original novel, at least.

I’d already written one of the articles I had due for tomorrow while Fuzzy was out fetching dinner. I just completed and sent the other one. I’ve gotten into the habit lately of writing late at night for the next day, which means I can sleep late with no guilt. Or not much.

Wednesday I go to the dentist. I don’t want to.
But it must be done.


Today marks our thirteenth anniversary, Fuzzy’s and mine. We took the day off work to spend together but stayed up rather later than planned and then I checked email.

One should never check email on one’s day off.
Well, not work email.
Except I work from home, and even though I have separate accounts…do I need to go on?

Anyway, we’re not doing gifts or flowers today, as Fuzzy just bought a laptop and I’m about to buy a new one, too. We decided that was more than enough.

And of course, I have to be all hormonal and crampy today, which means I’m not in the mood for mini-golf or Dave and Busters, but that’s okay, because we’re going to go get lunch, bring it home, and then watch I AM LEGEND in the middle of the afternoon. (We thought about an actual movie, but there’s nothing playing anywhere that either of us want to see. Or, rather, that BOTH of us want to see, which is completely different.)

In any case, for all the jokes I make about renewing the contract, Fuzzy’s the only person on the planet who could honestly put up with my moods, dreams, ideas, and constant need for change.

I love him.
He loves me.
It’s all good.

FrouFrou and Frippery

Never underestimate the value of pretty underwear. I don’t necessarily mean hot lingerie in shiny flimsy materials, though those have their place, I mean, any normal underwear that comes in pretty colors and makes you happy.

While I never cease to remind my mother of the time she lifted her dress while driving some of my friends home to display the way her panties matched her outfit, the truth is, I’m just as keen on matching as she is, and I’ve got four new bras to prove it. Two of them are black, because my very favorite black bra finally had to be consigned to the land of dead clothing (which is largely populated by very lonely half-pairs of socks (but I digress)), and I wear a LOT of black, even in summer, so one plunges and one doesn’t quite. One is lacy and sheer and light. Hey, I like lace in moderation. And one is green, blue, and white, very springy and smile inducing. It actually matches the pajamas I also bought.

Speaking of which, why would you need a bra to match pajamas? Are there that many women who wander around in a bra and pj bottoms? Is it designed so that when you wear your green and blue bra and panties under a green striped t-shirt and blue jeans, you can still color coordinate when you switch to loungewear? I really want to know.

In any case, my grandmother, who always said you must always wear clean underwear in case you were in an accident, would be extremely pleased to know I’ve nothing to worry about after yesterday’s shopping excursion.

Got Zombies?

Yes, it’s Easter, and what better way to celebrate than with the first teaser for 3 Days Later a movie-length parody of the famous musical Jesus Christ: Superstar?

Okay, chocolate would taste better, but would it catch you between laughter and fear of going to hell? Probably not.

A good friend of mine is one of the creative minds behind this, but even if that wasn’t the case, I’d HAVE to share:

I’m in Love with Alienware

Or at least I’m in lust with one of their computers. It’s called the Area 51 m15x and it’s chassis is referred to as the “Ripley.” It’s all silver, and shiny, but you can customize the keyboard backlighting and command center lighting with different colors (is it any wonder I’m picking fuchsia?) and it even has this funky hybrid drive that I don’t quite understand yet.

But I will.

It also has lists of extra gear you can get – normal stuff like usb flash drives, and other things like a branded messenger bag or backpack.

Fuzzy was going to order a new Alienware system for himself, but a Dell ended up having more of the things he wanted, and we were going to replace my desktop, until we sat down and realized that I haven’t even USED it, except to print something, in over a month.

I work from bed, the living room, the dining room, the deck, more than I ever work in my office. (This also, by the way, reinforces my plan to get rid of my desk and put a day-bed in there)

In any case, yeah, I’ve got new computer lust, but I haven’t ordered it yet, and probably won’t be until mid-April.

I’ll let y’all know.

All Pink

Every so often, it’s good to unplug the computer, step away from the mass of CAT5e cables that wend their way through our house, and spend a few hours being completely girlish.

Today, Natalie and I bleached my hair all the way out to platinum, or most of it. She didn’t take the ends all the way out because they were pretty saturated, and she didn’t want to melt my hair. Of course, the very ends ended up on the floor, as we cut off five inches, leaving me with a sassy, flirty atomic pink bob.

To me, it doesn’t seem that different, except under fluorescent lights, when the very top is kinda purple. but not really. And yes, I know y’all want pictures, but I don’t generally put identifiable pictures of me on my blog, so those who desperately need them will see them via email or a locked LJ post.

After I get my eyebrows waxed.

It must look pretty cool to other people, because when we walked into Sushi Zone for dinner, the woman at the next table said, “Oh, my god, you have the best hair. You must stop and let me stare at you. You’re beautiful.”

I’m not, of course, but it was cool to feel so for a bit.

Also, the sushi was excellent, the service was great, and we’re so going back.

In other news, I bought four bras and a pair new pajamas.
Never underestimate the importance of good bras.
Or pretty pajamas.

Change is good…

I’m off to get my hair re-pinked, and I’ve just been playing with my site design (yes, again), because I liked the African Safari theme, but it was feeling dark and heavy, and sometimes I like whitespace.

I’m not sure if I’m going to keep the above image – it is both a nostalgic choice (when I was at USF we had regular midnight trips to the Mel’s on Geary on Thursdays, since none of us had Friday classes before 11 AM), and a play on my name, and I like retro and vintage. I have a thing for classic, vintage pin-ups as well, because they’re fun and flirty and I see them as empowering rather than objectifying. I mean the painted pin-ups, not actual photos.

Did you know there were several successful female pin-up artists?

Now you do.

Anyway, it’s the day before Easter, yes, but I think it’s okay for my blog to be wearing white a little early.

Happy Saturday.

Too bad Strength doesn’t equal Confidence

You are Strength

Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.

This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion’s hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden’s steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion’s mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one’s personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Words, Words, Words (now with live links)

…or at least links to them

As I posted, I’ve become more active in my favorite e-zine All Things Girl, and they’ve given me the title of Sr. Editor. The mid-issue update will go live on April 1st (no, really) but in the meantime I’ve got some stuff in the March/April edition already:

Sun Hats and Fresh Tomatoes is a brief nostalgia trip to my grandfather’s garden.

and I also reviewed the book

Midori by Moonlight, by Wendy Nelson Tokunaga.

As well, tonight/tomorrow a new webzine, Pink Nighties, a new erotic e-zine is having it’s launch, and I have two pieces in that, as well as a “contributing editor” credit:

Chai is the first part of a short story that will be serialized there over the next several issues, and there’s also a
Product Review (bear in mind it’s a sex-positive, erotic fiction zine when considering that piece).

(Friday: 8:44 AM CDT: This post has been updated to include live links to the stuff at Pink Nighties. Enjoy. )