Hi from new mexico

"we have a lot in common... like babies. you know, two babies next to each other are like: hey, i used to live in a lady, too! weird!"

MOLTAR! get out here and heat up my brain.

There she is, Bob! Brains.

Fracking Windows Vista won't let me upload a picture of my brain to complete that quote appropriately. But anyway, the MRI was normal.

In switching over my hard drive, I find this rather timely MS Paint rendering of the Easter Story:

Liam

In getting the pictures for this post, I found out the animated boy for the Yahoo Beta is named Liam.

I am writing to say I'm glad the new loading picture of him is this:

Because before that it was this:

And he is just fuggling the sh!t out of that thing!

I was up all night with my new computer! So pretty! But mostly, I was obsessively transferring information on a 256Mb jump drive (how frustrating that my 2 gig jump drive decides to stop working now), and then organizing the information with excrutiating detail.

Today I'm tired, but somehow have found meaningless phrases soothing and amusing. And I don't mean meaningless in a "Time heals all wounds" or some other tired palliatives I don't feel like thinking of examples of. I mean meaningless like: "Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I catch a glimpse of the brainfuggler, just fuggling the sh!t out of everything!"

You may or may not have noticed I stopped updating. There are all kinds of reasons for this. But maybe they will all be overcome by my new computer.

I got a new computer partly because I will be matriculating this Fall into a graduate school, as yet undecided which.

The only link I can find with my Brainfuggler reference (though the line above is not an exact quote) is here. NeelyComics seems to have removed itself from YouTube, or maybe it's because I'm not signed in. Anyway, the creator of the Washington, Washington video, and also Wizard People Dear Reader has several other cartoons now, and some of them are really growing on me (though I have to say, nothing can ever top Washington, Washington; these others are more like Wizard People Dear Reader, which I think of as needing a different mindset), and they are apparently at SuperDeluxe.com. Thank you, SXSW film shorts, and Cartoon Network! Another favorite is the Professor Brothers--Office Hours.

i went to new orleans (while there, i couldn't decide whether to bring "our bodies, our selves" or "a pictorial history of boxing" back with me; they were about the same size, and i linked them in my head. in the end, i chose neither)
i went to seattle (it rained. the city has much water, and much good food. i watched babel. i toured the underground part of the city. i went to the butterfly garden. i listened to my sikh chanting on the plane rides.)
i am going to virginia (while there, i will accrue negative 2 days of vacation balance, and i don't even care. try to make me care, just try, and see what happens).

small things fill me with terror! but not the big ones. i have applied to a few grad schools. this should be terrifying, both the thought of getting in and the thought of not getting in. but what i fear most right now is going to the peacock lounge on thursday with people i haven't seen in years.

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Girl: You went to the Wal-Mart protest? Aww! I'm so... I'm so proud of you!
[long awkward silence]
Girl: You went to make fun of the protesters, didn't you?
Boy: They were... singing.

america, this is you

a few nights ago, hanging out with people i've been trying to impress by being cool, i not only selected America's Funniest Videos when given the remote, i laughed uncontrollably at the most egregious trauma-to-the-groin clips. oh no! made all the funnier by taking place at a wedding. so much for being cool


in my apartment complex, there are a few model-condos set up in my building to show to prospective buyers. all throughout the building, there are signs directing people "Models-->" or "<--Models" until you finally get to the right apartment number, which is labeled "Models." When Katy visited she asked "Umm... do models live there?" I don't know if it's funnier to think of the signs as the work of shamelessly self-promoting models, or as a crudely laid trap for models. Either way, the signs always amuse me as I'm walking home.

Last night I got my soccer jersey!! It is so soft and smooth, and guess what! My number is #1! I believe I will grow into that role.

My jeans smell like something I can't quite place. They're brand new, so they probably smell like the factory, but the closest I can come to placing the smell is: Baby Crackers. I don't even know what that is, but my brain keeps telling me that. Are they like Animal Crackers, for fans of A Modest Proposal? Perhaps I mean the crackers that babies do eat.... they they keep inside their mouths.... underneath their lips. Anyway, can't wait to wash these jeans so it stops bugging me so much.

Carrie invetigates! Quiet! Invetigation in progress!

Normally, I like mysterious glitches in a computer code because there often is a logical reason behind it. Even if it's nitpicky typos I have to tease out, it satisfying. But sometimes, there is no rhyme or reason to the problem. And sometimes, there are 5 different completely unrelated problems and all 5 departments are freaking out. This is when I do not like investigating problems with databases. At all. Today is such a day. And I am already so tired.

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anyway, i wrote all that days and days ago! now it's just about wednesday, and i've been iced in at a friend's house! it snowed! over my car, is a car-shaped ice shell!

spell

I wish I could write about more interesting things. But nothing funny or entertaining has happened in my life. I did attend a fine soiree at K and M's new house this weekend, but talking about that kind of thing will just make my readers sad that they don't have such cultured cocktail parties to attend.

I saw Children of Men, which I thought was a well done movie.

They closed downtown Austin because of dead birds! Perhaps you've heard. Wish our office were downtown, and I didn't have to go to work. Poor dead birds.

I am going to be in an article in Communities Magazine! FAME! I'm gonna live forever.

I cannot for the life of me get the following out of my head:
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.

I got a dozen eggs. And 8 of them were broken.