26 February
Today is moving day.
Today I have to go from my nice, cozy little cubicle into that nasty room with three desks. The Raccoon gave me the biggest desk, as I have all the purchase order stuff, but there aren't enough shelves or drawers or anything, and since we have real actual wooden desks rather than built-in units, no keyboard trays.
And the room is dark and dull and there isn't enough lights and since I'm at the big desk, my back is to the window. I intend on whining for as long as I can, though I know that it won't actually accomplish anything useful, it'll make me feel better.
I keep forgetting to say that I saw Message in a Bottle at SAG on Monday.
I did like it, as the characters were good, and the dialogue, and Paul Newman is the most wonderful Old Lion working in Hollywood today, but some of the situations were a little, well, contrived, and I know that I was supposed to weep, but I remained dry-eyed.
I liked it because I like that sort of thing, but if you don't like that sort of thing I don't actually recommend it. But if you do, then I do!
My favourite bit was when Robin Wright Penn went off to find this mysterious man who has sent the letter, and then she sees him and talks to him, and I expected that in the next scene she would be calling Illeana Douglas back in Chicago and saying:
"I found him, and you'll never guess! It's Kevin Costner!!"
When I left the office last night, I was flummoxed by the sight of snow! Big giant snowflakes falling gently to the ground!
"What the fuck is this?" I cried.
But you know what? I was walking to the van, and it was coming down so softly and with the streetlights you could see so high up in the sky, and it really was just achingly beautiful.
But it's almost March, so knock it off.
At last, I got a real piece of hate mail!
Well, not really, 'cause it wasn't at all personal, I mean he didn't know that I am a girl, but after almost three years, it was quite a treat. By the way, the reason he sounds so awkward is because he is French. Here it is:
To: hedgehog@hedgehog.net
Subject: Your bullsheet links!Dear Buddy,
For many times, I've been on your site, but each time the server can't find any link. What the hell are you doing ? Can't you be a little more "professional" or just close your fuckin' site! In a certain way, i'd should say thank you, but that's the last time I get connected on your site.
I have no idea what you are talking about. There are many pages on my site and many links, and if you really cannot find a single one (and why on earth would you come over and over again to a site that you cannot enter?), perhaps you should learn to use your computer a little better. There are hundreds and hundreds of people who come to my site every day who don't seem to have any problems at all, but of course, they are not idiots. That may be the explanation.Kymm
Today's horoscope:
A friend criticizes you. Take it as intended to be helpful and resist retaliation.
One year ago today:
"All this time, I thought that Cynthia and Fran were lesbians!"
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