A few thoughts for the day:

1. Ever had a nightmare that was so scary that you forced yourself to wake up? I do it every once in awhile. Except because I'm forcing myself to wake up my brain has trouble adjusting and I'm in this weird limbo between REM sleep and waking so it's all fucked up.

Anyway. Last night I had a similar experience. Except my dream was so incredibly boring I had to force myself to wake up. It was that dull.

2. I went over to a friend's house last Saturday for dinner and DVDs and he had rented the fourth and fifth season of Trailer Park Boys. He wasn't sure if I like it or not, but now that he knows I do, he's been sending me pictures of Bubbles. Heh.

3. I am loving working from home full-time again. Although I loudly fire myself on a daily basis, just because I miss the screaming matches I've had to endure for two out of two of my jobs. My neighbors look at me weird.

I've been working all week and weekend like a maniac trying to get a few projects neatly wrapped up in a pretty bow by the end of the month. But tonight I finally decided to call it a day and watch The Simpsons instead.

NASCAR. Friggin' NASCAR over The Simpsons. What a stupid sport. I actually read a study once that found an actual correlation between the declining sense of values and good manners in America and the increase in popularity of NASCAR. It was a really interesting article, actually.

Oh, that's a lie. But I still think it's a stupid sport.

I got this from a cousin today.

A few thoughts before I start my day:

1. Contacts are just a weird thing. Sticking flimsy pieces of... what, plastic? Some sort of odd material. Anyway it's completely weird that sticking teeny circles of whatever into my eyes makes me see better.

2. Ramona's getting old. I'm not sure I appreciated that fact until today when she seemed to have trouble getting up. I will completely lose my shit when she dies. I lie quite frequently when someone asks about her: "Whatever, she's just a cat." Truth is, I am completely devoted to her. You don't spoon feed a cat for 4 weeks without developing some kind of emotional attachment.

3. John Barrowman is not supposed to exist. That level of attractive is just wrong. He is currently the only person to have two pages devoted to him on my site (for Doctor Who and Torchwood). He is just so damn pretty.

4. I don't really have a four, but I'm going off the grid for the day. But in other news, I'm considering a visit to California to see an old boss.

So feeling rather neglected on Valentine's Day I went out and bought a) nail polish and b) underwear.

And at the time I found it novel, but in hindsight I got White Trash Stripper nail polish.

Full fucking on and completely tacky. And now that I have a handy dandy camera phone you get to see.

As for the underwear? Well I'm not going to share photos of that. 

"I just got an award given to me by a Beatle. Have you had that happen yet, Kanye?" —Vince Gill on accepting a Grammy

That is all kinds of awesome.

I was talking to my ever-lovely ex-boss last night and she had this to say about life:

It might change names, but you're still on the same path.

I like that. Not sure why. But I think there's truth in it.

I haven't exactly figured out my path in life, but it seems to be getting a little less mossy as of late.

Fun facts from my planet:

• I was googling my site today (what? don't act like you've never googled yourself before) and discovered that I am immortalized in print: this site is listed as a resource in a book about queer quotes. 

• I had yak this evening. For dinner. To eat. Not, like, one dropped by for a drink or anything. My dinner companion insisted we get it. And not just because it's fun to say.

• It is dastardly cold again. Both temp and windchill are below zero and plan on remaining that way for the rest of the weekend. Which is fine. I plan on holing up and getting some work done.

Two random thoughts.

Woah. I did something to Blogger and it's all wacky. Hm.

Anyway. I was driving home from shopping today and flashed to a scene from shop class in seventh grade (woodworking shop... I still have these bowls I made on the lathe).

Pretty skinny popular girl: Oh my god, did you get your hair cut?
Me (flattered she noticed): Oh my god, I did!
PSPG: It's totally uneven.
Me: Oh.

I flashed on this mainly because I cut off my hair last night and can't decide if it's completely and obviously uneven (it is) or if it's got some sort of hipster DIY aesthetic thing going for it (it probably doesn't).

Actually I know it doesn't. And that's okay. 

And PSPG is fat now.

And that's okay.

I have a confession of sorts. A confession that's slightly embarrassing, actually. It all started around three or four years ago when I got a Gmail account.

Keep in mind that this was back when you still had to get an invite from someone with an account already in order for you to get your own addy. So I was able to pick up a decent email address. No extraneous numbers or letters involved.

And I have never used it much. Because early on I noticed that I got a ton of spam. But it was weird spam. Like invites to poetry readings or holiday photos or just really weird spam. But I thought (and this is the embarrassing part) that this was a feature of Gmail. Like you'd get included in weird email lists that you didn't sign up for but Gmail thought you'd be interested in.

Seriously. I thought that. For years.

It wasn't until this week that I started going through all this random spam. Pages and pages of it. Only to realize that it's all being sent to a woman with the name of Claire who lives in Vancouver. Like emails from her dad and shit.

Oops. Apparently not so much spam as actual emails delivered to the wrong Claire.

Now I don't exactly feel bad. Either this Claire doesn't know her own email address or she has friends, family and well-wishers incapable of writing down the correct one. And it could have been worse.

Case in point:

My mom told me a story today about a cousin of hers who, after ten years of having the same email address with Charter, suddenly stopped receiving emails. She contacted the company and learned that they had in fact given that email address just a month earlier to someone else.

Just like that. No explanation. No apology. No plans to change anything. Just gave it to someone else. And they are apparently unwilling to do anything about it.

They clearly don't know my relative very well. But I'm guessing they soon will.