The late early late late post

It’s nice to see the spammers still love me, even if I haven’t blogged for a month. Sometimes it’s hard to plug in. I can only take so much plugging in; my cord is old and frayed.

(That may sound wrong, but it’s 2 AM and I just tripped over the only pair of high heels I own and bruised my foot. A little pity for the clumsy person.)

Speaking of plugging in, I recently acquired a pretty orange Blackberry Curve, which does nothing for my frayed cord but is very good at maps and delivering email and telling me when I’m not getting my stuff done. I bought it to replace my slightly cumbersome planner-wallet, but I can’t get over the feeling that the Blackberry is trying to take over my body by slowly pulverizing me down to a synchronized swarm of nanobots. I only pray some of you will be able to tell the difference between Nano-Giang and the real me, and alert the authorities before the its dark plan reaches fruition.

Two days ago, my boss announced that we were going to interview someone for the economics writer position and indicated, in his own, special way, that the three of us (2 seniors and the boss) would be really grilling the applicant. I believe the term he opted for was “gangbang”. During the interview, the boss proceeded to say things like, “Financial Time Scale Tables, what the hell is that?” and “Give me a break, if your professor were grading you on how many times you used those damned buzzwords in your writing, you’d have gotten an A+!” Shock all round when the applicant decided not to take the position.

We’ve been to a couple baseball games. I like going to games, but I’m a bit tired of baseball – it’s a long season and I may have burned out early. Still, James Loney is beautiful and I love him.

We went on an evening bike ride a few weeks ago and blew three out of our four cumulative tires and rode all the way home in the dark with only one tire and three rubberized metal rims!

I watched Ponyo (cute), District 9 (depressing), Lakeview Terrace (hot), Revenge of the Sith (lame), and the original Night of the Living Dead (meh).

We took the Metrolink train down to the San Clemente pier and spent a day on the beach.

I re-activated my WoW account because Curt showed me the game-play trailer for Cataclysm.

Today, some punk kid ran into Curt’s stopped truck with a bike, dented the truck, and then fled on his bike.

On Sunday, Curt and I are going to the Queen Mary Art Deco Fair in Long Beach!

Now, I am tired and going to bed to sleep next to my husband and be thankful for what I have.

/plug out