Megnut

A mind too active is

A mind too active is no mind at all - Theodore Roethke

Yippee! I'm so happy Hilary

Yippee! I'm so happy Hilary Swank won. And man, she's hot as a guy and as a girl!

I seem to have turned

I seem to have turned into a bigger web geek than I ever thought possible!

Why do people feel intent

Why do people feel intent to point out all the negatives in a situation? I had this little ball of hope that woke me up early in the morning with a smile on my face and it's being trampled and squashed and pounded flat into the grimy asphalt. I guess I've let someone tell me otherwise after all.

It's all good. It really

It's all good. It really is. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I can barely type because

I can barely type because I'm laughing so damn much it's actually hurting my stomach and my face: I've finally followed Jason's advice and grabbed the William Shatner songs from Napster. I can barely breathe right now, I don't know why I'm trying to write about this at this moment, it's really too much...

"How could she date someone

"How could she date someone with a URL like that?"

The Looney Test tells me

The Looney Test tells me this truth: "There are people whose actions often cause other people to think 'what a nut,' and you can probably be one of those people sometimes." (my score: a surprisingly low 72 out of 100)

I'm burping garlic fries.

I'm burping garlic fries.

Can you say short-term memory?

Can you say short-term memory? I just went to metafilter (forgetting it's down today) even though I was chatting with Matt shortly before he left to drive the server here to our office. Can you say duh?

I've been thinking more and

I've been thinking more and more about this long vs. short post thing in relation to my browsing/reading habits and I've concocted this overly-simple theory: If you're a boa constrictor type of reader, you like to go to a page, ingest a really big juicy post, and then let it be absorbed over the next week, until you return and feed on another. Boa constrictors like Ben. And maybe Ben is a boa constrictor? But I'm more of a hummingbird. I whiz around from site to site, constantly trying to suck up little droplets of nectar, and I return several times a day to nourish myself at the same sites. When I fly to sites where nothing is written for days on end, I get so sad, because I'm hungry, I want more sweet tasty droplets. Maybe I'm a greedy hummingbird? But I just can't read, then slither off to digest until another big chunk is placed before me, five or six days hence.

[Disclaimer: this post reinforces the idea that it's an either/or situation, and I think weblogging (or whatever you want to call it) is far too fuzzy for this to be true. But I liked the analogy, so I thought I'd share. But don't feel you have to email me with all kinds of critiques as if this were some well-reasoned argument or intellectual observation because it's not. It's goofy. And silly. And I like boa constrictors a lot.]

Hee hee. Ben turns to

Hee hee. Ben turns to the dark side and starts a Blogger page and check out this fab ravey image!

[sigh]

[sigh]

I've been reviewing the resumes

I've been reviewing the resumes people have submitted for the assistant position we've got and a funny thing occurred to me. One person wrote, "I can do anything (except type 80 WPM)" and I thought, How odd. Have we reached the days when the executives can out-type the admins? Didn't it used to be the other way around? Evan and I both type really really fast. I don't know how fast, but considering I used to type almost 70 wpm in college, and now I'm way faster, I'd say I've got 80 covered easy.

I've noticed I look sad

I've noticed I look sad on pyracam2 a lot. But I'm not sad. Really. Not at all.

Oy, I just checked my

Oy, I just checked my Yahoo! email account and found an email dated from "Thu, 23 Jul 1998 21:43:58 EDT" in my inbox. I'd read it of course, but man, you think I would have deleted that sucker awhile ago. Maybe I will on the two year anniversary? It's like an antique now and I just don't have the heart to destroy it.

Pyra's looking for an assistant

Pyra's looking for an assistant to help out with stuff around the office. Know anyone? Want to be our assistant? Check out the description for more details. And tell your friends!

As I was walking this

As I was walking this morning I was thinking about the post I made the other day about Meg. I was thinking how nice it is to be able to express these feelings online and share them with people, I was thinking about the email I received from my mom saying that the post made her cry. And then I realized that the person who would most like to hear these sentiments, Meg herself, probably won't. I don't think she even knows I have a site. And I realized: I think I'm doing this great job of communicating when in reality I'm opening up to strangers, but am too afraid to open up to the people towards whom the sentiment is directed.

Hee hee. My crush (how

Hee hee. My crush (how badly do you want that to be a link?) doubts his own crushworthiness but called me "pretty damn crushworthy." <blush/>

Oh no, the grammar people

Oh no, the grammar people emailed me to tell me I spelled grammar wrong. Oh the irony. Oh the shame. Oh it's enuff to make me just give up trying to right at all. It ain't worth it.

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