Thursday, June 27, 2002
With me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants. . .Ok, I cant resist:
TOP 10 PIRATE PICK-UP LINES:
Is there an "X" on the seat of your pants? Because it appears that there's wond'rous booty buried underneath!
Hey, sexy---how about Jolly Rogering?
Yo, Ho! Bottle of Rum?
Do you have the latest copy of Windows XP with cracked product activation? (software pirates only)
Do ya mind if the parrot watches?
WOW! I bet we could fit sixteen men on that chest!
See this hook? Variable speed with five alternate attatchments, baby.
Ya certainly put the shiver in me timber
Arrrrrrrrre you free Saturday?
I must be huntin' treasure, cause I'm diggin' yer chest!
Where I found it.
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2:18 PM
Monday, June 24, 2002
Five miles out of the city limits, we're singin' and your hand's upon my knee. . .Long road trip this weekend, and it was lovely. The weather was warm, but not insanely so, sky was blue, clouds were scarce, etc, etc. I reassure everyone that I'm not marrying for the miata, but that's sure not gonna keep me from enjoying it.
Towns in Iowa seem into subtitling themselves: Charles City - America's Hometown; Cedar Rapids - City of 5 Seasons (Which is, we are informed by my friend Chris who lives there, the Season of Enjoyment. He suggests this encompasses about 12 hours of the year and, after 4 years of residence, he has yet to figure out when it occurs.). . .and somewhere was Looking to the Future, but I can't remember quite which where it was.
It was a very nice excursion, all in all, I must say, and there were no scary run-ins with trucks for a change.
After the sun went down last night was almost better than the day cruising. The moon was fullish, the fields were misty and full of fireflies, and it was very lovely until we got too tired to enjoy anything, 'round bout midnight. . .or, I should say, 'til I got too tired and dropped off to sleep. Bob didn't have to carry me into the house, but it was a near thing.
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1:49 PM
Friday, June 21, 2002
It's a strange way to show it as distant as last night's dream unravels. . .So I'm chilling at work (or working frantically, as the case may be), listening to my new Indigo Girls cd. And, magically, I've found the trigger song.
To 'splain: I generally listen to cds at work when I need to focus, when I expect to be at my desk for a long stretch of time, when I really would prefer not to be interrupted.
And it works pretty well. It works way better than pretending to be on the phone. But there is one hitch, typically, in the getalong. Almost every cd seems to have one song that triggers interruptions. The song, and it's usually one of my favourites, plays and suddenly the phone rings, or my boss drops by, or I run out of water, or I have to go to the bathroom, or Shontell comes by to discuss lunch-ordering. I can't decide whether this is the cosmos messing with me or giving me a nice break.
But, the weirdness compounds if I was actually enjoying the song and try restarting the track so i can listen to the whole thing. Then the cosmos pulls out the big metaphysical guns. Today? The song plays and my phone rings. I start it over and barely overhear an overhead page. I start it over and my cube neighbor (not the stupid one, thank goodness, the other one) has a question. I start the track over and for a grand finale, some of the ladies discover an injured mouse by the back-file shelves. I let the song go.
Cosmos 1, Rachel 0
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