I finished my book. A few minutes ago I read page 636 of „The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay“, cried a little and closed the book.

I’m so proud. What’s to read next?

I put up some pictures of myself on flickr, because I looked so awfully cute this morning and wanted to share it with the rest of the world. Unfortunately the pictures don’t do my incredible cuteness justice in the least. The world is hardly ever nice to me what it comes to capture my momentary cuteness.
My hair looks unwashed, my pose looks strange, the shoes look not half as wonderful as they should. I hate pictures.

Nevertheless there they are. You can go look at them, but I won’t put them right here, so I won’t have to cringe everytime I sneak peek on my own blog the next couple of days.

Yay, it’s Friday night I’m very very tired after being fed homemade pizza and showing our Great Lakes pictures for the fourth time. The prospect of a weekend with no work involved thrills me beyond compare.

I’m going to finish my book.
I’m going to catch up on TV shows.
I’m going to start a new book.
I’m going to write some more for the nanowrimo (although I’m not sure if I will make the 50,000 words).
I’m going to sent out another mix (hopefully I will).
I’m going to sleep in.
I’m going to do nothing.

Apparently I’m also going to a jazz concert tomorrow evening and I’m going to have my old computer set up and bring it over to some friends, who – as we found out today – are in desperate need of a new one and even my old one looks like a big improvement, which – if you knew my old computer – is really tragic. At least we decided they need my computer. So, I do have plans, but little enough to make this weekend look like an endless sea of possibilities to do useless stuff to me.

They sell Quaker Instant Oatmeal in all the great flavors I loved so much for the price of a small bungalow. I don’t care. This makes me a very happy girl.

As I scanned my aunt’s CD collection today I found something and asked to borrow it right away. I have no idea what it is, but I’ve got Roger Daltrey, Art Garfunkel, Julian Lennon and Mike Batt (among others) in a neat very british looking package and I am going to find out.

Do you know what cool thing I found?

Today I learned that you can prepare all you want for any possible bugs that might cause errors in whatever programs you have written. The real bug usually sits in front of the computer and tries to search for articles using a mask intended to change the order quantity.

Today I watched the third episode of this season’s Charmed, mostly because Andreas told me that episode four actually is kind of good and I’m a little bit behind anyway. You really don’t need a reason for watching Charmed. Or you do, but they can only be lame, so it really doesn’t matter, how lame they are.

Inniway, they opened with this looooooooong montage of San Francisco shots (I think it was even longer) and that got me thinking about the why for god’s sake do they do that? They’re really just montages. There’s nothing in it which is just remotely related to the following episode’s plot, other than that Charmed takes place in San Francisco which it does nearly every fucking episode. And they’re long. And – might I say – pretty boring when you’ve seen it for the 159th time. Exactly.

So, why the hell do they do that? I came up with two explanations and I like them both, so I thought I’d share.

Explanation One: They somehow get money from the San Francisco board of tourism or something like that. I think this only could work if not a single member of the board has actually seen the show, but it would explain the looooooooooong montages with the pretty sunsets and the pretty Golden Gate Bridge and the cute little harbor shots.

Explanation Two: Brad Kern realized that his show sucks profoundly. The show has hit the bottom with a crash, but since that isn’t enough it’s now scraping and digging at the bottom to find a way into the basement of complete suckiness. So he just tries to avoid as much actual dialogue and plot time as possible. Thinking about it, I like the montages a lot, because it all goes downhill from there.

Any other ideas? Or are you smarter than me and don’t watch? Please lie to me.

I think I’m old. I mean after all, I’ve been here for a quarter of a century and it can’t be too long before kids will offer me their seat when I get on the bus.

I’m just pretty sure about that, because for the last couple of weeks I have been wearing my glasses at work all the time (except for at lunch – I don’t need to see that up close, or actually I do see it up close and since I’m near-sighted I have no problems with that) and – which is the real oddity – I wear my glasses for watching TV at home. I never did that before, only when I happened to have my glasses on. Now I fucking get them out to watch TV. I’m old. At least when I discover my first grey hairs next week or so, it won’t come as such a shock.

I must develop some old crazy lady’s habits and soon.

Cats… how about having fourteen cats?

Is anybody else both confused and delighted by the fact that there is a „Gilbert O’Sullivan“ and there’s also „Gilbert & Sullivan“?

Coincidences like that never cease to amaze me.

Dear Someone from Colchester, England,

I’m very glad you found my site today. I hope you enjoyed your (presumably short) stay. Do come back, though I doubt you will.
Also, I have the following to say to the search terms that (among others I guess) led you to my site.
It’s just… „www. bored housewives“?

Dude.

No.

With the appropriate fare of love and stuff,
Jamie.