ever wonder what your jib is? and whether the cut of your jib is up to snuff? why do these antiquated phrases stick around? are we all three sheets to the wind? we all know what they mean, but what the hell do they mean? our metaphors are out of control. [and thanks, Metagrrrl.]
"'No' is the saddest experience you'll ever know." -Harry Nilsson. Aimee Mann's voice on the Magnolia soundtrack is chilling.
jackie
my lunar eclipse pictures didn't turn out very well. here's one of them. (above, not below.)
lunar eclipse
I'm really just kidding. I have no idea what blog flirting would look like. Maybe, "hey, nice use of CSS in your blog. Is that Netscapeable? Nice choice of date format. wanna share an RSS file?" or something.
I'm much better now. Thanks for listening. :)
Parking in soma is so messed up. If you live in San Francisco and work in soma: for the love of god, do not drive your car to work. Take the MUNI. or CalTrain. or BART. or ride your bike. or take a cab. If you plan on visiting SF in the near future: do not take your rental car anywhere near soma, especially if you plan on going to a baseball game at the new Pac Bell park. If you work at Sega or USWeb or any one of these billions of companies down here: please get some ride-sharing going on if you can't take the MUNI. A car may be an expression of your independence and individuality, but the environment and I (and you) need a break. To the parking lots: if you're full, put up the damn sign that says so. And quit raising your rates. To the city: please put in some sidewalks and parking garages. To the delivery truck drivers: I know you have a job to do, but man it's dangerous when you snarl up traffic by taking up a lane of traffic. If you live in North Bay like me and have to drive in: don't. It's a freaking nightmare. To everyone, especially me: breathe!!