It’s Saturday

And I’ve got nothing going on.  Nothing at all.  Maybe I’ll start the Christmas lists (I’ve already got some idea’s), or maybe I’ll just be a slug.  If one can be a slug while doing laundry and cleaning.

All of my friends are off playing Aion now, but I can neither afford the game it’s self or the monthly fee.  I’ll live, I know, but man what I’m hearing is good stuff and I really want to give it a shot.  Maybe someday.

Another game I want to play is Sims Agents, it’s been a while since I’ve played a counsel game and I’d like one that I can play and not ignore Skipper, I haven’t heard much yet about it but it’s Sims so it shouldn’t suck too bad.

Right now I’m also in a rage against Time Warner Cable.  Other than poor internet, random rests of our two different receivers and the fact that I cannot get AT&T U-Verse because they have locked access to the equipment for the building, they are all cool.  Aside from the fact that, you know, their customer service sucks and their policies suck even harder.

If you haven’t yet, start watching The Guild.  Hi-larious.  Even if you don’t do MMORPG’s if you role play get a lot of the geeky drama that ensues, it’s even more fun to assign real life people to the characters.  Of course I’m not going to be telling you who is who in my life, but if you’ve gamed with me you can totally guess.

The day I lost my right hand

Yesterday I left my phone at work.  Right after dinner when I realized this I started to panic, not a giant ZOMG the baby is bleeding panic, but a quiet “this can’t be right, I would never forget my phone” kind.   My phone is my life line. 

 

I used to harass Jason about all the time he spent on his Blackberry, typing away.  It irritated me he couldn’t focus on me without that thing.  Then I got a Pearl, I understood.  I understood so well I got a Curve less than 12 months later.  I needed that full keyboard, the larger screen.  Oh man the apps!  The apps!! 

 

I’ve got my gmail, google talk, UberTwitter.  I can’t live without my browser links I can check while Kyle plays.  Have to walk away from Txts from last night?  The world, she crashes.  I’m attached to my Blackberry like a new mom is to her nursing cups, sure one could improvise and find other solutions but why would you when you have this marvel? 

 

I couldn’t wait to get to work today, back to my red loveliness.  (Though I really, really want the purple cover.)  My rear didn’t even hit the chair before I grabbed it, hidden under my printer where my last glance before leaving the office kept it from my view.  My right hand has re-appeared. 

 

P.S.  Mom I’ll call you later.  I had no phone!

4chan

I’m hearing rumors that AT&T is blocking either parts or all of 4chan.  This should get ugly.  Fun to watch, but ugly.

If you’re not familiar with 4chan, let me explain it to you this way.  Sexually frustrated geeks with a mean streak who enjoy mayhem.

I’ve lost the card

Last night Jason’s mom took Kyle over night.  We’d planned on going to see Harry Potter when he got home from work.  By the time he got home I was so tired, feeling sickish and I realized the we wouldn’t get home until after mid-night.  I asked if we could skip the movie and have dinner.  I’ve lost my cred yo.

I’ve gotten to a place in my middle aged, mommy, work-out-of-home self that I’ll pass up the chance to see Harry Potter on the big screen to go to bed at 10:30 on a Saturday night.  It’s a tough realization, even tougher than when I found the gray hair (reminder, color hair today).  I’m a soup makin’, deal lookin’, house cleaning, baking, thinking of getting out my crochet hooks, mom.

I need a new computer and a WoW LAN to make me feel better.  Or new dice.  Yeah, new dice.

We choose to go to the moon because it was hard, we choose to go to Mars because we can.

I did not forget that yesterday was the 40th anniversary of man walking on the moon.  I really wanted to go out last night and look at it, really look at the moon and think about those 12 men who walked on the surface.  Neil Armstrong, Charles Peter Conrad, Alan Shepard, David Scott, John Young, Eugene Cerman, Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin, Charles Duke, Harrison Schmidt, Alan Bean, Edgar Mitchell and James Irwin.

Humans, across genders, across religions and across nations, explore.  It seems to be part of our DNA and we’ve only scratched the surface of exploring our universe.  Even with the disasters we choose to continue to stretch up into orbit.  It’s awe inspiring.

The technologies that NASA developed or perfected for the space program is all around us.  From the computer I sit at to the foam in my sneakers.  Gortex, better insulation, medicine.  Everyday something we touch and use has roots in our space program.

45 years ago people didn’t believe man could walk on the moon, yet they did.  It’s my hope that within my lifetime I can watch man walk on the moon again but not just on the moon, I want to see a man (or women) walk on Mars.

*poof* It’s gone

Why is it when I’m chasing Kyle around, driving somewhere or at work I have a great sketch for a post all written up in my head yet the moment I can sit down it goes *poof*?  Today, while playing, cleaning, cooking and doing a mountian of laundry I had a whole post about crap I find online all written up in my head yet as I sit here there I can remember nothing at all.

Well some of it, something about how the stories I see posted online from actual news people are so poorly written that I wonder if the writer actually went to college or just knew someone who knew someone.  Aside from the poor spelling or grammer, the stories lack any real information and are confusing as hell.

Like using a persons last name.  “Paul Smith of Jonesville won an award for the largest cabbage.  Smith’s mother, Susan Miller said ‘I’m not surprised, my boy sure does love growin’ stuff.’  Miller went on to explain Smith also enjoyed barn dances.”  It gets confusing when your dealing with, oh real news and with names that are unfamiliar to us.  I get why it’s done but when it’s done 38 times during one story you sometimes have to go back to the start to remember who the hell the writer is talking about.

Or how about time lines.  Those seem to be lost too.  There is no flow to the stories anymore.

What drives me up a wall the most is an article that has no information.  It’s a paragraph or two and then, well, nothing.  There was a whole lot more and it made a lot more sense when I wrote it in my head.

I was a happy girl last night as Eureka is back with new shows.  Man I love that show.  Super geeky toys, fairly adorable geeky guys and a pretty hot sheriff.  I also enjoy Estate of Panic.  Who doesn’t enjoy watching people scared out of their minds do stupid stuff for money.  Oh and Steve Valentine is hot too.

No catchy title

I really haven’t much I want to post and share with the world at large.  Not to say there aren’t things going on but I know that what I say here could potentially come back in and bite me hard in the ass.  So I tend not to vent about somethings or discuss somethings because I read all the stories about people who do.  In fact when I read them I yell at the story, as if the idiots involved can hear me, “what did you not understand about world WIDE web?!”.

It never ceases to amaze me that people forget that others can read or see, what they put out there on line.  Don’t like your co-workers?  Get a book and hide it in your laundry basket.  Don’t post it in your blog.  Even if you post it so no one can read it but you.

Mad at your MIL?  Well, live by the rule of “if you can’t say it to their face”.  I mean that.  I try and live my life by that rule why would I think it dosen’t apply to my online life as well?

Mad at the husband?  Well, he’ll read it so if you don’t want to discuss it then don’t post it.  It really is a simple concept.

And you know, to take it a step further, don’t have an affair.  And if you insist on having an affair don’t email or txt your lover ok?  It blows plausible deniability out of the water.

The internet, it’s foreverz for real.

P.S. David H. Lawrence XVII is on my twitter feed, he plays the Puppet Master on Hero’s.  Anyway, after I added him he sent me a message just asking why I’d add him in general.  Which, they way he did it, really seemed nice and curious.  So I emailed him back and he actually answered.  Not a bot answer, not a “thanks for your intrest” answer but an actual answer that responded to what I’d told him.  I actually started following his tweets because his are somewhat intreasting.

I was also following Brent Spiner, of Data fame.  You know, he’s sorta a jackass.

Greg Grundburg, Alias and Hero’s, is also a fun twetter.

Took the dive

I took the dive and can now be found on Twitter.  I have no idea how often I’ll actually be using it as I’ve gone non geek and don’t spend much time here in front of the computer.  That’s a great deal in part because once again the WoW sub has run out and I’ve run through a lot of games already and have no new ones to fill the gaps.

I’m also not writing though I’ve got a story floating around in my brain.  I know the characters and the first hook but can’t finish with the ending or how I’ll get there.  I also am not sure how to write in a subtle love story without it being romance as that’s not what the story is about to me.  Of course I could work on it more, write it down, story tree it and flesh it out but that is work people!

Today with Kyle was one of those sublime days.  You know the ones where he wants his mommy but not so much I can’t go pee without him melting down.  He took naps well, was giggly and happy, snacked and entertained everyone at Aldi.  He guzzled 3 glasses of milk and 3 of water.  He was all smiles and we’d play cars for a bit then he’d wander off and do his own thing while I did mine.  Then in his simple way of telling me that he wanted me again he’d bring me one of his cars and hand it to me so I could make it pop out into a dinosaur.  Then he’d smile and laugh.

I do have worry points though.  He doesn’t mimic as much as other babies his age, he hasn’t gotten waving bye bye down and hardly does it, still doesn’t really do kisses unless it’s random and hasn’t done one hug.  He also doesn’t point to things he wants, though he does reach for them, and does not nod yes or no.  I suppose I’m being overly worried but while he does do babbling and social interaction it seems to me like he doesn’t care much for it unless it’s on his terms.  Though I could chalk that up to his being 1 and in his world everything should be on his terms.

There is proof

Got Shards?

Yeah, he’s got another one that says I cry because mommy plays WoW.  BTW, I’ve got an official level 80 now.  So I’m a real WoWer again.  Not just pretend.

Over all things are ok now.  Sadly Friday I have to go and have a tube shoved down my throat to check out my stomach.  Seems that chewing through Pepcid AC and Tums isn’t normal.  Who knew?  I have another test for next month too.

Kyle has found a new playmate!  Liam, Branden and Holly’s 3 year old.  Liam wasn’t really all that into other kids before.  But what can I say, the friendship is in the blood.  By day two Liam was handing Kyle his cars.  The ones that no one else touches to play with.  So Saturday they are going to come over for a play date.  And Holly is going to do some laundry.  Seems we moved from Quail at the right time.   By this point they hardly have heat at any time, the pool is always gross, they’ve been through 4 managers since me and in their building one washer and one dryer works.  Chris is now running for the hills too.  Good news for us ’cause we’re the hills and we get a rent credit for his lease.

Work is well.  I’m working with Sara more and most of my appeals get approved without too much issue.  At some time I may even get a raise.  Though from what I hear those things are hard to come by.

I’ve also impressed our tech support.  The clinic had to buy Sara a new computer so I called R up and told him we needed to point it to the server and get the key to the software.  Less than half way through the conversation he figured out while I may not always know an answer he didn’t have to spell things out to me.  Today he didn’t even think when I was setting up a shared printer when he asked if my PC had a static IP address.  And he didn’t blink when I told him yeah and what it was.

Problem is when I get him on the phone it ends up a long conversation.  He likes having someone to talk to on the other side of the phone who isn’t asking him “Ok what is an IP?”  And I freely admit to him my knowledge is limited and I’ll call him before I try and screw with it myself but now that he showed me that I can do it again on my own.

Of course today we got into the geek girls vs. the geek male ratio and he did accuse me of liking the attention.  My only response was to admit that, yeah, to some degree I did.  Why the hell else would I wear a tight pink tee shirt with the words “Talk Nerdy To Me” across my chest to a convention?  I didn’t tell him that part though.  I just agreed with him that it is rather nice for the ego.

I’m happy in my marriage, Jason is too.  But it is nice to know that you are still attractive to people who haven’t seen you vomit or with tissue stuffed up your nose.

That’s, sadly, about it for now.  Kyle will be one in less than a month.  Where did the last year go?

The Mek is back and you’re gonna be in trouble….

I am officially a WoW player again.  Mek’s up and rolling and strolled through Kara last night for some good old fashioned killing fun.  Man it feels good to be a warlock.

In my last few months of pregnancy I was so tired that everything was an effort, sitting upright was near impossible for long periods of time and it placed Kyle square on my bladder.  So I peed.  A lot.  Around that time Angelic Wrath breathed it’s last breaths and I and the other officers were working on trying to keep the people who’d stayed with us and supported us a float in the game.  Then came the merge with Corner Stones of Azeroth and the bumps that come with that.  I didn’t raid much and when I could I was completely useless most of the time.

Post Kyle I was so tired when I got home I wanted to play mindless games where I could point and click then not think of strat or how to get my butt out of that spot I just put it in.  Then game the stretch of money when I wasn’t getting paid for more than a month at a time.  I had to take a break.

During that time the guild moved on, as they always do.  I was demoted, which is understandable.  I’m not out geared and out classed by most everyone and I feel a little a drift.  I wouldn’t say that I’m not happy, just sort of floating in that odd do I belong or not sort of place.  My tepid mention of maybe raiding again was met but an even more tepid response and I realize I don’t know a lot of the people anymore.

But, over all it’s a great guild.  Zultura is a very nice person.  I want to contribute so I farm and send mats to the bank and pass over gear that’s actually an upgrade from Kara, sad yes?, to alts.  I’m not a raider and I’m in a raiding guild.

Even with this sort of floating non belonging belonging I’m so happy to be back.  To be Meki.  For a long time I lost myself in being Kyle’s mommy and now I have a piece of Dana back.  I play once he’s in bed for the night or sometimes while he’s playing in his excersaucer behind me.  He likes the movement and dancing.  But I still don’t come anywhere near the play time I once had.  And I’m ok with that.  Because I don’t play for the gear or the glory, I never did.  Yeah, I get pride when I wear gear that is hard fought and other, lesser Warlocks drool, and there is a thrill from being from a guild that people respect.  But really I play for me, because after being Jason’s wife, Kyle’s mommy and an employee I’m a gamer.  And I’m a WoW player.