Okay, okay: a female massage therapist. Work: hell. I got stuck at work until 7pm, horribly late for massage/chiro session. Have decided I have to work completely differently from the way I’m used/was trained/prefer to work in order to keep up with all the crap I now have to do, in addition to additional crap for when certain people are out. I’m not happy about this. The massage helped. And the chiropractor beat up on me too, so that’s 2 girls. Nyah. There’s more, but dammit I sit up late way, way too late trying to catch up with my…
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What’s all the fuss about blogging? Sometimes they record the really important shit in a person’s life and worldview, rather than just the trivial ephemera. My stuff is in the latter category – ginmar‘s, on the other hand, is definitely the former. I can see snapping in this heat, how having to be out in it would sap you of all your energy, how pushing someone in this weather would make them weak. And yet the IPs we saw were pleasant, if relaxed, while the INGs looked like they were trying to make the best of it. They toss up…
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US firm Savvis was allegedly earning up to $2 million a month from 148 of the world's worst spammers, a former employee had claimed. Following talks with anti-spam groups, Savvis has now promised to get rid of the spammers using its network. I'd never heard of Savvis, but the subsidiary they bought and "inherited" the spammers from didn't have a good reputation from what I recall (I used to read some of the anti-spam newsgroups back in the day). However, it's likely someone will form a new corporation to pick up all that lovely business, because Savvis really, really liked…
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Hey, wacky NASA guys! Careful with that thing, you could have hurt somebody – like my MOM for Christ’s sake!! Jeeez! Be more careful next time. (when I saw the news footage at lunch, with only sketchy closed captioning, it looked like they were finally reported the aliens had landed… really hard.)
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I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. Yesterday was from hell. I kept getting sidetracked by more and more issues and then I’d get reminded of all the extra stuff I have to keep an eye on with my TL out of town, and I got out of there at almost 645pm. One of the international travelers completely rebooked her India itinerary. Twice! I was ready to come through the phone and smack her, because in the end it was the same way I booked it to start with, except with a stopover in London.…
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Gotta go, we’re off for a drive to celebrate our anniversary. When I get back, I’ve got a new recap to read. Huzzah for Miss Alli. To Baldly Go…
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Yesterday we went up to Dan and Deb’s for an open house celebrating their new house (it’s rent-to-own). It was a nice time – lot of the neighbors came, which was nice for them. It was kind of a crowd and kind of loud, which was not so nice for me. There was a lot of food – probably shouldn’t have hit the carob-covered pretzels quite so hard. After we’d been there a few hours, Mitch took off to kidnap Gloria away from some law project she was working on, and we and David’s parents met them at the Weber…
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Activist/protestor June Brashares shouted “Bush Lied, People Died” during the worship service/acceptance speech, and was quickly hustled out of the area. Another protestor, Jodi Evans, also protested and was also speedily removed. The onlookers gawk, smiling smugly, at the spectacle of a basher in Barbara Bush pearls getting tossed out of their little pep rally. This is a screen capture from the video. And yes, that’s a security guy’s hand, attempting to muzzle her as she passes by the press section and all their hungry, hungry microphones. Via MR in conjunction with Joshua Berman of the LA Weekly.
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I had my first “real” session with the new chiropractor last night. If you’ve been to the “back cracker” you know the drill; at some point, therapeutic violence will be done to your musculo-skeletal system. And at that point, you’ll make a loud “Whuff!” sound and hear alarming crackling sounds transmitted not through the air to your ears from without, but through your bones to your ears from within. Did that. Yep. No T-shirt, though. And I’ve been snap, crackle, poppin’ all day since then. My neck was temporarily loosened up last night (the masseur, Tyrone, went town on several…
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Racing ineptitude abounds as lost bags, new taxi arguments, and misread clues send the teams on a remarkably sloppy trip through India. Ah, India. Can Colin find a more intense way to make a brick? Can a Twinkie make a brick at all? Will Linda be this week’s arrested contestant? Will Nicole stop into a mosque for a latte? Will the locals hurt themselves pushing taxis for teams who don’t even want to help? And most of all, will Brandon shave his head for his half of a million dollars? The answers to these and other questions in this week’s…