So my dealings with moronic bay area drivers has prompted me to create a new category for my classifications: ‘Rants’ – hopefully I won’t have to add too many to this category. I’m heading up north 880 towards Milpitas and some chick in an SUV who is RIGHT BESIDE me, just starts coming over into my lane. Doesn’t look or anything, just starts merging. I had to slam on the brakes, and fishtailed for 20 or 30 yards to not get hit. Then, sunday on my way home from church, I’m waiting at a light to turn onto Hillsdale, and there is a large safety zone at thislight – in front of a fire station. It’s marked ‘keep clear’ and you’re not supposed to clog it up during a red light (in case the fire trucks need to get out. So I stop outside the safety zone, and while I’m waiting for the light, some moron pulls out of the line behind me, swoops past everyone (in the turn lane) and then pulls back into my lane in front of me, planted right in the middle of the ‘keep clear’ zone. Morons, all of them.

Now, about my memory. I was on my way to the light rail station, and I thought of something I needed to blog about. So I wrote a little reminder on my hand – the letters ‘F. P.’ Now that I’m at my computer, do you think I have the slightest clue what ‘F. P.’ stands for? Nope. Not a hope. Not a shred of understanding in my puny little brain. *sigh*

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Well, lots of interesting things.. my powerbook is in the shop due to the superdrive freaking out, it won’t accept CD’s anymore. So off to Apple it goes. I sent it off before I realized that the book reader scripts I dug up for Ealasaid were on it, but hopefully nothing bad will happen :).

Went to a meeting of South Bay Bloggers last night, among the motley band of malcontents that appeared were:

• Antwon
• Ealasaid
• Courtney
• Elke
• Fling93
• Mark
• Jonas
• Jill
• David
• Buzz
• Sylvia

  And of course, others I didn’t recognize by sight, or am unable to match faces to blogs (It’s surprisngly difficult, given the topics of discussion at these. Who would guess that Twon, he of the essay-length posts and rambling social commentary would be the person discussing how to blend in with a group of drunk cubs fans at Wrigley Field? The antwon.com bumper sticker holding on his rear fender gives you some idea though…) If I forgot you on this list, let me know (and a small headshot to correspond a face to the name/blog would help!)

  And lastly, another denizen of the ether – PitBull has opened a new photoblog that I am going to try to get my photography back on line with. (Right. I barely have time to poop, let alone shoot and crop.)

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Did anyone see the cover of the SJ-Mercury News today? Todd Harvey, hanging his head. That pose, it’s unspoken eloquence sums up the feelings of a hundred thousand Sharks fans, to get close enough to touch it, but come up short. This morning I got up, got Caitlin ready, took her to school and then went to my dentist’s appointment, only to find that my appointment is *next* week, not *this* week. So I went to Denny’s for breakfast. I read the paper, wallowed in my depression, and now I sit here, at work, unmotivated, tired, and grump-ay. I hope no-one bothers me today.

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Most of 2000 I worked for a startup named lightsocket.com. The people there were pretty cool, and when I got married they had a little party right before my vacation time started, and they got me a bunch of cool things, like an espresso machine and some hazelnut syrup.

So I’m surrounded by all these laughing, shouting people, opening gifts and having cake and soda and stuff, and I open this bottle of hazlenut syrup and they’re all cheering, so what do I do?

I take the top off and take a hit.

The crowd goes wild, and starts chanting ‘HARD-CORE! HARD-CORE!”

Don’t ever try this at home folks. It took a week to get the sugar out of the cracks between my teeth. That stuff is sweet.

Since then, I don’t go for hazelnut so much. I still have that same bottle, half full in my cubicle right now.

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Caitlin has some kind of an allergy, this morning after breakfast, she was covered in huge white welts, all on her hands, feet, legs and arms. Some benadryl helped but her hands and feet were still puffy. The doctor says that she might be developing a nut allergy, and I don’t like the sound of that. I’d hate to have to carry an epipen everywhere I go with her, in case she comes into contact with a peanut. The thought of not being able to help her is so frustrating. I feel powerless.

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