Sunday, May. 30, 2004
I'm at Friend's house after a day of running errands. She's been sick, and I've been on the run. It's about an hour's drive from home to here, then once I got here had another hour turnaround to go get some computer stuff for the station.
Went and got us some food, sat down (finally) for a couple of hours - finally got the opportunity to watch the television show, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Liked it, thought it had some distinctly funny moments, but it seemed a little bit forced to me. Probably my imagination.
Still liked it. It poked perfect fun at every stereotypical mold, reminding us that often stereotypes are established on fact. Not always, but enough to make it fun.
Checking into some domain/webspace options so if my current provider tanks, I've got a backup that should be a little more reliable. Basically would be hosting my own, on a remote server. Would allow me more control over the four domains I manage, would allow more space and options, and wouldn't cost me any more than I'm paying now for only two of them.
But not sure I'll reinstall all of the features I now am carrying, for a whole lot of reasons. I'm tired of being caught in the middle of things and seems like that's where I always end up. That's what I get for having such diverse friends, I suppose, but it's a pain in the ass when some take the prima donna road and others choose to piss people off just because they can. Then I get put into a position where I have to choose. In this case I chose to bring the roof down on everyone, literally (in the context of an RPG). Just waiting to see how the others react.
It really hasn't been a bad day today, just didn't accomplish a lot of the stuff I planned to do. However, my deposit was finally applied to my bank account, and good thing. I need to pay some bills when I get home!
Went shopping today for a few things - looking for shoes, had decided to dye my hair, and some other odds and ends.
Didn't find shoes that worked and backed out of the hair dye at the last minute. I waited too late to go to an actual shoe store. That left me with the Wal Mart option, which is no option at all. I don't have a shoe fetish, like 00 - I own five pair and four of them are at least several years old. In fact, only the newest pair hasn't begun to seriously deteriorate. But I am a shoe snob. I don't buy cheap shoes, because 1) in the long run you pay more for replacing them and 2) I have problems with one of my knees that are exacerbated by trying to take the cheap way out on footwear. When my knee swells up to the size of a watermelon and effectively puts me out of commission for a week at a time, it's a pretty good sign I should be doing something different.
I've got a pair of Easy Spirits sandals that I've had forever and am loath to toss out, but in all reality they've had it. They are going to hit the trash when I get home, no point in them taking up space in my closet any more. Not much better for my only pair of dress shoes, and the soles are coming off of one pair of sneakers, the lining coming apart on the other... So as much as I hate the process, it's time for me to go shoe shopping again. I'll try the outlet mall tomorrow before I go home. If I'm lucky I can find some decent pumps for under $75. If not, I'll have to wait no matter what.
Heaven help me if I ever have to move someplace that requires snow boots again! I hate shopping for shoes even worse than I hate shopping for purses. I can never find anything I like in that department either.
And for you guys, you'll appreciate knowing that the phrase size matters doesn't only apply to sex. They seem to only make purses in two sizes and neither one is good.
The first one, "I have no life", is so small that it will hold one tube of lipstick, maybe a credit card, and pretty much nothing else. In some models, omit the lipstick and pray that you've got the 'mini' model of credit card.
The second purse size is, "In case of emergency, this bag can be used as temporary housing for destitute families, or as a portable garage for a hummer." It's nice if you want someplace to park your car besides out in the hot sun - just tuck it into your purse - but hell on your back to carry it around. Given the choice between the two I'll take the smaller version, but stuff in a pen instead of lipstick and force in a $20 bill now and then.
I try to find a happy medium - literally a medium in this case. On the rare occasion when the size is right and they didn't sweeten the lining with lead pellets, I snatch it up and hold onto it forever, or until it wears out, whichever comes first. I may get tired of looking at it, but I get more tired of aching shoulders and back.
Just in case there's some guy out there drooling at the prospect of a woman who loves shopping for tools and hates shopping for shoes and purses - I'm still as bad as any other woman when it comes to shopping for clothes, and worse than most when it comes to furniture and other things for the house. Besides which, there's that whole ugly thing going on, you know.
Reasoning for backing out of the hair dye is kind of an odd ambivalence. When I mentioned it, 00 asked me why on earth I wanted to dye my hair. She said I should leave it, since I have no gray at all (not entirely true but in a sense she's right - you really can't see it unless you're pulling out individual strands.) Then there's the fact that I always end up sick of it and cut off the color as soon as it's grown out enough to be practical. Since I decided to let my hair grow out again, that's not a practical solution.
In other words, I was going to either go much lighter blond, or bright red - and I chickened out.
I'm too tired to do much coherent writing tonight so I'll conclude with a quiz result from the quiz posted by wench77:
What Planet Are You From?
this quiz was made by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )