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June 26, 2007
dork out
So you all know by now that the iPhone comes out on Friday. There is 100% absolutely no reason why I need one, but I want one. Real bad. (Don't worry, I'm saving my nickels and pennies and won't be purchasing a $500 phone.) However, I have been (along with the rest of the world) assuming that the service plan necessary to make use of the iPhone would be prohibitive ... making it easier to not purchase a gadget I don't need.
Alas, alak, the plans are totally reasonable! What is a gadget loving gal to do?
Posted by amy at 12:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Tags: gadgets, iPhone
June 20, 2007
shivering in june
This thought occurs to me pretty much hourly as soon as the outside temperatures rise above 80 degrees: AIR CONDITIONING DOES NOT NEED TO BE SET AT 68 DEGREES IN AN OFFICE ENVIRONMENT. Let me explain. In an office environment, the people primarily remain stationary. They sit at desks, they take short walks to asscoffee machines, water coolers, lavatories, and neighboring offices. They do not expend a great deal of energy doing any of these activities. However, since the temperatures outside are over 80 degrees and it is seasonally appropriate to wear short sleeved shirts, sandals, and perhaps skirts these office workers [read: me] will FREEZE when remaining stationary at 68 degrees. Especially if there is an a/c vent positioned directly over their heads.
Anyway, I'm cold. Lots of knitting to share, but since it is primarily gifts y'all will have to wait till after the shower this weekend. Also, went camping and did other stuff. How does summer get so full so fast! Especially since summer doesn't officially start until tomorrow. Harumpf.
Posted by amy at 2:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Tags: brr, rants, wine wine wine
June 5, 2007
more brilliance
The scene: 7:27 a.m., my house.
Amy is scurrying around her living room, opening blinds, grabbing work-appropriate footwear (not walking shoes), umbrella, cell phone, and lip balm. She looks at the clock and notes that the bus should arrive in approximately one minute. She opens the front door to check if she needs a jacket. The air is refreshing and crisp, but not too cool. She grabs the handles of her purse, twists the lock on the inside of the door handle, and dashes out pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as the latch clicks in place she remembers that she never grabbed the housekeys off the counter. She looks up to see the Hyde Park bus barelling towards her so she runs to the curb waving her arm above her head. The bus stops, she boards, and heads off to work.
The ending of this story? When I arrive home in what will probably be a downpour, I get to figure out how to break into my apartment. Wish me luck!
Update, 5:23 p.m.
Operation break into Amy's house was a smashing success, even while on the phone with Ladyface the whole time!
Posted by amy at 9:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Tags: a.m. rituals, brilliance!, locked out
June 4, 2007
the dorkiest thing i've done recently
I'm sure that the entire planet (or at least the eency tiny bit of the planet that knows I exist) is aware that I desparately want to be a dog parent, but my current living situation precludes bringing a puppy home. A little over a year ago the awesome Abigail very nearly came to live with me, but not before my old landlord sold the house I lived in out from under me--evicting me with very little notice. After a whole lot of drama (and conversations with helpful lawyers) the situation was resolved, but I didn't have much time to find a new place to live. My current apartment is great--super location and really good landlord (miss communication aside). The only drawbacks are very little natural light and NO DOGS allowed. So. No puppy for me.
Recently it looked like I was about to move again, into a house with a huge yard with landlords willing to let me bring a pooch home and even dog-sit for me on occassion (the house is next door to my parents). But alas, alak, it is again looking like this won't happen soon, and maybe never. After getting my hopes up again, trolling the classifieds and humane society websites, and devouring information on puppy training from a variety of sources, I have to shut it off. Again.
So last Friday, to try to assuage that empty place where a puppy should be, I bought myself a very sweet and cuddly puppy shaped stuffed animal. This probably isn't healthy, but my puppy sure is cute! Plus, stuffed animals never need to be let out before I am ready to roll out of bed in the morning.
Now, a poll. Should he be named "Hamilton", "Taffy", or just "PUPPY!"? (Or "Boone" like the tag in his ear said when I brought him home?)
