Joanie’s post about the Lexus driver who got in her airspace a few days ago prompted me to recall what happened to me just about two years ago when I was in SoCal (Orange County, to be precise) picking up my 300ZX which I’d just purchased over the Internet and had flown out to drive home to Texas. The car’s owner was a very nice and very upwardly mobile 30-something who just happened to work very nearby the airport (John Wayne Int’l Airport in Orange County) where I’d just landed. (My feet still hadn’t touched the ground at this point, though!) W had already agreed that I’d call him at his office as soon as my plane landed and he’d come pick me up and take me to get “my” car. So when I phoned him to tell him I had arrived, he was very specific (to the point of being ANAL, I thought) about what car he was driving. He told me he’d be in a white Lexus sedan and proceeded to rattle off the license place number. Being without a pen and paper, I just let him go on, not bothering to write the numbers down. (Good grief, why on earth would I need to know THAT?) So I go out to the curb, as excited as can be, and wait. Not five minutes later, up drives a nice white Lexus sedan. Like a little puppy, tail wagging, I trot out to the street as he drives up, a big grin on my face. I peered in and the driver looked at me, apprehension on his face, and KEPT ON GOING. Uh, wrong car I guess. So I take my place back on the curb, my excitement just slightly subdued by the encounter. A few minutes later up comes another white Lexus sedan. Again, it keeps going. Long story short, about the tenth white Lexus sedan that drives by (I shit you not!) has my guy at the wheel. NOW I know why he wanted me to have his license plate number. I guess the white Lexus sedan (with tan leather interior and moonroof) is the national car of California?

Today is the last day of school for kids in the Houston ISD and other school districts across Texas. A lot of high school kids will be out looking for summer jobs. I thought I’d reflect on my first job. (And ironically, while taking a break from my present job — 20 years ago I wouldn’t be able to do what I’m doing right now!) Read more .. »

I remain a curious onlooker (much as one might be when happening upon an accident on the freeway — you just can’t help yourself) over at Acidman’s site. His preoccupation with links, delinks and unlinks and this Survivor Game are now bordering on the creepy. As if we don’t have enough cutthroat TV (Survivor, The Bachelor, etc., etc., etc.) we are treated to this little carnival sideshow. Crowds gather weekly, bloodlust in the air. (Well, I’m being melodramatic here, really. But you knew that. You DID know that, didn’t you?) I don’t need anyone to hold my hand while I trim my blogroll. I may need someone to hold my hair back while I puke, though.

Took the test offered at The Political Compass. (Thanks for the link, Scott!) Here are my results; I’m not surprised: Read more .. »

This piece of spam that just landed in my inbox takes the cake. Especially the subject line:

Subject: Bigger penis head – created [sic] a more mushroomed and muscular look….

Now speaking strictly as a girl, I’m not interested in penis heads or mushroom heads. (Mushroom clouds — well, that’s another matter altogether; just ask Rob.) In fact, those kind of things don’t even cross my mind. And if they cross yours, you really need to seek professional help. The rest of the spam goes on….

MALE PENILE ENLARGEMENT Penis Enlargement Doesn’t Get Any Easier Imagine the confidence when you’re in the locker room and those other guys take notice of your … Bigger, Longer and Thicker Penis Now!

Now, I’m not a guy (obviously), but if I were, and I saw another guy eyeing my dick, I wouldn’t be proud. I’d be scared. Guys?

I was all set to bid on a new pair of speakers on e-Bay today. Why? Because I noticed that my favorite songs I loaded up using Windows Media Player sounded like… well, to be honest, like SHIT. The bad thing is I have ears like a she-wolf. So it really sounded awful. Music is very important to me. I love having it on at work and at home. And these speakers (Bose three ways with subwoofer) weren’t even that old. They were just old enough to not be in warranty anymore. Well, when I clicked on the link to the Hangover Song, from my post below, just to be sure the link worked, up loaded Apple Quick Time. And the music sounded crystal clear! So I fired up WinAmp (which I had abandoned in favor of Media Player, since we use it on our NT machines at work too), and the songs sounded great. In short, my speakers ROCK OUT. So I’m pointing the finger of blame, scorn and shame at my Windows Media Player. What is wrong with it? Missing CODECs?? Anyone?

I’ve had this little ditty laying around on my hard drive for awhile, and since I’ve been doing some computer housekeeping, I’ve been listening to a lot of the stuff I’ve got stored. This song was found on Usenet in alt.binaries.mp3s. It’s by Slim Dusty, from the album “Beer Drinking Songs of Australia,” where I’m sure Acidman will find some kindred spirits. He’s just returned from a fishing trip and according to him, he looks, feels (and smells?) like an animal that lives out in the desert that hasn’t been rained on in about 20 years. The MP3 is a 3.6MB download. Lyrics below. (I knew my shorthand would come in handy for something!) Read more .. »

Anyone know the original of this? I’m thinking Dr. Demento, but I also thought I saw it on SNL back in the mid-80s. Lyrics and 1.75MB mp3 below. Read more .. »

I’m conducting an experiment in human nature. Humor me.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sick to death of spam. I have several e-mail accounts, most of which I’ve managed to shield from spammers, but the ones that didn’t escape (most notably the e-mail address used for e-Bay transactions) are flooded on a daily basis. It’s getting ridiculous. This anti-spam bill might have a chance at changing that. We can only dare to dream. If this bill were passed, it would require U.S. “spammers” to place an ADV or ADULT:ADV tag on ALL their spam. This would make it easy to create filters that weeded those messages out. The interesting thing about this bill is the “bounty” it places on the heads of spammers who do not comply. Of course, if you ARE concerned with your penis size, your partner’s pleasure, baldness, or are in dire need of a free PDA, laptop, business cards, and teen porn, then just don’t put those tags on your spam filter and business will continue as usual…. Let the spam roll on in. Right now, I get about 100 pieces of e-mail a day. I’d be willing to bet that only 5-10 are legitimate e-mails directed to me personally from people I know or people needing to contact me. (To discuss something other than the size of my (nonexistent) dick!)