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Posted by Gin on July 24, 2008

One gets much more what one might call “common courtesy” from the male sex when one wears a skirt to work. One should do this more often, so one can be lazy and not have to open one’s own doors or walk up the stairs because the elevator was not held for them. However, one is lazy and does not like to shave every day.
One one one one.


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Posted by Gin on July 24, 2008

The weather is rainy and gray and my mood has been the same – I think I need a haircut.
So I apologize for being unposty lately – I’m sorry, my chickens.

I’ve been listening to music to pull myself out of my funk and block out the bad karma flying around my head around here, so in lieu of yet another diatribe on the merits of caffeine/stupidity of people/awesomeness of [pop culture phenomena], I’ll share a couple of songs with you.

This is Photograph, off of Jamie Cullum’s Catching Tales that I posted about previously. (Sorry I can’t find a better video, but I like the album version better then the video cut of the song.)

I love the opening piano line – it’s new and innocent and hopeful, and I love how that fits so perfectly with the message of the song: “When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life, I see so much magic though I missed it at the time.” Dude. Word.

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Posted by Gin on July 22, 2008

Aw, this is cute. I love this song to begin with, but the ukelele gives it this nice, mellow charm.

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All Around The Limbo Clock

Posted by Gin on July 16, 2008

And a big limbo thanks to Paige at I *Heart* You for creating the post that dredged up the memory that has this stuck in my head from now until the end of time.

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Posted by Gin on July 16, 2008

Ugh, I am soooo over July.
The past several weeks have been busy and rough, and I wish that life had a fast forward button so I could zip through the next few weeks without having to actually deal with them. I dragged myself out of bed and through the motions of getting ready this morning, and I was pulling in the parking lot here at workwhen I realized that I may have forgotten to apply deodorant this morning. Hmmm. I have a stash of stuff for such occasions, but I’ll admit that as soon as I got to my desk and saw my inbox, I forgot about it…until a few minutes ago when I went to the bathroom and saw in my reflection three large telltale powdery white streaks across the shoulder of my navy blue shirt, which I’ve apparently been parading around with all morning. Awesome. Not so much a Secret, I guess. (I know, that was weak, but I had to.)

I was out of the office most of the day yesterday to attend a funeral for my great aunt. I spent 8+ hours with my mom and assorted family that I haven’t seen in probably five years, since my grandfather’s funeral. (I thought about it again and realized they probably came to my wedding in 2004, but I can’t remember a lot of that day). It was kind of surreal. I get extremely uncomfortable at funerals, and I did not really know that aunt nor do I know that branch of my family very well. It was physically and emotionally tiring to speak in platitudes all afternoon. I hate doing that; I hate being fake and formal, but apparently I’m good at it. I don’t know if that’s something to be proud of – I don’t think adding “Excellent bullshitter” to my qualifications necessarily makes me a more valuable employee.

As usual, I am struggling for breath under mounds of unfinished work (and yeah, I know, I’m whining about feeling overwhelmed but I still find enough time to whine). I am very, very close to waving a sad little white flag and admitting that I Really Don’t Know If I Can Do This. I keep thinking that I’d feel better if I could just have a really good cry, and (self-serving as it sounds) I’d thought that the funeral might be a good, obvious trigger, but no dice. I listened to a sappy song, finally alone in my car on the way home last night, but I could only squeeze out three little half-assed tears. I never thought it would be so frustrating to be unable to cry. Maybe that’s what it’s like to be a dude…

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Posted by Gin on July 14, 2008

If only all my problems could be solved by singing and dancing and swinging around some luggage…

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Posted by Gin on July 12, 2008

Remind me to tell you about the time I drove the 35 minutes to come in to work on a Saturday morning, only to discover that there was a server outage that no one knew about, rendering me unable to do anything aside from watch YouTube videos whilst waiting for assistance from IT, only to be ignored for an hour and a half before I finally said Fuck It and drove the now 45 minutes (traffic!) back home to a dirty kitchen and piles of laundry and half the day wasted.

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Are all husbands like children?

Posted by Gin on July 10, 2008

On the phone
Me (stressed): Server was down all afternoon, so I’m working pretty late tonight. You’re on your own for dinner – we’ve got leftovers and stuff in the fridge.

J (pitifully, with eyes dilated, at the optometrist’s): Oh. But I’m hungry nooooow.

Me: So go eat something. GOD.

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Posted by Gin on July 10, 2008

I’ve been totally buried this week. Send a rescue dog with the little jug of liquor around his neck. Throw me a life preserver made of chocolate chip cookies (but make it water resistant and buoyant or…something.) Send me a hug and a backrub.

So my brainpower is all used up on work, and I have no juice left for you, my lovelies, but here are a few bits of pulp:

-We had dinner at my in-laws’ on Sunday, and my 17 year-old brother-in-law and my 10 year-old nephew were playing Rock Band on drums and guitar, respectively. I watched for a while, and then asked if I could play on vocals; they agreed in much the same manner that you appease your crazy aunt every time she wants to regale you with the same tired story of the time she saw Wayne Newton in concert and he kissed her ON THE MOUTH. And then. I proceeded to Rock It. We played for nearly four hours, stopping only for a few minutes to eat dinner, and then when J pointed out that No Really, You Have To Work Tomorrow. There were a few songs I didn’t know, but still: Dude. It’s like karaoke with points, plus TAMBOURINE, which makes everything better. Aaand I gave my avatar a giant bouffant, which is pretty fucking awesome, too. Dear Rock Band, I love you; let’s make out. Love, Gin

-I went out and bought the first season of Mad Men yesterday, and (for me) the special features alone are worth the cost of the box set. I forgot how visually stunning this show is. Love! Do yourself a favor and put in on your queue, rent it, buy it, WATCH IT. If you don’t like it, you can march right down here and spit in my coffee. The new season starts on Sunday July 27 on AMC – just enough time for you to get all caught up!

-One of my coworkers keeps an herb garden that is producing like crazy, and she brought in a bunch to share with us. I got some rosemary and Greek oregano, and it’s sitting here on my desk in cute little mini paper bags. It smells so good I could huff it. Is that weird?

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Posted by Gin on July 8, 2008

Word, Susannah.

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