Two Cats Are Ten Times More Cats Than Just One

| February 27th, 2008 | 4 Comments

Back in November my impulsive inner child decided she wanted a kitten. The Captain came home that night to be greeted by this face -

Bella

He instantly fell in love with her, of course, (who wouldn’t?) and all was happy at our little house.

For a short time.

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Diary of a Novice Web Designer

| February 26th, 2008 | 2 Comments

laptopDay 1: Attend my first Intermediate HTML class. Discover that the final project is building a web site with requirements such as “Must have at least one use of event-based ‘feature’ javascript,” “Must have at least 8 examples of ‘SEOed’ text / markup,” and “Must work in both Internet Explorer 6/7 and Firefox with AND without javascript.” Hyperventilate and consider dropping class.

Day 8: Attend second class. Still in state of shock from reading syllabus. Come out of coma long enough to realize I haven’t done much of anything yet and I’m probably in over my head. Decide to wing it.

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Fact: Black Cats Prefer Anne Rice

| February 25th, 2008 | 1 Comment

Bella loves Anne Rice

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Biceps Not Included

| February 23rd, 2008 | 2 Comments

hammerTo anyone who’s ever said, “I’ll do it myself!” I salute you . . . you crazy son of a bitch.

Long ago I determined that a childhood love of Legos means that I have the makings of a mechanical engineer and can therefore build anything. In my defense, given enough time and an instruction booklet in English, Spanish, French, and Dutch, I usually am able to construct something like the picture on the box. That doesn’t mean I have an easy go at it, of course, as I was reminded when I dug up this journal entry this afternoon:

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I Could Never Be Desperate Enough to Be on TV to Become the Valtrex Girl

| February 19th, 2008 | No Comments

prescriptionI remember that as a teenager I thought the lowest form of self-debasement was putting on a chicken suit and dancing outside a dry cleaners to help increase business. (It wasn’t until I became a school mascot for a night that I realized that no one knows who’s actually in the costume, so your dignity isn’t really compromised.)

Nowadays, I flinch the same way whenever I see the Valtrex chick. I couldn’t say how lucrative a business starring in those commercials might be, but I doubt it’s enough money to be forever thereafter known as the “herpes girl.” I mean, even if you actually HAVE herpes, do you really want the whole world to know about it?

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Posted by Stacey in Random, Rants