Sit back and take a spin around my site. (This is the address for the old site : http://pianoforte.blogspot.com/)
The invitations have been sent, everything’s all clean, the candles are lit, the music is thumpin’, and the horse-durves look delicious. Now, I guess I just wait for the guests to arrive(?) *whew* This opening a blog site is hard work.
A few random thoughts for the day. That’s the kind of day it’s been.
So does anyone know of a good place for free online space? I’m looking for a little space to store little sniglets of pictures/photos to keep things visually interesting. Can anyone help? My 100mb on my iDisk (I don’t think) isn’t really usable that way. Thanks for your help.
Err, doc, I’m horny all the time and all my regulars have stopped calling me. Do you have any of those pretty white jackets with the jingly buckles in the back?
You know, it’s so funny. This corporate-bable language. Take-aways, action items, and my favorite so far… they aren’t “challenges”, they’re invitations to respond. That cracks my shit up! I’ve learned more at work than I thought possible. It’s very useful in the real world. You won’t get much work journaling though from me here because I have a kick-ass job that most people would kill to have. It’s fun, I’ve met a good amount of “famous” entertainers, blah blah blah, but best of all…. I don’t have to buy CDs. woot! (Well, not many.) It’s really crazy busy right now (Xmas you know) and layoff rumors are to be taken pretty serious. But hey, I figure can start selling off my CDs if I get laid-off and live, what?, a year or so off that. muhahaha
Word of the Day for Monday October 21, 2002:
mordant \MOR-d’nt\, adjective:
Biting; caustic; sarcastic.
Mr. Justice Moorcroft’s forte, a part which he had played
for so many years that it had become instinctive, was a
courteous reasonableness occasionally enlivened with shafts
of mordant wit.
–P. D. James, [1]A Certain Justice
So guess what happened this morning! Yup, you’re noticing a pattern too? Only THIS time you couldn’t pretend that there was something in your eyes or it wasn’t there. Huh? They don’t? oh…nevermind then. It was snowing. Again! I hate it. You’ve already heard it. ‘nuf said. (Don’t get me wrong, I hate HOT more.) I think it would be better with a man to snuggle upwith. This plactic one takes FOREVER to warm up.
I’m all about the fall foods right now. Craving chili, squash, apples (with dipping caramel *yum*). All that fall crap.
I wonder if this would work for the human obesity problem? You so silly… Gurl, I’m tryin’
So tennis lessons went well tonight. Gee, practice works. Who’da thunk it? I finally decided to COMMIT to lessons through the end of the year. I couldn’t decide for awhile but things are really clicking and I don’t want to lose momentum. Think I’m going to join the gay league soon. Maybe THERE I can meet some guys!
I’ve also recommited to lifting 2-3x a week. I’ve gotten away from it for about a month (or so) and it’s time. I miss being so sore I can’t scratch my back. Oh yeah, yes SL, I’m STILL planning to check out spinning (or revolution or whatever we’re calling it now) on Wednesday nights. I hear it REALLY hardens up your ass and, well… it can never be too bubble-y.
So speaking of bubbles… remind me to remind you how so not pretty old man flesh is at 8am in the morning. Tennis. AM. Yesterday. Locker room. Me vomiting. …uh, yeah, exactly. And I’m talking old in straight years, not gay years.
I think that’s about it. I need to study some español before bed. (Note to self: stop procrastinating and call latin tutor guy for weekly lessons. Maybe he’s cute and available. What!? Free lessons are a “good thing!” What ever happened to that bitch anyway?)
Last thought. Scenes. So we have queens and princesses (princessi?), bears and cubs, what about dogs (dawgs) and pups? You know, the in between scene. Sexy ripped guys that aren’t all hairy (or too nelly). Let not forget jocks in general. Canadian hockey players you say? *woof*