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I’m transcribing today. Now, I knew about my procrastinating ways, but damn, have they bit me in the ass this time. I’d kick myself if I weren’t so sore from my first second krav class this morning. The next time I have homework to do for the weekend, someone link this post back at me, remind me of what a moron I would be to attempt to do it all in one day again.

In other news, I spent $40 on yarn yesterday at a nifty little yarn sale for charity in Brentwood. Needless to say, I’d rather be knitting. Also, peanut butter and jelly sammiches rock muchly.

This post has been brought to you by the number 6 and the white bulldog in the DentaStix dog treats commercial.

I’m waiting for one more approval, then I’ll post the link to the pictures from the Wolfram & Hart Annual Revue, I swear! Of course, I could just comment out the one that I’m waiting for, but that’s too much like work.

In other news, today is March 5th, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my friend Bill, and my immortalizer David Fury! May it be a wonderful day for you both!

Also, after much toiling, and much torture from my producers, the two projects I’ve been working on for the past four/five months went live this week: Museum and GCI. Go, poke around, learn something, and then send your kudos this way, and I’ll spread the love with the rest of the team. 🙂

That’s all I have for now. Maybe more later.

I’ve been extremely lax in the updating lately, for which I’m very sorry. Life has been kicking my ass, and I just haven’t been motivated to write about it. This is particularly sad, as I had a great weekend last week for the annual Buffy/Angel party/reunion, but as it was coupled with the very expensive disabling of my car, I’ve been avoiding thinking about even that. But soon, I promise to fill you all in on:

• my car.
• the party.
• my new job which caused me to go without food or water for 24 hours and still live to tell the tale!
• the lack of water pressure in my shower, which now resembles Chinese water torture.

Until then, I have a kickboxing class waiting for me. Ta!

American Airlines Pilot Plugs Christianity
(Just what you want to hear right before a guy takes you several miles above the earth in a multi-ton hunk of metal.)

Federal judge authorizes subpoena of anti-war protest group members
(Joe McCarthy lives!)

And, to show that it’s not all about politics in Polgaraland, Throw Rocks at Boys

So in the grand scheme of things, this week was worse than last week, but not nearly as bad as the week before. Is that progress?

I’ve found some things missing from the site that didn’t make it to the restoration. I’ll try to get to that this weekend, as well as possibly posting the pictures from Christmas. I suck, I know, but after the month I’ve had at work, the last thing I’ve wanted to do is more web stuff when I get home. I’ll attempt to do better, though, I promise.

The bad news for this week was finding out that one of my best friends is moving back east. I have many thoughts on this, but really, no time to put them down. Again, maybe this weekend. The good news for this week would be that Mom and the sis have booked their flights for their annual spring visit, woo! Can’t wait to introduce them to Quiz Night. *g*

My weekend is going to be rather tame. Today we have a party to attend up at the Museum, and tonight I get to go see George Sarah finally. Tomorrow is kickboxing, Sunday is the delegate caucus, and then Monday I get to partake in the joyous wonder of California’s jury system. Woo. Eh, whatever. As long as I don’t land on a jury that will interfere with my vacation time in two weeks, I’m ok with it. Civic duty and all.

Also this weekend, John is performing at the Ontario Improv. I’d go, but alas, I’m still in the post-Christmas financial freakout. I’ll get another chance in March, when he’ll be at the Brea Improv, but damn it would’ve been nice to see him this weekend, if only ’cause I could sure use the laugh. I still find it weird that we live in the same city, just a couple of miles apart, and we never see each other outside of comedy clubs (and then, only twice in three years). Families are odd, yo.

For those of the geeky persuasion, go forth and mock. Or, ya know, cringe in recognition.