Hello, Hello Again
September 23, 2005 ... 8:00 a.m.
[watching An Indecent Proposal]
Pinball:“Eibisch, would you sleep with Robert Redford for $1,000,000?”
Eibisch:“Yep.”
Pinball:“For $500,000?”
Eibisch:“Yep.”
Pinball:“For $250,000?”
Eibisch:“Yep.”
Pinball:“For $125,000?”
Eibisch:“Pinball, I would sleep with Robert Redford for two Tic-Tacs and a muddy shoelace.”
Hi! Guess what? I'm not dead!
My old computer died and I got a new one. I paid for 3-day shipping. HA! My flat screen (I know--ooo la la) monitor, speakers and the 5-in-1 printer came 15 days after I placed the order. However, the tower took the long way from California, detouring through Pennsylvania, before arriving about a month late. What it was doing, I do not know. Perhaps it was touring Dutch county, buying some Amish quilts. Perhaps it was seeing the wondrous sights of Philadelphia—Constitution Hall, the Liberty Bell, the … cream cheese. Alas, I am destined not to know.
Also, I added a "RANDOM" link up there in top left corner.
Remember last entry, how I said I wanted a Siamese kitten or maybe a black and white one? Remember?
And now, you’ve heard of cock-a-peek-a-poos? 1/3 cocker spaniel, 1/3 Pekinese and 1/3 Poodle?
Meet Karly…
Karly is adorable and 2 months old. We’re training her now, she’s doing well—just a few accidents. We got her when she was 6 weeks old and we think she had already been mistreated—she flinches and cowers and that isn’t normal. Now. Karly’s parents were purebred—papered show dogs, the whole nine yards. Her mother was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and her father was a Rottweiler. How’s that for a combo?
School started and is tres boring. I knew it was really bad when I was in class one day and, in my head, started playing Jurassic Park: Operation Genesis in my head and contemplating if it was possible to house the velociraptors in the restrooms.
My sister is fascinated by the Hurricane that hit the Gulf coast. We all are—the fallout and aftermath are amazing. The very best and very worst of humanity. And, my mom says, the most moronic. (Republican voters, I’m looking your way. Ok, I guess that is unfair. DUBYA, I’m looking your way.) But Bootsie is interested for an entirely different reason—she shares her name with the hurricane. Yep.. We have a friend in Florida who said the hurricane was nothing when it passed over them. Bootsie said to wait—her namesake would be a bitch, one for the books. And she was right. A 25-year-old--born and raised in Iowa, who has not one iota of interest in national news and even less interest in national weather news—totally called it. One would think the government of the United States or, oh I don’t know, freaking FEMA might a few more resources than me (The Weather Channel and my kid sister) that would enable them to avoid a national disaster or, at the very least, respond promptly. But, hey, that’s just me.
By the way, we switched back to AOL. Not my choice, but whatever. Same screen names as before, I have the same AIM. I have to get Yahoo Messenger or whatever it is called onto the new computer. Also, anyone who wrote me at MSN and hasn’t heard from me … that’s because I lost my address book. So write me at eibisch@hotmail.com or at the AOL addy if you know it.
In other news, Bootsie has started her own business. She is actually really good at it. I didn’t expect her to suck abysmally, but she surprised me. I thought she’d be nervous and flustered with her new clients, but she’s great. If she’d treat me that well, I might be persuaded to work for with her.
We’ll see.
Currently Reading: The Romanov Prophecy by Steve Berry
Listening To: The Cars Just What I Needed: Anthology
... ’cause when you’re standing oh so near, I kinda lose my mind ...
