Aug. 15th, 2006
A Confession...
Aug. 15th, 2006 10:02 am...in which I admit my love for 80s pop music.
Last night, I was finishing reading the newest Entertainment Weekly, and I discovered that in the music section they had a small bit on the reissue of the Rick Springfield album (now CD) "Working Class Dog." That reminded me that I hadn't listened to the Rick Springfield CDs I have in my cube. So now I'm sitting here, chair-dancing to occasionally-pure-cheese-but-still-enjoyable Rick Springfield songs I remember fondly from my teenage years.
Listening to Rick Springfield always reminds me of my friend Anna, with whom I was very close all through high school but of whom I've since lost track, and makes me wonder what she's up to. Anna and I were kind of destined to meet and be friends, I've always felt. When my parents brought me to her house that first fall we knew each other (for her 15th birthday party, maybe?), since they'd never met her mother, they decided to come in and say hello. About 10 minutes into their conversation, it was discovered that my dad had dated Anna's mom when they were both in college. Small world, indeed.
So now I'm sitting here in my cube, hoping the cube-neighbors will be understanding if they catch me mid-chair-boogie. 'Cause I can't sit completely still while listening to this stuff.
Last night, I was finishing reading the newest Entertainment Weekly, and I discovered that in the music section they had a small bit on the reissue of the Rick Springfield album (now CD) "Working Class Dog." That reminded me that I hadn't listened to the Rick Springfield CDs I have in my cube. So now I'm sitting here, chair-dancing to occasionally-pure-cheese-but-still-enjoyable Rick Springfield songs I remember fondly from my teenage years.
Listening to Rick Springfield always reminds me of my friend Anna, with whom I was very close all through high school but of whom I've since lost track, and makes me wonder what she's up to. Anna and I were kind of destined to meet and be friends, I've always felt. When my parents brought me to her house that first fall we knew each other (for her 15th birthday party, maybe?), since they'd never met her mother, they decided to come in and say hello. About 10 minutes into their conversation, it was discovered that my dad had dated Anna's mom when they were both in college. Small world, indeed.
So now I'm sitting here in my cube, hoping the cube-neighbors will be understanding if they catch me mid-chair-boogie. 'Cause I can't sit completely still while listening to this stuff.
Tuesday Rambly Bits
Aug. 15th, 2006 02:25 pm-- After meeting ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mabfan today for lunch, I went into Park St. station, where they're installing the new Charlie Card/Charlie Ticket machines. I asked the guy in the booth whether there was some mechanism for turning tokens into Charlie Tickets, since the T is still sending tokens as refunds when you send in an on-time-service claim. He said that the Charlie Card machines take tokens as payment.
-- I am bizarrely annoyed by people who use a comma to set off an apposive phrase but don't put in the second comma. For example:
This actuallyimpacts affects readability, and that ticks me off.
Yeah. I'm a punctuation nerd. I'm comfortable with that.
-- Pi-Con was a lot of fun. When I have more brain, I may type up a brief con report. Panels went well, for the most part. Spending an hour talking toterri_osborne about SG-1 and SGA was way, way fun. And the Small Press and Self Publishing panel (which I was on with saraphina_marie was also fun, as well as informative and well attended (it was my best-attended panel).
-- Me toeal: The birth control pill is the Mussolini of women's cycles.
--tapuz and laurens10 gave me Hebrew magnetic poetry for my birthday. I am now trying to figure out where in my cube is the best place for various and sundry Hebrew sentences to randomly appear. Not that anyone in the office other than me (and visitors from the home office) would understand them, but they amuse me.
mabfan today for lunch, I went into Park St. station, where they're installing the new Charlie Card/Charlie Ticket machines. I asked the guy in the booth whether there was some mechanism for turning tokens into Charlie Tickets, since the T is still sending tokens as refunds when you send in an on-time-service claim. He said that the Charlie Card machines take tokens as payment.-- I am bizarrely annoyed by people who use a comma to set off an apposive phrase but don't put in the second comma. For example:
Bob, the man I met yesterday has not called me back.
This actually
Yeah. I'm a punctuation nerd. I'm comfortable with that.
-- Pi-Con was a lot of fun. When I have more brain, I may type up a brief con report. Panels went well, for the most part. Spending an hour talking to
terri_osborne about SG-1 and SGA was way, way fun. And the Small Press and Self Publishing panel (which I was on with saraphina_marie was also fun, as well as informative and well attended (it was my best-attended panel).-- Me to
eal: The birth control pill is the Mussolini of women's cycles.--
tapuz and laurens10 gave me Hebrew magnetic poetry for my birthday. I am now trying to figure out where in my cube is the best place for various and sundry Hebrew sentences to randomly appear. Not that anyone in the office other than me (and visitors from the home office) would understand them, but they amuse me.