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ZOMG, this category is so boring and mainly for administrative purposes. I wrote over 1000 posts using Blogger between November 2000 and September 2002, and when I imported them into Movable Type back in 2002, I stuck them all here.
It’s one of those Saturdays
18
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
It’s one of those Saturdays I hate. When I was a child, my least favorite kind of Saturday was the kind that was sunny, cold, and involved housework. This is one of those days. Sun is shining, but it’s feezing outside, and housework beckons. I am ignoring it.
Scott Haapala (a photographer for Lotus, and incredibly cute friend of mine) commented to me the other day “How can you know the right thing to do and NOT do it?” As you might have guessed, he’s both a philosophy major and a complete boyscout, but despite his peachy-complexioned morals, his question has merit, even for those of us who are, shall we say, less than boyscouts.
I’ve been in Seattle for
15
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
I’ve been in Seattle for the last couple days, first doing work for Forrest-Pruzan, and today for Amazon. It’s been a good visit–last night I went down to Contour with N and Owen to watch Eddie and Scott spin. N and I hit the dance floor, and she start doing the bump with me, ramming her tiny little butt against my somewhat more ample one. Getting in the spirit of things, I poked my ass up in the air, pointed it at her, and bumped to my hearts content.
Unfortunately, she had shimmied out of the way, and I found myself madly grinding my butt against some surpised young man on the uncrowded dancefloor. I almost fell over I was laughing so hard. I apologized profusely to the poor young man who’d been victim to my bumping. He was laughing almost as hard as I was, but it definitely got the night off to a great start, and I was laughing solidly until I went to bed at 3am.
Do you like to play
13
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
Do you like to play with words? I do.
Another late night last night,
10
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
Another late night last night, but for a cause, damnit, for a cause: today I’m heading up to Seattle to meet with the ENTROSians, then visit with dear TC, then head to a White Trash/High Class drunken houseparty at Owen & Scott’s. I’ve got my trashy outfit ready–when I put on the cowboy boots, daisy duke cut-offs, halter top that looks like a red hanky, and cowboy hat, I looked in the mirror and did not recognize myself. Those were my dreadlocks hanging out from under the hat, but that was the limit of my self-recognition.
Andreas is still in LA–I think he and Dot were going to head up to her parents’ cabin somewhere in the mountains. Nice! I know they’re having a great time.
And so, all is well in the land of soy milk and honey.
Feeling much less ill today,
8
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
Feeling much less ill today, and even managed to make it to the gym. I watched the election results with a macabre interest. I know Bush will win (and struggle to have any sort of mandate), but Florida is sketchy. Extremely sketchy. Salon’s coverage has definitely been the best.
So, an interview on Friday with the folks at Entros. I’m a little hesitant, as my prior work with them ended not-so-greatly: I worked for the company from mid ‘97 until late ‘98, as an entertainment guide while I was in college, and then, after graduation, as a strung-along freelancer. I was ready to jump right into a “post college” career with the company, and they kept stringing me along until I quit to take an editing position at Microsoft. I can’t say I was totally sad when both the Seattle and San Francisco ENTROS facilities closed late in ‘99–their management methods left a lot to be desired, and I think it caught up with them. I was pleased with myself for getting out when I did.
However, that being said, the new ENTROS is much pared down and humbled. Gone is the General Manager from Domino’s Pizza with his creepy corporate techniques, gone is the controller who always “accidently” screwed up my paychecks (strangely, her mistakes were always UNDER payment…hmm…), and the drunk restraunt staff. Only the “creatives” are left: the GameMakers and PlayTesters. And they need me to write. And write I probably will. Especially since I haven’t heard back yet about Real Networks. *shrug*
And now, another poem. This one borrowed a theme from the first, and is my definitive “AUTUMN” wordplay.
Drifting Goodbye
Leaves fall
Because they want to be
The soil
Of the future
Leaves fall
Because they long for their
Root lovers
Tired of love letters
conveyed through the words of worms
Eaten by birds who
Perch on branches
Leaves commit lovesick suicide
A goodbye note drifting
Toward the earth
Woke up this morning at
7
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
Woke up this morning at 9:30, felt quite ill–that “low grade” cold my bedmate had creeped over and nabbed me in the night. Had porridge for breakfast (thanks, dad, for cursing me with a deep love of hot cereal on cold mornngs) and promptly fell back asleep on the couch for three hours.
Had wave after wave of dreams…one about being a political rally where Hillary Clinton was accidently introduced as “Hillary Reagan,” but she didn’t seem to mind, and went on to sing a song. Wouldn’t that be cool if politiicians sang?
Obviously election day has oozed into my psyche. Irritating, too, since I voted by absentee ballot last week. For all of you who are curious, I voted for Gore. As a brilliant Salon columnist said “I support Nader absolutely, I’m just not voting for him.” Amen, Bruvva. I, however, am convinced that Bush will win, and quite honestly, I’m horrified.
In other news, I’m dropping the boy off at the Airport in a few hours. He’s flying to LA to visit Dot–they’ll have a great time together! I’m excited for him.
Today, strangely enough, I worked
6
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
Today, strangely enough, I worked out for a total of (are you sitting down?) THREE HOURS!
Can you imagine such a thing? Ariel, the inert stoner “why move when you can diddle online” girl has joined a gym and is working out regularly! (although not typically three hours a day–more like 5 hours a week).
I did an hour of just plain working out, then did my volunteer shift at the coop, then headed back to Take Shape for my kickboxing class and then yoga immediately afterward.
How very unlike me. Am I becoming a jock or something?
In other news, Andreas FIXED OUR CAR! Yes, my own little sissy-boy got under the hood and replaced our oil gasket seal thinger. sob! I’m so proud!
Andreas and I adopted two
6
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
Andreas and I adopted two rescued lab rats last winter, Demetrius and Hephestus (I believe that little animals deserve large names). Strangely, we grew to love the rodents dearly, and when Demetrius died a couple months ago, we were both miserable. Hephestus seemed to be quite lonely and despondent, until we recently brought his cage upstairs and have let him become a feral rat. Well, feral inside. He’s much happier, and it’s really fun to watch him careen around the room.
Fact: a rat’s tail does NOT drag when they run around. It’s solid muscle, and they hold it up as they run.
Just had to do the
5
Nov
2000
In: Zomg blogger archives
Just had to do the unthinkable: send an email to collegues begging for work this winter.
Wince.
This is the one true disadvantage of living in Olympia: there is a huge dearth of editing/writing jobs here. After learning that Lotus will only be paying half as much a month for the Reader’s Write issue, and that Amazon won’t have nearly as much work for me either, I find myself quite nervous.
I’ve hooked many of my friends up with jobs in both Seattle and SF, and now I guess I just have to trust that that will come back to me. Soon. Before I have to stop eating. So, out went the email to friends at Amazon, Real, Creative Assets, The Write Stuff, begging for work. I hate begging. Hate it. But if it means I can pay rent, I’ll do it.
And as much as I hate begging, at least it’s better than working a job I hate.
….er, I think. At least a job I hated would pay regularly.
It’s one of those Saturdays
18 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesIt’s one of those Saturdays I hate. When I was a child, my least favorite kind of Saturday was the kind that was sunny, cold, and involved housework. This is one of those days. Sun is shining, but it’s feezing outside, and housework beckons. I am ignoring it.
Scott Haapala (a photographer for Lotus, and incredibly cute friend of mine) commented to me the other day “How can you know the right thing to do and NOT do it?” As you might have guessed, he’s both a philosophy major and a complete boyscout, but despite his peachy-complexioned morals, his question has merit, even for those of us who are, shall we say, less than boyscouts.
I’ve been in Seattle for
15 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesI’ve been in Seattle for the last couple days, first doing work for Forrest-Pruzan, and today for Amazon. It’s been a good visit–last night I went down to Contour with N and Owen to watch Eddie and Scott spin. N and I hit the dance floor, and she start doing the bump with me, ramming her tiny little butt against my somewhat more ample one. Getting in the spirit of things, I poked my ass up in the air, pointed it at her, and bumped to my hearts content.
Unfortunately, she had shimmied out of the way, and I found myself madly grinding my butt against some surpised young man on the uncrowded dancefloor. I almost fell over I was laughing so hard. I apologized profusely to the poor young man who’d been victim to my bumping. He was laughing almost as hard as I was, but it definitely got the night off to a great start, and I was laughing solidly until I went to bed at 3am.
Do you like to play
13 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesDo you like to play with words? I do.
Another late night last night,
10 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesAnother late night last night, but for a cause, damnit, for a cause: today I’m heading up to Seattle to meet with the ENTROSians, then visit with dear TC, then head to a White Trash/High Class drunken houseparty at Owen & Scott’s. I’ve got my trashy outfit ready–when I put on the cowboy boots, daisy duke cut-offs, halter top that looks like a red hanky, and cowboy hat, I looked in the mirror and did not recognize myself. Those were my dreadlocks hanging out from under the hat, but that was the limit of my self-recognition.
Andreas is still in LA–I think he and Dot were going to head up to her parents’ cabin somewhere in the mountains. Nice! I know they’re having a great time.
And so, all is well in the land of soy milk and honey.
Feeling much less ill today,
8 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesFeeling much less ill today, and even managed to make it to the gym. I watched the election results with a macabre interest. I know Bush will win (and struggle to have any sort of mandate), but Florida is sketchy. Extremely sketchy. Salon’s coverage has definitely been the best.
So, an interview on Friday with the folks at Entros. I’m a little hesitant, as my prior work with them ended not-so-greatly: I worked for the company from mid ‘97 until late ‘98, as an entertainment guide while I was in college, and then, after graduation, as a strung-along freelancer. I was ready to jump right into a “post college” career with the company, and they kept stringing me along until I quit to take an editing position at Microsoft. I can’t say I was totally sad when both the Seattle and San Francisco ENTROS facilities closed late in ‘99–their management methods left a lot to be desired, and I think it caught up with them. I was pleased with myself for getting out when I did.
However, that being said, the new ENTROS is much pared down and humbled. Gone is the General Manager from Domino’s Pizza with his creepy corporate techniques, gone is the controller who always “accidently” screwed up my paychecks (strangely, her mistakes were always UNDER payment…hmm…), and the drunk restraunt staff. Only the “creatives” are left: the GameMakers and PlayTesters. And they need me to write. And write I probably will. Especially since I haven’t heard back yet about Real Networks. *shrug*
And now, another poem. This one borrowed a theme from the first, and is my definitive “AUTUMN” wordplay.
Drifting Goodbye
Leaves fall
Because they want to be
The soil
Of the future
Leaves fall
Because they long for their
Root lovers
Tired of love letters
conveyed through the words of worms
Eaten by birds who
Perch on branches
Leaves commit lovesick suicide
A goodbye note drifting
Toward the earth
Woke up this morning at
7 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesWoke up this morning at 9:30, felt quite ill–that “low grade” cold my bedmate had creeped over and nabbed me in the night. Had porridge for breakfast (thanks, dad, for cursing me with a deep love of hot cereal on cold mornngs) and promptly fell back asleep on the couch for three hours.
Had wave after wave of dreams…one about being a political rally where Hillary Clinton was accidently introduced as “Hillary Reagan,” but she didn’t seem to mind, and went on to sing a song. Wouldn’t that be cool if politiicians sang?
Obviously election day has oozed into my psyche. Irritating, too, since I voted by absentee ballot last week. For all of you who are curious, I voted for Gore. As a brilliant
In other news, I’m dropping the boy off at the Airport in a few hours. He’s flying to LA to visit Dot–they’ll have a great time together! I’m excited for him.
Today, strangely enough, I worked
6 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesToday, strangely enough, I worked out for a total of (are you sitting down?) THREE HOURS!
Can you imagine such a thing? Ariel, the inert stoner “why move when you can diddle online” girl has joined a gym and is working out regularly! (although not typically three hours a day–more like 5 hours a week).
I did an hour of just plain working out, then did my volunteer shift at the coop, then headed back to Take Shape for my kickboxing class and then yoga immediately afterward.
How very unlike me. Am I becoming a jock or something?
In other news, Andreas FIXED OUR CAR! Yes, my own little sissy-boy got under the hood and replaced our oil gasket seal thinger. sob! I’m so proud!
Andreas and I adopted two
6 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesAndreas and I adopted two rescued lab rats last winter, Demetrius and Hephestus (I believe that little animals deserve large names). Strangely, we grew to love the rodents dearly, and when Demetrius died a couple months ago, we were both miserable. Hephestus seemed to be quite lonely and despondent, until we recently brought his cage upstairs and have let him become a feral rat. Well, feral inside. He’s much happier, and it’s really fun to watch him careen around the room.
Fact: a rat’s tail does NOT drag when they run around. It’s solid muscle, and they hold it up as they run.
Just had to do the
5 Nov 2000 In: Zomg blogger archivesJust had to do the unthinkable: send an email to collegues begging for work this winter.
Wince.
This is the one true disadvantage of living in Olympia: there is a huge dearth of editing/writing jobs here. After learning that Lotus will only be paying half as much a month for the Reader’s Write issue, and that Amazon won’t have nearly as much work for me either, I find myself quite nervous.
I’ve hooked many of my friends up with jobs in both Seattle and SF, and now I guess I just have to trust that that will come back to me. Soon. Before I have to stop eating. So, out went the email to friends at Amazon, Real, Creative Assets, The Write Stuff, begging for work. I hate begging. Hate it. But if it means I can pay rent, I’ll do it.
And as much as I hate begging, at least it’s better than working a job I hate.
….er, I think. At least a job I hated would pay regularly.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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