I posted this everywhere else, and it just occurred to me to post it here.
I met Lil Bub today!!!! SQUEE!!!!!!!!!! I posted a bunch of photos on flickr in case you want to see more.
I posted this everywhere else, and it just occurred to me to post it here.
I met Lil Bub today!!!! SQUEE!!!!!!!!!! I posted a bunch of photos on flickr in case you want to see more.
Sharing the happy. I think the original was first posted in the comments at Reddit.
Dawg and I saw this video on our local news several nights ago. When we saw it our news channel gave us no hint of how it would end. I believe this is what led us to bawl our eyes out harder than you will when you watch this:
(If you don’t cry then you are having pre-PMS or you are a robot.)
I had meant to look for a clip of it and post it, but I’m very forgetful of tasks I don’t write down, although the story itself stayed with me and I thought of it many times in the days after seeing it. Yesterday Tense reminded me of this clip in a tweet so I had to share.
Also, Hilly got a new kitty after her dear, beloved FC passed due to complications from feline cancer. Meet Velma Jinkies:
This stranger named Spider was so happy about the news that he ran out and got this tattoo! :
Ok, not really, but that sounded fun. And now I totally wanna get a few geek tattoos, as well as one that says:

Oh, and Dawg and I are going to see the Gotham Girls in their championship match on Friday, November 21 at Hunter College. I AM SO PSYCHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last but not least, RenYC is this coming Saturday at 5pm at Houndstooth Pub in Manhattan. If you want to go and haven’t told me already please let me know. I will be sending an email to all who want to go, but if I don’t know you’re going then you won’t be on the email. And don’t you want an email from me? Of course you do!
There’s nothing new about me now that I’m 35.
I bought a vertical laptop bag today. I need a messenger bag because carrying the weight on my back is painful, but having a horizontal bag is really awkward on the train. Plus, if I get another laptop bag for my birthday I’ll have two! (Yah, don’t have all my presents yet, not sure what they all are, excited to find out, do not mind duplicates.
Geek speak is about to occur. Read through it, it might save you or your IT Guy (gender neutral) hours of annoyment.
(I made that word up.)
Between yesterday and today I spent 6 hours trying to figure out why someone’s BlackBerry stopped checking in with the Black[B]erry Enterprise Server (BES) at 6:33am on Saturday, July 25. 633725 — nope, nothing significant about that, so what the hell? Today I finally got the bright idea to try to add her email account to my phone — it worked, so I knew it wasn’t her account on server that was causing the problem! So I tried adding my email account to her phone! And it got STUCK at the same spot! So I had a hunch and called the provider… They had no record of her being on a BES plan, which means her phone was NEVER, EVER going to be able to both send and receive mail through Enterprise Activation. Why had it ever worked before? I don’t know, but I have an ignorant theory (ignorant because I don’t know the details of how phones work) and it goes something like this: There is some way to allow phones to activate on a BES server without a BES plan that costs more money, but BlackBerry’s service providers (AT&T, Verizon, Sprint, Nextel) would prefer that you pay for the service so if your phone randomly happens to connect even without that plan a little cleanup script is run at certain intervals that checks in with your phone and deactivates your phone’s mechanism for connecting. I think it has to do with the Desktop [CMIME] service book, personally, but again that’s just a hunch since I don’t know what I’m talking about at the granular level. My bottom line recommendation: Call your cell phone provider first and innocently say, “I’m having a little trouble connecting this phone to my BlackBerry Enterprise Server. Is my phone on a BES plan?” and if they say no tell them to add you. Don’t ask why it’s worked for forever and suddenly stopped, just accept it and move on, and once they add BES to the phone it will magically work again.
Geek speaking is over.
I went to the zoo on my birthday and took some really great photos, but my favorite one is this one:
I love that we are such little kids together. It makes my heart happy.
Technically, Dawg took that photo, as you can tell by his left arm placement, but it was at my request when I could not figure out how to angle the camera to get the totem pole from the background into the shot. He showed me how. He’s a pro. He rocks.
A few notes about my birthday weekend: I did not knock over any of my beverages at the fondue place Friday night, but Saturday I did knock an almost full scalding hot cappuccino into Dawg’s crotch area while he was telling me a story about his younger vollies days, then Sunday at Jekyll & Hyde Club my Coach purse knocked over Dawg’s mostly full soda glass after he’d already gotten up. Oh, and I totally heckled one of the J&H guys who was picking on a girl from Houston at the table next to us. He would not leave her alone, which he is supposed to do while she eats her main meal, so I finally asked, “what’cha got in that glass? Looks like a Hurricane glass! Ya got a Hurricane in there?” and he muttered something about it being water and skulked away. Apparently he did not like the implication that he appeared drunk, even though he totally did appear drunk, but then again I had consumed a Chimay White (9%) and a Chimay Red (7%) (none of my favorite, Chimay Blue (12%), in the house) so I was tipsy.
I love being me.
Ok, resume your day. Good to see you.
I found this at Brandon’s blog:
I felt soooo bad for Maru! And then… I laughed my head off.
I really like the title of this so I’m not going to change it, but I just wanted you to know that I adore my acorn boots, which has nothing to do with kitties in boxes:
Wednesday morning Dawg drove me to the station that lets me catch the F train. When I got on there were no seats so I grabbed the pole. And then I caught out of the corner of my eye a man standing up, thus giving up a perfectly good seat. I thought, “score!” and then I thought, “hmm, I wonder why he gave it up” so I did my NYC casual observation of the situation out of the corner of my eye and there underneath the bench was an entire chicken dinner — a drumstick, a breast on the bone, and a few sides on a styrofoam plate. I sat down and inhaled to see if perhaps the smell had offended the man, but I smelled nothing. So, I pulled an Aunt Edna and ate my bologna sandwich.
Figuratively. I did not eat the chicken dinner. Stop being ridiculous.
On the way home I got a seat on the E train! Nothing eventful about that other than I got the seat and then the entire car filled up every square inch with people. Since I was trying to read my Triangle book I was very happy I got that seat.
Did you know every day I look on the subway track for my friends, the rats? I love to watch them scurry around. I dunno, it’s something to pass the time. And I like rats. I know you don’t like them, you’ve told me already. Why should I have to hold back my affinity for The Rat just because you aren’t accepting of all creatures on this planet? (Well, yah, it’s ok for you to hate the mosquitoes, but anything else? c’mon!)
Here’s something that has nothing to do with the subway:

That’s me at age 4 looking disturbingly patriotic underneath my blankie, taking a nap next to my dad’s woodstove. I looooooooove falling asleep to the ambient heat of a fire.
My brother sent this to me:
Dawg and I have confirmed tickets for TequilaCon. We are excited to see you there too, so please show up so we can drink tequila with you. (Lisa, we will miss you. We will have drinks in your honor.)
Tuesday I walked to my favorite deli to grab a sandwich and this time, unlike any other time, while I was walking to the deli the pigeons who hang out in the trees and on the sill of the building at W 55 and 10th decided to fly and flock around me. A few birds even touched my jacket and blew my hair around. I just kept walking and they kept following. When I got to the crosswalk at 10th they stopped following. I went into the deli for my food, came out with it very well bagged, and came back to 10th and W 55. The birds were not in any type of formation when I got to them, but they all returned to the sidewalk, swarming me again. And they kept hanging around me — behind me, to my sides, in front of me, in the air. I’m thinking it’s my cockatiel coat. Or I’ve been inducted into the flock. Whichever works for me, I love pigeons. (And squirrels.)
I got to the last chapter of Dewey on the E train Tuesday night and tears were popping over the edge of my eyes so I had to stop reading. Dewey was 19 during that last chapter. It is not a happy ending, as Sybil warned me. (Thank you, Sybil.)
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