damned Blogger...pop-ups...and the internet in general

Actually, I had written a rather cool little post, but tried to do a spell check, then ran into a pop up blocker, and when I decided to allow pop-ups, it reloaded the page, swallowing my earlier text.

Now this is a short tiny rant for those who so abused the concept of pop-up window that blockers were required in order to maintain the semblence of control of your computer.

What I had written was that I was reading "American Skin" by Don DeGrazia, enjoying it, and wondering why I never have as much fun as characters in books. Is it because I edit the fun from my life before it happens by the decisions I make? Who knows?

Then there was some stuff about Hero Worship, though not quite--more relating to what sort of people I thought were really cool in school.

That is about it, but morning comes quickly for me when I am at work by 6 a.m. So much so, that even if I drove instead of walking, I wouldn't get that many more minutes of sleep.

Gorgeous Sunday

I skipped the parade, but the day was far too nice to spend around the house unpacking boxes or rearranging the contents of said boxes, combining some of the half emptied ones so I can break down one of the two. Earlier I was out, sort of looking for a sofa, but not really with much heart, so I walked up to Golden Gardens Park, which is a nice walk, and a nice park. I decided to take off my shirt for a bit, but as I now live in Seattle, I have too little of anything resembling a tan for me to leave it off for more than 30-40 minutes. On the way home, I stopped into the Old Town Ale House and had a pint of Dick's Cream Stout, which is a fine and dandy sort of stout, though perhaps a bit heavy for the day's temperature.

I wish I would have had a camera for a picture, but someone had set up the hydraulics on their white Town Car to life the driver's side front wheel several feet off the ground. I was at Market & 24th when I saw the car making a left off 24th, and I have to say, I thought it was pretty cool, though another spectator commented that it was a stupid thing to do. I can't imagine life without the occassional stupid things that are necessary to bring small joys to people. The car gave me a smile, and that was enough for me to think it a good thing.

First Saturday

It was my first full week in the new place, and if I had a camera I could post pictures of the boxes in the living room, full of books, for which I lack shelving. I am trying to refrain from the bricks and boards model of shelving, and perhaps things will stay boxed until I can find appropriate things to put them on. I also have to set up my stereo still, having spent the last week relying on my cd collection which has been copied into my computer, and onto my ipod, and a portable cd player.

Actually, I had almost had a crisis earlier this week when I discovered the power adapter for the computer speakers had been left at my previous address. I still haven't managed to go get it, but I have managed to find a replacement adapter amongst all the stuff, perhaps from a previous set of computer speakers.

The weather was gorgeous today and I managed to spend much of the day outside helping the Peace Corps man their table at Seattle Pride. It was nice to be outside, though unfortunately I didn't see anyone I knew.