HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOPER!!

It's been a while since i've been around for an update, but such a happy day bears marking:

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOPER!! I hope your day is super fantastic and filled with San Francisco goodness, computer wizardry, and DJing bliss.

Brilliant 26-year-old thoughts to the West Coast, all day, for one of the smartest, funniest, goofiest, kindest, and weirdest people i have ever had the joy to know. I miss you!

do you know the very *best* thing about Bacos?

they're vegetarian.

nirvana (...heh.)

At the moment, i can't think of a thing that calms me more than the opening solo from Sweet Child O' Mine.

straight outta myspace

Thanks to Kate, who's always good for a Bulletin:

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (pet's name and current street name)
Sippy Connecticut

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandparent on your dad's side, your favorite candy)
Billie Kisses (are we sure this isn't a porn name? b/c that's pretty good :-)

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL" NAME: (first initial of first name, first syllable of last name)
C-Flem (okay, no.)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, favorite color)
Cat Green (This is totally going to be my club name from here on out.)

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Bradford Greensboro

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of pet's name)
Fle Kin Sip

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, mom's maiden name spelled backwards.)
Drofdarb Gnik

8. PORN STAR NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on)
Bradford State Road 1309

9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile you drive)
The Green Civic? What's my superpower, spiriting non-voters to the polls on Election Day? Enforcing the Kyoto Protocol? ...actually, that'd be hot.

tra la la

Just got out of my six-month review, which lasted, literally, three minutes. I'm doing a great job, and they're very pleased with my performance and my progress. I'm a pleasure to work with! And a good writer and copy editor! Hurray!!

It's funny; i went back and forth between being super nervous and pretty confident that i was doing a good job. Then my boss was a couple weeks late in getting the review written, and then she was out for a while with a cracked rib, and i started to get really paranoid that she was going to fire me and felt bad about it and was postponing it.

Ridiculous! I'm ridiculous. But i own it. Along with my geek flag, which has been out in force today.

Yay!!

cheap shots

Okay, it's an easy mark, but the TBS "Secret Lover" ads for Lord of the Rings crack me up every time i see them.

In other easy marks, the series finale of Sex and the City is on, and the whole "inconvenient, consuming love" speech Carrie makes? Totally gets me. As does the miraculous appearance of Big in the doorway. So sappy, and so encouraging of ridiculous nonexistant true-love stereotypes that give women false hope and make us dream that some man somewhere someday will actually treat us that way. Which is a heaping, steaming pile.

But still. Hurray!!

obsessive much?

Okay, so WTF with MySpace today? As of this morning, i had eight friends. (Yeah yeah, mock.) Six hours later, i have twelve.

I blame Big, who apparently discovered it just this morning and has now added every female in the time zone to his friends list. And then they added me.

Well, and Rob, which ... you know, the whole thing is kind of puzzling, because almost all my "friends" from law school on there are really friends of friends, people that i wasn't really close to and didn't hang out with all that much. I guess it makes sense that they're the most ridiculously networky people these days too, but still. It just seems ... weird.

don't cross the streams

Our building is apparently haunted. Last week, both the voicemail and (GASP!) the internets went down. Today, my co-worker who arrives at 7:45 was locked out of our suite for half an hour until someone arrived with a key. (Our boss, who normally arrives at 7:30, is out because she cracked a rib coughing. Jesus.) Just now we've learned that the hot water heater has sprung a leak, flooding the basement, garage, and first floor and putting both elevators out of service. We're not to use any water "until further notice." Short of the power going out, or, i don't know, Slimer, i think we're at capacity for physical-plant-related chicanery.

quick poll. honesty required.

I'm thinking about applying for this job:

Family Services Division: Domestic Violence Section

The Family Services Division of the Office of the Attorney General for the District of Columbia is seeking a trial attorny for its Domestic Violence Section. The trial attorney will represent surviors of domestic violence in all aspects of civil protection order litigation, from initial entry of the orders to contempt enforcement.

The Domestic Violence Section consists of a section chief, three domestic violence attorneys, and one attorney who represent Adult Protective Services. The domestic violence attorneys maintain a full trial caseload and are typically in court four days each week.

The successful candidate must have a law degree and be a member of the District of Columbia Bar or eligible for waiver into the bar. The candidate should also have a demonstrated commitment to work in the area of family violence including but not limited to clinical training or actual practice.

Would i make it, or would i be a screaming, miserable failure?

Seriously. Comment away, y'all, and be straight with me. It's a hugely different and scary thing, but it also sounds like sort of exactly what i meant to do when i decided to go to law school in the first place. What i DON'T want is to end up in a job i not only loathe but am also terrible at, in the name of following a mission. What do you think?




Currently listening to: My iPod on "shuffle," which is seriously ADD today. From "Lonely People" straight to "Boat Drinks." I suppose another way to look at it is Problem --> Solution.

Currently reading: An Unexpected Light, which is unexpectedly dense and therefore forcing me to read it in small chunks. Well, that, and my propensity to want to sit on my ass and drool at my television instead of engaging in any sort of mentally stimulating activity.

Currently hating: The fucking gnat that has been hovering around my desk and my eyeballs all day. Also the vending machine upstairs, which is out of Fritos. And Monday.