When the Twitter fail whale fails...

...you get this:

Eek. I like the fail whale enough...can't say I'd ever (EVER) buy anything with the whale on it, but I really enjoyed the Livejournal page fail that I discovered the other day at work:

I'd have expected Xanga to harken back to All Your Base are Belong to Us, but I was impressed the Livejournal managed it. Oh man, the web used to be a crazy place...

This is how I know I live below the poverty line

In the early 1960's, Ken Cosgrove was making $300/week.

Almost 50 years later, I'm making $400/week, and I sure as hell don't have a secretary either.

Good thing I've got a man to take care of me. (See, things really haven't changed much.)

Na Husle

I'm not sure why it makes me sad to see others achieving the dreams I used to have. Let me be clear. These dreams are ones I chose to give up. Dreams that were out-dreamed by other dreams. Ones I fully expect to make me very, very happy.

My first thought was that maybe it had to do with the fact that I haven't yet reached the dreams I've chosen instead. But I don't think this is it; no, there's a sense of nostalgia to this that I think would be there no matter what. I felt as though I got the chance to look at what my life could have been, and I envy your happiness. It makes me wish I wanted what you want. It feels strangely like I dropped part of me instead of redefined me.

Anyway. I'm glad you're happy. And I know I'll be happy too. And that I AM happy. 

Go get it.

Stress dreams are the funniest of all

For the most part, I'm really not too concerned about my wedding. I think it'll go just fine, anything that goes "wrong" really won't be a big deal because honestly, what's the big deal in the first place? I'm just hoping to have fun. That would kind of suck if it wasn't a fun day.

But as I've had a few times since Alex and I got engaged, last night I had a wedding stress dream.

First off, Alex wasn't my groom. That's a problem. 

Second, my groom wasn't up front, and I was sitting in the front row watching my bridesmaids (in ugly light purple dresses circa the 90's) walked down the aisle. I then realized I had to leave so I could follow them.  

Third, my dress was shin-length for no apparent reason, and I had on some random shoes. I asked someone if I had time to run upstairs and change shoes, but she said no. I debated and then went upstairs anyway. For some reason, I elected to take a shower, washing my hair after it had already been done. But at least I put on some different shoes. Black flats, to be more exact. Those ALSO weren't the plan. But I went downstairs anyway. 

I realized my mom had cut the flower budget completely, so I made two white paper napkin buds and held them as if they were a pitiful bouquet. At this point they had postponed the wedding an hour, so I went and sat down with some strangers who made fun of my flowers and told me to carry a candle instead. Then suddenly the wedding was happening but I was still in some side room holding my candle. I ran to the door where I found my groom wearing a suit that was designed with tessellations. 

    

Yup, tessellations. And even though he was supposed to be up front and his suit was horribly ugly and he wasn't Alex, I was just so totally relieved to see him.

The doors then opened for me to walk down the aisle and the dream was over.

Ok, what in the world!?!?

Quick:

Rihanna or Michael Jackson?

Need inspiration and exhilaration?

Right now, go download Gordon Lightfoot's "If You Could Read My Mind" and listen to the complexity of the guitar during the chorus--it is BEYOND incredible. Then listen to it again. Just beautiful.

A Day in Dolores Park

Today I went out to Dolores Park in the Mission with Gavin, who taught me the basics of slacklining. Definitely going to be a little sore tomorrow, but it was a really awesome time.

I was a bit of a slow learner, and it's a pretty difficult skill. It's not quite like tightrope walking, where there's a lesser chance of the line oscillating (which slackliners call "surfing") and thankfully its only a few feet above ground.

      

While it requires a lot of leg strength (considering the constant adjustments for balance) I think I'll almost be more sore because of the strange twisting and torquing to keep from falling.

But this little guy was AWESOME: 

      

Light cursing in these videos, but definitely helps you get the idea:

Given the chance, you should definitely give this a try.