Prairie Landing
Thursday, January 18, 2007
We're heading with my parents to Palm Springs next month. Should be a redux of our trip to Tucson with them last spring, except not 102 degrees and with black widow spiders instead of mountain lions. A little hiking, a little vegging by the hotel pool, lots of eating, some mild sightseeing and basically getting spoiled rotten by my parents, despite the fact that we're all at least 10 years too old for that.
Part of the hiking is in Joshua Tree National Park. Anyone been there?
I'm trying to sell my parents on a visit to the Integratron:
My dad looked at the website and said, "I think this is a little wifty. Are you sure you want to go there?" He also tried, "Does Colliculus mind going?" I think pomo hippiedom might be a Gen X thing.
Part of the hiking is in Joshua Tree National Park. Anyone been there?
I'm trying to sell my parents on a visit to the Integratron:
My dad looked at the website and said, "I think this is a little wifty. Are you sure you want to go there?" He also tried, "Does Colliculus mind going?" I think pomo hippiedom might be a Gen X thing.
Friday, January 05, 2007
This site has everything I love - bright colors, animation and of course a gross-out factor. Pages and pages of puking rainbows. Thanks to ilovero-bots for bringing it into my life.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Spideys
I've mentioned before that every late summer, Chi-town turns into Spi-town. The window of my office is the most up-close-and-personal display of this. I have no idea how so many spiders get up to the 63rd floor or what they eat when they get there. Must be generous portions, though, because they get pretty hefty by the time winter rolls around and they all vanish.
I would hate to be a window washer.
Here's another view from my window where the spider didn't come out so well:
My job can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I have a hell of a great view.
I've mentioned before that every late summer, Chi-town turns into Spi-town. The window of my office is the most up-close-and-personal display of this. I have no idea how so many spiders get up to the 63rd floor or what they eat when they get there. Must be generous portions, though, because they get pretty hefty by the time winter rolls around and they all vanish.
I would hate to be a window washer.
Here's another view from my window where the spider didn't come out so well:
My job can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I have a hell of a great view.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Which Seinfeld character am I?
On Thursday I had lunch with my old coworkers in B-more. I called up the office and a woman answered who I didn't know. I left my name and told her when I'd be there and she said, "Hey, are you the person who ate pizza out of the trash can?" I didn't remember doing that, and I denied it, but the more I thought about it the more I remembered being mocked for it, if not actually doing it. When I arrived and we sat down to our tasty pizza lunch my ex-boss confirmed that yes, I ate pizza out of the trash and yes, a certain very memorable coworker of mine had been shocked by it.
I later pointed out to Colliculus that the pizza had been IN A PIZZA BOX, on top of the other trash, and he reminded me of the eclair episode on "Seinfeld." That's probably my saving grace, otherwise I might have ended up in Larry's act.
I later pointed out to Colliculus that the pizza had been IN A PIZZA BOX, on top of the other trash, and he reminded me of the eclair episode on "Seinfeld." That's probably my saving grace, otherwise I might have ended up in Larry's act.
