32 posts tagged “mobile”

Dance like it hurts, Love like you need money, Work when people are
watching. - Scott Adams

I zipped my hair into my coat zipper this morning.

I haven't written a sentence worth reading in about six days. Including this one.

I forgot I was allergic to something at Chick Fil-A, ate it for lunch, and now my throat is starting to get allergy-y.

I haven't really done anything "worky" at work, only personal stuff. The uspide of that is that I made appointments for the dentist and optometrist, and was able to squeeze them in between the holidays and my third trip to Vegas in 9 months (going for CES this time, with a site I've been freelancing for, when I'm able to write sentences worth reading).

My hair, even before I unintentionally microcrimped part of it, has been looking rough all day - I just broke down and ponytailed, but had the foresight to put bobby pins in my makeup bag this morning, so at least I'm able to cover up the hair tie. I would go get it cut and done, but I really don't want to give a tip of the magnitude that it would be based on the time of year it is to someone who's only cutting my hair for the second time ever. And yes, I'm aware of how skin flint-y that sounds.

I'm basically counting down the minutes until I go to Starbucks for my coffee break. 75 to go.

Citizen Cope will be at the 9:30 Club on 12/27 and the presale is up!
WOOOOOOOO!

Last night's Fair Game had a segment with Hua Hsu discussing the discovery of a box of studio reels found in a storage unit in New Jersey. Sounds awesome, right? A bunch of new old hip hop! However, there's scandal floating around the tapes - why so many pop culture references to 1988? Why do some of the rappers sound so old and busted when they're allegedly teenagers? And how come no one seems to have taken credit for it?

Judge for yourselves - listen to the segment here and read Hsu's article here. 

What are your theories?

Still craving strong flavors, and the puckery feeling is now the exact
opposite - swollen and raw. Headache + zooming, which on my commute is not
a good thing. Eyes are itchy as all hell. Bleh.

I just had one of those sub-5 minute relationships that I really thrive on sometimes. He walked into Starbucks as I was waiting for my drink, sort of thuggy in a grown-and-sexy way, not a platinum-chains-and-Jordans way.  Sunglasses, but not horrible stunnas. Tall, with close cut light hair, pants that fit, a shirt with some stuff on it (subtle enough that I've already forgotten what it was), and Pumas. They gave him his drink while I was hooking mine up at the fixins bar, and when I went to leave he was already out the door but holding it for me. I looked up and said "Thank you!" He said "You're welcome," then got in his HYBRID SUV (!!!) and we both left.

SO fantastic.

Click here and play the video - the madness begins at or about 1:37

I'm shopping for a new bicycle. Because I am a nerdly listmaker, I made a list of things that I will need along with said bike. Of course there is a helmet, a bell, a basket, a mirror and a lock, but the very first thing on there? The first thing that came to mind when I made this list to outfit my life with bicycle?

The computer.

32 of my 34 items for my pre-trip to-do list are checked off, I'm making my
last anal retentive "ZOMG don't forget this!!" checklist, my bills are paid,
my camera battery and DS are charging, my laundry is drying and almost ready
to pack.

Tomorrow: Vegas.

Found via Wired - This Soldier's Life

If this guy still drank, I'd invite him out for happy hour next Friday.