Sunday Evening

I'm exhausted. I managed to spend another complete weekend glued to the computer. I really didn't want to do it, but my obsessive/compulsive side won't let me away from it until all my cds are uploaded to iTunes. I think I have a little over 3000 cds in there so far. I've finished going through the artist section and started the compilations today. After that, I have the soundtracks and then the stack of stuff sitting in the basement. I'm hoping to be done in about a week. After that, I can take a breather before getting on with creating playlists, editing the tracks, searching out duplicates that don't show up easily and making sure album art is available for each cd.

I went out walking this morning at the crack of dawn. I intended on napping at some point today, but it didn't happen. Luckily there isn't anything on tv tonight, so maybe I can get some sleep.

The weigh in was pretty much what I expected. If you remember, I dropped 5 pounds last week. That's not usual for the stage I'm at. But I had that number in my head and I indulged more than usual this week. I fell back on an old habit, which was alarming. We went out to eat on Wednesday, and even though I wasn't hungry, I ate a big, full meal. Every last bit of it. The meal itself wouldn't have been so bad if I asked for no starch. I didn't feel like a baked potato, so I ordered fries, hoping they would suck. But they didn't. They don't really go with salmon, but I don't care. Deep fried things in my world go with EVERYTHING. But I digress. I weighed 204 pounds this week. That's plus 2 from last week, and still amazingly close to my goal. I'm going to behave this week because I want to reach my goal and then that's another thing I can let up on. My obsessive/compulsive nature can't deal with two major projects at the same time. It's either the diet or the music, dammit. Not both. It's killing me.

I still haven't listened to the first episode of the new podcast. I'm putting it on my iPod and will listen to it tomorrow at work. Holly & Nessa both assure me that we're good. They wouldn't lie, because that would go against our mean nature.

I'm trying to find time to watch the dvds I have that are starting to pile up. I took myself away from the computer last night to watch two more episodes of the first season of Dynasty. I'm half way through it now. I'm so glad the show got re-tooled after the first season. It wouldn't have lasted if they didn't. I forgot how much I hated Matthew Blaisdell. I also watched the first episode of Torchwood season 2 today. I've got the second one to watch yet, and I thought I would get to it today, but no such luck. When I sign off here tonight, I'm going to watch Trading Spaces. I taped it last night because Paige is back. When they fired her and reformatted the show, they made it unwatchable. I don't know if it's something that I can get back into, but I'm willing to give it a look. I used to be so obsessed with the show.

We're Still Mean

Okay, so we taped the first episode of our podcast this afternoon and I figured I could go and not have to think about it for a day or so, but the amazing Nessa got it all edited and posted all in the same day. If you want to download the first episode, you can follow this link to get it:

http://weremeancauseyourestupid.libsyn.com/

We should be available on iTunes soon, but the libsyn site is where you can get it for now. I don't know if I want listen to it. I'm scared to death. I'm assured that it came out way better than any of us thought it would, which is nice, but still... I HATE the sound of my own voice. Give it a listen and tell me what you think.

We're Mean Because You're Stupid

Today is the day. Today Holly, Nessa and I record our first podcast. Our title is We're Mean Because You're Stupid. I'm a little nervous about this. I hope I don't come off sounding like a complete moron. A little bit of one, sure, but a complete one... We're not exactly sure what we're doing, but we'll get into the groove of it, I'm sure. We haven't recorded a show yet, but we have voice mails already, a Facebook group, a myspace page and a blog. We rock!

Vote Emu

Follow this link and please vote for the emu. I'll love you forever if you do.

http://digitalmeatloaf.blogspot.com/2007/12/adopt-wild-one_18.html

No Time To Post

I'm not spending any time online tonight. That being said, I just ordered the new (old) Lisa Loeb album that came out today and I'm going to watch American Idol. That's it.

Confetti

Two weeks ago, the fabulous Laura Smith sent me the link to a website about organization. I wanted to go through the filing cabinet and purge what I could, but I really had no clue about guidelines. Every January I go to do this and all I really end up doing is straightening out the mess I've made since the previous January. But with the website open, I was able to go through all my folders and purge unnecessary paperwork. Here's the pile I pulled out. It doesn't look all that impressive in the picture, but it was quite massive.


I grabbed the shredder from the other room, emptied it and brought it into my office.
And I started shredding. I filled that sucker up. Not once....
Not twice....
Not even three times...

But four times. I was shocked. I thought I had enough to fill it once, maybe twice...


And yes, that's Ollie, the shredder inspector. He wanted to make sure I followed all safety instructions and he also wanted to make sure everything was properly shredded so no one will get my personal information.



Damn, I feel really good. It's liberating getting rid of this shit. I know I probably kept a little more than recommended, but still. I think I managed to empty half of the folders out.

Sunday Morning Quickie

Ken's best friend Jim just called. He asked if we wanted to meet him and his partner for lunch. While that sounds like a normal type request between best friends, this is different. Jim lives in New Jersey, so a casual lunch isn't an everyday occurrence. Jim and Mike are going to be in Woodstock today and that's close enough for us to pop down and meet them. This doesn't really go with any of my (rather loose) plans for today, but I'm all for it. First of all, I haven't seen Jim or Mike in forever, secondly it will get me out of the house (which I'm never usually for) and most importantly, away from the computer. I spent 90% of Saturday on the computer and I'm pretty sure that's how today was heading, even though I vowed to myself this was not going to happen.

One of the most enjoyable things I did on the computer last night was talk to my friends Nessa, Holly and Michael. It's the first time I've used Skype for talking (as opposed to IMing). I had a really good time, especially since my mental retardation and social anxiety didn't really kick in at all. (At least in my opinion. Not sure about the others.) I just wish for two things. One, I wish I had a glass of water with me. I got dry throat big time. Two, I wish I didn't distract myself editing songs in iTunes and writing emails urging people to Vote Emu at digitalmeatloaf.com (scroll down until you see the Adopt An Animal thread and Vote Emu!! Don't let that goat win.)

If it's Sunday, it must be weigh in day. I freaked myself out today. I weigh 202 pounds today. Two hundred and fucking two pounds. I don't know how that happened. That's 8 pounds in the last two weeks. It shouldn't happen like this, this far into the diet. I'm prepared for a rebound next week, but hopefully it will only be a pound or two. And I'm going to eat like a flippin' pig for lunch today, because I can.

Busy Lesbian

I took today off. Amiee at work put the bug in my ear on Monday that I should take today off. The weather was going to be bad and it's the beginning of a three day weekend. Why not make it a four day weekend? So I hemmed and hawed about it for a couple of days and then I found out that the majority of the office was taking today off, so I caved into peer pressure and did it. I never take days off. I think I have somewhere in the neighborhood of 8 or 9 weeks of time on my time card at work.

Today is not turning out to be restful, but that's by design. The more I get done today, the less I have to do over the actual weekend. So I got up at my regular time this morning, drove Ken into work, went to the mall and did laps with the blue hairs for an hour, went to the vet to get Lucy's food (prescription diet for my special needs baby), did my banking, went to the odd lot store the next town over (they had jigsaw puzzles there over Christmas and I bought one. Just finished it and wanted another. The selection was almost wiped out, but I found one!), went grocery shopping, started the laundry (about to start load #3) and have been working on uploading more cds (I'm half way through "O"). It's now about quarter after 1 and I feel very accomplished, but there's still lots more to do. I'm just not sure where exactly to start.

Tough Night

Last night was rough. I got into bed and just laid there. I couldn't fall asleep. And while laying there, my thoughts drifted to Puss Patrell, my old cat. I started thinking about her a lot. And I started getting upset. I was just about two years ago (give or take a day) that I had to have her put to sleep. One day she stopped eating. A trip to the vet revealed a gigantic tumor inside her. It was pushing on her stomach, making her feel full. She was also dehydrated. The vet rehydrated her and we got to bring her home for what ended up being two more days. It was the worst situation I had ever had to go through in my life. I got Puss not long after I moved to Albany, back in 1990. She was this runty little thing, crabby as all hell and pretty much my perfect match. She was the single longest relationship I ever had. I still miss her every single day. She was the best friend I ever had.

Quick One

Not too much to say or even too much time to say it, so this will be quick. Ken picked me up from work tonight because we had a wake to go to. Our friend Mary Jo's father passed away on Friday. The wake was today and gave me a really bad case of deja vu. Last March we went to her mother's wake at the same place. It doesn't feel like it's been almost a year. Really sucks bad for her and her sisters.

I vowed to not spend as much time on the computer tonight as I have been. This infernal box is sucking my life away and it should probably bother me, but it doesn't. In some strange way, the fact that it doesn't bother me bothers me. Does that make any sense?

I'm starting to feel overwhelmed with tv again. American Idol starts tonight and I'll be glued to it, I'm sure. It starts in a half hour. I think I need to start watching it while on the treadmill. I haven't walked since Sunday and that's a no-no.

Got a myspace bulletin from Julia Fordham that her new album is available on some website. I'm thrilled, but will probably wait for iTunes to get it. I'm lazy like that.