An internet hunt: I will buy/cook dinner or send cash for anyone who can find me the old episode of Conan O'Brien that had the worlds fastest menorah, a rocket powered fruitcake, bungee jumping baby jesus, Kermit the frog vomiting egg nog, and Kevin Spacey throwing a chair in anger.

***update***

It aired on december 14th, 2004. Please internet! Help me find it in a form that I can download and watch when I'm old and grey.

Things have been strange. My work trip to Chicago was fun-wrecked by a case of vertigo that I've now been the proud owner of for over a week. It makes me weave and walk like a drunkard and feel like I want to pass out when I bend forward for any reason. So far, no one thinks it's a brain tumor. The closest thing to a likely diagnosis is Unilateral Vestibular Hypofunction which doesn't have a large amount of informative responses come up when you google it. Anyway, it means that I didn't get to play at the lake in Chicago, which is sucky. It also means that I'm tired and cranky.

I was buying flowers yesterday and the lady in front of me was making the florist write "Still the greatest!" on the accompanying card. When I asked her why she wasn't writing it herself she told me that the flowers are for her 92 year old grandmother, and that grandma is convinced that she has a secret admirer because the lady has been sending flowers anonymously to grandma for the last 3 years. I hope when I'm old someone makes exciting mysteries for me too.

Ian is sick which makes me nervous. I take his temperature frequently and try to force feed him fluids and run around him with cold washclothes and such. I worry that he will spontaneously combust, since he radiates heat even when he's not running a 103 degree fever.

I bought my new camera and it's definitely going to take some time to get used to. I managed to drop it for the first time last night and it still take pictures, so that's exciting. It's this 'un: http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&fcategoryid=139&modelid=18385

I have a large amount of unposted pictures but I have been extremely unmotivated to picture post lately. Really I've just been not participating in the internet in general when I'm not at work. Perhaps I am burned out. That and the slow death of LJ due to Facebook is somewhat distressing to me.

Having done a lot of my traveling for the year, there's not a lot of hilarity on the way. The possibility of Burning Man is cool and Heather and Andy are having their baby in September. Convergence will be the greatest of all greats. Mostly this post is to remind myself to post more.

Last Thursday while driving to the second passover seder at my parents house, there was a lady in a jeep behind me who was on methamphetamines at the time or wished she was on them. She was probably 30 somthing, had no teeth, was twitching, having tics, and looking around suspiciously while swerving. For some reason, it caused a disproportionate fear response in me.

In other news, Ian and I went to Vegas and I had a birthday. Both were very fun, but I took less pictures than I normally do. I've been less excited about many things. My dad says it's because I'm getting old. I think it may be the lamictil. I now have a "bucket list" of things to do before I turn 30, mostly composed of suggestions from my lovely party guests. I may or may not take the items on that list seriously, with priority given to the seriousness of the suggestion. For instance, "run a 5K" will be given a higher priority to "box a fart". Also, we can already check off the "unlearn math" action item.

( Debauchery! )

For those who shop at thrift stores, you know the certain train-wreck aspects of buying other people's old clothes. After a session in the Value Village dressing room, I have to go home immediately and shower because I smell like the bodies of 30 strange women without the fun of a lesbian gang bang.

Yesterday while choosing items to try on, I eliminated possibilities with great thoughts like "That shirt looks too complicated." and "I think those are blood stains." I'll have buy a couple of real shirts from a real store so I can look nice in Vegas pictures. That said, we're going to Las Vegas for the week! After today I will not have to work for 9 whole days in a row. I am doing Numfar's Dance of Joy at this very moment.

Ian has only been gone for 12 hours or so and I've already made 2 giant picture posts, watched many episodes of Scrubs, had a sex dream about Neil Patrick Harris, and briefly set myself on fire this morning.

I am working from home today to avoid dying on the very snowy roads. Please to everyone careful you must be if you are driving yes?

Ian was here.


( Tattoos, cupcakes, lots of art, and various places in Colorado. )

He's...well he's something, he is.


( Post of joyfullness, birthdays, jowling, videos, bacon, vagina puppets, and much much more. America! Fuck Yeah! )

After two weeks of incessant intense pain, suffering, drugs, chiropracters and physical therapy due to a simple work-out injury, I finally feel better. Yay! Now I can get back to doing my favorite things:

( Montage! )

There was the new year. The always amusing board at work eagerly anticipated the holiday.


( Babies, parties, and a weird eyeball )

Sometimes I wonder about what it means to be happy. Is happiness just an acceptance of your life as it exists at any given time? I wish I had words for this question that could be accurately translated from the language of my insides.

My computer is still broken so here are various pictures of weird things from my work computer:
( This is what a holiday change freeze means for your F-list. )

Jason grew a mustache for our amusement!


( all of the birthdays ever, halloween hijinks, and animals, some of them still alive )

I am so excited to see the photos that Clint took of Ian today that I am possibly going to wet myself.

http://pollfinder.sos.state.mn.us/

To this momentous day, my friends!

I should preface this post by saying that all of these pictures are on Facebook, so feel free to skip it if you've checked them out there. Mostly I post these to amuse my parents who don't use facebook, and all of my creepy ex-boyfriends who aren't dead or in jail.

ahhh, sacrilege.


( Boo! )

So my plan to start using my life journal for writing about things is failing, obviously. In fact I'm behind about two picture posts, and that's without having even done anything that interesting lately.

I'm trying to center myself in a work/personal/school situation that is extremely stressful right now, and it's been a struggle. I'm going to keep working at it though, because working at it is the only thing that's going to make it better.

I know I haven't seen a lot of people or talked to friends that much. Know that I miss you and care about you and that I'll try to fix that as soon as I can.

I hope everyone is doing well or doing what they need to do to get better. Big hugs and such.

I visited Cloe again! And I took Rebecca and Zev with me. We brought candy, because that's what ladies of a certain age like, if you weren't aware. Sugar. Helping win the hearts and minds of preteens for more than a century.


( 2 birthdays, lots of birds, Cloe and fairs of various kinds! )

Rich and Sonja had NewBaby, AKA Monkeylegs, AKA Alice Jane.


( babies, animals, fire, and heads )

Cinna-mom had a birthday. (That is what I call Cinnamon's mother, much to Cinnamon's horror, I'm sure) I took a bunch of pictures with her new Nikon D40, but she has those. One day a Digital SLR will me mine! Oh yes!

( Cloe, puppies, Grandmas, and Chrissy )