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Nov. 9th, 2008

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Pioneer style

We have the fireplace on because its currently our only source of heat at the moment. I feel like a pioneer or when I spent Christmas in that farmhouse in Wales that lacked central heating beyond the wood burning stove because the house was built around the time of the War of the Roses. Its now November and its finally starting to get cold at night down here. We haven't really needed heat yet but the few times we have and I tried turning up the thermostat nothing has happened. So its Saturday and its cold, so husband and I decided to be resourceful and turned to the fireplace.

Yes, pretty much every house in Texas has a fireplace.

Its very rustic but its a gas fireplace (not wood burning) so it kinda smells like a catered event in here when I stand up high enough to receive the fumes.

I keep getting weird cravings for rice pilaf and baked ziti.

Okay, I feel kind of dizzy. I'm turning fire off and grabbing my Mrs.-Moreira-made blanket.

Sep. 28th, 2008

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The Mini-Triathlon

I've invented a new workout. Well, at least I think its new but anyways I call it The Mini-Triathlon. I think it would appeal to anyone who hates lengthy cardio and working out in general (lazy couch folk like myself) and who would never ever be able to do a real Triathlon (wussy un-athletic types like myself). Its 10 minutes of running, 10 minutes of biking and 20 minutes of swimming. I created this workout because I simply can't stand doing more than 10 minutes of anything consistently and this breaks the cardio up into manageable chunks. Much like when I used to teach study skills to the ADD. Since I have exercise ADD, this is my solution. We'll see if it gets my ass and gut back to pre-wedding shape.

Sep. 22nd, 2008

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Project Management class #1 plus some cattiness

First class down and it wasn't that bad. Vu was astonished at how little we follow the guidelines of how a project should be run at the studio. I already went through those 7 stages of grief when I took the intro class in the beginning of the summer and came to the long brewing realization that my company, and the games industry on whole for that matter, is very poorly organized.

But there was a Spokesmodel taking the class. I shit you not, a Spokesmodel! When we went around the room doing introductions, one girl, who wasn't all that hot (yeah, I'm that immature and judgmental), said her name (which escapes me) and claimed her occupation was "Spokemodel." The silent voice in my head began immediately chattering, "Is that really a profession? And what the hell are you the spokemodel for? You can't just declare yourself a Spokemodel without a cause. That would make you just a regular model. And what the hell is a Spokesmodel doing in this class where the predominant fields people derive from are the state of Texas or the tech (aka ugly nerd) industry."

She looked like a sorority girl and had fake boobs, pretty much like you'd expect a Spokesmodel to look. Vu thinks Spokesmodel will most likely drop out but I'll be watching to see what happens.

Sep. 20th, 2008

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Teetering on the edge of the end of fun...

My last weekend before I delve into the Project Management certification class I'm taking at UT that I'm pretty much dreading (cause is going to be as boring as Research Methods, I know it, I know it, I know it, garrgh!) but I will swallow it down like the bad tasting medicine it's intended to be. I spent my 20s immaturely avoiding jobs that actually paid a living wage, primarily to gain summers off, but now in the pursuit of career ambitions and the potentials of "making mad money," I need to do this.

Going to school while working full time sucks so bad. I may have given up the summers off but the one nice thing about working a regular job is I have my nights and weekends free to be a slob. Now the Sunday Night Dread will return along with the anxiety and pressure to succeed in a class that I'm not really sure I'll be any good at.

Maybe its the subconscious anxiety emerging but I made giant cupcakes last night. Giant.

Sep. 13th, 2008

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Hurricanes in Texas and other assorted sundries

So, I never thought I would have to deal with hurricanes in the middle of Texas but my mom is freakin' out. She's a bit obsessed with weather, on the whole. The Weather Channel is the first and last thing she watches everyday, a holdover from the postal years. I keep telling her that we're 3 hours inland and that if a hurricane were to hit Austin that it would be the equivalent of a hurricane hitting West Virgina. My geography may be slightly off with that but when people are being evacuated to Austin, that equates "safe place" in my mind. Being from RI, I don't think my mom can properly conceptualize Texas geography and weather. I keep telling her when something hits Dallas or Houston, that its like the weather differentials between NY and RI but she still calls whenever Dallas gets snow or tornado threats.

Still the paranoid, ever prepared, New Englanda in me sent Shawn out to get some batteries and candles (those nice scented vanilla ones, so they will be of use eventually) as well as milk, rice, and beer. Lots of beer, as its our neighborhood pal Marie's birthday tomorrow and we will probably have a hurricane birthday party for her even if we lose power cause, hey, we can walk home.

On a separate note, turns out I have some blonde beneath the red as was revealed in the following exchange at happy hour tonight:

Guy from work points to my drink: "What's that your drinking?"

Me: "It's pear cider. Its really good."

Guy from work, smirks: "Have you ever tried Dickin's Cider?"

Me, oblivious of smirk: "No, I've never heard of that brand."

Guy from work, slightly dismayed: "You've never had Dickin's cider?"

Me, slightly annoyed: "No, I've never even heard of it."

Guy looks at me with flat expression: "Dickin's Cider."

Me: "No. What. The hell. Are you talking about?"

My boss, who's been within earshot of the entire exchange, exasperated: "Dick-in-side-her?"

Me: "Oh Jesus,I totally didn't get that."

This was blamed on me being not only blonde but also a cheerleader for some reason. Sexist bastards.

Sep. 3rd, 2008

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Yoga blah

I went to yoga today because I have to hurry up and finish out the 5 classes I have left on my card before they expire on the 13th. Nothing like the prospect of losing money to override laziness and sloth. I decided to try something new since I need to get all the yoga in that I can, so today I chose the Hatha yoga. God, I was boooooored. And frustrated. I kept waiting for it to pick up and get going but it never did. The first move was an incredibly painful 5 minutes of sitting on my giant, flat, size 10, duck feet, which are the one part of my body that does not bend in that way. I could never do proper ballet because of the damn duck feet. There was some more stretching and then at then end (What? We're done? But I'm not sweaty!) the instructor left us laying on the floor so long I fell ever so slightly asleep and nearly pissed myself awake when she snapped us back to the "awareness our breath." I'm going back to abusing myself with Ashtang, make the pain worth my while.

Jun. 17th, 2008

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So I'm posting an entry because a friend told me that she actually reads this thing and wondered what happened to me. I had just about given up due to nothing other than pure laziness but then we bought a house and finally something momentuous enough to document. Okay, so this is really our second house (first house is still being rented in RI) but this is our first real house. A house that is free standing and doesn't have neighbors attached or below that you can hear having rough sex on a weeknight at 3am when your trying to sleep becuase you have to get up for work in 5 hours.

Right now we're having the popcorn ceilings removed (very popular architectural feature in house built in 1991 down here) but in the meantime I will provide these photos, stolen from the realtor's sit link to satiate any curiosity regarding our new purchase.

I love this tree.

Nice high ceilings so one can breathe.

I already bought a chair similar to this because this will be my library. Shawn gets the office upstairs to fill with Red Sox memorabilia. This is one of the many things that sold me on this place.

Feb. 23rd, 2008

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While working on drafting the character profiles for Cipher, I started using the Myers Briggs personality profile and here's a warts and all description of my profile:

"creative, smart, idealist, loner, attracted to sad things, disorganized, avoidant, can be overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings, prone to quitting, prone to feelings of loneliness, ambivalent of the rules, solitary, daydreams about people to maintain a sense of closeness, focus on fantasies, acts without planning, low self confidence, emotionally moody, can feel defective, prone to lateness, likes esoteric things, wounded at the core, feels shame, frequently losing things, prone to sadness, prone to dreaming about a rescuer, disorderly, observer, easily distracted, does not like crowds, can act without thinking, private, can feel uncomfortable around others, familiar with the darkside, hermit, more likely to support marijuana legalization, can sabotage self, likes the rain, sometimes can't control fearful thoughts, prone to crying, prone to regret, attracted to the counter culture, can be submissive, prone to feeling discouraged, frequently second guesses self, not punctual, not always prepared, can feel victimized, prone to confusion, prone to irresponsibility, can be pessimistic"

All in all, it's pretty frickin' accurate. I seem like wicked fun:-)

Some of them made me laugh out loud though like: "familiar with the darkside" (how Goth), "prone to confusion," (a picture of a senile, old lady pops into my head), "not always prepared" ( a vast understatement), and "attracted to sad things" (perhaps that explains my fetish for Native American baseball players):

Think about it, what's more romantic than a member of one of the most oppressed and exploited peoples playing the greatest American sport. So hot, :-P

The careers that are NOT recommended for me are as follows:

"business professional, manager, executive, administrator, business owner, supervisor, office manager, business analyst, financial analyst, public relations manager, ceo, executive assistant, judge, event coordinator, lawyer, office worker"

Fitting then that despite being in a "creative" business, I go crazy on at least a weekly basis because I am basically in the role of a office manager/executive assistant/office worker, which I fucking hate. I'm jealous of pretty much everyone else in the building for having talent and being able to display it in some form. Even the programmers are at least brilliant in a way I can never imagine. And that would be the low self confidence and feelings defectiveness kicking into gear.

I'm so ashamed.

Jan. 23rd, 2008

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Ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaa!

Oh God, this is my new favorite website. For all you teachers out there (and I know there are many on my tiny flist:), this is for you:


I only wish I could remember some of the answers I used to get from my more creative and academically challenged students. I once taught an entire class full of these kinds of goofballs. They drove me crazy but also made me laugh more than any other class I taught. The late afternoon, 10th grade English comes particularly to mind. Not to sound too Breakfast Club but there was a brilliant but lazy anarchist (Randy), a flaky, but sweet socialite (CeCe), a criminally minded, lawyer's kid (Ben Mandell), an socially retarded, intellectual (Strauss), a geek trying too hard to masquerade as a bad ass (Max M.), an attention starved, poster child for ADD (Max W.), a 6 foot tall, Turkish, ESL girl (Meneske), a dwarf (Max P.), an Asperger's ice skater who seemed stuck at age 12 (Sam), and the smartest, shyest girl who would never dare say a word in that environment (Laura).

Thank God there were only 10 of them.

It was the first real English class I taught and a frickin baptism by fire.

Jan. 12th, 2008

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Strike on, mutha f-ers!

Work is kind of stressful right now. I"ve never been through a full development cycle before, so I have no idea if the shitty goings on are par for the course or precursors of doom.

In reaction to this, I've found myself wandering the grocery store aisles late at night for baking mixes. Baking is something I only really do when I'm stressed by circumstances beyond my control. When I was in college and it would hit that final exam week in the semster, I'd starting baking cupcakes and lasagna. Usually at 10PM at night. It didn't matter that I had a 20 page paper due the next day and that I hadn't started writing it yet, those Rice Crispie treats were within my control. Last night, I went over my friend's house and baked two lasagnas; a carnivore one and a vegetarian one. When I got home from work at 11PM on Wednesday night, I proceeded to baked some mint chocolate brownies and played an hour of Puzzle Quest on the 360 while I waited for them to cook and cool. Apparently, I get super maternal when I'm on a manic upswing. This is one of the many reasons why I don't think I should have kids.

Speaking of which, and here's the connection to this journal's title, I found myself saying to Shawn last night that I think its a good thing that the writer's are striking because I'm watching less TV and doing "other stuff." One of my resolutions is to play more games, which may seem silly and trivial and not much of an improvement in terms of how I'm spending my time but is something I need to do more of. More games, less TV. Done. Thank you, writers.

Of course, when American TV shits the bed there is always the BBC and that lead me to list some of my favorite things at the moment:

Life On Mars on BBC America. Its a show I've been wanting to see for a really long time and it lives up to and even exceeds my expectations. It plays with the police/detective/crime show genre in a really fun and clever way.

Reading the 2nd book in the The Golden Compass trilogy. I'm doing the best I can since Harry Potter is finished and this one's not bad. Whatever you do, don't see the movie version though because it blows big time.

XBox Live. How did I not find this sooner? Probably because I was watching too much TV but these are games are more within the realm of my playing ability. As much as I'm intrigued and want to play games like God of War, BioShock, and Assasin's Creed, I suck so bad that I get stuck and give up too early. Although while playing Frogger the other night, I was reminded how hard that game is.

Death Cab for Cutie's "I will follow you into the dark." I like maybe one other Death Cab song, they're a band that I find meh, and I almost immediately changed the station when this one first started playing, as it had an acoustic sound that didn't immediately appeal to me. But for some reason I didn't, I gave it a chance and by the end of it I was almost crying in my car. It was probably the first line that caught my attention: "Lover of mine, some day you will die." Whoa. It totally tapped into my dark chocolate, Romantic, gothy underside. Ha, ha. You have to understand that this is someone who was really into Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" in college but was captain of the cheerleaders in high school. Its 3 minutes long but incredibly powerful and sort of reminds me of The Beatles "I'll Follow the Sun" 'cept your going towatds the darkness. Mwa, ha, ha, ha.

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