(1:35pm)Well, it's horribly busy at work, since the Training Officer is so busy. I'm having to do all of her regular duties, while she finishes a project. I don't mind, though, because it makes me feel like I'm doing something useful, for once.
I've been listening to Rasputina's second album, How We Left The Forest (I hope I got the title right). I've come to the conclusion that I was more than a bit hasty in my denunciation of it. After all, they couldn't really be expected to do exactly the same thing forever, and I should have expected that some of Marilyn Manson's style would rub off on them, since they'd been touring with him and had even made an e.p. of songs he'd remixed from their first album. (I don't have that E.P., by the way. I thought everything on the first album was done great, and didn't really want to see how Marilyn would screw them up.).
It's kind of creepy to listen to after reading all those English Ghost Stories, though. Right now, my favorite song from the album is "Leechwife".
I've been reading Jean-Jacques Rousseau's book, "The Social Contract." This is how I atone for reading all the trash I've been filling my head with lately (such as, the Ken Starr Report). I haven't really gotten too far into the book, since I just had to finish scaring myself with the Ghost Stories first. I'm still picking at "Solipsist". It's not really a book you can sit down and read front-to-back. The different sections (not chapters) are disjointed, and can be any length from one paragraph to several pages long. They have nothing to do with each other, other than the running theme of solipsism throughout. So, I pick at it, and find gems I can relate to. The fact that I can relate to some of this is probably a really bad commentary on my personality. It's all anti-social.
Somewhere between a Gardenburger with cheese and a peppermint Breath Saver lies the flavor of good ol' pecan pie. Hey, when you're doing the diet thing, like me, you take everything you can get. Even the unexpected taste sensations.
I'm doing a cleanup of the sites on Winds of Chaos. Apparently, a lot of the people that have joined the ring don't have the html on their site. It's the only explanation I can come up with for the phenomenon...the ring has a lot of people in it, but only a few sites get any traffic. What kind of BS is that?
So, I'm moving all the sites without the fragment to the queue until I get e-mail from the people telling me they've put up the code, and giving me the URL to find the code.
And it looks like The Anonymous Guy has sent me another entry. Check it out.
As if my life wasn't going horribly enough, this utter bitch called here, and I transferred her. Ten minutes later, she called back, complaining about the amount of time she's spent on hold today (as if I fucking care). When she started complaining about never having been transferred to the person she wanted to talk to, I informed her that I did transfer her. Her response? "Well, as far as I'm concerned, you didn't transfer me to shit. I got no ring, no voice mail, nothing." I'm thinking maybe she lost her mind for a few minutes there. I was polite, though, and told her I'd be more than happy to transfer her now. Bitch. I hate being a Top Secret Receptionist sometimes.