May 28th, 2004


Bathroom behavior

Ok, let's get a few things straight. Public restrooms are for many things. For instance, pissing. Washing your hands. Looking in the mirror. Brushing your teeth. Changing your clothes, even. Those are all good. No complaints from me! But... there are limits.

1.) The Cell Phone. I just went into the bathroom here at work and someone who shall remain nameless was talking on their cell phone while on the crapper. Ok, look. It's a crapper. Not a phone booth. You're welcome to take your dump, take a pee too if it floats your boat, do all of that good stuff. But please, no cell phone conversations. That's why God invented voicemail. This is trumped only by those people (almost always wearing business suits, it seems) who actually talk on the cellphone while using the urinal. While I applaud their dexterity, I'm sorry, but that's just not kosher.

2.) The Gameboy. This was a first, actually. A few days ago while using the facilities in the bathroom at work, someone in one of the stalls let out a terrific braaaap - that strident bugle call announcing the commencement of the activities. Fine. A moment later, though, I heard Gameboy music start up. It was periodically punctuated by the sound of further bodily functions, and when I flushed the urinal and they realized they weren't alone in the bathroom, they turned the music down. Note to self: never borrow anyone's Gameboy, ever. EVER.

Furniture Sale

Well, we're moving. And since we're moving, we're selling off the dining room set to make room for the new place, which doesn't have a full-sized dining room. (And because, honestly, I just don't want it.)

If anyone's interested, here's the post:

It really is a beautiful set, and my dad's not at all happy about selling it, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

Paper journal

For the first time in almost 12 years, I put pen to paper and actually wrote an entry in my paper journal.  I've occasionally scrawled journal-like entries in other ways and other places, but even including those it's been maybe 5 in the past 12 years.

Why?  Well, for one, because I'm enjoying using my new Parker Insignia Wave fountain pen (thanks topher!  I'm really glad I got it!), and for another, well, LJ just hasn't been doing it for me recently.  Something about it.  Maybe I'm just tired of everyone in the universe (or at least the people on my friends-list) getting to read what I'm thinking. I have to admit, I kind of like having a place all to myself. (Does that make me a horrible person? I hope so!)

It went well, I guess - I wrote something like 9 half-pages (it's a small journal, not 8.5 x 11).  I liked it, too - but now my forearm hurts.  I'm not used to writing with a pen for that long.  ;)  Been too long since I used them, though, it feels good.

Ah well.  I dunno, I'm just babbling.  I'm tired, and so, so, so looking forward to having this long weekend off.