InsaneJournal

Nothing! I did nothing!
Okay, to be fair, that isn't entirely true. First, we went out today to do some shopping. I picked up a few new t-back shirts, which have become my favored clothing over cami tops. I picked up a long sleeve hoodie with grey and white stripes, as well as a pair of black suspenders...I'm not even sure why on that last item. I haven't worn suspenders since I was 7, and I've kind of associated them as a "boy's item." Yet there they were in a girl's only clothing shop, (because of my size, I have always shopped in junior petites shops for my clothes. The alternative is to swim in yards of extra fabric.) and I thought, "Okay, so it's cool to wear them again." So I got them, and only later realized I don't have the right kind of shirt to wear them. Hehe, I'm finally learning to accessorize. Took me long enough. @_@

On a long side note, I've decided my style of dress can best be described as punk. I like black, but I could never pull off being a goth. I'd always just be a poser in black clothing. I adore goths, and I think most every form of gothic dress is hot. I just can't wear it myself without feeling like a fraud.

So, I wear mostly jeans and t-back tops with black vinyl boots. My favorite "armor" is a torn orange sweatshirt with is now two years old and looking in need of a third set of repairs. Every pair of jeans I own are naturally scruffy, and suggestions that I need new clothes are met with bitter resistance.

Hubby still wants me to dress in skirts and dresses, and on special occasions, I don't suppose I mind getting fancied up for him. But for everyday life, I prefer jeans and a shirt. I keep trying to explain to him, "Lover, you can take the redneck out of Texas..." ^_^ Let's get back to our story. (I just figured I'd take the time describe myself, since lately, all I seem to do is talk about writing or reading in this blog. That's dull even for me to go back over. I digress.)

Leaving the Pimkie, we headed a block up the street to Fnac, and I finally replaced my Logitech Revolution mouse with a Microsoft Habu. If you don't know about this, the Logitech Revolution has abysmal accuracy, so much so that I had trouble selecting sections of text in Word. It's even more useless in Photoshop, and don't even get me stared on 3d applications. Fantastic laser tracking, my ass.

In addition to the mouse, I also picked up an SD memory card for my Cybook, so I now have 2 GB of space for books, or room for...well, for a fuckload of books, really. I doubt I'll need a new card any time soon, even with my recent uptick in reading. (Long time readers of my blogs will surely have noticed how I'm mentioning more book titles from other people these days.)

I got a micro SD card for my new Nokia Cell phone, and I've already tossed few MP3s on it as test files and ring tones, which rocks. The Nokia 5200 I picked up on Thursday had no sample files. Nothing, not even a spare ring tone. Even worse, I can't hear the default ring tone with the phone set at max volume. Now that that problem is solved, I'm much happier with the phone. Pity there aren't that many people who call me, because I've got The Fratellis song Chelsea Dagger as my default ring tone, and I need to hear that song more often. But anywho... ^_^

Also on the shopping list was a new headset microphone with noise canceling capabilities. This, I hope will eliminate roughly 75% of the hissing present in my first "season" of podcasts. The new microphone has an amazing response, and unlike my old headset, it allows me to speak in a normal voice. I've had to speak up to get proper results with the old headset, and then I was still having to amplify the results. I doubt that will be a problem when I start doing new episodes in August. My test recordings today sounded fantastic even with low volume or with me dropping to a whisper. So this will hopefully mean a major improvement in the readings for Part 2 and up.

Somewhere early during the trip, I got something in my eye. I'm not sure what it was, because every time I went to a mirror to look, I found nothing. There wasn't even any redness in the area of the eyelids which felt irritated. So we made a side trip to a pharmacy for eye drops. This didn't work until after I got home, so for most of the day, I was winking and digging at my eye, whining like a little girl because it hurt so bad. Well...actually, on the bus ride home, whatever was in my eye jabbed in hard, and I growled. I made a few heads swivel doing that, because it was a low, angry snarl that put a lot more bass in my voice than I'd intended. So yeah, that was a tad awkward. I finally washed my eye out with the drops, but I never did figure out what was hurting so bad.

We got off the bus, and then hubby remembered that he wanted to look for sandals and buy a new suitcase in preparation for our trip to Amsterdam from the 1st to the 6th of next month. We got the suitcase, but no one had sandals in hubby's size. I ended up getting a new set, and shock of shocks, I've gone down from a 42 to a 40. This is the same brand of sandal I bought last year, and even the same type. I got it from the same shop. So the shoes didn't get bigger, you see. Somehow, I'm still shrinking. I'm not sure what to make of that, but I don't suppose I can complain. It isn't just my feet either. I've love a couple of inches in height, and I'm now walking off the heel of one of my pairs of jeans. Losing weight, I could understand, but losing height? Yeah, that's still confusing me.

So we finally got home, but before I could think about writing, I had to move in all of my new computer goodies and swap out the old stuff. Hubby took the Logitech for his older Mac, and so far he hasn't complained too much. We'll see if that changes when he has to work in one of his graphic apps any time soon.

Then after I got everything sorted out, we went to a new Greek place that opened around the corner. Their grand opening was generous, to say the least; everything was free. Yeah, no shit. I stuffed myself on cold cuts, fried eggplant, stuffed crab cakes, meatballs wrapped in olives, crochette, pizette, and fresh fruit. They served a fantastic citrus punch with lots of fresh fruit and ice tossed in, and when we went to the bar for coffee, we didn't need to order or pay. They just set out cups and walked away. This is a very classy way to open a place for business, and the whole neighborhood turned out to sample the food. And no matter how much people packed down, they just brought more food from the back. I reiterate, very classy.

So, I got home, fully intending to get back to writing. But I ran across a food blog called Il Forno (The Oven) which was all about different Italian foods. And I was trapped like a rat for close to three hours until I read EVERY SINGLE ENTRY. I know I've got a food addiction, but this is ridiculous. I bookmarked the site halfway through, and not even that could convince me to leave and get back to work.

So, I'm sipping an imported English Ale right now, puffing a ciggie while I finally contemplate getting back to work. That will require another entry after I get done, but I wanted to post about my awesome adventure outside today. Okay, now I'm ready to get to work.

Later...