tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67460922011-12-14T18:48:10.442-08:00There are well-dressed foolish ideas, just as there are well-dressed fools. - Sebastien ChamfortKirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.comBlogger4061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-92198729352092608452007-03-09T16:29:00.000-08:002007-03-09T16:32:03.855-08:00

As already read by Nick, your ONE customer service guy. (By the way... You might want to check his email, since he doesn't appear to actually get it in REAL TIME, but rather once every week. But nonetheless, here's what I really wanted to say.)Oh sweet sweet mercy. It actually worked! A very SMALL thanks.And your customer service at that place still sucks. It took 5 months for that to work.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1172347510604788762007-02-24T12:03:00.000-08:002007-02-24T12:05:10.626-08:00

I'm going to close down this blog. Its been a while, its been interesting, but its time to move on. Also, Blogger is not allowing a move to the "new" and "fabulous" upgraded version, so the time here is probably limited.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1168986773209307232007-01-16T14:28:00.000-08:002007-01-16T14:32:53.240-08:00

I've nothing to report or talk about. I've no news, no stories and no excitement. Unless you want to hear about the fact that my Roomba is currently in the mail. And, oh, hold me back, how exciting is that!

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1168476985631778832007-01-10T15:46:00.000-08:002007-01-10T22:25:29.210-08:00

If ever I got around to putting up a list of blogs in my sidebar, this would be half of the list. The (VERY) short list of blogs I read everyday*. Definitely, in particular order.Smitten Kitchen - Check back for regular recipe updates and fantastic food porn. Deb wields a camera like a pro. And she's funny. Also, she won the Well Fed Best Food Blog - Humor award. Congrats!This Fish - One of

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1168390198740390502007-01-09T16:45:00.000-08:002007-01-09T16:49:58.760-08:00

First - I was watching CSI again and here's the last thing someone said. Character 1: "Its raining MAN JUICE?!" Character 2: "Hallelujah?"And most completely more importantly:Well, well, well. After much talk and much contemplation since before Christmas, I've finally ordered the next addition to the household. I am most please and so excited for its arrival!I'll post pictures, of course, when

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1168144753429600502007-01-06T20:42:00.000-08:002007-01-06T21:13:36.970-08:00

Did you know that when you juggle an odd number of items that they will cross over, but those that juggle for like a living or something - when they juggle even numbers of things, well, that those things, they never change hands?Isn't that somehow like... cheating?

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1168144377134847192007-01-06T20:29:00.000-08:002007-01-06T20:32:57.136-08:00

aka Blogger,I sincerely wish you all the best with this whole Blogger Beta, or whatever the hell its called now. I would love to join you, as is evidenced by my SIX attempts to "upgrade", however, like in many things in my life right now, you just reject me.So, with all the kindness I can muster, from the very bottom of my soul, stop asking me to upgrade JUST TO TURN ME DOWN. AGAIN.Got it?

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1168144164340168102007-01-04T16:28:00.000-08:002007-01-06T20:29:24.366-08:00

Happy New Year!I hope this year is nice to you. And you laugh a lot.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1167214882261857902006-12-27T02:18:00.000-08:002006-12-27T02:33:53.553-08:00

Hope your holidays have been/will continue to be happy, festive and enjoyable!PS That hot wheels green machine? It's all mine.Err. Was.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1166827689043591302006-12-22T14:43:00.000-08:002006-12-22T14:49:08.206-08:00

Dear Austria,Please ignore the last outburst about getting up to speed with the rest of the marvelous internet connected and convenient world while you PLEASE tell North America how it is that you work that whole public transportation system so well.They don't get it here. Someone needs a hand holding and a very thorough explanation. Could you just do me this one favor, please? I'll ignore and

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1166649249936447672006-12-20T12:58:00.000-08:002006-12-20T13:14:09.963-08:00

After November's deluge of daily crap here, I had to take a step back and get back to my roots. Of Sporadic and Unreliable. I feel comfortable in these shoes. They're molded to my feet pretty well and they don't make the balls of my feet ache quite so much. I have loads to talk about but not enough will (I would say time, but HA HA HA - I have all the time in the world yet never save any for

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1166348054281455812006-12-17T01:29:00.000-08:002006-12-17T01:34:14.300-08:00

If there is someone this holiday season that you want to torment, in a way, just play them a copy of Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton's Once Upon a Christmas CD. Does it even come on CD? Because when I had it way back when I was littler, I distinctly recall it being a cassette. That got so well used that it wore down. And I had to sing the whole second verse to "A Christmas to Remember". Not

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1166042130768670542006-12-13T11:41:00.000-08:002006-12-13T12:39:37.556-08:00

When I lived in convenience-land Vienna, where stores aren't open on Sunday or past 5 on Saturday evening - any store, I often wondered what it would be like to live in a place again where there was convenience and that oh-so-scary-idea, customer service. I don't think I ever got used to the concept that you must buy the bags in which you carry your groceries home. That just seems harsh, cruel,

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1165907355332246172006-12-11T23:06:00.000-08:002006-12-11T23:09:15.363-08:00

Does this look like an unreasonable christmas wish list?a vacuum cleanera cookbook stand with a glass front to cover the pagesanother magnetic spice racka tall pantry shelf with a wine rack for the pantrya short pantry shelf without a wine rack for storage of linensDVD/Document holding bookshelfa magazine holdera blanket basketa waffle makerI'm dreaming aren't I? Yeah, I know. I'm going to go

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1165783670566386702006-12-10T12:46:00.000-08:002006-12-10T12:47:50.586-08:00

So, the proper size bed rails came. Now they're just the wrong color.Let's bet on what is messed up with the next thing these poeple send me!I bet they'll send me an elephant, which is so much like a bed I can barely stand it. What do you think? And you can't bet that the proper pieces will be sent because we all know that won't happen.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1165353121068019492006-12-05T13:07:00.000-08:002006-12-05T13:24:25.050-08:00

I wanted to tell you a happy story. About caffeine. And froth. And SHINY METAL.But instead, the guy finally delivered the new bed. 2 months after purchase, but whatever, it's here! YAY! And it's ALL WRONG. BOO!Witness: Headboard Footboard.Hmm. Something has gone awry.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1165259505879104732006-12-04T11:03:00.000-08:002006-12-04T11:11:45.916-08:00

For at least an hour I have been in a small day dream that I am back in Vienna.Picture it. Its July, maybe even August - the height of summer. Bright sunshine, warm breezes, barely any shade in the entire city, the need for ice cream is astounding. This is the hottest it has been all year. I'm waiting for the U-Bahn, going somewhere at about noon. Perhaps on a Saturday. Maybe shopping

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1165261618049737162006-12-04T09:14:00.000-08:002006-12-04T11:48:38.583-08:00

Hey! You! The crazy Californian that was looking for the recipe (at 5 AM!?) for Gordon Ramsay's F Word Brownies - Do you mean Sarah Beeny's recipe? Cuz I totally found them on the internet just for you. Mostly because I miss California, but not at 5 in the morning. You're wacky.Stolen, copied and pasted from here: Sarah's Brownies from The F WordINGREDIENTS * 115g Plain Flour * 5

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162125768395555802006-12-01T00:21:00.000-08:002006-12-01T00:21:10.646-08:00

What I did for Thanksgiving: I flew, I ate, I hung out with family, and I came home. Details are mundane. Besides, I don't really have a story to share.Also, what I learned throughout the November boringness here at my blog: I need to pick something to write about, and then start writing well, all the time. Unfortunately, I don't have a topic that dear to me to write about, and I'm

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1164960033131058402006-11-30T23:59:00.000-08:002006-12-01T00:00:33.186-08:00

I'll write something of substance when I have something of substance to say.But I finished the month of daily blogging. And for that I deserve a cup of hot chocolate.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163672300072159922006-11-29T16:49:00.000-08:002006-11-29T16:56:51.680-08:00

I have spent the better part of the afternoon looking for a job. It has had a side effect that isn't so fun - I'm terribly cranky. Unemployment makes me sad. So I made this list of links to things I've already written that aren't all cranky.Oh and here's this - 2 years ago today, I wasn't so cranky: What I've been doing latelyAnd now the list...A strollDownMemoryLaneOpen QuestionOpen

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162246939553925392006-11-28T00:18:00.000-08:002006-11-28T00:20:30.070-08:00

I'm packing and preparing for the terror of the airport. So here is a list of links I have been meaning to tell you all about for months.Tesco condemned for selling pole dancing toyNice one, Tesco. (via Jack)Adult Night Club Offers Flu Shot... Okay. Sure.Robin Hood was Welsh and never went to Nottingham, claims bookAnd anyone who actually lives in Nottingham rejoiced!Young Moguls: 20

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163062350498641592006-11-27T00:37:00.000-08:002006-11-27T00:45:36.053-08:00

A history of bloggers. Go. See. Report back if you giggled audibly. Please.(I ran out of something to write about on November 3rd. Be gentle. It's almost over.)

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161909015465859332006-11-26T00:53:00.000-08:002006-11-26T01:01:38.046-08:00

I'm busy being family oriented. Also, the internet isn't as dependable here as it is at home. So I'm posting a bit sporadically. And now for something completely different!I love when people find things to put on their bunnies, take pictures, put them on the internet and then add funny captions. Like this one of Oolong.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1164455665100693482006-11-25T03:01:00.000-08:002006-11-25T03:54:25.120-08:00

Look. Netgear. Make this network actually work please. Because three days on the phone with tech support people and not actually getting anywhere with getting the wireless network to actually work - it's killing me. Everyone I've talked to (Hi, Shauna, Cindy, Sandeep (I think that was your name?), Faruk, Paul and Sandy!) has been really nice, but nothing productive comes out of our

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162125953869174582006-11-25T02:23:00.000-08:002006-11-25T03:55:49.880-08:00

I spend all this time taking pictures, right? Some of them actually turn out alright. So I think I need to start showing the good ones off. If other people think they are alright enough to publish, ooh, I would do a jig! But let's put things in perspective here - I would need to upload something. And in order for that to happen I have to sort through every picture I've taken and then pick

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162126522446960172006-11-24T18:12:00.000-08:002006-11-25T03:36:18.130-08:00

Women for Women. Go check it out and if it moves you, why not give them a lil sumtin' sumtin'?

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163969125817567452006-11-23T17:05:00.000-08:002006-11-23T17:14:56.280-08:00

As it is that time of year, I thought I would forego the family stories for the time being and tell you about another way to give thanks. Xerox is sponsoring a program to send postcards of thanks to the troops. You can submit a design or use one of the designs they already have.Check it out at Let's Say Thanks.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162127210577655592006-11-22T09:53:00.000-08:002006-11-22T10:02:56.180-08:00

She says we've got to hold on to what we've gotcause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or notWe've got each other and that's a lot for love - WE'LL GIVE IT A SHOTWHOAWe're half way thereWHOA - OHLivin' on a prayerBut it's only because I'll be flying today with the rest of the country. Buckle up and know where those exits are!

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1164138174801908742006-11-22T01:35:00.000-08:002006-11-22T01:48:30.380-08:00

Multiple choice question:What goes better with Tokillyou, hence is the only way to drink it?A. With an orange slice and a cinnamon sprinkle.B. With an orange and and this is just WRONG.C. With a lime slice and a salt sprinkle.D. You're fucking crazy if you don't choose C.I'm as of yet undecided. Sort of. I'm leaning towards A, but I have this gut feeling that that would be just awful. Oh wait!

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1164100991686860482006-11-21T14:57:00.000-08:002006-11-21T15:18:07.583-08:00

Because I will be flying away from home to visit with the family for the upcoming festivities, I'm going to miss the official Christmas-decorations-are-acceptable-to-put-up-now day on Friday. This disturbs me to my very core. For years and years I've loved Christmas decorations. I usually don't get so involved in any kind of holiday, as most of them are cheesy or have utterly lost their charm,

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1164059182559502672006-11-20T12:53:00.000-08:002006-11-20T13:46:23.533-08:00

Two fashion trends I have been asking people about for the last five years. And I have yet to get an answer for, "WHY GOD WHY!?"Leather pants. Please, explain this to me. I do not understand.Also, please refrain from wearing leather pants with a leather vest and a leather trench coat. On the same day. On second thought, please don't explain it to me, but please stop wearing leather pants

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162176446800325952006-11-19T12:32:00.000-08:002006-11-19T12:46:59.696-08:00

Here - go be amused by spam.(Or... I have nothing else to write about, so I'm sending you to see other stuff on the internet.)Psst. This one's my favorite.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162126265674006462006-11-18T11:46:00.000-08:002006-11-18T12:04:59.136-08:00

Boring snoring. Why should you be using it? Well, isn't it obvious that it's a contageous and remarkably funny phrase that can be used to describe pretty much anything?"So, how was the zoo?"Boring snoring."So, how's the weather?"Boring snoring."So, are you excited that its nearly Christmas?"Boring snoring."So, what do you think of leopard slippers?"Boring snoring.But really, leopard slippers

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163731013495448932006-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:002006-11-17T12:59:38.380-08:00

Because blackbird was so nice about my stealing from her before...Explain what ended your last relationship?Complacency. And silence.When was the last time you shaved?Yesterday.What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.?Sleeping. Maybe even snoring.What were you doing 15 minutes ago?Eating cinnamon and sugar sprinkled toast.Are you any good at math?Yeah. It used to be my favorite subject in

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163747705825070742006-11-16T23:13:00.000-08:002006-11-16T23:15:05.843-08:00

Bush arrives in Vietnam A couple decades late, no?

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163672234184364422006-11-16T02:07:00.000-08:002006-11-16T02:35:27.083-08:00

I've probably been more eloquent on other occasions, and if you're dying for eloquence and not whiney, bitchy blogging, check out other, smoother posts I've made in the past:Joblessness and the Thrill of it allThe happenings in May 2006Because the nightJack Handy and I go way backSkip the first few paragraphs, they suckLifelong DreamsA Smattering of MemoriesOtherwise, this joblessness is kicking

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163477602399161092006-11-15T11:07:00.000-08:002006-11-15T14:14:33.830-08:00

(I'm a sucker for punishment, so I'm trying this upgrade thing again so Blogger will stop yelling at me. I might be gone a while.)I stole. From Blackbird. Who did not tag me. But she stole from Schmutzie. Who did not tag her. But shush. Lists of ThingsThings on my desk: 4 packs of Christmas cards just begging to be addressed and stamped, a Lilo (from Lilo & Stitch) toy from McDonald's, a

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163495897211429192006-11-14T15:02:00.000-08:002006-11-14T15:32:58.586-08:00

I tivo'd a late night show from last night that had an actor that I had been told was British. It didn't sink in, though, because he plays an American doctor on TV. With an American accent. As opposed to a British accent - like the one he pulled on Friends when he was so annoyed with Rachel when she was going to bust in on Ross and Emily's wedding in England. (Thanks Heather for the link to

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163472757193270222006-11-13T18:51:00.000-08:002006-11-13T18:52:37.196-08:00

Thanks for your interest in the new Blogger in beta. An error has occurred that has prevented us from switching your account at this time. Our engineers have been notified of the issue, and your blogs and Blogger account should not be affected.Please try switching again later via the promo in your dashboard, and please remember your Google Account information as you will need it to switch to the

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163472212584108342006-11-13T18:24:00.000-08:002006-11-13T18:43:32.636-08:00

I love three day weekends. They're fun. They do, however, make for not exciting blog fodder. So here's what I learned from the BBC today.According to a BBC program, the word vegan was first widely used in the 1940's. It didn't specify exactly how widely it was used in the 40's, though.The Oxford English Dictionary folks first estimated it would take them 10 years to write the dictionary

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161931576947777552006-11-12T01:16:00.000-08:002006-11-12T01:26:22.716-08:00

So, I saw these ads ages ago on The View. (God, if you don't know what that is, please don't make me explain it.) I just totally forgot about them until I was just flipping through someone's Flickr pictures. (Still addicted folks. Still.)Go check out what Dove is doing. Seriously, I'm buying Dove products just because of these ads. (And the shower wash/gel stuff smells better than the rest

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161919255570910432006-11-11T13:03:00.000-08:002006-11-13T18:47:59.223-08:00

Everyone has their own favorite words. You, me, that guy over there - shh don't look! So let's make a deal. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours! Oh, really, let's be serious, I'm not that patient. Here. A compilation of my favorite words, in various languages and in no particular order.Obey (E)Oblique (E)Ananas (De)Unartig (De)Inuit (E)Retarded (E)Tonto (Sp)Freckle (E)Befuddle (E)

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163207823260036162006-11-10T17:09:00.000-08:002006-11-10T17:25:40.556-08:00

I'm still flipping through many-a-blog with the OMG, it's the NaBloPoMo Randomizer! I can't really find a reason to stop this daily obsession, and I need to add at least 50 more blogs to my bookmarks before the end of the month. During the flipping and scanning, I can't help but feel a little giddy and then a pang of sadness for each blog I flip by that hasn't kept the one post per day pace.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163057478754278162006-11-10T11:41:00.000-08:002006-11-10T12:00:11.263-08:00

No, no. It's not a job. Well, I'm missing one of those too, but that's not what I'm talking about here.Since for the duration of this month, I've put my name down on the NaBloPoMo list, I've taken a bit of extra time to peruse the other people that are crazy like me. I've frequently used the OMG, it's the NaBloPoMo randomizer to find new blogs to peruse. Randomizing my reading, well it's been

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163061196352712932006-11-09T00:42:00.000-08:002006-11-09T00:58:14.250-08:00

I like video games. I own a significant number of them. I like to play them. I think everyone should play games. Play games that you enjoy - card games, board games, video games, whatever! Just play games. When it comes to video games, however, they seem to have a bad rep. There's lots and lots of bad press about them, for varying reasons.** One of the more popular gaming websites started

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161939912176905392006-11-09T00:26:00.000-08:002006-11-09T15:07:36.780-08:00

It's the way of the ... um... TV series world. It's always going to be this way, and I know that. I know it. I just don't want to accept it. It seems, well, stupid. So let's say there's a show, for example, Alias (one of my favoritest in the WORLD, okay?). It shows up, it makes splashes, and critics and the public alike rave about it. It's fawned over and the story line arcs perfectly.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163042050257674732006-11-08T19:13:00.000-08:002006-11-08T19:14:10.256-08:00

Democrats take Senate tooAnd now I will go do a jig. NAKED!

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There's reference there to a cervix. On my card. Oh me, oh my.You are the WorldCompletion, Good Reward.The World is the final card of the Major Arcana, and as such represents saturnian energies, time, and completion.The World card pictures a dancer in a Yoni (sometimes made of laurel leaves). The Yoni symbolizes the great Mother, the cervix through which everything is born, and also the doorway

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1163014541771130282006-11-08T11:28:00.000-08:002006-11-08T11:35:41.796-08:00

I'm not going to attempt to hide my dislike for the current administration. It would be futile and, well, just plain lying. I spent a whole lot more time yesterday watching and reading news reports. With each report and with each story, I waqs just that little bit more pleased.But this tops the cake. Rumsfeld? Gone? Today? YEEEEEES! Why didn't he do this sooner? He could have kept the

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Because I'm a bit distracted with reading the up to the minute news articles about the election, I'm having trouble forming complete and interesting sentences. So, please enjoy the extremely US centric post for today.Find your Polling SiteElection Poll Stats Very good site!National Elections Information MapMidterms Info at a glanceBush approval ratings drop to 35 percentTrack Bush's approval

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It always fills me with such a warm and fuzzy feeling. It's like I'm sat near a cozy fireplace with a wooly blanket after a delicious and elaborate holiday meal. Except the reality of voting from outside the country where your vote is counted is more like calling your credit card company and asking if you could please speak to a person instead of that really efficient and effective voice

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162788863638798392006-11-05T20:48:00.000-08:002006-11-05T20:54:23.640-08:00

adopt your own virtual pet!Meet Snarf. Mrs. Kennedy linked to this fantastic adoption center. I needed another pet. If you don't click on More, you won't be able to feed snarf.I couldn't let snarf hang out without a friend (or snack). Here's spike.adopt your own virtual pet!

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Completely off topic of what follows below... The rain has ceased after four long days and four long nights. I didn't get a yacht to hang out in, but I'll suffer silently about it. UPDATE: The rain has begun again. Maybe we'll make it another 36 days. End of Update.In doing a little research about the title of this post, I looked up Genesis Chapter 7 and 8, just to read about the 40 days and

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162678200236028482006-11-04T12:55:00.000-08:002006-11-04T14:10:00.380-08:00

Okay, how sick are you of reading about moving? Seriously, its all I talk about these days and I think I might be boring myself to death. So I'll get the moving stuff out of the way and then move on to something way more not exciting. My days have been a bit blah so I'm a bit blah in my writing. Please come back later for not crap.I've got two bedrooms to unpack/organize. I'll do that once I

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161936298397049042006-11-03T17:53:00.000-08:002006-11-03T18:01:29.230-08:00

So I'm sitting on the whole idea of going to see some movies, for lack of being able to decide. Check out the trailers. And I tucked a quick history lesson in the middle there that you can totally feel free to skip. Unless recess is over, and then you just have to grin and bear it.The Break-Up 12 lemons for a centerpiece, good god! I have to go buy the DVD, since it's already been in theaters

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162507494650913982006-11-02T14:22:00.000-08:002006-11-02T15:04:41.770-08:00

I know you can't get enough of reading (a limited amount) about this whole moving thing I've gotten myself into here. So, just to keep the theme of pictures going on here, how about a few more apartment related pictures? Whacha think? Feel free to complain about the shakiness and blurriness - it might even compel me to get a tripod.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1162490354069285352006-11-02T09:51:00.000-08:002006-11-02T09:59:14.070-08:00

As I have to go meet up with the internet people who will give me internet at the new home, I don't have much time before I'd be officially late.So, here's my short post to say I published something today, and I'm a jerk for being a bit busy with moving. Please not to be upset with me. Thanks! If I have time and internet later, I'll give you a pretty picture to look at.

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I'm a little busy, so here's the first post for November's Blog Torture. Please accept my apologies for it being so short and all, but I'm sure the picture of HOBNOBS will totally make you feel better.

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(*Also known as the day I got the keys to the new place.)Dear Previous Tenants in my new place --Isn't the place amazing? I'm sure you're heartbroken to leave the harbor views behind. I know I would be. And what about those views of downtown from bed? Yeah, those will be nice to wake up to. I can't wait. I love that 70% of the walls in the place are glass. Windows to the whole city. How

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I'm watching a TV show about sharks and some guy trying to parachute into a shark cage - in the ocean - near a well known galapagos shark swarming area. According to this TV show, they are fond of chewing on humans. They're apparently engaging in some kind of extreme sporting activity. Those young whippersnappers!I see three problems with this plan. 1 - This guy is jumping out of a perfectly

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My dream last night was a bit odd. Keep in mind that anyone's name below was actually just a dream extra that looks a bit like what I imagine (or in some cases know) the real people to look like. And I know none of them personally. Further, no one I know personally appeared in the dream. Not even my cat.I was having a party. In my apartment. I've never before seen this apartment but it was

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In preparation of NaBloPoMo, I'm scouring the very edges of my brain trying to come up with my backup list so for those days when I have utterly nothing to write about I can fall back on my backup list of superb ideas. I expect I will be needing somewhere in the region of about 25 backup topics, as I fully expect to run out of ideas on November 3rd, but I know I'll have something to mutter about

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So there I was, wallowing in my own self pity. It's what I do every day, well mostly every day when I'm not distracted by the internet or my camera or Flickr - which is so not the internet, but rather just my sick and twisted addiction for which I need intervention. At least once a day I get distracted by looking at job postings on various websites, and this is in no way similar to being

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161894371763402032006-10-26T13:23:00.000-07:002006-10-27T02:44:29.093-07:00

(Mrs. Kennedy says that's (probably not) latin for "blog or die.")I put down my name. I'm on the list. Go find out what it is, and if you have a blog, do it! If you don't have a blog, read the damn thing Mrs. Kennedy wrote anyways because you can put your name down, too! (Your commitment is a little less than blog posts everyday, but DAUNTING nonetheless. Not really.) Hey leave me a note if

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161895317437292972006-10-26T13:04:00.000-07:002006-10-26T13:41:57.436-07:00

So I went and threw out some old links on the right there and reorganized a few of them. And renamed the Links section because let's be honest here, I never updated it on a weekly basis, so that was a whole lot misleading. Nonetheless, if you haven't already, please go check out those sites. Especially, as its October - breast cancer awareness month - go and check out the Breast Cancer Site.

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I have nothing to report, nothing to write about. I'm still looking for a job and I'm still quite bored with the whole process.I wake up in the morning and read the news on the internet, I flip on the TV for background noise. And I go outside and take pictures of things within a random vicinity of the place where I sleep. Then I come back, defrost some meat and make something for dinner. I

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1161329787326786982006-10-20T00:22:00.000-07:002006-10-20T00:36:27.346-07:00

So I went ahead and basically forgot about the internet for the past couple of days. Well I forgot about the communicative part of the internet - blogger and flickr. I think I might have been struck over the head, but there's no proof. Anyways, go check out where you fit on this quiz. I found it amusing that there are so few questions. Apparently I'm one of those people that thinks its

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Over the course of the past 24 hours, these are the things that I have learned. This list is very very disjointed. Each paragraph is alarmingly different than the next.Night pictures are, generally, best taken when one owns a tripod. I would further suggest that should one own a tripod, it would behoove one to use the tripod for night shots.Recycling deposits in Canada are not really worth

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1160789792265834582006-10-13T18:25:00.000-07:002006-10-13T18:36:32.283-07:00

I have been fearing this moment since actually realizing that I was really going to move to Vancouver and actually live here. Today is the first day that I will publicly support the Vancouver Canucks. For fear of my life, mostly. Red Wings, please don't kill me. I'm not really a traitor! I still heart you, Red Wings. Secretly.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1160611846446144752006-10-11T23:29:00.000-07:002006-10-11T23:38:55.310-07:00

First things first here. HI BLOGGER! STOP SUCKING. You've totally been sucking for over a day. I don't like it, so cut it out. (I know, right? And this is all I wanted to post really, but I definitely am allowed to complain how crap this is. Because. Just because.)Thanks. On to other more personal things...Hi. My name is Kirsten and I'm a complete Flickr addict.I fear I may need some

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Making Thanksgiving dinner wasn't my responsibility. I was treated to a dinner-making free night. But I couldn't resist doing something, so I made the stuffing, which is always my favorite part of any thanksgiving dinner, and chopped some veg and cleaned dishes. I also ate until I literally nearly burst. I thought I wasn't going to make it through the night without just bursting. I was so

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I got the cheapest cell phone on offer, whereby cheap means free. So I can call people now without it costing me all of my savings for 5 minutes of chat. With this new cell phone plan, I get 15 minutes more without all of my savings dwindling to nothing. It's like Christmas came early. Or something. My mother thinks the new cell phone is extravagant, what with there being a few other

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1160161556788485712006-10-06T11:36:00.000-07:002006-10-06T12:05:56.863-07:00

So today is all about cleaning, doing laundry, editing my resume, fixing my cover letter, signing a lease for a GORE. JUS. apartment, and finding a new recipe for cookies because we're out of brownies. Yeah, that's right. We have no dessert. Oh god NO!! So I intend to purchase the makings of peanut butter cookies, oh-my-god-how-I-love-them-so! I need something to pick me up after the

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1160083508075898082006-10-05T14:22:00.000-07:002006-10-05T14:25:08.096-07:00

So the apartment hunting went well. We didn't take any pictures while we were touring around in any of the available options, but we did decide on the one that we want to live in and let me just say... It. Is. GORE. JUS. Pictures to come - in like November when we actually live there.

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Oh the thrill of being (still) unemployed! Its like I can't get enough of cooking and baking and shopping for fresh food with which to cook and bake. I'm ashamed to admit this, after being so dismissive about it a couple weeks ago, but I've been watching the reruns of Gilmore Girls that have been airing during the day. I love it! It's not at all what I thought it would be, and I can't believe

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1159831489464764432006-10-02T16:06:00.000-07:002006-10-02T16:24:49.493-07:00

In the past week and a half I have made two successful purchases for the kitten. I figure I should try to make it up to her, ya know, that 18 hours in transit thing that I did to her that she hated me for for a week. So the first thing I bought her that was a little treat was a toy. It's like a fishing rod with a fluffy bell at the end of the line. And she LURVES it. I can make her jump 4

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1159670800166441202006-09-30T19:35:00.000-07:002006-09-30T19:46:40.183-07:00

Wow! A whole week went by and I don't really remember all of it. It's a bit nutty, really, the amount of things I've been up to lately. And also, the amount of things I have yet to do. That's even more nutty than the first part.I've turned into a baker. I've made more chocolate chip cookies in the past week than I care to admit. What's worse is that I've actually eaten half of the cookies.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1158913250149678332006-09-22T01:16:00.000-07:002006-09-22T01:27:32.846-07:00

You'd think what with me moving country today and all that I wouldn't be able to find the time to post something. However, you'd think wrong. Why? Because Austrian Airlines gives you the internet while you wait in the airport for them to call your name to get on the damn plane already. They feed you and throw beverages at you, as well. But only if you sit in the front of the plane.UPDATE:

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Someone told Jimmy Carter that I currently live outside the US. I have my suspicions who it could have been, but I didn't think www.VoteFromAbroad.org actually cared enough to give my email information to anyone! So Jimmy sent me an email, and I feel honored to the absolute core of my being. You know what he said? You wanna know, really? He wants me to vote.That is all.Well not entirely.

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I'm checking my email for the last time on the European continent. Or very nearly the last time. Let's not split hairs here. And this little gem was in my inbox: Dear United Customer,Fall is a wonderful time to visit Europe...Book a flight for your best vacation ever...etc.I can't help but feel like I'm definitely going to miss out on Europe in the fall. As well as the rest of the year.It's

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Imagine a world where food in restaurants is served flying through the air rather than on plates. It's not chaos or mayhem, but let's just say the presentation might be a bit lacking. Or at least that's how it was in my excessively short dream from last night. When I woke up I pledged to remember everything because it was all just so wrong, but sadly, I can only remember the odd 70's plastic-y

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1158572484982026882006-09-18T02:22:00.000-07:002006-09-18T02:41:25.026-07:00

Farewell parties are a fun, if not slightly drunken, affair. They also signal that there is not much time left in which one can attempt to get their shit together before all of that time runs out and leaving is upon them. It's like Tom Bombadil went and sped up time, just to spite me. Or it was a swift kick in the ass, but nonetheless, there appears to be no time left for a little bit of

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Yesterday as I sat around a friend's place while he painted, I commented, rather jokingly, that it would cost me hundreds of euros to actually get out of this country. And I wasn't even talking about the plane ticket.For the entirety of the sunny part of today, while I snuffled and sniffled, I dialed phone number after phone number. "Yes, please, I'd just like to close my account before I fly

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1158259183384946152006-09-12T07:35:00.000-07:002006-09-14T11:39:43.406-07:00

I spent the majority of the past day of my life watching Gordon Ramsay swear at people in his kitchen on The F Word, some UK TV show that I, for some reason, found endlessly amusing. Some recipes and menus that he put together for the customers in the restaurant were insanely odd couplings. And he bred his very own turkeys for the Christmas dinner that was served. For Series 2 he got his very

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1157911388641503862006-09-10T10:55:00.000-07:002006-09-12T10:00:16.893-07:00

It's astounding how much like anise a flower can smell. Those plants are just plain gorgeous, as well.It's impressive the amount of frustration someone working at Starbuck's can muster over customers not paying 5 bucks for a cup of coffee. I'm not entirely sure how I got there exactly, but I suspect from my browser history that it had something to do with one of Smitten Kitchen's sidebar links.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1157754568966305882006-09-08T14:58:00.000-07:002006-09-08T15:29:29.096-07:00

Very nearly four years ago, I moved my 2 suitcases and 2 rather small boxes from a fully furnished in old-lady-antique-style place across town into my (then) rather empty and echo-y new apartment. Tall ceilings and wooden floors throughout, a bathtub and meager lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling were just about the only extras I had. Two days later, a mattress arrived, courtesy of some burly

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Round about two years back, I bought a harness lead for my kitten. At the time she was about the size of my palm or so, so she didn't really take to wearing an humongous harness around her shoulders. Gnashing of her teeth, biting of my knuckles, and clawing of my hands ensued. It only took about thirty minutes to get the thing on for the first time, and it took about thirty seconds for her to

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1157551732022393872006-09-06T09:19:00.000-07:002006-09-07T10:57:16.533-07:00

Imagine a square room with brick walls. Imagine running head first into every wall over and over again. This is, in effect, how easy it has been to secure myself a job.It started out looking promising. May and June were the months where everyone I talked to seemed to be dangling a carrot in front of my face and moving it ever so quickly towards one of those brick walls.In June a company asked

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1157549148571315652006-09-06T06:14:00.000-07:002006-09-06T06:44:01.086-07:00

Main Entry: 1 clos·etPronunciation: 'klä-z&t, 'klo-Function: nounEtymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French closett, diminutive of clos enclosure1 a : an apartment or small room for privacy b : a monarch's or official's private chamber2 : a cabinet or recess for especially china, household utensils, or clothing3 : a place of retreat or privacy4 : WATER CLOSET5 : a state or condition of secrecy,

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I abhor looking for jobs. But I'll come back to that.May and most of June were a snore. I spent days putting together my resume and then a few more days rewriting it completely. I sent it out to various different companies, receiving a few bites here and there. I had phone interviews and an on site interview in the UK. I went out with friends and commiserated with them about the unemployment

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Thursday, I went to work and upon being let into the office by a burly man in a black suit, was handed a closure notice. I am now in the ranks of the unemployed. Ironic, considering my last post.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1146610113902491392006-05-02T14:43:00.000-07:002006-05-02T15:48:33.920-07:00

I keep re-writing this post. I've been writing a new post on my blog for months now. I start, and then I just stop. I get going, I write something of less than any kind of meaning and then I delete it. I throw words into the grinder and work it over for a few minutes, and then I find it less than appealing. I keep starting from scratch. So many parallels that can be drawn from every failed

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1138913396934632612006-02-02T12:49:00.000-08:002006-02-02T12:49:56.936-08:00

I'm 29 today. So tell me, does life really only start for me in a year?

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1138913285738508422006-02-02T12:30:00.000-08:002006-02-02T12:48:25.330-08:00

I seem to often forget that I'm highly accident prone. I'm the girl that will always knock over a glass of wine. It doesn't matter on which surface you put it. It will be knocked over. By me. And I'll clean it up, certainly. I consider it a miracle when I don't break the accompanying glass. I hate that part of the clean up, considering broken glass and I aren't the best of friends after a

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1138331661902254872006-01-26T19:01:00.000-08:002006-01-26T19:16:51.013-08:00

There has been a number of times where peple have asked me about things in my life of which they know nothing about. And that's fair game, right? They can ask. But who says I must tell? I spend most of my life with a lot of people, all of whom know very little about me besides the fact that I spend a bit of time outside of work having drinks with them. And I do so willingly because, quite

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1137709934493207882006-01-19T14:28:00.000-08:002006-01-19T14:32:14.506-08:00

I took a strand of ribbon and bundled it into a ball and then tossed it across my living room floor when I got home tonight. My little cat trounced after it like it was Christmas morning. She even brought it back to me to toss across the room for her again. My cat plays fetch. Well, she did that one time. And since then, she's been walking around the place with a ball of ribbon hanging out

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1137181741195982452006-01-13T11:44:00.000-08:002006-01-13T11:49:01.206-08:00

Last night I dreamt it was my birthday.I'm convinced that my premonition of receiving gifts today is well-founded and based on good ESP mojo.Or it was a sign that I slept more than 3 hours without interruption.Place your bets on the first one, it's way more likely to be true.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1136945977630683492006-01-10T16:57:00.000-08:002006-01-10T18:19:37.643-08:00

There was snow on the ground a couple of days ago. It was more like frozen ice, but on the surface it looked like snow for a little bit. Thankfully it's supposed to be just above freezing for the next couple of days. Which means it's going to be melting very soon. Melting and dirty. It makes me want to think of warmer climes and happier times. Like that small getaway vacation to Budapest

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040147565483786342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746092.post-1136317505954398942006-01-03T11:43:00.000-08:002006-01-03T11:45:05.956-08:00

I still can't find my skin here, but I think I might be molting.Happy New Year!

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