Nebraska lost. Badly.

*NSYNC will have cameos in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones.

This day is not going well, so far.

OK, I kind of fixed it. Now I'm dead sick of being online. Seeya.

Oh CRAP! I made all these beautiful changes, everything looked awesome, and then as soon as I posted the latest entry, everything went away!!!! (sob) I managed to make all those crappy half-assed changes before, now whenever I change anything it doesn't work. It...is...so...unfair. (sad face)

Finally learned how to undo the damage I caused by trying to puzzle out stylesheets a couple months ago. The blog looks nicer now, don't you think?

Got a few things accomplished in preparation for the move. Called the utilities so they can start billing me. Changed my address with my plethora of magazine subscriptions, put in a forwarding order at the post office, mailed my Xmas thank-you notes, deposited my unemployment check, even packed a couple of boxes. Ah, productivity.

Nebraska game tonight, it will be hectic at the house I think. Those rocker boys sure do love their football. Though I am not a football person, by any means, I am trying to get semi-excited about this game since it's so fun to see the guys jump up and down every time "we" get a touchdown. Plus roommate Kent is bringing us food, so it's all good.

Moving day set for Saturday, hopefully all will go well...

oops, accidental duplicate post!

Happy New Year! 2002--whoooooooo! Yeah! Well, it hasn't happened here yet, I'm just getting warmed up. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I'm not doing anything at all special tonight. I certainly didn't want to stand in Times Square since noon today to get a decent place to see the ball drop, and I'm equally uninterested in packing into a smoky bar with several hundred strangers, a band I can't see, and a $20 cover charge. I was going to go on a Brooklyn Bridge walking tour, which sounded really neat until I got outside and discovered how fawking cold it is outside. There are few things for which I am willing to freeze off my extremities, and new years 2K2, unfortunately, is not one of them. So, I will probably hang out in my (warm) home, with a (warm) cup of tea, and watch all the freezing idiots uptown on telly. There was a time in my life when I wasn't so practical and boring, honest...

Good news! I went to visit my (still empty) apartment today and -- ta daaa! -- I have a BRAND NEW stove and fridge! The apartment looks and feels a thousand times better just because of that. I put in a shower curtain and one of those thingys that you hang over your shower head and holds your shampoo and whatnot. For some reason, I always want to have the bathroom sort of usable before I do anything else. One of those wacky character traits they'll no doubt mention in my obit one day.

I haven't moved quite yet because my roommate's van is in the shop until Thursday. I am kind of bummed because I wanted to be out of here by the first, but on the other hand I haven't even begun to pack, so I can use the extra time. The move should be relatively painless because I don't have much stuff--I just hate the packing bit. In less good apartment news, I saw a roach in the hallway outside my apartment, so I know the building has bugs, as I suspected. Still, the place doesn't seem completely infested, and my place is certainly clean NOW, so hopefully I can keep it that way. Those out there who know me well might know I'm particularly squeamish abourt roaches, but my place is so darn cute I am determined to fight them off by any means necessary.

And, because I can hardly go a day without mentioning Harry Potter, I finished my re-read of "The Prizoner of Azkaban" yesterday, and impulsively purchased the same on CD. Several friends had mentioned that one of the best ways to experience HP is by hearing Jim Dale's fab unabridged recordings, and so far they seem to be right. I'm not sure why I purchased an audio book that I just finished reading , except that "Goblet of Fire"'s 16 CDs was a bit overwhelming. Oh well, it's not like I have no income or anything. Wait, I don't. Uh... Anyway! I realized in the second reading of the series, that my original LEAST favorite of the books, "Chamber of Secrets," has emerged as my favorite of them all, by a nose. I love the twists and turns of "Azkaban", and the epic adventures of "Goblet", but "Chamber" is clearly the most important, in terms of themes and characters that will continue through the series. Those of you who haven't read it yet -- you are so missing out. Try the Jim Dale audio version on tape or CD, if nothing else.

Ok, time to go find a way to celebrate! Happy aught-two!

Today's great quote from Film Threat :

"All [this film] needs is a dying gay man, a mystical Negro, a troubled undercover
cop, some British accents and a war and we'd have the entire decathalon of clichéd horse-shit."

--Ron Wells, in his review of "I Am Sam," starring Sean Penn as a mentally handicapped man raising an adorable moppet of normal intelligence

From the "I'm feeling really attractive today" file:

Can you get a cold sore on your nose? If so, I think I have one. Yes, I admit that since I was a very small child I have occasionally been the victim of the dreaded Herpes virus -- Not THAT kind of Herpes, you know, but of the two kinds it's the one you'd choose to have if you absolutely had to have one. So once every year or three if I'm stressed or not sleeping enough, I might get an ugly thing on my mouth that causes me to sit in the dark for a week and tell everyone I've died, because I'm just that vain. This invariably happens exactly three dates into a new relationship, particularly if things are looking to get good, if you know what I mean.

So! While I was in Nebraska last week, I was beset by constant sniffles and sneezing, particularly in the mornings, which required me to go through great volumes of Kleenex(tm), naturally making the old honker a bit tender. Upon my return to the East, the sneezing and sniffles immediately disappeared (I'm allergic to Nebraska??), but my nose remained a bright shade of pink. Then today I noticed a blooming sort of lumpy sore right on the end, and though it feels different than a dreaded cold sore, it looks pretty much the same, which really really really really sucks. Actually, I'd prefer this disfigurement on my nose rather than my mouth, come to think of it, but either way I am sullied! Defiled! Accursed!

So, if you need me, I’m sitting in the dark, dead. Call me in a week.