If you want a driver, climb inside

1. Yourself: ( Collapse )

Not true. I have a very slight Chicago accent. My family out west can hear it, though it's probably not as strong as it used to be.

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The West Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech. Unless you're a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta.
The Midland
Boston
North Central
The Inland North
Philadelphia
The South
The Northeast
What American accent do you have? Take More Quizzes

You people are far more interesting than my whining. So I have a question: What do you want to say that you haven't? Not to me, though I guess that's a possibility. But in general, I know there are things I've been carrying around for a day or for years that I want to say but won't. Because I'm scared to, because it's not worth it, because I'd only be doing it for myself and it wouldn't actually be a good thing for anyone else . . . you get the idea.

I'm allowing anonymous posting and turning off IP tracking, though you're more than welcome to sign your comments. Have at!

I'm just reposting what I put up on Friendster. I am not going to get back into the discussion on everyone's favorite community right now, but in case you've been hearing about this, ( Collapse )

Oh, and for those of you who were wondering about the results of urban golf (you know you all were), please refer to this music video, edited by my pal Peter.

Once again my friends are awesome, and once again, I'll have to work while they're being awesome. But check out CUDGEL and go play Urban Golf this Saturday, because I can't.

I have stupid webmail at work. I've tried to avoid the webmail issues by using Thunderbird, but since it's still routed through the webmail servers, I still get screwed sometimes. I have a 1M mailbox (gmail has spoiled me), which is currently full. I like to imagine it as an inbox on my desk, piled with crap so high that the stack towers over my monitor. Except that the email version of this inbox not only freaks out when I try to put something else in it, but also when I try to take something out. It won't let me get new mail because my disk is full. It also won't let me delete old mail because my disk is full.

This morning I ran into a friendly acquaintance on the bus (as opposed to the kind that inspire you to hide like you're in 8th grade). We met at a party and see each other sometimes on the way to work or at the grocery store. We were having a nice chat, as we generally do, when we reached the redline stop. I was running a bit late, as per usual, so when I reached the top of the stairs and saw the train sitting with its doors open, I rushed for it. I was very surprised to see that there was no one in it. I briefly wondered if I was really that late, then heard the woman I had walked up with say "you're going north?" I spun around and tried to stop the doors, but just ended up with my hand caught in between, waving futilely as we pulled away.

From my dear friend itwillbespring, who's moving to the Bay area this fall: ( Collapse )

That's it, I'm getting a bubble and staying in it