September 8
 

things about me I didn't share on the aboutme page:

1.) This is embarrassing:  I really like the Britany Spears "baby one more time" song.  I mean, I REALLY like it.  If I hear it when I'm in the car & stopped at a red light, I will actually roll up my window so no one will hear me singing along.
2.)  I hate answering the phone.
3.)  I got  an 800 on the verbal section of the SATs.  Woo woo.  Look how far that's gotten me in life.
4.)  There are foods I steadfastly refuse to eat:  bananas, eggs, veal, lamb.
5.)  I met Nick on the internet.  It's just exactly as geeky as it sounds.
6.)  I eat practically the same thing for lunch every week day:  salad, water & a bagel.
7.)  I don't care that they're an evil empire, I love Starbuck's coffee.  We have a coffee place here in New Haven, Willoughby's.  A Starbucks was erected down the street from one of their stores.  Nuts to local industry, I hope that Starbucks PUTS THEM OUT OF BUSINESS, what with their snarling coffee slaves who snigger under their breath at what you order, and then stand around and complain that the tip jar is empty.  Hmmm. I wonder why.  Walk down the block to Starbucks, and you'll get a cup of coffee that's not bitter as shit and the people who serve it to you are just as polite as a Starbucks droid should be.  Ask me what happened to the last coffee place with workers who were rude to me.
8.)  I was born on New Years day.  I was not the first or the last to be born.
9.)  I adore perfume.  I wear Coco or boucheron or chanel #5.  I rarely wear makeup, but will not leave the house without perfume.  Im also fond of cologne on guys, but only certain kinds.  I am aware that some guys cant pull it off, and that's okay by me.  I also believe that most people smell pretty good on their own.
10.)  A perfect day for me would be spent on Ocracoke Island, at the beach, then showering and heading out to dinner and a live show, drinking beer & dancing under the stars.
11.)  I don't much like science fiction:  books or movies.  The Matrix was an exception, as was Star Wars, obviously.
12.)  Flannel is the only material there is for sheets.  Likewise cotton for shirts.  Silk, if I'm feeling saucy.  I will not wear shirts that are a blend of fabrics.  Skirts are a different story all together.
13.)  I bought and wore out my first pair of blue jeans in over 12 years in 1999.  I put a kibosh on myself in jeans for a long time, for some reason. I was probably too *dark* and *brooding* and *deep* to wear jeans.  Now, I simply don't give a shit.
14.)  I am mortally terrified to fly.  This might impede my desire to get to Japan to buy more funny products.
15.)  I would love to watch surgery.  That's why I try and see autopsies.  I don't know what part of my psyche that talks to, but it's all fascinating to me.
16.)  I don't plan on dying.  I don't plan on letting you die, either.
17.)  I'm non competitive, and because of that, would probably really suck at team sports.  I don't believe in races or crap like that as a measure of who's better than who.  I guess the same would go for tests.  I don't think that tests are an indication of anything in particular except for the ability to take tests.
18.)  Most people take themselves way too seriously.  I don't think I take myself seriously enough.
19.)  After a The Great Hair Tragedy of 1998, my hair is finally at a normal length. I am only letting it grow because I am hair challenged.  I do not play well with hair.  I can have it up or down with nothing in between.  I am envious of people with hair in a STYLE.  I mean, I have a hairdresser, but Im unwilling to commit the time and the effort to make it look the way it looks when I come from his able hands.
20.)  If I had to choose between a shiny new BMW sports car and a shiny new Volvo cross-country wagon, I would definitely take the Volvo.  It's all about hauling space.  (and me being a dork)
 

T SHIRT I SAW TODAY:

ANSWER TO THE Y2K PROBLEM:

JESUS.

I feel definitely much better and very relieved having seen that.   I was super concerned about my finances and computers and water. Glad it's being taken care of.  I'll bet you're happier, too.  At ease!
 

YESTERDAY'S POLL:

I got all the way through the damn thing and submitted it.  I was informed that by my use of the word HELL in one of my answers I was violating their anti profanity rule.  I went back and changed it.  Submitted it again, everything's fine. Then I realized, the question says SHIT.  Hell in the answer=bad.  Shit in the question=okay?  I don't really think I understand.  It was pointed out to me that perhaps the wizard is keyed (programmed, I guess) to pick up and look for certain words in certain parts of the command string (huh?). I think that i ought to test that theory by writing my next poll the filthiest language I can summons up from the inner recesses of my being.  Then make the answers very, very gentle.  I mean, I have a slight degree of a potty mouth. I use it depending on who I'm talking to and where I am.  Obviously, Im not going to launch into a cursing fit in a hospital corridor (though, I have heard it happen, and it wouldn't be the first or last time).

Oh, Crap.

Im obsessed with my site meter.  I should never have added it.  Now, I can see where you're all coming from (most of you are my friends, thank you for your support), I just don't understand why you wont send me any email.  There are places I have never, and i mean NEVER heard of.  If you've found me through Open Pages, excellent!  Im glad you've stayed to read.  In any case, please send me feedback email.  I've decided that the first person who sends me unsolicited fan mail gets a prize.  (I didn't say I wouldn't bribe for readers...)  I don't know yet what the prize IS, but definitely, there will be a prize in there for you, my friend.  This obviously doesn't pertain to Nick (because being married to me is prize enough), or any people I see or speak to on a daily basis.  God.  If i hit 100 on the meter, I'll probably have a breakdown.  I'll have to throw a party for myself.  I'll have t shirts made.  "bobofett.com gets 100 hits!".  There'll be a block party.  And the person who makes that 100th hit, well, they'll be the guest of honor.  The guest of honor will win a sleep over at La Casa Di Nick & Dana, in the guest room of fun.  If they're really lucky, an unfriendly dog might deign to pop up into the bed and spend some quality time with their butt shoved in the lucky winner's face.  Ahh.  Now *thats* luxury!

Tales of Bally's:

I took a strange, new and unusual class today: B FIT ATHLETICS. I thought it would be just another WEIGHT LIFTING FOR CHICKS. I was sort of hoping for a weight training class. That was not to be. It was an aerobics class, high impact for 45 minutes. It was great, but negated the need for me to attend the next class: step aerobics. Standing in front of me was a woman. She was clad entirely in grey. Spandex pants (I didnt check for cameltoe, thanks for asking!) grey socks and a grey t shirt. What was unusual about this woman was that she was really fat. And whereas it's NOT unusual to find a fat person at the gym, it IS unusual to find a fat person at the gym wearing a shirt with a drawing of a Connecticut license plate with the words "BIG BUTT" emblazoned across the middle of the plate. I giggled every time I looked up. I may have the ability to laugh at myself with the best of them, but there's no way in hell you'd get me to wear a shirt that said BIG BUTT on it. Like I dont have enough shirt troubles of my own. For example, on vacation I purchased a shirt which reads: (front) TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING...(back) IS A GOOD THING. I wore said shirt to meet with Gil, the trainer. I walked over to him, he read the shirt and said "ohh...is that what you are?" I was momentarily STRUCK DUMB, which doesnt happen often. I had never thought of it that way. So, in that little way, I was wearing my own BIG BUTT t shirt.

Temp Sighting:

Today. 5:01pm, I was walking to the parking lot, she was walking god knows where. She greeted me as you would a long lost best friend. I inquired politely about her new assignment. "Pediatric Endocrinology" she said "it's allright, but I liked working with you better!"

Im so charming, I slay myself.

i thought that i was engaging, dazzling & witty today. perhaps i'm wrong & did a better job of it yesterday. they're written for a reason. take the poll. this one is worse than the last. 6 people so far. bah. i voted twice. home is the only place i'm not driven mad by your constant influx of stupidity. take me there, anon!

bring me to tomorrow, i need to know more about you, Dana.