July 31, 2007

Res Ipsa Loquitur.

Posted in Present, The Gnomes, The WTF at 1:27 pm by Dagny Taggart

(1) That annoying battery light is still blinking at me orange-ly even though I followed the directions on the Dell website.  I’m ignoring it, though some part of me is slightly concerned that I will get home and find a small heap of dust where my laptop used to be.

(2) My cell phone is refusing to send text messages unless I perform a series of yoga-like moves designed to position it where it receives 4 full bars of 1X signal, because apparently EV just will not do.  Do not ask me what the difference between these two things might be. 

(3) My alarm clock recently stopped beeping at the appointed time, causing me to move the iHome to my room to serve the wake-Dagny-up-at-4:30am function. 

(4) My digital cable signal has intermittently stopped working on random channels at random intervals, though I have done nothing to provoke it.

(5) My aged stereo will no longer play a CD of any kind, or even acknowledge the presence of a disc at all. 

(6) Just before I left for the beach, I got a haircut, which removed the last traces of red, leaving behind my natural color.  While at the beach, the sun worked some magic and lightened it a bit more.

Coincidence, I’m sure.

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July 26, 2007

Sweetheart

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:26 am by Dagny Taggart

I love this movie, and not just because I’m more than a little gay for Claire Danes.  Some further discussion of the movie to follow – if you haven’t seen it, you might want to, before reading.

About a year ago, I started dating someone who seemed fantastic, at first.  I was swept off my feet – this funny, smart, talented and attractive guy was all about me.  All about spending time with me, meeting my friends, introducing me to his.  We became nearly inseparable.

And while I’ve discovered, since, that inseparable might not be the kind of relationship I want, I think that it can and does work for some couples.  I was willing to give it a shot at the time, anyway.

Along with this closeness, though, came certain expectations.  I was expected to keep him abreast of my plans for the day, and expected to let him know the second things changed.  He wanted to know who I talked to that day, wondered why someone might have escaped mention if a call or email came to light later on.  I don’t know why I didn’t see this for what it was at the time, but my red flag radar was faulty.  What I do remember, was that I had resented it.  Not just the Torquemada-esque questions, but the notion that he had a right to this information.

It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want him to know things, or that I had something to hide.  For one thing, it started to feel more like a business obligation than a conversation with someone who cared about my life.  For another, he hadn’t earned it yet.  We hadn’t earned it – we hadn’t put the time in to get to that point, where we shared everything.  It was simply too soon, and I resented it.

I think sometimes, if you share too much too quickly, it sets up these kinds of unrealistic expectations – a need for the security of a much more serious relationship than is actually called for at that point in time.  It makes the temptation to test boundaries that much harder to resist – to “call him sweetheart, and see what he does.”

Looking back, it’s hard to say how differently things would have gone, had I been more insistent on taking things slower.  But when people have different ways of measuring the seriousness of the relationship – different kinds of distance markers – maybe it’s up to them to keep the pace comfortable for themselves, rather than expecting the other person to catch up to where they are – and to be patient if catching up needs to be done.

Of course we know how good I am with patience, so there is that.

July 24, 2007

Proof

Posted in nutella, The Happy, the pretty at 8:47 am by Dagny Taggart

That G-d exists. 

Someone told me that somewhere in Philly, there is an ELEVEN POUND JAR of Nutella available.  I’ll be back as soon as the sugar coma wears off.

ELEVEN.

POUNDS.

*plotz*

How long do you think one has to exercise to work off eleven pounds of Nutella?  Let’s see…

Yep.  Roughly 27,000 calories.

Maybe I should just RUN to Philly and back.

July 23, 2007

A Losing Battle.

Posted in Present, The Funny, The Gnomes, The WTF at 8:51 am by Dagny Taggart

I need to contact my leasing office.  I think I have a gnome infestation.

I don’t know how else to explain the constant chaos that is my residence.  At one point, I’m fairly certain it was neat.  My clothes were hung up neatly, put away in the proper drawers.  My laundry baskets were empty, and stored in the closet until needed.  Dishes?  Clean, dry, in the cupboard.  I dusted, vaccuumed, cleaned the bathroom and kitchen weekly.

But now, it seems that if I leave something out of place at night, it’s doubly chaotic by the next morning.  My piles are multiplying, morphing into messy stacks.  Dishes are still clean, but now sit on the counter instead of in the cabinet.  Since I live alone, I am left to surmise the worst.  Gnomes.  Maybe even brownies.   I kind of wonder if they were left by the Mormon missionaries who stopped by, as punishment for my ever-expanding list of sins.

I tidied for several hours on Sunday, yet my room this morning resembles the aftermath of a visit from The Cat in the Hat.  Since this cannot possibly be my responsibility, or a sign that I might want to stay in every once in a while, I blame the gnomes.  Fortunately, since I do my laundry elsewhere, they haven’t yet made off with my socks, but I suspect it’s only a matter of time. 

I wonder how my superiors would react to a request for leave “for the purpose of gnome extermination”.

July 11, 2007

Guess what I’m doing…

Posted in Present, The Happy, the pretty, The Where at 8:16 am by Dagny Taggart

I’m just going to pretend that it’s Memorial Day weekend.  Except I’ll be roughly 200 yards from the Atlantic for six days. 

See, I was going to try to deal with some classes I’m supposed to take for the Jersey bar, but I waited too long and they were all full.  So now, I just have 6! Whole! Days! to laze about.  Or I would, if I didn’t have some very cool people to try to hang out with, up in the land of milk and honey. 

While I’d really like to keep a certain someone from coming along, I think I’m actually better off packing my Metatron (thanks, I-66!) in my tote and letting it out for brief periods.  But what I really can’t wait to do (and this is where some of you will think I’m crazy) is go for a long run, just before the sun comes up, and see if Karma can keep up with me.  If so, I’m sure there will be plenty o’ fodder for future writing!

If I can, I’ll post.  If I manage to get through the stack of DVD’s and books I’ve been wanting to see/read, I might even write some of that thing I talked about way back in the day.  But the first priority is sleep.  Then increased melanin production.  Then, going here to get a chocolate and raspberry combo.  And then?  Whatever I feel like I wanna do. Gosh!

And that’s the beauty of a vacation that’s slightly more than just a long weekend.  Hope you all have fun and exciting things planned!