Good... And Good for You

for christmas, my grandfather bought me a palm pilot. it's very cool. it seems to have been created for very busy and important people. i must endeavor to necessitate such a gift.

i never dreamt these words would stream from my finger tips... i am having a love affair with william shatner. would that i could be mrs. captain kirk.

in my continuing quest for self awareness, i found great solace today on google with my fellow kat/kathryns. we are a wonderfully diverse crowd. good group. however, i have found that the following image represents me the most...

santa and mrs. claus were in front of me in line at little caesar's. pizza pizza. i was, of course, on my best behavior. the children in line behind me were not. so, like, how does that happen?

i am having my first negative experience with amazon.com. i ordered "lost" season 2 a month ago and, sadly, have yet to receive it. i've emailed the person twice in vain. but i figure i'll email him once more, and then email amazon and get my money back. i'm not too worried about it. i'm way more worried about the seller bjc616. up through the end of november his ratings were through the roof. "received as promised" said rachel. "no problems, fast ship" said jmr718nyc. "a great family film" said the new york times. ahem. not until last week did he get such reviews as " item was ordered on nov 14th. as of dec 8th it still has not arrived and four email requests for an update have been unanswered. this seller should no longer be able to advertise. complete waste of time" from suzanne r. i think something happened. something horrible. maybe over thanksgiving. and it angers me that bjc616 has been kidnapped or killed or som...

heard: "the one, well, the only lesson i've ever learned about writing was if your story isn't working, get rid of the part you love the most, or the part you started writing the story for and everything will fall into place." (totally paraphrased, by the way) i'm not going to tell you where i heard the above, because it's too embarassing. let's just pretend i heard it somewhere credible. in any case, it made me look up from what i was doing and go, "....hu." not because i fancy myself a writer. when i'd have to write stories in school, they'd usually ended with one of the characters waking up and realizing it was all a dream . but, well, for example, i have to have that mentality at work pretty consistently. not with the payroll, or the general lackeying, but with my actual designing stuff. i tend to start out with an idea i'm really excited (dare i say "jazzed") about and then somewhere around the middle i get blocked. se...

k. so i have this thing. this pretty neurotic thing where something completely mundane happens and instead of going about my day in peace, my mind starts concocting these "sure that was boring, but what if i'd put my foot in my mouth... oh my gosh what if i'd done that? what if i'd put my foot in my mouth? i would have died !... [starting to hyperventillate] i can't believe i came so close to putting my foot in my mouth! i'm such a freak ! " scenarios and i lose my grip on reality and become an emotional wreck. an example: a few weeks ago one of my favorite people whom (i'm trying to understand the difference between "who" nad "whom" for a writing class i'm attempting to take. it's very confusing and i'm not sure i used "whom" correctly just now) i used to work with came in to say hi. it was great. i asked about his girlfriend and his new job and waited patiently for a lull in the conversation so i could ask ...

i shall say this once and i shall say it loud... " rocky 6 " is coming soon to a theater near you. i know, people. that, in and of itself is exciting, but that's not all. so hold on to your hats. if you're not wearing a hat, then... i don't know... hold on to your head. because "rocky 6" will be in theaters in 16 days. was a more beautiful sentence ever written? this fills me with glee. with a sense of hope and optimism. and, dare i say it? with the eye of the tiger.

the moral of this morning's episode of "a different world": one shouldn't try and stretch oneself too thin... or one will pass out on the floor of "the pit". dwayne wayneism of the morning: "this is your body's way of telling you to CHILL!"

last night at family dinner, after regailing my parents and grandmother with an anecdote about watching "the little mermaid" for the first time in about 5+ years and being surprised to find all of the song lyrics and dialogue of said movie stored in my head. taking up space. sitting and waiting, for what i don't know. and also how it's my firm belief that every girl in my age range has found herself at some point in her life in a swimming pool trying to imitate ariel's dramatic hair flippy moment. ahem. this naturally led to a family remembrance of a dance performance circa 1991ish of "the little mermaid". after a careful auditioning process, my older sister carolyn was given the lead. and she was adorable as ariel. she had to dye her hair bright red and prance around the stage in florescent green tights, and still she was lovely. i was also given a role. the role of "atina", one of ariel's sisters. i was excited, i'm not going to lie t...

had the following conversation with my mom last night... mom: "so what did you do today?" me: "went to work, finished a painting, went visiting teaching, went running, and now i'm making a salad." "well, aren't you a little doobie!" "... what did you call me?" "a doobie" "... hu... well you're quite the little joint yourself." "what?" "what?" "when i was a little girl i used to watch a tv show and the lady on it would call the kids 'little dewbees' because they were doing so much." "... oh. " "what do you think a doobie is?" "...hehehe... um... that."