Vacation and Brain Rot.

I usually have problems letting go of work... but the last few vacations I've had were such a relief from the huge amount of stress I was dealing with at work that my brain would just sort of turn into goo and I'd forget all my system logon passwords (I usually have 7-12 for e-mail, network, various SAP systems). Now I've learned to just keep a notepad file containing all of these little tidbits of information handy so that I only need to remember my network logon for my laptop. Let the brain rot begin.

The Ringer (a.k.a. The Worst Movie of 2005)

Oh Johnny Knoxville... all I can say is... why?

Love=Sadness?

A (sort-of) friend said that romance and sadness "walk together." So here are some depressingly romantic lyrics from the mix I'm listening to right now...

Barely Here by Claude Bareau & his Orchestra featuring Bonnie Bailey

Never really said goodbye...
Sort of faded like a sad dream into the moonrise.
Slipping away... fading out of sight.
Nothing but my shadow to be with me tonight.

Barely here,
Your voice, your eyes, your hands...
Only memories and tears.

Barely here,
Further away tomorrow,
Miss you, wish you were near.

Suppose I will let go in time...
At least I got to feel love
once in my life.

To sleep the sweetest sleep in your arms...
How will I accept it?
This time you're really gone.

Barely here...
Your voice, your eyes, your hands...
only memories and tears.

Barely here...
Further away tomorrow,
Miss you, wish you were near.

Barely here...
Your voice, your eyes, your hands...
only memories and tears.

Barely here...
Further away tomorrow,
Miss you, wish you were near...

That Christmas-y Feeling

I just can't seem to get into the spirit of the holidays... not a humbug or depression thing, but I'm just not sure what's up. The weather isn't helping, though it's quite beautiful. The other day, I went to Fashion Island for some shopping at lunchtime. Walking around trying to find the damn Sharper Image store (don't ask), I actually started sweating. It's December, isn't it? I think I need to go find some snow, contrary to the previous blog. Even SF/Oakland last week felt more... Christmas-y.

Me and Judd Nelson

So now I've had a little Hollywood moment. I was standing in the Book Soup on Sunset Boulevard, chuckling at the book about pirates I was about to buy and Judd Nelson brushes by me. He politely says, "Oh, sorry." He winds up in line in front of me at the register... I'm still reading my pirate book (it's damn funny). He has a pile of perhaps 15 books, including a book written from the point of view of a cat... even though he says to the clerk, "... but really I'm a dog person."

The end.

I love LA.

2 weeks until Christmas and it's 70 degrees F. Seems kind of wrong to be wearing mini skirts and flip flops in the wintertime... oh well.