January 27th, 2003

little review

Lyrics for Monday

...because I am in a drippy, nostalgic mood. For a change. This too is Voyager-related verse to me, though I could easily apply it to...well, I am not getting that drippy in a public journal!

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Yay! The Bucs won! Not that I cared overmuch -- I don't hate these Raiders the way I hated the Raiders of yore, just as I can't work up any real animosity toward current-era Cowboys or Giants. We went to my very oldest friend's husband's annual Superbowl party, which he's been throwing since long before they met and married, so it's a combination of people he's known his entire life and more recent friends and neighbors and their kids. At any given moment there were only about 10 people watching the game, though there were probably more than 50 people in the house at the end of the first quarter. Almost everybody had left by halftime, though since my kids don't have school today -- some county teachers' meeting -- we stayed until sometime in the third quarter and apparently missed a good interception return on the drive home.

I've known Linda since first grade -- we met when we were the age my younger son is now. We barely had a chance to speak yesterday (in addition to having three kids and a party to host, she had just gotten back from Cancun after a very delayed flight) but I did get to talk to her father, whom I've known just as long. He was appalled by Shania Twain's outfit during the halftime show. I was amused that he was appalled, since I remember having similar conversations with him about Madonna when Linda and I were in high school. I also saw another friend from high school who also now has two children -- this is our annual get-together besides running into each other at the park and at the store.

The TrekWeb editor decided to demand that I produce my Jeff Combs interview by today, so I let my husband take our older son to a birthday party earlier yesterday and stayed home to edit and format. As is typical, I had a story idea literally buzzing around in my head the entire time I was working on that, and then I had a number of e-mails to answer and stories to feedback and calls to make before we left for the Superbowl party. I finally said the heck with it and wrote it down during the last few minutes of the game when I couldn't stand it anymore. Again I ask, how come I always get writer's block when I have time to write, but when I'm supposed to be doing two dozen other things, I'm compelled to write?

From the American Civil Liberties Union, the ACLU report on how Big Brother Is Watching...

Gacked from vertigo66, a must-read post on news headlines -- make sure you read the end...

From the Enneagram Institute, I am:

free enneagram test

Sevens are extroverted, optimistic, versatile, and spontaneous. Playful, high-spirited, and practical, they can also misapply their many talents, becoming over-extended, scattered, and undisciplined. They constantly seek new and exciting experiences, but can become distracted and exhausted by staying on the go. They typically have problems with impatience and impulsiveness. At their Best: they focus their talents on worthwhile goals, becoming appreciative, joyous, and satisfied.

Most of which is pretty damn true. Wow.

Icon in honor of cinzia, who will know why as soon as she sees it. I love you, fellow sap!