{"id":411,"date":"2005-08-07T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-08T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=396"},"modified":"2005-08-07T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-08T06:00:00","slug":"but-im-not-going-to-orlando","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=411","title":{"rendered":"but i’m not going to orlando."},"content":{"rendered":"

We meet again!<\/p>\n

Since my market research survey the other day, I’ve been pondering. Because I don’t watch TV or read the news, my exposure to advertising is extremely limited. I read the occasional magazine and Citypages, listen to local radio when my iPod battery dies, and am sometimes early enough to a movie to see that annoying shit they show before the previews begin. Does it bother advertisers that there’s a small, nearly-unreachable portion of the population? An untapped source of discretionary income? Hmm.<\/p>\n

On the other hand, it’s not like my lack of exposure to marketing mitigates my shopping. Hmmmm.<\/p>\n

Anyway! This weekend, I partook in activities that have left me bruised and sore. I spent half of Saturday installing roof rafters on a porch. I’m still washing sawdust out of my hair, which has gone back to its sunbleached yellow color again. I’m ’bout to give up on having red hair in the summer. However, I do have the awesomest farmer tan.<\/p>\n

I offered to help Jane install her deck, because I am a MASTER CRAFTS(WO)MAN. Hahaha. I showed her photos of my arbor, because that’s like my woodworking resume. She’s talking about renting hardcore power tools for the project. HOT.<\/p>\n

I know this is perhaps too risque to discuss here, but yesterday we went bowling<\/i>. Calm down. Because my neck still bothers me on a regular basis (making my right arm weak), and I was worried about what the porch-building and such had done to it, I chose the lightest bowling ball I could find. It was 8lbs, and because it was a ball for kids and pussies, it had tiny finger-holes in it. Well, I did pretty well at first. I got some strikes and spares and that one where the ball magically goes around the back and knocks down all the pins except the front one, which I’m sure there’s some stupid bowling-related term for, but I’m too lazy to investigate. Anyway! I started to notice that the knobby joint on my thumb would kind of stick if I wasn’t careful.<\/p>\n

Since I’m not careful at all, it did<\/i> stick shortly after that discovery. The last I saw of the ball, it was bouncing on the center barrier and heading eastward. I covered my face and made a run for it. I hid under the scoring table, laughing so hard I was crying. In the excitement, we didn’t see where the ball went, so I ran over and asked the people 2 lanes down if I had managed to knock down any of their pins. I noticed the girl in that lane was using my ball to bowl with, but that was fine because I didn’t really want it anymore. She said not to worry, because she had thrown the ball backwards twice herself. Awesome.<\/p>\n

And! The best part of all of that is that with the weird maneuver I made while launching the ball from my thumb, I managed to pull a muscle in my ass.<\/p>\n

Obviously, I am way hot.<\/p>\n

My text messaging on my phone was broken for the last couple weeks. I could receive messages, but not send them. People would txt me and I’d call them back, which is like the lamest use of technology ever. But calling T-Mobile is somewhat of an ordeal, and requires a time commitment of at least 6 hours or so.<\/p>\n

I finally gave in and called this morning. Tech support guy directed me to my message center number, which I found was actually set to Google and not T-Mobile. I’m a huge fan of Google SMS, but it’s kinda weird I was able to reset that number without really noticing.<\/p>\n

Yesterday I wondered:<\/p>\n

Why does the Uptown Art Fair suck more and more every year? The shlock ratio is going up exponentially.<\/p>\n

Does wood glue wash out of linen pants?<\/p>\n

Why do my cats eat 10 times their normal amount of food while I’m out of town? Is this a nervous disorder?<\/p>\n

Do I know that person??<\/i> (This one reoccurred about 50 times.)<\/p>\n

Why am I only on day 6 of my travel journal???<\/i><\/p>\n

Then I beat myself soundly with a stick and got back to work on it. I’m almost finished!<\/p>\n

OK, lunchtime is over. I’ll go write finance calculations now. Not hot.
Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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