warning: this is me, starting to make up for my past three to four weeks of (relative) utter silence. which is to say warning: long-ass post ahead.

i am totally going to see margaret cho friday night. w00t.

i have to say that i’m pretty happy that mirapoint, the project, is finally done. “the mail project” was two years long, and mirapoint itself was basically exactly a year — they first pitched us in feb, 2004. now it’s down to general bugfixing, like the normal system. only it’s like maintaining a normal system without the headaches of trying to work on the replacement system at the same time. i mean, it’s like having only one job instead of two. imagine that!

i love web stats. they let me discover that thanks to my psycho ex-girlfriend sex doll blog post, wherein i blogged about a particularly scary sex doll that i found at a blog (via a third blog, because we bloggers just love being all cliquey and self-referential) about all kinds of adult-industry things including sex dolls, i am getting a bunch of traffic based on the search term sex doll. and, i mean, this sex doll really ought to turn one off the concept of sex dolls as a category, assuming one wasn’t already. it was a really fucking scary sex doll. i can’t imagine anyone wanting to have sex with that sex doll. yes, the entire point of this post has been to amuse myself by attempting to get google to index me higher with the phrase sex doll. because i don’t get enough traffic to the blog about sex dolls! i mean, sex doll, sex doll, sex doll!!! (and secretly i’ve always been terribly jealous of blair’s lock on amputee porn. is it so wrong for me to want my own amputee porn moment, only with it being more of a sex doll moment? i certainly don’t think so. in fact, i think you should all blog about my sex doll moment as well so as to further my sex doll aims. it’s only neighborly, you know. besides, who doesn’t love to blog about sex dolls?)

apparently, during the course of this week, a Maroon reporter actually got ahold of our mirapoint sales rep’s personal cell phone number and called her about an article on cMail. i am vastly amused by this. i don’t care what was said or what gets written about in the article, i just like the idea of random people on campus stalking mirapoint. and yeah, there’s schadenfreude as well — you thought we were picky bastards; try talking to our users. muahahahaaa.

yesterday morning, i woke up from an incredibly vivid dream about standing in the back of a 50s-some-odd convertible which was pivoting on the edge of a thousands-of-feet-tall cliff, about to fall over. my grandmother was seated in the front, and my mom was to the left of the car, standing on the edge and looking down. the car was perfectly stable until at one point it suddenly got wobbly, and my mom had to jump in the back to stabilize it. i found the dream extremely disturbing, not in the least because after i woke up from it, i found that i was obsessed over my 2004 taxes and finances. i was in a pretty foul mood all day as i contemplated this — some sort of subconscious expression of the fear i currently have about my taxes and lack of money? — not even lunching with pirate dan cheered me up (in fact, through no fault of his own, he was irritating me because it seemed like every time i said something or tried to make a joke, he tore it down, which resulted in snappish, unpleasant sabrina. sorry, dan!). i resolved this situation by, after leaving work, going over to target to acquire tissue paper and starch — more on that in a second — and stopping by their little kiosk to fill out an application.

the target application process was pretty painless. it’s all done via text input into their little application process, which tells you that it will take between 20 and 60 minutes to complete. based on the fact that i was out of the store, including shopping for several items, in half an hour, i think i probably did it in about ten. i do wonder what they will make of my application when they compare my current hourly wage (approximately, since of course i’m salaried) and the “desired wage” (i picked the middle one, above minimum wage, which was something like $6.50 – $7.50/hour). oh well. all their positions are currently filled, but they will keep my application on file for a year. la la la. i can’t help but think that working at target might actually be an interesting change. work here has me so constantly stressed out that it would be nice to have a job that i didn’t have to take home with me. nobody in housewares would ask me to carry a pager. yeah, i’d have to deal with customers and customers, of course, suck, but … it’s a job that stops at the door. so. yeah. i could use the money, and i think i might not hate it. so, embarassing as it is, i hope they call me in for an interview.

(i should note, because after re-reading that i realize it’s not clear, that i’m thinking about getting a second job to supplement my income, for various reasons. i’m not thinking of ditching my full-time job for one that would pay less than half what i make now.)

anyways, tissue paper and starch. the other day, xtina made a note about this site, wherein one finds the directions to “Make a Temporary Stained-Glass Window from Tissue Paper,” by using liquid starch to glue bits of colored tissue paper to your windows. this struck me as a particularly appealing way to deal with my windows. for those of you who have never seen my apartment, i have one whole wall of windows, from about 30 inches on up to 14 feet. the windows are great… except that they look out across a little aisle and into my neighbor’s wall of windows. this was all right when that unit was unoccupied. but now that someone lives there, and my window-having room is my living room/bedroom (yay, studios!), it makes me feel a little bit weird, that someone could be looking in all the time. sure, i have blinds, but i hate miniblinds, and besides, the slant of the windows is such that i can either keep the neighbors out and let all the sun in (and turn it into a greenhouse; there were weekends this winter where i simply left my windows open all day), or keep the sun out and the neighbors in. so i decided that putting tissue-paper shades on my windows was perfect — shading the sun a little bit, keep the neighbors’ prying eyes from critiquing the art on my walls, and make it so that i don’t have to look into their windows all the time (which makes me feel slightly guilty even though i can’t help it). so, at target, i acquired tissue paper and liquid starch. the project was ridiculously easy. the starch, priced at $1.04, comes in an aerosol can and just sprays onto the glass as nice as you please. and i picked out some printed tissue paper, with colorful stripes on it, and just smoothed it on the window panes. it was disgustingly simple. took about two minutes per pane, and that only because the panes are larger than a single sheet of paper. it was so simple, in fact, that i’m thinking about going back to target and getting more colors of tissue paper, and redoing it all, with big blocks of color instead of the stripey stuff. i mean, i like my stripes, but, colors. yeah. maybe for next time. anyways, it’s awesome. i love my windows so much more now. thanks, xtina! you so rock!

so it was kind of wacky to go from that dream-and-worry-induced foul mood all day yesterday to a “eh, fuck it, i’m applying for a job at target” moderately apathetic mood, to a happy-go-lucky “my windows raaawwwwwwwwk!” mood. oh, and that last one happened while i was doing laundry. which, i hate doing laundry. although doing laundry last night did lead to the discover that the cute guy who works at the wine shop across the street — well, one of them, anyways — lives in my building. so that was pretty cool.

and speaking of cute people, hey, bill — i forgot to tell you. after we met up at kasey’s on grammy night, after you took off, sara (i’d say “the cute bartender,” except that pretty much everybody who works at kasey’s is cute. …and that’s why i love kasey’s!) came up to me and said, totally randomly, “i like him. he’s a nice boy.” so, my bartenders approve of you. and you know they’re only looking out for my welfare.

i gave someone change for a $10 bill earlier today, only i didn’t actually have change for a $10 bill. i had $9.90. he accepted it anyways. check out that phat profit! I AM A FINANCIAL WIZARD!

okay, that’s enough randomness for the moment.

oh, but, before i go, sex doll. just ’cause.