I’m in the den wondering why my feet are cold - again!
Half-processing the Disney shows my brother is listening to in the other room.
Trying not to think about what he’s done to the couch.
Surfing the board.
Contemplating if I’m going to faint while road running in field hockey practice tonight.
What a thrilling life I lead.
Going into the news
Playing Randy Van Warmer’s “Just when I Needed You Most”
I just told a joke regarding our City Council…and I tied it into Survivor show.
Going into sports now. Celine Dion is next.
Another joke about a parrot that got a ticket.
what am i doing right now? well, i could be a smartass and just say “typing this reply”, but others have done that. so here’s a snapshot of the few minutes before, and the projected few minutes after my actual typing of the reply, in attempted chronological order:
-patching a perl script to report filesystem use
-setting up a new laser printer
-checking my email (work)
-checking my email (server)
-checking my email (personal)
-eating a nasty sandwich from the cold food machine
-checking backups and logs from last night
-trying to figure out why this perl script won’t patch correctly
-playing hardball on my palm pilot
-drinking a diet coke (1st of approx. 6 for the day)
-thinking about reading my heavy gear rulebook again
-wondering why i have a broken RF unit on my desk
-realizing that i’ve been patching hte wrong perl script
-patching the correct perl script
-feeling stupid for the above
-planning a mission to secretly replace all the win98 machines here with linux boxes
-listening to my officemate for the day talk on the phone
-realizing that he isn’t sure what he’s talking about
-resisting the temptation to speak up
-preparing to cut some new cat5 cable for the comm rack
-making a note on my palm to replace the batteries in same
-staring at the pretty hologram coating to a defunct pcmcia token ring card
-putting my programming perl book away in shame
and that’s about it.
Right now, I am chasing a dashing young man through an abandoned warehouse in Bejing. This sort of thing has been going on for days. I thought I had him yesterday when my cronies and I cornered him in an alley. He escaped on foot with his lovely assistant, Tawny Tiger, who was my lover ‘til she turned on me yesterday and stole a terribly vital vial of deadly viruses from my laboratory. Unless I recover that vial, my hopes of destroying the human race will be dashed.
My super killer androids are manning a 50-caliber machine gun on the warehouse floor. I am scurrying about on various pieces of industrial equipment, trying to get close enough to my prey so as to effectively target him for the benefit of my loyal androids using my Cray computer that I wheel around with me wherever I go. I paused to catch my breath and began to wonder, “What’s been going on with the SDMB lately?”
So, once again we plunge into the exciting, perilous nightlife of Kat the SDMB poster:
[ul]
[li]Reading the SDMB[/li][li]Drink an RC sticks tongue out at TopazAntares[/li][li]Eating Ruffles potato chips[/li][li]Checking my stats at wheresgeorge.com[/li][li]Writing out a check for my car payment[/li][li]Listening to the radio (Take Me Out To Paradise?? Is that the title?)[/li][/ul]
At work, procrastinating. It’s late Friday afternoon and I’m tossing up whether to go home early or just have a late lunch.
As always when rwacked with indifference, I turn to the SDMB. And, as often is the case, they help me not at all.
giggles at Kat and is doing the exact same thing she was last night with the exception of she is also packing for her move at the exact same time
I’m at home. It’s 10:30 exactly. My black Fender strat is in my lap, and I’m playing the intro to Jimi Hendrix’s “Burning of the Midnight Lamp.”
10:33 p.m. CST:
Sitting at my desk, reading the SDMB, drinking soda straight from the 2 liter bottle, monkeying with my camera, fantasizing about just how much fun it’ll be to actually get a chance to sleep in this weekend, and thinking I really ought to go take my contacts out before I forget.
9:46 Mountain… watching a rerun of Tour of Duty, reading the board and folding laundry on commercials. What can I say, its that glamour girl syndrome hitting me again 
I’m watching a re-run of Star Trek Voyager. It’s a first season episode where the crew gets trapped in a nebula of some sort. It’s funny seeing everyone. Ensign Harry seems like a kid. Kes is still on the ship. Everybody still has that whole Federation-Maquis tension.
I’m also talking with a friend online about plans to go back to Vegas. She seems to look forward to going back.
My fiancee is out of town. Yippee, right? No. Dammit, I miss her. It’s been one frickin’ day, and I can’t even sleep without her in the house. I’ve taken two Tylenol PMs washed down with a Corona, and I still can’t sleep. So I’m here.
(Not that you guys aren’t great.)
So that’s what I’m doing. Surfing. Pining. Listening to depressing MP3s like Brick, Emmaline, View of the Rain, Alison, etc. Contemplating masturbation to relieve boredom. Sharing too much, apparently.
Sigh.
I am currently sitting in a conference room on Wall Street listening to business plan presentation at an entrepreneurship seminar. Oh, and I’m searching the boards for old obscure and dead threads and trying to revive them with the resurrection spell i learned a voodoo camp last week.
Posting. Scratching various parts of my body. Listening to S&G. Typing the word Duh
What parts??
Shall I come over and help you??:D:D
What the hell anniz. I thought you wanted me to hijack you. I’m reconsidering if i’m going to call you tonight.
Ha, ha, so I can’t flirt with anyone else than you now???
I promisse I only want you tonight.
Do call and come and hijack me.
Yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeees:D:D
no you can’t flirt with others. to quote my hero homer simpson in response to a biker gang asking to keep marge, “She’s mine and I own her.” let the hijacking begin.
I just rescued my baby from the two year old, who is still a little fuzzy on how to play with her. My boys are downstairs watching TV.
I’m listening to Human by the Pretenders, having a glass of water and a smoke, and debating turning my ICQ on.
I have been so lazy on my month off… Of course, by doing nothing, I’m helping to slow down the endless march of entropy and delay the eventual heat death of the universe.
Or so I like to tell myself…