February 2007

I know many of you only visit this site in Bloglines, or NewsFire, or whatever your favorite RSS reader is. I am happy to have you read; really, it is all I ask. The actual prettiness of the site (or lack thereof, which I’ll get to) is beside the point. But if you’ve been reading […]

Posted in: The Quotidian Ones

Feb 26, 2007 8

What money really means

One of my dirty little secrets has to do with money: I’m afraid of it. Between role models who lived it up with cavalier disregard for cash, dying either in debt or indebted to loved ones (myself included) for covering them towards the end, and others who destroyed their health and emotional life in the […]

Posted in: The Personal Ones

People say they don’t understand how drunks keep drinking how addicts keep shooting how smokers keep smoking how (your favorite group of degenerate wastrels here) keep doing (something you don’t give a crap about, here) I say: heroin poker Thursday nite Comedy Lineup YouTube– Same difference It’s all just a buffer between you and your […]

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While I love this beautiful template (headspace, by fernando_graphicos, if you’re reading this in shouting distance of 2/20/07), its super-minimalist search feature has long been the gimpy-legged straggler of the site, something that became more and more obvious as the information grew broader and deeper. With my new Lijit widjit, however, I have leapfrogged over […]

Posted in: The Useful Ones

When I started this series three weeks ago, it was with the very conscious notion that it’d be winding up on one of the most ridiculous holidays in the world to be coopted by modern consumers, Valentine’s Day. Let us make no bones about it: Valentine’s Day sucks. Having any designated day to buy things […]

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Some days, you just get by. Tired Fearful Small and crawly on no sleep (troubles, troubles) and a too-early dentist appointment made in good faith a year ago kept in resignation and out of more fear (bad gums, the family curse). And then after a day of throwing down too many cups of caffeine (all […]

Posted in: The Personal Ones

1. Conveniently located to Los Angeles’ fashionable East side. 2. Get to watch Vegas-style timed musical fountain whilst walking to/from personal transpo device. 3. Better porn than Hustler store. 4. Retro-calming, Holly Golightly-esque, “Nothing bad could ever happen to you in a place like this” design vibe. 5. No rats. 6. Close proximity to wide […]

Posted in: The Silly Ones

Every nerd has her weakness, and I have finally acknowledged mine: I am no longer providing adequate value for my beloved blogging.la. So rather than fuck it up, I’m bowing out to let some young (or old) and vigorous type step in. It was a damned fine couple of years, and I’ll be sad to […]

Posted in: The Quotidian Ones

Yes, when Chief Nerd and Bottle Washer takes a day off, she engages chiefly in elective nerd activities. Yesterday’s project was a long put-off expansion and reorganization of communicatrix HQ, adding file cab #2 and getting the G5 back online at full operating power. This is notable for two reasons: First, nerds have unaccountable phobias […]

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To you, it is a collection of keys (and affinity tags) on a key ring. (Okay, carabiner.) To me, it represents dozens of man-hours of thought: One ring or two? Or three? And what diameter? Fob choice? Fob size? What is too heavy? What is too light? What feels good in my hands? What feels […]

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