Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner. Someone Really Should.

Let me show you something…

That’s a picture of my “desk.”  A folding table pulled up to the edge of our bed.  So when I point to the bed and tell company “This is where the magic happens.” what I mean is my intellectual magic.  Unless, of course, Netflix has sent us a movie.  Then my computer ends up on the bed and my “desk” becomes an eating-in-front-of-the-tv table.  My computer becomes “that warm thing” the cats curl up around on the bed.

Speaking of the cats, that reminds me…

This is a mostly empty corner of the livingroom allotted for the sole purpose of an old cat bed. 

This is where the cats choose to sleep:

 

Two prefers the ottoman.  Two has also gotten a little pudgy over the winter and doesn’t fit in the corner-cat-bed. Any bigger, and I’m gonna start calling him “Three.”

 

Sidney, when she’s not sleeping on the table under the lamp, snoozes on a kitchen chair.

 

Fanny prefers keeping an eye on the knives.

There’s a fourth cat, Puffy, who enjoys spending his time napping in the driveway.

In other words… No cats in the cat bed.  Ever.

This?

This is a mission oak style corner desk I found at Target.com this afternoon.  Not only does match the rest of the furniture in the livingroom, but it fits snugly in that empty corner by the window. I wouldn’t have to keep my coffee on the floor beside the bed, running the risk of forgetting it’s there and knocking it over every time I get up.  There’s a cute little drawer where I could neatly keep all the little scraps of paper I write blog ideas on throughout the day, and I can just picture my file box on one of those shelves underneath.

Not to mention, I wouldn’t spend hours a night sequestered in the bedroom like some Phantom-Of-The-Suburbs style shut-in.

I mean, I’m just sayin…

They Had Me At "Passion Purple"

Ladies and Gentlemen(man), I have no will power what-so-ever!

No, I'm not talking about the fact that I just inhaled what was left of the Cookies and Cream ice cream. (I found a cookie deposit in the middle and it was all over from there.)

Yesterday I made this grand declaration that I wasn't going to buy a new computer until my blog had 500 followers. My reasoning was that by 500 subscribers I could consider myself a "serious blogger" and thus justify the expense. Also, I figured by 500 I would have found the *ahem* balls to try having something of mine published, possibly signed up for a writing class or two, maybe join a writers' club... Ya know, things that might put a shiny new laptop with all the specs to good use.

No such thing happened.

What did happen was Man and I decided to scrap the Valentine's Day Do-Over and stay home last night. We stayed in a hotel in The Quarter for The Superbowl, then we stayed at the same hotel in The Quarter for Mardi Gras, so we both kind of just wanted to sleep in our own bed for a while.

I didn't know it was humanly possible to grow so bored with the constant need to celebrate.

So we stayed home and it was an incredibly relaxing evening sitting quietly in front of our respective electronic addictions: Me my computer and him his PS3. Then he comes to me with a proposition. Seems his laptop has, as you guys put it yesterday: "Shit the bed" or "went tits up." It's dead and he wants to get a small netbook for taking notes in class. However, he can't bring himself to buy a new machine unless I do too. I tell him I'll go to Best Buy with him, but no promises. I need to stick to my word! What would my readers think of me if I cracked the very day I made the deal?! I can't be a wuss about self control anymore!

...

My new laptop will be shipped to the store March 2nd.


I had to order it special because it's "Passion Purple."

Serious blogger, indeed.

*sniff* You like me, you really like me!

The Blogging Academy has once again bestowed me with a blogger award, and since I've only been at this regularly for a short time I'm pretty excited.


Thanks, Homesick Cajun!

Okay, according to the rules of blog-awarding you have to post 7 things about yourself you may not know. Well, since 20 of my now 25(!) readers have discovered me within the week, this should be easy.

1. Before I die (or before it crumbles), I must see the Coliseum in Rome. Shamefully, this comes from an unhealthy obsession with the movie "Gladiator."

2. I like to fancy the notion that my life is a chick-lit novel. I've been known from time to time to walk around with a running commentary in my head as though I'm narrating the story. I'm on my own best-sellers list.

3. My favorite pair of shoes is a super-sexy, super-high heeled pair of leopard silk and shiny patent leather Steve Madden peep-toes. I've never worn them, but I have them positioned in the closet so that I can admire my babies every time I open the door. Someday I'll have occasion (and balance) to wear them.

4. After thing number three I guess it goes without saying that I have a problem with impulse control. Especially when it comes to shiny, stylish, pretty things being sold at a sweet discount. And especially when it comes to shiny, stylish, pretty footwear.

5. I not-so-secretly daydream about being asked to be one of those guest commentators on VH-1. You know, like "I Love the 80's" or "Best Week Ever." I'm snarky! I can be quippy! Call me!

6. The sound of seagulls and that gross sulfur-y stench of low-tide makes me terribly homesick. Yesterday there were seagulls in a parking lot fighting over a bag of garbage and I got a little weepy.

7. I'm slightly addicted to internet memes. My current favorite is Hipster Kitty, because I hate hipsters with the white-hot intensity of a thousand more hateful versions of me.



Now you have to pick seven people to pass this award on to:

1. Thirty: Own Up To Being Grown Up (Though I will never do such a thing!)

2. A Day In The Life of a Surferwife The name of her blog alone makes me miss living at the beach. *sigh*

3. A Southern Belle Trying Not To Rust 'Cuz I'm a Yankee that'll never pass as a Belle. I curse too much in public, and I think petticoats make my ass look fat.

4. It's Blogworthy Because everything totally is.

5. The Lost in Suburbia Blogs Because I am, too!

6. Tales From The Chicken Coop Because I totally endorse girls behaving badly in public!

7. Diary of Curvy Jones A blog I discovered about ten minutes ago, but love already!

So there you go. I'm starving, so I'm gonna go make breakfast then tell everyone they have an award here.

Filed Under "Think Before You Speak"

I don't know if any of you have noticed, but I talk a lot of smack.

If you didn't notice, you're not paying attention.

Perhaps I was on a high from surviving the recent avalanche of holidays, but last week I heard myself say-- out loud-- that when (Yes, when!) I get 500 subscribers I'll buy myself a new computer. It didn't seem like such a big number until I realized I've been blogging for months and only reached 22.

478 subscribers to go.

Any of you got friends that need new random rants to read?

It's not that I can't just go over to Best Buy right now and pick up that pretty pink Dell I've been eyeballing. It's just that, it doesn't make sense to do such a thing. My current laptop works just fine, if not a little slow and probably riddled with more viruses than Mr Burns. This laptop has been with me through two apartments in Philadelphia, two in Jersey and this house in Louisiana. It's been packed up, dropped, had the "T" key pulled off by a toddler, and subject to the fevered typing of many angry blogs and e-mails. There's a brown stain on the keyboard-- evidence of countless trips to free wi-fi coffee shops and cafes-- and a worn out sticker that I thought was clever for all of ten minutes a year ago on the back.

The thing is, I know it's desperately time for an upgrade. Parting with ol' Lappy T. is the technological equivalent of breaking up a relationship that you know has run its course. Of course there are better, more attractive, more exciting and new fish in the sea, but none of them are the fish you know so well.

Sure, when I come home every afternoon I have to turn my laptop on then go kill time for 15 minutes while it boots up only to hopelessly freeze on me ten minutes into reading my e-mail (Three times yesterday!), but...

All my favorite pictures are on here and I'm too lazy to transfer them to disk.

So, perhaps I was deliberately putting off replacing Lappy a little longer when I made my grand declaration of readership. Or maybe I'm just so arrogant I really think I'm that good. Either way, despite the fact that I can buy a new laptop whenever I want, I'm standing by my word.

As long as Lappy T stands by me.


Scientists from the RAND corporation have created this model to illustrate how a "home computer" could look like in the year 2004. However, the needed technology will not be economically feasible for the average home. Also scientists readily admit that the computer will require not yet invented technology to actually work, but 50 years from now scientific progress is expected to solve these problems. With teletype interface and Fortran language, the computer will be easy to use.

WTF is the big steering wheel for?