List of crap that continues to roll around in my head like the little light-up ball in Penny’s circle-of-doom toy:

:: I NEED to fix my damned RSS feed. After I moved my crap to a new hosting thingie, I messed up the feed.

:: Must.. finish.. scrapbook. (Only to move on to other projects. heh)

:: Budget budget budget. I have to figure out how I’m going to get an Apple MacBook Pro with all the goodies (CS3 for example) without having to “donate” a liver or leg.

:: Clean the apt.. get rid of CRAP (i.e. books I don’t read, books Adam doesn’t read, Adam’s Star Wars banks (mwa ha hahahaha)) and all the other crap sitting around collecting dust.

Sorry this ‘update’ is boring. I just needed to vent a bit.

I need more time during the week and I need more weekend time.

Our apartment just gave us our yearly lease notice.

They want to up our lease by $130.

If you hear a faint noise in the distance, it’s me.. screaming at the top of my lungs.

How the HELL do people find AFFORDABLE places to live without it being in a) a shitty neighborhood or b) a hole in the ground.

And don’t get me started on houses or even condos. Why is everything so expensive? WHERE ARE THE JOBS that pay for these homes?

Why do they insist on upping a BELOW MARKET RATE apartment? Is that just dumb or what?!

It’s just so depressing.

My coworker Sarah and I got to attend the ad:tech interactive media conference yesterday. A fun day of advertising and San Francisco – who would pass that up? Not ME!

So after some parking issues (Fremont BART needs more normal parking spots. We didn’t find ANY in the normal area and had to breakfast-it-up at Starbucks while we waited for the reserved parking to open up. Blah.)

Sarah’s new tumbler and my white chocolate mocha. It’s not healthy, but it’s damn good.


We amused ourselves with the silly idea that someday we’ll see BART in San Jose. Or better yet, connected from Fremont to Daly City… oh such thoughts!

On our walk from the BART station to Moscone Center, I snapped photos..

It really was a lovely day.

We signed in and checked out the ad:tech expo; going up and down each row talking to people and getting various goodies. I’ve always liked all that random junk that is given away. Anytime my dad would go to a job fair he’d come home with a bag full of stuff. I’d try to get the best pens or coolest looking highlighters from him.

When we finished making the rounds and had nobody else to talk to we called it a day and waited for Maya at The Coffee Bean. On our walk to the coffee spot, we stopped in at a bookstore where I splurged and bought Guerrilla Advertising and 1000 Journals.

When Maya showed up we shimmied over to Oola – an awesome restaurant where we had dinner and drinks.

Fun was had and my feet didn’t fall off! If you need cute walking shoes I suggest Merrell shoes. They are SO comfortable. My feet didn’t hurt at all. (These are my shoes, but in black.)

I’m really getting tired of our damn oven.

So let’s rewind a bit.. say to around Thanksgiving ‘06. Our oven was starting to behave funky. It’d take foooreever to preheat. We’re talking like an hour to get somewhere in the vicinity of 350 degrees. “Don’t be ridiculous!” Balki would not approve. Anyway.. we thought we’d be able to squeak by and have Lonny’s Aunt’s magical 2-hour turkey. Oh no. What we had was… very hungry guests. For a dinner that should have started around 7pm, we didn’t eat until after 10pm. Luckily we had enough goodies to tide people over. The turkey finally cooked and we fed our wonderfully patient friends.

A few weeks later we noticed the digital display looking funny. Like this:

Pushing the buttons didn’t do any good. It just laughed at us.

So now the laziest battle began – who would end up calling or going to the complex office and let them know our oven went kaput?

Reasons, some logical, some stupid, flew back and forth.

“Did you call the office?”
“No I was busy all day – you do it.”
“You’re the one that wants to bake things.”
“So, you’re the one who came home first.”

Great huh? And yes dammit I wanted to bake things. Weeks had passed (we don’t use our oven often, as you can tell) and I got a bug up my butt about baking. I wanted to bake green cupcakes for St Patrick’s day – and while I had the option of going to a coworker’s apartment to cook, I still wanted our oven fixed. So I finally told the apartment complex people the damn thing is broken – so fix it.

WEEKS LATER (still before St Patty’s day, mind you) and one fix-it job that didn’t work later… we got a BRAND NEW OVEN!! (pretend Bob Barker just said that)

AWESOME right?

Two weeks into having a new oven and only ONE BAKING ADVENTURE later.. our oven display looks like this again.

(same pic as above, but you get the drift, yah?)

Why? Have I offended the oven gods in some way? Should I be baking more? Am I to sacrifice a cupcake next time? Just throw it into the burning jaws of our oven and tell it bon appétit!

Phooey.

I’d like to bake again. I’ve been watching Tivo-ed episodes of the Food Network’s Ace of Cakes and I’m ready to learn the world of fondant. I want to make things of cakes. Okay that last sentence made sense in my head, not sure about yours.

Anyway…

Back to the lazy battle.

“Did you call the office?”
“Noooo…”