I didn’t think Evanescence could annoy me, but if I have to listen to “My Immortal” one more time on the radio, I’m gonna scream.

When seminary professors start to get cheeky

• Opacity support in Mozilla 1.7 - this will be quite the cool. (Even if IE probably won’t support it until Longhorn comes out. If then.)
• The Shining and The Exorcist, both in 30 seconds and enacted by bunnies.
• So, what do you think would happen if the batfamily ever wound up in group therapy?

Once again, what started out as a lovely, well planned day took an odd turn when I wandered out to my car this morning only to find an odd plastic casing thingy hanging from under the front end. Thank god for my very cool mechanic, who made it all better. (Zip ties were involved.) Apparently, I need to stop driving over the little concrete “you will stop now” thing in front of my parking space, as it doesn’t play nicely with the plastic… whatever the hell it is. I know it’s supposed to keep water away from some belts. I don’t know what the belts actually do, but I figure keeping them dry is a good thing.

Funny, I can install a new hard drive, navigate the interstate system, and work every day in downtown Newark, but bone simple car issuses turn me into a fluff head. Bleah.

Two hours later than I planned, I was up in Tuxedo, helping fairsite spring cleaning, in anticipation of kid’s days. Which I will not be working. Because I’ve done that, and I don’t have nearly enough tolerence for adolesents these days… especially not after listening to a bunch of snooty high schoolers in Barnes & Noble prep for a chemesty exam. And I then remembered *just* why I hated my teenage years with such a passion.

The actual site cleanup was nice - got to see some old friends, catch up on a little news, and put in a little honest work. (Something that involved no computer time - quite the novelty.) Although, if it weren’t for my mom being there, I don’t think I’d do more than a visit or two to faire every year. The days when I wanted to run off and become a road rennie…. they’re gone. That’s not to say I’ve lost my happy thought, but my priorities are hella different than when I was 19. And I guess that’s the way it goes. Not that I don’t know some folks who’re still living the free n’ easy, I wanna be an artistically pure gypsy kinda life, but these are not the folks I’d point to as the big brains. All the folks I seriously looked up to growing up at faire? Either run their own faire buisnesses (Mom, Lars, George, etc…) or have regulated faire to a nice hobby and show up every now and then to say hi.