Sorry for the lull in posts. Blogger.com keeps giving me mystery error messages and won't update my blog. And Blogger's tech support is nonexistent. After much clicking and searching, I was angered to find out they all but tell people using their free version, "Use at your own risk, because we don't have time to help the people who don't pay." I'm going to take my business elsewhere. If you're thinking about starting a blog and want to be able to customize your templates, stay away from Blogger. I hope to be using better blog software soon. Please stay tuned.

Saturday, November 30, 2002 Disorder Rating Paranoid Low Schizoid Low Schizotypal Moderate Antisocial Low Borderline Moderate Histrionic Low Narcissistic Moderate Avoidant High Dependent Low Obsessive-Compulsive High Take The Test Posted by Lynniechan at 5:01 PM I've never understood women's fetish with shoes. I guess I was born without that chick gene. My mother owns shoes she's hardly ever worn. Why would a woman want to accentuate one of the most unsightly parts of her body? Posted by Lynniechan at 12:24 AM   Friday, November 29, 2002 Grrr. No one uses a turn signal any more. Posted by Lynniechan at 11:17 PM   Thursday, November 28, 2002 I ran in the Turkey Trot this morning. Well, "ran" is a relative term -- some racewalkers can beat me. But I didn't have to stop. That was my main goal. I should be embarrassed that my time was 36:40. It was my best time ever, though, and I'm proud of that. I try to run one 5K a year just to see how my conditioning has improved. I've improved on my time each year. Last year, an entire 12-under boys soccer team had to split in two and peel around me before the 1-mile marker. Then all of their soccer mommies behind them ran past me. Now *that* was embarrassing. Posted by Lynniechan at 10:41 AM   Wednesday, November 27, 2002 OMG LMAO!!! The first few pages are OK, but Page 3 and beyond are hilarious! (Thanks, Rukie!) Nerd humor alert -- Don't bother going here if you aren't one... Posted by Lynniechan at 1:00 AM   Tuesday, November 26, 2002 Steve's sick. My boss is getting over being sick. His boss is getting over being sick. My eyes keep burning. It will be a miracle if I don't get sick. Posted by Lynniechan at 8:53 PM Those billboards off I-4 for Baldwin Park are really stupid. Someone was paid a lot of money to come up with those painful phrases. And someone else was paid a lot of money to design the billboards, which have an awful color scheme and look amateurish. Posted by Lynniechan at 8:13 AM Awkward feeling in my drawing class tonight as I drew my first nude model. When I saw the woman enter the classroom, I didn't recognize her, so I figured we would draw her as our exercise for the session. But I guess I was taken aback because I wasn't exactly expecting to see big breasts and bush tonight. We'd been drawing vases, plants and boring still lifes up to this point, fercrissakes! What a leap! She was wearing a thin, blue floral-print sarong-like skirt that was tied around her neck, and her salt-and-mostly-pepper hair was pulled back into a tight bun and held in place with skewer sticks. She was overweight but not fat -- lots of rolls and folds, but very curvy. Our easels are around the outer rim of the classroom, circling a platform in the middle where the still lifes are usually set up. She dropped her sarong, revealing nothing -- er, everything -- and stepped up onto the platform. She seemed perfectly relaxed as she smiled to everyone and stretched. I wondered what the men in the room were thinking at this point. Consider that this is a low-level drawing class, and I don't think many people in there have had much formal art instruction. So we start drawing her figure -- quick, one minute gestures -- and I can't draw her breasts! I'm embarrassed to. What if I go into too much detail? I drew her head, chest, legs, arms and conveniently didn't have time to finish the front. We spun our drawings around at the end of that exercise for the class to see. Whew. I see a couple of people drew her breasts in detail. OK. I feel better now. Proceed. I loosened up as the class progressed, and by the end of class, I and everyone else had enjoyed the session. I actually have two drawings that I think don't suck. For me, they're fair. The school brings in models on weekends so artists can practice figure drawing. I wish I had the time to go. Observations: I could tell other people too felt a bit awkward at first, and I take a little comfort in that; I feel like a total rube for freezing up while drawing a nekkid woman, especially in an art class; I feel like a rube for putting this much thought into it; The woman was very much comfortable in her own skin, and I'm jealous of that; I worry too much about what other people think. Next week, our instructor is bringing in a male nude model -- oh boy. It should be fun. I really enjoy this class. I'm learning a lot. Posted by Lynniechan at 2:51 AM   Monday, November 25, 2002 Weird job I'm morbidly -- no pun intended -- curious to apply to: Duties include desktop design and publishing for various funeral related items. such as (but not limited to) guest registers, memorialization, and business stationary. Some purchasing and inventory may be included. Also, will assist on funerals, transport human remains, courier work, and other duties are required. "Computer skills required, and oh yeah, a willingness to transport human remains." The bullshit factor has to be very low, which is a big appeal to me. It probably pays bupkis, but demand for this job can't be THAT high. Posted by Lynniechan at 2:21 PM More on my previous post about the co-worker: He totally reminds me of a Kids in the Hall character named Gavin, played by Bruce McCullough. Gavin's an elementary school-aged kid who's completely harmless but latches on to people and annoys them with questions and comments. Here's a typical Gavinism. Posted by Lynniechan at 12:49 AM   Sunday, November 24, 2002 A co-worker keeps coming over to me to chat and e-mailing me stupid pictures because he is bored. I hope I'm not giving him the impression that I have time to listen. Posted by Lynniechan at 9:45 PM   Saturday, November 23, 2002 Are all long-haired cats unfriendly and short-haired cats friendly? My sister has a long-haired cat, and although it's not completely bitter, it doesn't like to be handled by anyone other than her. My friend's mother's long-haired cat detests being touched by strangers. Similarly, Stephen's grandmother has a long-haired cat, and it's absolutely terrified to be in the same room with anyone other than his grandma. Meanwhile, both of my cats are short-haired, and they love people. Amber adores strangers. A short-haired neighborhood tom that we call Big Boy comes to our front door all the time to say hi. A couple of other friends of mine own two short-haired cats that like to sit in your lap. Whassup wit dat? Posted by Lynniechan at 7:25 PM   Friday, November 22, 2002 LAGOS, Nigeria -- Angry mobs stabbed and set fire to bystanders Thursday in rioting that erupted after a newspaper suggested Islam's founding prophet would have approved of the Miss World beauty pageant. At least 50 people were killed and 200 injured. The violent demonstrators in the northern city of Kaduna burned churches and rampaged through the streets until hundreds of soldiers were deployed to restore calm and enforce a dusk-to-dawn curfew. Schools and shops hurriedly closed as hordes of young men, shouting "Allah Akhbar," or "God is great," ignited makeshift street barricades made of tires and garbage, sending black smoke rising above the city. Others were heard chanting, "Down with beauty" and "Miss World is sin." Posted by Lynniechan at 1:10 AM   Thursday, November 21, 2002 I had to take a personality test called the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator as part of a management brainwashing class I'm taking at work. It's a sort of standardized test that asks "which do you prefer" and situational questions. Here's my "horoscope": For INTPs the driving force in their lives is to understand whatever phenomenon is the focus of their attention. They want to make sense of the world‹as a concept‹and they often enjoy opportunities to be creative. INTPs are logical, analytical, and detached in their approach to the world; they naturally question and critique ideas and events as they strive for understanding. INTPs usually have little need to control the outer world, or to bring order to it, and they often appear very flexible and adaptable in their lifestyle. It's kind of frightening that an entire psyche can be summed up in a paragraph. Now the part that's completely true: They [may] find it difficult to actualize or even communicate their ideas... If INTPs do not find a place where they can use their gifts and be appreciated for their contributions, they usually feel frustrated and may: Become cynical and negative critics; be sarcastic and destructively critical; isolate themselves and put off action; engage in verbal sparring and arguments. Posted by Lynniechan at 5:48 AM For the first time in my life, I don't think I eat enough. It hit home hard the other day, when, during my workout with my trainer, I got sick -- spinning room, turning stomach -- and had to lie down. Twice. After the second time, I had to stop. Could not continue. My trainer said it was because I had run out of gas. It was true that I hadn't eaten well -- or very much -- the day before. I've now made it a priority to eat regularly and often, even if I'm busy at work, from now on. Deadlines, schmedlines. I generally think of myself as a pretty tough, fit chick (among other things). Getting sick in front of my trainer (and that wasn't the first instance that had happened) was embarrassing. Posted by Lynniechan at 5:39 AM I've gotten so jaded at work by people calling in sick when I know they're not that I resented that I was called in to work when a co-worker got into a car accident. I know that sounds horrible. It's also horrible that I've gotten to the point that I'm fiercely skeptical when someone calls in sick when they didn't seem sick at work the day before. But I also know that he's one of those guilty parties who has used a sick day as a personal day before. And when I saw him the next day, he seemed downright chipper, like he had had a wonderful night off. Posted by Lynniechan at 12:33 AM   Wednesday, November 20, 2002 Well I've finally got the Blogger working. I figure it's about time this Web site changed on a regular basis. Plus, I've wanted to tell the world a few thoughts lately. Hopefully I won't bore anyone. But does it really matter? I can say what I want! It's *my* site! I'll try to keep a steady stream of posts and pictures coming. I'm not that talkative, but I do have many opinions. You'll read them here. Feel free to drop me a line anytime. Meanwhile, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Posted by Lynniechan at 2:58 AM

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