what crack smokers decided that telephone keypads should be set up with the number one at the top, and calculators and computer keyboards should be set up with the number one near the bottom? and why did i only just realize that this morning?

deep thoughts from mdog.
thanks for stopping.

i used to delude myself into thinking i'm an outdoorsy kinda gal. i'm not really sure why. at some point i realized the delusion, and modified my thinking: i'd like to be an outdoorsy kinda gal. still, not really sure why. finally i accepted the facts: i enjoy the air-conditioned comfort of my home, watching televised triathlons occuring someplace far, far away from me.

so clearly, i don't know anything about anything when it comes to rock climbing and the like. however, the story of aron ralston [the man who amputated his own arm while exploring utah's canyons last year] is completely captivating to me. despite the fact that tonight's dateline nbc story was done by tom brokaw [does everything require annoying urgent inflections?], i found it fascinating.

as for his new book title, "between a rock and a hard place"...
descriptive? disturbing? or cheesy?
you make the call.

i am patiently awaiting my delivery of randomshirts:
 
aw yeah.

the internet is a fascinating phenomenon.

i was going to say "place", but then, it's not really, is it? a vast network of intangibility. i recently indexed my site on a few search engines... lo and behold, i have been found and clicked and browsed. fascinating. especially since the first two searches which brought up my site involved people searching for answers to existence and wondering about the presence of God. pretty heady stuff for my little mblog. [unless, of course, they were only looking for song lyrics. but then, that's not nearly as much fun to think about.]

i am as surprised as anyone that i have met people -- i mean, physically, met people -- whom i previously knew only as screennames on a message board. crazy? a bit. friendships? definitely. to hug someone, to shake hands, to look into their eyeballs, to see the "real" person from the other side of that computer screen... the persona and the person become connected; the intangible becomes tangible.

who are you? what brings you here? do i know you, or you me? if you know me, then this site is merely an extension of myself... you are privy to these thoughts in addition to our relationship. if on the other hand you have merely had the good fortune of stumbling upon this site, then this is all you know of me. intangible thoughts splashed on a page, with no context whatsoever.

that... is weird to ponder.

but, intriguing. does anything i say mean anything to you about anything? if i tried to explain that God is the reason for existence, or that He is in fact, omnipresent, would that mean anything to you? anything at all? i really don't know. at any rate, i'll keep plugging along, unleashing random thoughts. maybe they'll affect other people. and if not, well, at least they're out of my head. that's enough for me.

miami university vs university of michigan.
43-10, wolverines.
drat.

but still... fellow redhawks, enjoy:



fight song - [mumb]
fight song - [glee club]

to whomever found my mblog on a quest to find "answers to the 'existential dilemma' " ...
i'm guessing this isn't quite what you were going for.
my apologies.

napoleon dynamite. have you seen it? if not, you should, GOSH!

http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/napoleondynamite/epk/index.php

ever felt your brain shutting down, lobe by sluggish lobe?
yeah. that's how i felt today.


my supercool supervisor will, sadly, no longer be my supervisor after tomorrow. so, i've been having training sessions with her for several weeks. this week has been crunch time, and with that came the dawning realization that i actually have to do this stuff, myself [!], starting next week. all this information has left my synapses fried and my cerebral storage filled to capacity. plus, it's been a few years since college... so lately, about thirty minutes into each session, my eyes glaze over and learning retention becomes a conscious struggle. none of that being her fault by any means... the sheer volume of it all is just a smidge crippling. not to mention all of the duties i will be taking on because of other folks that are leaving as well. the workplace has been crazy insane for a number of weeks now...

i need a nap.
or a drink.

"isn't seventeen a little young to be a dancing queen?"

a co-worker, five minutes after the original reference to the swedish-made dance tune had occurred. apparently she was lost in thought, contemplating this existential dilemma, totally ignoring the intriguing discussion about last night's olympic events.

love it .

[btw, you can thank me later for getting the song in your head.]

these people would eat their own young for lack of a correct billing contact.