Crow Sitting

July 26, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

I was heading down to a local bookstore yesterday to pick up a few books I've been hunting for and it occured to me as I headed out the door that maybe I ought to grab my Yolo Crow stuff and bring it with me. The owner of this bookstore has already agreed to sell my magazine, but I thought perhaps they'd let me post a flyer. I popped onto their website before I left to see if I could discover the name of the owner, in case she happened to be there. Do you know what I found there?

Dress Rehearsal

July 21, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

In the anteroom, dancers silently cluster into group of similar costumes in the dark. They practice plees and tondues at the bar to warm up, kill time, kill nerves. They adjust each other's costumes, untwisting leotard straps and fluffing tutus. The weight of the world outside the studio in sitting on my shoulders and so I can ignore the nervous ball in the pit of my stomach for now. I need to shake this off. Plee, rond de jambe, arabesque... A fellow dancer taps me on the shoulder. She marks through a few steps from our piece and pauses with an eyebrow raised in silent question.

Hot Spell

July 14, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

So how hot is it in the Sacramento Valley right now? I mean, the weather folks say 105 degrees, but if you're not used to 105, what does that really mean to you?

Allow me to translate.

Right now, it's 9:00 a.m. and 82 degrees. By the time I work up at 7:00 it was too hot outside for the little sweater I put on to defend me from the office air conditioner. At 7:00 in the morning, it's tank top weather. It's put-the-hair-up-to-keep-it-off-your-neck weather.

Harry Potter and the Disappearing Bookstore

July 11, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Alright, people. I know that Harry Potter is coming out on Saturday and everyone's excited. I'm excited too. I've got my copy pre-ordered and I'm picking it up at midnight on Friday, in costume no-less. So yes, I'm excited.

"You're picking it up at midnight," you ask? "Gee, Shannon, you don't live next to Amazon's distribution site, do you?"

No. I don't. Now is your cue to say something like, "Wow, I didn't know that Walmart and Costco were open that late!"

Does anybody shop at bookstores anymore?!?!?

"But, Shannon, it's just so much cheaper."

Mind-bogglingly, Stupendously, Fantastically Amazing!

July 7, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Okay, I'm going to geek out here, but bear with me because this is cool. I was talking with my ESRI tech support folks this morning (Thanks for all your help, Margaret - You rock!) about difficulties in calculating magnetic declination in our mapping software.

For those who don't know, I'm a GIS analyst. That's something like a cartographer and database manager at the same time. When people ask my profession, I generally say "Map Geek"; it saves time.

Peaceful Morning

July 7, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Funny. I was just telling a friend last night how alarm systems make me uncomfortable and what do I do this morning? I set off the office alarm. Ack!

For those of you who aren't dyslexic, you can probably walk up to an keypad on an ATM or a telephone or...I don't know...an alarm system and have confidence that you know what order the digits are supposed to go. You probably never mix up your own phone number and you don't have to make up rhymes to remember your ATM codes.

Homecoming

July 6, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Disney has officially announced that Space Mountain will reopen on July 15th, 2005. It's been closed for renovations for more than two years now and Tomorrow Land has been grievously lame in its absence. Thank goodness for Star Tours; otherwise there would be no reason to go into Tomorrow Land at all. . . except that pasta place, and the Star Trader of course, and that little nook with all the rad NASA stuff from the Mars rover. Okay, so I take it back. There is still cool stuff there.

You're Kidding Me, Right?

June 28, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

In a meeting, some maps I made for a project came out.

"We'd like you to change the aerial photographs to full color." The maps are pushed to me across the table.

"They were in color," I said. "You requested that I change them to black and white." I push them back.

"Oh, well... Blah blah blah color." Deep breath, Shannon, I tell myself. They pay you to be here 8 hours a day and you get paid to do the stupid, redundant crap just the same as anything else. Smile for the boss.

"Sure thing." Big smile. "I'll get right on that." I move to get up.

A Pirate's Life for Me

June 27, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

It's June in Sacramento Valley. Nearly July, in fact.

It's nearly July in the Sacramento Valley and I'm wearing long pants and a flannel shirt. And I'm still cold and considering another layer. What's wrong with this picture?

Well, I'm at work of course. The AC vent over my desk is whistling along merrily and the overhead fluorescent lights are twitching along in time with the song and I'm at my desk slowing shriveling up and bleaching in cumulative response.

Heaven forbid we open a window.

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