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Friday, May 28, 2004

i recently discovered a nifty new face scrub.

Neutrogena has an anti-wrinkle, anti-blemish facial cleanser. when i read about it, i thought three things, in rapid succession:

1) whoo hoo! they've invented something that handles both things!
2) shit. it isn't fair that someone would need to invent that.
3) damn. i'm the target market for that.

i mean, really - how fair is it that those fine lines are battling with breakouts for my attention? once you start dealing with the first, the second should be off the board. don't you think? braces, oily skin, growth spurts - all that you suffer thru in your teen years. grey hair, high cholesterol, wrinkles - those come later. and you *shouldn't have to deal with both sets at once*.

also, i'm wondering about salycylic acid. active ingredient in the face scrub, inactive ingredient in Pepto Bismol. in the case of Pepto, they put a warning for aspirin-sensitive people, because apparently it's not that inactive an ingredient. (aspirin is acetylized salycylic acid, and please don't think i know what that means, because we didn't play around with that in chem lab. any idea what the difference is?) so... is it possible that you could be sensitive enough to aspirin that you couldn't use a skin treatment with the acid in it? or do you have to ingest it for it to matter?

yes, i actually think about these things. :)

:: scribbled at 9:05 PM ... ... o

the friday five:

What was...

1. ...your first grade teacher's name?

Mrs. Bloomfield. she wore a red pantsuit, and had matching nails.

2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?

Marvin the Martian.

3. ...the name of your very first best friend?


4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal?

Raisin Bran.

5. ...your favorite thing to do after school?

play, i suppose, altho mostly i remember summer nights more clearly - skimming down the driveway on my Big Wheels, trying to get as much tar on my feet as possible because that made bathtime more fun.

note: the Friday Five isn't active anymore, which is a bummer, altho i can certainly understand letting go of something that's had its run. i've got a few hanging around in draft form, tho, and figured i'd post anyway. happy Friday!

:: scribbled at 4:51 PM ... ... o

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

so. what's in *yer* wallet?

i'll tell you what's not in mine: Capital Hun.

yes, they of the overly charming television ads, claiming to be better than every other card, even having the ability to protect you from maurauding yeti. i got an offer (two, in fact) in the mail from them recently, and thought it might not be a bad idea to have a credit card in my back pocket, so to speak, as a little insurance for unexpected expenses. so i went to the web site, completed the form, picked out a snazzy design, got the automatic approval, and sat back to wait for the actual card. (note: they send you a fake card with the mailing, and you're given the actual account number upon enrolling online, which you can note on the fakey card, and use. they give you $200 off the bat. i guess they figure pretty much anyone is good for $200.)

i got the actual, real, plastic shiny-type card tonight. pretty sun and moon design, probably selected to appease my craving for my old Matisse-like card from Cambridgeport, a bank that sadly no longer exists, gobbled up in one of the many mergers. it was a pretty blue card, with a cut-out sun, moon and star. yes, i picked my original bank on the strength of their artwork.

anyhoo. i called to activate the card, and Martin*, who sounded vaguely like Mr. Mackey, starts the spiel. he tried to upsell me on some sort of account insurance not once, not twice, but three times. the first time, i said i'd read about it and add it on later. 'well, possibly you could do that...' and upsell #2 commenced. nope, i don't want it. various other questions, and upsell #3, at which point i said 'i've already said no twice. what isn't clear?' and in the middle of all this, he mentioned something about an annual fee.

huh. i didn't see a damn thing about annual fee (and a stiff one at that) in the literature. after i hung up, the combination of steep fee (more than AmEx, which at least has more benefits) and the upsell got to me, so i decided to call back and ask them to either waive the fee or cancel the account.

for the record: i might have had the idea that there was no annual fee because, oh, i don't know.... they said so?

capital hun... what's not in my wallet?

*shakes head* dude. i don't think that's a tough request. i'll take option A or option B - which one can i have? first, after wading thru the maze of phone prompts, i speak to Delores, who intimates that i'm an idiot for not reading the fine print, and refuses to waive the fee. fine, great - then cancel the account! well, she says, i could cut the fee by $10. okay, let's review: no fee, or cancel. pretty sure i spelled it out. suddenly, i find myself transferred, and speaking to Tricia. i outline my request to her. she also intimates that i'm a freakin' dolt, and says she could cut the fee in half. at this point, i have to check to make sure i'm hearing correctly, and repeat her statements back to her. yup, that's right, we'll cut the fee in half. *sigh* let's review again, shall we? option A: no fee. option B: cancel the card. because honestly, i'm not nearly close enough to desperate for a credit card that i'm willing to be treated poorly.

ultimately, she did agree to cancel out the account, no charges. and the pretty sun and moon card is all sliced up in the trash. i had a brief moment where i thought perhaps i was a bit rash and cancelled the card rather precipitously. you know that moment, where you pass by an opportunity, then wonder if it was *the* opportunity? yeah. lasted about a minute, until i realized that a quick Google search on no annual fee credit cards can quite handily turn up a replacement... should i choose.

*note: i made up all the names. they're names that sound like the voices, but they're made up.

:: scribbled at 8:14 PM ... ... o


My inner child is one year old today
My inner child is one year old!

Everything is new to me. I like watching the world go by around me, and I don't sweat the small stuff--or the large stuff, either. Just so long as I stay warm and safe and dry, life's pretty good.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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(cleaning out image files on my computer, i found the image from the last time i took this quiz, and at that time i rated 10 years old. took the quiz again just out of curiousity to see how i'd rate today... think it was the 'playing with my toes' that got me here? and yes, i was doing that the other night. aren't you glad you know that? 8P )

:: scribbled at 2:38 PM ... ... o

Monday, May 24, 2004

did i mention i was a geek?

just in case there was any doubt, a little story from tonight. The Dane and i stopped by my place to do a few things and check on the cat. i happened to spot a scrap of notepaper, and showed it to him. it looked something like this:

11 x 17 x 2 374
x 3 561

15 x 10 x 3 450
x 4 600
2:3 — Δ76
3:4 — Δ39

flip side:

6 x .25 = 1.5
6 x 5/8 - 3 3/4

1.5 tsp b soda
3 3/4 tsp tartar

him: ohmigod. you used a delta! (laughing)

mm hm. hey, i was trying to calculate the relative pan size to recipe factor - this was important stuff! also, i somehow managed to run out of baking powder - but had enough other items to *manufacture* baking powder. uh huh.

(i did hear back that the tarts for the Teacher Appreciation lunch turned out quite well, and there was more than enough to go around, which made me happy - i always worry that i haven't made enough. The Dane's roasted veggies were also quite the hit. if you ask, he might even give you the recipe.)

:: scribbled at 8:48 PM ... ... o

Sunday, May 23, 2004

unconscious mutterings:

Finale :: dessert
Martial arts :: Jackie Chan
Flirt :: teenager
Energy :: crunch
Flavor :: saver
Guess? :: jeans
Accomplishment :: pride
Prom :: night
Diploma :: cowhide
Bloody :: useless

:: scribbled at 1:05 PM ... ... o