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Friday, December 31, 2004

My New Year's Eve

Started with me waking up at 3:30AM to work. I didn't get done until noon and by then I was too awake to attempt a nap.

I'm off to play some poker with some friends to ring in 2005 right. In between poker rounds I might attempt to slink off for a quick nap before midnight strikes. Besides I already celebrated my coworker's New Year with him way across the world working and me on the other side cracking the whip.

Have a safe one people. No drinking and drinking, I mean, drinking and driving. Aiight? Aiight.

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

The Man won't let me be.

1) I left the office at 8pm. But I'm still working from home. I thought you'd want to know.

2) Also, I've just been informed by the PM on my project, "you have very good eye and would be a good tester". Never. Ever. Details make me insane. I'm all about the big picture.

3) Still I'm a nerd so I took it as a compliment.

5) And my sensible dinner tonight? An orange and some ice cream.

7) And not that Breyers crap either.

13) Tillamook. Oh yes.

17) Sad but all the other prime numbers escape me at the moment.

21) Except for this one. But I probably missed a few. I'm sure someone will correct me.

P.S. Birdherder is back. Hi Birdie!

Tuesday, December 28, 2004


Sometimes I love my job. Other times I feel like it's stealing my soul, one dreadful minute at a time. Tonight I was at the office past 6 o'clock trying to wrap up a project I've been focused on for over three weeks now. Then I went home, had some dinner and logged back online. I was only able to stop fretting about this project for about one hour before the project manager from another office (who literally lives half way across the globe) hopped online and it was back to work. It's days like these where I end up doing most of my work via IM, legitimately.

You have no idea how unfun IM is when you're trying to communicate with someone who lives half way around the world and doesn't quite understand everything you're saying. That's right. I just made up a new word. Unfun. As in, I've had enough unfun for one night.

Don't get me wrong. I think the project manager that I'm working with is great. He's been jumping through hoops right and left for me. It's just that being organized really isn't a strength of mine so coordinating this project has been quite the challenge. And it's often a waiting game back at the office looking for changes to be made before I take the project any further. Most of my work, due to the time difference ends up getting done late at night. And now, if you managed to make your way through this entire post, you officially know way too much unnoteworthy, boring information about my job.

File this under puppy under posts to be deleted.

And in other news, the more I think about being at The Seahawks game on December 26th and not hearing a single mention about the Asian earthquake, aftermath or it's victims, the madder it makes me. If anything calls for a moment of silence/acknowledgement/SOMETHING-FOR-CRYING-OUT-LOUD!, it's thousands of innocent people dying.

Monday, December 27, 2004

Shameless Promotion Vol. I

In case you haven't already found this... Seattle Eats!

Too comatose from all the Tillamook Carmel Butter Pecan Ice Cream I just inhaled to write anything more. However, I will muster up enough energy to express how badly I feel for all you folks that aren't privileged enough to 1) live in the great Pacific Northwest 2) don't have access to Tillamook Ice Cream and 3) don't know any better.

13.5% butterfat. Gnome sane?

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Let's. Go. Seahawks.

Things that make me glad I don't go to NFL games on a regular basis. In no particular order.


Loud sweaty guys with beer.


Guys bundled up in wool sweaters with just a hint of a plaid peeking through from under their jacket. Oh wait, this isn't the "things that make me weak in the knees" list. My bad.

Temperatures below 40 degrees.


Face Painters.

And grown men dressed up like skeletons.

Argh Matey.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Oh Lordy, I love me some Christmas.

Can my mom decorate or what?

I call this one Sixteen Sprizees.

Feliz Navidad Everyone!

Thursday, December 23, 2004

You can run, but you can't hide.

To all the people that have ever randomly IM'd me, be warned that I might, just might, post our conversation for all the InternetS to see, especially if you taunt me with pancakes.

Todd says: yummy pancakes

Kate says: brat

Todd says: they stuck a needle in my back, so I deserved pancakes

Kate says: ewwwww

Kate says: i'd stick a needle in my own back if that's what it takes to get me some damn pancakes

Todd says: you at work?

Kate says: si

Todd says: gh

Kate says: done will all the shopping?

Kate says:gh?

Todd says: yes, well maybenot

Todd says: meant to be ugh

Kate says: hello? ever heard of the space bar?

Kate says: maybeyoushouldtryitouthuh?

Todd says: I need coffee, what they have at pancake haus is not what I consider coffee

Todd says: IHateSpace

Kate says: what do you expect? the average age of people eating there is 60, you think people at that age still have tastebuds in tact? if so, think again.

[this part of the conversation has been edited to protect the innocent]

Kate says: watch out. your 15 minutes of fame is coming for you.

Todd says: I will hide

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Wish'n, Hope'n... Boxes to Open

Last night I met up with HFH, J-Dog, Adriane and The Dude at El Camino. We had a great time. I'd love to recount details about just how much fun was had by all but right now I'm struggling under the dark cloud of a vision blurring headache. And since I don't really get headaches all that often I deal with them about as well as W handles foreign relations; which is to say I CAN'T DEAL WITH MY HEADACHE. GIVE ME DRUGS. LOTS OF THEM. NOW!

Anyways, it was fun. Did I mention that already? Also, we exchanged gifts. Not that the gifts really matter when you've got great friends like I've got but hey, gifts are nice too. HFH got me some lovely cashmere gloves. You'll never guess what color*. J-Dog got me a book. You'll never guess the subject**. Adriane gave me some lovely handmade cards with her photos on the front.

Okay and now I must return back to the subject of my headache because, honestly, at the moment, my headache is the only thing I'm thinking about. I have no idea what the cause could possibly be unless it's a residual effect of the House Margarita that knocked me on my ass last night. It couldn't be to blame, could it? I mean I only had one for crying out loud. Then again, if it isn't to blame why am I craving a cheeseburger this early in the morning?

* Pink! Duh.
** U2 (Specifically, "Killing Bono") Double duh.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

All the U2 News You Can Use

Rumored U2 Dates:
24 & 25: Seattle - Key Arena
28 & 29: Vancouver - GM Place
25, 26: Dublin - Croke Park


Monday, December 20, 2004

Santa ain't got nothin' on me

Have I got a story for you.

So I went to the mall tonight to get my shop on, mostly to get the christmas shopping over and done with once and for all. Like most things in my life, I normally get overly worked up about things I don't want to face, avoid them like the plague and then when I finally can't wait any longer and listen to Nike I find out the actual doing of it wasn't that bad, just the dread. Oh the hours of dreading.

Anyways, so back to mall. I drove around with the rest of the insane in the parking garage circling and circling until I found a space. But now here's the thing. I didn't really take note of where exactly I parked my car. Looking back I'm pretty sure it was 4K. You can see where this is going right? Hold up. Don't get ahead of me.

So a couple hours later I'm two fisted with shopping bags and interesting in buying more but running out of limbs so I decide it's quiting time. I start to head back to my car. I remember the entrance I entered through and exit out to the garage. Then I start walking towards what I think is 4K only I'm on the third level so the only thing I see is 3K, so I think to myself, "Okay, no big deal. Must be the next flight up."

Only I go up to the fourth floor and that's the roof and obviously I didn't draw a map or anything of where I parked but I sure the hell know it was NOT on the roof. So I stumble back down to the third floor and wander around aimlessly for 5-10 minutes thinking to myself what an idiot I am and remembering the infamous Seinfeld with the parking garage. At least I didn't have a bag of fish.

So at this point people that are passing me can tell that I'm lost. I'm giving out that "Ladies and gentleman. This girl is helpless. It's a wonder how she dressed herself this morning" kind of a vibe and this guy pulls up in a truck. He has his window rolled down and he starts trying to chat with me, "Can't find your car?". Well as it turns out he's security and so he offers me a ride in his cab. At first I was a little put off because he didn't look very official. That and also I've watched one too many Lifetime movies. But as it turns out he was very nice and totally legit.

So we are driving around looking for my car and we end up chatting a little bit and he starts telling me all kinds of funny stories. About people who think they parked their car in a certain spot and then when they go back and it's not there they immediately assume their car has been stolen and call the police. I guess this guy's job includes having to drive these people, the ones that are admenant their car was hot wired, around the parking garage to verify they didn't just forget where they actually parked it. He said almost every time the people are just confused and the car is right where they parked it, in a spot they never remember parking in. Man, at least I'm not that much of an idiot.

So, I didn't catch the security guy's name but if you work at BelSquare and you drove around some pathetic girl who couldn't find her VW Passat tonight, thank you Mister.

Oh, and in case you're wondering. My car was found at 2K. Apparently, I multipled by two when I memorized the spot. Good work idiot, good work.

Oh you look so beautiful tonight.

City of Blinding Lights is one of those rare songs that has the ability to spark a place in my memory, that place being Paris, despite the fact that I didn't even hear the song until more than two week after I got back from Europe. Actually I guess it's not that suprising, or maybe even rare for that matter, because when you stop and think about it, clearly that song is love letter to the City of Love.

But for me it is reminiscent of something more. That something more being its ability to jog a place in my memory where I captured the essence of Paris; what it felt like to wander through back alleys, lazily stroll while window shopping and gaze up at the glittering tower of steel and lights for the first time. I'm not even going to mention at this point that I'm completely glazing over the part of my Paris trip in which I was quarantined to my hotel room with the cold from hell sans Nyquil. Yep, definitely not going to mention it.

Anyways, Paris was sparkling and charming and so pretty I thought really hard about ways I could package it up into a cute little paper box, tie it up with a pretty silk ribbon and bring it home with me. But then I got the cold from hell and before I knew it, it was time to go home.

Paris? I'll be back.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Dear Santa,

I've been good, generally speaking. This year I'll take world peace. But if you can't swing that world peace thing, I'll settle for this...

Hugs & Kisses,

I've got... projects on deadline. We're talking close to a thousands and one, all of which are scheduled to wrap this Friday (or before I go insane which most likely, let's be honest, will probably happen first).

...presents yet to be purchased for friend's/family's birthday/christmas gift. pull myself together after all that and head off to a party Friday night in downtown.

And I still haven't figured out that cloning thing so I guess sleep in the next 48 hours is completely out of the question. Enough said.

This is me freaking out. Fer real.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

You go girl!

This just in*. HFH has been offered and accepted a job with The Democrats. HFH? Go on with your big bad self! Congrads!!!

This is awesome for multiple reasons, one of which being that when she refers to doing stuff for/with the Democrats she talks about it like they’re this really cool group of ultra chic people, which I’m assuming she does because...duh, they ARE a really cool group of ultra chic people.

Phrases I am currently prepared to hear more often:

"So last week when I was hanging out with The Democrats..."
"So anyways, I was chilling with The Democrats and.."
"...and then the guy turns to me and says, 'No worries, you’re with The Democrats, right? It’s on me.'"

*Actually this is old news. HFH left me a voicemail last night at 10:15 when I didn’t answer my phone because I’m lame and was already half asleep. Obviously, I'm not the night owl I used to be. Also, I need to check my voicemail a little bit more often than once every 3 days.

Monday, December 13, 2004

Work Smirk

I left work over an hour ago but I'm still working. That is beyond lame. I know I just went on a three week vacation less than two months ago but seriously, I need another vacation.

And by working I mean trying to decipher what the hell this guy who only speaks English as a second language is trying to ask me via IM. I mean, god love him and all (I don't speak any foreign lanuguages or anything so I'll give him props for trying) but fuck if I don't know what the hell he is trying to say. I think I'll go shoot myself now. Or just terminate the IM chat and put this guy out of his misery. Right after I save the conversation in my work IM chat folder, which I should add is appropriately titled "Fucking Ridiculous". I kid you not. You can't make stuff like this up. Advil, I need me some Advil.

J-Dog turns the big two eight.

Yesterday was J-Dog's birthday. I had every intention of posting something then to mark the occasion but as with many things in my life I often tend to put things off because I figure eventually something brilliant will come to me and then voilla, magically my task will be done. Well, not so much with this one. However thinking about what I should write about what a great guy J is got me to thinking about when he first entered into my life.

If memory serves me correctly, HFH and I first met J when he transferred into our AP History class in our junior year of high school. Much of high school I'll admit is a blur, not because of drugs or crazy antics but mostly because it was pretty damn uneventful. When you live in a town where tipping cows or jumping your car off a bumpy road is about as exciting as it gets, you tend to glaze over a lot of uneventfulness. At any rate if it wasn’t for J transferring schools, I never would have met him.

So I’ve known J for over 10 years now and although we lost touch during our college years we reconnected years later because J is one of those friends that you can not see or talk to for inexcusable lengths of time and then when you do finally run into him again it’s just like you never lost touch.

J’s a great sounding board, a great listener, and a great wealth of knowledge (useless and otherwise). He’d make a great competitor on Jeopardy!, has great music and movie tastes, knows how to laugh and make others laugh and isn’t afraid of a good challenge. He’d offer up his spare kidney if he knew you needed it and makes great snarky remarks while watching TV with you. Yes, all this and then some.

You should be so lucky to have someone like J-Dog in your life. Happy Birthday J!

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Things I look for in a breakfast establishment

1. No smoking. Unless I've just rolled out of bed and am in some sweats/old-jeans/clothes-I-never-want-to-wear-again and if that's the case then sure, let the people smoke.

2. Have a current copy of The Stranger and/or The Seattle Weekly. Preferably both.

3. Not look at me funny when I ask for some green Tabasco or hand me some red. Red is so not the same.

4. Immediate seating, menu passing out, ordering and check processing. Basically... no waiting.

5. A waitress that asks me if I want anything to drink like this, "Water, Orange Juice, Bloody Mary?" I'm not even going to order that Bloody Mary. It just seems like all is right with the world when the waitress offers alcohol up that early in the morning. On second thought, maybe I will order one next time so that 2 minutes later I can ask her to "86 it".

Hale's Ale has 1, 2 and 4 covered. Vera's in Ballard has 1, 3, and 4 covered. The Fremont Dock has 2, 3, 4 and 5 covered. So close, yet so far away.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Deck the Hall and then some.

Last night I went to The End's Deck The Hall Ball at the Key. The line up was AMAZING.

Snow Patrol
The Shins
The Killers
Franz Ferdinand
Modest Mouse

Sure I felt slightly out of place with all the high schoolers running around but hey, what can I say? Tickets were only $35. That's a steal even if you're unemployed. (Speaking of which I hope HFH was off somewhere doing something extra fun because if not I'll kick myself for not calling her and offering up the extra ticket we ran across.)

It was raining and on the way back to the car I got soaked. Oh, I should probably already mention that half way back to the car I was standing at a crosswalk waiting for the light to change when a car drove pass, hit a large puddle and... long story short, ended with me COMPLETELY SOAKED. I thought that was the sort of crap that only happened on TV or in the movies. Apparently not.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

You'll never guess what I did tonight.

Let's just say it involved Julia, Jude, Natalie and a guy who's name currently escapes me. What's that? Bingo.

Damn, you're too smart for me. My favorite word for tonight is definitively "disarming".

I left work early, fought traffic for about an hour and ended up in Wallingford about 50 minutes earlier than I needed to be which gave me plenty of time to 1) find more cool boutiques I will be throwing into my regular shopping routine 2) take pictures in Wallingford 3) stand outside of Tully's, peer in at all the cool peeps and then 4) walk by Starbucks and recognize it for the sad ghost town that it is. Everyone who's anyone knows that in Wallingford, Tully's is WHERE. IT. IS. AT.

*I have pictures to prove it but I'm too lazy/tired/sleepy to post at the moment.
**However, a lifetime supply of free FBBs might convince me otherwise.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Potential for so much snarkiness...

...I can hardly contain my excitement!

Onion: The Movie

I'm here to inform people. You're welcome.

P.S. I'm so dedicated to my job that I'm IMing with some folks at my company's office located on another continent right now. You're right. That dedication crap was a stretch. At any rate, it's 10PM and I'm still working.

My favorite part about today?

Having a meeting about a meeting, I mean, an IM about an IM.

No wait, it was listening to my coworker, who’s no small guy, recount the time he was in the hospital and passed out in the shower ending his description of the ordeal with “…and I was like a puddle of sponge bob at the bottom of that shower”. The visual alone had us all hooting with laughter.

No wait, it was at noon when me and 4 of my coworkers ran out to grab a bite. On the way back we started listening to a random 80s CD, singing to "Invisible Touch" and recalling the greatest Genesis video ever, "Land of Confusion". Where are those DC Follies puppets now anyways?

No wait, it definitely later that afternoon when I checked my voicemail and heard "Brad" trying to sell me on his three ring hole punched college rule paper.

Monday, December 06, 2004

I know what you're saying to yourself.

What am I going to get her? No worries. That's why I'm here. If you live in Seattle, go here or here. Or even here.

Why do I know this? Because Saturday I went to West Seattle on what I'll refer to as a date, except not really, because a) I met up with a girl and b) I don't play for that team... not that there's anything wrong with that and c) I'm pretty sure The Dude with have a thing (or 20) to say about me going out on an actual date. I only say it was a "date" because I don't really know this person that well so I didn't know what to expect or how things would go.

Anyway, I met up with her in West Seattle and the reason I say I don't really know her is because, well... frankly, I only know her from my previous job and this one random time when she stopped by my office and we ended up going shopping together. She's very nice and all but as it turns out we don't have much in common, the least of which is she loves yammering on and on, and me? Well, not so much.

I was worried that we wouldn't have anything to chat about but she was a wealth of random stories about random happenings in her life past and present. That's good and bad. It's good because when there's a lull in the conversation, I'm like a deer in the headlights. Nothing comes out of my mouth and there's this bad, ackward silence. I didn't have to worry about that with her because she kept the conversation going. It's bad because she kept the conversation going FOREVER and she didn't seem too interested in what's happening/happened/might-happen in my life so I'm kind of giving up on this new relationship.

So that’s that and since we don't have much in common on top of that, I really don't see this going anywhere. Too bad. I was so ready to add someone new to my short list of friends I could call up should I happen to be arrested, detained, in need of a ride to/from the airport or otherwise in dire need of some assistance. Don't get me wrong. I'm okay with it. Everything can't work out. I'd much rather keep my list short and close rather than long and random.

You know the saying that goes, "keep your friends close and your enemies closer"? That's pure bs if you ask me. Take my advice. Keep your enemies on a do not call list and blocked from IM. Your time is much too precious to be wasted interacting with people that annoy you.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Secret Exploits: The T-shirt

Friday, December 03, 2004

First Annual No IMing Day

Seattle, Washintgon - Today has been declared the first NO IMing Day for Sprizee, in the name of getting her work shit done once and for all. The announcement was made Friday morning before arriving at the office in the hopes that she would actually stick to the plan today. She was last seen shaking her head, mumbling "no more monkey business" and frantically shuffling papers around her desk. She was unavaliable for further comment.

Who can resist the lure of the blinking window? Not me, no sir. We think she'll probably crack under the pressure. Back to you Bob.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Legalize Frostitution

The Wife was down from b'ham today so we went out to lunch at a fancy restaurant. And by fancy I mean Red Robin. Okay, I didn't really mean fancy.

Anywho, I need a nap. Or a cupcake. At this point either one would be a step in right direction.

P.S. I just discovered this.

P.P.S. It was fabulous to see The Wife. Did I mention that part already? At one point she said something to me that had us both laughing so hard that she ended up spitting on me. Maybe you had to be there, but trust me, it was worth it.

P.P.P.S. You know when you've found a good friend? When you've found someone that will tell you if there's some abnormal bump on your eye and that you should go to the doctor and get it checked out. Sure that's a gross example but that's what a good friend is all about. Anyone can tell you “nice hat”. It’s the peeps of the worlds that tell you “What the fuck is that? Get that shit checked out” you should hold onto.

Sweet Dreams

I had this dream I was over at my parents house. A US Military plane flew over the neighbor's yard really low and then came around for another pass. It ditched right there in the neighbor's yard. It was one of those planes that didn't have any doors or windows and you could see all the people on the plane before it was even on the ground. Clearly, this is one part of the dream that only makes sense because, duh... I was dreaming.

For whatever reason I immediately knew the people that had ditched weren't US soliders but Czechians. I wanted to talk to the soliders but my stupid old neighbor, true to form, started yelling at them. She was so freakishly evil that they started running directly into the woods. What a bitch. You have no idea how long it took me to coach them back out of the woods. Oh and also they didn't speak any English. I was so disappointed. Why? Because I really wanted to know if any of them were from Prague.

What was that all about? Dreams are odd. Anyways, I'm sure this has nothing to do to my recent trip to Prague or the Czech Republic.

Um, yeah.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Marketing Supervisor

"The Spriz is like the King of Beers. Only, marketing. Sometimes I say, what about Low Carb... and Spriz looks at me all weird. Anyway, this one time, I was trying to get rid of my WMDs. The press was hot on my tail and well... it doesn't look good when you're harvesting weapons that can potentially mass destruct. The Spriz found a buyer for me. ON EBAY no less. WHEW. I was so relieved."

I think Smurphy is embellishing a little. First of all, I don't think some halloween candy from 1997 can legitimately be referred to as a weapon of mass destruction. But we did manage to get some fool to pay over 2k after I modified the listing to include the words "face of Mary".