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I am SUCH a SPAZ! My KITH Quiz was scored completely wrong due to a screw-up with the questions and my having to re-enter them in a different order. I had no idea. I am NOT Scott. I am Mark.

Everyone's results are tainted, like unsolicited mail from New Jersey. I'm sorry. I fixed it so if you want to take the quiz again you can find out who you REALLY are.

Sigh. I am such a failure.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:49 AM | shower me with attention

serra asks:

ok, how bad is it for me to admit that i couldn't get past the first 40 pages of fellowship of the ring?

I couldn't get past ten.

I know I just discussed this in another forum, but I have to repeat: any book where I'm advised to "get past the first hundred pages", not for me. And I tried more than once. Just didn't happen.

'Course that was years ago, and since the movie looks pretty cool I might try again to read it just because I hate seeing a movie first. But I have my doubts.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 AM | shower me with attention

Tilly came through for me, the darling. It should really be called "Tilly's Online Shrine to Dave Foley". I'm totally capitalizing on her good work. God, this move is turning into a pain in the ass. My Knight in Shining Armour is helping me fix my directory problems so my KITH shots will be visible once more. He's been my guiding light, my source of technical wisdom, and my comforting presence throughout this wholly self-inflicted trial.

Tonight, tonight, tonight! Gina, me, my mom, a car, a bunch of CDs, a road, an Emerald City and a Wizard in the distance and the glittering spectre of a Good Witch to guide our journey... this is going to be the fastest trip to Toronto ever. We'll get there in one of the ungodly a.m.'s-- 4 or 5-- tonight, and leave Sunday morning or early afternoon. But Saturday is all about looooove, baby-- Mark love, that is. We're going to see his play, "Fully Committed", along with Toronto Steph and my friend Tommy, from school. (He's the Canadophile/KITH freak I met in sociology class last term. He's flying up for the weekend.)

I had to take my backpack to work today, and I suffered a critical lack in judgement, I think, by packing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, for the book alone exceeds the cumulative weight of the clothes and toiletries also crammed into its straining canvas bounds. I'd better remember to buy Dramamine-- what an unholy irony it would be for me to have packed this monstrous tome only to be unable to read it in the car? (To read in a car without Dramamine is to ascend the throneship of the Kingdom of Quease.)

I'm terribly pleased about this trip. One of the most pleasing aspects, to me, is the fact of my mom coming. We had such a great time in Disney World together last July. It stuns me to think that just a few years ago, the only reason my mom would come on a weekend trip would be because I'd be too anxious to go somewhere without her. Overnight plus far away plus no mom equalled unthinkable. Not so now. Now she's coming because she's such a big Mark McKinney (and Toroonto and weekend getaway) fan that the thought of missing this play is the unthinkable factor. Terribly pleasing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, November 08, 2001

Aw crap, I just remembered I had a page called "feat.html" that had all those snaps of Dave from the DVD featurettes. I can't find those anywhere. Dagnabbit! Tilly, where are you??

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:36 PM | shower me with attention

Well, and I'll tell you the problem with my moving to the hosting service that Fact Girl recommended: yes, it's more space for less money, yes it's free unlimited extra space, yes to all that good stuff. The problem is, I am not smart.

I am not smart.

I had backups of most of the files on tavie.com, but a lot of them were things I updated without really saving the new html on disk. And I cancelled my old hosting service account before I could download them. So I had to spend all last night pawing through old Superdisks, praying all the files were on there, waiting for endless uploads to finish, and finally resorting to cached google pages for the stuff that I didn't have saved. How pathetic is that?

Anyhow, I think I have almost everything back to normal, except for the pesky problem that none of the goils seem to be able to blog. But that's my fault. I'm workin' on it.

Meanwhile, if you notice anything missing from Daveland, I'd appreciate your pointing me in that direction.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:17 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, November 07, 2001

I'll upload tavie.com to the new server tonight.

Gah, I hate this liminality!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, November 06, 2001

I'm so lame.

According to my own quiz, I'm Scott. Whoopee!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:22 PM | shower me with attention

Moving my domain to another host. There will be several days of panic and confusion.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:23 PM | shower me with attention

Right on with the eating-plan, serra. I stayed with it for a year and I lost 40 pounds. I started eating crap again and I gained most of it back.

I started abstaining from all the stuff I really LIKE again 8 days ago. (I would live quite blissfully on a diet that consisted soley of crunchy Chinese noodles, Saltines, pop tarts and Reese's peanut butter cups) I happier with myself, but I... miss the crunchies. Sigh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:00 AM | shower me with attention

My Smurf name is Moo Goo Gai Smurf (if I just put in "Tavie") or New-and-Improved Smurf (if I add the last name), or my favourite, Colicky Smurf (If I use the full first and last names).

Actually, no, I like Moo Goo Gai Smurf best. That is my name.

I should really start working now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:55 AM | shower me with attention

They're gutting the streets by Trinity church. Where there used to be asphalt and cars lined up there is now a street-wide trench, about five feet deep, exposing bundles of white pipes. Up and down the sidewalks are trucks balancing heavy cement markers, trucks full of equipment, wooden barricades, and men in Con Ed hats. Some of them carry drills that make extremely loud noises. Behind all of this is this sweet little church, brown and sleepy with its bright green graveyard. And worming our ways up what's left of the sidewalks, towards Wall Street's marble capitalist glory, are we, the commuters. We are cold. We are slow because we can no longer walk up the middle of the low-traffic street-that-was. We are late for work. But so is everyone else.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:41 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, November 05, 2001

My slipper-buying plan failed miserably. There are, apparently, no slippers to be found in the immediate Wall Street vicinity. However, after walking around in the cold, the office feels relatively warm, and so I will deal with it and bring slippers from home tomorrow. Or come to work in my fleece-lined boots.

My boss said they may hire one of us to stay on here, permanently or semi-permanently, and she's leaning towards me. I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I do so enjoy having money (although I owe it all and more to American Express) and I'm hearing that it's difficult, these days, to find temp work. It would be nice to have something steady.

On the other hand, I'm tired of getting up early every day. Can't I put off being an adult for awhile longer, say, the million years or so it will take me to get out of college? But worse than that, I feel guilty. I was planning to take a "break" from employment after this job ended, but my fellow temp, Jason, is looking for a permanent position, and he has a family to support. My boss is pushing for me-- I didn't quite understand her reasoning, but somehow it's better for them to have someone who's in school. And I think she just likes me better. But I would be taking a job away from a guy who really needs it. However, I told her, yay! That would be great! Thank you so much!

This is all iffy, of course-- they may just transfer someone they already have to the job, or decide not to keep anyone, or whatever, but if they do, it'll be me.

I know, Tarzan play world's tiniest violin. Anyway, work is good, right? Keeps me from sleeping all day.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:41 PM | shower me with attention

It is insanely freezing in here. My feet feel like the snow you scrape off tv-dinner boxes.

This is my plan. In half an hour I go to lunch. I find a store that sells slippers. I purchase a pair of extremely warm slippers, preferably lines with fleece. I wear them secretly under my desk, remembering to hide them in the drawer and put on my real shoes when I get up to go to the bathroom.

It is a good plan. I hope it is successful.

Brrrrr.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:29 PM | shower me with attention

Trivial fact of the day:

When I was in junior high we had a music teacher named Mr Rosenberg. He was an aging hippie who always had a pack of cigarettes in his sleeve. He made us learn the words to Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, Harry Nilsson, and Crosby, Stills and Nash songs, among others. When one of us was caught with our feet on a chair, he would stop what he was saying, turn a steely eye on the offender, and repeat, with the rest of the class gleefully shrieking along,

"Get your fat feet off the fine furniture and keep 'em flat on the floor and that's final."

I just thought everyone should know that.

He also did an hilarious impression of teenage girls fainting over the Beatles. And he described his hairdo of the late 50's as "fried, dyed and flipped to the side".

Good old Mr. Ro'.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:31 AM | shower me with attention

The number 2 train sings. I got on it today to take it one stop, Broadway-Nassau to Wall Street, and after the doors closed as it was pulling away, I heard three high, warbling notes. They were sounded like music and I looked around to see whose headphones they were coming from, and they were coming from the train itself. Three perfect notes, almost reminiscent of part of the opening to the old Star Trek series, but prettier, and the last note holds as the percussion of grinding subway-metal joins it. I found it quite pretty. Was it Mark McKinney or Paul Bellini who said, "Find beauty in the banal, for it is everywhere"?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:20 AM | shower me with attention

Gina said:

Actually, Linn, it was me who started the "Geek Love" fest. It was my book club book and I passed it along to Tavie, who passed it to Nina.

That's funny, I was thinking about that before I fell asleep last night and meant to post about it today. It was you, not Nina, who started the Geek Love mania among the Goils.

I think Linn's story is fascinating. Why is she getting hate mail for pointing out a possible act of plagiarism? I'd love to read the review she responded to, but it's probably in Swedish. I would grill her for more information, but bitch doesn't answer her email anymore. {g}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:17 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, November 04, 2001

I love to say the name "Jorje". Hoorhay. Hoorhay. Hoorhay. It's like a little celebration every time I say it. Too bad I don't know anyone named Jorje. I have no real reason to say it. Hoorhay. Hoorhay. Hoorhay.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:07 PM | shower me with attention

Joan Rivers needs to be fired immediately. She needs to be fired five years ago. She needs to be gone. No severance pay. She needs bags of flaming dog poo where her parking space once was.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:29 PM | shower me with attention

Gina and I went to see Monsters, Inc. last night. It was really, really adorable. I love Sully. I knew I would anyway, because I love John Goodman. And I love Steve Buscemi.

Almost all of the previews looked really good, too. Especially Harry Potter (duh), and the rerelease of E.T., which is one of the first movies I ever saw in a theatre.

Good times.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:28 AM | shower me with attention