Office Space

In my channel surfing tonight, I stumbled across Office Space on AMC. While I don't consider this a classic, I had forgotten how funny this is.

"Can you make it so that when I come home from work I feel as if I'd been fishing all day?"

Instead of fishing, I'd try drinking.

This might have to be something for my DVD collection.

"It's 3:30, how come you're not at work?"

"Because I didn't feel like it."

Too bad reality isn't Office Space

Rant of the woman who's not a size 6!!!

I overheard this conversation this girl in the building next door was having about how proud she was that she fit into her size 6 jeans. I pretended not to hear while silently throttling her in my imagination.

This isn't petty jealousy. And granted, I am about 5-6" taller than this girl. But I used to wear size 6 pants (twice). Back in my high school days, I could fit into size 6 jeans, but wore a lot of 32" Levis. The second time I was into a size 6 was early last year when I had my celiac flare and dropped 45 pounds in about six weeks.

Ironically, wearing a size 6 in high school was attractive to guys. Me wearing a size 6 last year, and guys were told me straight up that I didn't look too healthy. Okay, in retrospect I WASN'T healthy, but I felt ready to model bikinis.

Over the last year and half, I've slowly put back the 45 pounds. And people are telling me how great I look, not so sickly skinny. I would like to lose 10-15 pounds, but it won't be the end of the world if I don't. But I definately don't want to gain more weight.

My potential "Mr. Right" says that I look great as is. I'm not a size 6, but with my tall height, I can get away with a slightly larger pant size. But it's definately an inspiration to try and watch my carbs and chocolate.

Now most women would say that they would love a diet where most foods are off limits, but chocolate is okay. It's a great diet to a size 24! I think that's the hardest part of living with celiac - acceptable convience food is a Milky Way candy bar instead of a "Healthy Choice" dinner.

Just smile while gritting my teeth

I get a call from a lab that we closely associate with. Last week I helped them install Mac OS 10.4 by booting via firewire. Today she asks if I have any old System Install disks:

ME: "How old do you mean?" Silently praying that I haven't finally gotten rid of the 7.6 floppy disks (all 14 of them).

Other lab: "Seven six?"

ME: "Well I'll look and if I can find them, I'll bring them over, okay?"

Anyway, I get over there with my disks, and it turns out that they HAVE a PowerMacintosh 7600 and simply want the drive zeroed before it gets surplused. Well, the 7.6 system disks are worthless, but my TechTool boot CD did the job nicely.

I understand that if you're a PC person, the Mac world is quite foreign. But she's been in this lab for two years now (which is all Mac machines). I'm sure she doesn't care about the difference, so I just smiled and nodded *sigh*

At least I got some exercise in by having to make several trips back and forth between our labs (which are in different buildings).

This isn't your Father's Tombstone

I read an article this morning about Old West to faux West in Tombstone, AZ. Tombstone may lose its historic landmark status because business owners are altering old buildings and trying to pass them off for 1880's.

While I'm not surprised at this report, it does make me sad. I haven't been to Tombstone in about four years, and even then it felt like a tourist show. It could have been Rawhide with bars and a museum of southeast Arizona. While I enjoyed having drinks with family at the Crystal Palace, the second floor facade is a let-down. I perfer the way it was - but that's just the history buff in me.