My PC threw up its arms last night and called “uncle” just before it blew out its own power supply. This, of course, was a complete surprise to me, as I was sitting in front of it, minding my own business, reading incredibly important things on howstuffworks, when suddenly it decided it would restart. “Fine,” thought I, “but if you’re going to restart, I want to know why. This just isn’t like you.” At this point, some loud fire-cracker-type noises were heard from under the desk, and the smell of burning electronics was whiffed. The monitor went dark, and the cat flew from my lap, contemplating a possible fire.

I commenced with turning off the power strip and unplugging everything from the back, and took my baby from its little cubby-hole in the desk, cradling its hot smelly dead boxiness. I refrained from crying, at least at that point, as the heat from the power supply was quite hot indeed, and its heaviness was causing my arms to feel pain. I set it on the floor next to its home and waited for it to cool down a bit. It is heading to the doctor’s tonight after work to get all better; hopefully to be done by Monday, as I have plenty of work that needs to be done that can only be performed by it. Thank goodness we have 3 other computers in the house – I don’t know what people do when they only have 1 and it breaks. Until then, I have the trusty server to use, which also needs a new power supply. Snap!

Before the tragedy struck, I was enjoying a little journey I like to call “surfing.” The internets were providing some good entertainment, such as:
Spamusement – if you like explodingdog, you’ll love this.

I also spent some time figuring out that I, contrary to popular belief, do indeed act my age:

That is all for now. Ben and I are off to Sun Valley for the weekend, where I will search for a florist that will cater to my every whim for less than $200. Pictures from the seder? They'll get here soon enough.

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I have this well of jealousy currently filling up with its green murkiness in the middle of my chest today. The Redhead made it to his temporary abode in Queens on Saturday, fresh from the drunkiest drunken churchagogo that I’ve ever personally attended. New York seems to be this really kickass place – I mean, I haven’t been there in years, but I’m really really wanting to visit now. I know that it is somewhere I would never live – too damned cold in the winter, too damned hot (and stinky) in the summer. But just the people… they’re all so cute, and tough. All of the NYC blog kids that I read just seem like they would be people I would totally hang out with and threaten to cut at the slightest provocation. And they would be cool with that.

Now that the Urban(e) Tribe is spreading so thinly, I feel as if it’s almost my time to go. Where, I don’t know at this point. All I do know is that I am so v. ready to leave here. Even with the incredible weather today, Boise is totally dragging me down. Holding me back, even.

This past weekend was filled with a lot of non-sleep, alcohol, good food, too many cigarettes, too much money, and Jews. Pesach at our house got started late (of course), and there were some instances of things not going exactly right (matzah-ball explosion = matzah soup = not yummy). But mostly everything turned out well on our end. The Lubavitcher seder I attended last night rocked my pants off (erm, I was wearing a skirt, but still), and though Ben didn’t attend, I felt equally welcome as everyone else.

Pictures forthcoming. If you can’t wait, see last year’s seder.

**EDIT** can’t find the pictures of last year’s seder for some reason. So, you’ll just have to wait. Suck it up. Instead, here’s a picture of Jerusalem taken by Ben when he was there last summer.

**EDIT EDIT**
Eep! There are pictures of aforementioned drunky churchagogo (incl. some of me -- obligatory pink sweater) up at loler's site!

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I’m currently attempting to not be so damned melancholy. Of course, I don’t really know how I’ve had the time to become melancholy anyhow – my hours are filled, but I don’t seem to be getting v. much pleasure out of anything right now. Case in point: Ben (I guess he doesn’t like being called “the b”) and I went out to sushi last night. While it was good flavorful sushi (and soup and salad and tako and tamago were yummy), and I enjoyed eating it, it didn’t make me euphoric like it normally does.

This may also have to do with the whole lack-of-time thing. I feel like I rarely ever get to see my friends. Gabby works when everyone else is available, Amychan’s in France, The Redhead is leaving for NYC tomorrow morning (never to return -- leaving me sans alley-neighbor), and the current European kids just aren’t returning home soon enough for me. The blogs I stalk haven't been updated enough to satiate my needs. Even the advent of the great cook-off for Pesach isn’t holding my attention too well.

My scalp is pissing me off due to the dry weather. My nails are far too long and atrocious. My muscles are sore. I’m starting to get frequent headaches. Spring has yet to wow me with its presence. I spilled lemonade on my sweater. Complain, complain, complain.

I’ll be back later with pictures after the weekend. Have a lovely Pesach.

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The freakout is pretty much over. After going through the guest list this last weekend, and finding out that it’s not as bleak as I was thinking it is, I calmed down a lot. I’m still a bit worried about how many people are actually going to show up, but whaddya gonna do? If anything, it’s only going to be a few people more than I want, which is fine, really.

So the steps to follow will be: starting to pay the people with large bills, figuring out how many pipers exactly are needed (seriously), and ordering the bleeding invitations already. I have been so sooo lazy on the invitation front, mostly because I know that they’ll get here really quickly (at least, they should).

And, of course, Pesach starts on shabbos this week, so I’ve been trying to clean and keep things cleaned so I don’t have to freak out on Friday beforehand. One thing that’s gotten better over the years in Boise is the availability of kosher-for-passover foods: even though they’re far too pricey for my blood, I suck it up and purchase all the matzos I need the week beforehand, because I know that it will be gone very quickly. Expect more pictures on Sunday of our dinner – it’s always a big hoo-doo. The only problem with Pesach is that we don’t have anyone over for dinner, so it tends to draaaggg on and on – and I don’t think that any of my friends (most of which aren’t v. into religion full-stop) would be willing to sit through 3 hours of reading, 4 glasses of wine, then finally eating. At least Gabby is purchasing my chametz so I don’t have to half-ass and stick it in the basement.

Last Saturday, I stayed up well past my bedtime to hang out with the (soon-to-be) NYC boy and his sister, Marijo. We had a wonderful time driving about town attempting to find a chill place to eat and enjoy adult libations that was open at 10pm. After driving all. the. way. out to Berryhill (WTF for being closed, Berryhill!), then back home to drop off my car, we ended up at Mai Thai, which I suggest for food at any time. However, this time I enjoyed the Mai Thai Mai Thai, and let me tell you - it was de-lish-us. Seriously. Then we proceeded to 10th St. Station to converse some more in a smoke-filled room, where i stared at Lola, Mondy, and Margaret from across the room. Marijo will definitely be coming to more church-a-longs in the future.

Other than that, I’m sure there’ll be more updates towards the end of the week, with me going completely nuts in another direction.

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I’m having a mini-freakout right now. It’s yet to become external, but my heart is pounding rapidly in my chest, and I’m feeling more than a bit woozy.

The wedding is totally stressing me out at this point. Even though at home, we’re having fun planning the trip to Scotland afterwards, it seems like around every corner, another guest is inviting him or herself and his or her dog (neice, grandchildren, neighbor). This is, of course, all on the B’s side of the line – I don’t think they are realizing that we’re (read: me) are paying for most of this ourselves (read: not the B's mom, not my mom). I’m having to be more frugal than I ever have been before so I can make sure I can actually pay for all of these things. Suddenly the whole east-coast brood of the B’s family is coming. These are the offspring of his great-uncle. I’m thinking that his extended family is far more close than mine, because, as I wouldn’t mind seeing my great-aunt Nore or great-aunt Helen, they’re not coming to my wedding (as far as I know), and neither are their children.

This is so totally going to turn me into a bridezilla – Amy, have pity on me – you get to jet off to France for a few weeks, and I have to stay here and deal with this. The wedding was originally planned for 30-50 people, and now it’s ending up to be more than 100. Thank G-d my mother is paying for the reception – with just my expenses, I have to come up with 5k in the next 5 months. And hopefully more money than that. I’m cutting corners where I can, but for every corner I cut, another guest comes up and rebuilds it. I’m taking on extra work for more money, but it never seems like it’s going to be enough.

Even with half of this stuff already paid for, I’m this close to just going downtown and getting the civil ceremony over with and eloping.

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News flash!
There were snow flurries yesterday morning, and I had to scrape my car windows this morning. The sun is taunting me, coming out from behind clouds and haze just long enough for a quick goodbye, then it's gone like someone about to embark on a walk of shame. Le sigh.

There are posters with pictures of this person all over my workplace. This is really freaking me out. I want them to go away.

It would seem that I'm just in some kind of poo-ish mood, but I'm really not - I've been having fun installing new plugins for MT, also bringin back some of the ones I had before the upgrade to reduce my spam. For someone that gets hardly any hits, I get a ton of spambot activity. Anybot, check out my new reading list under the handy-dandy "current reads" link over there on the right.

Other news is:
My day:

wake up
work
go home
gym
dinner
bed

Happy April.

PS. In case you didn't know, the pope is dead. This, however, did not stop the catholics from going to church.

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