<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:09:40.086-07:00</updated><category term='NHL'/><category term='sculpture'/><category term='dad'/><category term='angry kid'/><category term='3 hour commute'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='art'/><category term='office space'/><category term='dangerous'/><category term='tulip mania'/><category term='web2summit'/><category term='work'/><category term='cars'/><category term='engaged'/><category term='vet'/><category term='voting'/><category term='future'/><category term='pics'/><category term='romance'/><category term='drama'/><category term='visualization'/><category term='business'/><category term='quantum physics'/><category term='hartz'/><category term='trucks'/><category term='aarp'/><category term='red wings'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='experiments'/><category term='geek'/><category term='poison'/><category term='photons'/><category term='movie'/><category term='blah blah blah'/><category term='new office'/><category term='pictures of random things'/><category term='yoda'/><category term='petsmart'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='harley davidson'/><category term='switzerland'/><category term='sick'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='space'/><category term='tour'/><category term='irony'/><category term='sentrypro xfc'/><category term='random photos'/><category term='barbie'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='doll'/><category term='random things'/><category term='fun for all'/><category term='breaking news'/><category term='sex'/><category term='memories'/><category term='wordle'/><category term='stupid celebrities'/><category term='high school'/><category term='seargent'/><category term='petco'/><category term='lawsuit'/><category term='complicated'/><category term='WTF?'/><category term='L&apos;Anse'/><category term='learning'/><category term='science'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='gas prices'/><category term='women'/><category term='LHS class of 89'/><category term='tech'/><category term='brainfood'/><category term='old'/><category term='suspended'/><category term='brands'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='politics'/><category term='bills'/><category term='blather'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='simple'/><category term='stupid surveys'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='book'/><category term='bad marketing'/><category term='old school'/><category term='bubble'/><category term='beasley'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='demographics'/><category term='crayons'/><category term='nichi'/><category term='cool'/><category term='class action'/><category term='sharks'/><category term='roommates'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='spice girls'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='men'/><category term='playoffs'/><category term='emergency'/><category term='fail'/><category term='smashed face'/><category term='data'/><category term='fairytale'/><category term='lanse'/><title type='text'>What? Me?!</title><subtitle type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt; and times of a self-proclaimed &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/DramaQueen" rel="tag"&gt;drama queen&lt;/a&gt;...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-5482269257192720880</id><published>2010-03-05T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:22:25.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seargent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentrypro xfc'/><title type='text'>Follow up on SentryPro ordeal</title><summary type='text'>So after months of waiting for them to respond to my complaints, I found the email addresses of their CEO and VP of Products and sent them the following email:

Subject: Worst Customer Support Experience EVER
Dear Mr. Adamson and Mr. Scharf,

I FedExed the following memo with the required documentation and information to your company after my dogs were poisoned by your product, SentryPro XFC, at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2010/03/follow-up-on-sentrypro-ordeal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5482269257192720880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5482269257192720880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2010/03/follow-up-on-sentrypro-ordeal.html' title='Follow up on SentryPro ordeal'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-3085226146684341756</id><published>2010-02-05T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:24:28.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulip mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>I just find this incredibly fascinating...</title><summary type='text'>Will we *ever* learn from mistakes of the past? I'm guessing no. An excerpt from the executive summary of the book The Brand Bubble by John Gerzema:


Tulipmania and Inflated Brands
 In 1841, Charles Mackay wrote a book
called "Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds"
to describe various marketing phenomena. Of special note was
his passage on “Tulipmania,” an occurrence that </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Brand-Bubble-Looming-Crisis-Value/dp/047018387X' title='I just find this incredibly fascinating...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-find-this-incredibly-fascinating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3085226146684341756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3085226146684341756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-find-this-incredibly-fascinating.html' title='I just find this incredibly fascinating...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-1235647987789688523</id><published>2009-10-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:43:37.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun for all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 hour commute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office space'/><title type='text'>Just a  few observations from our first day in the new office...</title><summary type='text'>If there is a soda vending machine anywhere in the building I'll be damned if I can find it. But, that's okay! We'll just hold our afternoon meetings from the street and sidewalk  while we schlepp all the way over to 7-11 to get our chocolate or Diet Coke fixes around 3 pm. That will, at least, keep us productive and *collaborative* (not to mention allowing us to showcase our novel problem </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-few-observations-from-our-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/1235647987789688523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/1235647987789688523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-few-observations-from-our-first.html' title='Just a  few observations from our first day in the new office...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-7434170214898640706</id><published>2009-10-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:07:53.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web2summit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='data'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visualization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complicated'/><title type='text'>I just love Wordle, don't you?</title><summary type='text'>

These are the most common words written in blogs, news stories and discussions about this past week's Web 2.0 Summit. I love beautifully visualized themes and concepts and Wordle just takes all of the noise, chatter and chaos and distills it down to a simple, lovely picture. I think that's just sublime. 

Sometimes, at work, I'll pull the copy from a really technical, dry, complicated email </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-love-wordle-dont-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7434170214898640706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7434170214898640706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-love-wordle-dont-you.html' title='I just love Wordle, don&apos;t you?'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-4670601534255613775</id><published>2009-10-23T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:24:40.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights from the Web 2.0 Summit</title><summary type='text'>
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I  wanted to share a link to the Bing demo I saw at the Web 2.0 Summit  this week. It’s worth a watch if you’re interested in why there is so  much buzz about them right now. I’m  most definitely *not* a Microsoft fan but this demo was really very cool.


The actual demo starts at the 9:10 marker. Check it out at http://</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.web2summit.com' title='Highlights from the Web 2.0 Summit'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/10/highlights-from-web-20-summit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4670601534255613775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4670601534255613775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/10/highlights-from-web-20-summit.html' title='Highlights from the Web 2.0 Summit'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-3104955412515222711</id><published>2009-09-22T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:53:09.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dangerous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seargent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentrypro xfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hartz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petsmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Video of poor, sick Yoda</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/video-of-poor-sick-yoda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3104955412515222711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3104955412515222711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/video-of-poor-sick-yoda.html' title='Video of poor, sick Yoda'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-1673677326462848054</id><published>2009-09-22T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:51:48.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dangerous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seargent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentrypro xfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hartz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petsmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichi'/><title type='text'>Video of Nichi's pathology</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/video-of-nichis-pathology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/1673677326462848054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/1673677326462848054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/video-of-nichis-pathology.html' title='Video of Nichi&apos;s pathology'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-6478974864448401234</id><published>2009-09-22T12:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:03:24.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seargent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentrypro xfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hartz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichi'/><title type='text'>Update on dogs...</title><summary type='text'>Dogs are going through what the vet says will be the worst of it last night and today. It was a very *long* night... I've been on the phone all morning trying to get someone high up enough at Seargent/Hartz to take my call so I can tell them the following:

As company responses to customer crises go? *Epic* FAIL.
That they owe me almost $2000 in vet bills. Cash only, kthxbai.
If they don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/6478974864448401234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/6478974864448401234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-dogs.html' title='Update on dogs...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-772809503531949336</id><published>2009-09-21T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:46:35.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Wow... 10 years old?</title><summary type='text'>It just occurred to me that I've been blogging for almost 11 years. I don't know if that makes me feel like a really old-school geek or just old. Or just a geek. What do you think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-10-years-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/772809503531949336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/772809503531949336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-10-years-old.html' title='Wow... 10 years old?'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-5997303083012826500</id><published>2009-09-21T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:26:34.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emergency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentrypro xfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hartz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawsuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichi'/><title type='text'>SentryPro XFC will POISON your animals! Do NOT use!</title><summary type='text'>SentryPro XFC is EVIL, POISONOUS and I want to share this story so other people don't have to go through the same thing I and (apparently) thousands of other pet owners have gone or are going through right now.I bought this stuff because I had run out of Advantage and it was a holiday weekend so I couldn't refill at their regular vet. I applied it on Thursday night of of Labor Day weekend. On </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentrypro-xfc-will-poison-your-animals.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5997303083012826500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5997303083012826500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentrypro-xfc-will-poison-your-animals.html' title='SentryPro XFC will POISON your animals! Do NOT use!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-7978451179398193450</id><published>2009-06-24T17:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:48:48.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demographics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aarp'/><title type='text'>Why does AARP want me so bad?!</title><summary type='text'>Dear AARP,Hi there. You don't know me (clearly... as I will painstakingly point out in this email) but my name is Jaimee. I am a - female- US citizen- college educated- voting- gainfully employed- pet owning- renter- with an income of more than ${okay, this is really none of your business}- who doesn't own a car- and has no dependents.Nice to meet you. Now, the reason I am writing to you is this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-does-aarp-want-me-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7978451179398193450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7978451179398193450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-does-aarp-want-me-so-bad.html' title='Why does AARP want me so bad?!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-2826796933851305674</id><published>2009-06-02T00:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:17:14.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smashed face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beasley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry kid'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Beasley</title><summary type='text'>Mrs. Beasely was a doll that had a hard plastic face that I used to practice kissing when I was, like, 5 years old. I vividly remember getting so pissed off about something one day that I swung her by the feet and smashed her face in. It didn't break. Instead, she now looked like she forgot to put her teeth in. Her glasses never fit quite right after that again, either. She ended up creeping me </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.feelingretro.com/toys/Girl-Toys/mrs-beasley.php' title='Mrs. Beasley'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/06/mrs-beasley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/2826796933851305674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/2826796933851305674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/06/mrs-beasley.html' title='Mrs. Beasley'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3jpwTjPKck/SiTQMnD1f4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/w1lg7Q5G0Do/s72-c/beasley_a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-4057036144008400848</id><published>2009-04-10T02:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:53:07.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairytale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Holy shit. I'm engaged.</title><summary type='text'>Talk about a long story... girl meets boy about 20 years ago and happiness ensues. Then graduation approaches and boy breaks girl's heart. Boy goes off on his own path, girl goes off on hers. For the next two decades they both make mistakes, do stupid things, seek peace, search for themselves only to find out through coincidence that they've both been randomly, throughout the years, looking for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-shit-im-engaged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4057036144008400848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4057036144008400848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-shit-im-engaged.html' title='Holy shit. I&apos;m engaged.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-5390250392242110065</id><published>2009-02-11T19:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:50:07.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LHS class of 89'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspended'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lanse'/><title type='text'>More tales from the Yoop...</title><summary type='text'>It struck me today, after my previous post, how fun it is to think back to my junior high and high school days and remember all of the stupid things I've never gotten in trouble for. There are, however, some things I caught hell for...Like the time Polly Hollon and I (at least, I think she was in there with me) got busted smoking in the first floor bathroom by Mrs. Magnusson. [Man she was mean. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-tales-from-yoop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5390250392242110065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5390250392242110065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-tales-from-yoop.html' title='More tales from the Yoop...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-9131245259952749878</id><published>2009-02-10T19:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:46:03.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LHS class of 89'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;Anse'/><title type='text'>Dear God. It's my 20th High School Reunion this year.</title><summary type='text'>Need I say more? Okay... maybe just a little (or alot) more. Like remembering when I got drunk on strawberry schnapps in the 9th grade and puked all over Tammy Paquette's mom's bathroom rug (it was pink... much like my puke - which made me even sicker at the time). Bless Tammy's mom's heart - she never breathed a word of it to my dad.And then, just to reinforce the nickname "Puker", a year and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-god-its-my-20th-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/9131245259952749878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/9131245259952749878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-god-its-my-20th-high-school.html' title='Dear God. It&apos;s my 20th High School Reunion this year.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-4615304421175721526</id><published>2009-01-29T20:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:19:58.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;           1024x768   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4615304421175721526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4615304421175721526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-1792627648094180490</id><published>2009-01-18T19:02:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:51:50.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><title type='text'>I just don't understand...</title><summary type='text'>So I have this friend who had a one night stand with this guy last, like, May or June... they only slept together once and after that when they saw each other (frequently because of the circles they move in) it was not a comfortable situation. Long story short, it was more to her than to him and she had a hard time coming to that conclusion. She still hasn't. In fact, as I type this I can hear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/1792627648094180490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/1792627648094180490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-7915701475341016251</id><published>2009-01-10T20:12:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:51:50.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>What a tumultuous year...</title><summary type='text'>My life has run the gamut over the past 12 months and just when it seems to have evened out I find myself in a roommate situation with a dear friend who is some sort of weird combination of all of the bad/crazy ways my mom and dad have been. I mean, let me preface this by saying I love her to death -- she's been there for me in ways not even my own blood has been, she's the only person who can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7915701475341016251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7915701475341016251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-tumultuous-year.html' title='What a tumultuous year...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-3352459341323072999</id><published>2008-03-19T08:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:13:33.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas prices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harley davidson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Irony at it's best.</title><summary type='text'>My dad hasa 2006 Chevy "Intimidator" Silverado SS pickup trucka 1998 Chevy Silverado Z-71 pickup trucka 2001 Chevrolet Camaro Z28 (and yes, it's bitchin)TWO Harley-Davidson motorcyclesa Honda motorcyclea 2006 Yamaha Raptor 350 4-wheelersitting in his garage at this very moment. What does he bitch about at least once per day?The price of gas.Irony is, indeed, alive and well in Upper Michigan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3352459341323072999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3352459341323072999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2008/03/irony-at-its-best.html' title='Irony at it&apos;s best.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-7494129710856354666</id><published>2007-10-12T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:14:29.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switzerland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quantum physics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Ok, two words? Effing cool.</title><summary type='text'>Swiss to protect voting data with 'unbreakable' quantum encryptionA new "unbreakable" encryption method will be keep votes safe for citizens in the Swiss canton (state) of Geneva in the country's upcoming national elections, officials said Thursday. The city-state will use quantum technology to encrypt election results as they are sent to the capital on Oct. 21, said Nicolas Gisin of the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.siliconvalley.com/latestheadlines/ci_7149825?nclick_check=1' title='Ok, two words? Effing cool.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7494129710856354666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/7494129710856354666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-two-words-effing-cool.html' title='Ok, two words? Effing cool.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-4987207734936186504</id><published>2007-09-01T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:54:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This lonliness</title><summary type='text'>is self induced. It's time to make some new friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4987207734936186504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4987207734936186504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-lonliness.html' title='This lonliness'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-8243194404484832770</id><published>2007-08-07T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:53:39.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crayons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sculpture'/><title type='text'>Two posts in a single day - aren't YOU lucky?!</title><summary type='text'>Pete Goldlust's intricate carved crayons are too cool not to share.Perhaps one has a little too much time on their hands maybe?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.petegoldlust.com/carvedcrayons.html' title='Two posts in a single day - aren&apos;t YOU lucky?!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/8243194404484832770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/8243194404484832770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-posts-in-single-day-arent-you-lucky.html' title='Two posts in a single day - aren&apos;t YOU lucky?!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3jpwTjPKck/Rri2TZDyveI/AAAAAAAAABA/AK-eSTYLvyc/s72-c/crayons.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-5010759765140616907</id><published>2007-08-07T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:16:40.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quantum physics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brainfood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiments'/><title type='text'>This is why I love quantum physics...</title><summary type='text'>Lately, scientists have been working on experiments involving photons and slits and such suggest the mind-bending concept that the future can leak into the present. Physicist Jeff Tollaksen of George Mason University says the weak measurements may show that “something that happens now is affected by something that happens in the future. It suggests that the universe has a destiny — a destiny that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5010759765140616907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5010759765140616907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-why-i-love-quantum-physics.html' title='This is why I love quantum physics...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-9130641453945560818</id><published>2007-07-06T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:53:39.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid celebrities'/><title type='text'>Name Britney Spears new album</title><summary type='text'>Um, seriously? She needs to stop editing her own website.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.britneyspears.com/' title='Name Britney Spears new album'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/9130641453945560818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/9130641453945560818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/07/name-britney-spears-new-album.html' title='Name Britney Spears new album'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d3jpwTjPKck/Ro53Y_4eQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zuuHWTLWtHQ/s72-c/BritneyWTF.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-3057330370826245865</id><published>2007-06-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:04:06.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spice girls'/><title type='text'>Like, OMG! Stop the presses! Spice Girls are back in action!</title><summary type='text'>The long-awaited reunion tour announcement has nation breathing sigh of relief and 30-something soccer moms jumping for joy.(Pardon me while I go throw up.)(Thanks, PopSugar.)</summary><link rel='related' href='http://popsugar.com/350386' title='Like, OMG! Stop the presses! Spice Girls are back in action!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3057330370826245865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/3057330370826245865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-omg-stop-presses-spice-girls-are.html' title='Like, OMG! Stop the presses! Spice Girls are back in action!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-4077397769702923321</id><published>2007-05-05T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:53:39.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NHL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red wings'/><title type='text'>Wings strangle shark with their bare hands. Sort of.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4077397769702923321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/4077397769702923321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/05/wings-strangle-shark-with-their-bare.html' title='Wings strangle shark with their bare hands. Sort of.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d3jpwTjPKck/Rj0ejA8J8pI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7Qu1nP7Qf0Q/s72-c/WingsStrangleShark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-115516175624841067</id><published>2007-03-15T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:16:07.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures of random things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random photos'/><title type='text'>Randomness in photography</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/08/randomness-in-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115516175624841067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115516175624841067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/08/randomness-in-photography.html' title='Randomness in photography'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-8671012399123312460</id><published>2007-02-08T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:53:39.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Jaimee Choos... has a nice ring to it, dunnit?</title><summary type='text'>This is actually pretty cool...Steve Madden lets you design your own shoes in the colors &amp; styles you actually want (as opposed to having to live with whatever miserable selection is left in your size at their store).(Thanks Shopahaulic!)</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.stevemadden.com/customization.asp' title='Jaimee Choos... has a nice ring to it, dunnit?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/02/jaimee-choos-has-nice-ring-to-it-dunnit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/8671012399123312460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/8671012399123312460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/02/jaimee-choos-has-nice-ring-to-it-dunnit.html' title='Jaimee Choos... has a nice ring to it, dunnit?'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d3jpwTjPKck/Rct4lx23YyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e7IH8plJwiA/s72-c/DIY_SM.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-8587272590793467176</id><published>2007-02-06T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:33:40.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>"Women prefer new clothes over sex, survey finds" -- WTF??</title><summary type='text'>From Yahoo News today:"Women on average say they would be willing to give up sex for 15 months for a closet full of new apparel, with 2 percent ready to abstain from sex for three years in exchange for new duds, according to a new survey of about 1,000 women in 10 U.S. cities."Oh my God -- who the *fuck* are these freakish women and why do they say things like that? I mean for Christ's sake - I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-prefer-new-clothes-over-sex.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/8587272590793467176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/8587272590793467176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-prefer-new-clothes-over-sex.html' title='&quot;Women prefer new clothes over sex, survey finds&quot; -- WTF??'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-5061232495952673770</id><published>2007-01-23T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:59:17.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Rolodex?</title><summary type='text'>If this weren't so ugly (why does it have to look like one of those super loud industrial strength fans they use in restaurant kitchens??) I'd buy it in a heartbeat.Ok, maybe not. There's just something about the visually pleasing aesthetic of my stacked shoeboxes with their polaroid pictures taped to the front... Is that so wrong?(Thanks Popgadget!)</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.popgadget.net/2007/01/check_out_that.php' title='Shoe Rolodex?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/01/shoe-rolodex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5061232495952673770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/5061232495952673770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/01/shoe-rolodex.html' title='Shoe Rolodex?'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-2842105782900712492</id><published>2007-01-19T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:53:40.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddy up.</title><summary type='text'> &amp;nbsp When asked if the visual aesthetic had a name, the Chevy spokesperson replied, "Yeah -- Bitchin".</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/01/giddy-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/2842105782900712492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/2842105782900712492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2007/01/giddy-up.html' title='Giddy up.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3jpwTjPKck/RdIFnx23YzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/wrIwCDpNX-U/s72-c/camaro_cnvt.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-116459482379161983</id><published>2006-11-26T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:33:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearly these "experts" don't understand the value of Retail Therapy...</title><summary type='text'>"People exaggerate how much happiness is bought by an extra few thousand," Oswald said. "The quality of relationships has a far bigger effect than quite large rises in salary.... It's much better advice, if you're looking for happiness in life, to try to find the right husband or wife rather than trying to double your salary."Like, oh my God, what century is this? What a load of crap! The number </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/business/16103386.htm' title='Clearly these &quot;experts&quot; don&apos;t understand the value of Retail Therapy...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/11/clearly-these-experts-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/116459482379161983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/116459482379161983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/11/clearly-these-experts-dont-understand.html' title='Clearly these &quot;experts&quot; don&apos;t understand the value of Retail Therapy...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-116157985326123564</id><published>2006-10-22T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:15:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napster: Help Wanted. Must be able to make coffee and pole dance.</title><summary type='text'>For once, I'm speechless. I'm guessing there's not much diversity in the workplace over there, unless the Napster Girl also types 70 wpm and makes a mean cuppa coffee...</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.napster.com/napstergirl/' title='Napster: Help Wanted. Must be able to make coffee and pole dance.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/10/napster-help-wanted-must-be-able-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/116157985326123564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/116157985326123564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/10/napster-help-wanted-must-be-able-to.html' title='Napster: Help Wanted. Must be able to make coffee and pole dance.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-116017211470841155</id><published>2006-10-06T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:01:54.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, um... like, DUH!</title><summary type='text'>"Co-founder Sergey Brin said it occurred to him this summer as he scanned the 50 or so products available across the company's Web sites that users were probably getting overwhelmed. 'It's worse than that,' he said. 'It's that I was getting lost in the sheer volume of the products that we were releasing."How concerned are you that it took someone influential enough to do something about it this </summary><link rel='related' href='http://blogs.siliconvalley.com/gmsv/2006/10/that_red_bull_o.html' title='Well, um... like, DUH!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-um-like-duh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/116017211470841155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/116017211470841155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-um-like-duh.html' title='Well, um... like, DUH!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-115742335376249452</id><published>2006-09-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:34:25.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROTFLMAO.</title><summary type='text'>(Warning - put down your milk lest it shoot out your nose.)Courtesy of Ogilvy &amp; Mather GmbH (via AdverGirl) comes this hilarious series of print ads for very, very opaque nylons.Times like these, I *adore* the advertising industry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/09/rotflmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115742335376249452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115742335376249452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/09/rotflmao.html' title='ROTFLMAO.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-115734045737402438</id><published>2006-09-03T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:27:37.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll, please...</title><summary type='text'>I HAVE JUST LANDED THE COOLEST JOB EVER!No, really! I have! If it were any cooler, my name would be Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik."But how can she say this?!", you ask? Because all of my girl friends, gay friends and (metrosexual) guy friends are positively green with envy.So, feel free to congratulate me... I'm the new Sr. Product Manager for a company called Glam.com.Whats Glam? Celebrity gossip</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.glam.com' title='Drum roll, please...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/09/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115734045737402438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115734045737402438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/09/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll, please...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-115716360086199899</id><published>2006-09-01T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:20:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with words...</title><summary type='text'>I'm head-over-heels in love with the writing style belonging to the new Times perfume reviewer. Lush, erotic, visceral &amp; vivid, Chandler Burr uses words to describe scents the way Van Gogh used paints to describe a starry night... Emotive, evocative sentences like "Pomegranate Noir is like a box of truffles with the lid on, sweet bits of darkness, waiting." and "this scent is like spraying a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/27/style/tmagazine/t_w_1532_1697_face_perfume_-1.html' title='In love with words...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-love-with-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115716360086199899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115716360086199899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-love-with-words.html' title='In love with words...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-115516445057254898</id><published>2006-08-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:14:06.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew, Chunk :)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-nephew-chunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115516445057254898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115516445057254898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-nephew-chunk.html' title='My nephew, Chunk :)'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-115502261747329890</id><published>2006-08-08T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:36:57.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchin' Camaro, dude...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, Virginia... there *is* a muscle car :). And with 100 more horsies under the hood than the '06 Mustang, it ain't stoppin to smell the daisies. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060806/BUSINESS01/608060568/1014' title='Bitchin&apos; Camaro, dude...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/08/bitchin-camaro-dude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115502261747329890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115502261747329890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/08/bitchin-camaro-dude.html' title='Bitchin&apos; Camaro, dude...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-115015709404007325</id><published>2006-06-12T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:37:02.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellphone as chaparone?</title><summary type='text'>This makes me feel kinda funny...The idea is for about $10 a month, parents can track their children by requesting the exact location of the child's cell phone on the parent's phone or online. One service also allows parents to designate a small geographic area and get automatic alerts when their child enters or leaves that zone ("Dude! That's, like, so whack! Ditching class shouldn't, like, be </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/business/technology/14798632.htm' title='Cellphone as chaparone?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/06/cellphone-as-chaparone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115015709404007325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/115015709404007325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/06/cellphone-as-chaparone.html' title='Cellphone as chaparone?'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-114975626026226236</id><published>2006-06-08T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T01:45:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew! That was a close one...</title><summary type='text'>... it was getting ugly but I think I managed to get out relatively unscathed, none the worse for wear.Ok, *maybe* a couple of superficial dents to my self esteem &amp; a slightly bruised heart -- but it's nothing a weekend w/my wingman in Vegas can't fix.And bonus! This trip earns me a free ticket on Southwest... hmmm... I wonder if they fly to Puerto Rico?"Next?"** Leo's are automatically </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/06/whew-that-was-close-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114975626026226236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114975626026226236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/06/whew-that-was-close-one.html' title='Whew! That was a close one...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-114469282982909646</id><published>2006-04-10T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:56:12.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MercuryNews.com | 04/10/2006 | Valley's new job market: (specific) help wanted</title><summary type='text'>MercuryNews.com | 04/10/2006 | Valley's new job market: (specific) help wantedWow. This is exactly what Thomas Friedman predicts (in his book, The World Is Flat). The "triple convergence" has happened and now that we're all on the same playing field, the only way American workers can hope to maintain or improve their standard of living is to specialize.To many that means adapt or die. Isn't that </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/business/special_packages/silicon_valley_150/14307269.htm' title='MercuryNews.com | 04/10/2006 | Valley&apos;s new job market: (specific) help wanted'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/04/mercurynewscom-04102006-valleys-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114469282982909646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114469282982909646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/04/mercurynewscom-04102006-valleys-new.html' title='MercuryNews.com | 04/10/2006 | Valley&apos;s new job market: (specific) help wanted'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-114469055194314558</id><published>2006-04-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:55:43.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'm back.</title><summary type='text'>So after a brief hiatus, I'm back and just fairly bursting with stuff to blog about. Lemme get my thoughts in order and I'll post them in order over the next couple of weeks. So, sit tight &amp; stay tuned.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114469055194314558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114469055194314558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-im-back.html' title='Ok, I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-114016137503912383</id><published>2006-02-16T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:29:35.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condi Does Kabul...</title><summary type='text'>I wonder if Condolezza Rice ever worries about where to buy some Tampax in a place like Afghanistan?She must have a staffer whose sole job is to make sure stuff like that doesn't become a crisis. Like it would for *normal* people.Why on earth did this even cross my mind?!That's just how my head works. Deal with it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/02/condi-does-kabul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114016137503912383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/114016137503912383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2006/02/condi-does-kabul.html' title='Condi Does Kabul...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-113234642906563856</id><published>2005-11-18T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:40:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Stones concert.</title><summary type='text'>Man those guys are old. I mean... Keith's face has so many crevices and cracks he could do with a little spackle or Bondo at this point.And what makes me the expert on his face?Cuz I was 30 freaking feet away from them at Tuesday's concert in Pac Bell Park!!! How cool is that?! I kept saying to the people around me "That's the *STONES*! Can you believe it?!?".They put on an amazing show for 2 1/2</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/11/rolling-stones-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/113234642906563856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/113234642906563856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/11/rolling-stones-concert.html' title='Rolling Stones concert.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-112389453384907020</id><published>2005-08-12T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:55:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I might....</title><summary type='text'>be just a little bit twitter-pated.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-i-might.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/112389453384907020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/112389453384907020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-i-might.html' title='I think I might....'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-112258965506832472</id><published>2005-07-28T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:27:35.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blue glow is everywhere</title><summary type='text'>I was walking the dogs last night at dusk when it struck me how many windows had that blue glow flickering in them... so many people in so many houses... getting lulled - no, anesthetized by television.Just think of how much society could benefit if there were no box emitting a blue glow every night. In every house. On every street.Imagine the possibilities if people were forced replace that </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/07/blue-glow-is-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/112258965506832472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/112258965506832472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/07/blue-glow-is-everywhere.html' title='The blue glow is everywhere'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-112196727524597682</id><published>2005-07-21T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:34:35.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A full moon that beautiful ...</title><summary type='text'>... is utterly heartbreaking when you're lying under it by yourself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/07/full-moon-that-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/112196727524597682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/112196727524597682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/07/full-moon-that-beautiful.html' title='A full moon that beautiful ...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111907867945323867</id><published>2005-06-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:02:54.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about shopping...</title><summary type='text'>... that makes getting your heart broken - whether it's just a little, like the brief but slightly painful heart-squeeze you feel when you wake up and realize that "He's just not that into you." - or a lot, like the physically painful sensation that devours your heart during a messy, soul crushing divorce - easier to bear somehow?I think it's the personal attention you get from the salespeople. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-it-about-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111907867945323867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111907867945323867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-it-about-shopping.html' title='What is it about shopping...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111811504303192036</id><published>2005-06-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:30:43.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripps to Purchase Internet Search Engine Shopzilla for $525 Million</title><summary type='text'>Fuck.It figures.That's fine. I don't want to retire right now anyway.I *could* have, however, have gotten over my deep seated hatred of LA rather nicely with a couple mill in the works.*sigh*. I always miss the good stuff.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://biz.yahoo.com/ap/050606/scripps_shopzilla.html?.v=1' title='Scripps to Purchase Internet Search Engine Shopzilla for $525 Million'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/06/scripps-to-purchase-internet-search.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111811504303192036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111811504303192036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/06/scripps-to-purchase-internet-search.html' title='Scripps to Purchase Internet Search Engine Shopzilla for $525 Million'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111780660076919417</id><published>2005-06-03T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T06:50:00.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My LA Wingmen! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-la-wingmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111780660076919417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111780660076919417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-la-wingmen.html' title=''/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111648954828710626</id><published>2005-05-19T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:01:00.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My job kicks ASS!</title><summary type='text'>Wow. When's the last time you hear anything *close* to that coming outta my mouth?Can't remember the last time I had such a blast at my job -- while actually doing my job... cool people, amazing opportunities (like, just about anywhere in the States for sure -- and when the dogs get their international canine passports, the world is my oyster) and the best desk in the building.Once again, Life Is</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-job-kicks-ass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111648954828710626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111648954828710626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-job-kicks-ass.html' title='My job kicks ASS!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111627742780659166</id><published>2005-05-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:10:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bay Area home prices set new record</title><summary type='text'>"The median price of single-family houses sold in the nine Bay Area counties rose to a record $622,000 in April, up nearly 20 percent from a year earlier."I remember when the median price for a 900 sf shoebox with a postage stamp sized yard was "only" half a million dollars.Can someone please explain to me how home prices keep going up while the number of people with jobs keeps going down? I mean</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/classifieds/real_estate/11661169.htm' title='Bay Area home prices set new record'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/bay-area-home-prices-set-new-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111627742780659166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111627742780659166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/bay-area-home-prices-set-new-record.html' title='Bay Area home prices set new record'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111540763310506256</id><published>2005-05-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:29:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things I need in no particular order.</title><summary type='text'>Cheap monthly parking anywhere downtown SJ. An automated, efficient way to productionalize the whole data conversion workflow. In particular, the extraction &amp; capture of metadata from images where there is none provided or if present, may be inconsistent or non-standard. Solving a challenge like this requires sophisticated technology applying layout and document analysis algorithms invented and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-things-i-need-in-no-particular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111540763310506256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111540763310506256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-things-i-need-in-no-particular.html' title='Random things I need in no particular order.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111540242071382768</id><published>2005-05-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:29:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God I'm a dog person...</title><summary type='text'>Because Crazy Cat Lady Action Figures are every single woman's boogey man.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mcphee.com/items/11377.html' title='Thank God I&apos;m a dog person...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-god-im-dog-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111540242071382768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111540242071382768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-god-im-dog-person.html' title='Thank God I&apos;m a dog person...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111436530567553345</id><published>2005-04-24T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:55:05.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And *POOF*! Just like that it's gone...</title><summary type='text'>Lust and infatuation are funny things. One minute the object of your desire is all you can think about for 3 days.The next minute you're like "Who?".Next.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-poof-just-like-that-its-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111436530567553345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111436530567553345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-poof-just-like-that-its-gone.html' title='And *POOF*! Just like that it&apos;s gone...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111419520510080248</id><published>2005-04-22T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:40:05.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment! Yessss!</title><summary type='text'>Product Manager. Knight Ridder Digital. San Jose.Go me! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/04/employment-yessss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111419520510080248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111419520510080248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/04/employment-yessss.html' title='Employment! Yessss!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111273120761432818</id><published>2005-04-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:00:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YaGoohoo!gle. Brilliant!</title><summary type='text'>How clever!How simple!How useful!How long will it take the "Cease and Desist" letters to arrive in his mailbox?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.yagoohoogle.com/' title='YaGoohoo!gle. Brilliant!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111273120761432818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111273120761432818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/04/yagoohoogle-brilliant.html' title='YaGoohoo!gle. Brilliant!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111213256875713107</id><published>2005-03-29T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:32:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you just blow your nose in my shower?!</title><summary type='text'>Talked to Josh the other day. again for the first time in a couple of years... things just get so busy that it gets easier to not return a phone call or email because, well, I don't really have a good excuse. Hanging up, I started remembering things (both sweet and sad) about that time in my life.I miss the memory of us sitting on the beach in San Diego mesmerized by the phosphorescent phenomena </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/03/did-you-just-blow-your-nose-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111213256875713107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111213256875713107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/03/did-you-just-blow-your-nose-in-my.html' title='Did you just blow your nose in my shower?!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111207212424157242</id><published>2005-03-28T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:55:24.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My neighbor is cheating on me.</title><summary type='text'>The dogs and I have this normal routine - a walk in the morning and another in the evening that always takes us past the sweet, quiet, gray haired neighbor who seems to be perpetually raking leaves or watering his yard. The same sweet, predictable schedule. He would bestow upon me (and sometimes the dogs) the same slightly shy little smile and wave whenever we walk by. We made a real breakthrough</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-neighbor-is-cheating-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111207212424157242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111207212424157242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-neighbor-is-cheating-on-me.html' title='My neighbor is cheating on me.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111094902681452005</id><published>2005-03-15T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:51:40.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me! I'm "Beautiful" &amp; Famous!</title><summary type='text'>So, the other night I'm making out with this chipmunk in the bathroom and I say to myself "Hmmm... he looks more like a badger if you ask me, but who am I to judge? He's pretty hot for a small, furry animal." Okay, he was really just another extra in a chipmunk costume and we were making out in front of 5 people, 2 cameras, 8 other extras, and a bunch of other people whose actual job function </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hv11q8Ss1V8' title='Look at me! I&apos;m &quot;Beautiful&quot; &amp; Famous!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/03/beautiful-famous-just-dont-blink-or.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111094902681452005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111094902681452005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/03/beautiful-famous-just-dont-blink-or.html' title='Look at me! I&apos;m &quot;Beautiful&quot; &amp; Famous!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-111266472062539413</id><published>2005-03-12T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:32:00.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard @ Starbucks...</title><summary type='text'>"I'm cold!", she says, tottering on her 4 inch high stillettos before ducking into Starbucks.Wow, you think? Regardless of how painfully clear the correlation between your IQ and the size of your 4 inch high stilletto fuck-me shoes may be, I must commend you, Cupcake, for you have mastered the skill of stating the obvious.I mean, where I come from, wearing the equivalent of two loosely wrapped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111266472062539413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/111266472062539413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/03/overheard-starbucks.html' title='Overheard @ Starbucks...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110920210614267239</id><published>2005-02-23T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:41:46.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Misanthropic Agoraphobe.</title><summary type='text'>Santa Monica. Home of the Homeless. And Freaks. And obnoxious mexican gangbangers, apparently, out for a shopping spree with the hootchie mommas. And crazy people who at first glance appear completely normal -- like college professors even -- before asking you for money. The last time some kid asked me for some spare change I said "I could ask you the same question!" and, I shit you not, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110920210614267239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110920210614267239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-my-name-is-misanthropic.html' title='Hello, my name is Misanthropic Agoraphobe.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110895372981548401</id><published>2005-02-20T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:42:09.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter. Sweet.</title><summary type='text'>It kills me everytime I hear Etta belting out "At Last"... I just have to close my eyes and remember. And before I know it, a little smile creeps over my lips. I'd love to understand how that happens but I'm guessing the definition of  "bittersweet" is involved.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110895372981548401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110895372981548401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter. Sweet.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110867748445513887</id><published>2005-02-17T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:58:04.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird life at Starbucks</title><summary type='text'>This is one of those times where taking a picture wouldn't do justice  to the little bird community taking shelter underneath the cafe tables outside of the Starbucks in Brentwood at this very moment.  Smart little buggers. Beyond cute. All congregating underneath the tables as the rain started. Just hangin'... chillin... cleaning their feathers with hummingbird speed. Each has their own little "</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/bird-life-at-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110867748445513887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110867748445513887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/bird-life-at-starbucks.html' title='Bird life at Starbucks'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110802408941608401</id><published>2005-02-10T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:28:09.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean, you don't "like sarcasm"?</title><summary type='text'>I think people who lack the ability to appreciate funny, ascerbic, biting, dripping sarcasm are inherently not right in the head and should definitely avoid moving to New York at all costs.(Still shaking my head... who doesn't like Seinfeld? Who doesn't laugh at Woody Allen films?!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110802408941608401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110802408941608401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-do-you-mean-you-dont-like-sarcasm.html' title='What do you mean, you don&apos;t &quot;like sarcasm&quot;?'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110781000461194570</id><published>2005-02-07T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:00:04.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like dreaming you're in school naked</title><summary type='text'>Writing a blog anonymously is pretty comfortable... you can rant on and on to complete strangers what your take on life is without editing how you articulate it.Writing a blog knowing that people you know are reading it is like the dream we all have occasionally where we're reading our book report in front of the class and suddenly looking down to see you're completely naked.It's wierd. And I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/like-dreaming-youre-in-school-naked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110781000461194570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110781000461194570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/like-dreaming-youre-in-school-naked.html' title='Like dreaming you&apos;re in school naked'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110779662169930881</id><published>2005-02-07T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:17:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter how hard you try...</title><summary type='text'>You can't argue with chemistry. Chemistry is everything. You could be practically in love with someone's personality but if the chemistry isn't there, you're barking up the wrong tree.So, maybe I have faulty chemistry... maybe I don't... but I've learned not to argue with it to force it to match what my head says.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-matter-how-hard-you-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110779662169930881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110779662169930881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-matter-how-hard-you-try.html' title='No matter how hard you try...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110749230638855117</id><published>2005-02-03T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:45:06.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Royal Lame Duckness</title><summary type='text'>What's better than a bunch of morose Democrats staring down the barrel of another 4 years?Watching the tingle of life coming back into their limbs when they realize it's the positively-absolutely-100%-moneyback-guaranteedy last 4 years.What? What's so funny? Oh, you're laughing at the "money back guarantee"? Why? We've all got our Social Security, man...  we're guaranteed to get our money </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/his-royal-lame-duckness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110749230638855117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110749230638855117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/his-royal-lame-duckness.html' title='His Royal Lame Duckness'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110743087114555656</id><published>2005-02-03T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:41:11.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u cupcake... </title><summary type='text'>monkeyboy. Doyoueverthinkofme? Doyourememberhowmyskinsmelled... warmedbytheMiamisun?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-miss-u-cupcake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110743087114555656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110743087114555656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-miss-u-cupcake.html' title='i miss u cupcake... '/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110724603647192193</id><published>2005-02-01T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:20:36.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><summary type='text'>   Watching      people: How they talk to the people they're with, how they talk to      themselves when they think no one is watching, how they walk &amp; carry      themselves (my walk was once defined as half Marilyn Monroe, half General      Patton – whatever that means… I walk the way I walk, in my opinion – no      flavor or artificial colors). I love going to the beach before sunset and      </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110724603647192193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110724603647192193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110258449300919366</id><published>2004-12-09T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:28:13.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I hate thee, LA? Let me count the ways...</title><summary type='text'>File it under "What. In. The. Mother. Fuck: Was I Thinking?!" category if you're the anal type who needs everything labeled properly... I'm still going to be here. And I'm still going to be a complete basket case.Everyone said "L. AAAAAyyy?!" when I told people I was moving... like we were discussing their hemorrhoids and I had just insisted that they would get rid of them much faster (and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-do-i-hate-thee-la-let-me-count.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110258449300919366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110258449300919366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-do-i-hate-thee-la-let-me-count.html' title='How do I hate thee, LA? Let me count the ways...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110153070811549559</id><published>2004-11-26T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:45:08.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaauuugggghh!</title><summary type='text'>PLEASE GOD!! There must be intelligent life in LA!! Please let me meet someone who has actually read a book.Much less a book discussed recently on NPR.Ok, ok... at least something a bit more advanced than Dick and Jane Go to School?LA sucks.I miss San Francisco. At least there, homeless people could be counted upon to be uneducated drug addicts or illiterate psychopaths.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/aaaauuugggghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110153070811549559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110153070811549559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/aaaauuugggghh.html' title='Aaaauuugggghh!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110004229163719470</id><published>2004-11-09T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T15:18:11.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas here we come...</title><summary type='text'>Can't wait til this weekend... gonna show my girl Kylie the seedier side of Vegas, courtesy of my wingman, Jared.I think tattoos are in order - for everyone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/vegas-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110004229163719470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110004229163719470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/vegas-here-we-come.html' title='Vegas here we come...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110003911277397238</id><published>2004-11-09T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T14:25:12.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Everybody</title><summary type='text'>Sorry Everybody</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/sorry-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110003911277397238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110003911277397238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/sorry-everybody.html' title='Sorry Everybody'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109994614531825279</id><published>2004-11-08T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T12:35:45.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I looking for in a man?</title><summary type='text'>A.) a pulse.B.) his own life... in another area code, preferrably.C.) his own shoe empire. Okay, that last one is optional, but important if I were currently accepting applications in the boyfriend/lover/one-night stand categories (which I'm not, so don't ask).</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-am-i-looking-for-in-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109994614531825279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109994614531825279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-am-i-looking-for-in-man.html' title='What am I looking for in a man?'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109882773881329144</id><published>2004-10-26T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:55:38.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I miss about San Francisco</title><summary type='text'>1. DJ Boat Parties w/Jared. Two words: Sasha. Rockedit.2. Broadway Pier. I still wish I had binoculars. All of those tall city buildings with lights on in them... each one a different story. Personal, portable dramas - in each small illuminated square.3. Embarcadero. Gorgeous. Comforting. Good times. Slanted Door &amp; Bjork concert. Nuff said.4. Pac Bell Park. I'll never forget Alisha dropping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882773881329144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882773881329144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/10/things-i-miss-about-san-francisco.html' title='Things I miss about San Francisco'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109882761002393491</id><published>2004-10-26T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:53:30.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John</title><summary type='text'>Dear John... er, San Francisco,I left myyyyyy heeeeeart in Saaaaaaan Fraaaaaaancisco.... doobie doobie doo or whatever they play at the end of all the Giants home games. I'm leaving somethin' alright. Little things like 6 prime years of my adult life. Large, damaged sections of my heart. A few scattered brain cells in the Mission and North Beach. A significant portion of my trust in men and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882761002393491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882761002393491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/10/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109823147626973736</id><published>2004-10-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:17:56.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh blow...</title><summary type='text'>Today, while scrolling through my phonebook trying to find a number, I saw Dave's number and felt a fresh blow of shock and sadness that someone so young and goodhearted is gone.I can't do justice to describing how it feels to see someone's phone number in your cell phone and have it hit you that you can never reach them again. Ever. And I don't mean "Oh, I can't ever call that guy again cuz he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109823147626973736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109823147626973736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/10/fresh-blow.html' title='Fresh blow...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110919986562259174</id><published>2004-10-11T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:04:25.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up &amp; wait!</title><summary type='text'>Everything seems to be on hold for the election for fear it won't be seen/heard/covered by the press. It better be worth it. Scary thought: what's the competition waiting until after the election to launch? Or what incubating "Next Big Thing" is waiting for the election to be over too?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110919986562259174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110919986562259174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/10/hurry-up-wait.html' title='Hurry up &amp; wait!'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109648266463653732</id><published>2004-09-29T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:31:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manizing.</title><summary type='text'>How come "izing" only comes in the form of women? As in "He's a womanizer"?I think it's only fair that us girls are allowed to be manizers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109648266463653732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109648266463653732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/09/manizing.html' title='Manizing.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-110920197478691509</id><published>2004-09-26T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:39:34.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures In Relocation, Part 2...</title><summary type='text'>(4:30 am) Panic. Terror. Can't sleep. Or eat. Fighting OVERWHELMING urge to flee for the airport this morning and just deal with the lack of housing or employment *there* (commonly referred to as "burying one's head in the sand"). I miss "there" already... there is where I am confident (okay, sometimes cocksure but isn't everyone at some point?). There is where I have a safety net of friends and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110920197478691509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/110920197478691509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/09/adventures-in-relocation-part-2.html' title='Adventures In Relocation, Part 2...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109648282957509863</id><published>2004-09-19T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:00:32.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures In Relocation, Part 1...</title><summary type='text'>New gig. New city. New and terrifying ways to question my sanity.Day One:(3pm) After countless issues and many (MANY) crying jags, I arrived. Five hours after my airplane lands, I'm not so sure I'm diggin the newly assigned job &amp; manager switcheroo, lack of LA sunshine greeting my arrival or how little the new boss seems to listen to or even really like me all that much. *Sigh*. I can still run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109648282957509863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109648282957509863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/09/adventures-in-relocation-part-1.html' title='Adventures In Relocation, Part 1...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109882826012053861</id><published>2004-09-12T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:04:20.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonliness, Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Life is unspeakably, relentlessly, bottomlessly lonely right now. A type of lonliness that has little or nothing to do with the number of friends on speed dial (pitifully few at present). The type that makes me desperately sad sad sad and lonely beyond definition of the word and relentlessly alone - Jesus, when did I last speak to another human who gave a shit about whether I bothered continuing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882826012053861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882826012053861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/09/lonliness-part-1.html' title='Lonliness, Part 1'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109882808455412311</id><published>2004-09-07T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:01:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael</title><summary type='text'>Michael died yesterday. I learned this news via email from a friend of his from San Diego. A friend I'd never met... or heard of for that matter. Which has made it easier for me to pretend it never happened. Like the email never reached my inbox. Or hasn't been opened and sits unchecked in my Yahoo email inbox. Or that this, in true Michael fashion, is just another of his more elaborate and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882808455412311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109882808455412311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/09/michael.html' title='Michael'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-109173393119476847</id><published>2004-08-05T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T12:25:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to think about while sitting in traffic #2</title><summary type='text'>I wonder if spam is actually helping us fight the war on terror.Seriously, think about it --  if terrorists are using free, throwaway email accounts to communicate with each other in order to avoid being detected, you just know that they, too, receive a daily onslaught of emails inviting them to buy Viagra, increase their penis size and refinance their homes.So, 2 questions just beg to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-to-think-about-while-sitting-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109173393119476847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/109173393119476847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-to-think-about-while-sitting-in.html' title='Things to think about while sitting in traffic #2'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-108870846577197533</id><published>2004-07-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T12:01:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to think about while sitting in traffic #1</title><summary type='text'>I wonder what society would be like if everyone made the exact same amount of money - no more, no less - regardless of job title. Would social class and status completely melt away? Would race become the primary culural delineation again, as it was before the civil rights movement? Or would one's religion replace a rolex as a way of signifying which side of the proverbial tracks one is from? </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/07/things-to-think-about-while-sitting-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/108870846577197533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/108870846577197533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/07/things-to-think-about-while-sitting-in.html' title='Things to think about while sitting in traffic #1'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-108870749206970355</id><published>2004-07-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T12:03:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am *so* over technology...</title><summary type='text'>I've had it with technology.No, really - I've completely had it. Our entire industry is having a collective brain fart and we're desperately clinging to things that were successful (or in most cases, not) in the past -- to the exclusion of an innovative future. I no longer feel like a contributing, socially responsible member of society... tangibly making a difference in the world, even if it </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-so-over-technology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/108870749206970355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/108870749206970355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-so-over-technology.html' title='I am *so* over technology...'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-108702728543280954</id><published>2004-06-12T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T01:56:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfs up. Dude.</title><summary type='text'>Its almost time. From the second I stepped off the plane  at SFO after my week in L.A., I cannot shake the feeling that I'm no longer at home here. That this has never really been home. Its quite jolting to realize just how willingly I've been sleepwalking through the past 6 years here... San Francisco's incredibly beautiful and seductive place, but for for me - it's filled with so much pain... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/06/surfs-up-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/108702728543280954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/108702728543280954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/06/surfs-up-dude.html' title='Surfs up. Dude.'/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-107794848796127213</id><published>2004-02-27T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T22:11:00.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleeechhhh. Pardon me while I hawk up great big green loogeys. Pneumonia sucks ass, especially when you've got no one to whine about being sick to.  No one to bring you chicken noodle soup. No one to make hot tea and bring you coloring books just to make your day less BORING. Poor me. Life sucks. Hard not to feel like nobody loves me except for the dogs (and frankly, they're a more than a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/02/bleeechhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107794848796127213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107794848796127213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/02/bleeechhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-107592445940272229</id><published>2004-02-04T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T11:56:39.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you kidding me? International Product Manager for shopping.com?! You mean people get paid to do that? And all this time I thought there was just no way to combine all of my strengths into one single job. Keep your fingers crossed - I've even got my pinkie toes crossed. Which, if you think about it, makes it extremely difficult to wear my fabulous new Jimmy Choos, but whatever...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/02/are-you-kidding-me-international.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107592445940272229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107592445940272229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/02/are-you-kidding-me-international.html' title=''/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-107553367315828545</id><published>2004-01-30T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:49:42.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My absolute favorite thing to do in the morning is when both dogs are sleeping under the covers and they're just 2 little rounded lumps under the massive down comforters... I slowly peel back the covers from one of those lumps and find Nichi or Yoda all curled up in a ball, with their paw covering their eye (and if it's Yoda, his little ping tongue kinda hanging out the side of his mouth). They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107553367315828545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107553367315828545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-absolute-favorite-thing-to-do-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-107058150429932713</id><published>2003-12-04T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:52:58.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah blah blah "corporate reorg" blah blah "your position has been eliminated" yada yada "now here's some money, go away".*whew*. thank god that's over. i couldn't possibly be happier. all of the heartburn, rashes and migraines have completely disappeared as well - coincidence? i think not.now then... who wants to hire one fabulously stylish, entertainingly witty, wickedly smart, relentlessly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107058150429932713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107058150429932713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/2003/12/blah-blah-blah-corporate-reorg-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067471.post-107553404434920644</id><published>1999-01-11T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:29:38.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooaa-kay then. Yes, I am paying attention! Whomever or whatever is in charge of making me think outside of this tiny fucking cube at work - where, by the way, I am frantically trying to put out imaginary fires for people with nothing better to do than make me insane - just to pay attention to other profound, inexplicable, coincedental things like meeting someone you seem to have this invisible </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/1999/01/oooaa-kay-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107553404434920644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067471/posts/default/107553404434920644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webdiva411.blogspot.com/1999/01/oooaa-kay-then.html' title=''/><author><name>*sigh*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11939501801599913947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
