Is it stalking?

If someone calls you up to six times a day, and sometimes every 5 minutes, and either leaves no message half the time or leaves a message the other half, is this stalking?

This guy's not a stalker, but it's starting to feel like I'm being stalked. It creeps me out that he won't just leave one message and then wait for me to call back.

This is not proper, old-fashioned telephone etiquette.

Ends of seasons, ends of series

I was just catching up over at Colleen's blog, where she's talking about some of her favourite reality shows coming to an end.

It is that time of year, isn't it. How depressing. A whole summer of nuttin' ahead.

So it got me thinking about the shocking twist in The Sopranos, a series that has been fantastic but is at last coming to an end. How I loved Tony, flaws and all... until he snuffed his nephew Chris after their car accident!

I mean, how downright soulless can you be?

Now, as far as I'm concerned, Tony can go ahead and die anytime. Now, one of his family members can outfit him with a pair of cement boots, and I will not shed a tear. Nuh-uh.

There are times when you root for the bad guy, but not this time.

Must.Think.of.Something

It's 2:00 PM, it's sunny, and I'm finished work for the day!

It's at times like this I wonder why I think I want or need a part-time office or waitressing job.

I must be crazy.

I need days like this to remind me why being self-employed is so cool.

Computer wonky

After a myriad odd bits of behaviour over the past few weeks, my computer has stopped reading my memory card.

I wanted to post a picture of a figurine, the origin of which I am trying to establish.

I know the thing is at least 50 years old, but my Internet searches are turning up zilch.

I wonder if I should stick it on eBay and see what happens?

Open the door and...

This morning I opened the front door and...

GAH! A tiny little spider scuttled fron the door frame, closely followed by a big FAT BROWN spider which went straight to the shoe rack.

No, not just the shoe rack... next to it, where there are other things sitting there, like the small bamboo blind leaning in the corner. Waiting to be installed.

Nah, I said. Sixteen months in teh country inured meh to yas, I said. I mashed that poor big fat arachnid in two smacks of a sandal, and the little spideh, well, he was also gone in a flash.

Bugs.

Recipe contest

Kate at Electric Venom is asking for recipes. She has pretty specific guidelines but also some pretty nifty prizes for her contest, so go check it out.

I submitted a lowly chicken/salsa recipe with no idea of winning. I just want to help this smart, married, tart, mother-of-one blogger to throw together easy dinner things.

She doesn't even have me on her blogroll, and I've been reading her for like, 5 years, so you know this is not a blatant link love thang. I just like Kate.

$65 million-dollar pants

A judge is suing a Korean couple, owners of a dry cleaners, for a pair of pants that went missing.

Story here... http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070503/ap_on_fe_st/65_million_dollar_pants

And the fund to help with the Chung's defense is here...