I'm Intercontinental when I eat French toast

I've been carrying around 2 nerd machines lately. I ordered a Treo 650 to test it out in comparison to my Blackberry (I got the 650 because the 700 is only available in CDMA as of yet). I'm not unhappy with the BB, I just really needed (k, wanted) the camera/mp3/expandable storage features of the Treo. Oh and its touch-screen like my old Ericsson nerd-machine. Anyway, I guess I'm a sell-out :(

So I've been using the Treo for a little while now, and just as I suspected...I prefer my Blackberry. These two machines are clearly created for different people. I like the bells and whistles of the Treo, but its just not as solid as the BB. If only they had made a Treoberry.

Why aren't qwerty phones more popular? When the hell is the Motorola Q coming out? Or the GSM Treo 700, for that matter. Do other people not have an information addiction like I? I could NOT LIVE without Outlook. Having that info sync'd between home, work, and in my purse has made me gone mad with power (secretly).

I wonder if all these opposable thumb gadgets like these qwerty phones, PSP, Gizmondo, etc. are going to create a new human adaptation with weird-wiggy thumbs due to all the thumb-typing. Oh, if you were wondering...yes, just like I type with using only one hand on a desktop computer, I type one-thumb on the nerd machines. I guess only one of my thumbs will morph into the weird-wiggy thumb.

NEED. COFFEE. NOW.

I've been up since 4am. It's not been fun. My eyes are so heavy, I feel like I have double eyelids...bunk-lids. Luckily the laptop and Kitty XL accompanied me in the guest room for 4 hours of computing in bed. I like that room. It's cute, and I never get to use it.

At least I accomplished something. I got a jump start on my PowerPoint class that starts today, which is at double-speed of regular classes. It's a full semester class jammed into just 2-months. Suddenly I'm feeling very anxious about my ability to deal - my 2 other classes and this super-duper class, its like taking FOUR classes. Insane. Insane in the membrane. No more midnight decorating for this chica.

The scary thing about working after getting zero sleep is that I'm literally dealing with many hundreds of thousands of dollars while in a moderate (but escalating) state of fogginess. Plus, Balki & Cha Cha aren't here today :(

Uncharacteristic Bimbo-girl Moment :(

I wrecked-up my car today. Less than 17k mi and it's already got battle scars. I may drive like a bat outta hell, but I'm always very safe and defensive, and definitely don't do some of the crazy/illegal $hit the husband does, Mr. Class A Drivers License.

I've never been in an accident. At 16 and idiot hit me in a parking lot and busted my tail-light. When I was 25 I was the idiot and tapped a truck in front of me - luckily it was so light nothing happened except it ripped my front license plate frame from the mounts on my Jeep. I had wanted to take it off for months (which is illegal in CA) so I was kinda happy.


So today after my mani/pedi as I was pulling out of my parking spot (no longer looking behind myself) and some dude jammed by me causing my driver-side rear bumper to rip off his whole rear-bumper fascia. I heard the noise and STILL didn't realize there was a car there - I thought I ran over something. It was another smaller SUV full of young Mexican dudes. None of which really had anything to say. I had to put the guys bumper fascia back on myself, they were all just standing there looking at the ground (admiring my shiny pedicure?) . I had a feeling my little g-string might have been sticking out of my jeans while I was bending over, so I exerted some brut force and shoved the bumper back on, basically told them they were cool with me (which they accepted lol) and split.

I blame my bitchen sunglasses - the frames are so wide on the sides I can't see peripherally. Obviously neither of us were paying enough attention, but I'm very surprised I was involved. I was in a pretty Zen place after the leg massage, what can I say?

Springtime, with Balki & Cha Cha

There are these two little birds outside my office that chill on the balcony railing pretty much all day. I think its a boy and a girl finch, and they have been here since last Thursday. I assume they have a nest in one of the trees downstairs, because whenever a human arrives they both fly down to it. Either that or they're just starting the dating process. I'm not one with nature in regards to birds (cuz they kinda weird me out) but it's been nice having office buddies.

They do this weird little dance periodically throughout the day - they rest their feet on the window mullion, then while facing the window (and me)they do a combination jumping/flying move up and down from a few inches up to about a foot up the window, then back down again. The whole time they are not only singing, but their beaks bonk the window repeatedly because they are so close to it. Chirp-chirp BONK. Chirp-chirp BONK. After a long while of doing this they just go chill on the balcony rail again or into the tree for a break. The sounds they make during this performance are the equivalent to someone whistling while tapping their pen on their desk...repeatedly...for 30-40 minutes...6 times a day. Irritating, yes, but they are my friends now. I named 'em. Balki and Cha Cha, of course.