Try this in RealSpace... Crayons are found in their natural state of a short phallic cylinder, but because of their malleable waxy substance are often transformed into various images. Crayons can be used for the expression of words, thoughts, feelings, and ideas. Although some people choose to use crayons as mere writing tools, a crayon's full potential is brought about during far more creative endeavours. Crayons come in the colours of the rainbow. A crayon is an omnipotent tool when used correctly and wisely.
I never update this anymore, but you can read LiveJournal or Twitter for newer news. I changed my last name. It was Jim's Father's Day present. Isn't that romantic? I unsorted my Lego bricks. I got a Vespa for Mother's Day! It is drooly awesome. My favourite voiced over character is Augie Doggie. I'm a mom. I got hired permanently by the NPS as a Park Ranger, Event Specialist. I'm pregnant. I work as the Event Assistant at Golden Gate National Recreation Area. Yup, I'm a Park Ranger. Got the cool hat and everything. I'll be working at the Egyptian for SFF06. I graduated from the SRJC Ranger Academy as the salutatorian; top in my class for academics and report writing. I officially now own zero motorized vehicles. I graduated from the SFPD Citizens' Police Academy. I am happily unemployed. I live with two cats. One is Rosencrantz and the other is Guildenstern, but I forget which is which. Another birthday, another gun. I have my technician class amateur radio operator license. I'll probably seek a vanity call sign. The Polo Fields oval in Golden Gate Park is 1200m. Fewer than 8200 workdays until i can retire. Turns out I don't like turmeric. I just got an iPod! I'm back from volunteering at the 2005 Sundance Film Festival. I want to do this. I like wool and fleece, therefore I am polyfiberous. I have a new bicycle. I've been riding it to work some days, 10 miles roundtrip. I'm always on the lookout for shiny things to attach to my bike. Or my scoot. I like musicals, but not opera. I'm not a prisoner of my hairdo: I shaved my head. Even after moving the pig into the plant kingdom, I'm losing the battle for veganism. I'm doing okay on the dairy front, but there were heavy casualties in the traif arena. I got a gun for my birthday. That isn't a threat. I have my first Rolodex! Send me your business card! Come over to my house for brunch any Sunday. Coffee is ready by 10, chicken fried bacon is gone by 12. I have a new job. It's in SF and it pays money and I have fabulous co-workers. I'm trying to post a photo of the day in my journal. I'm back from living and working in Utah, and watching some new movies. I bought the coolest scooter. I need to learn to ride it fearlessly. I'm a volunteer docent on Alcatraz. I'm not planning to volunteer with Girl Scouts again until I'm a Ranger or Heather has a 5-year-old daughter. My patch fetish will have to be met with Scooterliciousness for awhile. I prefer dark chocolate. I miss cheese something terrible. I bought a bicycle (covered it with stickers and sold it on Craiglist). I've spent hours and hours and money and money organizing and re-organizing my Lego bricks. That's how I play with them. I've discovered Rockabilly. I don't like logos, but I love symbols. I'm car-free in 2003. I'm Microsoft-free in 2003! (Well, at home.) My housemates and I bought a house. I commissioned art! I volunteered at the 2003 Sundance Film Festival. I'm hoping to work there in 2003-2004. (Update: I did!) I love typing in Dvorak. The freakish typing and trading four wheels for two and buying a house and a whole lot more is mostly all Jim's fault. The rest I take responsibility for.