Why Jane Sucks

She didn't come on this trip. 'nuff said.

Just a post to let you all know we made it, and no one has gotten sick yet. And that my mother somehow thought she was going to France, not India. Or at least, that's the way she's acting. It's tough being Posh.

Be Awesome like me

Now that Helen's jetted off to India, I have total control of the blog! If I really hated you and myself I could make the blog pink with kisses all over it, but I'm feeling nice today so I won't. I've decided the new theme of this blog will be: Jane is Awesome! I think it has a nice ring. I feel it's important for you to understand how to improve your life and make it awesome like mine. So really I'm trying to help you.

1. The Bengals rule, even if they don't win all the time. Monday Night football, October 25th, 2004, 9pm, I bet 8 dollars on the team that I just can't stop loving. For the second time all season, the Bengals won a game. Not only did they win, they dominated! A solid 13-point win against the Broncos who were favored by 6. The Bengals were wearing their sweet sweet tiger uniforms like always, but this time they were scoring touchdowns, intercepting and overall being awesome.

2. Thrift Shops = love. On Monday, I volunteered at St. Mary's Thrift Shop. Okay so organizing pants, and putting away clothes didn't equal love, but afterwards did. So "for all our hardwork" they said we could take anything we wanted. Well I was planning on getting things free or not. I got a turquoise dress straight from the 80's (you can see me wearing it at Senior Prom this Spring), purple spandex, a red robe with a kamodo dragon on the back, and a blue necklace aka my Marge beads. I paid for most of it, but overall it was a life-changing service day experience.

Other things happening in my life: I am sick, but not a runny nose just coughing, lots and lots of coughing. Makes me feel like a heavy smoker, not fun. Makes my voice sound weird, hurts my neck, gives me headaches and disturbs my sleep. What should I be for Halloween?

What did you learn today? Love the Bengals and thrift shops and you can be awesome like me.

Weekly Update

Dear blog reader,

How are you? I'm fine. Jane is fine, too. She says hi, and that you're still jealous.

India: We leave on Wednesday, and return November 18th. Bombay, Delhi, and Ahmedabad are the stops. I got all my shots, and started taking my malaria pills, which everyone says will make me feel crazy. As if I needed an excuse. Also, Jane is in need of entertainment while we are gone. Stop by the compound for dinner some night! (If your last name is Horstmann, that is not a suggestion.)

Election: I voted. There are so many poll volunteers in Philadelphia county that they have no need for Steven. I am trying to convince him to drive around town flying a Kerry flag on his scooter, offering old ladies rides to the polls. Afterwards, Meng will take the second shift, offering young ladies rides to the polls.

Books: Kitten is keeping the good books coming! But, I needed some books for India, and stopped by Borders (4 times) this weekend. So, I thought I would put out a call for some books I nearly got that *some* of my readers must have. Meng has about 2 David Brin books. If anyone has any others, send 'em my way. Also, King Rat. Also, anything else you think I would like. It doesn't have to be sci-fi, I promise.

My new career: Yes, you heard it here first. I'm leaving the world of technology. My new career? Professional gambler. My football picking method is gaining renown as I crush my opposition. If my hot streak continues through my trip, I think we will all have to accept that as fate's way of telling me mama needs a new pair of shoes.

They're playing my song!

Sometimes, I go into a store, and I'm almost horrified at the music they're playing. Wendy's elicits this reaction in Steven, but I confess that I dig it, in a sort of nostalgic, Grandma-esque sort of way. I need my "easy (like sunday morning)"s sometimes. But the store where I find myself humming (ok, singing) along? Yeah, you guessed it. IKEA!

We were there in the self-serve section. Some lady needed our design taste to select a footstool, then some muscle to pull down her selection and put it in her cart. And the whole time we're standing there helping her, I can't help but bop along to the Weezer IKEA has chosen to enhance my shopping experience. Oooh, ooh, if you need a hand, ooh, oooh, then Steven's your man!

I want to be a puppetmaster, too!

I ran for the condo board. Do not ask me why I did it. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But you would seriously think that this was a high school student council election. Luckily for me, I ran high school student council elections, and they haven't changed much. (Mary offered to lock this up for me for the low, low price of $100, but I'd have to canvass the building. Fieldwork is for suckers, Mary!) My new goal: be the puppetmaster.

Long story short, people. Now I need a web bulletin board program. I know there are many, I want your recs for a good one. If you've used it and liked it, let me know. If you've administrated it and liked it, even better. Tell me, and when I get my free parking space, I promise I will let you use it at least once or twice.

P.S. Mary pointed out this evening that blogiversary came and went, and no one even noticed! Of course, did she get me anything? No. Yes, in the last year + 3 weeks, this blog has received a whopping 154 posts, or as a certain polymathe might point out, a post every 2.55 days.

Fall Sucks!

You have probably asked me (or been asked by me) at some point over the years, "what's your favorite season?" I'm here to tell you first, before you hear it from someone else, that I LIED. Because I probably told you fall was my favorite season. And that just ain't true, at least anymore. Nowadays, in my book, fall has a new name. I call it.....

Pre-winter. Yes, that's what it is! The time when you start thinking about how many long months it will be until you can ride the wild surf again. The days when you look out on the grey gloom, and think, gee, only another 5 months of this. It's when the sniffles start, and the chills never go away. And then pre-winter becomes real winter, and that's even worse.

There's only one good thing about fall, and I think you all know what it is. The king of numbers, the lord of desserts. That's right, it's pie.

P.S. Netflix has gone from bad to worse. Today's top pick? A Cinderella Story.

Do you ever feel like you've already seen every movie you want to see?

If you haven't, sign up for a Netflix account, and start rating movies. I wanted to add a movie to my list that I would be thrilled to the core to find in my mailbox. But, I was having trouble coming up with something. So, I turn to the Netflix recommendations page. Apparently, I had rated WAY too many foreign and classic movies, as every movie Netflix decided to recommend was in one of those genres. So, I took it upon myself to broaden Netflix's pool of information about my movie watching habits.

122 ratings later, Netflix still does not believe me to be the kind of person who watches comedies unless they are animated (damn you, Lilo!), action, adventure, thriller, sci-fi, or horror (ok, I guess they got one category right) movies. My current number 1 recommendation? Old Yeller.

Gary Trudeau wants you to read this....

so badly that he's printing URLs in his comics now.



Thanks toUComics.com for supplying the comic.

I'm dead

So the real reason why I haven't blogged is: a.) because I'm dead and b.)because I hate you and everything I do, I do to make you mad. I've come to the conclusion that if someone (whose name starts with a car end with a line and has an o in the middle) is going to hassle me about how often I update I will post something just like her blog. I hope you and enjoy it and if you'd like to read more posts like this one, You'd don't have to take my word for it, check out the carline.

Fire Prevention?
Last Night I went to my fake hometown, Wayne. It was fire prevention week, and Friday was the end to this extravaganza. I'll admit I wasn't there to see the fire truck parade, but merely to see a wooden shack being lit on fire. Although receiving my children's-sized fire hat, my junior firefighters badge, my "Sparky" trading card and my cardboard fire truck was tough competition, I still thought the Radnor Fire Company really pulled through when they lit the shack on fire. Firefighters came out while the shack was ablazing singing "the roof is on fire, we don't need no water let the motherf-er burn..." No they really didn't, this was a family show. So the house went up in flames the firefighters put it out after like 400 years, and all the kids cheered. But were they really teaching these kids fire safety? They didn't have an assembly where they told the kids about fire alarms, or the importance of mapping out escape routes. Instead the kids learned, if my shack's on fire I'll call the firefighters, some rock music will play, they will take 400 years to put it out and continue to tear down my shack when they're done. I'd like to make a shout-out to all my friends who came, and my cat Nala, the Nalster she looked so cute yesterday when she was attacking my foot.