Don't ignore me, Doris!
I had an interesting encounter at the grocery store this evening. Normally I'm on the other side in these types of situations, so it was actually fun to be involved in this.
It happened while I was in a different store than usual. The aisles there are set up in a slanted fashion that sort of throws off my compass, making it a bit trying to navigate the place.
I sort of started moving toward an aisle, but due to its location, people in the surrounding aisles could see and be seen. My eyes briefly connected with those of a blonde woman. I continued on my way.
"Don't ignore me, Doris!" hissed the now indignant blonde. I spun around as fast as I could because I knew two things: 1) That was definitely aimed at me. 2) If it wasn't, I wanted to gawk while Blonde Lady called Doris out for being ignorant.
Fortunately for Blonde Lady, she got a good look at me and quickly saw that I was not Doris. Her face changed completely as she began earnestly, profusely apologizing for this case of mistaken identity. "I thought you were someone else!" she declared, full of embarrassment.
I found the whole incident to be hysterical. I accepted her apologies, of course, but I couldn't quite articulate the feelings I had. I wanted to say something like "I know exactly how you feel! Don't worry, you just made my day, Blonde Lady!" But it couldn't come out of my mouth because "Don't ignore me, Doris!" was echoing in my head.
I had to turn away from the situation quickly because the laughter inside me was about to burst out. Don't ignore me, Doris!
cheers,
Doris... "Oh my god, you're not Doris!" a.k.a. echo
"Don't ignore me, Doris!!!"
NABLOPOMO
Thursday September 10 2009: it echoes to this day...
resonate?
09/09/09
Dates, numbers, repetition, oh how I love thee. Did you know that 09/09/09 is the 252nd day of this year? And 2 + 5 + 2 = 9 making today 'nineier' than any other? Related to this day: There won't be another date composed of single digits for 1001 years. 09/09/09 only happens once in a lifetime.
Why did I bother mentioning this? It was in an e-mail advert I received today. Reading about it made my OCD happy. The rest of me is somewhat certain nothing special will happen today.
Apart from the date itself, of course.
cheers,
echo
"I am the center of the echoverse."
NABLOPOMO
Wednesday September 09 2009: it echoes to this day...
resonate?
that really was the end of tomorrow.
Despite my pledge to begin anew at this daily writing thang... Well, I'm sure you can imagine. Actually, I'm not certain you can figure it out for yourself. (Not knowing you, how am I expected to vouch for your astuteness?) In case you haven't, I'll do one of the things I do pretty well — get wordy with it.
I bungled my participation in the National *log Posting Month (NABLOPOMO) project. Too much life in my life, I suppose. Besides, my beloved Vincent remains powerless.
But Vincent is a poor excuse for my inability to post every day, especially since he's been on the fritz for more than a month, and I managed to pump out an entry a day for many days without him. I desperately need to get him fixed; I'm working on a website for other people and the majority of my go-to code snippets are stored on him.
So, I've been working sans my own templates. (Advanced thank yous go out to the following for past and future reference: tutorialtastic, w3schools.com, the folks at Codegrrl, Dee and Jem. Though she is last on that list, she certainly isn't least — Jem runs tutorialtastic, contributes to Codegrrl and frequently posts about coding in her own blog.)
It is both liberating and annoying to type the doctype declarations, xhtml base code, css base code, "<?php"
this, "echo" that and all the other tags that I've lazily saved on Vincent's hard drive. Every once in a while I prefer to start from scratch in order to keep myself from getting rusty...
This is not one of those times.
Speaking of that other website I'm slowly working on: PSP is not on this machine, therefore I've downloaded GIMP for my image-related needs. I'm simultaneously experimenting on my own and with the manual.
And that's about all for this entry.
cheers,
echo
P.S. I'm going to sign up for NABLOPOMO again. Maybe this time I won't fall of the writing wagon.
Tuesday September 08 2009: it echoes to this day...
resonate?
the end of tomorrow.
Perhaps you've noticed; perhaps this is your first time here. It may peradventure be that both are true of you, my dear reader.
How much strength in nonsense can we gain from the title of this entry? I'll leave that up to you while I explain.
This month I decided to participate in the writing project known as NABLOPOMO (or National *log Posting Month). CliffsNotes version: For an entire month, one adds an entry to her online journal daily. Whoever is in charge over there sets a theme for the month. Chosen themes are there to help; using them is not compulsory.
The best part? I passed this personal test for eight glorious days. Despite my suspicions that I have too much of nothing to say, I was able to force myself to meet the deadline — MIDNIGHT EST — eight days in a row, even though my fibromyalgia and/or insanity was flaring up. I made sure I had my column posted by midnight, no matter what the article contained.
Then I ruined it. I was too achy and exhausted to write anything on the ninth. Those feelings echoed throughout the week, eventually gaining a partner in keeping me from this log: having to stretch some of my medications and ultimately running out. This is also known as my doctor went on vacation, I had no way of knowing she'd be out, the on-call doctor refused to fill my prescriptions, and nobody could do anything about it. In other words I was fucked.
My participation in this project began to fail. Going over the past 10 days or so, you will find signs of life. An anniversary message and even some comments. My OCD was pleased to find the coincidental matching of numbers for the dates and IDs of entries, which is why, among other things, you'll find the title "tomorrow" (and not much else) filling the void where my daily writing should have been published.
All of that just to say: I'd like to restart my daily rambling today. The end of tomorrow... as a placeholder, at any rate.
Cheers to Brock, a fellow who stopped by and took the time remark on my echoverse.org anniversary note. Unfortunately, he (or she — I shouldn't make assumptions based on names) did not provide a link, so I can't show it to you.
I can show you the link to fellow "head case" and mysterious observer AJ a.k.a. the alien-joseph.
cheers,
echo
"I am the undertow of the worst driven cow."
Thursday August 20 2009: it echoes to this day...
resonate?
