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Dear Laptop,
I know you're sluggish. I know you overheat. I know you have a very hard time keeping up with me. But if you could please hang on till Adobe releases Creative Suite 3, I would be so very, very grateful.
Thanks,
Your owner
Dear Adobe,
I've read that Creative Suite 3 will be released sometime in March through July of 2007. Could you please do me a huge favor and release it sooner rather than later? I have a laptop that is waiting for this to happen so it can go to the great Scottsdale in the sky.
Thanks,
Your customer
Dear Apple,
The next time you're ready to release a major overhaul of your system, can you please contact the companies that make the software that a lot of your customers use earlier so we can use your gigahertz of dual-processing power with the software that we want to use?
Thanks,
Your troubleshooter
Dear Stool Pigeon,
If you know when Adobe is releaseing CS3, could you please let it slip to me? I'll pay you and I'll promise not to share.
Thanks,
Your Secret Admirer
Dear Taxman,
When you process our tax forms, can you do your best to not make it cost us a whole lot? See I want a new computer, and if you're going to tell me I have to empty my savings account to pay you, I'm going to have to wait longer to buy a computer and that will make me sad. Very sad.
Thanks for your assistance,
Your client
Dear Self,
You really do need to make a decision about whether you go with the 15" MacBook Pro, the 13" MacBook, or a refurbished laptop that is older. And you need to decide if it is a better deal to get a new computer or a refurbished computer. And you need to decide if the $350 gamble to get the Apple Protection Plan is worth it. I know you hate making these kinds of decisions. But the more you read about this, the more confused you get. So maybe you should stop reading and start deciding? Just a suggestion.
Thanks,
Your Id
Who or what do you really love?
My guy. Who totally gets my sense of humor. I mean not everyone one would get misty over a Valentine's Day card with an armadillo on it.
And sushi. I love my sushi/You got to love your sushi
I'm in the living room ordering a part for my sewing machine, cause it broke and now I can't sew. Andrew is in my sewing room cutting out little fabric pieces to turn them into bunnies for his Bunnies. And he's using my scissors. The good ones. The ones that it took years for me to get him to understand that just cutting a small piece of paper with was a no-no. And he's using them on fabric and batting and its okay. But I'm the one who makes that noise, not him, usually. So hearing him make that noise is making me resist the urge to go in my room and tell him not to use my scissors, cause that sound makes me nervous when it comes from him. And not the giggly, butterflies in my stomach kind of nervous.
I've been meaning to locate an actual photo of myself to upload for my profile image for months, but I keep procrastinating. And I had to send a headshot to a website that is selling my bags (bagadoodle.com) so I figured I would go ahead and use it here, too. It doesn't really look like me. I have a flower in my hair, lord only knows when the last time was that I did that. I'm wearing more makeup than Tammy Faye Baker (not really, but it sure felt like it), and my hair is D-I-D as the girls on the train say. Seriously, not only did it take my typical two hours for coloring, cutting and the like (it is so hard for me to sit still for that long, you have no idea) but it took an extra hour and a half for my stylist to curl and hairspray me up. I had ringlets that made me look like Redilocks (instead of Goldilocks), and even after I slid across the dance floor and played air guitar during the guitar solor to AC/DC's "Shook Me All Not Long", I still had body and bounce.
So, I'll never look like this again, which is what I'm saying. But that's okay, cause you can barely see me anyway.
Link: Find someone on Vox who has the same name as yours. Any similarities?
Um, there aren't any. No, really! There aren't any. All the pictures on these four pages are either of me or by me. Except for that one random photo of Dave, whathe?
And when I just do a web search with my name, I'm pretty sure the 16,300 links that come all relate to me as well. I bet you could find your way from any of those links to my website in just a few clicks.
So, there just isn't anyone else in the world named Cinnamon Cooper.
I normally hate reading about people's dreams. I firmly believe they're far more interesting to the dreamer than anyone else. As such, I don't know that I've ever posted anything about a dream that took more than two minutes to read. But this is more than that. I promise.
When I worked in retail, the standard anxiety dream was being told by my supervisor that I could leave after I helped one last customer. That customer would then pull a Bible-sized list out of a purse or pocket. When I worked at a restaraunt, I would get sat by a group of 50 just before my shift ended. When I worked for a photo lab, I would pick up my last job bag for the day and it would have 5000 negatives in it to print. When I worked for the print shop, I would have to restart the computer and the printer and the computer and the printer and recollate everything by hand.
And I don't know when the last time was that I had a work anxiety dream. I really think I've not had one at this job. I know work has occasionally affected my sleep, but for the most part I've been dream free. Well last night, or at least a few hours ago for me, I dreamt that I walked into my cube/office and there was a small blob of peanut butter on my desk. I turned to answer the phone and when I turned back it was spreading. I'm carrying on a conversation and watching it spread across my desk. I push a pile of papers out of the way, and do it again and then picke them up to move them to a filing cabinet which is suddenly coatded in peanut butter as well. And I accidentally touch some of it and then it is creeping up my arm and I can't wipe it off and it's coming out of the phone and its everywhere and then I wake up. I wake up twitching and violently and the cats jump off the bed because I scare them (Andrew doesn't move) and the first thing I think is "Man this is a sticky situation I've gotten myself into." And then I start laughing silently so I don't wake up Andrw and the cats come back to bed, with their suspicious and tired noses smelling at me. And I haven't been able to get back to sleep. All because I had a peanut butter nightmare
My brain, it is TEH WEIRD!!!1!!
"Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 5 facts about yourself. Then choose 5 people you want to tag and list their names. Then leave a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged."
"Facts," eh?
Damn you, Andrew.
- I hate answering memes like this. I understand that its good fodder and you might end up writing about something you find interesting, but gah I don't like them.
- I got into an argument with my 5th grade science teacher about how green-blue crayons were a different color than blue-green. Blue-green was my favorite color and it was more blue than green whereas green-blue was more green than blue. He finally puffed and said that the blue-green and green blue were very similar to another blue crayon in the box. He pulled it out, put it beside them, and I said "Mr. Stein, that is gray." And that is when I realized what being color-blind would be like. The idea of no blue-green in my life made me sad.
- I was used to being the smartest kid in my class and having alll of my teachers fawn all over me. And for a while in high school I just didn't care and screwed around and still mostly got A's because I was great at test taking. Then I started college, met people smarter than me and realized I'd just been very sheltered, I wasn't that smart.
- I'm a lot funnier in email and IM than I am in person. Something about porcessing words to write makes me pause just enough to be funny, or at least funnier.
- I feel like I'm going to be found out to be an untalented, boring, annoying, and incorrect idiot. It's not a constant fear, but it creeps in when I least expect it and I can't stop it when it happens.
Here is a love song, by the woman who makes me think of love songs as a non-schmaltzy or materialistic tendency. I think most love songs suck. So when I was making huge decisions about a relationship, and my life, and what it all meant, I came across a cd of Nina's tunes and fell head over heels in love. Thankfuly I had the opportunity to see her play live one last time before she passed away and while the seats weren't great, and while the $40 ticket seemed so high at the time, I'm so incredibly glad I went. There is nothing like seeing a brassy, bawdy, diva stand up after singing a song and after getting just a round of applause saying "If I can fly my ass all the way from France, you can get up off yours and show me some respect." Unfortunately, I realized that one of her songs that makes me cry everytime I hear it isn't in my iTunes. I'll have to remedy that. It was the song that I really wanted to share with y'all.
What's on your "do before I die" list?
Submitted by Caroline.
Travel to Italy (I'll be the first member in my family to leave the hemisphere)
Learn to knit holding yarn in both hands at the same time
Read every book I own (which probably means I'll just keep buying books because I'm afraid if this happens I will die)
Live in New Orleans for at least a little while
Learn how to inset an invisible zipper in a skirt and make the rest of the skirt
Make a bag for Ani Difranco (I should just do this and mail it to her)
Make a dish that tastes so good I cry
Keep letting everyone in my life know I love them so in case I go unexpectedly they have no doubts how I felt about them
Make a will (really oughta do this one)
I'm feeling burnt out. Between the day job which is less stressful than it used to be, but more tiring, the small purse business, writing for Gapers Block, neglecting all three of my blogs, seeing friends, trying to read two books for book clubs, trying to spend some time with Andrew, wanting to get more involved with a non-profit I feel committed to and an aldermanic candidate that I want to see win, I'm friend, burnt, and needing a break. I think the fact that I got a cold right after Thanksgiving which kicked my butt for a week and then lingered for two and then getting another cold while in Ohio for Christmas and still not feeling all that recovered, is a sure sign that my body is tired and needs a rest, a break, some relaxation, dammit!
And I intend to give it. I kept saying "I'll relax after Christmas, I'll relax after my orders are finished, I'll relax after New Year's, I'll relax after Martin Luther King weekend. But I have to start relaxing now. I have to work a little less each day. I have to take time to knit and watch Gray's Anatomy. I have to put aside my laptop and stop surfing for purse parts, management advice sources, shopping cart options, and just do something else for a while.
And its hard. I've slowly gotten into this habit where I come home from work, make dinner with Andrew, begin working either in my sewing room or at my laptop and then finally close the laptop at 1 am when I realize that I've just got to get at least some sleep so I'm not miserable the next day.
Last week we both stopped working each night at midnight. That's one hour earlier, and a nice start. I'd like to see us both stop at 11 which means we might actually get 8 hours of sleep a night. It's not exactly a resolution, but more a goal we've both been voicing lately. Losing 15 pounds by getting more exercise, eating less crap, and cooking more dinners are resolutions that are all entertwined into one that goes something like "Live like a responsible adult." We'll see how far we both get on that.
