Golden Shower

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Originally uploaded by Frankiepancakes.

So my lovely, dear sister, who moved and did not tell me last week. But let's be real, she would have asked me to help her lug heavy things, and this I just will not do. She finally calls me since I have forgotten what a phone is or how to even work one, after several weeks with no word at all. My sister I guess is part nomad as she moves every few months. The last time she moved she took back her cat who I had been taking care of for a year when she was bouncing around after college. Pinkerton... sweet sweet Pinkerton who always smelled of fish and looked as though she swallowed a large ball and it was now making it's home in her belly, making her head look twice as small as it should. My sister took Pinkerton back from me almost a year ago as I was also moving into an overpriced apartment with my boyfriend, a nice change from my father's basement apartment (but you couldn't beat the rent.) My sister's affection for her cat runs hot and cold. She loves the cat when it does someting cute but generally ignores it. After a long bout of possible ear mites, she finally brings her cat into the vet's office. For a while my sister thought that the cat hated her since it was in some sort of discomfort and was not being treated properly. But regardless, the cat visits the vet and has all of it's proper shots, this is a formula for a happy cat now. Then she was placed back in her kennel and ready for the drive home. This is one cat that does not ride well, she crapped inthe car while I was driving my sister back from school one afternoon. Well Pinkers didn't poo, this would have been a clean up much to nice for my sister. Pinkers gets her rump up to the edge of the crate door and lets out her bladder. This in turned splashed on my sisters face and was absorbed quickly into the cat who had used her wonder twin's power to turn into a cotton ball and layed in the pool of warm liquid. In a way, my sister got what she deserved and I give high marks to Pinkerton and her aim, but onthe other hand... let's face the facts, there is no other hand, I think the cat did a great job. Sorry Sis, I love you, I know we've fought and not even I would pee on you out of anger or if your life depended on it, but that cat deserves her own cult following.

knee Deep in Design

I'm the sole designer for a print broker. Sole, as in the only one here that can do what I do. This also means that sick days are poo poo'd, vacations will come every 5 years, all responsibility falls onto me, and who really needs a lunch break. I've got work building up around me to the point where I can't even remember what i'm supposed to do. I won't remember your little logo to design when I have 4 16+page publications to design and layout. The only problem here is that my employers are a bit fickle, not about who they hire, they've hired dozens of people in my 2 years here, it's more like they hire people who can at least dress themselves, but once they hire this person, they start to pick them apart. Let's just say, I made my boss mad one day, and I was taking messages from people responding to the designer position which was about to become available. They like me though (Lexapro is my savior, who's yours?) but being burned like that, I have become very territorial of my position here, I reign supreme in my little office that I was awarded. They have suggested getting another designer in here to pick up the scraps that fall off of my table so to speak, but to me that means that my job will be replaced by someone willing to work for less than I do (hard to imagine), and come with rechargable batteries as they will have to be a robot.

I Like to Look at the World Like This

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Originally uploaded by Frankiepancakes.

Do you ever get the feeling that this is what your life is like? I'm just a big dorky kid who has to look through 3d glasses in order to make things more tangeable. but I give major high fives to the artist of this photo who I know not, but it may still be there on www.sxc.hu right now!

Damn you imac

In my failed attempt to connect my beautiful ipod photo, I must have given my computer a migrain. It refuses to open the Safari application and the Email application, and if you want to export songs from a CD into itunes... forget about it. It starts daydreaming halfway through the export, wishing it had another, more adept owner and forgets to complete the file transfer. Do I know what to do? Not a damn clue. so it's either a call to mac support or a clean install. There goes all of the progress I've made on my CSI game. This is the sort of thing that makes me want to stay home from work and pout while I breathlessly call tech support trying not to pass out from panic attack, a $2500.00 panic attack. Thank god I don't work at home. Luckily, since I have nothing but bad luck, I have tried not to save anything onto the hard drive, except for days worth of music.

The ipod of Doom

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Originally uploaded by Frankiepancakes.

Perhaps I am just the unlucky sort of person, or perhaps I am almost retarded. But on a spending spree this weekend to try to wade myself out of depression (some people eat, I spend money I may not have) I bought a basket full of goodies, one GameboyDS (let me tell you, that touch screen is the cats meow) and one brand new ipod photo. I spend all day on a macintosh designing crap that no one will see, unless you live in Fairfax, Stafford or Arlington, then I created your car's county decal. Well after much hesitation, my boyfriend askes me to open up the ipod box, still not believing that I have put more of a debt onto my credit card, I crumbled with curiosity. Ooh great a disk with software to get me started! so after my fantastic imac with OS10.3.whatever loaded with all of the updates started up about 10 minutes later, I instert the disk. Okay, I was looking at an ipod installer and a itunes 4.7 installer. The manual says to install the itunes, so I do this, I come to the install screen and my install was denied, can I download this thing, which also declined at install. The computer locked up when I installed the ipod update, and I was informed that I need the $100 ilife pack to make this thing work. So apple, what i'm trying to say here is, for us broke but loyal customers, please give us the proper software, don't you thing we have paid enough to be the trendiest person in our over priced suburban apartment complex? I became so upset by this debacle I popped a xanax and curled up with my Harry Potter book and fell asleep with my dog's ass in my face. This is not how a weekend of recless spending is supposed to turn out.