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Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

An interesting thing has happened since I’ve started blogging:  nobody needs to talk to me anymore.  They already know what’s up with me; they’ve read my blog.  (The only person who this doesn’t hold true for is b3, who doesn’t read my blog, because, well, that would involve reading.  Oh, and b2, who is currently having trouble with the ladeez and somehow thinks I might have some insight for him …)

I didn’t notice at first, it’s been a slow decline.  And, well, I tend to shy away from actual contact with other human beings, so it wasn’t something that even registered on my radar.  But now that I’ve noticed, I do kind of wonder what’s going on with everyone else …

Another side-effect of blogging, is that now there are people who know me, and I don’t know them.  Neighbors, work colleagues, church acquaintances.  My blog is my heart and soul, right there on the internet for anyone to see.  Not that I mind; I mean, I’m the one who puts it all out there.  But - it means that, for the mere price of a few minutes invested in reading my silly little thoughts, a person can really get a glimpse into all of my crazies.  And they don’t have to share any crazies back.  All of y’all have something on me - and I got nothin’ on you.

So - if you feel so inclined - please do let me know where your blogs reside.  I’d like to know what’s going on with you!  And well, I mean, an actual conversation, in person, is just a little too much … (Oh, and for the husband’s friends, I think I’ve already got you all on my google reader.)

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, January 14th, 2008

I have the hugest polo collection you’ve ever seen.  Red, yellow, a couple blue ones, brown, dark gray, light gray, striped, you name it, I have it.  (Except for pink.  There’s no room for pink in my collection …)

It’s strange, how something that started out so preppy, has become an icon of nerdliness.  In my office of software-developing geeks, we all wear polos.  Having left the comfort of hoodies and t-shirts with obnoxious (but clever!) slogans behind in our college days, we have embraced the next best thing:  The polo t-shirt. 

Because, honestly, it has (almost) all the comfort of a tshirt.  But with a real collar, it has a place in the professional workplace.  Even though our managers might like to see more buttons, longer sleeves, and, well, clothing that requires ironing, the polo t-shirt is here to stay.  And I have a collection to rival the best of ‘em.

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, December 17th, 2007

I’m distributing my Christmas newsletter via blog! Never heard of a Christmas newsletter? It’s a long-standing tradition in my family to deluge the world with a ‘Christmas newsletter’ with all the year’s happenings. Instead of mailing it out in print, I’ve decided to use electronic media. That way, my 5 readers who might care can get the scoop, and the 32 other people I sent Christmas cards won’t have to be all, “as if I care,” as they toss it in the trash.

So here’s the wrap-up for 2007!

The cats and I rang in the year with the assembly of my Lego Batmobile. The turtle … burrowed under her newspapers and ate a lima bean. And the husband … did something exciting, I’m sure, on his computer in the basement.

The husband got a promotion to timesheet-approver of 5 hapless souls. My boss decided that I don’t completely suck, and has allowed me to keep working and drawing a paycheck.

We dropped directv, and moved to cable.

I built a rock garden, tore up a rock garden, got approved to build a rock garden, joined the HOA ARB, and got kicked off till I get my act together and clean up my disgrace of a fenced-in backyard. A fenced in backyard that nobody can see except for the people and critters who live in my house, and, apparently, members of the HOA Board who like to hang out in random people’s backyards.

We got sunburns on our sunburns in San Diego.

The cats shoved 14 toys under the refrigerator and range. Oh, let me be honest: Forge shoved 13 toys under the refrigerator and range. Havok managed to get one lodged under the range, but he didn’t intend to. Because, well, he sorta understands that you can’t play with a toy that you can’t reach.

Our AC went out during the hottest part of the summer. Ah, that was good times.

WE GOT CLEANING LADIES. If you have it in your budget, I highly recommend it for the cleaning averse. I HATE HATE HATE cleaning bathrooms, they gross me out - plus, it’s not a quick task when you put it off for as long as possible. I never have to do it anymore. Also, I rarely have to vacuum or sweep or mop anymore. And, there’s nothing like that feeling on the first or third Tuesday evening of the month, that I’m not gonna wipe off my counters cuz there are people coming tomorrow who will do it for me. Juvenile, maybe, but it’s a nice feeling.

We moved from cable to FIOS.

Forge found a new hiding place, in the rafters of the utility room. It keeps him safe from visitors, except, well, the heating/AC folks and the cleaning ladies. And the FIOS installer, he REALLY gave her a start when she noticed him hovering a few feet above her head.

I made it to level 70 with my wow character. And then I proceeded to stop playing wow. Ah, well, the husband is getting some use of my level 70 hunter.

We attended The husband’s 10 year reunion. The husband is still not popular.

Tortellini ate 20 yellow squashes, 4 zucchini squashes, and over 2000 lima beans. She is really doing her part to make sure children in the area will be spared the awful fate of “vegetable eating.”

The husband and his work buddy launched strahotski.com, which is now bringing in actual money! Not enough to quit the day jobs kind of money, but perhaps almost enough to make it pay for itself.

The husband’s friends left 37 comments on my blog. His family, 10. My friends? 8. My family, 4. Clearly, I need to recruit some more friends and family. Or maybe, find some friends who like to read and comment on silly blogs …

The husband mowed the lawn on 5 occasions, and weed-eated 4 times. Still not enough to make the HOA happy, but, well, what are you going to do? Get blacklisted from joining the ARB?

akaemi.com did not make me famous. In fact, it did not bring in a single penny. It had 290 visitors, 280 of whom have only visited once. Guess maybe I should find a purty girl to base my site on …

We put up Christmas lights for the first time ever! They aren’t quite as pretty as the Amy-house, but, well, there’s always next year.

We joined linked in and facebook. The husband is immensely more popular than myself. Most of my friends are really his friends.

We watched 27 movies.

And yes - we had no babies.

Happy Holidays, from

akaemi, the husband, tortellini the grouchy, havok the OCD, and forge the sink-pooper

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

I have mastered the art of traveling with minimal interaction with other human beings. Other than my husband, of course.

No, I am not talking about a road trip where you drive out to the middle of nowhere, hike 5 miles, and then pitch a tent; I am talking about a trip that involves flying on a plane and renting a car.

This is all possible thanks to the introduction of the new “self-service” industry. I can book a flight online. Then, 24 hours before my flight leaves, I can check in online, pick my seats, and print my boarding passes. When I get to the airport, there is a special line for me - the “people who already have their boarding passes and need to check bags line.” This line is shorter and faster moving than the other lines. When I get to the front, I enter my information into a self-service check in machine, where I confirm the number of bags I am checking, and then it prints my luggage tags. I do have to show my license to a person who then puts the tags on my bags, but that is it. No prolonged conversation about where I am going. Just me getting on my way.

There is mandatory personal interaction to get through security. As long as you don’t get tagged as “suspicious” - which, these days, includes traveling with children who require such suspicious items as “baby formula” or “juice” - this interaction is pretty minimal, though it does involve disrobing.

Upon arriving at my destination, I ride the bus to the car rental place, get in a car, and drive away. You think I forgot the part where I stand in line for 45 minutes to get the keys to the car I reserved, but I didn’t. I rented from Alamo, who allows me to check in online. Before leaving my home, I paid for my car, declined all the silly insurances, and printed out the 10 page rental agreement. This allows me to bypass the torturous car rental counter. (”Do you want to upgrade your car for an additional $10 a day? Do you want uber-insurance, super-uber insurance, or super-duper-uber insurance? Will you be needing any carseats? Do you want a GPS direction-giving-doo-bob? How about a Sirius radio?”)

As I drive my rental car out of the facility, I stop for 26 seconds and hand my rental agreement, credit card, and drivers licence to a man in a little booth. He checks everything over, enters the car I’m taking into the system, and then I am good to go.

I am excited about the future of the self-service industry. When done poorly, it can be for a miserable experience. But when done right - it is truly delightful to not have to deal with, well, people.

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, November 19th, 2007

I love Quicken.  A lot.  More than any normal, healthy person should, I mean.  I balance my checkbook almost every day just so I can see all the pretty charts, calendars and graphs it makes for me.

Before Quicken, there was no balancing my accounts.  There was just the knowledge and hope (mostly hope) that I had money there.  There was the checking of the atm receipt, and the occasional phone call to the automated system to make sure there was still money.

And then there was Quicken!  I could download my bank statements right into it!  I could set up spending categories!  I could make up a budget!  I could enter all my monthly bills and have it remind me to pay them on time!

Most importantly, though, was the pictures it made with my money!  A pie chart that showed that ‘rent’ took the biggest bite out of my check.  A calendared bar chart that showed my daily balance over the last month.  Comparison charts so I could compare this month’s spending to last month’s.

Who knew, all that time, I was just a graph and a chart away from fiscal responsibility.

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, November 12th, 2007

I like Chuck. It’s a great new tv show that stars a guy who works at “Buy More” for the “Nerd Herd.” As if that isn’t nerdly enough, Chuck manages to get a special email one day - an email that, when he opens it, programs his brain into some kind of supercomputer that holds all the nation’s deepest secrets.

So, tune in to NBC on Monday nights! And if you’re as intrigued my Ms. Strahovski as my husband and his coworker are, be sure to check out strahotski.com.

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, November 5th, 2007

I keep a camera in my bathroom, so I can be sure to capture a picture of my cat drinking out of the toilet. And why is this so nerdly, you might ask? Because once I capture that perfect picture of my cat, standing on his tippy toes of his back legs, with one paw wrapped around the porcelain bowl, and with his head sunk deep in the basin, I will have a most perfect lolcat.

(If you don’t know what an lolcat is, you really need to check out the link, or google lolcats. Otherwise, you might as well stop reading.)

With a picture of my cat with his head in the toilet, the possibilities are endless! From hangover-kitty, to reconsidering-that-mexican-place cat, to plumber-kitty, to oh-what-tastiness cat - I could go on and on. And with the help of my husband - and my loyal readers - I’m sure I could come up with a myriad of hilarious captions.

So - what have you? I’ll keep working on the picture - give me some captions!

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, October 22nd, 2007

I have a lego collection. That’s right, I’m a 28-year old woman with a lego collection.

And not just any legos; mostly Star Wars and Batman, but also a Spiderman and a Steven Spielberg set or two. My pride and joy would have to be my Millennium Falcon and my Batmobile.

My favorite thing about legos, though, is the little people. I have a batman, cat woman, two-face, spiderman, mary jane, steven spielberg, yoda, chewie, han solo, princess leia in white robes with buns, princess leia in metal bikini, luke skywalker, darth vader, darth maul, r2d2, anakin, and jabba the hut. I have little lego light sabers. I have little lego flames. I have little lego wheels, and little lego steering wheels.

I first discovered legos when b3 got a pirate lego set for Christmas one year - and yes, I did insist on putting it together for him. There were lego sharks, lego monkeys, a lego parrot, lego cannons, and lego palm trees. Not to mention the castle and pirate ship! It was awesome, and I was hooked.

If you haven’t given legos a try lately, consider it. At the very least, go to a lego store and marvel at the wonder that is lego.

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Sunday, October 14th, 2007

I almost got invited to a ninja vs. pirates party. And I was absolutely excited about it!

I contemplated dressing like a pirate - I do have knee-high pirate socks. But when it comes down to it, ninjas are just cooler. A touch of the supernatural, finely honed fighting skills - plus awesome clothing. I have two kimonos, one chinese dress, and a vietnamese pantsuit-dress thing - so I had the outfit down. All I needed was a samurai sword, and I woulda been totally ready to get my lucy liu on.

But, alas, the party never happened, and I was never invited. I’m still keeping my eyes out for a samurai sword, though - I want to be ready for my next invite.

don’t even try to out-nerd me …

Monday, October 8th, 2007

I love spreadsheets. A LOT. Especially google spreadsheets! With google spreadsheets, I can update my spreadsheets whenever I get the hankering - I don’t have to wait till I get home to my computer.

I have a spreadsheet to keep track of my vacation time. There’s a sheet for my husband, a sheet for me, and then a sheet to track all the vacations we’ve taken over the year. In a glance, I can tell how much money and time we’ve spent on trips - as well as how many mental health sick days we’ve taken.

I have a spreadsheet to track all my loans. I can see the monthly payment, the amount left for each loan, as well as the final payoff date. And I update it as necessary, whenever I start ‘paying extra’ toward any loan. I leave the mortgage off that spreadsheet, as I like to feel like I’m making some progress towards less indebtedness …

I have a spreadsheet to track all of the colleges I think my sister should go to. This spreadsheet is shared with my sister, of course, who can update the list as she sees fit. With her college spreadsheet, she can quickly see what different schools cost, as well as how well they are ranked in the US News rankings.

I have a spreadsheet to track all my nerdly topics. As I write about each topic, I check it off. And as I think of new topics, I add it to the list!

Spreadsheets are awesome. They are the perfect way to dump what I’m thinking into something a little more logical - and a little more permanent.