today marks the beginning of week two in my new job. i'm having fun, but when the alarm clock went off this a.m., i severely missed being unemployed.

i've been looking at the referrers for my site (as collected by thecounter.com) and i noticed two distinctly disturbing search queries that led viewers to my site: "bacteria on toilet" and "re my sister on the toilet". so, if you've gotten here by mistake, please note that this site is not about toilets or about sisters and/or bacteria thereon.

so it's back to work with me... i began my morning at the bus stop, where a woman smelling of cough drops gave me the low-down on the #15 scene. only one shout of "back door!" interrupted the relative quiet of the bus. it erupted from a man who got off and immediately lit a cigarette, leading me to wonder if that's the sole reason he got off the bus.

by the way, i've been enjoying happy woman magazine. lest the headlines drive you away, i can assure you that it's a parody and is worth digging through.

funny how things work out... i was offered (and accepted) a job today. (yay for me!!) about an hour later, i got an e-mail saying that the company i used to work for (until they closed our office in january) filed bankruptcy today.

finally! "a german scientist is now prescribing aimless sloth as the antidote to professional stress and the secret to a long life."

today seems to be the day for seeing people do things they're not supposed to. maybe. i can't really tell... allow me to explain: i came home from the coffee shop this morning to see a man in a minivan pull up at my apartment complex. from where i stood, it looked like he removed garbage from his minivan and put it in our dumpster. i've never seen the man or his minivan before. he smiled, waved at me, and took off. highly suspicious.

later, i was at the post office and there was a man on the sidewalk contemplating the back-seat window of an old, beat up volvo. the glass of the window was intact, but the frame was in the process of being separated from the body of the car. the man went through a cycle of staring at the window, wedging his finger into the gap, and scratching his chin. i gave him a suspicious look, but i'm not very intimidating and he offered no explanation. it could very well be his car, so i did nothing and drove off. also, he was bigger and meaner looking than me.

for those of you who are wondering, i'm still unemployed. looking for a web developer? check out my resumé and send me an e-mail.

my favorite springtime poem, by ee cummings:

sweet springtime
is my time, is your time, is our time
springtime is love time
and viva sweet love

it looks like everyone's been busy with their web sites. i just finished coding leslie's site not too long ago; chris has changed his whole look. tracy has a blog of her own, and justin finally got his site going... must be something about the springtime.

i went to sunny chico, ca for a family reunion this weekend. while there, i saw a license plate frame that said: "all your base are belong to us." scary.