I'm starting to feel like Andy Rooney

I have all these little bits of information that are, really, only of interest to me. But I'll share them with my adoring public, I suppose:

I forgot to bring a sweater with me to work today. Dammit. Yesterday I was so cold I forgot to take off the sweater when I went home. I am paying for that now. Brrr. Bring on the hot tea. Again.

One of my non-LJ friends (yes I have them, really) referenced me on her blog site and added this comment: "See, by using one's "blog name" instead of one's real name, I'm showing that I'm part of the blogging community." I know she's just giving me a hard time (that's her job and she's very good at it), but I do sometimes feel silly for using a blog name. However, as I mentioned to her: "I thought about using my real name for LJ, but figured if my mom ever for some reason did a random search for my name on the web, she doesn't need to pull up a journal of mine where I talk about wanting to write porn and being attracted to other girls. Some things we do for the protection of others." That's why I don't use my real name in posts or comments. It seems so silly on the face of it, but...you know, it's my mom, dude.

I finally have a date to India Palace tomorrow for lunch. My joy knows no bounds!

My poor little first knitted scarf ever is 9 inches long as of this morning. And only one giant gaping dropped stitches hole so far.

I'd say we're about halfway through The Project That Shall Not Be Named. Three-quarters through the actual drywall serious construction bit. The rest will (I hope) be less detrimental to my cooking habits.

Last night I gave my first 30 minute massage in over a year. It felt really good. I should keep this up and see if I can go for a full hour again someday. Maybe then I'd feel ready to reconsider massage therapy school. But like sewing, I'm so hesitant to do bodywork for a living. I love doing it for friends. I don't know that I want to do it for money. Or is that fear speaking? Fear of not finding clients? Fear of not having a good insurance plan? I don't know. I take a lot of pride and get a lot of happiness out of what I call my "magic hands"...do I want to risk that joy by having to do it as a job?

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And that's about it for this morning, I think.

Googlism

Has anyone else heard about this? Found it mentioned on the LJ of a friend of a friend.

I tried it and it came out rather shockingly pornographic for me/my name. Although this one boded well for my sewing aspirations this weekend:
lydia is wearing her new outfit and tights
But this one not so much:
lydia is recently deceased