I know I am a total geek cliché for thinking this is awesome, but it just is. Click on the photo for a slightly bigger version.

Via demotivate.info.

Yes, I know. It’s been 32 days since my last post. If I have any readers left, allow me to remind you that I posted every single day last November. Let’s just say that, on average, I’m not super lame. Only a little bit.

So what have I done since June 9? Here’s a small sample of the happenings:

• I attended my brother’s wedding, which was lovely, touching, and held on a criminally beautiful beach in Delaware.
• I worked temp gigs at an architecture firm, an engineering firm, a private equity firm that doubles as the X Consulate, a real estate brokerage, a biotech company, a tech company, and another tech company. Yes, we’re high on tech here in the Bay Area.
• I watched with mild trepidation as my boyfriend gouged a hole in the wall next to his front door, made some electrical adjustments, and wound up with a perfectly functioning keyless entry system.
• I got an ongoing part time job doing user support for an application hosted on a popular social networking site. If you can guess the site and the app, I’ll buy you a drink.
• I convinced an organization that has owed me money for the last six months to pay me. I was assertive. You might even say agressive.
• I reacquainted myself with Oakland while sitting for my friends’ dog.

Thanks for (still) reading.

I guess this is like enriched Wonder Bread?

The verdict? Tastes like chicken. I mean, like regular Diet Coke. Hooray for horribly unhealthy substances made vaguely healthier! That is, if the “vitamins and minerals” don’t get warped into toxic waste by the other stuff in this glorified battery acid.

Hey, we all have our addictions. Mine is a lot healthier than most others’ in my neighborhood.

It isn’t often that I bake things requiring a variety of ingredients:

Not Wednesday, December 21. This is useful information when:

• You are generally trying to function in the United States or some other Gregorian-calendar-using place
• You are stressed out and not sleeping because you are trying to put together a job application due on December 21

At least I didn’t mix it up the other way around.

On a tangential note, this is my third “God Am I Lame” post in the last eight days. What’s happening to me? I used to be all rad, all the time, until I moved to San Francisco. Is there something in the water here that’s making me lame?

Apparently, I only know one person that uses Facebook. If you do, please add me as your friend so I no longer look like a loser.

There’s nothing like moving to convince you to give away your possessions.  However, I can’t seem to part with my shoes: