Twitter a Mac hater?

As the Marketing Manager for Clark Planetarium, I spent last night in preparation for my presentation to the board of directors about how our organization can better promote itself in the digital arena. As part of my investigation I have not once, not twice, but three times tried to get my Twitter account set up and functional to demonstrate its capabilities.

I set up my account. Tell my computer to remember the password and username as I log into the site after setting up my account. Leave a tweet. Log out. And boom, the next time I try to log in - either using my remembered username and password or typing it in (yes I am using the correct login) this silly page tells me:



I'm out of patience. I invited my group of friends to follow me on this site, now I can't reset my password and I've used up two good usernames that are now registered as taken.

I hear Plurk is a good alternative. Sorry Twitter, you're either a Mac hater or you just plain don't have your act together. Either way, I'm moving on.

At least the furniture is protected...

After spending the last hour trying to adhere "Soft Paws" to my cat's feet so she will stop turning everything in my house into scratch post matter, I am now covered in super glue, nail polish remover and lighter fluid.

While I enjoy the protection that the vinyl nail protectors provide my furniture, I will think twice about trying to stabilize a cat between my legs, shoo away a dog and maneuver two tubes of super glue at the same time.

After releasing said cat, trying to pick cat hair out of the quickly drying super glue and ultimately smearing more super glue on to the night stand, I ventured into the bathroom to determine what strength of chemical was best to remove the mess from my hands.

I am now my own personal chemistry set, my eyes burn and a couple of my fingertips are lacking the fingerprints that used to accompany them.

Oh, and yes, the cat will kill me in my sleep if she gets the chance.

The Universe and my underpants

I tried really hard to not post this blog tonight, but the rational side of my brain has lost the battle....It's a bit too much information, but it is relevant all the same.

I have come to the conclusion that, for now, events in my life have a direct correlation to malfunctioning underpants. Not in a gross way, more in a "Wow. That's pretty inconvenient," kind of way.

Like last week. On the day my house deal began to implode. When I arrived at home, I could not believe how something that started so right, could go so wrong.

Late in the evening I noticed that the underpants, they were on upside down (yes, that's right - I call it upside down when I get dressed in the dark and manage to put the underwear on inside-out. Um, yes, it happens more often than I'd like to admit).

Today, oddities all around me and still more of the house conundrum. Just when I thought I was done dealing with the surprises...Things get just a bit dumber. For example, the moving company informing us that we could not get our deposit back. After two phone calls of being informed that we could get our deposit back if something fell apart or needed to change (with the most recent call being last Thursday), they have informed us today that they will keep the funds.

Dumber yet, was that the underpants decided to feature spontaneously combusting elastic in the leg...And they're new! But I left them there, all crooked and awful, adding to my grouchy, literally lopsided, disposition until I arrived home.

Tonight, as I sit here typing in my lounge pants, I'm contemplating one word quietly to myself ,

"Commando?"

It's worth a try.