Wow!
Work was definitely crazy today. A whole performance of the Wizard of Oz 
done in less than 3 minutes. I was an honorary member 
of the Guild. Everyone 
had an excellent time and I'm betting we won the pizza party this year. :)
October 31, 2002
me
updated 04.27.11
my name is bekee g. gibson. it occurred to me that many of my past friends and cohorts might never come across my site, because as a youth, i spelled my name "becky". hopefully this reference will help anyone trying to google me.
i have two dogs, jones and nora (not on purpose). we like to spend lots of time at our neighborhood park and running around in the back yard.
i'm happily divorced and, luckily, found my soul-mate along that stressful journey.
i'm pretty smart (and i reserve the right to act stupid every once in a while), i'm also pretty funny. i have a short attention span. i have a long heart line. i have good credit. i have small little toes, i also have small little toenails.
i don't like green peppers or water chestnuts. every month i get a terrible hankerin' for salty foods. i'm fond of orange. i dye my hair. i like watching reruns of the newlywed game. i'm usually always cold unless under a blanket. i find great humor in eating made-to-be-like-meat-but-not foods. i like homemade pizza on a flour tortilla. i also have an awesome rice maker.
i like to knit and sometimes crochet. i know how to play euchre and cribbage. i wear at least one orange article of clothing every day.
i'm careful and compassionate. i try to keep in touch with ex-boyfriends. not in a john-cusak-high-fidelty kind of way, but in a "hi, are you 35 already?" kind of way.
i have a hard time lying about anything; even if it's appropriate. i can be a hermit crab or a butterfly, depending on the time of the month.
i have a weird gift of remembering numbers and numeric sequences. i count steps when i use them. i can read lips pretty well. i know enough braille to make sure hotel bathroom signs are correct (there's one in dubuque that isn't). i'm attempting literary braille certification, but this year has already been far more distracting than the last time i tried it.
October 30, 2002
Halloweener is near
They're going totally crazy at work getting things ready for The Wizard of Oz. This is all very silly. I'm almost considering calling in sick tomorrow, but I won't because then I'll be leaving Denise to fend for herself. Ugh. We're supposed to not spend a whole lot of time on this, nor waste company resources.. yet I'm not sure if the entire department (Web team aside) worked 8 hours combined today! I can't wait until it's over. I'm one of the Lollipop Guilders.
October 29, 2002
Toosday
I have absolutely nothing to say today.
October 27, 2002
Cinematics
We (Kelli, Adam, Kurt and I) went to see The Ring last night. Aside from the drunk, obnoxious, and childish crowd, I thought it was pretty okay. Kinda scary, kinda lame. I'm hard to impress though.
daylight savings
So we're actually not saving daylight, we're consuming more of it. I watched a thing on Discovery yesterday about how the moon moves away from the earth at 1.5 inches a year and it will make our days longer, the further away it gets. All the people who claim that there aren't enough hours in a day should just wait 1,000 years.
October 26, 2002
Today for lunch we have...
Cheater's Enchiladas Prep Time: approx. 10 Minutes. Cook Time: approx. 20 Minutes. Ready in: approx. 30 Minutes.
Makes 8 servings.
1 (8 ounce) container sour cream
8 ounces shredded Monterey Jack cheese
1 (12 ounce) can green enchilada sauce
12 (6 inch) corn tortillas
1 (2 ounce) can chopped black olives
Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. In a small bowl, combine the sour cream and cheese.
3. Into a 9x13 inch pan, pour a small amount of enchilada sauce to coat bottom of pan. Layer 6 tortillas on bottom of pan. Layer half of the cheese-sour cream mixture and 1/3 of the olives over the tortillas. Repeat. Pour the remaining enchilada sauce over the final layer.
4. Bake for 20 minutes. Cut into squares and serve.
Spam
I've never eaten it, I don't think I would like it, and I don't want it in my inbox. This 
is the type of thing I get to look at when I clean out the Deleted Items folder. I think I'd be more upset if those damn Koreans didn't design such cute gambling ads.
October 25, 2002
links from home
I found this link design for chunks on someone's blog. It's a really nice collection of redesigned "barf bags", continuously proving the point that design is everywhere.
Oh, oh!
Hoooooray! Today I paid off a loan that I've had for almost 3 years!
October 24, 2002
Pity story
Not really. Sometimes, a small glimpse of something in my life makes me feel really stupid about my worries. There's a house on my way home from Mickey's. It's inbetween the pizza place and the notorious "crack house". There's a man that lives there with a motion-sensitive light outside his front door. He's in a wheelchair. [this is going to get kinda long] I'd like to consider myself very different from the people that "feel sorry for the handicapped". I have worked with people who were unable to live by themselves, I have a friend whose dad uses a stick in his mouth to type and send email, I learned Braille to simply communicate with someone I worked with. So, I'm walking home, all pissed off that a shift was taken from someone but her work was not replaced to cover Thursday night (making Kurt work an extra 2+ hours) and I see this guy getting into his house, with a motorized wheelchair and a dog with a red saddle-looking thing. This is immediately identifiable as one of the dogs you shouldn't pet, by the way. Just because it was taking him longer to unlock his door and maneuver his way inside, I stopped. I wanted to ask if he needed help. He got in just fine. I feel stupid. Not for wanting to help, because that's inherently in my nature, but for thinking that he may need help (and stopping, subsequently); like he's never done this before. So I'm walking home, thinking, "What can I do for this guy?" (after the fact!) like he even needs anything. I consider a holiday card with a call to action incase he needs a grocery shopper, or a ride somewhere. Then I realize he probably has what he needs or else he wouldn't have gotten this far in his life. So, again, I'm a moron who feels unneccessarily responsible. I think we should all take this moment to consider our state and realize that it's indisputably minor compared to anything else we could be dealing with. Perhaps you already have. Perhaps I belong on the short bus.
so, yea
Well, I made it through the meeting. It was very productive and nice to be a party to. Though my a*s is now draggin'. If I can pull myself away from my beautiful monitor, I'll take a nap.. but that will make going to bed tonight altogether different.
October 23, 2002
blogring
I think I'm going to start taking it. I've been up since about 4:30.. there are really only so many web sites I can stare at in a given week. I had intended on getting up around 7 (now), having some coffee.. reading the news online. Instead, I've been going through old emails, checking up on other blogs, and playing JT's Blocks. I hope I can make it through this all-day meeting.
Amazingly enough...
Nothing new or exciting to report on. Work's been pretty low-key. I've been playing a lot of Flash games making myself excited to get MX at home. Soon. We're preparing for Halloween here at work.. it's taken a lot more time and energy than I think should be applied to something that isn't very productive.. but, whatever. If we win, we get a pizza party. I'm not interested. No new links to share either.
October 21, 2002
moon phases
My calendar says it's going to be a full moon tonight, though it was very full last night. I never know if it means sometime after midnight on the 21st, or some time before midnight on the 21st. Which night is it? Regardless, I'm blaming my off mood on the moon. They almost rhyme.
October 20, 2002
ohmigod
Okay, so Kurt had to exchange his game controller for one that works. This meant a trip to Best Buy. I wondered, aloud, what I was going to get? Well, I got this
cool site finds
Once again, I'm awake at all hours of the night. I got sooo tired at 9 and came home after a bloody mary and promptly passed out. This made me miss the show at the Crystal. Anyhow, here's
October 19, 2002
i'm a g33k
So, I started a webring. I feel like I should go to an Internet Users Anonymous meeting. You can join from here. I wish that you would since I'm the only member right now. It's kind of sad at the beginning.
October 18, 2002
disclaimer: this is not something that moms or family members want to read. So I'm at the bar last night, enjoying my time. Kurt got done early because Liz needed some hours. He's sitting at the bar, chatting with a couple that we met at Dave and Mary's "wedding party" about a month before Kurt and I got hitched. So, I know them what, 5 minutes? Anyhow, it's almost time to go, so I go get Kurt. The second I arrive the couple (both!) turn to me and say, "Are you going to have kids?" Dammit! Who the f*ck are you? Why do I want to discuss /any/ of my future intentions with you, let alone my desire to have or not to have children? And why, all of a sudden in this age of single-mothers, does a marriage automatically mean children are right around the corner? Do you think before you talk? What if I've gone through a horrible disease and am not able to have children and do not want you asking me? What if Kurt is sterile and this is a sore topic? (none of the aforementioned is true, by the way) What if I just don't know and I don't want to talk to you about it? How do I say, "That is none of your business." without sounding like a jacka*s? So here's what happened. I said (my standard answer), "I don't like kids." *Immediately*, the male of the couple (whom I know has 2 teenagers), says, "Kids are awesome! I love them.. blahblahblahblah!" and the woman (not the mother of the teenagers), "Good for you! Kids are terrible. I have to deal with two teenagers every day! Blahblahblahblah!" This ensued for about 5 minutes when I finally said, "I'm going to go over there and sit down and not talk about children." Why? That's all I really want to know. I'm adding, to my list, children as one of the top four things you do not discuss with someone that you barely know. The other three are religion, politics, and abortion.
Good eats!
Ohmigod! Dinner at Harvest was the most fantastic meal I've ever eaten. Thanks to Bob's suggestion, Kurt and I went there last night to celebrate our one-month anniversary of marriage. I don't want to spend too much time explaining things here, because there will be a review up before the weekend is over. Awesome. That's all I can say.
October 16, 2002
link!
Holy crap, _now_ I have something to do at work tomorrow. This site looks totally fun. I am such a sucker for tutorials.
a night spent in
Though Kurt knows I don't really care for movies, he suggested going out to see one last night. By the time I got home from work, I was completely exhausted so I tried to take a nap. I was wakened by the sound of banging dishes. He thought I was in the computer room, as opposed to sliding slowly (but not painlessly!) into dreamland. We decide to rent movies and get a pizza. It's Trivia Tuesday down at Bongo Video. This means you get a free non-new-release if you answer a random trivia question correctly. I stayed home to wait for the food and Kurt went to get the movies. He brings back Shrek, The Salton Sea, and My First Mister. Knowing that he could watch whatever he wanted after I went to bed, we popped in My First Mister. This movie is possibly the worst thing I've ever seen, aside from Zoolander. Poor (sad, not lacking in monitary status), spiteful, gothic girl with piercings and tattoos sheds her hardware (a little too quickly) to get a job at some men's clothing mall-store. Her boss, who took kindly to her (also a bit quickly), is an anal-retentive magazine-addicted loner. They make friends. She falls in love with him (red light! red light! she's 17, he's 48? (my stomach is turning.) He passes out while jogging. We turn the DVD off. It's probably the first time I've actively stopped watching a movie with no intention of ever seeing the end. As you can see, I /do not/ recommend it.
October 15, 2002
Sleep?
Again with the waking up at all hours. I guess when I'm tired at 10:30 I should tape my eyes open and stay up til midnight. This sure makes for a difficult time rolling my as* out of bed when the alarm goes off in 3. On another note: I need to find a small, interesting, freelance web job. For something to do. I love work and stuff, but I have consciously removed myself from most design responsibilities. I can't do it there. There are too many big noses and opinions, and too much statistical data backing up the marketing. It has become so that it doesn't seem interesting enough. Maybe it's just me, but it doesn't mean that I can't do a little on the side. :)
October 13, 2002
Okay, good.
I'm no longer a moron. I sacrificed a little flexibility to get my archive looking right. But damn if relative style sheets will be the death of me.
I found this early one morning
funkuncle. That looks obscene if you read it too fast. It's not. Pucca Club. Probably the cutest thing I'll see today. Susan Kare. Icon design extraordinaire. This site makes me miss my Mac Classic. This will come in handy in the winter.
Who is up at /6/ on a Sunday?
Unless you're over 60, no one should be. I got home from hanging out with Kelli, Adam and Joan at 1:15 and immediately fell into bed. I woke up just now with my nose and toes almost frozen off. Which means our furnace just got turned back on for the winter. It smells kind of "old". But it sucks because the thermostat is in the living room (which is the sunniest and warm room in the house) leaving the bedrooms and bathroom to be continuously cold. And another thing. If you work 3rd shift and live on the first floor under someone who probably doesn't, (you know this because you've lived here for over a year) don't play your f*cking music so loud at 5:30a. I can't sleep in my bed because I don't share the same schedule with aforementioned neighbor. I can't sleep in Kurt's bed cuz his room is an ice cube and I can't sleep on the couch because there's a Kurt there.
October 12, 2002
testing this thang
Only after an hour or so of set-up and config, Moveable Type is powering this here baby. Have I mentioned that I desperately need some girl scouts to come over and wash my car for $5? It's filthy, inside and out. George came over and we got the A/C out of the window. We won't be using it again next year cuz it's old and not energy-efficient. It's sitting up in the attic if any big strong boys want to come over and take it. Free.
October 11, 2002
Wah-hoo!
SO! This f-ing thing pops up at work while I'm trying to find pictures for a new haircut. I freaked out, closed all the windows, cleared my cache and history, and rebooted my machine.. all the while my heart is racing and my face is turning red. So yea, there might have been some links to porno sites on the pages with girls and their short hair, but hell, I wasn't looking at that! So I get home and "reproduce the problem" and see that I freaked out over some lame program that cleans off your hard drive so your "boss, family, mom, dad, husband, wife" doesn't know what you've been looking at. When did we all of a sudden get so untrustworthy? Who the f*ck cares what I look at on my computer? At least it's not porn!
October 10, 2002
sickie.
So, yea.. I'm staying home from work today. I can't really afford it, but I wasn't feeling well when I woke up. I'm actually doing a lot better now. Some hot food is cooling for me and then I should be all rejuvenated. Another note, a site I actually spent time on today was Whats Her Face?
October 9, 2002
babbling
RUh-Roh Shaggy. Looks like the illness infesting my house isn't confined here at all. I left work today at 1 to come home and sleep. Kurt's still in bed, but that's cuz he has to work tonight. I got all mentioned 'n sh*t in my friend's blog
Acropolis.
Well, I did it. I said I would never do it again, but sometimes I don't listen. I got an Acropolis salad (from the Glass Nickel) and ate it immediately preceding bedtime. The crazy dreams it gives me! I had to get up just because I was tired of dreaming! Sheesh. And you know what? They need an online menu.
October 8, 2002
Links from work
Sites I find myself frequently visiting while at work: orisinal.com
October 7, 2002
first timer!
So. It's Monday. It was a cold one! I woke up at 6 and knew that if I went back to bed, there would be hell to pay once my alarm went off as scheduled. Yesterday, Rinky decided he'd give a go at jumping, and pulling himself over the "gate" that keeps them in my bedroom. We're going to have to get a taller gate. I swear, he's part monkey.