The Daily Sabs

the sf skies are still gray, but we're going to live the american dream and keep on doing what we do. impromptu bbq at 3! happy fourth of july everyone!

ps. this was my fave holiday as a child. it probably has something to do with a military childhood upbringing and parades involving guns and peacekeepers and baton twirling and hot dogs and potato salad and tons of money wasted on fireworks, particularly sparklers.

my mom called me this evening just to chat. she wanted to know what i do for a living - even though we've been over this a thousand times - and eventually i had to settle with "i help people build websites." despite my cs/art background, she didn't believe it was something i could do and doesn't quite understand - she barely could explain to folks when i wrote online for a living, so you can see where this might be a bit hard for her to wrap her head around. i've also been trying to convince her to start her own site, but much to your loss (and believe me, this is a great loss), she doesn't want to.

if my mom had a blog it would be full of great things like this random story she told me tonight.

she recently read about a taiwanese police chief who committed suicide in his office. the office has been changed into some sort of resting area for long shifts, but folks would rather sleep in their squad cars because they swear they can hear the chief calling out their name. you know, a typical ghost story. however my mom's thinks she knows why he's haunting them. (1) because they need to clear his name in the investigation that made him commit suicide, and the more import reason to her (2) the pictures they showed of the resting area are filthy with algae growing in the tiles and if it was her she would definitely haunt these people until they cleaned the room and made it less disgusting.

that's right, my mom says the ghost is haunting them because the bathroom is dirty.

ps. i apologize for the ridic and wrinkled costume. i didn't have enough time to properly do it up before my midnight deadline.

My mom (aka morm and sometimes aka momy) insisted on doing my hair today. Tonight is the night of the chinese wedding banquet and the lady is a bit frantic (this is definitely her event not ours). I'm not 100% sure why one of her several hairdresser friends isn't doing my hair instead, but hey, you don't ask morm these things.

What you do ask her is when the last time she used her 1970's portable hairdrying machine was. Your answer will be "oh probably ten years ago," but both you and she will know that the real answer is much longer ago than that.