Random Happens

End of an era?

Since my blogging has been lax at best and most of the time non-existant, I realized it was silly to keep paying for hosting that I wasn’t really using.  A Strange Day points (via link) here now. The official URL for this site is http://dataangel.net. Make this your bookmark.

A Strange Day will stay up until it’s time to renew the hosting/domain.

Dataangel.net is the first domain I ever registered.  Even though I’m TheNinth almost everywhere now, a DataAngel is still what I am.

Bum's Rush?

We went to Slainte last night, which is usually a good thing. Except last night it felt like the waitress was trying to hustle us out of there. We ordered quickly — we go there a lot so we know what we like. We didn’t order much in the way of food and Kitti wanted to pace himself on the drinking, so when she came back and asked if he wanted another he said “no, I’m good.” (he still had some in his glass) which she took to mean “no more for me, thanks”.

So she brought us the check. And cleared the table Including the soda I was still drinking. And left. I was gonna order dessert, but it just felt like she wanted us out of there, so we left. I could understand if the place was packed and they didn’t want the tables taken up with people just loitering, but it was actually pretty empty and nowhere near closing.

I left a tip. A perfectly adequate 15% tip. Which for me is low. For me at Slanty is really low.

I’m thirty-seven years old. I’ve known about my seafood allergy since I was probably three-years-old or so. You would think that by now I would have learned about staying out of places where there’s seafood.

Like work cafeterias on Fridays during Lent.

I ended up just getting a bottled soda out of fear of cross-contamination. Unfortunately the line for the register was right up to the hot food counter/grill, which meant the smell of fish was pretty strong.

Yes, I am that allergic.

I’ve taken a half dose of Benadryl and will now spend the rest of the day hoping that it doesn’t give me The Streetcorner Nods.

Today I'm an INTJ.

Today I tested as INTJ.  Sometimes I come up as an INFJ or INTP result. I’ve never been INFP.

Suggested careers are jobs in the natural sciences, information system specialist, social service worker, lawyer, and librarian. Which isn’t a surprise to anyone that knows me.

Strangely, my blog is an ESFP.

Things I Don't Admit Often #1

I like Andrew Lloyd Webber.

I don’t admit it often, because there are a lot of people out there who don’t like him — people who think he’s cheezy or overexposed or just obnoxious.  But I can’t help it. I like ‘im!  I don’t like everything he’s put together, and I know some of his stuff is obviously heavily influenced by other people, but you have to admit he’s been influenced by some really good stuff.

Jesus Christ Superstar has some honestly fantastic stuff in it.  So does Evita (while I’m admitting things, I totally dig the Madonna film version). And I don’t care how lame it is to admit it: I also totally love Cats.

There you go. I like Andrew Lloyd Webber.

I do not, however, enjoy Stephen Sondheim at all, with the exception of West Side Story (music by Leonard Bernstein), and Gypsy (music by Jule Styne).  There are a few bits in Sweeny Todd that I like, but they’re the songs that sound an awful lot like things in West Side Story. 

Into the Woods makes me want to kick a wall. Repeatedly.

You know, maybe if Andrew Lloyd Webber wrote the music and Sondheim wrote the words, it’d be okay, because I suppose I don’t mind Sondheim as a lyricist. I just hate his compositions.