* One of my favorite things about working on an iMac is that I no longer have to worry about carrying a mirror because iPhoto Booth is like having the most awesome mirror times twenty. It is the mirror for nerds like me.

* Every time I get an email from JP, I immediately wonder why it reads "John" as opposed to "Dad."

* Last night Scott uploaded Joe Jackson's Greatest Hits for me. And The Very Best of Hall & Oates. The other day, I complained about being referred to lately as "mam." Clearly I need to face reality. My iPod says as much about my age as do the lines around my eyes.

* My new job provides a pop machine in the cafeteria where all the pop - and it's good pop - is $.25 a can. Diet Coke and I have resumed our bubbly, chemically goodness-filled affair. My skin is as cracked as a clay vase.

* When I was in Las Vegas this week, I watched as a perfectly normal-seeming woman - well, as normal-seeming as some of these folks who land in Vegas are - sit at a slot machine at Caesar's Palace, pull out a bottle of Scope, take a swig, swish it around in her mouth for a few minutes, and then grab a randomly discarded coffee mug to spit it all out. My girl Hixx might be disappointed to learn this, but Las Vegas can bite me. If I start going off here about how I really feel about this place, I'm bound to insult someone.

Let's just say that the Scope-swilling situation has never happened to me on the CTA. Thank God I was there for work and didn't have to pay for any of it.

* Speaking of the CTA, someone who works for the CTA has started reading my site almost every day. To you, CTA worker, I say, "Thanks for your blue line!" I've started taking the blue line to work and I love it so much I want to make out with it. I'm home from work in 35 minutes. And that includes the 1/2 mile it takes me to walk to the el station.

* I miss Oprah. Last year my schedule at the paper allowed me to watch Oprah every day. Now I can't, and I'm going to start Tivo-ing it. Something I can admit to you now is that I was interviewing for a job at Oprah before I took the job I have now. That's right - I was in the inner sanctum. It took everything in me not to blog about the fact that I was sitting, alone, in the a conference room for a few minutes, and massive pictures of Oprah adorned the walls and it wasn't done ironically.

I ultimately declined to pursue the job - the process would have been several more weeks, with no guarantee of a job at the end, and I had another offer on the table - but it was fun to meet everyone at the Oprah.com team again - we'd met months earlier - and hopefully we'll have drinks soon. (Hint, hint, M)

Anyway, This is why I miss watching Oprah. I love her show. I do. I have no problem admitting this.

Posted by Erin at 05:15 PM | filed under: Random Stupidity