Every now and then, I think about things

Today at dinner, one of my friends commented that I'm always on my computer. She's right, and I know that, but it got me thinking about what I do when I'm computing, and I realized that the answer is not a whole lot.
I read a lot of celebrity gossip, a whole lot of blogs, and occasionally even the New York Times. I'm constantly on facebook, and I've almost always got at least one gchat conversation going.
The most interesting thing, though, I think, is that I don't add anything to the internet. Does that make sense? I'm always reading things, and on facebook I look at people's profiles, but aside from gchat, nothing I do on the internet is interactive. I don't frequently comment on blogs, I never update my facebook profile, and I don't even write in here that much. I'm taking a lot from the internet, but I'm not putting anything back.
I don't know that I have that much to contribute to the general pool of writing or thinking that exists online, but maybe that's what's cool about it; anything's out there, even the most boring person's thoughts, if you look hard enough.
What do you think? Should everybody write blogs and comment on other people's writing, or would the world be okay with just a couple really good ones? Shouldeverybody contribute to the collective knowledge that is the internet, or are we better off just taking what we can and contributing if we have something especially interesting or helpful?

On Sexiness

My mom sent roomie|west and me red lace thongs for Valentine's Day. After playing witness to one too many boring bunny makeout sessions, we decided that they could use a little spice in the hutch:

They were not all that impressed by our efforts on behalf of their love life.

In fact, they both pooped in their new lingerie.

Oops.

The other day, I wanted to thank someone, so I baked some cookies.

But then they were sitting there, so instead of giving all of them to my friend, I eated one.

Oops.

Yet another girl skill that I lack

I have been a girl for my whole entire life.
As such, I occasionally like to have pretty fingernails. Usually when such an urge hits, I get a mani pedi, but these days I'm on a budget, so I tried to do it myself.
I have not yet mastered the skill of painting one's own nails, though, even though most girls figure it out around the age of eleven.
I needed a lot of q-tips and nail polish remover.

Still, though, my fingers looked like crap.

I wanted to show my loyal reader a picture of my toes, but they were just kind of gross. Poorly-applied red nail polish kind of looks like blood on your toes, and I wouldn't want to traumatize the whole internet.

Ew.

This weekend has been lovely. Today, I went to Half Moon Bay with Sinny and Gemma, and we walked along the beach and dipped our toesies in the water. It's really quite strange to live someplace this warm.
The fact that California is so warm ALSO means that the farmer's markets never shut down. THAT is just downright incomprehensible to me. The farmers are apparently able to keep growing things all year round. I just can't handle it; in New England, the ground is frozen right now. You'd need a pickaxe to dig in the soil, let alone plant in it. Here, however, there are no such problems. Which meant that yesterday, for a fun adventure, I was able to buy my vegetable from local farmers at the Ferry Plaza farmer's market.
While the very notion of the Ferry Plaza farmer's market, with its ridiculously overpriced produce and yuppy-cum-touristy clientele, kind of bothers me to my very core, I've also been meaning to go for a while, just because it is such a San Francisco institution, and I also kind of secretly love such pretentious things as an overpriced farmer's market. (Wow. I just reread that sentence, and boy oh boy was it long. Sorry 'bout that.) Anyway, I went, I met up with Sinny, we had lunch, I bought some veggies, I felt like I was doing my part for the environment. All was well. Until this evening, when I went to make a salad and discovered that the farmer's market also believes in giving people free pets with their produce:

WOAH

It's been a while.
I went home. It snowed.
I came back to California. It was in the 60s all week.
On Sunday, I walked to the beach. Then I took off my shoes and walked three miles up the beach, dipping my bare toesies in the pacific ocean.
Sometimes, I love living in California.

Homeward Bound

Here are some tidbits that I have learned in the past couple of days:
1. You can pay $2.99 for an hour of wireless at SFO, and, I presume, most airports. (I am aware that most people already knew this. I am not, however, most people.)
2. UCSF medical center has a walk-in urgent care clinic. You don't have to have a doctor at UCSF to use it.
3. The nurse practitioner at UCSF is not all that helpful when you have an attack of the MRSA. They do give you a prescription that, so far, has not caused your face to swell up.

Here are some things that I have observed so far while waiting for my overbooked flight:
1. Two sisters approximately 8 and 10, dressed in matching pajamas and bathrobes. The younger one's p.j.-bathrobe set is blue. The older one's is pink.
2. A 12-year-old girl staring at me strangely for wearing my neck pillow. Her sister is wearing headgear. Headgear is weirder.
3. The planewear of choice for children taking redeyes seems to be pj's, with the notable exception of one little boy who is wearing cutoff kahkis, an orange Ralph Lauren polo shirt, and a suit jacket.

I cannot imagine raising my children on the opposite side of the country from my family. This West Coast adventure is really great for now, but small children + redeye every holiday? I can't imagine that that's fun. Plus, I want my mom around to help me take care of my babies.