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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 10:00:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s tweets</title>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:59&lt;/em&gt; Seriously, my former co-worker has, even in his absence, created more work for me, just because of the corners he cut.  Blast it. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5690724797&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:08&lt;/em&gt; 2 pairs of jeans and a chicken salad sandwich later, I&apos;m fully willing to admit that I had a successful lunch hour. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5690946386&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 10:00:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:57&lt;/em&gt; Just tipped over 20k words in NaNo!  Need to write ahead tonight. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5656539891&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:12&lt;/em&gt; So I just realizing that I&apos;m going from playing with phones for a living to playing with TVs for a living. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5659794930&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 10:00:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:47&lt;/em&gt; Pasha is being Little Miss Needy right now. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5626148594&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:28&lt;/em&gt; WOOHOO!  Job stuffles resolved.  I am definitely still staying at Adobe! &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5627043558&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:03&lt;/em&gt; You know that you&apos;ve been eating too much fancy food when you think, &quot;Hey, you know what would go well with this?  CAPERS!&quot; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5629212951&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:20&lt;/em&gt; Lured the kitties out from under the couch by treats.  Annnerable. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5634402407&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:40&lt;/em&gt; Contemplating going to the Dublin write-in today, but need a workout. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5634929982&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:43&lt;/em&gt; Okay, so I&apos;ve decided to definitely go to the write-in, AND to get in a good workout.  Workout first, dinner, shower, and NaNo. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5636626263&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:44&lt;/em&gt; In other news, I&apos;ve accomplished nothing noteworthy at work today.  Apparently, this was expected. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5636636341&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:23&lt;/em&gt; Go figure I&apos;d have to sit next to the most talkative NaNoWriMo guy at the entire table. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5640580510&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 02:43:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sometimes the world is just too strange</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a ridiculously up and down week so far.&amp;nbsp; The short story is, there were layoffs, I got reorganized into a different team underneath the manager I last had (last year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer story: the new team is exciting, the new (old) manager is fantastic, and I&apos;m looking forward to moving along. &amp;nbsp;The bad thing?&amp;nbsp; Well, initially they told me I&apos;d have to commute down to San Jose (for those of you who aren&apos;t local and/or know where I&amp;nbsp;live, that&apos;s about 40 miles) 4-5 days a week. &amp;nbsp;This would, of course, more or less stomp down on a) any kind of hostess duty I&amp;nbsp;normally do, having people over to my house, and b) any martial arts activity I could do during the weekday, since that&apos;s up in Berkeley, about a 1-1.5 hour drive up from SJ one way (and I live right in between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told my new manager what I was concerned about, he said he&apos;d check with his manager on it, and I went home, a bucket full of repressed emotion.&amp;nbsp; I really wanted ot make this work, but seriously?&amp;nbsp; That long of a commute, day in and day out?&amp;nbsp; 3 hours of taking public transit minimum, if there&apos;s no traffic?&amp;nbsp; 1.5 hours of driving a day if there&apos;s no traffic, and more if there is?&amp;nbsp; My heart was basically being begged to be scooped out with a spork and stabbed repeatedly with a dull knitting needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that&apos;s not saying anything about the relationships I&apos;ve built there for the past four years.&amp;nbsp; Well, I felt tighter and tighter, like a board about to break, and was basically just spinning myself into a corner.&amp;nbsp; And then, finally, I got down to business and started to really examine issues of faith and trust, and ended up realizing that there could, after all, be a purpose to it all. &amp;nbsp;And afterward, I just tossed in a prayer for being able to stay in SF or working from home twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got it in spades - turns out I&apos;ll only have to be in SJ 1-2 times a week.&amp;nbsp; This is suboptimal but oh so much better.&amp;nbsp; I signed my offer letter, turned it in, and got to the business of paying attention to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s ugly - really ugly.&amp;nbsp; A lot of good people were let go, people who were longtime, faithful employees.&amp;nbsp; It was really hard to see, and I&apos;m guessing there will be a pall over many an office over the next couple of weeks. &amp;nbsp;I know my current manager was going around trying to make sure people were okay.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;d only worked with some of my current coworkers for about a year, and it&apos;s just not the same as if you&apos;ve been in the same group for eight years.&amp;nbsp; You live your life together, trade pictures of your cats, your kids, your cars, share your passions, dreams, and frustrations with each other.&amp;nbsp; And then in one day, unexpectedly, that camaraderie goes away.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s almost like having a death in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost a number of people in my old team, some of whom were on my team when I started in 2005.&amp;nbsp; Those, for the most part, were offered jobs within the company but decided not to take them.&amp;nbsp; I guess I feel less sorry about them, because they made a choice to go, but I&apos;m sad that it was pushed on them like this.&amp;nbsp; I think a lot of my old team was pretty resentful after the successes of our products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mobile.photoshop.com/android/&quot;&gt;http://mobile.photoshop.com/android/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mobile.photoshop.com/iphone/&quot;&gt;http://mobile.photoshop.com/iphone/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s good to end on a happy note, but it&apos;s pretty rough on us all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 10:00:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:02&lt;/em&gt; Okay, so the good news it that I still have a job.  I&apos;m transferring again, though. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5602280760&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:33&lt;/em&gt; The work situation is getting complicated.  More updates tomorrow, I guess.  Praying in the interim. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5604646437&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:41&lt;/em&gt; The shock of the layoff today has worn off a little.  I&apos;m jamming on my NaNo, but still unsure about what the future brings. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5613327644&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:00:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s tweets</title>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;09:53&lt;/em&gt; Disturbing dreams this morning.  Slwoly waking up. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5564424138&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:13&lt;/em&gt; Heading out to the optometrist&apos;s soonish.  I &amp;amp;lt;3 Susan, and not just because she can kick anyone&apos;s rear any day. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5567668542&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:17&lt;/em&gt; Just let some of my annoyance at a coworker leak to my manager.  He doesn&apos;t work for my team, but still managed to make work for me. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5567767783&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:12&lt;/em&gt; Can&apos;t see straight - thank you, dilated pupils. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5572188079&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:00:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:54&lt;/em&gt; Kitties are trying to break into the office, but have not resorted yet to whining. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5548788917&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:22&lt;/em&gt; 12 rounds of groundwork = massive dobok burn along my arms.  Broken capillaries + bruises from last week make me look like Andy beats me up. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5549424232&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:51&lt;/em&gt; Finally broke 15k words.  Hoping to get more writing done. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5552288815&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:00:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:22&lt;/em&gt; Fifteen year reunion was surprisingly good.  Limited number of people I knew, and reconnected with some people that I&apos;d forgotten. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5525290680&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:22&lt;/em&gt; One of the cats is talking to herself in the other room.  Must focus on NaNo for a half an hour... &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5527230395&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 10:00:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;08:35&lt;/em&gt; WE&apos;RE LIVE! &lt;a href=&quot;http://mobile.photoshop.com/android/&quot;&gt;mobile.photoshop.com/android/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5482576585&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;09:22&lt;/em&gt; Spending the day with Fuzzy P and DJ Purrs-A-Lot. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5483740292&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:21&lt;/em&gt; You gotta love it when you start making bread and realize that you&apos;ve run out of milk.  *sigh*  Guess I need to leave the house after all. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5487937703&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:20&lt;/em&gt; Kitchen is 90% clean now; just need to mop and wipe down outer counters.  Still slightly annoyed at the last minute request. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5499859552&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:20&lt;/em&gt; Oh well, I guess if I&apos;d been keeping up with housework, the request to use the house to host wouldn&apos;t have been so terrible. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5499865690&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 17:15:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The year of releases</title>
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  <description>I think 2009 is going to go down as the Year of Releases.&amp;nbsp; Now that all three of our platforms are out in the wild, I can talk about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mobile.photoshop.com&quot;&gt;Photoshop.com Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes: we had Windows Mobile release in December 2007.&amp;nbsp; We had another release scheduled at the end of the following year, and December 2008 rolled around and we had a drastic reorganization that gave me a new manager, a new team, and a new role where I was basically clamped down to one product. &amp;nbsp;Before, I had worked on multiple products, all on mobile, and now here I was working for a completely different Business Unit with a different structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had two products - well, really &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt;... we had three platforms planned for 2009, and all of a sudden I was doing stuff on the RIA (rich internet application - cf. http://www.photoshop.com/).&amp;nbsp; So while I was on product releases on a longer cycle - iPhone, WinMo, and Android - I was also on product releases on a shorter cycle, on the order of every other month or so.&amp;nbsp; So the way this fell out was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone was going to release in May but didn&apos;t; RIA release in June, WinMo released at the end of July (missions trip in June), a release for the RIA in August, the iPhone release in mid-September, the deploy in mid-October (which I was thankfully absent for), a RIA release at the end of October, and Android at the beginning of November.&amp;nbsp; I have been in back to back end games since April, which basically means that I&amp;nbsp;am one fat stressball right now, two weeks off in October notwithstanding.&amp;nbsp; (Granted, one of those weeks was being sick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on the fact that I had five weddings (well, four weddings and a reception) back to back in the month of August, and you can see how things fell out this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m oddly relieved that the last one went out this morning (stupid East Coast PR machine meant a 7am deploy) and we have at least one more release coming by the end of the year, but I am not really at the point where it&apos;s really stressing me out.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m more or less done for now, and I am thankful that I made it through with my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful that my prayer devos have been more or less solid for the past two months or so.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that had something to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:00:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s tweets</title>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;14:01&lt;/em&gt; Report from the in-laws is that my BIL is okay. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5461270388&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:12&lt;/em&gt; I have a reputation, apparently, of not being a morning person.  I wonder how that happened? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5465986611&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:13&lt;/em&gt; I can write battle scenes, melees, anger, arguments, and conflict up the wazoo.  How come a simple romantic conversation is so hard? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5468920619&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:57&lt;/em&gt; Surprisingly sore deltoids today.  I guess this is what happens when you do push-ups correctly. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5469904801&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 10:01:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:43&lt;/em&gt; Knee high boots FTW.  Found a pair that fits my massive calves. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5429793102&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:45&lt;/em&gt; This just hurts to read (SFW): &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/4NiZB&quot;&gt;is.gd/4NiZB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5431288957&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:02&lt;/em&gt; Whoah.  Hit 20%.  I didn&apos;t think it would be this easy, but I think I just have a lot to say right now. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5440752118&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:05&lt;/em&gt; Luna is Needy McDroolsALot tonight. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5440821179&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:17&lt;/em&gt; Pausing NaNo for the night - need a workout, shower, dishes, and bed, probably in that order. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5441094570&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:41&lt;/em&gt; I blame the flatulence problem on the probiotic drink I sampled at work yesterday.  GI tract seems to have gone into high gear. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/5443764261&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 21:36:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>On NaNo, deadlines, and sleep</title>
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  <description>So, I&apos;ve been more or less busy, busy, and even more busy. &amp;nbsp;And LoudTwitter seems to have failed me, which is, I guess, more or less okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: NaNoWriMo.&amp;nbsp; I finally decided (like on the 30th) to sign up for NaNo, and the words are just flowing.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m at almost 8k words and going, and I definitely have the drive this year, and surprisingly enough, the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has more or less been stable, but somewhere on the crazy side.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s definitely been a go-go-go year, starting in May and really not ending until maybe this Friday. &amp;nbsp;I&apos;m definitely on the burning out side, and I did have a couple of vacations in there, including a two week one that just finished a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been really struggling with the concept of a bedtime lately; for some reason I&apos;ve been having some serious self-control issues with getting to bed on time.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve been improving with concerted effort, but I&amp;nbsp;think it&apos;s going to take some time to get it hammered into my head that indeed, I&amp;nbsp;will feel better if I go to bed at the same time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 09:01:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:50&lt;/em&gt; Ugh.  I was so incredibly wiped by the rehearsal last night and Costco that I had a headache.  Now I&apos;m coughing AND have a stuffy nose. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4921576425&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:55&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes, when Pasha&apos;s squeaking, I&apos;ll say &quot;Uh-oh&quot; to her and she&apos;ll squeak &quot;Uh-oh&quot; back.  I need to get this on video. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4921686684&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:17&lt;/em&gt; Contemplating breaking out the inhalers for this cold. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4924896099&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 23:46:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m still alive</title>
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  <description>... but barely.&amp;nbsp; Week 2 of vacation has been basically one fat cold that started on Tuesday and has had me on my rear until now.&amp;nbsp; Overall lethargy all week (ow, the housework suffered) and today it&apos;s the I-feel-vaguely-okay-as-long-as-I-don&apos;t-move thing, possibly due to the lowered lung capacity and the alternating stuffy and drippy nose.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m wondering if my asthma is kicking in, as it usually does when I have a chest cold of some kind. &amp;nbsp;Either way, I sound like a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1 of vacation was a Caribbean cruise - Bahamas, St. Thomas, and St. Maarten, all of which were nice and none of which&amp;nbsp;I really investigated.&amp;nbsp; We mostly did a lot of snorkeling and sailing, so I didn&apos;t see much on land.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m sure there will be vacation pix at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is missions conference at our church, and my team has a part in it.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, people aren&apos;t stepping up and I really don&apos;t feel like doing any public speaking while I have this cold.&amp;nbsp; In fact, if it doesn&apos;t clear up by Sunday morning, someone else is going to need to do all of the singing.&amp;nbsp; Nrrgh.&amp;nbsp; At least I&apos;m only drumming tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s about it for me - I can&apos;t believe I&apos;m knocked-on-my-rear sick, where even a trip to the grocery store (or Costco) saps all of the energy out of me. &amp;nbsp;At least I&apos;ve been somewhat productive this week, in that I got a lot of dev done on a website I&apos;ve been contracted to do.&amp;nbsp; (Well, it&apos;s a volunteer job, so I guess it&apos;s not really contracted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urp and all that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 09:01:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:30&lt;/em&gt; Wondering if I can brave Costco today.  I do feel significantly better, but it means leaving the house again. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4893818181&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:00&lt;/em&gt; Coscto was successful, but now I&apos;m tired.  Wondering how I&apos;m going to stand up to two hours of drumming tonight. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4900886995&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:01&lt;/em&gt; Also tried a bunch of stuff - yay for sampling!  Best: Yoplait fruit smoothie in the frozen aisle. Worst: pomegranate antioxidant drink. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4900908034&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:12&lt;/em&gt; Is Gmail acting funny for anyone else? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4901130981&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:25&lt;/em&gt; Oh, it seems to have resolved itself. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4901402458&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:01:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:41&lt;/em&gt; Purring kitty in my lap, front two paws on the desk. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4840142419&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:43&lt;/em&gt; Thinking of staying in today due to the storm. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4840165204&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:38&lt;/em&gt; Fresh bread in T-minus 2 hours or so. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4841338572&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:01&lt;/em&gt; Lesson learned: COUNT to make sure you have the right number of stitches every row.  I&apos;ve frogged the same 15 rows twice now. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4843133587&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;13:06&lt;/em&gt; I&apos;m wondering if knitting with two circulars would be better than dpns.  I have a bruise on my ring finger from gripping too hard. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4843241673&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:30&lt;/em&gt; Down to the last 10 rows on this sock, and then I get to teach myself how to Kitchner. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4847744856&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:53&lt;/em&gt; First ever sock finished!  Sags around the ankles and is slightly too big; fit husband&apos;s foot better but he tried it under protest. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4855916460&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:54&lt;/em&gt; Toe also looks funny, even though the Kitchner stitch is something awesome. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4855921005&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:01:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;09:47&lt;/em&gt; Back from a week of eating rich food and working out (aka a cruise).  Seems unreal that I have a tan and it&apos;s overcast out. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4812560416&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:11&lt;/em&gt; So now for my second week off, I will... continue cleaning house!  And watch Alias!  And do laundry!  And pet kitties! &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4813003482&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:29&lt;/em&gt; Reading through review of the Photoshop.com Mobile for iPhone app.  Seriously, why do people think it&apos;s written in Flash? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4813326246&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:37&lt;/em&gt; Okay, so why would someone give 1 star and then say in the comment, &quot;This is so cool&quot;? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4813465168&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 20:36:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>In which I admit that I am a bad blogger</title>
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  <description>The bullet point list:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa and Vitaly&apos;s wedding.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful and small.&amp;nbsp; Andy looked at me more than once and said, &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wanted a wedding like this.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shipping product #2.&amp;nbsp; I still can&apos;t talk about it, but it&apos;s going to be very, very cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working on deadlines #3 and #4, which were originally a week apart. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, one of them is moving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rough sleep schedule - nrrgh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Co-worker leaving - massive internal drama, but I&apos;m happy for him.&amp;nbsp; Farewell party today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alias: Middle of season 2.&amp;nbsp; Highly motivating for working out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shutdown: looking forward to some time off of work. &amp;nbsp;I&apos;m feeling burnt out.&amp;nbsp; Scratch that; I felt burnt out about three weeks ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading: Been doing a lot of reading; hoping to hit the library again tonight on my way home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fleas: still battling them. &amp;nbsp;Turns out Andy had purchased the wrong flea agent, but it was the only one that Petco had at the time.&amp;nbsp; Got some new stuff from the vet, and am still being eaten alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat wave: survived.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday and today are surprisingly, unseasonably cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitties: Adorable.&amp;nbsp; Luna crawled into the closet yesterday, and Andy reported that the closet was meowing when he came back down.&amp;nbsp; Both cats have been cuddly lately, probably to share fleas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruth&apos;s Chris steakhouse: A LOT&amp;nbsp;of meat.&amp;nbsp; Probably far too much meat.&amp;nbsp; Green beans were amazing, and Andy wants to go back. &amp;nbsp;Thanks, Iella!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Training: Seem to have adopted a large number of brown belts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think that&apos;s just about it.&amp;nbsp; There&apos;s a lot encapsulated in that summary, including finishing a blanket or two (or three), a lot of church meetings, half of which I canceled, and a worship training in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 09:01:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:58&lt;/em&gt; Things I have learned while working these career fairs: 1. everyone wants to work on Photoshop.  2. Very few of them can. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4334039129&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:03&lt;/em&gt; Me: &quot;i&apos;ve talked to you before.&quot; Student: &quot;Oh yeah, that&apos;s right.&quot; I remember three hours later that he was a sparring partner 1.5 weeks ago &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4334127493&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:07&lt;/em&gt; Another thing I have learned: going to these career fairs is like attending a reunion.  4 church-related people and 1 CS pal from the CSUA. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4334208270&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:18&lt;/em&gt; @jakebasker: Nothing!  I&apos;m not a hiring manager!  Bahahaha! &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4334413464&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 09:01:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:19&lt;/em&gt; This weekend, had the luxury of a crochet-fest whilst watching far too much Anne of Green Gables. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4150716870&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;14:46&lt;/em&gt; Trying not to strangle this developer, who keeps on deferring bugs on his own.  Can I remove his bugbase access? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4156361454&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 09:01:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:10&lt;/em&gt; Andy: &quot;I love you, even if you can&apos;t hold your steak.&quot;  (Ruth&apos;s Chris Steakhouse last night.) &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4141277782&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:10&lt;/em&gt; In other news, the husband has decided to grow a beard. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4141286053&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 09:01:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:33&lt;/em&gt; Settling down to work - I hope today is better than yesterday! &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4084867226&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;14:24&lt;/em&gt; I&apos;m falling apart - I can crack toes, ankles, knees, hips, spine, and now both shoulders. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4088410676&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:35&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes I really love post-mortems, especially if they&apos;re cathartic. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4090897964&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 09:01:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:15&lt;/em&gt; Escaped Costco last night with as much fruit as I thought I could eat in a week, a berry smoothie, and 40 lbs of kitty litter. Splurge. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4059680409&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:16&lt;/em&gt; When I got home, I managed to lock myself in the garage.  Thought I was clever breaking in with my lanyard; Andy pointed out the dog door. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4059707872&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:17&lt;/em&gt; I don&apos;t know whether to be impressed with myself for being able to break into the house, or scared that I could do it so easily. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4059719242&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:55&lt;/em&gt; Somehow managed to get up to near 300 Emails in my inbox.  Must work to get that down somehow.  Already down to ~200... &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4060481439&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:21&lt;/em&gt; I cringed when I bought the shave gel that wasn&apos;t quite what Andy asked for.  Thankfully, he looked at it and went, &quot;OooOOOooh.&quot; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4061015428&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:25&lt;/em&gt; Okay, down to about 25 Emails to track.  I just realized that I have no meetings today.  How did that happen?! &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4061105210&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:34&lt;/em&gt; Performance data gathering is tedious, but less so if you have a lot of podcasts. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4064958522&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:13&lt;/em&gt; Just found out that most of the testing I&apos;ve been doing today has been invalidated.  I think I need a nap. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4065669699&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:27&lt;/em&gt; I just realized I missed the free ice cream at 3pm, and just shipped a package that just missed the outgoing truck by 15 mins. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4065851730&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:27&lt;/em&gt; I sense a pattern. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4065853559&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:01:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s tweets</title>
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  <description>&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:34&lt;/em&gt; If all goes well, I will be DONE with this current project at the end of the day.  The next deadline won&apos;t be until the end of Oct, yeehaw! &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4035108711&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:24&lt;/em&gt; Debating the use of a colon instead of a comma in the phrase: &quot;Never fear, blahblahblah ...&quot; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4039909074&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:46&lt;/em&gt; Wading through documentation to submit the application.  Why didn&apos;t I do this earlier? &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4041566168&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:12&lt;/em&gt; PROJECT: COMPLETED.  However, I&apos;m not sure going to Costco is the appropriate action right after such an adrenaline rush. &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/spitgirl/statuses/4043395130&quot;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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