Feels like wha?

First, I must say that all this talk about Microsoft buying Yahoo! is totally depressing. I hope Yahoo! finds a good way out of it.

Also... check out this morning's weather:



AND: I am coming down with a cold... just in time for my interview. :|

Kill me now.

Weather Watch

I've decided to leave all my supplies at school and work from there, because the last thing I need to worry about is dropping my hand-drawn portfolio in a puddle.

Generally I try to be good about checking the weather before leaving the house nowadays, because it sucks when you're caught in snow or rain unexpectedly.

I've also realized that I've been looking at the wrong number on my Yahoo! Weather bookmark for New York, because they display the actual temperature in big numbers, and then in tiny numbers, "what it feels like."

But who cares about the actual temperature if it's different from what it feels like? For example, today the actual temperature is 43°F, but it feels like 37°F.

I think what I really need, instead of icons of clouds vs. sun, are icons for what you need to bring with you when you leave the house, such as bermuda shorts, vs. a big-ol puffy-coat, gloves, scarf, hat and umbrella.

Various thoughts of the last week.

• How the hell am I going to live a New York apartment, half the size of my San Francisco apartment?
  
  
• Tragically, I've decided to sell the Junebug. Know anyone interested in a 2004 Convertible Turbo VW Beetle in Aquarius blue, with practically new tires? I'll try not to cry.
  
  
• I use mobile texting a lot, but being asked out by a mobile text is a strange thing. I thought it was a Gen-Y move, vs. a Gen-X move, but in fact this has happened to me with older guys! Or maybe this is just the way guys operate these days, where they don't want to make it seem too "datey" but more casual, and if I happen to like the evening it becomes a date? But in the end it's really a date, isn't it?
  
  Getting asked out by mobile text strikes me as a little bit chicken, which is not a turn-on. And it strikes me as a "player" move, (also NOT a turn-on) because you could be texting while you're out with other people or other dates. Texting can be a multi-task sort of thing. I don't like the idea of being part of a multi-task.
  
  Back in the day, 15-year old boys had to pick up a phone and talk to a girl. If you're over 30, can you make the effort to talk to me? If I like you, I'll want to hear your voice. Am I old-fashioned?
  
  Or maybe nowadays, the texting is a early-stage thing, and the voice call comes later? I guess I could handle that. But it better move up to the voice call quickly. Or maybe guys don't like the sound of my voice, is that what they're saying?
  
  
• On my Karaoke Revolution game, I now have a virtual room of heads... of my San Francisco friends. That is, when I play karaoke in New York, I'll be able to pick one of their scanned heads to be on my player/singer. Is that creepy or sentimental? Both?
  
  
• After having about 3-5 cups of sake, maybe I shouldn't follow it with 3 shots of tequila.
  
  
• I know two people who have already shown me their iPhones. I guess they seem nifty, but that little keyboard is hard to type. And I didn't quite get the hang of the resize-drag. And knowing me, I would totally scratch up that screen in about a week's time.
  
  
• Okay, what is up with the dudes? I had like a 2-year dating dry spell, and last week I suddenly got the attention of 3 attractive guys, and this week, I hear nothing from ANY of them.
  
  I guess it doesn't help that I'm in mid-move to a new state. And I guess they know I'm traveling this week. But I am guessing that is not the issue. Is there any romance left in the modern metropolitan world? Thank God I have New York & toys to distract me from this nonsense.
  
  
• I saw that low-budget movie, "Colma." I thought it might be a sleeper-fun-slacker-indie film. But no. It made me want to go to sleep. I think there could be a more amusing musical made about my apartment complex. Or my livingroom. Or my dollhouse.
  
  
• Why do I have to wear a wool coat in JULY? (Yes, I know. I'll be bitching about the humidity next month when I finally move to New York.) At least it'll be warm when I get to Chicago for 4th of July. Happy Independence Day!