So, I thought Heather was confident, taking those pictures of herself and all? Well, Charlotte has her beat: I mean, chronicling your boobs? Damn, this girl’s good.

Not that this site is anything new, but every time I go back to Heather’s Friends of Jezebel’s Mirror site, I’m continuously amazed. Maybe it’s the quality of the photos: some are so clear, and others have this blurry, gritty, real life feeling. Maybe I’m intrigued by the stories that go with each photo — who’s in the picture, what they were doing, why they took it. Perhaps I think it’s so cool because I never thought about doing it before, taking a picture in a mirror like that. Or, maybe I’m just the most amazed at Heather’s confidence in herself, taking those pictures at every chance she can get, and inviting others to do the same. Look at you! You’re beautiful! Don’t forget yourself at this moment! Sometimes, I wish I were more like that.

Things that make me happy: surprise email.

I just realized that I’ve been listening to National Public Radio all morning long and haven’t heard a thing that’s been said (although WBEZ in Chicago is a damned good radio station). So I switched the music back on. Funny how I work better with all that funky noise in the background. This past Sunday, I tried to go the entire afternoon without any noise — no radio, no T.V., nothing. I couldn’t do it without getting all horribly nervous with this weird kind of knotty feeling in my stomach. And that scared me. What has happened to the silence?

My co-worker’s seven-year-old Sam is hanging out at work with us for the next few days. Sam is diligently reading his Nintendo Donkey Kong 64 manual on the comfy couch in my office. “Lynsey, can you come over to our house and eat pizza and play Donkey Kong with us tonight?” he has asked me sincerely six times in the past hour and a half. Geez. I think I’ve just been asked out.

Things are all a bustle in Northfield these days, ‘cuz guess who’s coming to town? President Bill Clinton will be the Commencement speaker at Carleton College this weekend. My friends at the printing company we work with are going batty, printing laminated security badges and other miscellaneous crap for the big shindig. And the special event planners at the college across the river have had to order 7000 clear rain ponchos for the event, which goes on rain or shine. That would be really sucky if it didn’t rain and you had 7000 leftover rain ponchos lying around. So let’s hope for rain.

This morning, the radio station I’m madly in love with (89.3 WCAL) held their annual open house. Of course, it wouldn’t be the WCAL Open House without the world’s best coffee (Blue Monday’s) and the world’s best caramel rolls (aside from my mom’s). The cool thing about the open house is that everyone shows up, so it’s more fun to schmooze with the cool radio personalities than it is to eat or drink. And, the point of this whole post is to mention that this morning I won a door prize! A wonderful Faribault Woolen Mill scarf! In mid-June! And it’s 80 degrees today! I just thought this was really funny.

So there, Eric and Mike. I fixed the space issue (notice: all gone!). And Dad, I’m working on the archiving/permalink issue, too. Really. Now, to just figure out how to tell my employer that I’m doing real work this morning …

Being the detail oriented and quite anal person that I am, I’m not pleased with how the new Fresh! date/time thing is working right now. Notice anything different? I hate that extra space between the date and the entry. And, Blogger doesn’t offer me the date format I would like. But, if I want to put the time on my posts, then I’ve got to throw the date in there too. These damned web apps. Supposed to make your life easier and all, but just make me more confused. Geez, I’m issuey tonight.

Dag. I’m definitely in the wrong business.

Blogger loves me today.

How sad. I knew almost every one of these.