horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (nasdaq)
The monsoon season began this evening, right as I stepped out of the car to go running. It was a ten-minute downpour, kind of nice at the time because it cooled everything down, but once the rain stopped it was 100 degrees and incredibly humid and I was left picking leaves and seeds out of my hair.

I've been running on the Murphy bridle path lately, which has been amazing; I can't believe how much of a difference it makes to run on dirt rather than concrete. Natural surfaces are awesome, and no one has flashed me yet, so thumbs-up all around so far.

Yesterday I finally broke down and bought a new Mac. I've got a freelance project coming up that really requires an up-to-date machine, and my existing laptop—seven years old and never updated in any way—simply was not up to the task. So I've got this new laptop now, and it's a bit of a mystery in certain ways. I couldn't even open it, for starters, and then it took me twenty minutes to figure out how to get the hard drive icon to appear on the desktop and how to get program icons into the dock. An inauspicious start, but I think we're really on our way now.

Once I finished wrangling the new OS, I went over to YouTube shortly thereafter, because I can't tell you the last time I was able to properly view streaming video at home. It's such a new and shiny thing for me, it's kind of ridiculous.

If you click on the video below, you might, um, want to make sure you turn down your speakers first. I...almost had a minor heart attack.


horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (the spokesman)
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What is this, I don't even.

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I've decided that Usher's "OMG" is not the best Manu/Steve song I could've chosen.

Meanwhile, perhaps I'll send Lil Wayne a letter in jail. I researched and it's rather easy.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (rafa smiles)
I was up in the Oregon countryside last weekend, getting wet in the rain and eating a lot, and blissfully separated from my computer. Consequently, I never got around to making a "Woe is me" Phoenix Suns post, but by the time I got back Steve was cryptically tweeting about "moving on", so I suppose I will too, and focus instead on Rafa, the serve-and-volley claycourt master, and hope he beats Soderling on Sunday. Otherwise, I will probably end up buying questionable mixed-media art at the Swap Meet, making a sick bed on the couch, and eating ice cream for hours while watching an "Ice Road Truckers" marathon like I did last year.

Had a little glitch with the power cord for my laptop last night. It didn't appear to be supplying any power—clearly a problem—and additionally, it was stuck in the computer. So I took it into the Genius Bar after work, where several different techs puzzled over the situation and told me I might have to contact some obscure company to order parts for my "vintage" Mac, since Apple no longer has parts for dinosaurs, and it might take forever to fix, and I was having a minor panic attack about all this. Then they took my laptop into the back, fiddled with it, and brought it back out five minutes later with the cord successfully removed. The tech plugged in one of their cords at the store, and it worked like a charm again. So, a brand new cord (my fourth for this single Mac alone) and we're back in business. I have all my fics, all my photos, and it ended up being the best day.

I finished off the best day by having a little sushi and wine with some friends, then went to see Sex and the City 2, which is a terrible movie—and yet I enjoyed it.

Tomorrow is a barbeque extravaganza about half an hour north of the city. There will be hayrides and Rocky Mountain oysters, and hopefully some cooler weather.

Not sure if it's worth getting up early for the women's final.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (leandro gets a handful)
...and not likely to get over this anytime soon. )

I don't even care how Steve looks, really. I'd still do him, in spite of the wrecked face.

I kind of want to slash him, too. Again.

Except with whom? I can't think of anyone suitable—a couple of Spurs come to mind, but I've already written Duncan/Nash and it felt like a mistake, and Ginobili/Nash is tricky for me. There's only so much a person can take, when Steve already looks like shit and Manu's busy looking like this.

Remember when Manu used to be kind of hot? Does anyone remember that?

I don't even understand what happened to everyone. Anyway, Ginobili/Nash will always be [livejournal.com profile] shadow_shimmer's, and I don't know that I could ever write them when she's already done it, magnificently.

Meanwhile, there's something wrong with my right foot. Almost like a cyst, or perhaps a bunyon (god help me)? I don't even know, but it's fairly painful. I'm going to wear flats for the next few days to see if it takes care of itself. Hopefully it's just a temporary irritation or inflammation of some sort—I'm 6 feet tall in heels and I would hate to give that up, since I really do enjoy towering over people, NGL.

Catharsis.

May. 9th, 2010 10:52 pm
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (NBA)
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Suns 107, Spurs 101. Suns win the series in a 4-game sweep.

To see Steve play so magnificently in the fourth quarter—

with an eye that looked like this: )

—it's hard to explain how something like that makes you feel. He's amazing.

If you don't follow the NBA—or you haven't been on my flist for the past five years—the Spurs were almost always the team in the Suns' way. They eliminated Nash-led Phoenix teams from the playoffs in 2005, 2007, and 2008, and there were broken faces, nosebleeds, suspensions, the most untimely of 3-pointers—

Basically it was endless drama and heartbreak, and the Suns could never beat the Spurs when it counted. It was torturous and horrific, and at times, I was moved to make helpless, depressed posts like this.

But now, they finally did it. And it's only the second round, but it is so, so, so sweet.

I am proud.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (leandro gets a handful)
My legs are killing me.

I hiked Piestewa Peak on Saturday morning: 1.2 miles up, 1.2 miles down. It's not far, but the trail was steep and challenging, and there were stretches where I wondered WTF I was doing. But the view from the summit was well worth the effort, and I love being sore, so I'm pretty okay with it in general—as long as I'm not attempting to sit or crouch or anything like that. I didn't expect it to be quite this bad, but running is not the same as hiking, and although I do walk 20 flights of stairs a day, 20 flights of stairs is not the same as 2.4 miles of rocky terrain.

A couple of pics from the top. )

On Sunday, there was a historic home tour in the Willo District. The houses in that area are incredibly unique and charming from the outside, and it was really interesting to see the insides. I get a little claustrophobic in older homes, with their walls everywhere and tiny single bathrooms. It's hard to imagine living in something like that when you were raised in a suburban Phoenix house with two-story vaulted ceilings and an open floor plan, but obviously many people do, and very happily so.

I didn't take any pictures of the houses, only of some flowering trees that I came across. Because apparently, it's spring already. )

Meanwhile, Steve Nash had a decent 48 hours.

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Light the Olympic flame in Vancouver one night, fly to NBA All Star festivities in Dallas and win the Skills Challenge the next night, then play as an All Star starter the following night.

I think that deserves a little picspam. )

Good work, Steve. I'm glad this guy's on my team <3

Oh Steve.

Jan. 13th, 2009 11:35 pm
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (fly)
I've joked every now and then about Steve locking himself in the bathroom and cutting himself out of despair this season, but I didn't actually in reality want him to be doing it. So it was a little strange to see Steve at the game tonight, with his left wrist suspiciously bandaged up in white gauze.

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I'll have to poke around a little to see if there's an official excuse for this.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (the spokesman)
I found this a second ago while tooling around looking at Steve Nash viral vids. I'd forgotten all about this commercial, but it was one of my favorites back in the day. Watching it again made me suddenly, incredibly sad, and I kind of wanted to throw up. Still do, actually. I just...miss everything, I guess. This transition is kind of depressing.



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