What does this button marked "self-destruct" mean?

So I may have just completely fcked up my work e-mail. Hmm. The Tech person will arrive at 11 am and can hopefully diagnose the situation quickly. Note to self: don't experiment with changing settings at 9:15 am. You will stop paying attention and ignore the warning boxes and change everything anyway, thereby deleting all information currently on the server. Okay, probably not -- I think I just fcked up the view of the information, not the information itself. But I might as well prepare for the worst. In the meantime, I can just spend my time with livejournal.

Had a little viewing party of the VMA's last night, if by "party" I mean of the Herman's Head variety, which I do. I start to comment in Liza's journal, but decided I'd share my thoughts here, since they could conceivably be long-winded.

Part One: General commentary.

I did not like the high-resolution trying to look like film camerawork. I know it's just my own perception, but it seemed "less live". MelRo said something to the effect of it's like watching a movie about an awards show, with which I agree -- sort of like when they show the Oscars in a movie, it's never the same as actually watching the Oscars. But I suppose like anything else, I could get used to it -- it's like watching Cheers versus Cosby Show.

Eminem has become so remarkably boring. I guess now that his new-ness has worn off, the expectations have changed. How many hours with a personal trainer did he spend so he can be just like Ja Rule and rap on stage without a shirt? His thank-you speeches were unremarkable, and even when he tried to be clever and annoying, he looked dumb for threatening Moby in a genuine fashion especially since it was a damn puppet that was giving him shit, not Moby. I mean, I'm all for talking shit and being funny, but c'mon now. It's a puppet. And as soon as you start legitimately saying you'll punch someone, you just look lame and obviously psychologically threatened. Quit taking yourself so seriously and you'll be less likely to lose your cool. No more drama -- make Mary J. proud.

Best acceptance speech ever: "I'm too drunk for this." I love Pink.

I must also agree with Liza here and say that I too got a little too excited by the Foxy Brown ads for the new Real World season. I'm wicked hyped about Foxy.

As for the GNR finale, I certainly wasn't blown away, but I didn't seem to have such a visceral reaction to Axl that everyone else did.

Part Two: Raymond asks "Why?" a lot.

Why was Avril Lewhatever wearing the same outfit as her video? Why the fck did Clipse pop up on stage with Justin Timberlake? So weird. Also, why did they put Nas and Ja Rule/Ashanti together? Is Nas signing with Murder Inc.? And why was everyone lip syncing except Sheryl Crow, The Hives, and the Vine? And why do I like The Hives now even though I've previously changed the channel at their video? And how did Dashboard Confessional beat The Strokes? Why didn't J-Lo tell Puffy to eat it when she won the Best Hip Hop Award? (...which leads me to) Why did J-Lo when a hip hop award? Not quite as bad as Sisqo.

I went to bed early. This week has worn me out, and last night just capped it off by making me sleepy.

'Is it bad to think about someone else while with your partner?'

The IT person fixed what I broke. She walked away saying, "I would wag my finger at you, but I think you're doing it to yourself enough already." How true. She's not even my therapist. Later by the elevator she teased me by letting me know she plans on harassing me for a week or so about my mistake, and my other co-worker wanted to very badly know what I had done wrong -- I think because she feels alone in her computer errors. When I explained what went wrong, I saw her eyes glaze over, not even understanding what my mistake was -- the situation was way too geeky. I should have lied and just told her the story of me editing a document and choosing "save" instead of "save as" and then asking the IT people to retrieve an archived version of the document so I didn't have to re-type a table of contents. That might have made her feel better.

Paradise Regained sent me a poster with a kitten hanging off a tree that said "Hang In There". Well, actually it said something about God and praying to be thin, and I was horribly confused and offended that she thought I would find it humourous until she explained that she sent it because we had a conversation about hatred for cheesey inspirational office posters and how I threatened to get her several "Hang In There" versions as a gift. Oops. Why did I think my friend had suddenly become an earnest fatphobic Christian? Probably for the same reason I deleted my work e-mail account.

In Other News^TM, I need to do some reading on bisexual theory and bisexual legal and policy if I'm going to not have a complex about working on a national publication with the likes of Carol Queen. But I'm very excited to be plugged in with this project, especially since I can do it on work time and it's considered work. Versus the other things I do on work time which are not work.

Damon got a root canal this morning. As if I wasn't paranoid about my teeth already. I haven't seen a dentist in close to 5 years. This is probably a horrible horrible thing, though in my book it's only 'slightly bad'. I should rectify this soon, but I'm cheap with no dental plan. Anyone know a good dental facility in the Chicago area with reasonable prices? Scratch that. I just spoke with a co-worker and supposedly we do have insurance coverage. Now I just need to make the call to United. LAMF.

Guess what? It's nearly 4 and my a$$ is going home soon.