November 30, 2006
Potential white xmas
It's snowing. Not like huge drifts or anything, but there is cold wet white stuff on the ground right now. Tomorrow is going to really suck for the hubby on his way to work. But I'm going to be good and not complain about it, because we really need any moisture we can get.
I just know I'm going to have to bust ice in the morning...
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Doomed
This has been bugging me for a couple days now. The little bits of hypocrisy that are considered acceptable by people are irksome. It's just me griping, so you don't have to read it.
The people who insist that Muslims need to get a sense of humor and not get upset when pictures and cartoons of Mohammed are printed are the very same people who had to have Prof. Farnsworth muted out in episodes of Futurama when he says "sweet zombie Jesus." Why is one blasphemy more important than the other?
The people who insist that prayer must be allowed in schools and other public institutions are the same people who want the Harry Potter books removed from schools so that their children won't be exposed to pagan ideas. Indeed, some of these people want children removed from homes with pagan parents, claiming that teaching children non-xian values is child abuse.
The people who insist that there is a gay agenda trying to recruit young people into the lifestyle (a so called choice) are the same people who want to instill their religion and point of view (which are most certainly chosen values) on children as early as possible, so that they will be fully indoctrinated.
The same people who say "Love the sinner, hate the sin" don't seem to have any problem with those who murder gays just because they're uncomfortable with their presence.
The people who want intelligent design and other creationist based theories taught in school - because we have to be fair and make sure our children are aware of all possible alternatives - are the same people who want sex education reduced to abstinence education, for fear that teaching an alternative might harm children.
The people who insist that minorities should "pull themselves up by their own bootstraps" so that they can excel and achieve are the same people who assume such minorities are shifty, untrustworthy people and they are unwilling to help them in any direct way. Unless maybe it's to give them a menial job, and in that case they better know their place.
The people who insist that their intensive studies of the values contained in a certain book show how their particular worldview creates a harmonious and wholesome nation are the same people who ignore the successful results of many of the programs and laws (that they are trying to keep out of our nation) in other countries "because that's immoral."
The people who condemn gays for being promiscuous and irresponsible people are the same people who are doing their damndest to make sure that gay people cannot legally behave any other way.
The people who moan and cry about how today's youth are horrible, violent, irresponsible and pretty much unworthy of the great nation they are soon to inherit are the same people who allow the government to take money and programs away from schools in favor of military spending, tax cuts to oil companies, and raises for themselves. And for some reason, these are the same people who can't figure out how to work the parental controls on their TV, so they want to remove programs they consider objectionable entirely from the menu. How hard is it for them to pay attention to their own children?
The people who claim that they are tired of a liberal media manipulating the public into irrational beliefs and actions are the same people who believe the spin that the religious right, the corporate sector and pretty much anyone connected to the current administration put on any issue to get their own way, regardless of morality, constitutionality or just plain fairness.
The people who frown on my 'unpatriotic attitude' are the same people who want more than anything to make my point of view entirely inaccessible, if not illegal, despite such basic freedoms that our nation was founded on - like speech, religion and the pursuit of happiness.
I'm surrounded by this bullshit every day.
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November 27, 2006
My latest obsession
I've been playing this Castle Conquest game all day now, and I just can't stop. It has a couple little glitches in it, but it is entirely playable and a great way to waste time while I'm waiting for something else interesting to happen while I'm online.
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Tree
I should have dragged out the xmas boxes by now. I believe at one point I promised that I would have the tree up sometime right after T-day. However, chances are better than good that we'll be going down to Lamesa again for the holiday, so I don't see any point in putting the tree up. I mean, only 2 people are going to see it, and 1 of them doesn't care much.
I'm gonna do it anyway, eventually. The hubby really loves the whole tree thing and he hated it that I didn't put it up last year. Which I know I should have, but I just didn't want to drag anything out just to drag it back into the shop. That's pretty much how I feel this year, but I'll just have to get over it.
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November 25, 2006
Origami impaired
So I got this Origami a day calendar deal because I have this weird fixation with the art form. I'm technically not supposed to mess with it until the year actually starts, but you know that ain't gonna happen. It's a really neat idea, actually - the box lid folds back to hold the calendar up, and you use the previous day's sheet to fold the instructions for each day. Yes, I've already gone through the whole thing. I buy origami paper at the craft store for my decoupage projects, so there was no worry that I would end up using the calendar up before xmas even got here.
Unfortunately I've discovered that Eris' love of fucking with me knows no bounds. I don't know what it is, but every time I try to make something that isn't a cubic balloon there is always one step in the illustrated instructions that is entirely inscrutable to me. It's annoying in ways that few things can be, because I know it has to be some malfunction between my brain and my hands. I tried to make the hummingbird, but somehow I fucked up one fold in there and it just wouldn't happen. I did manage one of the butterfly designs, but I had to fight it for a few minutes to get it to cooperate. I don't want to be stuck making boxes and sad mutant cranes - I'd like to manage something interesting.
Anyway, just felt like bitching about it.
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November 22, 2006
Not in the least bit unexpected change of plans
Okay, we're not hosting for Thanksgiving this year, we're going to be driving down to Lamesa. Which was the original plan, actually. I've already got a pie baked, 2 turkey breast roasts cooked and sliced, and the rest is pretty much heat and serve.
I'm already stuffed with pre T-day turkey scraps. Absolutely the best part about being the cook for any feast type holiday. I should go lie down.
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Upgrades
The hubby couldn't stand it, he had to go ahead and get a couple things around here upgraded. Not that we really needed it, but it's nice. First off, we now have the next channel set up on the satellite. It's all about the gay channel, which I hardly watch (they repeat things a lot). But I think it's fantastic that I can watch Looney Tunes on Boomerang. Haven't seen a Bugs cartoon in far too long.
The second upgrade is to this machine right here. I am now out of the dialup stoneage and whizzing along in style on a nice fast wireless connection. The guys came in today to hook the antenna thing up.
Life's pretty good today.
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November 16, 2006
It's really my fault but I'm blaming the weather
Oh great. It's a week til T-day, and I have yet to even start getting the pad in shape for the inevitable guestage. I keep sleeping all day instead. Stupid hibernation urge. I should be cleaning something right now instead of goofing off online, but you know how it is. Addictive evil internet.
I'm not doing an entire turkey, because I'm the only one who would eat the non-caucasian flesh. I don't expect to make anything from scratch either. Way too lazy. I think it'll be just as good to nuke half the meal and slice up a nice turkey breast. The tryptophan will do the rest.
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November 14, 2006
Form blazing sword!
Wow, they're playing Voltron in that little half hour slot between [as] proper and the morning toons for kids getting ready for school. Is that awesome or what? I was getting so tired of Gigantor. I feel so 1980s now.
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I know this is way too late, but it had to be said
I had my little trip out to Cali during the Project Runway finale, so I missed both episodes. And wouldn't you know it, Bravo decides to not marathon the hell out of it until just last week, so it took me forever to catch it. Chances are you already knew who won long before this post, so here's my take on it:
How in the fuck did Jeffery win with that polka-dot tablecloth and that fucking beach umbrella print skirt? How? It just boggles my mind that they loved that horrible green and white striped print. He totally bit Uli's style with that blue dress too. Oy!
I know, I know - who else should win? I liked Michael's stuff, but I realize he needs to grow up just a bit and refine his style. I totally understand that Laura's creativity is a bit limited, since she seems to only be able to make clothes for herself. And yes, Uli's stuff is pretty much the same dress over and over with the wild prints.
But that's just it - Uli actually did something different this time around. Her stuff beat the hell out of Jeffer's crap easily, IM(not in the least bit)HO.
Yeah, I'm biased. Jeffer being an ex-addict and proud papa who pulled himself out of the gutter is no excuse for him being an ASSHOLE! But besides that, I still think that half the stuff he showed on the runway was just plain awful. Complete stink.
So there. The final dish.
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Holy crap is this ever cool
It's the Death Switch, and it's not a heavy metal band. You gotta peep it out, really. It's a flash thing, so if you hate flash then too bad for you. Check out where it says 'Uses.' Unspeakable secrets! Last word in an argument! Wow!
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November 13, 2006
I swear I've never touched the stuff
| Your Personality Is Like Acid |
 One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell! |
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Stuff
This entry is going to be all over the place. I don't really have much in the way of interesting bloggage, I just have little comments to dispense.
We got a freebie weekend of the next higher up package on the satellite. This included Logo, which is the gay channel. (Yes, there is a channel that is gayer than Bravo.) I have never seen so many commercials for exercise machines, baldness cures, anti-fat pills and dance music mixes. And they break for these commercials every couple minutes. No wonder people think queers are self obsessed and materialistic. The hubby wants to get Logo, personally I don't care - it would be nice to have it I suppose, but I don't want to have to watch it just because they say 'gay' on it every 15 seconds.
Oh, and speaking of commercials - I want the head of the guy who came up with the Pepto 'diarrhea dance' commmercials. If I have to watch some fool groping his ass to the beat one more time I am going to scream myself into a coma. That dance is an abomination!
We got our freeze this weekend - all the trees in the front yard are naked and the 4-o'clocks are now nothing but sticks. It seems to have upset the cats a bit as they aren't used to dealing with the horrible cold. It hasn't snowed on us yet, but it better - this drought nonsense has gotten entirely tired.
And now something nice: look, look right down there under this entry. Yep, it has the category listing now. I know it's painfully obvious but it has to be said - my hostess the PhotoNinja rules. I figure I'll get some more bits fine tuned as I get around to working on this here blog, but really that was the only little detail that I really wanted situated. Yes, I know - I am entirely too involved with those cutesy little labels.
It looks like we're going to be hosting again for the holidays this year. It's not set entirely in stone, but we're leaning that way already and I'm sure that's how it's going to work out. Which is fine, actually. It would be nice to get out of the house for a holiday, but it isn't going to kill me to cook in my own oven. I'm sure it'll be a small affair, with just the 4 of us here, so it's not like I have to go all out with the mega feast. But I suppose I should try getting off my ass this week and maybe get some of the house in decent shape.
I got a pack of Wrigley's new Kona Creme coffee flavored chewing gum the other day. I had to - it just needed me to try it out. It's not bad, it does taste like coffee but it has that aspartame aftertaste after you've chewed it awhile. I don't know if it's caffeinated or not, but it should be.
You know who else rules? Invader Zim, that's who. Bow down to your DOOM!
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November 11, 2006
I have nothing nice to say about this
Now I know I put this under Bitchy Rants (not that you can tell, but it is, really), but I just don't have the urge to actually bitch or rant about this. I'll just let you see it for yourself.
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November 09, 2006
Panic!
The robots will soon overpower us and begin the feasting!
Robot Identifies Human Flesh As Bacon
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November 08, 2006
Piles of crap all over the house
The Hobby Lobby in Clovis has claimed its first victim, and the hubby and I made sure to go and pick the carcass clean. There's this little craft store called Ben Franklin's just a short jaunt from the 4 corner spot that pretty much encompasses anything I'd want to buy in Clovis, and they're having their going out of business sale. Needless to say, I now have a bunch of new blank boxes, a couple new cans of spray varnish, and lots of new origami paper.
Because I so needed to pile more projects and crap on my already over-procrastinated days. Technically I should have too much glue on my hands to be able to work the keys on this machine. It wouldn't be so silly if I had managed to sell one of these projects by now.
Fever dream, I know.
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November 07, 2006
Casa de Fruta
You have no idea how annoying it would be to hear how nice the site up North is and how great it is, or even the whole "it's just not as good as the last place it was" discussion that always happens around faire folk. Because I had never been there. Never.
Well, I done been there.
It was kind of bittersweet to get to actually see the place, but only for the last weekend of the season. It's gorgeous up there, lots of trees and hills and all that good stuff. Although really, if you don't look past the walls surrounding the site it's quite a bit like being at the old Devore site. I know, that's sort of a sad comparison, but really faire is pretty much the same when you have to keep tearing it down every year.
I spent most of the week in the Winnie with Shygirl and Laz, doing the camp out thing and just sort of wandering around faire site during the day and soaking in the atmosphere. I imagine I creeped a few people out while I was doing my quiet wander thing - I know I can give off that stalker vibe. (Especially when I'm stalking, but we won't talk about that.) I popped into the office a couple times to watch them work, but that's kind of a snooze in the long run, and I needed to get my circuits in. It's amazing how much more I'll walk when I have something to look at when I'm doing it. Get this - they put juggling school on a hill, is that fuctup or what?
Had a weird moment there too - I was on the phone with the hubby, but it was the home line not his cell because there is this weird law about cell phones not ever working in one's own home. Anyway, his brother kept calling the cell, but it was a futile gesture, so when I got off the phone with the hubby I called the bro-in-law to tell him to call the land line. He called me back after the two of them talked, and it turned out that he had literally just driven past Casa de Fruta only a couple minutes before. Go figure.
The actual faire event was fun too. I tried to hawk some at axes, but I was a bit weary that first day (hippy weed and space cakes will do that to you) and it usually takes me a couple weekends to get up to speed. I finally gave up on that and just enjoyed being in costume and on site. In fact, I had more fun helping Laz deliver grub to his crew - walking with a big tray of food, the cowbell clanging and us shouting at people to get the hell out of the way. It's all about the piratey goodness, I tells ya.
And then there's the nightlife. I almost forgot how much I missed it. They opened up the alestand so we could buy beer at reasonable prices, there were a couple parties playing disco music (but I was far beyond dancing by then), and for some reason there were a bunch of guys running around in their underwear. Torture man, torture. I didn't stay up to a ridiculous hour, but I suppose I could have if I really wanted to. It was just great to be able to wander around site, walk out to camp and hang out, and just posse up drunk and loud. The Irwindale exile really chopped out the best part of the faire experience for me.
Waking up Monday was the sad part. It was like watching a fever dream disintegrate in the sun as they started to tear it all apart. Quite a lot of mixed emotions trying to pack an entire faire experience into one weekend. It wasn't all sad sack though - they had a golf cart race that day too, complete with girls flashing boobies at the drivers before they got buckets of water thrown into their faces (the drivers, not the booby-girls) or fire extinguishers set off on them. Pretty much like watching an episode of Jackass, actually.
So now I'm thinking I may be willing to change my annual trek out to Cali to do Northern instead of Southern. I can always train down to the IE so I can visit the friends and fam, and I can still get to do faire the way it was meant to be. I'm not solid on this, of course, but it's definitely something to put on simmer. If nothing else, I will certainly try to make it up there for the occasional weekend because it is so worth it.
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November 06, 2006
Because it ain't a blog without a survey
I've had this list of questions sitting in a txt file for a while now, just waiting to be published. Not that it's anything particularly new, but it just had to be done.
1. Do you still talk to the person you had your first kiss with?
- That was so long ago, I doubt I even know that person anymore.
2. What would you do with 1,000 plastic spoons?
- Pretend that they are alien invaders and incinerate them with my righteous human anger.
3. What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?
- Whatever my sisters listened to and my parents played.
4. What is the best thing about your job?
- That I don't have one.
5. Do you wish cell phone etiquette was required in public?
- Actually, I wish people would get over the whole cell phone etiquette thing. As long as they're not interrupting a movie or something important, why in the fuck do you care if you see someone else is on a phone having a conversation that does not in any way involve you? Get over yourself.
8. Where are you going on your next vacation?
- My life is a vacation.
9. Quote a song lyric.
Can't stand your loneliness. Slow Country by the Gorillaz.
10. Are most of the friends in your life new or old?
- All over the place, but generally in the direction of old.
11. Do you own any furniture from Ikea?
- Not that I know of.
13. If you could be an animal what would you be?
- If you don't know the answer to this question then you don't know me at all.
14. What state/country are you from?
- I was born in New Jersey. I don't remember it at all, despite having lived there a couple years. So, that means I am from the state of California where I grew up.
15. Tell us about the last conversation you had.
- I told my hubby about random newsy bits I read on the internet.
16. Where do you see yourself in one month?
- Pretty much exactly where I am. We fear change.
17. What is your favorite smell?
- One that isn't nasty.
18. What is your favorite sight?
- Kittens playing.
19. Do you consider yourself bi-polar?
- Yes? NO!
21. Have you ever done anything vindictive to your coworkers?
- Not that I can recall.
22. Have you ever gone to therapy?
- Nope. Probably should though.
23. Have you ever played Spin the bottle?
- No. It sounds boring and/or awful.
24. Have you ever toilet-papered someone's house?
- Probably not, but I'm sure I watched someone else do it.
25. Have you ever liked someone but never told them?
- Nearly constantly for a while, now just occasionally (for the sake of convenience and continued breathing).
26. Have you ever gone camping?
- Yes.
27. Have you ever had a crush on your brother/sister's friend?
- Ummm, once or twice I'm sure.
28. Have you ever been to a nude beach?
- No. Ain't gonna happen.
29. Have you ever had sex on the beach?
- I've heard it's a tasty beverage.
30. Have you ever had a stalker?
- Yes: you.
32. have you ever laughed so hard you cried?
- Not often enough.
33. Have you ever gone to a party where you were the only sober one?
- Not counting my rather raucous childhood, only occasionally. Sobriety is overrated.
34. Have you ever been cheated on?
- I don't imagine it could really happen, as cheating requires something in the way of a jealousy urge, and I have yet to notice one in myself.
35. Have you ever felt betrayed by your best friend?
- A couple times, but only once by a 'best' friend. Needless to say, that friendship was short lived, and I hope said unfriend gets his comeuppance in a poetic justice sort of way.
36. Have you ever lied to your parents?
- Practically constantly, I'm sure. I was (am) a rotten child.
37. Have you ever been out of the US?
- Never. Never ever. Not once.
38. Have you ever thrown up from working out?
- You have got to be joking.
39. Have you ever gotten a haircut so bad that you wore a hat to cover it up?
- No. And it will never happen because no haircut could possibly ever traumatize me more than my school-age hair hell.
40. Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food places in 1 day?
- I don't recall, but I'm sure I have at least once.
41. Have you ever gotten so wasted you can't remember the nite before?
- Once or twice. I don't care for that brand of drunk.
42. Have you ever spied on someone you had a crush on?
- Yes. And I'd do it again too.
43. Have you ever slept with one of your coworkers?
- I don't think I've even had enough in the way of a real job to really say I had coworkers.
44. Kissed more than one person at a time?
- Nope.
45. Pot?
- Kettle.
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New digs
Whee, it's the all new blogospace of Randcom Commentary. Thanks ever so much to the kindness of the PhotoNinja, I now no longer have to deal with the 'upgrade' stupidity at Tripod for my blogging goodness. Now I just have to get back into the habit of blogging the daily blah de blah that is my life. It'll probably be mostly cows, TV and me bitching about meaningless crap, so don't get too excited.
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