what a day, by god. met the new therapist and he seems a decent fellow, but therapy is work enough, let along with someone new -- today was just one of many sessions to come where i'm basically going over stuff i've already explained to three other therapists -- i should just start tape recording my history and hand that to each new doctor i meet. so after the hour-long appointment i was at work feeling somewhat like i had just been hit by a truck... a bit of the walking dead, i was. but i'm glad to get the process starting again, i'm tired of feeling like i'm rotting from the inside out (ooh...pretty imagery).
and i have a kitten behind me who is trying to chew on my hair...drat. it's the wanda kitty.
i love friday nights. that wonderful feeling of very little obligation beyond feeding and entertaining my child tomorrow morning. that lovely "i don't have to set my alarm at all, let alone for 5:30 a.m." feeling. that lovely "i'm going to spend the whole freakin' day in my pajamas" feeling.
i can't fight this feeling any longer...
(i just quoted that horrible song; what's become of me?) but i'll give a 20 ounce bottle of soda to the first person who comments with the next line from that song. bring it.
my child is a raving lunatic. especially the raving part. she's kind of doing the actions along with "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" in Disney's Fantasia... and really that just involves flailing wildly and giggling. maybe we'd all be better off if we flailed and giggled at the same time. maybe i'll try now.
i haven't tried yet. i think it'll look like i'm having some sort of fit, and passerbys will put a stick in my mouth to keep me from biting off my tongue.
we will be viewing the movie "garden state" tomorrow night at the lovely riverview theater. and even though i've not yet seen it, i think i will probably love it and zach braff will be my new celebrity crush. he might even earn the title of "boyfriend of the week" on the Two Ks blog.
and sadly, i've been neglectful of the other blogs in my life. must work on that.
my list of musts for this weekend:
must brush hair.
must finish dishes.
must take winter coats to the dry cleaners.
must take goose-down alternative comforter to the laundromat, as it is roughly three times too big for my own washing machine.
must take risperdal, as i've neglected the last few nights and will therefore set me back in my level of tolerance...in short, i'll be sleepy all over again. nuts.
must make christmas shopping list for the 10,000th time. just to be thorough.
must sleep. soon. i'll be sure to update my blog on the progress of my weekend "must" list, (insert sarcastic tone NOW) as it's INCREDIBLLY important for everyone i know and many i don't to learn the outcome of my effing dishwashing.
Friday, December 03, 2004
Thursday, December 02, 2004
WHEW!
a great woody allen quote that sums up how i feel right now:
"The most beautiful words in the English language are not "I love you," but "it's benign."
huzzah!
"The most beautiful words in the English language are not "I love you," but "it's benign."
huzzah!
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
BIOPSY
Pronunciation: 'bIâpsee
Definition: [n]examination of tissues or liquids from the living body to determine the existence or cause of a disease.
yeah, this would be the creepy, unnerving downside to the facial skin thing removal fiasco of last week. got a call from my clinic today, telling me to call for my biopsy results. and although i've NEVER gotten a call from a clinic telling me that my results are normal -- usually that's mailed to me -- this is a clinic i've never before been to and maybe this is a different way of doing things. i'll call first thing in the morning. hmm.. i should have checked my voice mail before leaving work. oh well, i'm sure it's nothing to worry about. maybe this clinic -- which, i found out after visiting, is a christian-based clinic -- gives results of any nature over the phone.
yes, out of ALL the clinics in the metro area, i chose one that has walls literally lined with religious icons. and i almost didn't go back, but it is actually one block from my office. so i'll suck up the pictures for convenience.
so yeah, i'll keep you posted on my skin. yeah, the more and more i think about keeping the mass public updated on my flesh, the creepier it seems.
but here's something interesting: i figured out that, on a normal, non-bar attending day, i smoke 2 cigarettes on the way to work, three cigarettes during my work day, 2 cigarettes on my way home and then one at night. so less than a half-pack a day. i think i might toss on a patch tomorrow and see how long i can last. things at work are pretty tame right now, so this might be a good time to knock that nasty habit.
and i was thinking that even before the word "biopsy" entered my skull.
Pronunciation: 'bIâpsee
Definition: [n]examination of tissues or liquids from the living body to determine the existence or cause of a disease.
yeah, this would be the creepy, unnerving downside to the facial skin thing removal fiasco of last week. got a call from my clinic today, telling me to call for my biopsy results. and although i've NEVER gotten a call from a clinic telling me that my results are normal -- usually that's mailed to me -- this is a clinic i've never before been to and maybe this is a different way of doing things. i'll call first thing in the morning. hmm.. i should have checked my voice mail before leaving work. oh well, i'm sure it's nothing to worry about. maybe this clinic -- which, i found out after visiting, is a christian-based clinic -- gives results of any nature over the phone.
yes, out of ALL the clinics in the metro area, i chose one that has walls literally lined with religious icons. and i almost didn't go back, but it is actually one block from my office. so i'll suck up the pictures for convenience.
so yeah, i'll keep you posted on my skin. yeah, the more and more i think about keeping the mass public updated on my flesh, the creepier it seems.
but here's something interesting: i figured out that, on a normal, non-bar attending day, i smoke 2 cigarettes on the way to work, three cigarettes during my work day, 2 cigarettes on my way home and then one at night. so less than a half-pack a day. i think i might toss on a patch tomorrow and see how long i can last. things at work are pretty tame right now, so this might be a good time to knock that nasty habit.
and i was thinking that even before the word "biopsy" entered my skull.
COMPANY TIME BLOGGING
nothing to do currently. nothing.
makes for a long work day and a dull blog.
big idea for the day: considering a template change for the blog.
any suggestions? keep it clean, kids.
makes for a long work day and a dull blog.
big idea for the day: considering a template change for the blog.
any suggestions? keep it clean, kids.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
holy of holy crap
THIS is what you'll be watching at 6 a.m. when you can't sleep. miracle spring water? ugh..preying upon the masses, the desperate and the sick.
Monday, November 29, 2004
accidental drinkiness
oh crap...those smirnoff ice...they are just like juice!
so i'm drinking some with my dinner -- maple and brown sugar oatmeal with toast -- and then i realize how funny an aol commercial is. and we all know that aol does not HAVE funny commercials, let alone the commercial where they are showing aol members sarcastically asking for a computer virus...but the guy, he asked that his computer make a noise like a YETTI, and then he actually made the YETTI noise! is was funny, right? it's not just the sauce, right???
i think i'm going to start posting more photos on my blog. just because.
so i'm drinking some with my dinner -- maple and brown sugar oatmeal with toast -- and then i realize how funny an aol commercial is. and we all know that aol does not HAVE funny commercials, let alone the commercial where they are showing aol members sarcastically asking for a computer virus...but the guy, he asked that his computer make a noise like a YETTI, and then he actually made the YETTI noise! is was funny, right? it's not just the sauce, right???
i think i'm going to start posting more photos on my blog. just because.
Friday, November 26, 2004
ahhh, time off....
time off is pretty delightful. today i've not done too much, but it's been enjoyable -- a trip to target with the abbey; the grocery and video stores saw my cheery mug; i made some sweet artichoke dip (8 oz of cream cheese, 1/2 cup of parmesean cheese, 1/2 cup mayo, 14oz of artichoke hearts, heat for 20-25 min. at 350) that is horribly bad for the body but it's SOOO GOOOOD with yummy bread. try it, you shan't be sorry.
the abbey is playing with barbies upstairs and i think the next step on the agenda for the day is to watch Predator once the child is in bed. i've not seen the entire movie and, after all, if it was good enough for the governator AND jesse the body, it's good enough for me.
well, abbey has just announced that she'll be watching the disney channel movie, "the cheetah girls." yep, that's right. "the cheetah girls." envy my television set.
the abbey is playing with barbies upstairs and i think the next step on the agenda for the day is to watch Predator once the child is in bed. i've not seen the entire movie and, after all, if it was good enough for the governator AND jesse the body, it's good enough for me.
well, abbey has just announced that she'll be watching the disney channel movie, "the cheetah girls." yep, that's right. "the cheetah girls." envy my television set.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
and so the days off begin!
okay...so not going to minot this weekend, therefore abbey and i are now watching "elf."
it's funny! and bob newhart, priceless. completely priceless. his delivery..it's just great. almost as great as will ferrell saying "shocking!"
so i had some skin things removed from my face today, they were on both sides of my nose (i know, this is delightful to read, huh?) and it really effing hurt. lidocaine in the face with a needle -- no good, i tell you. then the cauterization of the wound...HURRAH FOR PAIN AND THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH!
now it's reduced to a stinging sensation and i'm supposed to keep lil' bandaids over the spots. however i don't know if you have tried to wear a bandaid on the sides of your nose, but if so, then you've probably learned that they not only tickle but also like to fall off. consistently. and damn it, i'm running out of little square bandaids! all i'll have left are the ones for big wounds and it just won't be right! i demand a recount! (what?)
speaking of recount (nice segue!), have you had a look at blackboxvoting.org? any thoughts on what is happening and how NO ONE is talking about it?
so on the agenda tomorrow will a little time and money spent at the old country buffet in woodbury. a step up from the royal trough in minot, but still that element of... crazy mass eating. if you look around sometimes all you can see are mouths chewing food...it's gets surreal.
there is this side of nostalgia i have about thanksgiving day -- watching the macy's parade with my sisters (switching the channels to try to avoid commercials was a task), the smell of food cooking...
and then there is the reality that i remember that i would always block out -- parents frantically trying to prepare an 18-course meal and there not being enough people helping out or there were too many cooks in the kitchen -- literally. but it was fine, b/c i think that many families were like mine.
it was chaotic and hectic but it was good -- and don't get me wrong, because my first thoughts of this time of year are not the ones about stress and chaos and spilling the 7up on the table, but of the cool feeling you have as a kid, watching the parade and wishing like hell you could be as cool as your sisters.
and now it's time for more abbey-ness. happy turkey day, everyone.
it's funny! and bob newhart, priceless. completely priceless. his delivery..it's just great. almost as great as will ferrell saying "shocking!"
so i had some skin things removed from my face today, they were on both sides of my nose (i know, this is delightful to read, huh?) and it really effing hurt. lidocaine in the face with a needle -- no good, i tell you. then the cauterization of the wound...HURRAH FOR PAIN AND THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH!
now it's reduced to a stinging sensation and i'm supposed to keep lil' bandaids over the spots. however i don't know if you have tried to wear a bandaid on the sides of your nose, but if so, then you've probably learned that they not only tickle but also like to fall off. consistently. and damn it, i'm running out of little square bandaids! all i'll have left are the ones for big wounds and it just won't be right! i demand a recount! (what?)
speaking of recount (nice segue!), have you had a look at blackboxvoting.org? any thoughts on what is happening and how NO ONE is talking about it?
so on the agenda tomorrow will a little time and money spent at the old country buffet in woodbury. a step up from the royal trough in minot, but still that element of... crazy mass eating. if you look around sometimes all you can see are mouths chewing food...it's gets surreal.
there is this side of nostalgia i have about thanksgiving day -- watching the macy's parade with my sisters (switching the channels to try to avoid commercials was a task), the smell of food cooking...
and then there is the reality that i remember that i would always block out -- parents frantically trying to prepare an 18-course meal and there not being enough people helping out or there were too many cooks in the kitchen -- literally. but it was fine, b/c i think that many families were like mine.
it was chaotic and hectic but it was good -- and don't get me wrong, because my first thoughts of this time of year are not the ones about stress and chaos and spilling the 7up on the table, but of the cool feeling you have as a kid, watching the parade and wishing like hell you could be as cool as your sisters.
and now it's time for more abbey-ness. happy turkey day, everyone.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
a very queer eye thanksgiving
i'm 26 minutes into the bravo special where the fab five meet up with the gents from the previous season to see how they have done...have they stayed on the correct path or, in the case of twin brothers, have they gone back to peeing in bottles next to the bed?
so i make it to the first commercial break and i turn off the tv. am i ashamed to watch this? is it exploitative that this show exists?
well that lasted about six damn seconds b/c the tv is back on and i'm learning about making biscuits and the proper kind of brine for soaking a turkey.
and these twin brothers (fraternal, not identical, so you can see who really started it) can't keep themselves from wrestling. just spontaneous wrestling. what gives?
i should sleep.
oh, and i worked out today for thd second damn day in a row. i think i might even do it tomorrow. i'll keep you posted.
what a sorry, bland post. so sad.
so i make it to the first commercial break and i turn off the tv. am i ashamed to watch this? is it exploitative that this show exists?
well that lasted about six damn seconds b/c the tv is back on and i'm learning about making biscuits and the proper kind of brine for soaking a turkey.
and these twin brothers (fraternal, not identical, so you can see who really started it) can't keep themselves from wrestling. just spontaneous wrestling. what gives?
i should sleep.
oh, and i worked out today for thd second damn day in a row. i think i might even do it tomorrow. i'll keep you posted.
what a sorry, bland post. so sad.
and for lunch?
Progresso Lentil Soup... don't know it til you've tried it, i say!
and most days when i'm eating my soup i'll finish it and think, "boy, that soup sure went fast." however today is not the case. my thought today is, "boy, will i have enough lunchtime to eat all these lentils? will this bowl of lentils ever end?"
and most days when i'm eating my soup i'll finish it and think, "boy, that soup sure went fast." however today is not the case. my thought today is, "boy, will i have enough lunchtime to eat all these lentils? will this bowl of lentils ever end?"
Monday, November 22, 2004
kevin costner post-apocalyptic night!
holy shite... "waterworld" is on the usa network...okay, if kevin costner is "evolved" in it, having gills and all, but does he eat fish?
"nothin's free in waterworld..."
what a horrible line delivered in such a horrible manner. i might just have to keep a tally of horrible dialogue...wait, i think someone did that when they wrote the screenplay for this.
"nothin's free in waterworld..."
what a horrible line delivered in such a horrible manner. i might just have to keep a tally of horrible dialogue...wait, i think someone did that when they wrote the screenplay for this.
how'd my weekend fare?
this was a list of things to do this last weekend (or was it the weekend before?) as shown in a previous entry:
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
------------- and how did these things work out for me? let's see...
- gutters, schmutters. f**k the gutters. i don't have a ladder and, to date, no way to fly to the roof.
- plastic was placed over abbey's windows. only 2000 windows to go.
- didn't take coats to dry cleaners, but did find a dry cleaners close to home...that's half the battle, right?
- ummm...i have lots of baskets filled with fresh clothing. they are blocking my path to the dressers, closets, etc.
- cats have litter. mission accomplished. (and when i say "mission accomplished," i mean it in the real way, not the George W. Bush way.)
- i always regret staying up too late, even when i'm in bed by 10. mostly b/c i can't get my arse out of bed in the morning and i go to work all disheveled and whatnot. just once i'd like to be...sheveled.
so here are some more plans that won't be completed this evening:
- clean bedroom (put clothes away)
- tidy up abbey's room (put clothes away)
- tidy up bathroom (put dirty clothes in wasy)
- tidy up living room (but books on shelves)
and as a special shout-out to shanny, check out www.thecampushouse.com -- it'll be the next damn movie on my movie rack! we heart campy horror!
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
------------- and how did these things work out for me? let's see...
- gutters, schmutters. f**k the gutters. i don't have a ladder and, to date, no way to fly to the roof.
- plastic was placed over abbey's windows. only 2000 windows to go.
- didn't take coats to dry cleaners, but did find a dry cleaners close to home...that's half the battle, right?
- ummm...i have lots of baskets filled with fresh clothing. they are blocking my path to the dressers, closets, etc.
- cats have litter. mission accomplished. (and when i say "mission accomplished," i mean it in the real way, not the George W. Bush way.)
- i always regret staying up too late, even when i'm in bed by 10. mostly b/c i can't get my arse out of bed in the morning and i go to work all disheveled and whatnot. just once i'd like to be...sheveled.
so here are some more plans that won't be completed this evening:
- clean bedroom (put clothes away)
- tidy up abbey's room (put clothes away)
- tidy up bathroom (put dirty clothes in wasy)
- tidy up living room (but books on shelves)
and as a special shout-out to shanny, check out www.thecampushouse.com -- it'll be the next damn movie on my movie rack! we heart campy horror!
Sunday, November 21, 2004
another weekend goes by...
currently relaxing while watching "his girl friday," starring cary grant.
a good watch purchased on dvd for a mere dollar at the evil walmart.
people in this era ate very politely. a roast beef sandwich they all ordered and they ate it with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other for the whole damn time they are eating. when was the last time you did that? or i did that, for that matter? perhaps i'll make a point in eating in a more refined manner.
but it's tough to eat pudding with a knife and fork.
a good watch purchased on dvd for a mere dollar at the evil walmart.
people in this era ate very politely. a roast beef sandwich they all ordered and they ate it with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other for the whole damn time they are eating. when was the last time you did that? or i did that, for that matter? perhaps i'll make a point in eating in a more refined manner.
but it's tough to eat pudding with a knife and fork.
Friday, November 19, 2004
eek!
this is awful! aahhhh!
plastic surgery with a SPATULA????? shouldn't that be reserved for scraping the cake batter from a bowl? eeks.
but you know what? if i want plastic surgery i would do my damndest to MAKE CERTAIN that the surgeon was a REAL SURGEON. aren't there ways to find that out? scary...
plastic surgery with a SPATULA????? shouldn't that be reserved for scraping the cake batter from a bowl? eeks.
but you know what? if i want plastic surgery i would do my damndest to MAKE CERTAIN that the surgeon was a REAL SURGEON. aren't there ways to find that out? scary...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
with days like these....
...i don't even know what i should compare a day like today to -- it was kind of like repeatedly stubbing your toe on a chair -- you know, when it actually separates the toes that don't like to be that separated -- over and over, and you are running late to the next chair accident so you hurry along for the next assault and you can't swear or get upset and you just have to suck up a day of agony? a day of obligatory toe stubbing? that's what i felt like. like i was constantly fucking up, constantly stubbing my proverbial toe on the proverbial mental illness chair.
did that make any sense at all?
so that was my wednesday -- one crappy event/incident/etc. after another, all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop...and it would always, always drop. always.
here's hoping tomorrow will be better. and i never say things like "it couldn't get any worse," because that would be a silly thing to say. i've seen that happen more times that i want to recally. when you think you've hit bottom? nice try... it can ALWAYS get worse.
sweet dreams!
did that make any sense at all?
so that was my wednesday -- one crappy event/incident/etc. after another, all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop...and it would always, always drop. always.
here's hoping tomorrow will be better. and i never say things like "it couldn't get any worse," because that would be a silly thing to say. i've seen that happen more times that i want to recally. when you think you've hit bottom? nice try... it can ALWAYS get worse.
sweet dreams!
i'm openminded and all, but.....
HERE is a good reason for me not to move to new zealand.
but i'm not judging.
what's interesting is that the woman in the news story explains why she first fed the dog -- b/c the baby stopped taking her milk and she didn't want it to go to waste.
well see, having fed a baby, here's how that works: SUPPLY AND DEMAND. if a baby won't have it, then it dries up. yeah, you maybe waste a day or two at max, but when the need decreases, the supply decreases.
no reason to share with fido.
have you all had a chance to visit THIS happy site? it will make you hate your country a little bit less.
but i'm not judging.
what's interesting is that the woman in the news story explains why she first fed the dog -- b/c the baby stopped taking her milk and she didn't want it to go to waste.
well see, having fed a baby, here's how that works: SUPPLY AND DEMAND. if a baby won't have it, then it dries up. yeah, you maybe waste a day or two at max, but when the need decreases, the supply decreases.
no reason to share with fido.
have you all had a chance to visit THIS happy site? it will make you hate your country a little bit less.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
WEARESORRY
WEARESORRY
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
this is what i threw together on company time to send to sorryeverybody.com. do what you gotta do.
good site...
visit http://sorryeverybody.com. really. and i expect all of you with digital cameras, macpaint or photoshop to get in on the action. i'll be posting my humble submission soon.
Monday, November 15, 2004
Just pants
that blog title is for you, p-funk.
i'm still giddy over my purchase of pants from old navy. i know, i know, they were probably assembled by someone who is underpaid in a foreign country -- a child, maybe. but i still bought them and i still like them and this will just solidify my reserved seat in hell.
i'm still giddy over my purchase of pants from old navy. i know, i know, they were probably assembled by someone who is underpaid in a foreign country -- a child, maybe. but i still bought them and i still like them and this will just solidify my reserved seat in hell.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
oh for f**ks sake...
fx is a fine, fine channel. they are showing "armageddon," which is silly but useful to watch whilst drinking a bit of the sauce. and it's being shown with "limited commercial interruption," thanks in part to jack daniels. and then there was a commercial (albeit a limited commercial) for the fx movie called "smallpox." because we need a more afraid public.
billy bob thorton plays the head of nasa in "armageddon," i think. that's second only to him playing the u.s. president in "love actually."
gee, i'm torn as to what my favorite part of this movie is....when ben affleck begins to sing "leavin' on a jet plane" to liv tyler, or when ben afflect is using animal crackers in an unclean manner.
i think a common mistake to make in space flight is excessive screaming; it just makes you look like an amateur. or maybe the common mistake is really having a soundtrack that sounds like the one in this effing movie... maybe if they had a less menacing soundtrack you could MAYBE take the scenario seriously.
but according to some sources (and when i say "some sources," i mean "i heard once somewhere but i don't recall where") that the government is not spending enough to monitor the potential dangers from space (asteroids, etc.) -- that it's really only enough to monitor about 1/3 of space. if that's so, maybe then this movie IS realistic. but i choose not to think about it that way. i choose to think of it as a crappy jerry bruckheimer production. (i will now check imdb.com to see if i was right on that bruckheimer guesstimate.)
yep, i was right on that....director michael bay and producer jerry bruckheimer, the same uber-genuii that brought us "pearl harbor."
and in other movie news, there is production work announced from michael bay in the lines of a prequel to the "texas chainsaw massacre" AND a remake of "the amityville horror."
i'm still waiting for verification of the "jason and freddy vs. ash" rumor i've heard -- i think i could really only endorse that if sam raimi had a hand in the mix of it. of course, he had a hand in sarah michelle geller's "the grudge," so who knows what is going on in sam's noggin.
does anyone know if sam raimi's classic car appears in that movie? maybe it's only movies he directs...
time for pizza.
billy bob thorton plays the head of nasa in "armageddon," i think. that's second only to him playing the u.s. president in "love actually."
gee, i'm torn as to what my favorite part of this movie is....when ben affleck begins to sing "leavin' on a jet plane" to liv tyler, or when ben afflect is using animal crackers in an unclean manner.
i think a common mistake to make in space flight is excessive screaming; it just makes you look like an amateur. or maybe the common mistake is really having a soundtrack that sounds like the one in this effing movie... maybe if they had a less menacing soundtrack you could MAYBE take the scenario seriously.
but according to some sources (and when i say "some sources," i mean "i heard once somewhere but i don't recall where") that the government is not spending enough to monitor the potential dangers from space (asteroids, etc.) -- that it's really only enough to monitor about 1/3 of space. if that's so, maybe then this movie IS realistic. but i choose not to think about it that way. i choose to think of it as a crappy jerry bruckheimer production. (i will now check imdb.com to see if i was right on that bruckheimer guesstimate.)
yep, i was right on that....director michael bay and producer jerry bruckheimer, the same uber-genuii that brought us "pearl harbor."
and in other movie news, there is production work announced from michael bay in the lines of a prequel to the "texas chainsaw massacre" AND a remake of "the amityville horror."
i'm still waiting for verification of the "jason and freddy vs. ash" rumor i've heard -- i think i could really only endorse that if sam raimi had a hand in the mix of it. of course, he had a hand in sarah michelle geller's "the grudge," so who knows what is going on in sam's noggin.
does anyone know if sam raimi's classic car appears in that movie? maybe it's only movies he directs...
time for pizza.
horrible...just horrible...
i hate channel-surfing on the offchance of encountering a program on c-span featuring a person like this.
completely horrible. she was discussing that, as a lesbian, she goes against the grain of the mainstream, but because she dresses conservatively, is a conservative, doesn't live in west hollywood and has no piercings, she's against the grain in the gay community. b/c that's what all gay people look like: pierced, wearing outrageous clothing and living in california. she was horrible and i turned the tv off. then i found her online and the main page shows another one of those fucking election maps, showing "Bush Country 2004."
oh, and she said that everytime anyone mocks a republican, they should try to replace the word "republican" with the word "jew," because not liking republicans is along the same lines as being anti-semitic. if i said, "gee, i think we should round up all the republicans onto a train to a death camp," or "i think we should exterminate all the republicans," her comment might hold a bit of water.
gross.
completely horrible. she was discussing that, as a lesbian, she goes against the grain of the mainstream, but because she dresses conservatively, is a conservative, doesn't live in west hollywood and has no piercings, she's against the grain in the gay community. b/c that's what all gay people look like: pierced, wearing outrageous clothing and living in california. she was horrible and i turned the tv off. then i found her online and the main page shows another one of those fucking election maps, showing "Bush Country 2004."
oh, and she said that everytime anyone mocks a republican, they should try to replace the word "republican" with the word "jew," because not liking republicans is along the same lines as being anti-semitic. if i said, "gee, i think we should round up all the republicans onto a train to a death camp," or "i think we should exterminate all the republicans," her comment might hold a bit of water.
gross.
friday schmiday
"rear window" just finished up -- what a great movie, that scene where grace kelly's character is in the neighbor's apartment, looking for evidence of a murder -- while the neighbor is about to walk back in his door and the whole time, jimmy stewart's character is watching it all take place and is unable to do anything about it, on account of the broken leg and wheelchair! what a great scene. i guess turner classic movies did a bunch of grace kelly movies today, celebrating her birthday.
abbey, dustin and i spent a little time with the oldest larson girl, bobbi, and her son, matthew, tonight at an area perkins -- yummmmmy country club omelet.
awww, sweet! the history channel has a goody show about alien craft in nevada -- god, i love cable. i know i shouldn't but dude, i do.
i just wrote "dude."
abbey, dustin and i spent a little time with the oldest larson girl, bobbi, and her son, matthew, tonight at an area perkins -- yummmmmy country club omelet.
awww, sweet! the history channel has a goody show about alien craft in nevada -- god, i love cable. i know i shouldn't but dude, i do.
i just wrote "dude."
a weekend, a schmeekend
i fear this weekend will be one riddled with household chores, including (but not limited to):
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
that's the long and short of it. or maybe just the short of it; no need to include the long.
• cleaning the gutters (must first find ladder or defy law of gravity);
• putting plastic over windows (must first remember to buy it at target instead of being distracted by silly purses);
• taking coats to dry cleaners (a chore that, for some reason, i leave to the last damn minute before snowfall);
• not only doing laundry, but actually removing clean clothing from baskets and placing it in a useful location, such as a closet or a dresser);
• cat litter: 'nuff said. (would it have been soooo hard to write "enough" insted of "'nuff?" i think not. i'm so lazy.)
• spend time regretting the fact that i stayed up too late tonight -- this will most likely begin when abbey wakes me up around 7 a.m.
that's the long and short of it. or maybe just the short of it; no need to include the long.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
a quiet night at home
a nice calm night at home after a busy day at work -- which is good, as busy makes the time go faster. not busy = eternal shift.
sarah montgomery's nephew is sleeping on our couch right now. his mom/sarah's sister, allison, is in town with micah scott to see the pixies tonight in st. paul, so tristan (the nephew) came over to hang out w/the absterbinder. the kids are both totally sacked out, and i forgot how funny boys are about things. i offered him a sleeping bag but as it is a disney princess sleeping bag, he was less than excited about it.
bobbi (oldest sister) is in town -- she's currently in eagan cleaning amy's house (next oldest sister who had the c-section) and generally being helpful. we'll be meeting for dinner tomorrow night. and saturday will feature a carnival at abbey's school -- not a carnival w/rides and stuff, but a carnival with a school crowded with kids and parents, overpriced slices of room temperature pizza and carnival games rewarded with really crappy prizes.
but abbey is excited, so that's what matters.
what do you guys think of the black eyed peas? i'm torn on them. i might like them, i might now like them.
have you ever spent a great deal of time blogging, then while reading over what you've written, you realize that you've written nothing funny, interesting, substantial or clever??? should i even bother posting this?
oh hell, i'm sure i will. i'm tired. i need sleep.
sarah montgomery's nephew is sleeping on our couch right now. his mom/sarah's sister, allison, is in town with micah scott to see the pixies tonight in st. paul, so tristan (the nephew) came over to hang out w/the absterbinder. the kids are both totally sacked out, and i forgot how funny boys are about things. i offered him a sleeping bag but as it is a disney princess sleeping bag, he was less than excited about it.
bobbi (oldest sister) is in town -- she's currently in eagan cleaning amy's house (next oldest sister who had the c-section) and generally being helpful. we'll be meeting for dinner tomorrow night. and saturday will feature a carnival at abbey's school -- not a carnival w/rides and stuff, but a carnival with a school crowded with kids and parents, overpriced slices of room temperature pizza and carnival games rewarded with really crappy prizes.
but abbey is excited, so that's what matters.
what do you guys think of the black eyed peas? i'm torn on them. i might like them, i might now like them.
have you ever spent a great deal of time blogging, then while reading over what you've written, you realize that you've written nothing funny, interesting, substantial or clever??? should i even bother posting this?
oh hell, i'm sure i will. i'm tired. i need sleep.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
funniess from jeggmeister
www.fuckthesouth.com is really funny. and mildly offensive, but funny nevertheless.
and jegg also offered the following bit of fun...don't know the origin, but here, for your reading pleasure...
"What Kerry Should Have Said"
"My fellow Americans, the people of this nation have spoken, and spoken with a clear voice. So I am here to offer my concession. I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people. Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him.
I never saw that coming.
That's really special. And I mean "special" in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special. I concede that I misjudged the power of hate. That's pretty powerful stuff, and I didn't see it.
So let me take a moment to congratulate the President's strategists:
Putting the gay marriage amendments on the ballot in various swing states like Ohio... well, that was just genius. Genius. > It got people, a certain kind of people, to the polls. The unprecedented number of folks who showed up and cited "moral values" as their biggest issue, those people changed history. The folks who consider same sex marriage a more important issue than war, or terrorism, or the economy...
Who'd have thought the election would belong to them? Well, Karl Rove did. Gotta give it up to him for that. Credit where it's due. I concede that I put too much faith in America's youth With 8 out of 10 of you opposing the President, with your friends and classmates dying daily in a war you disapprove of, with your future being mortgaged to pay for rich old peoples' tax breaks, you somehow managed to sit on your asses and watch the Cartoon Network while aging homophobic hillbillies carried the day. You voted with the exact same anemic percentage that you did in 2000. You suck.
Seriously, y'do.
There are some who would say that I sound bitter, that now is the time for healing, to bring the nation together. Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I watched the returns come in with some friends. As the night progressed, people began to talk half-seriously about secession, a red state / blue state split. The reasoning was this: We in blue states produce the vast majority of the wealth in this country and pay the most taxes, and you in the red states receive the majority of the money from those taxes while complaining about 'em. We in the blue states are the only ones who've been attacked by foreign terrorists, yet you in the red states are gung ho to fight a war in our name. We in the blue states produce the entertainment that you consume so greedily each day, while you in the red states show open disdain for us and our values. Blue state civilians are the actual victims and targets of the war on terror, while red state civilians are the ones standing behind us and yelling "Oh, yeah!? Bring it on!"
More than 40% of you Bush voters still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. I'm impressed by that, truly I am. Your sons and daughters who might die in this war know it's not true, the people in the urban centers where al Qaeda wants to attack know it's not true, but those of you who are at practically no risk believe this easy lie because you can. As part of my concession speech, let me say that I really envy that luxury. I concede that.
Healing? We, the people at risk from terrorists, the people who subsidize you, the people who speak in glowing and respectful terms about the heartland of America while that heartland insults and excoriates us... we wanted some healing. We spoke loud and clear. And you refused to give it to us, largely because of your high moral values. You knew better: America doesn't need its allies, doesn't need to share the burden, doesn't need to unite the world, doesn't need to provide for its future. Hell no. Not when it's got a human shield of pointy-headed, atheistic, unconfrontational breadwinners who are willing to pay the bills and play nice in the vain hope of winning a vote that we can never have. Because we're "morally inferior," I suppose, we are supposed to respect your values while you insult ours. And the big joke here is that for 20 years, we've done just that. It's not a "ha-ha" funny joke, I realize, but it's a joke all the same.
As well as conceding the election today, I am also announcing my candidacy for president in 2008. And I make this pledge to you today: THIS time, next time, there will be no pandering. This time I will run with all the open and joking contempt for my opponents that our President demonstrated towards the cradle of liberty, the Ivy League intellectuals, the "media elite," and the "white-wine sippers." This time I will not pretend that the simple folk of America know just as much as the people who devote their lives to serving and studying the nation and the world. They don't.
So that's why I'm asking for your vote in 2008, America. I'm talking to you, you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade-school grads. Vote for me, because I know better, and I truly believe that I can help your smug, sorry asses.
Thank you, and may God, if he does in fact exist, bless each and every one of you."
and jegg also offered the following bit of fun...don't know the origin, but here, for your reading pleasure...
"What Kerry Should Have Said"
"My fellow Americans, the people of this nation have spoken, and spoken with a clear voice. So I am here to offer my concession. I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people. Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him.
I never saw that coming.
That's really special. And I mean "special" in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special. I concede that I misjudged the power of hate. That's pretty powerful stuff, and I didn't see it.
So let me take a moment to congratulate the President's strategists:
Putting the gay marriage amendments on the ballot in various swing states like Ohio... well, that was just genius. Genius. > It got people, a certain kind of people, to the polls. The unprecedented number of folks who showed up and cited "moral values" as their biggest issue, those people changed history. The folks who consider same sex marriage a more important issue than war, or terrorism, or the economy...
Who'd have thought the election would belong to them? Well, Karl Rove did. Gotta give it up to him for that. Credit where it's due. I concede that I put too much faith in America's youth With 8 out of 10 of you opposing the President, with your friends and classmates dying daily in a war you disapprove of, with your future being mortgaged to pay for rich old peoples' tax breaks, you somehow managed to sit on your asses and watch the Cartoon Network while aging homophobic hillbillies carried the day. You voted with the exact same anemic percentage that you did in 2000. You suck.
Seriously, y'do.
There are some who would say that I sound bitter, that now is the time for healing, to bring the nation together. Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I watched the returns come in with some friends. As the night progressed, people began to talk half-seriously about secession, a red state / blue state split. The reasoning was this: We in blue states produce the vast majority of the wealth in this country and pay the most taxes, and you in the red states receive the majority of the money from those taxes while complaining about 'em. We in the blue states are the only ones who've been attacked by foreign terrorists, yet you in the red states are gung ho to fight a war in our name. We in the blue states produce the entertainment that you consume so greedily each day, while you in the red states show open disdain for us and our values. Blue state civilians are the actual victims and targets of the war on terror, while red state civilians are the ones standing behind us and yelling "Oh, yeah!? Bring it on!"
More than 40% of you Bush voters still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. I'm impressed by that, truly I am. Your sons and daughters who might die in this war know it's not true, the people in the urban centers where al Qaeda wants to attack know it's not true, but those of you who are at practically no risk believe this easy lie because you can. As part of my concession speech, let me say that I really envy that luxury. I concede that.
Healing? We, the people at risk from terrorists, the people who subsidize you, the people who speak in glowing and respectful terms about the heartland of America while that heartland insults and excoriates us... we wanted some healing. We spoke loud and clear. And you refused to give it to us, largely because of your high moral values. You knew better: America doesn't need its allies, doesn't need to share the burden, doesn't need to unite the world, doesn't need to provide for its future. Hell no. Not when it's got a human shield of pointy-headed, atheistic, unconfrontational breadwinners who are willing to pay the bills and play nice in the vain hope of winning a vote that we can never have. Because we're "morally inferior," I suppose, we are supposed to respect your values while you insult ours. And the big joke here is that for 20 years, we've done just that. It's not a "ha-ha" funny joke, I realize, but it's a joke all the same.
As well as conceding the election today, I am also announcing my candidacy for president in 2008. And I make this pledge to you today: THIS time, next time, there will be no pandering. This time I will run with all the open and joking contempt for my opponents that our President demonstrated towards the cradle of liberty, the Ivy League intellectuals, the "media elite," and the "white-wine sippers." This time I will not pretend that the simple folk of America know just as much as the people who devote their lives to serving and studying the nation and the world. They don't.
So that's why I'm asking for your vote in 2008, America. I'm talking to you, you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade-school grads. Vote for me, because I know better, and I truly believe that I can help your smug, sorry asses.
Thank you, and may God, if he does in fact exist, bless each and every one of you."
DONATE!!!!
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Tuesday, November 09, 2004
just one of those days
when you are mentally ill and you are out in public, it's kind of like you are the walking dead; you are trying so hard not to be noticed, for no one to see that look on your face -- the look that shows you are being crushed from the inside out. but after a while of trying so hard not to be noticed, you honestly believe that you might be invisible; you begin to wonder: if i spoke, would i make any sound at all?
it's horrible having a job on days like these -- i suppose it's better for someone like me to be occupied rather than alone all day long, but it's pretty excruciating just sitting at a desk, literally counting down the hours until you can be back in the car and on the way home. i'm not kidding about the counting down, either -- i mark down the hours on a notepad on my desk starting at five hours...then it feels pretty good to just cross off each hour as it passes. or maybe it stretches out the day. i haven't completely decided yet. i'll keep you posted.
i'm now seeing proof that, no matter how pretty you may be, you can still be horribly stupid. what show can offer that? why, it's none other than Bravo's own Manhunt! these male models are not bright...and their model dates are actually just bitchy -- probably because none of them eat, they just chain smoke and say things like "no! i'm so fat! i won't eat another bite of sushi!"
then the girls take turns humoring the girl..."oh, you are not! you are sooo pretty! shut up! just eat!"
i suddenly feel a great deal better about myself.
this weekend i will be shopping for pants with the sister meg. it's time for a trip to ye olde navy for some clothings that has been assembled by people in a third-world country for poverty wages. i know, it's horrible that i shop there. however in this country we live in, i earn poverty wages, so there's my excuse. i can now sleep at night.
and i keep watching this effing show. and the boys -- although they look like they would be models and in magazine ads and are pretty in that sort of model way, none of them are interesting to look at -- a dime a dozen, really.
ooh! there is an "embedded model" in the group! sneaky bravo!
it's horrible having a job on days like these -- i suppose it's better for someone like me to be occupied rather than alone all day long, but it's pretty excruciating just sitting at a desk, literally counting down the hours until you can be back in the car and on the way home. i'm not kidding about the counting down, either -- i mark down the hours on a notepad on my desk starting at five hours...then it feels pretty good to just cross off each hour as it passes. or maybe it stretches out the day. i haven't completely decided yet. i'll keep you posted.
i'm now seeing proof that, no matter how pretty you may be, you can still be horribly stupid. what show can offer that? why, it's none other than Bravo's own Manhunt! these male models are not bright...and their model dates are actually just bitchy -- probably because none of them eat, they just chain smoke and say things like "no! i'm so fat! i won't eat another bite of sushi!"
then the girls take turns humoring the girl..."oh, you are not! you are sooo pretty! shut up! just eat!"
i suddenly feel a great deal better about myself.
this weekend i will be shopping for pants with the sister meg. it's time for a trip to ye olde navy for some clothings that has been assembled by people in a third-world country for poverty wages. i know, it's horrible that i shop there. however in this country we live in, i earn poverty wages, so there's my excuse. i can now sleep at night.
and i keep watching this effing show. and the boys -- although they look like they would be models and in magazine ads and are pretty in that sort of model way, none of them are interesting to look at -- a dime a dozen, really.
ooh! there is an "embedded model" in the group! sneaky bravo!
lunchtime blog
today's laundry list of complaints (b/c i'm in a foul mood)
- my lunch: ramen noodle co. went the wrong way with their chili-lime concoction. and, it stained my shirt.
- my turtleneck: feels too constricting on every damn part of me.
- my jeans/belt: not enough belt loops to keep belt where it needs to be; the pants still sink and the belt stays on my waist -- it's just not right. but to go without a belt would be a damn guarantee of pant sinkage.
- my commute to work: soul-sucking.
- my brain -- it just won't function properly-- i don't even mean function at peak performance, i just mean not feel all crazy and stuff.
- my computer at work: a pc running windows 98 that crashes during photoshop and pagemaker.
- pagemaker: the simple fact that this program is still in use. it almost makes me wish for quark. not quark 6, but quark 4. quark 6 is evil.
- my lunch break: it's now 1 p.m. and my break is over.
shite.
- my lunch: ramen noodle co. went the wrong way with their chili-lime concoction. and, it stained my shirt.
- my turtleneck: feels too constricting on every damn part of me.
- my jeans/belt: not enough belt loops to keep belt where it needs to be; the pants still sink and the belt stays on my waist -- it's just not right. but to go without a belt would be a damn guarantee of pant sinkage.
- my commute to work: soul-sucking.
- my brain -- it just won't function properly-- i don't even mean function at peak performance, i just mean not feel all crazy and stuff.
- my computer at work: a pc running windows 98 that crashes during photoshop and pagemaker.
- pagemaker: the simple fact that this program is still in use. it almost makes me wish for quark. not quark 6, but quark 4. quark 6 is evil.
- my lunch break: it's now 1 p.m. and my break is over.
shite.
Monday, November 08, 2004
snazzy titles!!!
Operation Phantom Fury?
You are fucking kidding me....i just, i mean, i don't even know how to respond to that! do they think them up solely to entertain those responsible for making news graphics? jeez.....
happy birthday to mr. terry walker today, he's now hit the magic 30 -- six months and one day left for me....
You are fucking kidding me....i just, i mean, i don't even know how to respond to that! do they think them up solely to entertain those responsible for making news graphics? jeez.....
happy birthday to mr. terry walker today, he's now hit the magic 30 -- six months and one day left for me....
Saturday, November 06, 2004
sucked into TLC
i'm watching the show "while you were out" because i feel a little brain dead. it's a celebrity episode starring shannon elizabeth. and the host is gushing like a schoolboy around her -- it's pretty embarassing. and she's kind of bossy and picky and whiny.
okay, this host is pretty shameless..."i'm at shannon elizabeth's house!" nice. i hope she realizes that the host has masturbatory fantasies about her.
tonight the young mister walker will be having a birthday-type event at a nearby bowling alley (go Sun Ray Lanes!!!) -- he'll be 30 on the 8th of this month -- so we'll be showing our "stuff" on the lanes tonight. maybe terry will take pity on my poor skills and put in those gutter bumpers that they use for little kids.
okay, this host is pretty shameless..."i'm at shannon elizabeth's house!" nice. i hope she realizes that the host has masturbatory fantasies about her.
tonight the young mister walker will be having a birthday-type event at a nearby bowling alley (go Sun Ray Lanes!!!) -- he'll be 30 on the 8th of this month -- so we'll be showing our "stuff" on the lanes tonight. maybe terry will take pity on my poor skills and put in those gutter bumpers that they use for little kids.
crapola.
yeah, i have a feeling we'll be hearing about more cases of THIS in the coming days.
oh, i'll bet it's just that darn "liberal" media trying to undermine the will of the people! the people have spoken (sometimes, thanks to Diebold, more than once)! bush earned capital! he intends to spend that capital!
craaaaaaap!
it's an early saturday morning here in the larson/hansen/geffre household. the abster is up and playing with her barbies. still trying to understand why that necessitates ME being up, but that's the funny thing about kids: they like you with them.
oh, i'll bet it's just that darn "liberal" media trying to undermine the will of the people! the people have spoken (sometimes, thanks to Diebold, more than once)! bush earned capital! he intends to spend that capital!
craaaaaaap!
it's an early saturday morning here in the larson/hansen/geffre household. the abster is up and playing with her barbies. still trying to understand why that necessitates ME being up, but that's the funny thing about kids: they like you with them.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
and a props goes out to...
chris for this handy-dandy little link, just in case you are feeling really rough about the election.
i might throw up a little.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
and still waiting....
ohio!!!! come on!!!!! for f**ks sake!!!!! get it moving for kerry!!!!!
i should not be watching this. ugh. i have the sneaking suspicion that if, god forbid, bush wins, the people will take to the streets... if bush thought he had a hard first inaugural trek to the white house, imagine what will happen if he tries again...
and it was a little disheartening seeing jon stewart look so dismayed -- makes me wish i had purchased tequila. however kerry did just win pennsylvania, so that's good. please, please bring it, ohio!!!!! and wisconsin??? you're a damn party state...how much more liberal can you get???
i should not be watching this. ugh. i have the sneaking suspicion that if, god forbid, bush wins, the people will take to the streets... if bush thought he had a hard first inaugural trek to the white house, imagine what will happen if he tries again...
and it was a little disheartening seeing jon stewart look so dismayed -- makes me wish i had purchased tequila. however kerry did just win pennsylvania, so that's good. please, please bring it, ohio!!!!! and wisconsin??? you're a damn party state...how much more liberal can you get???
and we wait...
we are watching the daily show's "prelude to a recount" and enjoying jon stewart a great deal. now we're waiting on the swing states and by god, i'm still excited and cautiously optimistic but nervous... al sharpton has the best zingers i've ever seen!
to be continued........
to be continued........
Monday, November 01, 2004
TOMORROW IS THE DAY....
the george w. bush will start stealing the good silver and stationery from the white house.
and this is a feel-good thing to look at....
http://www.electoral-vote.com/
i'm watching the last kerry campaign rally wrap up in cleveland -- i've recently become hook on c-span -- and i'm pretty excited and fairly optimistic -- and i don't think i'm naively optimistic, either. i did, however, get a pre-recorded phone call from the folks at the Republican National Committee that blatantly came out and said the following:
"The Bush Campaign has promised that there would not be a draft. Have the Democrats promised that? Maybe that's their secret plan. What are the Democrats hiding? Vote Bush for President on Tuesday, Nov. 2."
gross! ick! crap!
wow...john kerry is getting a little bit mobbed by his adoring fans. damn, that's got to be exhausting.
a really crappy day at work -- i wasn't really trained or walked through on any of the stuff that i'm doing, so now i've put together my fourth publication -- the first being 60 pages, the second being 6 pages, the third being 40 pages -- and this one is 144 pages. it's jam packed with ads (about 60 percent ads, 40 percent edit) and there have been changes all the way through the process. today i get it back from the higher ups and there are more layout changes that i understand need to be made but, at the same time, i'm frustrated b/c my editor (she's lovely, but i'm stressed out) is giving me the impression that i should know more about their process than i actually do. so for the last two hours of my day i felt like the worst employee in the universe. that's frustrating. all in all, the changes have been made and it won't be much longer before it's etched in stone, but it's still frustrating seeing the proofs come back to me with little sticky notes on each page that needs changes...and it's literally a sea of yellow sticky notes. nearly done, but frustrating none the less. one of those "i'm not good at anything...not even my damn job" kinds of days.
now here comes the part of c-span coverage that callers on all sides phone in and give their opinion. i just don't get bush supporters. i just don't get it. is there something that i'm missing?
here's one caller's thoughts:
"unemployment is the lowest in 30 years."
that same lunatic just began describing the process of partial-birth abortion and the host cut him off! nice work, c-span man! i like the expression the host has on his face when he's got his finger on the "cut the lunatic caller's line" button.
updates on my weirdo dreams:
this is actually the second time i've dreamt about this... i'm visiting my sister at the u of m and we're in a big dorm/apartment building and at night we have to hide things we don't want stolen by some big military-type group who comes in whenever they want. we all have to travel by bus and the bus keeps driving down steep stairs that are at 90 degree angles and it feels like we'll fall forward so we all have to lean way back to keep the bus from falling over.
so that's the second "living in a police state" dream i've had. gee, what's on my mind?
i'll be going to the polls at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning in an effort to beat the rush, so we'll see how that works out. i have a lot of work to do at the office but i kind of hope it's a long, long, long line.
jon stewart is a damn genius. a DAMN GENIUS!!! DO YOU HEAR ME????? if you haven't seen tonight's daily show, download it (legally, of course!) or watch it at midnight. really. do it.
and this is a feel-good thing to look at....
http://www.electoral-vote.com/
i'm watching the last kerry campaign rally wrap up in cleveland -- i've recently become hook on c-span -- and i'm pretty excited and fairly optimistic -- and i don't think i'm naively optimistic, either. i did, however, get a pre-recorded phone call from the folks at the Republican National Committee that blatantly came out and said the following:
"The Bush Campaign has promised that there would not be a draft. Have the Democrats promised that? Maybe that's their secret plan. What are the Democrats hiding? Vote Bush for President on Tuesday, Nov. 2."
gross! ick! crap!
wow...john kerry is getting a little bit mobbed by his adoring fans. damn, that's got to be exhausting.
a really crappy day at work -- i wasn't really trained or walked through on any of the stuff that i'm doing, so now i've put together my fourth publication -- the first being 60 pages, the second being 6 pages, the third being 40 pages -- and this one is 144 pages. it's jam packed with ads (about 60 percent ads, 40 percent edit) and there have been changes all the way through the process. today i get it back from the higher ups and there are more layout changes that i understand need to be made but, at the same time, i'm frustrated b/c my editor (she's lovely, but i'm stressed out) is giving me the impression that i should know more about their process than i actually do. so for the last two hours of my day i felt like the worst employee in the universe. that's frustrating. all in all, the changes have been made and it won't be much longer before it's etched in stone, but it's still frustrating seeing the proofs come back to me with little sticky notes on each page that needs changes...and it's literally a sea of yellow sticky notes. nearly done, but frustrating none the less. one of those "i'm not good at anything...not even my damn job" kinds of days.
now here comes the part of c-span coverage that callers on all sides phone in and give their opinion. i just don't get bush supporters. i just don't get it. is there something that i'm missing?
here's one caller's thoughts:
"unemployment is the lowest in 30 years."
that same lunatic just began describing the process of partial-birth abortion and the host cut him off! nice work, c-span man! i like the expression the host has on his face when he's got his finger on the "cut the lunatic caller's line" button.
updates on my weirdo dreams:
this is actually the second time i've dreamt about this... i'm visiting my sister at the u of m and we're in a big dorm/apartment building and at night we have to hide things we don't want stolen by some big military-type group who comes in whenever they want. we all have to travel by bus and the bus keeps driving down steep stairs that are at 90 degree angles and it feels like we'll fall forward so we all have to lean way back to keep the bus from falling over.
so that's the second "living in a police state" dream i've had. gee, what's on my mind?
i'll be going to the polls at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning in an effort to beat the rush, so we'll see how that works out. i have a lot of work to do at the office but i kind of hope it's a long, long, long line.
jon stewart is a damn genius. a DAMN GENIUS!!! DO YOU HEAR ME????? if you haven't seen tonight's daily show, download it (legally, of course!) or watch it at midnight. really. do it.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
how much spent?
how much has your own state spent on the war in iraq?
visit HERE to find out.
i see a cool $3.4 billion from minnesota.....
visit HERE to find out.
i see a cool $3.4 billion from minnesota.....
when a girl gets bored...
when a girl gets bored...
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
she will use a bleaching kit to take the black out of her hair. then she'll decide she likes the change. lighter hair: kari tested, sibling approved.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
why am i watching this?
i've stumbled across the E channel and the Anna Nicole Smith show. no matter what you think of her, no matter what you think of those horrible trim spa commercials and endorsements -- holy crap, she's tiny now... i mean...holy crap. does this mean that trim spa actually works? anna nicole, if you are reading this, give me the story on this: does trim spa really work (you are traveling in the Trim Spa bus, after all), or are you barfing every meal?
maybe high fright, i said.
lowfright6
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
another "low fright" image at the haunted house...pretty sure this is what nightmares are made of.
maybe medium fright, abbey said.
lowfright4
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
so the carnival had a haunted house and they offered a "low fright" version of it, meaning they left the lights on and no one was grabbing at your from behind curtains. but some of the imagery was a bit disturbing, even when well-lit...
carnival fun
momabbeycarnival
Originally uploaded by kllnin.
abbey and i at a halloween carnival in cottage grove. she's dressed up as a witch (sans hat) and i'm dressed up as someone who needs to get more sleep.
an early morning
the child woke up with the coughs at 4 a.m. she stayed up, i stayed up. so tired it is actually causing me physical pain. will be working at the kerry/edwards phone bank tomorrow from 2 to 5, which kicks ass b/c i'll have a chance to meet and/or chat with elizabeth edwards -- could be interesting. i become oddly starstruck with people who are not technically "stars" (depending on your definition, i suppose) and i have the tendency to either come down with verbal diaharrea (did i spell that right? i'm not in the habit of spelling that, i guess) and speak nonstop or go to the other extreme and lose all communication abilities. or maybe i'll tell her that i nominated her husband for Boyfriend of the Week on an alternate blog that i do with a young miss kara luger (K Rawk) -- it's seldom updated b/c i've not time to do too many things in a day, but you can check it out at www.karakari.blogspot.com.
http://music.netscape.com/ns/music/popquiz/popstar.jsp?varN=1&score=0
click and find out what pop star you are. it told me i was jessica simpson. i'm not quite sure how to handle that, so i think the best course of action would be whiskey.
for some reason i can't find the link button on this screen, which explains why i'm pasting in links. i'm using Safari for my internet and i think some bugs are still apparent. anyone else have this problem with Safari and Blogger?
i have a tornado dream about once a week. in the dream i'm in the community room at the apartment complex my grandparents lived in and the walls are made out of glass and there is a tornado outside in every direction, and i'm always taking cover but i'm not really scared, i'm just amazed that no one else is taking cover under a table like i am.
anyone analyze dreams?
i also have dreams that i'm losing my teeth. the dreams involve me having a mouthful of teeth that have fallen out of place, have crumbled or have just become very loose. in the dream i keep biting down, trying to keep them in the same spots but it's completely in vain.
am watching a W rally on C-Span. he's in new hampshire and i'm more interested in how his wife watches what he says and does. according the W, the oval office is a shrine to democracy...walking in there can be awe-inspiring. i now have an image of W, going to work every day (or really, once a week or so) and always having the same dumb, awe-inspired look on his manchild face.
still watching laura's expression -- she has her arms folded on her lap and she is stoking her right forearm with her left hand. is she in pain? does she suffer from the heartbreak of eczema? she really loves him and he adores her. but he would be a much better neighbor down the block who owned a hardware store and would let you run a tab. but no, he's the "war prezdent."
okay, so i saw john edwards speak and he had neither a podium nor a written speech. and i don't recall seeing any kerry footage of a podium and a written speech. yet here is manchild bush with both podium and a speech he's reading. do kerry and edwards memorize, or are they just functional people who can think spontaneously while spontaneous words from bush are just embarassing?
paul (joe@joe-mammy.com) mentioned on his blog that he doesn't think the world has changed, but that we are seeing a little bit more of how things work. i don't know one way or the other, but i think the real point is that if the world has always been this corrupt, i'm glad we're taking notice. just b/c it's always been this way doesn't mean it needs to stay this way.
okay, bush was just caught off guard from a prematurely exploding confetti cannon. funny.
"my determination is wrong -- strong, my determination is strong." nice freudian slip, george. however the carefully screened crowd would never take issue with that.
so i've seen "veterans for kerry" and "women for kerry" signs, but this is the first time i've seen "doctors for bush" on a sign. and bush just hugged a small child dressed up as an elephant. and i'm sure he's a great babysitter. i know how much he enjoyed listening to kids read "my pet goat" on 9/11. which, by the way, osama, in the newly-released video, notes, making reference to bush sitting in the classroom and doing nothing, giving extra time for the destruction to occur. according to the video, the terrorists were planning on a 20 minute attack, b/c they thought there would be military action before too long. nope, not in our country! we'll tell them to stand down and wait it out. we'll sit in a classroom and look panicked while a situation goes from bad to worse.
i think that's my rant.
okay, one final thought to close out the world's longest blog entry: kerry has taken to saying that he's got our back. and i think i'm perfectly okay with that.
http://music.netscape.com/ns/music/popquiz/popstar.jsp?varN=1&score=0
click and find out what pop star you are. it told me i was jessica simpson. i'm not quite sure how to handle that, so i think the best course of action would be whiskey.
for some reason i can't find the link button on this screen, which explains why i'm pasting in links. i'm using Safari for my internet and i think some bugs are still apparent. anyone else have this problem with Safari and Blogger?
i have a tornado dream about once a week. in the dream i'm in the community room at the apartment complex my grandparents lived in and the walls are made out of glass and there is a tornado outside in every direction, and i'm always taking cover but i'm not really scared, i'm just amazed that no one else is taking cover under a table like i am.
anyone analyze dreams?
i also have dreams that i'm losing my teeth. the dreams involve me having a mouthful of teeth that have fallen out of place, have crumbled or have just become very loose. in the dream i keep biting down, trying to keep them in the same spots but it's completely in vain.
am watching a W rally on C-Span. he's in new hampshire and i'm more interested in how his wife watches what he says and does. according the W, the oval office is a shrine to democracy...walking in there can be awe-inspiring. i now have an image of W, going to work every day (or really, once a week or so) and always having the same dumb, awe-inspired look on his manchild face.
still watching laura's expression -- she has her arms folded on her lap and she is stoking her right forearm with her left hand. is she in pain? does she suffer from the heartbreak of eczema? she really loves him and he adores her. but he would be a much better neighbor down the block who owned a hardware store and would let you run a tab. but no, he's the "war prezdent."
okay, so i saw john edwards speak and he had neither a podium nor a written speech. and i don't recall seeing any kerry footage of a podium and a written speech. yet here is manchild bush with both podium and a speech he's reading. do kerry and edwards memorize, or are they just functional people who can think spontaneously while spontaneous words from bush are just embarassing?
paul (joe@joe-mammy.com) mentioned on his blog that he doesn't think the world has changed, but that we are seeing a little bit more of how things work. i don't know one way or the other, but i think the real point is that if the world has always been this corrupt, i'm glad we're taking notice. just b/c it's always been this way doesn't mean it needs to stay this way.
okay, bush was just caught off guard from a prematurely exploding confetti cannon. funny.
"my determination is wrong -- strong, my determination is strong." nice freudian slip, george. however the carefully screened crowd would never take issue with that.
so i've seen "veterans for kerry" and "women for kerry" signs, but this is the first time i've seen "doctors for bush" on a sign. and bush just hugged a small child dressed up as an elephant. and i'm sure he's a great babysitter. i know how much he enjoyed listening to kids read "my pet goat" on 9/11. which, by the way, osama, in the newly-released video, notes, making reference to bush sitting in the classroom and doing nothing, giving extra time for the destruction to occur. according to the video, the terrorists were planning on a 20 minute attack, b/c they thought there would be military action before too long. nope, not in our country! we'll tell them to stand down and wait it out. we'll sit in a classroom and look panicked while a situation goes from bad to worse.
i think that's my rant.
okay, one final thought to close out the world's longest blog entry: kerry has taken to saying that he's got our back. and i think i'm perfectly okay with that.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
an update
....and she's still awake...... it may be a long night. she has a little pretend knitting kit. i told her i'd ground her if i saw her doing anything besides sleeping. she came into my room, knitting in hand and here is the conversation:
"mom, i'm only knitting because i'm bored."
she was bored. NOT SLEEPING. bored. if i'm bored the first damn thing i want to do is sleep; when i was 8 i don't think i'd ever consider sleeping a good thing, however hindsight is 20/20 and if i knew then what i knew now...let's just say that i would never have fought to stay up and watch Cagney and Lacy all those nights.
and she's STILL ROAMING AROUND. damn.
"mom, i'm only knitting because i'm bored."
she was bored. NOT SLEEPING. bored. if i'm bored the first damn thing i want to do is sleep; when i was 8 i don't think i'd ever consider sleeping a good thing, however hindsight is 20/20 and if i knew then what i knew now...let's just say that i would never have fought to stay up and watch Cagney and Lacy all those nights.
and she's STILL ROAMING AROUND. damn.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
a baby boy!
my sister amy had a baby boy on the early morning of oct. 26 -- a wee lad named Jack! hurrah! watch for a picture or two posted of the boy...
Monday, October 25, 2004
hairy food, ibooks and more
ibooks are pretty. especially when they are yours.
hairy food is bad, but not as bad when the hair is yours.
my sad cheese sandwich fell prey to my locks. i found the hair whilst eating. the thought of it makes me want to purge. have since tossed sandwich into the garbage and will be sustained only by a small bag of doritos, an apple and a can of coke. and maybe a can of a&w. and cigarettes. wow, when i look at it that way, i really have it made!
my older sister is at the hospital today, enjoying the fruits of her labor. wait. no, she's just IN LABOR. so the fourth marble/larson child will be among us soon. and for those of you in the twin cities metro area, i'm chewing on the idea of having people over on election night to either share in the victory or weep in the face of defeat. or drink in the face of defeat. wait, we could drink either way. anyhow, email me for directions, info, etc.
it's now time for the cigaratte, and then i shall follow that with the EXCITING production of The Georgia Peace Officers Magazine.
hairy food is bad, but not as bad when the hair is yours.
my sad cheese sandwich fell prey to my locks. i found the hair whilst eating. the thought of it makes me want to purge. have since tossed sandwich into the garbage and will be sustained only by a small bag of doritos, an apple and a can of coke. and maybe a can of a&w. and cigarettes. wow, when i look at it that way, i really have it made!
my older sister is at the hospital today, enjoying the fruits of her labor. wait. no, she's just IN LABOR. so the fourth marble/larson child will be among us soon. and for those of you in the twin cities metro area, i'm chewing on the idea of having people over on election night to either share in the victory or weep in the face of defeat. or drink in the face of defeat. wait, we could drink either way. anyhow, email me for directions, info, etc.
it's now time for the cigaratte, and then i shall follow that with the EXCITING production of The Georgia Peace Officers Magazine.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
another 1 a.m. post
an al pacino movie is on -- not entirely sure what it is. mr. terry walker came over this evening and we took in a couple episodes of "scariest places on earth." all in all some decent creepy fun with narration courtesy of the psychic lady from the poltergeist movies and hosted by none other than Linda "Split Pea Soup Vomit" Blair. Nice...
on a really crappy note, i have to send this blasted laptop back AGAIN! that's right! return #4, original problem of the adapter not staying plugged in. i move slightly, it drops right out. i'm horribly irritated.
should condi rice really be making speeches? she's so horrible. i can't imagine waking up every day and being condi rice -- living a life of total fabrication, secrecy and hypocrisy. no more fox news tonight. onto animal planet.
so...my plans for halloween-inspired movies to watch (and feel free to chime in any suggestions):
1. Halloween
2. Halloween H20
3. Evil Dead Trilogy (or, at the very least,Dead 2 w/commentary)
4. Nightmare on Elm Street
6. Dawn of the Dead (original and remake)
any other suggestions?
oh! my older sister is about to have a fourth babyyyyy! she'll be going in on monday a.m. to have labor induced, so i'll be staying out in eagan tomorrow night and possibly some of monday -- help out with the other wee tots, pace the floor expectantly, things like that. crap..i need to sleep.
on a really crappy note, i have to send this blasted laptop back AGAIN! that's right! return #4, original problem of the adapter not staying plugged in. i move slightly, it drops right out. i'm horribly irritated.
should condi rice really be making speeches? she's so horrible. i can't imagine waking up every day and being condi rice -- living a life of total fabrication, secrecy and hypocrisy. no more fox news tonight. onto animal planet.
so...my plans for halloween-inspired movies to watch (and feel free to chime in any suggestions):
1. Halloween
2. Halloween H20
3. Evil Dead Trilogy (or, at the very least,Dead 2 w/commentary)
4. Nightmare on Elm Street
6. Dawn of the Dead (original and remake)
any other suggestions?
oh! my older sister is about to have a fourth babyyyyy! she'll be going in on monday a.m. to have labor induced, so i'll be staying out in eagan tomorrow night and possibly some of monday -- help out with the other wee tots, pace the floor expectantly, things like that. crap..i need to sleep.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Thursday, October 21, 2004
joke of the day
Props to Al Franken for this goody:
What's the difference between Vietnam and Iraq?
Bush had a plan to get out of Vietnam.
(ba-dum-bump!)
What's the difference between Vietnam and Iraq?
Bush had a plan to get out of Vietnam.
(ba-dum-bump!)
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
FINALLY!
if you look closely at the time you will see that i am not blogging during a lunch hour which can mean only one thing.....MY LAPTOP IS FINALLY FREAKING BACK AND REPAIRED. i think. time will tell. but that took WAY too fucking long.
and now i'm doing abbey-related things, but i shall blog again later. because i can from the comfort of a chair. hurrah!
and now i'm doing abbey-related things, but i shall blog again later. because i can from the comfort of a chair. hurrah!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
f**king emachines...
still w/out laptop, so the blogs are few and far between. but watch THIS immediately, and props to c.george for the link.
and after that, try to watch the opening part of monday night's Daily Show w/Jon Stewart. it's a gooden.
we have also acquired "going upriver," the documentary about john kerry, so if anyone would like to see it lemme know... we're trying to spread it around to anyone who might be "indecided" at this point.
more blogging later...
and after that, try to watch the opening part of monday night's Daily Show w/Jon Stewart. it's a gooden.
we have also acquired "going upriver," the documentary about john kerry, so if anyone would like to see it lemme know... we're trying to spread it around to anyone who might be "indecided" at this point.
more blogging later...
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
unwell
at home today. sleep, medicate, repeat. watched a few daily shows online that i missed, most notable, the bill o'reilly episode -- a good watch and when o'reilly is off of his creepy Fox news highhorse, it's somewhat entertaining. saw john edwards on sunday in maple grove and it was a nice little boost of "maybe we won't be on our way to hell in a handbasket after all" feeling. the music before the rally was great, highlighted by twisted sister's "we're not gonna take it." and now i hope that song is stuck in your head the way it's been stuck in mine for two days.
hope to be feeling better soon -- would like to go into work today, as being at home right now feels too much like the spell of unemployment did. except i know that tomorrow i have someplace to go with things to do, and before i could only look forward to another day of "well, guess i'll look on monster.com in vain again."
i miss my laptop. down with emachines! i got it back after my second repair attempt to find that no, they did not fix what needed fixing, but they charged the battery. which has since been used up. so this time, while awaiting a shipping box from them, i sticky-taped a few arrows pointing to the problem and wrote a note stating the EXACT problem. and if this one doesn't work, on the THIRD attempt, i shall revolt. revolt in a manner of "SEND ME A DIFFERENT LAPTOP THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO SELL AND USE THE PROCEEDS TO BUY A MAC, PLEASE."
(i was so spirited that i used all caps. now you know i'm serious.)
maybe the emachines people will read this and see the error of their ways. maybe they will think, "hmm...she may never buy one again. she will tell all of her friends not to buy one. maybe we should rethink our repair work."
however b/c i've been calling them so oft, one of their little survey callers called yesterday and asked me to rate the repair service, the time on hold, and what i thought of the product. i was more than happy to share with her that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER buying an emachine ever again and that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER recommending one to a friend. EVER.
anyone got a mac laptop to sell?
here are some quotes i've heard over the past few days:
"I might kills you for a sandwich."
-dustin, while we waited in a very, very long line to see john edwards on sunday.
"Some look at a glass and see it as half full while others look at a glass and say... it's a dragon."
-the daily show's jon stewart in response to the bush administration's statement that the Duhlfer (sp?) report actually JUSTIFIED the war in Iraq.
"Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYN's aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country." --George W. Bush, Sept. 6, 2004, Poplar Bluff, Mo.
"I didn't join the International Criminal Court because I don't want to put our troops in the hands of prosecutors from other nations. Look, if somebody has done some wrong in our military, we'll take care of it. We got plenty of capability of dealing with justice." -- George W. Bush, Niceville, Fla., Aug. 10, 2004
(and i'm noticing most of these are from W. hmmm....but here is another:)
"As you know, these are open forums, you're able to come and listen to what I have to say." --George W. Bush, 10.28.03.
(UNLESS YOU ARE WEARING A KERRY PIN OR WON'T SIGN THE LOYALTY OATH. THEN YOU ARE JUST SCREWED.)
and now i must sleep, medicate, repeat.
hope to be feeling better soon -- would like to go into work today, as being at home right now feels too much like the spell of unemployment did. except i know that tomorrow i have someplace to go with things to do, and before i could only look forward to another day of "well, guess i'll look on monster.com in vain again."
i miss my laptop. down with emachines! i got it back after my second repair attempt to find that no, they did not fix what needed fixing, but they charged the battery. which has since been used up. so this time, while awaiting a shipping box from them, i sticky-taped a few arrows pointing to the problem and wrote a note stating the EXACT problem. and if this one doesn't work, on the THIRD attempt, i shall revolt. revolt in a manner of "SEND ME A DIFFERENT LAPTOP THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO SELL AND USE THE PROCEEDS TO BUY A MAC, PLEASE."
(i was so spirited that i used all caps. now you know i'm serious.)
maybe the emachines people will read this and see the error of their ways. maybe they will think, "hmm...she may never buy one again. she will tell all of her friends not to buy one. maybe we should rethink our repair work."
however b/c i've been calling them so oft, one of their little survey callers called yesterday and asked me to rate the repair service, the time on hold, and what i thought of the product. i was more than happy to share with her that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER buying an emachine ever again and that no, there was little or no chance of me EVER recommending one to a friend. EVER.
anyone got a mac laptop to sell?
here are some quotes i've heard over the past few days:
"I might kills you for a sandwich."
-dustin, while we waited in a very, very long line to see john edwards on sunday.
"Some look at a glass and see it as half full while others look at a glass and say... it's a dragon."
-the daily show's jon stewart in response to the bush administration's statement that the Duhlfer (sp?) report actually JUSTIFIED the war in Iraq.
"Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYN's aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country." --George W. Bush, Sept. 6, 2004, Poplar Bluff, Mo.
"I didn't join the International Criminal Court because I don't want to put our troops in the hands of prosecutors from other nations. Look, if somebody has done some wrong in our military, we'll take care of it. We got plenty of capability of dealing with justice." -- George W. Bush, Niceville, Fla., Aug. 10, 2004
(and i'm noticing most of these are from W. hmmm....but here is another:)
"As you know, these are open forums, you're able to come and listen to what I have to say." --George W. Bush, 10.28.03.
(UNLESS YOU ARE WEARING A KERRY PIN OR WON'T SIGN THE LOYALTY OATH. THEN YOU ARE JUST SCREWED.)
and now i must sleep, medicate, repeat.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Lonestar Iconoclast
Okay, so the Crawford, TX newspaper, the Iconoclast, has endorsed Kerry and the backlash has come in the tune of this 900+ circulation newspaper to lose over 50 percent of their subscriptions... this is detrimental to the survival of this newspaper so i'm urging everyone to subscribe to this paper... read the EDITORIAL in question and if you want to help save the Bush hometown paper that is going against the grain, check out their site at www.iconoclast-texas.com. It's 45 clams a year to subscribe and it's a small town paper fighting the good fight with a clean conscience.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
October Surprise, anyone?
Kerry is leading in the polls... ALL the proof is officially in that there was no WMD reason to go to Iraq....and now a new warning.... gosh, who saw that coming?
What are your guesses for an October surprise?
What are your guesses for an October surprise?
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
what's that, dick cheney?
you said to check the www.factcheck.com site for truth about Halliburton? okay....i'll check that site.....
HOLY CRAPOLA!!!
visit www.factcheck.com immediately!!!!
HOLY CRAPOLA!!!
visit www.factcheck.com immediately!!!!
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
creamy chicken ramen...
...was my lunch today. a pleasant ramen surprise. i'm listening happily to the Al Franken Show on Air America -- his show is on tour and today is in mpls. and freakin' MICHAEL STIPE will be on shortly. i think. hopefully i didn't miss it.
i'm really sick of the medication. really sick of being tired but it is working and i guess it's a bit of a trade off -- sanity for physical energy. as long as i have the energy to blog, isn't that what matters?
have to get ye olde knee checked out-- officially noting that i am, in fact, getting older. if i have to make a noise in order to walk downstairs (i.e., "eek!" or "aah!"), might be time to see a medic.
MEDIC!
where do you think gwbush will be working in january? will halliburton hire him as a "thank you" for all the work received? i'm getting more and more confident that he will NOT be re-elected. al franken gives some really nice "rallying the troops" kind of speeches that are a mixture of howard dean's kick ass barbaric yalp and paul wellstone's wondrous rants. it's nice to hear.
so i went to planned parenthood to pick up some pills. and, for the record, whenever i go to ANY doctor's appt., i cover my scarred little forearms -- it's just wise. but on this occasion i had to tell them other medication i am on and what it's for. well you think there's a social stigma against anti-depressants? try mumbling out the word "anti-psychotic" in a nonchalant manner -- and then wait for the repercussion of that. wait for the nurse to start speaking more slowly for some reason. wait for her to start speaking in a louder voice, for her to act as though, at any given moment, you'll start lashing out with your fist b/c, after all, you must be psychotic to take an anti-psychotic. so that really was depressing. and, in my usual borderline manner, i went in there a supporter of planned parenthood and i came out vowing never to go back to that clinic. nuts.
i'm cutting down on smoking -- only one half a cig on monday, one today (thus far) and we'll see how that goes.
i'm really sick of the medication. really sick of being tired but it is working and i guess it's a bit of a trade off -- sanity for physical energy. as long as i have the energy to blog, isn't that what matters?
have to get ye olde knee checked out-- officially noting that i am, in fact, getting older. if i have to make a noise in order to walk downstairs (i.e., "eek!" or "aah!"), might be time to see a medic.
MEDIC!
where do you think gwbush will be working in january? will halliburton hire him as a "thank you" for all the work received? i'm getting more and more confident that he will NOT be re-elected. al franken gives some really nice "rallying the troops" kind of speeches that are a mixture of howard dean's kick ass barbaric yalp and paul wellstone's wondrous rants. it's nice to hear.
so i went to planned parenthood to pick up some pills. and, for the record, whenever i go to ANY doctor's appt., i cover my scarred little forearms -- it's just wise. but on this occasion i had to tell them other medication i am on and what it's for. well you think there's a social stigma against anti-depressants? try mumbling out the word "anti-psychotic" in a nonchalant manner -- and then wait for the repercussion of that. wait for the nurse to start speaking more slowly for some reason. wait for her to start speaking in a louder voice, for her to act as though, at any given moment, you'll start lashing out with your fist b/c, after all, you must be psychotic to take an anti-psychotic. so that really was depressing. and, in my usual borderline manner, i went in there a supporter of planned parenthood and i came out vowing never to go back to that clinic. nuts.
i'm cutting down on smoking -- only one half a cig on monday, one today (thus far) and we'll see how that goes.
Friday, October 01, 2004
Sweet, sweet Guardian!
I love this news source. And I like the tone of this article, why can't we have a Guardian here?
A good night overall!
check out Dustin's Blog, as it will pretty much sum up the debates and the overall reaction that he and i had. sadly at 5:08 a.m., i'm not very articulate. i fell asleep whilst putting the wee tot to bed and then woke up at a quarter to four, unable to sleep again. i showered, i shaved, i plucked my eyebrows (not all of them, just a few unruly rascals), i drank a yoplait breakfast smoothie that has since left a foul taste in my mouth, i checked some blog -- generally i've accomplished everything i needed to do before i leave for work in TWO HOURS. not enough time to sleep and be able to wake up alright, too much time to blog about stuff that doesn't really matter (eyebrows? smoothie?). what's a girl to do?
a girl is to watch RENO 911!
a girl is to watch RENO 911!
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
lunchtime blog
i've budgeted my time today in a manner that allows for lunchtime blogging...hurrah!
so i sit in my semi-cubicle (pictures to come tomorrow, possibly) whilst eating my microwave oatmeal (bananas and cream flavored -- the one abbey won't eat) and listening to a bit of the old liz phair on my headphones. very soon i'll have more bitchin' things to hang on my cube walls -- and any art submitted by anyone will gladly be displayed in an effort to liven up the old faux walls.
the upper dose of my meds is not so good on days that i have to leave the house by 7 a.m. not sure how that will play out.
i need to watch more Reno 911. anyone watch that? it's a delight.
tonight is dollar night at area cheap theaters, so i think we're (me, sarah, meg, etc.) will be taking part in the will ferrel phenomenon that is Anchorman. it's probably no good, but for a dollar, well, let's just say i've seen worse.
leaving the house can be so tricky sometimes. for instance, i really want to go to the movie tonight, but for some reason the whole idea of not just staying at home is excruciating. but that's b/c i have the crazies.
i still have 20 minutes in which to finish eating, write email to heidiarlene and smoke a cigarette nice.
maybe 45 minutes would be the perfect lunch break amount.
so i sit in my semi-cubicle (pictures to come tomorrow, possibly) whilst eating my microwave oatmeal (bananas and cream flavored -- the one abbey won't eat) and listening to a bit of the old liz phair on my headphones. very soon i'll have more bitchin' things to hang on my cube walls -- and any art submitted by anyone will gladly be displayed in an effort to liven up the old faux walls.
the upper dose of my meds is not so good on days that i have to leave the house by 7 a.m. not sure how that will play out.
i need to watch more Reno 911. anyone watch that? it's a delight.
tonight is dollar night at area cheap theaters, so i think we're (me, sarah, meg, etc.) will be taking part in the will ferrel phenomenon that is Anchorman. it's probably no good, but for a dollar, well, let's just say i've seen worse.
leaving the house can be so tricky sometimes. for instance, i really want to go to the movie tonight, but for some reason the whole idea of not just staying at home is excruciating. but that's b/c i have the crazies.
i still have 20 minutes in which to finish eating, write email to heidiarlene and smoke a cigarette nice.
maybe 45 minutes would be the perfect lunch break amount.
Monday, September 27, 2004
soooooo tired.
little things are happening to me in an effort to make my brain a little less...fragmented; last week i missed a turn on the interstate to go home -- TWICE. tonight i forgot to put conditioner in my hair after i lathered, rinsed and repeated. laugh you may, but now i have the heartache of forgetfulness, drowsiness, dizziness AND tangled hair. this sucks.
so i took the meds about an hour ago and the headache is beginning. and i'm drowsy and for some reason, i keep typing an L when trying to type an S. as though the ring fingers on my hands decided to pull an ol' switcheroo mid-word.
i really do love sleep. at night, when i need to. right now my process is take pills, get sleepy, become comatose, remain sleepy until noon (even though i work at 8), wake a little but still be yawning and drowsy until about 4 or 5, then i'm fully alert and very happy by 6 but then at 8 the process begins again. so from 6 to 9 i'm at my peak hours. three hours of the day, folks. week one is officially done, so hopefully i will become a little more used to this stuff by the end of week 2. and friday i see pj harvey, so all will be right again in the world.
until i listen to Air America some more, and then become more enraged/depressed/aware/disgruntled/determined.
so i took the meds about an hour ago and the headache is beginning. and i'm drowsy and for some reason, i keep typing an L when trying to type an S. as though the ring fingers on my hands decided to pull an ol' switcheroo mid-word.
i really do love sleep. at night, when i need to. right now my process is take pills, get sleepy, become comatose, remain sleepy until noon (even though i work at 8), wake a little but still be yawning and drowsy until about 4 or 5, then i'm fully alert and very happy by 6 but then at 8 the process begins again. so from 6 to 9 i'm at my peak hours. three hours of the day, folks. week one is officially done, so hopefully i will become a little more used to this stuff by the end of week 2. and friday i see pj harvey, so all will be right again in the world.
until i listen to Air America some more, and then become more enraged/depressed/aware/disgruntled/determined.
It's OFFICE BLOG from TYCO!
lunch breaks go way too fast. i opted for the 1/2 hour lunch option so that i can spend my free time commuting in the morning and the afternoon, but after eating, smoking and doing other misc. things i can't do on company time b/c i feel like a bastard (phone calls, lining up dr. appts., etc) i now have one minute to blog. i will be sending off the blasted emachine computer this evening, so hopefully my laptop and i will be reunited by this time next week.
and my minute is gone. shite.
and my minute is gone. shite.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
no news really is good news!
so the lack of updates on my new job in no way should lead one to think the job is crap: it is the absolute opposite of crap... non-crap! the hours are decent and abagail-friendly, the people are helpful but not overbearing and the deadlines are not horribly intense -- i enjoy my current gig! however hellacious the drive from st. paul to plymouth may be, a job is a job and a good job is even better.
my laptop, sadly is faring none too well -- the freakin' thingy that the thingamajig adapter for the power goes into in the back won't keep it in place, so on monday, off to emachines the laptop goes for repair whilst still under warranty. this is why people get macs. but i've grown attached to my emachine and would like to keep it happy. but i'll be without aforementioned emachine for up to FIVE BUSINESS DAYS which, in short, may as well be FOREVER. so maybe it will be blogging from the office during lunch break for moi.
medication is going alright -- have increased my dose to further looking like i am stoned and to reduce my conversational ability to that of common radish, but all in all, going better.
and now my sister is here!
my laptop, sadly is faring none too well -- the freakin' thingy that the thingamajig adapter for the power goes into in the back won't keep it in place, so on monday, off to emachines the laptop goes for repair whilst still under warranty. this is why people get macs. but i've grown attached to my emachine and would like to keep it happy. but i'll be without aforementioned emachine for up to FIVE BUSINESS DAYS which, in short, may as well be FOREVER. so maybe it will be blogging from the office during lunch break for moi.
medication is going alright -- have increased my dose to further looking like i am stoned and to reduce my conversational ability to that of common radish, but all in all, going better.
and now my sister is here!
Friday, September 24, 2004
Info about America's Army
This is from my sister's boy, Chris...a good lad:
"I know for a fact that the US Army has thrown more than $15 million at this and that there is a staff of 300 which continue to work on the game. In the whole scheme of things, the U.S. Military has an annual budget of around 800 Billion Dollars, and a force of 700,000+... thus, this is a drop in the bucket. The Army spends more money on those stupid "Army of One" television commercials. The interesting part of this game, however, is the multiplayer. That is, you log on to the Internet and play vs other people. When you login, you are put on the American side... the problem is, both sides are the "American" side. You see people on the opposite team as your "enemies" even though they see themselves as U.S. Infantry. A real battle of Good Vs. Evil where everyone thinks they are on the "good" side. See any analogies in that? Regarding Hitler, he didn't really need any propoganda to sway the people. If you didn't agree with him, the SS killed you."
scary stuff.
"I know for a fact that the US Army has thrown more than $15 million at this and that there is a staff of 300 which continue to work on the game. In the whole scheme of things, the U.S. Military has an annual budget of around 800 Billion Dollars, and a force of 700,000+... thus, this is a drop in the bucket. The Army spends more money on those stupid "Army of One" television commercials. The interesting part of this game, however, is the multiplayer. That is, you log on to the Internet and play vs other people. When you login, you are put on the American side... the problem is, both sides are the "American" side. You see people on the opposite team as your "enemies" even though they see themselves as U.S. Infantry. A real battle of Good Vs. Evil where everyone thinks they are on the "good" side. See any analogies in that? Regarding Hitler, he didn't really need any propoganda to sway the people. If you didn't agree with him, the SS killed you."
scary stuff.
Horrible, absolutely horrible.
the latest in america's recruitment:
http://www.americasarmy.com/
imagine if hitler had access to computer game programming......
http://www.americasarmy.com/
imagine if hitler had access to computer game programming......
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
oh hell...this is funny.
nickelback really sucks. and here is a lovely link to prove it. two nb songs, one on top of the other, and there is such little difference, it makes me want to pull off my skin. take a listen == you might be sorry, but you'll then immediately feel like a better person for not owning one nb cd. see? i can't even bring myself to type the whole band name. THAT'S how bad they are. props to joe mammy for bringing this link to my attention. i think this might be the same site that introduced that dandy little "The Bush Campaign's TV Commercial if He was Running Against Jesus" picture.
so it's been 22 hours since i first took the sedating medication and i was soooo freakin' tired this a.m., rush hour was a bit disorienting. however you can see from my earlier post that i scored PJ HARVEY TICKETS. word to my boy, D-Hizzy, for facilitating that purchase.
and in about two hours i take pill two and it sucks ass that i'll be a zombie until tomorrow a.m. and what is this glorious medication, and what sort of side effects can one expect? stay tuned.....
so it's been 22 hours since i first took the sedating medication and i was soooo freakin' tired this a.m., rush hour was a bit disorienting. however you can see from my earlier post that i scored PJ HARVEY TICKETS. word to my boy, D-Hizzy, for facilitating that purchase.
and in about two hours i take pill two and it sucks ass that i'll be a zombie until tomorrow a.m. and what is this glorious medication, and what sort of side effects can one expect? stay tuned.....
pj harvey! pj harvey!
I JUST GOT TICKETS TO SEE PJ HARVEY AT FIRST AVE ON OCTOBER FIRST! AHHHH! AHHHH! SO EXCITED! 11 YEARS OF WAITING! AHHH!
that is all.......
that is all.......
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
a post from the office
the laptop is having adapter issues. more specifically, issues with the adapter not staying plugged into the laptop. so emachines is making me send it in. warranty, schmarranty. so i've been blogging less. and tonight i start new medication. and that, sadly, will chew into my prime blogging time, as after 10 p.m. i will sort of be dead to the world for a couple of weeks. good times, that crazy stuff. so i'm at work, using the last of my lunch break. i ate oatmeal. blueberry flavored. generic cub foods brand. i may supplement my lunch with goldfish crackers. we'll see.
what if no one is going crazy and there are just some really fucked up things going on?
what if no one is going crazy and there are just some really fucked up things going on?
Sunday, September 19, 2004
link of greatness!
okay, lately i've offered a lot of delightful links, but NONE compare to THIS. it takes a little while to load but, as i've told some that i've sent it to, it would almost make me want to hang out with George W. if: 1) he still drank this way, and 2) if he weren't the first horseman of the apocalypse.
and titanic is on. kate! leo! i'll never let go!
and titanic is on. kate! leo! i'll never let go!
Saturday, September 18, 2004
mmmm, chips!
now i'm not sleepy. at all. tis half past midnight and i'm on my bed, eating bbq chips and drinking an ice cold coke (product placement). in the morning i will awaken to find my keyboard covered in bbq chip dust, but for now i will simply enjoy.
things i've been thinking about...
top sheets: what purpose other than to become untucked and then tangled up in the blanket? i suppose they make a nice, lightweight blanket in autumn when it's too cold to be without but too warm with the comforter, but really...
my king-sized bed: when walking into my room in the dark, it doesn't matter where i go because if i trip (as i oft do), i will inevitably land on the biggest bed in the world. and certainly the biggest bed in this small of a room. it kicks a fair amount of ass.
whether or not to wake dustin from sleeping on the couch: he fell asleep reading on the couch and i thought i could wake him...or i could eat bbq chips in bed and not have a complex over someone waking up next to me as i reeked of mesquite flavor. so the score: Dustin, zero, KC Masterpiece flavored chips, 1.
i need to download some computer yahtzee and solitaire to find more distractions from housework, hygiene, etc. anyone know of where to find free stuff like that?
have discussed quitting smoking along with mr. terry walker and we have chosen the date of oct. 3. that way when he turns 30 in november, he'll have a good month of patchiness under his belt. or wherever he decides to put the patch. that's none of my beeswax. i find on my forearm to be the best place for it not to slip around, begin to stick to itself and eventually fall off completely. pretty shotty construction, if you ask me.
i mentioned to dustin that he could quit too, did he want to try at the same time, and his response was a tentative "I don't know..." i think we're making progress. usually he answers by lighting up a cigarette and then putting it out on my arm... only kidding, of course. but it was a funny image in my head.
it's certainly not required for him to quit smoking if i quit, but the likelihood of me punching him in the face is a great deal less if he is not going out to the porch to smoke every hour while i struggle with my inner demons only a few feet away. no, i would never punch him. i'd much rather be a martyr. "no....you don't need to smoke in the back of the house...really...i don't mind seeing you smoke...." i'm charming that way.
martyrdom would have it's perks in the grand scheme of things. everybody would know your name (usually only achieved as a regular at Cheers), buildings would be named after you, movies would be made -- and remade -- about your trials and tribulations. i think what joan of arc REALLY has going for her was simply her name... single syllable words together work well.
"Joan of Arc." That is clean, crisp, easy to remember and it rolls off the tongue.
"Kari of Minnesota." Not as interesting. "Kari of North Dakota" is even worse. My two syllable name causes a problem right off the bat. a six-pack of beer to the first person to come up with a suitable martyr name for me. bring it. (THIS OFFER NOT VALID IN VIRGINIA, DELAWARE OR RHODE ISLAND. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NON-TRANSFERRABLE. CANNOT BE COMBINED WITH ANY OTHER OFFERS. OFFER EXPIRES 10/03/04. )
things i've been thinking about...
top sheets: what purpose other than to become untucked and then tangled up in the blanket? i suppose they make a nice, lightweight blanket in autumn when it's too cold to be without but too warm with the comforter, but really...
my king-sized bed: when walking into my room in the dark, it doesn't matter where i go because if i trip (as i oft do), i will inevitably land on the biggest bed in the world. and certainly the biggest bed in this small of a room. it kicks a fair amount of ass.
whether or not to wake dustin from sleeping on the couch: he fell asleep reading on the couch and i thought i could wake him...or i could eat bbq chips in bed and not have a complex over someone waking up next to me as i reeked of mesquite flavor. so the score: Dustin, zero, KC Masterpiece flavored chips, 1.
i need to download some computer yahtzee and solitaire to find more distractions from housework, hygiene, etc. anyone know of where to find free stuff like that?
have discussed quitting smoking along with mr. terry walker and we have chosen the date of oct. 3. that way when he turns 30 in november, he'll have a good month of patchiness under his belt. or wherever he decides to put the patch. that's none of my beeswax. i find on my forearm to be the best place for it not to slip around, begin to stick to itself and eventually fall off completely. pretty shotty construction, if you ask me.
i mentioned to dustin that he could quit too, did he want to try at the same time, and his response was a tentative "I don't know..." i think we're making progress. usually he answers by lighting up a cigarette and then putting it out on my arm... only kidding, of course. but it was a funny image in my head.
it's certainly not required for him to quit smoking if i quit, but the likelihood of me punching him in the face is a great deal less if he is not going out to the porch to smoke every hour while i struggle with my inner demons only a few feet away. no, i would never punch him. i'd much rather be a martyr. "no....you don't need to smoke in the back of the house...really...i don't mind seeing you smoke...." i'm charming that way.
martyrdom would have it's perks in the grand scheme of things. everybody would know your name (usually only achieved as a regular at Cheers), buildings would be named after you, movies would be made -- and remade -- about your trials and tribulations. i think what joan of arc REALLY has going for her was simply her name... single syllable words together work well.
"Joan of Arc." That is clean, crisp, easy to remember and it rolls off the tongue.
"Kari of Minnesota." Not as interesting. "Kari of North Dakota" is even worse. My two syllable name causes a problem right off the bat. a six-pack of beer to the first person to come up with a suitable martyr name for me. bring it. (THIS OFFER NOT VALID IN VIRGINIA, DELAWARE OR RHODE ISLAND. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NON-TRANSFERRABLE. CANNOT BE COMBINED WITH ANY OTHER OFFERS. OFFER EXPIRES 10/03/04. )
Friday, September 17, 2004
and here's the link for that funniness.....
http://www.livejournal.com/users/crapdancesing/8778.html
love this link so much. it is currently printed out and hanging above my computer at work. good stuff. so we're removing the carpet from the first floor of our house. sunday. with booze, hopefully. be there or be square. i'll update this blog with photos from the... the..... ADVENTURE. dustin, me, booze and a carpet knife.... i think this might be a recipe for disaster, but i'll risk it for hardwood floors.
now that i'm working and haven't much time to blog, i'm finding that my posts are lamer and lamer. it's sad what i have to sacrifice for a paycheck. wait. i like getting a paycheck! screw blogging!
(i'm just kidding, baby, come on back...)
love this link so much. it is currently printed out and hanging above my computer at work. good stuff. so we're removing the carpet from the first floor of our house. sunday. with booze, hopefully. be there or be square. i'll update this blog with photos from the... the..... ADVENTURE. dustin, me, booze and a carpet knife.... i think this might be a recipe for disaster, but i'll risk it for hardwood floors.
now that i'm working and haven't much time to blog, i'm finding that my posts are lamer and lamer. it's sad what i have to sacrifice for a paycheck. wait. i like getting a paycheck! screw blogging!
(i'm just kidding, baby, come on back...)
Thursday, September 16, 2004
link of goodness
the jegg came through again w/the goods...here's a nice little corollary to the link about the pentagon....you won't be sorry!
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Conspiracy? Wha?
Okay, so dustin just sent me this link. it seems pretty nutty but i guess it's something to think about. any thoughts, anyone?
cat love
we have many cats. two -- count 'em -- two are in that warm way. and they are slowly driving me to insanity and back. (it really doesn't take that long, you know.)
and i am constantly suspicious of cat behavior. i now just assume they are "staking out" a new area in which to urinate. most recently: an area behind our dining room table. and i have steam cleaned the carpet, thanks my my sister's steam machine. but now i always keep one on the cats. so if there are typos in this, it's because i'm only using one eye to look at the screen. and i fear i will develop a permanent headache if i keep this up. it's hard being me.
will be visiting with ye olde shrink on friday to discuss medicinal additions, because i'm not enough of a malady that i want to carry around as many prescription bottles as possible. i want to look and sound like a pharmacy on legs. but don't come looking to me for any narcotics, because i've none to share -- i mean, i've none in my possession.
is codeine a narcotic?
i'm not hardcore. i'm not "all that."
i've been glancing over a book that i bought on borderline --it's none too shabby, but all books relating to borderline have horrible titles.
"I Hate You -- Don't Leave Me," "Stop Walking on Eggshells," and who can forget the classic "Lost in the Mirror"... with all these great hits, who could ask for more?
But that's not all...tell 'em what they get, Roy!
"The Angry Heart," "The Siren's Dance," "Sometimes I Act Crazy," "Get Me Out of Here," and many more!
"Lost in the Mirror" is the one that I "Lost in the Mirror" have read most recently. The first one I read was the paperback goodie "I Hate You -- Don't Leave Me." It's like self help for those who don't want self help.
Here's a real treat: Chapter Five in the "Mirror" book has a quote from a PAT BENATAR song! "Love and pain can be one and the same in the eyes of a wounded child." From the song "Hell is for Children." Nice. It's important to draw a parallel between what I go through every day and PAT FREAKIN' BENATAR. but, love is a battlefield.
And for the most part, the quotes are a little silly. But there is one I actually put into brackets with my pen, it was so good:
"I begin to see. Today I am not all wood." -Ann Sexton
That was on the chapter about being in treatment. The chapter that discusses self mutilation is titled "Rescuing the Angel Within." gross. but the quote -- from the bible, actually -- is interesting:
"And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy membes shall perish, and not that thy whole body be cast into hell."
Matthew:5:29.
Now, i don't make it a habit to read, let alone WRITE DOWN bible quotations. but that one is interesting.
hmm.
and i am constantly suspicious of cat behavior. i now just assume they are "staking out" a new area in which to urinate. most recently: an area behind our dining room table. and i have steam cleaned the carpet, thanks my my sister's steam machine. but now i always keep one on the cats. so if there are typos in this, it's because i'm only using one eye to look at the screen. and i fear i will develop a permanent headache if i keep this up. it's hard being me.
will be visiting with ye olde shrink on friday to discuss medicinal additions, because i'm not enough of a malady that i want to carry around as many prescription bottles as possible. i want to look and sound like a pharmacy on legs. but don't come looking to me for any narcotics, because i've none to share -- i mean, i've none in my possession.
is codeine a narcotic?
i'm not hardcore. i'm not "all that."
i've been glancing over a book that i bought on borderline --it's none too shabby, but all books relating to borderline have horrible titles.
"I Hate You -- Don't Leave Me," "Stop Walking on Eggshells," and who can forget the classic "Lost in the Mirror"... with all these great hits, who could ask for more?
But that's not all...tell 'em what they get, Roy!
"The Angry Heart," "The Siren's Dance," "Sometimes I Act Crazy," "Get Me Out of Here," and many more!
"Lost in the Mirror" is the one that I "Lost in the Mirror" have read most recently. The first one I read was the paperback goodie "I Hate You -- Don't Leave Me." It's like self help for those who don't want self help.
Here's a real treat: Chapter Five in the "Mirror" book has a quote from a PAT BENATAR song! "Love and pain can be one and the same in the eyes of a wounded child." From the song "Hell is for Children." Nice. It's important to draw a parallel between what I go through every day and PAT FREAKIN' BENATAR. but, love is a battlefield.
And for the most part, the quotes are a little silly. But there is one I actually put into brackets with my pen, it was so good:
"I begin to see. Today I am not all wood." -Ann Sexton
That was on the chapter about being in treatment. The chapter that discusses self mutilation is titled "Rescuing the Angel Within." gross. but the quote -- from the bible, actually -- is interesting:
"And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy membes shall perish, and not that thy whole body be cast into hell."
Matthew:5:29.
Now, i don't make it a habit to read, let alone WRITE DOWN bible quotations. but that one is interesting.
hmm.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
something new......
okay, so one ms. kara luger and i have begun a blog together. it's barely off the ground but keep your eyes peeled for THE TWO Ks.
that is all. go back to watching Queer Eye. i know i will.
that is all. go back to watching Queer Eye. i know i will.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Friday, September 10, 2004
freakin' charo!
the surreal life is just too much.
charo has a very taut nose and flava flav and jordan (i think? they're all the same) from NKOTB, and and that FREAK SHOW bridgett nielsen -- "i'm a star in europe," she says. holy crap, she's scary. oh god, it's joey from "full house." what sort of sideshow could this be if "uncle joey" is the sane one, the tolerable one? and he just got SUPER PISSED that jordan said he'd like to take a jacuzzi with mary-kate and ashley olsen. and who the f**k is ryan starr? from american idol? whoever she is, she has a fixation with NKOTB and is all girly and shy with jordan. yeah, that'll last.
oh mi god...i'm utilizing this blog as a running commentary on this fucking show. eeeeeaaaggghhhh....
and so now that i've admitted that, i'll just keep going.
quotes to ponder:
jordan: she (charo) seems like a very assertive woman, and i don't like that....
yeah, jordan is kind of a prick. and bridgette is naked most of the time. okay, i'm done, i need to sleep.
charo has a very taut nose and flava flav and jordan (i think? they're all the same) from NKOTB, and and that FREAK SHOW bridgett nielsen -- "i'm a star in europe," she says. holy crap, she's scary. oh god, it's joey from "full house." what sort of sideshow could this be if "uncle joey" is the sane one, the tolerable one? and he just got SUPER PISSED that jordan said he'd like to take a jacuzzi with mary-kate and ashley olsen. and who the f**k is ryan starr? from american idol? whoever she is, she has a fixation with NKOTB and is all girly and shy with jordan. yeah, that'll last.
oh mi god...i'm utilizing this blog as a running commentary on this fucking show. eeeeeaaaggghhhh....
and so now that i've admitted that, i'll just keep going.
quotes to ponder:
jordan: she (charo) seems like a very assertive woman, and i don't like that....
yeah, jordan is kind of a prick. and bridgette is naked most of the time. okay, i'm done, i need to sleep.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
effing blogger
okay, i just wrote a huge post and i lost it while attempting to publish it.
bugger.
okay, well go out and rent "the party's over" -- a documentary narrated/hosted by philip seymour hoffman. really. watch it now. and he's my boyfriend.
bugger.
okay, well go out and rent "the party's over" -- a documentary narrated/hosted by philip seymour hoffman. really. watch it now. and he's my boyfriend.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
FIRST DAY OF WORK
it's certainly strange getting up and ready in the morning. i'll be leaving for the first day of work in about 20 minutes and i'm a little bit nervous: new people, new office...the usual stuff.
i just finished enjoying a bowl of generic honey graham cereal and some gogurt (yogurt in a tube...strange, no?) and trying to relax by watching absolute crap on television. today's crap is MTV Cribs...because it's REALLY freakin' important to know what the drummer of Blink 182 keeps in his pantry.
in addition to putting 2000 miles to and from minot on my personal odometer, i've also acquired a cold -- and it's fantastic to start a new job with a wet, hacking cough. i slapped on a patch today, we'll so how that works.
i know i can always rationalize smoking, but is it really wise to quit with the stress of the first day of work???
they have ipods for pcs now. wait, didn't they always? now it's ipod+hp? wha?
my daughter used to want to visit ireland during her spring break. now it's denmark. and i'm not sure why. i'm sure denmark is lovely -- my grandfather was a dane -- but for an 8-year old to request denmark? strange.
and i hate lenny kravitz. and this gap commercial he is in. oh shite, i have to leave in 15 minutes.
wish me luck.....ugh...new things are good/scary.
i just finished enjoying a bowl of generic honey graham cereal and some gogurt (yogurt in a tube...strange, no?) and trying to relax by watching absolute crap on television. today's crap is MTV Cribs...because it's REALLY freakin' important to know what the drummer of Blink 182 keeps in his pantry.
in addition to putting 2000 miles to and from minot on my personal odometer, i've also acquired a cold -- and it's fantastic to start a new job with a wet, hacking cough. i slapped on a patch today, we'll so how that works.
i know i can always rationalize smoking, but is it really wise to quit with the stress of the first day of work???
they have ipods for pcs now. wait, didn't they always? now it's ipod+hp? wha?
my daughter used to want to visit ireland during her spring break. now it's denmark. and i'm not sure why. i'm sure denmark is lovely -- my grandfather was a dane -- but for an 8-year old to request denmark? strange.
and i hate lenny kravitz. and this gap commercial he is in. oh shite, i have to leave in 15 minutes.
wish me luck.....ugh...new things are good/scary.
Monday, September 06, 2004
why not minot?
because i always get a freaking cold when i'm here. always. as i do right now. so we're (or i'm) hoping to leave by noon so i can be ready for the FIRST DAY OF WORK at the new job tomorrow. it's capitalized because i'm nervous for the FIRST DAY OF WORK. after working with the horrible bigot who badmouthed me at my last gig, i'm really nervous to meet new co-workers. i'm sure it will be fine, but yeah, i'm a little nervous. and it's been four damn months since i've been in an office environment, so it will be a little weird being back in the proverbial swing of things.
so we stayed at a friend's house -- the tenants being adam files, noah files and jay jenkins -- and as i look around i see really funny and interesting things, such as:
- a case in the shape of C3-PO from Star Wars
- five frisbees
- bottle of febreze
- one plate with half-eaten pot roast
- a box an ipod came in
- digital camera
- jar of salsa con queso
college houses are like that, and it makes it fun to stay there.
so we stayed at a friend's house -- the tenants being adam files, noah files and jay jenkins -- and as i look around i see really funny and interesting things, such as:
- a case in the shape of C3-PO from Star Wars
- five frisbees
- bottle of febreze
- one plate with half-eaten pot roast
- a box an ipod came in
- digital camera
- jar of salsa con queso
college houses are like that, and it makes it fun to stay there.
Friday, September 03, 2004
another day, another trip to minot
i have heartburn from some pan pizza i just ingested. we're leaving to take abbey to her dad's for the weekend and then will leave mpls. for the MAGIC CITY! a wedding tomorrow afternoon with a reception and dance to follow -- should be good fun. a small cat has just jumped upon my collarbone. cute. abbey was just wearing a basket on her head. i adore her. did anyone catch W on tv last night? blah blah blah i've heard it all before and i don't like him. and i don't like hearing the same old, same old from any politician. but i do like kerry. i'm okay with kerry.
thanks to mr. kulig for the neat pictures of the RNC in NYC. we have protests here in minneapolis too, but i've yet to see anyone with missile-like objects affixed to their crotch.
now i have to pack. ugh. packing is tiring. maybe i'll smoke, instead! oh yeah, my friend terry and i might quit smoking on the same day -- this coming tuesday. first day of new job. maybe it'll work this time around. why not quit right now? a weekend in minot, that's why.
thanks to mr. kulig for the neat pictures of the RNC in NYC. we have protests here in minneapolis too, but i've yet to see anyone with missile-like objects affixed to their crotch.
now i have to pack. ugh. packing is tiring. maybe i'll smoke, instead! oh yeah, my friend terry and i might quit smoking on the same day -- this coming tuesday. first day of new job. maybe it'll work this time around. why not quit right now? a weekend in minot, that's why.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
look who's got a blog!
good old anthony kulig has got himself a blog...hurrah! it's got some dandy NYC Republican Convention pics as well, so check it out -- good stuff.
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