Saturday, December 31, 2005
pumpkin cheesecake. YUM!
I had to faff with about 10 other recipes to get this one correct. I made this over Thanksgiving and it rocked. We'll see if I get it right this time, with my bad memory and what not.
=)
1-1/2 cups finely crushed Ginger Snaps (about 38 cookies)
1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter, melted
4 pkg. (8 oz. each) Cream Cheese, softened
1 cup white sugar
1 cup brown sugar
3 Tbsp. flour
2 cup mashed cooked fresh pumpkin
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. cloves
1 tsp. ginger
1 tsp. vanilla
4 eggs
PREHEAT oven to 325°F if using silver 9-inch springform pan (or to 300°F if using dark nonstick 9-inch springform pan). Mix ginger snap crumbs and butter; press firmly onto bottom and 1 inch up side of pan. Bake the crust for 5 minutes to set it.
BEAT cream cheese, sugar and flour in large bowl with electric mixer (or food processor) on medium speed until well blended. Add pumpkin, spices and vanilla; mix well. Add eggs, 1 at a time, mixing after each addition just until blended. Pour into crust.
BAKE 1 hour and 15 minutes or until center is almost set. Loosen cake from rim of pan; cool before removing the rim of pan. Refrigerate overnight. Store leftover cheesecake in refrigerator.
Friday, December 30, 2005
purl till you dye
I'm becoming a knitting fool. I'm not sad about it, because of all the cool stuff I've made/am making...and I even made a new blog about it. www.knityousucka.blogspot.com
It's fun, and I'm including all local knitters who want to post, basically friends and me. I've been spending too much money on yarn, but jesus christ it's not like it's drugs, and it's improving my hand-eye coordination.
It's fun, and I'm including all local knitters who want to post, basically friends and me. I've been spending too much money on yarn, but jesus christ it's not like it's drugs, and it's improving my hand-eye coordination.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
so it occurs to me...
...that I haven't done my Christmas rant. Or wait, have I? Dunno. Anyway - for the holiday I pretty much worked through- but I did have time to join my friends Dory and Daryl for a nice dinnah on Xmas eve.
I didn't call the parents, although why I didn't is way beyond me. I was thinking about them, et cetera, but that phone call never materialized. I guess I'm just procrastinating.
I did receive the lion's share of xmas cards from folks, which was verrah nice. I got a really great gift from a staff & consumer, which was a 30 minute massage package. Woot!
I got invited round to all the parties and such, too. I guess that indicates I'm not overly repulsive.
Bill was with his daughters and their peeps, so I didn't see him until Sunday night. I knew he had all kinds of places to be so that's the main reason I took on so many shifts, including cat sitting for Dave and Amy. He would never say it but the last thing I want to do is intrude on people's holidays. So I felt it was better to be already engaged.
Anyway, Christmas is a stupid holiday. Still, I like it, and this year it sucked and I'm not quite sure why. I'm actually upset about it but I have no insight into these emotions yet. I was very glad to keep it low key, but on the other hand I feel like there was so much missing. An odd dichotomy- I'll have to work it out later. I think I'm PMS-ing now.
I didn't call the parents, although why I didn't is way beyond me. I was thinking about them, et cetera, but that phone call never materialized. I guess I'm just procrastinating.
I did receive the lion's share of xmas cards from folks, which was verrah nice. I got a really great gift from a staff & consumer, which was a 30 minute massage package. Woot!
I got invited round to all the parties and such, too. I guess that indicates I'm not overly repulsive.
Bill was with his daughters and their peeps, so I didn't see him until Sunday night. I knew he had all kinds of places to be so that's the main reason I took on so many shifts, including cat sitting for Dave and Amy. He would never say it but the last thing I want to do is intrude on people's holidays. So I felt it was better to be already engaged.
Anyway, Christmas is a stupid holiday. Still, I like it, and this year it sucked and I'm not quite sure why. I'm actually upset about it but I have no insight into these emotions yet. I was very glad to keep it low key, but on the other hand I feel like there was so much missing. An odd dichotomy- I'll have to work it out later. I think I'm PMS-ing now.
who says that tzatziki running down your chin ain't sexay?
So there's me at lunch mindin my own, and some dude was just starin at me eating my gyro. So I finished up and geared up to head out and dude goes ahead of me, opens the door for me, then introduces himself and asks for my number. Yost like that. I was kind of taken aback, but he was cute and it was very flattering, even as I turned him down. =) So who says greek food ain't where it's at?
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
best cat toy ever.
My converted aquarium has kept Xerox occupied for hours at a time, now that I put some fish in there. When Salm was there he would sit briefly and gaze upon the goldfish, but now! He sits and watches and waits for the moment when one of the fishies will hop out and present itself as a kitty lunch. His little head will follow the movements of the fish, back and forth and back and forth. If I'd have known that Xe would get such a kick out of the tank I'd have done it years ago. Of course, I like the tank too, but that's nothing compared to watching my old cat become enthralled with the thrill of the swim. I put the Starship Troopers warrior bug toy on top so the cats wouldn't get any real ideas. They're scared silly of that toy, as I found out when Salm was in the tank. All I had to do was set it on top and Mojo never again jumped on the screen. I left the cat tree next to the tank so they can sit and watch, but that's my only concession. No cats in tank!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
things that got forgotten
I was cleaning up the place and it occurred to me that there should have been seven things for which to be grateful. So here they are:
Seven things I'm grateful for:
1. I'm blissfully in love with one of the most wonderful men I've ever known.
2. I have really great friends.
3. I'm alive, and any day above ground is a good day.
4. My dad, although nuts, rocks, and I'm grateful to have him.
5. I've had the opportunity to not only make friends around the world, but to meet them.
6. I have two really awesome cats who love me without question.
7. I'm allowed to be a Liberal and not stoned in the street for my beliefs like in some other countries.
Seven things I'm grateful for:
1. I'm blissfully in love with one of the most wonderful men I've ever known.
2. I have really great friends.
3. I'm alive, and any day above ground is a good day.
4. My dad, although nuts, rocks, and I'm grateful to have him.
5. I've had the opportunity to not only make friends around the world, but to meet them.
6. I have two really awesome cats who love me without question.
7. I'm allowed to be a Liberal and not stoned in the street for my beliefs like in some other countries.
ugh. disgusting.
...by that I mean my apartment. I can't even stand myself anymore because I'm such a freakin slob. Not one single surface not covered by crapola, papers, clutter...
I'm driving myself nuts over it. I'm tempted to grab large garbage bags and just throw it all out. Chuck it all and move to Tahiti. No clothes, no papers, no cd's, no nothing. How the hell I ended up this messy is just beyond me. I used to be a cleaning nut. I used to get really upset by anything on the floor- clothes had to be in baskets, cd's in order in their cases... Huh. My how things have changed. Anyone know a good maid service? =P
I'm driving myself nuts over it. I'm tempted to grab large garbage bags and just throw it all out. Chuck it all and move to Tahiti. No clothes, no papers, no cd's, no nothing. How the hell I ended up this messy is just beyond me. I used to be a cleaning nut. I used to get really upset by anything on the floor- clothes had to be in baskets, cd's in order in their cases... Huh. My how things have changed. Anyone know a good maid service? =P
I’ve Been Tagged…
…by Shakespeare's Sister with the seven times seven meme. So here goes.
Seven Things To Do Before I Die
1. Be happy a little bit each day.
2. Travel the world extensively.
3. Make some contribution to the world that will help people and be remembered.
4. Get a college degree.
5. Be a mother.
6. Become fluent in several languages.
7. Let people love me.
Seven Things I Cannot Do
1. Play the guitar.
2. Run a mile.(oh hell who am I kidding...a half mile even.)
3. Tell a joke and have it be funny.
4. Have sex with women.
5. Accept the beliefs of neocon fucktards.
6. Stop smoking for good and all.
7. Forgive my family and get on with it.
Seven Things That Attract Me to...Blogging
1. Getting to write as much as I want.
2. It gives me an outlet for my ranting.
3. I like reading from other points of view.
4. Knowing that I can find any goddamn thing on someone's blog somewhere.
5. Exchange of ideas round the globe.
6. Connecting with other misfits like me.
7. Typing skills.
Seven Things I Say Most Often
1. I was *so* pissed!
2. Oh my god.
3. I just don't get it!
4. Sheyah.
5. I am *so* sure.
6. Oh jesus.
7. Next in line! (well yah I work in retail, don't I?)
Seven Books That I Love
1. Pastwatch
2. Idiot Girls Action Adventure Club
3. Tale of the Body Thief
4. Practical Demonkeeping
5. The Mummy (Rice version)
6. Cryptonomicon
7. Faerie Tale
Seven Movies That I Watch Over and Over Again
1. Bridget Jones Diary 1
2. French Kiss
3. Singin in the Rain
4. An Affair to Remember
5. Grosse Point Blank
6. Notting Hill
7. Secrets and Lies
Seven People I Want To Join In Too
1- 7. Oh jesus, whoever wants to. Just let me know in comments!
Seven Things To Do Before I Die
1. Be happy a little bit each day.
2. Travel the world extensively.
3. Make some contribution to the world that will help people and be remembered.
4. Get a college degree.
5. Be a mother.
6. Become fluent in several languages.
7. Let people love me.
Seven Things I Cannot Do
1. Play the guitar.
2. Run a mile.(oh hell who am I kidding...a half mile even.)
3. Tell a joke and have it be funny.
4. Have sex with women.
5. Accept the beliefs of neocon fucktards.
6. Stop smoking for good and all.
7. Forgive my family and get on with it.
Seven Things That Attract Me to...Blogging
1. Getting to write as much as I want.
2. It gives me an outlet for my ranting.
3. I like reading from other points of view.
4. Knowing that I can find any goddamn thing on someone's blog somewhere.
5. Exchange of ideas round the globe.
6. Connecting with other misfits like me.
7. Typing skills.
Seven Things I Say Most Often
1. I was *so* pissed!
2. Oh my god.
3. I just don't get it!
4. Sheyah.
5. I am *so* sure.
6. Oh jesus.
7. Next in line! (well yah I work in retail, don't I?)
Seven Books That I Love
1. Pastwatch
2. Idiot Girls Action Adventure Club
3. Tale of the Body Thief
4. Practical Demonkeeping
5. The Mummy (Rice version)
6. Cryptonomicon
7. Faerie Tale
Seven Movies That I Watch Over and Over Again
1. Bridget Jones Diary 1
2. French Kiss
3. Singin in the Rain
4. An Affair to Remember
5. Grosse Point Blank
6. Notting Hill
7. Secrets and Lies
Seven People I Want To Join In Too
1- 7. Oh jesus, whoever wants to. Just let me know in comments!
She's Lying.
So there's a billboard in town that says only that. It's said only that for weeks. It's very weird and I don't geddit. However...! Last night I drove by et voila! It suddenly seems there is more to the story!
Printed above it are the words, "She said she wants a vacuum for christmas" (or something to that effect.)
She's Lying.
Buy Diamonds, etc...
It's a freakin diamond ad. If I have to hear ONE MORE jewelry ad saying you should buy your woman some jewels or you're in the doghouse, I may scream obscenities to myself. Hell I will anyway, I'd just have a reason then.
How has it become that you are less of a man if you don't buy your woman hundreds of dollars of diamonds every occasion? And how is it that women are so fucking shallow that they'd expect it, or be mortally unhappy, to the point of breaking up, divorcing, forcing to sleep on couch, whatever? Bleh. It's all Bushit.
It's the ad companies who force these ideas on people. Sorta like the fucktard neocons saying merry christmas as a dig. What the fuck is THAT about, I want to know. Last night this ASSHOLE at Borders was buying a bunch of shit and I said happy holidays, whatever, have a good night, you know, something on autopilot as he was finishing up with the sale. He says to me, "Please tell me Merry Christmas!" so I said, allright, merry christmas. (with my characteristic "I think you're nuts" shrug, and not much emotion.) Like I give a ratfuck. It's a freaking PHRASE, not a kick to the ass. So this jerk has a total attitude of superiority like he's won $5 in the lotto, and tells me his story of having to "make his bank teller say merry christmas, and she wouldn't, even though she's known him for forever." He was totally weird about it, as if it's some battle he was in over something important. So I just shrugged again...cause you know, WHAT-EVER.
Fucktard neocons. It's a pagan fucking holiday. You're buying GIFTS to give each other, 8 months after Jesus would have been born, cause some Pope decided to put the holiday together with a pagan solstice, tree lighting day. So if this stupid asshole is so into christmas and the meaning of it, why is he spending $300 on the altar of commercialism? Presents will probably go under his pagan symbol tree, and he'll feel righteous as hell. Well good for him. I really wish some part of him understands how incredibly stupid he appears to me as a bystander. I have waited on him before and I am more convinced than ever, every time he comes in, that he's a fucktard. And he is BREEDING. He brings his pregnant wife over to give her caffeine. Nice. Smart folk. Not. Jesus. It's so frustrating knowing so many idiots are out there, and breeding, and probably voting. At least he brings his dyke sister in with him each time, at least she's not likely to continue that line. He probably hasn't figured out that she's gay yet, even with the SuperButch dyke uniform/spiked mullet/leather combo she's got going. Well won't that be fun some holiday...pardon me, Christmas, when she shows up to the dinner with a...roommate. I wish I could see his face. Ha. Oh the beautiful irony - he's Soooooooooooooooooo concerned with strangers toeing the line, yet his own sister is not in the game.
Merry fucking christmas, asshole.
Printed above it are the words, "She said she wants a vacuum for christmas" (or something to that effect.)
She's Lying.
Buy Diamonds, etc...
It's a freakin diamond ad. If I have to hear ONE MORE jewelry ad saying you should buy your woman some jewels or you're in the doghouse, I may scream obscenities to myself. Hell I will anyway, I'd just have a reason then.
How has it become that you are less of a man if you don't buy your woman hundreds of dollars of diamonds every occasion? And how is it that women are so fucking shallow that they'd expect it, or be mortally unhappy, to the point of breaking up, divorcing, forcing to sleep on couch, whatever? Bleh. It's all Bushit.
It's the ad companies who force these ideas on people. Sorta like the fucktard neocons saying merry christmas as a dig. What the fuck is THAT about, I want to know. Last night this ASSHOLE at Borders was buying a bunch of shit and I said happy holidays, whatever, have a good night, you know, something on autopilot as he was finishing up with the sale. He says to me, "Please tell me Merry Christmas!" so I said, allright, merry christmas. (with my characteristic "I think you're nuts" shrug, and not much emotion.) Like I give a ratfuck. It's a freaking PHRASE, not a kick to the ass. So this jerk has a total attitude of superiority like he's won $5 in the lotto, and tells me his story of having to "make his bank teller say merry christmas, and she wouldn't, even though she's known him for forever." He was totally weird about it, as if it's some battle he was in over something important. So I just shrugged again...cause you know, WHAT-EVER.
Fucktard neocons. It's a pagan fucking holiday. You're buying GIFTS to give each other, 8 months after Jesus would have been born, cause some Pope decided to put the holiday together with a pagan solstice, tree lighting day. So if this stupid asshole is so into christmas and the meaning of it, why is he spending $300 on the altar of commercialism? Presents will probably go under his pagan symbol tree, and he'll feel righteous as hell. Well good for him. I really wish some part of him understands how incredibly stupid he appears to me as a bystander. I have waited on him before and I am more convinced than ever, every time he comes in, that he's a fucktard. And he is BREEDING. He brings his pregnant wife over to give her caffeine. Nice. Smart folk. Not. Jesus. It's so frustrating knowing so many idiots are out there, and breeding, and probably voting. At least he brings his dyke sister in with him each time, at least she's not likely to continue that line. He probably hasn't figured out that she's gay yet, even with the SuperButch dyke uniform/spiked mullet/leather combo she's got going. Well won't that be fun some holiday...pardon me, Christmas, when she shows up to the dinner with a...roommate. I wish I could see his face. Ha. Oh the beautiful irony - he's Soooooooooooooooooo concerned with strangers toeing the line, yet his own sister is not in the game.
Merry fucking christmas, asshole.
Friday, December 23, 2005
good day, sunshine
so it was seriously warm out today, with sun and melty snow and everything a girl could want, with the exception of a lover's company. I had to work in the morning with a woman who lives not too far away, and she was totally talky and perky and friendly and it was a good morning.
I got my printer from Ebay - it's missing both ink cartridges and a usb cable. Hmph. I do NOT want to go to best buy during the holiday season. I can only imagine the horror and crowdage. Maybe I'll hit radio shack instead. Much less chance of being killed by stomping suburban soccer moms on a mission.
I got my printer from Ebay - it's missing both ink cartridges and a usb cable. Hmph. I do NOT want to go to best buy during the holiday season. I can only imagine the horror and crowdage. Maybe I'll hit radio shack instead. Much less chance of being killed by stomping suburban soccer moms on a mission.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
thinking good thoughts
So there's nothing like sitting on the edge of the tub by the commode, waiting for the nausea to pass and the meds to kick in. So I think happy thoughts. Like yesterday how one of the job coaches flirted with me enough for a co-worker to notice and comment. Wahoo! That's a fun thing. I don't think I flirted back, but hey who cares? It was a pleasant thing from a seriously charismatic Scorpio that has been making me blush for a year and a half.
Then there's the super-soft chenille scarf I'm knitting. It's black with purple stripes on the ends. It's gonna be so sweet with the new black leather jacket.
Then there's the new black leather jacket. I'm so stoked, cause it was, don't you know, seriously on SALE. I love the holidays, when you can pick up a nice piece of dyed dead cow for under $100. I wanted faux fur but when I tried *that* one on, it turned out to be real rabbit. Ew. I peeled it off quick.
What else could keep me occupied while I'm kicking this migraine to the curb? (kerb for alla the euros about).
Oh yeah! Flashback to Napoleon Dynamite's dance scene. Oh.Mah.Gawd. Roar-Laugh-Die-Too freakin hilarious. The only real moment in the movie that I thought was actually funny, save for the moment when his brother Kip says "peace out." Rip-snorting moment there too.
Then we move on to an email I got from another old classmate at SBHS. It's so odd to speak with folks who might have known me then. Was I so different? I'm sure I more courageous (or stupid) and probably cuter. But as long as my honey likes me then I suppose I don't mind the changes. But back to the email. I'm not even sure whether I know who the person is, but I combed the yearbook and it jogged my overworked, medicated brain a bit. I'm seeing a physiology classroom at lunch, filled with gamers and lots of die rolling adventures. How fun for a good thought!
Well, there are my happy thoughts while waiting to puke or get better. It's always a toss up.
Then there's the super-soft chenille scarf I'm knitting. It's black with purple stripes on the ends. It's gonna be so sweet with the new black leather jacket.
Then there's the new black leather jacket. I'm so stoked, cause it was, don't you know, seriously on SALE. I love the holidays, when you can pick up a nice piece of dyed dead cow for under $100. I wanted faux fur but when I tried *that* one on, it turned out to be real rabbit. Ew. I peeled it off quick.
What else could keep me occupied while I'm kicking this migraine to the curb? (kerb for alla the euros about).
Oh yeah! Flashback to Napoleon Dynamite's dance scene. Oh.Mah.Gawd. Roar-Laugh-Die-Too freakin hilarious. The only real moment in the movie that I thought was actually funny, save for the moment when his brother Kip says "peace out." Rip-snorting moment there too.
Then we move on to an email I got from another old classmate at SBHS. It's so odd to speak with folks who might have known me then. Was I so different? I'm sure I more courageous (or stupid) and probably cuter. But as long as my honey likes me then I suppose I don't mind the changes. But back to the email. I'm not even sure whether I know who the person is, but I combed the yearbook and it jogged my overworked, medicated brain a bit. I'm seeing a physiology classroom at lunch, filled with gamers and lots of die rolling adventures. How fun for a good thought!
Well, there are my happy thoughts while waiting to puke or get better. It's always a toss up.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
And ones I'd add...
Mary Poppins
9 & 1/2 Weeks
Young Frankenstein
Bram Stoker's Dracula
Office Space
Starship Troopers
I can probably think of more - but there are just movies out there that have constant pop culture value and reference. They are *not* to be missed.
Movies you have to see to be know what people are talking about
..from an email DoryO wrote:
Basic American Cinematic Literacy?
Crap. This is harder than I thought. There's good movies that really aren't required to be able to "get the joke" in mainstream pop culture. But then there's dumb movies I wouldn't recommend like The Exorcist and Die Hard that you really should have some familiarity with. Here's my must-see list off the top of my head.
These are movies about which you'd say to someone, "Seriously? You haven't seen it? Are you kidding. Well, you have to."
A separate list is of movies I wouldn't recommend you have to see start to finish to get the idea. You'd only have to watch the trailer and read a review to be up to speed: Dirty Dancing, Top Gun, Caddyshack.
MANDATORY -- No excuses:
Gone With The Wind
It's A Wonderful Life
Psycho
Rear Window
Wizard of Oz
Casablanca
The Graduate
Star Wars
Invasion of the Body Snatchers (original)
Lord of the Rings trilogy
Blazing Saddles
Airplane
Annie Hall
When Harry Met Sally
Bull Durham
Some Like It Hot
Oklahoma
Singin' In The Rain
Sound of Music
Treasure of the Sierra Madre
The Godfather Pts 1 & 2
Shrek
Finding Nemo
Pulp Fiction
Dr Strangelove
All About Eve
The Seven Year Itch
Rocky
Flashdance
Saturday Night Fever
American Graffiti
Fantasia
The Jerk
Raiders of the Lost Ark
Sunset Blvd
Fight Club
Apocalype Now
To Kill a Mockingbird
Monty Python & the Holy Grail
The Shining
The Princess Bride
Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid
A Christmas Story
Being John Malkovich
Friday, December 16, 2005
longest poo ever
So my snail went missing, but my goldfish is growing to gargantuan size. Right now he's swimming around with this THREE inch-long poo hanging from his nethers. What kind of messed up thing is that? I would hate to have to walk around with my poo hanging out. The life of a goldfish must suck ass. First you're stuck in a tank with no opportunity for release unless you're dead and then you go down the toilet. Then, you're dependent upon all-seeing strangers for food, and if they forget, or don't like you, you're toast. Then, you're stuck swimming around with giant poo hanging from your fish ass. How embarrassing. I think they need to make little fish diapers or something. "Depends...for that aquatic loved one in your life."
I can't fucking win but it ain't that bad.
So last night was cool. After a looooooong assed day of appts and meetings I went with Bill out to the Capitol Brewery for his company's party. Like aiii said, a brewery! (brouwerijen to some) and the beer was VER-ah tasty! Met some folk, et some vittels, and then we headed home.
So, again...some asswipe decides to turn left from the wrong lane in front of my car, as I'm going about 35 mph. I almost got out of the way, but I did hit him. Arrrrrrrgggghhhhhh! Two accidents in two days, my GOD! The first one I was sitting there, not moving, peacefully in a snowbank when I got plowed from behind. This one the guy made a totally illegal turn in front of me when I was, again, peacefully ensconced in a snowbank. Ok. There was no snowbank, but I was peacefully obeying every law and driving slowly. Thank god.
So the idjits bumper got cracked and my license plate was dented up. Again.
I was tempted to ask this moh-ron to stop smoking crack before he drives, but then he got out of the car and he was so fucking clueless, and so fucking sorry, and so fucking lost and whatever - I just felt sorry for him at the same time I wanted to smack him around. He was some kind of marine who needed to get back to his hotel on the far east side of town, and he was from some small town and didn't know his way around anywhere. He had on a USMC San Diego (woot San Diego!) sweatshirt and I'm betting he was either coming or going from Miramar or Pendleton. Anyhoo this all worked in his favor and I was inclined to be helpful.
Besides, it does me no good to be a bitch at Christmas. I might end up with coal in my stocking and I'm so fucking religious that I don't want Jesus Santa Christ mad at me.
So the clueless guy was staying in a hotel right by my house so I told him to follow me and I'd get him back. Which I did, then I sent him off with a wave, and went home.
So, again...some asswipe decides to turn left from the wrong lane in front of my car, as I'm going about 35 mph. I almost got out of the way, but I did hit him. Arrrrrrrgggghhhhhh! Two accidents in two days, my GOD! The first one I was sitting there, not moving, peacefully in a snowbank when I got plowed from behind. This one the guy made a totally illegal turn in front of me when I was, again, peacefully ensconced in a snowbank. Ok. There was no snowbank, but I was peacefully obeying every law and driving slowly. Thank god.
So the idjits bumper got cracked and my license plate was dented up. Again.
I was tempted to ask this moh-ron to stop smoking crack before he drives, but then he got out of the car and he was so fucking clueless, and so fucking sorry, and so fucking lost and whatever - I just felt sorry for him at the same time I wanted to smack him around. He was some kind of marine who needed to get back to his hotel on the far east side of town, and he was from some small town and didn't know his way around anywhere. He had on a USMC San Diego (woot San Diego!) sweatshirt and I'm betting he was either coming or going from Miramar or Pendleton. Anyhoo this all worked in his favor and I was inclined to be helpful.
Besides, it does me no good to be a bitch at Christmas. I might end up with coal in my stocking and I'm so fucking religious that I don't want Jesus Santa Christ mad at me.
So the clueless guy was staying in a hotel right by my house so I told him to follow me and I'd get him back. Which I did, then I sent him off with a wave, and went home.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
winter wonder-fucking-land
Yep. So it's snowy and snowy, and even more snowy. I went to work, did that thang I do, and headed home. I went down Thompson because it's less traffic than East Wash, and what to my wondering eyes do appear than 6 cars in separate accidents. I was going about 15 mph when my car lost traction and I went nose first into a snowbank. Ok, I thought, no biggie. Then crunch. Another guy slammed me from behind. wow, this went all porn for a sec.
Anyway.
I was lodged into a bank with people playing bumper cars all over and I had no where to go. There wasn't any real damage to either my car or the guy who crunched me, and I got dug out and made it home ok.
I need a nap.
Anyway.
I was lodged into a bank with people playing bumper cars all over and I had no where to go. There wasn't any real damage to either my car or the guy who crunched me, and I got dug out and made it home ok.
I need a nap.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
I'm such a bitch.
So bill said mojo was having trouble with his ears, and I know that occasionally he and Xerox both will get icky brown waxy stuff in there and need to have it cleaned out. Rather than the stress of taking them to strangers, I hold them down and clean it myself. Today was no different. I grabbed Xe first cause Mojo was wise to the jig and wouldn't come to me. Poor Xe was so miserable but he got through it ok. Then I got to Mo. I wrapped him up in a towel and held him down because he's really a wiggler and he gets so upset by anyone messing with his ears. Well, any part of him, really. He used to struggle like mad when he had claws that needed to be clipped. He's just not ever going to be an easy customer like Xe.
So I had him down and he was just feisty and hatin' it. I finally got the worst of it cleaned up and he was just turning all psycho and stuff and I decided he'd had enough and let him go. He leapt off and I saw that he'd PEED on me. He was that much either a. scared or b. in pain. I feel like a schmuck for putting him through that. That cat adores me, and here I was traumatizing him into peeing. At least his ears are clean for a while. Poor guy. =( Afterwards he sat in his favorite spot under the counter in my living room and I petted him. His ears were down and he was just silent and wouldn't even look at me. He'll have forgiven me by the time I get home from work but right now I have alienated a cat that normally worships the ground I walk on. It's a sad feeling, even if it was for his own good.
So I had him down and he was just feisty and hatin' it. I finally got the worst of it cleaned up and he was just turning all psycho and stuff and I decided he'd had enough and let him go. He leapt off and I saw that he'd PEED on me. He was that much either a. scared or b. in pain. I feel like a schmuck for putting him through that. That cat adores me, and here I was traumatizing him into peeing. At least his ears are clean for a while. Poor guy. =( Afterwards he sat in his favorite spot under the counter in my living room and I petted him. His ears were down and he was just silent and wouldn't even look at me. He'll have forgiven me by the time I get home from work but right now I have alienated a cat that normally worships the ground I walk on. It's a sad feeling, even if it was for his own good.
Monday, December 12, 2005
All Women MUST Use This!!
All Men Can Skip This Blog~ I promise we're not talking about you! =)
I'm lovin' it. I was worried about leaking or something, but even at the height of heavy flow it was like there was nothing going on.
AND it says you can have sex and your partner won't even know you're having a period!
A godsend. A TOTAL godsend.
Thank you, Thank you, Sam-I-am.
UPDATE:
Practice using this before putting it to the test! I think mine slipped and it was messy! However, I used it all night and it was GREAT. No leaking or anything. I had to really work at getting it perfect though. I won't go into detail but you get the idea.
Yahoo 360
Debra told me about this and I thought I'd try it. I like it a lot so far. I get to write reviews! Besides which, this blog has a direct RSS feed~! Anyone who wants to read my blog only has to go to my yahoo 360 page and click. Fun.
Friday, December 09, 2005
nice surprise!
there's a snail living in my fish tank! I didn't put him there, but there he was this morning, all roamy and stuff, just eating his way around. That's so cool.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
sibling rivalry
jesus god.
so I called my sister julie tonight and spoke with her because she's in a hospital in minneapolis, near death apparently, according to my other sister tina.
well first, she is pretty near death, but she's not gonna go soon, so I don't feel any compulsion to ruin my weekend and go see her. she's stable, at least. she's got serious problems with her heart and lungs. calcium deposited on her heart, and she had 4 liters of fluid on her lungs. they went in and took both off and she can breathe now. still, what's the fucking point. god what a sorry sack. her life is a train wreck and I was embarrassed for her. besides her health she was talking about having to go to court to be evicted twice in two weeks, how her husband won't get a job and totalled the car, her daughter is a juvenile delinquent and her ex-husband and mother in law are going to jail for kidnapping one of her daughters over veteran's day weekend and taking her to texas. I guess julie's daughter called a cousin all freaked out and through the cousin they were able to contact my sister (who has no phone) and she called the police and got her daughter back. she lives in the country (renting a house) but has no job and no car and no public transport to get to town. she's stranded with a loser husband and two kids and a few dogs, and she's at death's door on top of it with no help. to her credit she didn't ask me for anything, but I could tell she was feeling me out. julie's got another daughter who is in college in moorhead, minnesota, with excellent grades, a great fiance, and a good future in psychology. I don't know how my sister kicked that one out - not by example I can tell you that.
on the other front my sister tina is crazier than ever according to julie. not only does she still have the same issues over which I stopped contacting her years ago, but she's worse. julie made the mistake of bringing a thermos of coffee over to tina's and it says coca-cola on it. well holy jeez they are supportive of faggots, how could julie bring that symbol of all that is unholy into tina's house?! so tina had said she is active in "the church" so julie clarified that tina is just finding more reasons to be crazy. her daughter alysha has crohn's disease. like me. like julie. she was diagnosed about a week ago and is pretty fucking miserable. poor kid. she's in college and moving out on her own soon because, well, her mother is psychotic. tina's other daughter kara is pretty messed up as well. tina made it sound pretty bad the other night to me, but julie didn't really contradict anything. julie also didn't mention tina's other son mathew, but seeing as he's a male and in that family the males stick together, he could be with his addict father or somesuch. one never knows. it's odd, actually now that I think about it, that neither one mentioned tina's son. he's right between alysha and kara, so probably around 18 or so? Hm.
I think I'm doing allright here in madison and I'm not going to make any great effort to contact any of my family, even after they have left multiple messages today when I was at work. I totally don't want to get sucked in to that dysfunction. how the hell everyone ended up so fucked up is really beyond me. julie was okay before she met her husband, even if she always needed someone to bail her out. tina I gave up on years ago and I am pretty much fine with that. I can't deal with a homophobic psychopathic bitch. my brother is a whole nuther story that I can't really go into. suffice it to say he's not a good person, and I really can't get involved there either, no matter how many times I read the fucking courage to heal.
sometimes it's better to make one's own family. my dad's great, even though he emailed me a retard joke today. I think he thinks it's um...relevant or something. whatthefuckevah.
I listened to julie tonight and I just kept thinking: how? how does this happen? was it always like this? what if it was, anyway. did I even notice? was I like that? jesus christ I hope not. I was hoping when I talked to julie that I would hear good news, even a little bit. call me a fucking optimist (perish that thought motherfucker), but I was hoping for some kernel of goodness in the quagmire of my sibling relations. we can't all be that fucked up, can we? shit.
they can, apparently. maybe there's hope for heather. she never knew this side of things.
shit. there I go again being optimistic.
well shoot me.
happy fucking birthday to me.
so I called my sister julie tonight and spoke with her because she's in a hospital in minneapolis, near death apparently, according to my other sister tina.
well first, she is pretty near death, but she's not gonna go soon, so I don't feel any compulsion to ruin my weekend and go see her. she's stable, at least. she's got serious problems with her heart and lungs. calcium deposited on her heart, and she had 4 liters of fluid on her lungs. they went in and took both off and she can breathe now. still, what's the fucking point. god what a sorry sack. her life is a train wreck and I was embarrassed for her. besides her health she was talking about having to go to court to be evicted twice in two weeks, how her husband won't get a job and totalled the car, her daughter is a juvenile delinquent and her ex-husband and mother in law are going to jail for kidnapping one of her daughters over veteran's day weekend and taking her to texas. I guess julie's daughter called a cousin all freaked out and through the cousin they were able to contact my sister (who has no phone) and she called the police and got her daughter back. she lives in the country (renting a house) but has no job and no car and no public transport to get to town. she's stranded with a loser husband and two kids and a few dogs, and she's at death's door on top of it with no help. to her credit she didn't ask me for anything, but I could tell she was feeling me out. julie's got another daughter who is in college in moorhead, minnesota, with excellent grades, a great fiance, and a good future in psychology. I don't know how my sister kicked that one out - not by example I can tell you that.
on the other front my sister tina is crazier than ever according to julie. not only does she still have the same issues over which I stopped contacting her years ago, but she's worse. julie made the mistake of bringing a thermos of coffee over to tina's and it says coca-cola on it. well holy jeez they are supportive of faggots, how could julie bring that symbol of all that is unholy into tina's house?! so tina had said she is active in "the church" so julie clarified that tina is just finding more reasons to be crazy. her daughter alysha has crohn's disease. like me. like julie. she was diagnosed about a week ago and is pretty fucking miserable. poor kid. she's in college and moving out on her own soon because, well, her mother is psychotic. tina's other daughter kara is pretty messed up as well. tina made it sound pretty bad the other night to me, but julie didn't really contradict anything. julie also didn't mention tina's other son mathew, but seeing as he's a male and in that family the males stick together, he could be with his addict father or somesuch. one never knows. it's odd, actually now that I think about it, that neither one mentioned tina's son. he's right between alysha and kara, so probably around 18 or so? Hm.
I think I'm doing allright here in madison and I'm not going to make any great effort to contact any of my family, even after they have left multiple messages today when I was at work. I totally don't want to get sucked in to that dysfunction. how the hell everyone ended up so fucked up is really beyond me. julie was okay before she met her husband, even if she always needed someone to bail her out. tina I gave up on years ago and I am pretty much fine with that. I can't deal with a homophobic psychopathic bitch. my brother is a whole nuther story that I can't really go into. suffice it to say he's not a good person, and I really can't get involved there either, no matter how many times I read the fucking courage to heal.
sometimes it's better to make one's own family. my dad's great, even though he emailed me a retard joke today. I think he thinks it's um...relevant or something. whatthefuckevah.
I listened to julie tonight and I just kept thinking: how? how does this happen? was it always like this? what if it was, anyway. did I even notice? was I like that? jesus christ I hope not. I was hoping when I talked to julie that I would hear good news, even a little bit. call me a fucking optimist (perish that thought motherfucker), but I was hoping for some kernel of goodness in the quagmire of my sibling relations. we can't all be that fucked up, can we? shit.
they can, apparently. maybe there's hope for heather. she never knew this side of things.
shit. there I go again being optimistic.
well shoot me.
happy fucking birthday to me.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
sunday gaming update
So there we were in the woods on the way to the avoirdupois lands, with changes all about us. We time traveled and that means all the shit came down two thousand years ago. Nothing we see as odd or new is actually odd or new to anyone but us. There's a serious paradigm shift going on for the bard. I think he mostly questions things to piss off Cack but that can't be helped. We'll just have to keep marching on and deal with the consequences of changing time.
We healed darth moll's psionic character who was poisoned with psionic-only bacterial poison blah dee blah I have no idea what this stuff was but he's fixed now. I got a sample of the poison and so did Krueger's gnome, which drove Cack nuts. He was crying about telling everyone he knows about how we've got this poison and etc. and whatever. Yeah I told him I always knew he was a rat fink and a stool pigeon anyway, and it's true. He'd sell out his own mother for an edge. I want the poison for alchemical study. I'm a freakin wizard, yo. That's what I do. I would like to come up with a reverse bacterial agent, like an antidote. I mean, sure, we can get the paladin to heal disease every time, but that's really not helpful in the end when there's a serious war on psionics. Gerard can't be everywhere at once. I can't speak for Krueger's gnome. I think he just wants to sell it to the highest bidder once he figures out how to duplicate it. Seeing as how it's so goddamn effective against psionics I don't agree with his philosophy but what are you gonna do. He's a GNOME for christsakes.
I guess I wasn't all that nice to the Punk tonight- but it was Cack who said that Homeland Security vis a vis the Patriot Act is a good thing because it ensures the Punk has gainful employment. We were talking about all the ridiculous rules for flying on an airplane and getting through security. Apparently one may take scissors now but only if they are less than 4 inches. One may also take a screwdriver (!!) if it's less than 7 inches. WTF? So you can take the scissors on a swiss army knife but it can't have the actual knife part on it or it'll get confiscated. My entire feeling about this subject is that I don't feel safer. Not one bit.
Well to get back to the other subject, after Cack made the comment about gainful employment for the Punk I agreed with him on the grounds that the punk has always had trouble in that area before. Now this is true. It's one of the dealbreakers of our relationship that he wouldn't get a fucking job, and when he did he'd get fired and lie to me about it. Plus, he'd lie about paying bills and we went without hot water and heat in the winter in fucking wisconsin after I gave him money to fill up the gas. Everything fucking froze and we were ankle deep in sewage water when the subpump backed up. So fuck that.
Anyways the punk got really offended and gave me the silent treatment for hours. Actually he gave everyone the silent treatment for hours I guess to let them know how pissed he was at me. Well whatthefuckever. He got over it and proceeded to take out his frustrations by annoying Cack. If I really gave a shit about the punk's feelings when clearly he should not be upset with me then it would have affected me more that he was being all pissy about me bringing up the fact that he was a jobless loser for years. Cause don't you know I should forget all about everything that happened for years and I should pretend that the punk is a perfect fucking eagle scout and always did what he should've in every situation, and boy was I stupid for giving that up and moving out. I know that he perpetrates this whole idea that I'm flighty and fickle and broke up with him only because I was unhappy living in the country. That's his business I guess but I didn't break up with him and suddenly get fucking amnesia. And I certainly not going to fucking lie to protect his perfect image. It's like his parents and fucking Copper Falls. I'm not going to lie to protect someone that fucked me over again and again and then made it my fault if I said that I wanted things to get better. I didn't even criticize him that much when we were together, mostly because I know that if you hound a person who's in a bad spot they won't crawl out of it. They'll hunker down in misery and never get off their ass. But I'll be DAMNED if I'm gonna pretend he was the best fucking thing to ever happen to me just because he lies and says he was so great. Fuck that. I spent years propping him up and bailing him out and pretending things were fine to save face. Bah.
We healed darth moll's psionic character who was poisoned with psionic-only bacterial poison blah dee blah I have no idea what this stuff was but he's fixed now. I got a sample of the poison and so did Krueger's gnome, which drove Cack nuts. He was crying about telling everyone he knows about how we've got this poison and etc. and whatever. Yeah I told him I always knew he was a rat fink and a stool pigeon anyway, and it's true. He'd sell out his own mother for an edge. I want the poison for alchemical study. I'm a freakin wizard, yo. That's what I do. I would like to come up with a reverse bacterial agent, like an antidote. I mean, sure, we can get the paladin to heal disease every time, but that's really not helpful in the end when there's a serious war on psionics. Gerard can't be everywhere at once. I can't speak for Krueger's gnome. I think he just wants to sell it to the highest bidder once he figures out how to duplicate it. Seeing as how it's so goddamn effective against psionics I don't agree with his philosophy but what are you gonna do. He's a GNOME for christsakes.
I guess I wasn't all that nice to the Punk tonight- but it was Cack who said that Homeland Security vis a vis the Patriot Act is a good thing because it ensures the Punk has gainful employment. We were talking about all the ridiculous rules for flying on an airplane and getting through security. Apparently one may take scissors now but only if they are less than 4 inches. One may also take a screwdriver (!!) if it's less than 7 inches. WTF? So you can take the scissors on a swiss army knife but it can't have the actual knife part on it or it'll get confiscated. My entire feeling about this subject is that I don't feel safer. Not one bit.
Well to get back to the other subject, after Cack made the comment about gainful employment for the Punk I agreed with him on the grounds that the punk has always had trouble in that area before. Now this is true. It's one of the dealbreakers of our relationship that he wouldn't get a fucking job, and when he did he'd get fired and lie to me about it. Plus, he'd lie about paying bills and we went without hot water and heat in the winter in fucking wisconsin after I gave him money to fill up the gas. Everything fucking froze and we were ankle deep in sewage water when the subpump backed up. So fuck that.
Anyways the punk got really offended and gave me the silent treatment for hours. Actually he gave everyone the silent treatment for hours I guess to let them know how pissed he was at me. Well whatthefuckever. He got over it and proceeded to take out his frustrations by annoying Cack. If I really gave a shit about the punk's feelings when clearly he should not be upset with me then it would have affected me more that he was being all pissy about me bringing up the fact that he was a jobless loser for years. Cause don't you know I should forget all about everything that happened for years and I should pretend that the punk is a perfect fucking eagle scout and always did what he should've in every situation, and boy was I stupid for giving that up and moving out. I know that he perpetrates this whole idea that I'm flighty and fickle and broke up with him only because I was unhappy living in the country. That's his business I guess but I didn't break up with him and suddenly get fucking amnesia. And I certainly not going to fucking lie to protect his perfect image. It's like his parents and fucking Copper Falls. I'm not going to lie to protect someone that fucked me over again and again and then made it my fault if I said that I wanted things to get better. I didn't even criticize him that much when we were together, mostly because I know that if you hound a person who's in a bad spot they won't crawl out of it. They'll hunker down in misery and never get off their ass. But I'll be DAMNED if I'm gonna pretend he was the best fucking thing to ever happen to me just because he lies and says he was so great. Fuck that. I spent years propping him up and bailing him out and pretending things were fine to save face. Bah.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
cause I'm a blonde, b-l-a-n-d...
...cause I'm a blonde, don'tcha wish you were me!
So Dory and I got all gir-A and used some bleach I've got serious highlights now! I look about 22 again, Dory says. That's fine with me, yo!
I'll post a pic as soon as I get one. Woot!
So Dory and I got all gir-A and used some bleach I've got serious highlights now! I look about 22 again, Dory says. That's fine with me, yo!
I'll post a pic as soon as I get one. Woot!
let freedom ring...
Two men in UK court over "Jazeera bombing" leak
29 Nov 2005 15:07:58 GMT
Source: Reuters
(Adds quotes from defence lawyer)
By Gideon Long
LONDON, Nov 29 (Reuters) - Two men appeared in a British court on Tuesday accused of leaking a secret document which a newspaper said showed that U.S. President George W. Bush wanted to bomb Arabic television station Al Jazeera.
The hearing came a week after the Daily Mirror reported that a British government memo said Prime Minister Tony Blair had talked Bush out of bombing the broadcaster's headquarters in Qatar in April last year.
The White House has dismissed the report as "outlandish" and on Monday Blair denied receiving any details of a reported U.S. proposal to bomb Al Jazeera.
Defendant David Keogh, a civil servant who used to work at the Cabinet Office, was charged with making a "damaging disclosure of a document relating to international relations".
His co-defendant Leo O'Connor, once a researcher for a former member of parliament, was charged with receiving a document which he knew, or had reason to believe, was protected against disclosure by Britain's Official Secrets Act.
The two spoke only to confirm their personal details during a 15-minute hearing at Bow Street magistrates' court in central London. The case was adjourned until Jan. 10.
The Daily Mirror said the memo came from Blair's Downing Street office and turned up in May last year at the local office of Tony Clarke, then a member of parliament for Blair's Labour party, who had employed O'Connor as a researcher.
Clarke handed the document back to the government.
O'Connor's lawyer Neil Clark told reporters after the hearing he had not been granted access to the document but hoped he would before the trial resumes.
"Sometime between now and January 10 I hope that that document will be disclosed to me," he said. "It needs to be disclosed because it's impossible to defend unless you know the case that you're facing."
He added that his client regarded media reporting of the case as "inaccurate".
In its report, The Mirror quoted an unnamed government official as suggesting Bush's threat was a joke, but added another unidentified source saying Bush was serious.
Al Jazeera, which has repeatedly denied U.S. accusations that it sides with insurgents in Iraq, has called on Britain and the United States to state whether the report was accurate.
The British government's top lawyer warned media organisations after the Daily Mirror story that they would be breaking the law if they published details of the leaked document.
29 Nov 2005 15:07:58 GMT
Source: Reuters
(Adds quotes from defence lawyer)
By Gideon Long
LONDON, Nov 29 (Reuters) - Two men appeared in a British court on Tuesday accused of leaking a secret document which a newspaper said showed that U.S. President George W. Bush wanted to bomb Arabic television station Al Jazeera.
The hearing came a week after the Daily Mirror reported that a British government memo said Prime Minister Tony Blair had talked Bush out of bombing the broadcaster's headquarters in Qatar in April last year.
The White House has dismissed the report as "outlandish" and on Monday Blair denied receiving any details of a reported U.S. proposal to bomb Al Jazeera.
Defendant David Keogh, a civil servant who used to work at the Cabinet Office, was charged with making a "damaging disclosure of a document relating to international relations".
His co-defendant Leo O'Connor, once a researcher for a former member of parliament, was charged with receiving a document which he knew, or had reason to believe, was protected against disclosure by Britain's Official Secrets Act.
The two spoke only to confirm their personal details during a 15-minute hearing at Bow Street magistrates' court in central London. The case was adjourned until Jan. 10.
The Daily Mirror said the memo came from Blair's Downing Street office and turned up in May last year at the local office of Tony Clarke, then a member of parliament for Blair's Labour party, who had employed O'Connor as a researcher.
Clarke handed the document back to the government.
O'Connor's lawyer Neil Clark told reporters after the hearing he had not been granted access to the document but hoped he would before the trial resumes.
"Sometime between now and January 10 I hope that that document will be disclosed to me," he said. "It needs to be disclosed because it's impossible to defend unless you know the case that you're facing."
He added that his client regarded media reporting of the case as "inaccurate".
In its report, The Mirror quoted an unnamed government official as suggesting Bush's threat was a joke, but added another unidentified source saying Bush was serious.
Al Jazeera, which has repeatedly denied U.S. accusations that it sides with insurgents in Iraq, has called on Britain and the United States to state whether the report was accurate.
The British government's top lawyer warned media organisations after the Daily Mirror story that they would be breaking the law if they published details of the leaked document.
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