Sunday, October 21, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Retread Stuff
I'm much greener than I was in May when I wrote this little piece. I no longer drive "Guy" the 50 mile roundtrip to work every day. I ride in a commuter van with 8 other sweet people, and I've made a great friend because of the ride.
Here are my thoughts from back in May:
I commute to Buckhead from Riverdale daily and I want to share my thoughts with that guy.
That guy is the driver who fights to position himself in the far left lane then decides that going with the flow of traffic is too much to ask of him, so drives 10 or so MPH slower than all the other cars on the highway (except the poor drivers behind him).
Dear That guy,
I realize that I am not an emperor of the world (as you obviously are) so should feel honored that you cut me off this morning in your haste to get into the far left lane of the "Connector" this morning. I'm beginning to understand that I probably don't need to drive at the speed I wish - you're there to regulate the speed of all the cars behind you and the crisp 40 MPH you determined should have been good enough for me. It was really fun watching all the cars jump in front of you, delaying us further.
I leave my home at 7am so that I'll make it to work by the 8:30 start time my boss has dictated. I drove behind you wondering if you were self employed with no appointments since you obviously were enjoying the lovely view of the downtown highway and were in no rush to get anywhere.
I made 2 efforts to pass you. Each time you sped up and drove bumper to bumper with the car ahead of you to prevent my move.
I want to thank you for ensuring that I don't suffer from low blood pressure (marked increase in my numbers I'm sure during the ride).
I have on last thought for you: *^&%^&(*( ^&^%&^ )*(&*&^^!!!!!!!!
Now that I ride in the HOV lane (I say H.O.V. and my daughter Brooke says hov - like it's a word - she's wrong of course, but she lives in Delaware and that's how they are up there) I see the emperors blocking traffic every day. I'm thrilled as I speed past them.
I suppose this is a commercial for ride sharing - help save the planet and lower your blood pressure at the same time. I'm saving time and money too. My monthly cost is $87.50 - MUCH cheaper than the $60 parking bill I paid plus the cost of 4 tanks of gas per month. Think about it - maybe you can form a car or van pool in your community - or join an exisiting one.
Here are my thoughts from back in May:
I commute to Buckhead from Riverdale daily and I want to share my thoughts with that guy.
That guy is the driver who fights to position himself in the far left lane then decides that going with the flow of traffic is too much to ask of him, so drives 10 or so MPH slower than all the other cars on the highway (except the poor drivers behind him).
Dear That guy,
I realize that I am not an emperor of the world (as you obviously are) so should feel honored that you cut me off this morning in your haste to get into the far left lane of the "Connector" this morning. I'm beginning to understand that I probably don't need to drive at the speed I wish - you're there to regulate the speed of all the cars behind you and the crisp 40 MPH you determined should have been good enough for me. It was really fun watching all the cars jump in front of you, delaying us further.
I leave my home at 7am so that I'll make it to work by the 8:30 start time my boss has dictated. I drove behind you wondering if you were self employed with no appointments since you obviously were enjoying the lovely view of the downtown highway and were in no rush to get anywhere.
I made 2 efforts to pass you. Each time you sped up and drove bumper to bumper with the car ahead of you to prevent my move.
I want to thank you for ensuring that I don't suffer from low blood pressure (marked increase in my numbers I'm sure during the ride).
I have on last thought for you: *^&%^&(*( ^&^%&^ )*(&*&^^!!!!!!!!
Now that I ride in the HOV lane (I say H.O.V. and my daughter Brooke says hov - like it's a word - she's wrong of course, but she lives in Delaware and that's how they are up there) I see the emperors blocking traffic every day. I'm thrilled as I speed past them.
I suppose this is a commercial for ride sharing - help save the planet and lower your blood pressure at the same time. I'm saving time and money too. My monthly cost is $87.50 - MUCH cheaper than the $60 parking bill I paid plus the cost of 4 tanks of gas per month. Think about it - maybe you can form a car or van pool in your community - or join an exisiting one.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Stub Stuff
I've had this blue ticket stub for almost 2 years. It has it's own place on my desk at work. I usually don't follow instructions, but for some reason I felt a real compulsion to obey the ticket master. Number 757709 was my ticket for some drawing or the other and since it says. "keep this coupon" I'm holding on to the sucker.
It's amazing how many of my hopes and dreams have gone into my purchase of these tickets. As the number calling guy or chick begins saying the winning number, I stand in amazement - 7... YES! I have a seven! 5... Hey. That's two for two. 7... Oh. My. God. I have three of the numbers already! My little heart starts racing. I begin to sweat. 7... This is my lucky day. FOUR numbers. Woo-hoo.
I glance at my neighbor to the left. What a coincidence - he has 7577_ _ too. I sneak a look at the ticket on my right - she's another winner - maybe.
I realize that the winning numbers are the last two and that everyone has 7577_ _. My plans for my winnings are dashed as the number caller says, "9", then "6". No one raises their hand to claim the prize. The caller repeats the numbers and gives the winner 30 seconds to claim their prize.
I wait, hoping that the winner has walked away or is stuck in the bathroom or lost their winning ticket. I scan the ground for the winning ticket. Nope.
The 30 seconds finally pass and the caller begins the sequence. I won't be fooled again and I don't even look at my ticket this time until after the first four numbers have been called.
My beating heart won't be controlled and again my mouth is bone dry with anticipation. C'mon zero-nine. Mamma needs a new pair of shoes. C'mon zero-nine.
The next number is "0". Aaaaaaaah! Imma win... imma win... ooooh... Imma win!!!.
I prepare myself for the long walk to claim my prize. I wonder if I have time to add a little lip gloss and I suck in my stomach, ready to go.
"3".
I pretend to be happy for the bitch to my right who just won. Look at her - all smug and happy. Hmmmph.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Silly jali Stuff
I've been asked repeatedly throughout my life to refrain from singing.
I ignored that request back when I was 4 or 5, riding in the Dodge Dart with my family, singing "Puff the Magic Dragon" at the top of my lungs. (until my mother snatched off her flip flop and bopped me in the head)
I ignored that request when I forced my parents and their guests to be my audience as I performed my rendition of the "Alice in Wonderland" album in our living room. I could see the "request" in my parent's eyes, but since we had company, I knew that the request would remain unspoken, and since their friends were way too polite to do anything but smile politely and listen, while praying for the album to end, I had their captive ears.
I ignored that request when driving my children and their friends to the skating rink. I wisely used my time to share amazingly hip rapping skills along with my clear pure voice with all those in the mini-van.
I still love to sing. I've finally accepted that others don't understand my talent and don't appreciate my selfless efforts to entertain.
I sing along with the radio (even though I rarely know what I'm actually singing about (since it's a "crunk" station and I'm just cranky) in the car all the time. Songs get stuck in my head and I find my self singing if I'm walking alone and not really paying attention.
I usually shop late at night in the neighborhood Kroger grocery store. The store plays an in-house radio station that plays a lot of music I know.
The last night I shopped there was a real memory lane experience for me. "Africa" by Toto was playing as I walked through the produce section. Coincidentally, the showers over the veggies came on, so I was feeling the African jungle thing and I guess I was moving to the music as I sang with the lead. A cute guy stopped in the aisle and was staring a me. "Whoa", I thought, "I must be looking pretty good tonight if I'm stopping men in their tracks".
Dumb jali didn't consider that her performance might be a little much at midnight in Kroger.
I finished my performance and the guy turned to move on.
"No", I thought, "Not yet." I wheeled my cart and followed him, then did my "Boom chick a wah-wah. (You know, like the Axe commercial). I thought it would be funny and a great conversation starter.
It wasn't my greatest moment.
The guy stammered that he was in a relationship and that he'd better be going.
I guess I just amazed him by making a spectacle of myself.
Some people dance to their own beat. I sing to my own tune.
I ignored that request back when I was 4 or 5, riding in the Dodge Dart with my family, singing "Puff the Magic Dragon" at the top of my lungs. (until my mother snatched off her flip flop and bopped me in the head)
I ignored that request when I forced my parents and their guests to be my audience as I performed my rendition of the "Alice in Wonderland" album in our living room. I could see the "request" in my parent's eyes, but since we had company, I knew that the request would remain unspoken, and since their friends were way too polite to do anything but smile politely and listen, while praying for the album to end, I had their captive ears.
I ignored that request when driving my children and their friends to the skating rink. I wisely used my time to share amazingly hip rapping skills along with my clear pure voice with all those in the mini-van.
I still love to sing. I've finally accepted that others don't understand my talent and don't appreciate my selfless efforts to entertain.
I sing along with the radio (even though I rarely know what I'm actually singing about (since it's a "crunk" station and I'm just cranky) in the car all the time. Songs get stuck in my head and I find my self singing if I'm walking alone and not really paying attention.
I usually shop late at night in the neighborhood Kroger grocery store. The store plays an in-house radio station that plays a lot of music I know.
The last night I shopped there was a real memory lane experience for me. "Africa" by Toto was playing as I walked through the produce section. Coincidentally, the showers over the veggies came on, so I was feeling the African jungle thing and I guess I was moving to the music as I sang with the lead. A cute guy stopped in the aisle and was staring a me. "Whoa", I thought, "I must be looking pretty good tonight if I'm stopping men in their tracks".
Dumb jali didn't consider that her performance might be a little much at midnight in Kroger.
I finished my performance and the guy turned to move on.
"No", I thought, "Not yet." I wheeled my cart and followed him, then did my "Boom chick a wah-wah. (You know, like the Axe commercial). I thought it would be funny and a great conversation starter.
It wasn't my greatest moment.
The guy stammered that he was in a relationship and that he'd better be going.
I guess I just amazed him by making a spectacle of myself.
Some people dance to their own beat. I sing to my own tune.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Stuff stuff
I am officially a snot factory. I must have lost 20 pounds in snot and phlegm since Sunday night. I went to get some "Musilex (however it's spelled) and learned that a small bottle of the stuff costs $22.99. I bought the store brand for $8.99 and it worked pretty well.
I've been sick at home for the last couple of days and I've already gone through a box and a half of tissues. I'm writing this with pieces of tissue stuck in each nostral and I'm breathing through my mouth. I can't taste or smell anything. I have a headache. I'm grouchy as hell.
I'm writing this from my laptop AT HOME!!! Yup - I moved and have the internet at home so I'll be able to see all the videos posted to your blogs. I listened to two episodes of Laurie and DD's radio show. I'm a big gil now!
Tomorrow from work I'll send myself all my links to your pages and I'll be able to visit again. I got a couple of links from the addys I remembered, but I want to see you all.
I love my new apartment except for the occasional bug I've found. The place was spotless on inspection but once I moved in they started to show their nasty little faces. The exterminator was here yesterday and hopefully there will be no more. I'm sure it's like a comedy watching me trying to kill a bug - I'm scared it might get on me so I sort of jump around (moving target)screaming curses at the bug. I went out and bought bug spray and I DROWN their little asses in poison. I drown them. I left a bug where he croaked to warn all the other little fuckers to go away. I think it's working except I'm afraid of it every time I check to make sure it's still dead. I'll probably get Jack (my 16 year old baby)to move it for me (that's why you have kids) tomorrow.
I live in the same complex as ex-husband number two - my son Jack lives with him so I get to see him all the time now. He comes to eat although he insists he just wants to see me, and I've been trying to fix his favorite dishes and I send him home (down the block) with a plate for his late night snack with instructions NOT to feed his pops although Charles probably has a good burp courtesy of the evil ex-wife.
I'm getting used to life without Adrian. No more on that.
I'm watching the movie "Overboard" again tonight - it's one of my favorites (I have so many favorites it's ridiculous). "If you have a baby, you won't be the baby."
I'll be posting the film festival winners soon - I'm just a lazy ass sometimes. Sorry.
I've been sick at home for the last couple of days and I've already gone through a box and a half of tissues. I'm writing this with pieces of tissue stuck in each nostral and I'm breathing through my mouth. I can't taste or smell anything. I have a headache. I'm grouchy as hell.
I'm writing this from my laptop AT HOME!!! Yup - I moved and have the internet at home so I'll be able to see all the videos posted to your blogs. I listened to two episodes of Laurie and DD's radio show. I'm a big gil now!
Tomorrow from work I'll send myself all my links to your pages and I'll be able to visit again. I got a couple of links from the addys I remembered, but I want to see you all.
I love my new apartment except for the occasional bug I've found. The place was spotless on inspection but once I moved in they started to show their nasty little faces. The exterminator was here yesterday and hopefully there will be no more. I'm sure it's like a comedy watching me trying to kill a bug - I'm scared it might get on me so I sort of jump around (moving target)screaming curses at the bug. I went out and bought bug spray and I DROWN their little asses in poison. I drown them. I left a bug where he croaked to warn all the other little fuckers to go away. I think it's working except I'm afraid of it every time I check to make sure it's still dead. I'll probably get Jack (my 16 year old baby)to move it for me (that's why you have kids) tomorrow.
I live in the same complex as ex-husband number two - my son Jack lives with him so I get to see him all the time now. He comes to eat although he insists he just wants to see me, and I've been trying to fix his favorite dishes and I send him home (down the block) with a plate for his late night snack with instructions NOT to feed his pops although Charles probably has a good burp courtesy of the evil ex-wife.
I'm getting used to life without Adrian. No more on that.
I'm watching the movie "Overboard" again tonight - it's one of my favorites (I have so many favorites it's ridiculous). "If you have a baby, you won't be the baby."
I'll be posting the film festival winners soon - I'm just a lazy ass sometimes. Sorry.
Friday, October 05, 2007
News Stuff
Since this is my first entry for the week, I searched and searched, vowing to impress you guys.
In my travels across the 'net, I found the following article.
September 28 2007: 11:15 AM EDT
SEATTLE (AP) -- Ever wonder what the Seahawks' locker room tastes like after a big game?
Apparently, Jones Soda Co. thinks Seattle NFL fans want to know. The company started taking online pre-orders Thursday for a five-pack of sodas with flavors it says reflect the hard work of professional football players.
Clare Bowles, a spokeswoman for the Seattle-based company, said the four literally named flavors -- Dirt, Sports Cream, Perspiration and Natural Field Turf -- are "pretty lifelike."
"Perspiration Soda is kind of salty tasting," she said, with a slightly higher sodium content than the average soda, with a smooth, "stinky football sock" finish.
A sip of Sports Cream Soda conjures up the experience of rubbing ointment into an aching muscle, while Natural Field Turf Soda is like "playing tackle football, and you get tackled really hard, you're down on the ground and you get a little bit of the grass in your teeth," Bowles said.
The only sweet soda of the bunch, Sweet Victory, has a berry flavor.
Each bottle features the photo of a Seattle Seahawks player. Limited quantities of the five-pack will be sold in select stores starting Oct. 1.
I love football, and I've been known to enjoy a salty or tangy flavor now and then, but Perspiration Soda just ain't for me.
Did anyone catch the Chris Matthews show last Sunday evening? He used the word "dissed" twice in a discussion about the Republican candidates skipping certain debates they were invited to. Dissed. WTF???
Interesting News
Okay, it's not really news, but since the site is new to me I'm posting it as news: http://www.j-archive.com/
While I'm at it, one of my favorite game makers has added a new game to his site. It was done as a commercial job but it's as much fun as the others I've played: http://shingakunet.com/special/10054301/0285/
Personal News
I had the pleasure of having brunch with restaurant gal and lex here in Atlanta a few weeks ago. This was our first face to face meeting and we laughed and talked for hours like old girlfriends rather than like strangers.
It's amazing how close we can get through our electronic connections. The three of us were able to confide in each other without hesitation since we are already friends. I was able to tell them things that I hadn't been able to discuss with others that I see on a regular basis. My online friendships are important to me and I trust my long distant friends.
I won't share any of their hilarious stories - they'll probably blog about them sometime in the future.
I hope to see both of them again soon and hope that others may want to hang out with us next time. Tina, cleopatra and mist1 - I'm sorry that I was so last minute in making arrangements that we couldn't get you. (I moved that weekend, so things were really confused)
Dallas December 6th - 9th. Any takers? (send me an email - I'll send you my #)
Have a good weekend. I'm off to play trivia - I'm at level 13 badge - I'm addicted.
In my travels across the 'net, I found the following article.
September 28 2007: 11:15 AM EDT
SEATTLE (AP) -- Ever wonder what the Seahawks' locker room tastes like after a big game?
Apparently, Jones Soda Co. thinks Seattle NFL fans want to know. The company started taking online pre-orders Thursday for a five-pack of sodas with flavors it says reflect the hard work of professional football players.
Clare Bowles, a spokeswoman for the Seattle-based company, said the four literally named flavors -- Dirt, Sports Cream, Perspiration and Natural Field Turf -- are "pretty lifelike."
"Perspiration Soda is kind of salty tasting," she said, with a slightly higher sodium content than the average soda, with a smooth, "stinky football sock" finish.
A sip of Sports Cream Soda conjures up the experience of rubbing ointment into an aching muscle, while Natural Field Turf Soda is like "playing tackle football, and you get tackled really hard, you're down on the ground and you get a little bit of the grass in your teeth," Bowles said.
The only sweet soda of the bunch, Sweet Victory, has a berry flavor.
Each bottle features the photo of a Seattle Seahawks player. Limited quantities of the five-pack will be sold in select stores starting Oct. 1.
I love football, and I've been known to enjoy a salty or tangy flavor now and then, but Perspiration Soda just ain't for me.
Did anyone catch the Chris Matthews show last Sunday evening? He used the word "dissed" twice in a discussion about the Republican candidates skipping certain debates they were invited to. Dissed. WTF???
Interesting News
Okay, it's not really news, but since the site is new to me I'm posting it as news: http://www.j-archive.com/
While I'm at it, one of my favorite game makers has added a new game to his site. It was done as a commercial job but it's as much fun as the others I've played: http://shingakunet.com/special/10054301/0285/
Personal News
I had the pleasure of having brunch with restaurant gal and lex here in Atlanta a few weeks ago. This was our first face to face meeting and we laughed and talked for hours like old girlfriends rather than like strangers.
It's amazing how close we can get through our electronic connections. The three of us were able to confide in each other without hesitation since we are already friends. I was able to tell them things that I hadn't been able to discuss with others that I see on a regular basis. My online friendships are important to me and I trust my long distant friends.
I won't share any of their hilarious stories - they'll probably blog about them sometime in the future.
I hope to see both of them again soon and hope that others may want to hang out with us next time. Tina, cleopatra and mist1 - I'm sorry that I was so last minute in making arrangements that we couldn't get you. (I moved that weekend, so things were really confused)
Dallas December 6th - 9th. Any takers? (send me an email - I'll send you my #)
Have a good weekend. I'm off to play trivia - I'm at level 13 badge - I'm addicted.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Info Stuff
This link is the best thing I've found on the web to date! It's a wonderful find. You will thank me.
The page shows how to get past the recordings for many companies and get to a customer service rep without using up your whole lunch hour wading through their systems.
Ta-dum! www.gethuman.com
Share it with someone you love.
The page shows how to get past the recordings for many companies and get to a customer service rep without using up your whole lunch hour wading through their systems.
Ta-dum! www.gethuman.com
Share it with someone you love.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Game Stuff
Where's jali?
I've been playing trivia EVERY SINGLE DAY - all day at this addictive website. I'm not listing the addy yet, I want to give you a chance to back away and run from the room.
The site is amazing! If you like music there are quizzes on every type of music you can imagine. do you love movies? There are literally thousands of movie quizzes. Literature, humanities, science, geography, history, celebrities, people, sports are just some of the other topics available.
I thought I knew alot about my "Friends". I clicked the "TV" link, then went to the listing for the letter "f" and found a page with a listing of "Friends" quizzes which blew my mind!
I've joined the page and I play in tournaments daily - I look at it as brain exercise for the brain addled. I was invited to join a trivia team and I'm having a ball hanging with the cool kids.
I decided to star my own trivia tournament thing which you can find at Play our Daily Trivia Game! New Questions Daily!.
If you don't like my general quiz, then click the top of the page in the left corner where it says "fun quiz". That's the main screen and you can choose from there.
I'll paraphrase Paula Dean, "Come on y'all, let's play!"
I've been playing trivia EVERY SINGLE DAY - all day at this addictive website. I'm not listing the addy yet, I want to give you a chance to back away and run from the room.
The site is amazing! If you like music there are quizzes on every type of music you can imagine. do you love movies? There are literally thousands of movie quizzes. Literature, humanities, science, geography, history, celebrities, people, sports are just some of the other topics available.
I thought I knew alot about my "Friends". I clicked the "TV" link, then went to the listing for the letter "f" and found a page with a listing of "Friends" quizzes which blew my mind!
I've joined the page and I play in tournaments daily - I look at it as brain exercise for the brain addled. I was invited to join a trivia team and I'm having a ball hanging with the cool kids.
I decided to star my own trivia tournament thing which you can find at Play our Daily Trivia Game! New Questions Daily!.
If you don't like my general quiz, then click the top of the page in the left corner where it says "fun quiz". That's the main screen and you can choose from there.
I'll paraphrase Paula Dean, "Come on y'all, let's play!"
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wedding Stuff - Sonia and Tai
I don't know if any of you remember me mentioning, a few months back, that I was honored by a couple getting married and asked to do a poem as part of their wedding ceremony.
The wedding was held in a gorgeous old mansion in town (Atlanta) on a Friday night. The actual ceremony took place in the garden - the evening was beautiful - and we happily assembled outside, preparing for the formal rites.
This is the beautiful couple.
The gentlemen (I call the photo "The Usual Suspects) to the right ROBBED me the night before the wedding.
I was invited to hang out with the crew after the rehearsal and the groom's mother cooked up a storm. Homemade fried rice - noodles - homemade eggrolls - much better fare than any restaurant and I felt right at home at the couple's gorgeous house. Ater dinner the guys 'generously' invited me to hang out with them in the basement. I should have known that they were pros - they had a real poker table set up just like at the casinos. I innocently anted up my hard earned money and was taken to the cleaners in the first couple of rounds.
Since the wedding was held in a lovely old mansion, I expected a sedate reception with chamber music playing discreetly in the background. Instead the crowd partied like it was 1999.
The bride and groom made sure that there were no strangers at their reception. We all hung out together like old friends and I had a blast!
I'm looking forward to the first anniversary party!
The wedding was held in a gorgeous old mansion in town (Atlanta) on a Friday night. The actual ceremony took place in the garden - the evening was beautiful - and we happily assembled outside, preparing for the formal rites.
This is the beautiful couple.
The gentlemen (I call the photo "The Usual Suspects) to the right ROBBED me the night before the wedding.
I was invited to hang out with the crew after the rehearsal and the groom's mother cooked up a storm. Homemade fried rice - noodles - homemade eggrolls - much better fare than any restaurant and I felt right at home at the couple's gorgeous house. Ater dinner the guys 'generously' invited me to hang out with them in the basement. I should have known that they were pros - they had a real poker table set up just like at the casinos. I innocently anted up my hard earned money and was taken to the cleaners in the first couple of rounds.
Since the wedding was held in a lovely old mansion, I expected a sedate reception with chamber music playing discreetly in the background. Instead the crowd partied like it was 1999.
The bride and groom made sure that there were no strangers at their reception. We all hung out together like old friends and I had a blast!
I'm looking forward to the first anniversary party!
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
You Pick 'em Film Festival Stuff
Pick your top 5 from the list below. (Yeah - I know your personal favorite may not be listed - but just do it MY way)
Snatch
Lock, Stock and 3 Smoking Barrels
Trainspotting
A Walk In The Clouds
Babe
Clueless
Tombstone
Monsters, Inc.
Finding Forrester
Disney's Beauty and Beast
Men of Honor
The Color Purple
Now add 5 movies that are your favorites - it's okay if they're duplicates of some of mine.
I want to hold an online film festival - the top movies here (and on your blogs if you want to participate) will be viewed in the month of October and we can discuss them.
To particiapte: post your favorite films and ask your readers to pick 5 of yours and add 5 of their own. We should be able to come up with the top 5 films from all participants based on list duplications. Please drop me a line if you want to do this and I'll count your blog's results. We'll post the names of the movies at the end of September.
Snatch
Lock, Stock and 3 Smoking Barrels
Trainspotting
A Walk In The Clouds
Babe
Clueless
Tombstone
Monsters, Inc.
Finding Forrester
Disney's Beauty and Beast
Men of Honor
The Color Purple
Now add 5 movies that are your favorites - it's okay if they're duplicates of some of mine.
I want to hold an online film festival - the top movies here (and on your blogs if you want to participate) will be viewed in the month of October and we can discuss them.
To particiapte: post your favorite films and ask your readers to pick 5 of yours and add 5 of their own. We should be able to come up with the top 5 films from all participants based on list duplications. Please drop me a line if you want to do this and I'll count your blog's results. We'll post the names of the movies at the end of September.
Holiday Weekend Stuff
I had a ball this weekend folks!
On Saturday I attended the Decatur Book Festival in Decatur, Georgia. I took MARTA (public transportation) from my home in Riverdale and the ride was great. It seems that the crazies follow a regular workday schedule and no one offered to sell me DVDs or gum or tried to convince me to give my life to Jesus on the ride.
DragonCon was held in Atlanta this weekend too and there were a few interesting looking characters from SciFi/Fantasy land on the train that morning. I was tempted to get off the train and take a quick peek, but one of my favorite authors, Terry Brooks was scheduled to speak at 12:30 and seats were limited so I stayed on my train.
I'm an early bird (I HATE being late!) and I was in Decatur by 9:30 and I had time to look around, get some coffee and attend a seminar.
I live in an apartment and I've killed every plant I've ever known, but I decided to see what Walter Reeves (a locally famous gardener) had to say. He has a radio show and writes a weekly column in the newspaper. He's written quite a few books on gardening. (I paid attention during the intro)
The audience was mainly white haired southern ladies in pearls with a few husbands in attendance but just about everyone was friendly and I sat way in the front of the auditorium next to a sweet faced elder and her boyfriend (they acted as if they were on a date - I decided they were a new couple)
His talk was a lot of fun! He spoke of the reasons he got into gardening and related the story of how his parents met (a set up) and and how his mother was health conscious way back in the 50s.
He had the crowd sing along with a song about gardening. We had to stamp our feet and bang on the benches. I had a ball!
After he spoke I had time to look around downtown Decatur - I walked over to the Children's Pavilion and listened to a story for a few minutes, strolled through the Food Court, had a another coffee, and then browsed through a great little shop that sold imported home accessories. I love stores like this although most of the items are waaaay out of my price range. I just had to buy myself a souvenir of the day and I chose three delicate glass bracelets that were on sale (unbelievably cheap). The owner wrapped them very carefully, gave me a gorgeous gift bag to carry -and treated me like a valued customer. Whenever I run into some cash, I'll make it a point to patronize her shop.
Terry Brooks (author of the Shannara series, the Landover series and more) is an attorney who started writng just for the love of it. He's a New York Times bestselling author and I'm sure he's pretty wealthy, but he was down to earth and genuine. He took time to speak to all of us who waited for autographs - I even met his wife. he talked about his early career, what inspires him, how he developed his characters and his love of the craft. I was charmed by Mr. Brooks.
Tina Mcelroy Ansa (author of the series of books set in the fictional Mulburry, Ga.) spoke in the late afternoon. She read us the first chapter of her new novel and she inspired me - she started a publishing company, DownSouth Press in the spring of this year and I was so moved by some of the things she spoke of that I had to give her something. She was busy signing autographs, so I asked her husband to give her the glass bracelets from the little store for me. He took my hand and led me to the front of the line, introduced me to his wife and Tina was gracious enough to put on the bracelets immediately and she gave me a hug.
The day was perfect! I started writing as soon as I got home, and I didn't stop until maybe two the next morning. I wrote all day on Sunday (I didn't bathe until after 5pm) and then went to a cookout.(future post - I had a ball!)
I spent all day writing on Monday and I'm proud to say that I'm on page 86 of my novel, Granny and the story is getting better and better. I'm learning that my characters have things to say, and that I have to craft the story around the points they need to make. I was crying with Geneva (my star) as I was writing and I think this is going to be really good.
http://www.decaturbookfestival.com/2007/index.html
http://www.walterreeves.com/
http://www.tinamcelroyansa.com/
http://www.downsouthpress.com/
http://www.terrybrooks.net/archive/index.html
http://www.dragoncon.org/
How was your weekend?
On Saturday I attended the Decatur Book Festival in Decatur, Georgia. I took MARTA (public transportation) from my home in Riverdale and the ride was great. It seems that the crazies follow a regular workday schedule and no one offered to sell me DVDs or gum or tried to convince me to give my life to Jesus on the ride.
DragonCon was held in Atlanta this weekend too and there were a few interesting looking characters from SciFi/Fantasy land on the train that morning. I was tempted to get off the train and take a quick peek, but one of my favorite authors, Terry Brooks was scheduled to speak at 12:30 and seats were limited so I stayed on my train.
I'm an early bird (I HATE being late!) and I was in Decatur by 9:30 and I had time to look around, get some coffee and attend a seminar.
I live in an apartment and I've killed every plant I've ever known, but I decided to see what Walter Reeves (a locally famous gardener) had to say. He has a radio show and writes a weekly column in the newspaper. He's written quite a few books on gardening. (I paid attention during the intro)
The audience was mainly white haired southern ladies in pearls with a few husbands in attendance but just about everyone was friendly and I sat way in the front of the auditorium next to a sweet faced elder and her boyfriend (they acted as if they were on a date - I decided they were a new couple)
His talk was a lot of fun! He spoke of the reasons he got into gardening and related the story of how his parents met (a set up) and and how his mother was health conscious way back in the 50s.
He had the crowd sing along with a song about gardening. We had to stamp our feet and bang on the benches. I had a ball!
After he spoke I had time to look around downtown Decatur - I walked over to the Children's Pavilion and listened to a story for a few minutes, strolled through the Food Court, had a another coffee, and then browsed through a great little shop that sold imported home accessories. I love stores like this although most of the items are waaaay out of my price range. I just had to buy myself a souvenir of the day and I chose three delicate glass bracelets that were on sale (unbelievably cheap). The owner wrapped them very carefully, gave me a gorgeous gift bag to carry -and treated me like a valued customer. Whenever I run into some cash, I'll make it a point to patronize her shop.
Terry Brooks (author of the Shannara series, the Landover series and more) is an attorney who started writng just for the love of it. He's a New York Times bestselling author and I'm sure he's pretty wealthy, but he was down to earth and genuine. He took time to speak to all of us who waited for autographs - I even met his wife. he talked about his early career, what inspires him, how he developed his characters and his love of the craft. I was charmed by Mr. Brooks.
Tina Mcelroy Ansa (author of the series of books set in the fictional Mulburry, Ga.) spoke in the late afternoon. She read us the first chapter of her new novel and she inspired me - she started a publishing company, DownSouth Press in the spring of this year and I was so moved by some of the things she spoke of that I had to give her something. She was busy signing autographs, so I asked her husband to give her the glass bracelets from the little store for me. He took my hand and led me to the front of the line, introduced me to his wife and Tina was gracious enough to put on the bracelets immediately and she gave me a hug.
The day was perfect! I started writing as soon as I got home, and I didn't stop until maybe two the next morning. I wrote all day on Sunday (I didn't bathe until after 5pm) and then went to a cookout.(future post - I had a ball!)
I spent all day writing on Monday and I'm proud to say that I'm on page 86 of my novel, Granny and the story is getting better and better. I'm learning that my characters have things to say, and that I have to craft the story around the points they need to make. I was crying with Geneva (my star) as I was writing and I think this is going to be really good.
http://www.decaturbookfestival.com/2007/index.html
http://www.walterreeves.com/
http://www.tinamcelroyansa.com/
http://www.downsouthpress.com/
http://www.terrybrooks.net/archive/index.html
http://www.dragoncon.org/
How was your weekend?
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Hormonal and Other Stuff
Yesterday was a bad day.
I argued for over an hour with strangers on line about the PETA protesters. I was very annoyed with a coworker (still a bit pissed) over stupid shit. I was frustrated by my slow moving programs - all of them! I was hot as hell! You know that feeling that if one more thing happens you just might cry?
Yesterday was no different from my average Tuesday. People are argumentative online every day. My coworker hasn't changed. It's actually cooler in Atlanta this week than it's been for the last month.
Why the grouchies yesterday? I forgot my patch - my hormonal patch that I'm supposed to stick to my belly on Sunday. I was distracted after my shower by a computer game calling me (effing Zuma - can you believe it?) and I forgot all about it. I made it through Monday without incident, but yesterday I was the bitchiest nice girl you'll ever meet.
I rented a movie over the weekend and watched it last night, "March of the Penguins." I want a penguin for my next boyfriend! I'm not kidding! Penguin love is so charming and sweet. I'm sure you've all seen this movie - I just happen to have a "contrary gene" - if EVERYONE goes to see something, I won't - I don't like to jump on the bandwagon, but I really made a mistake in missing this on the big screen.
Who of you still haven't rented Snatch? Did you hear me last time? Follow my instructions now and take thee online to Blockbuster.com and rent this movie - or you can go old school and go to the store. Guy Ritchie is my dude!
There's a Ritchie film that I can't get my hands on: Revolver. Please send me a line if you have a copy - I NEED to see this. I'm willing to give...um...just contact me.
I want to get serious about an Atlanta Metro meet/greet. Who's down? C'mon, it'll be fun: food, drinks, jali talking about herself... good times.
I argued for over an hour with strangers on line about the PETA protesters. I was very annoyed with a coworker (still a bit pissed) over stupid shit. I was frustrated by my slow moving programs - all of them! I was hot as hell! You know that feeling that if one more thing happens you just might cry?
Yesterday was no different from my average Tuesday. People are argumentative online every day. My coworker hasn't changed. It's actually cooler in Atlanta this week than it's been for the last month.
Why the grouchies yesterday? I forgot my patch - my hormonal patch that I'm supposed to stick to my belly on Sunday. I was distracted after my shower by a computer game calling me (effing Zuma - can you believe it?) and I forgot all about it. I made it through Monday without incident, but yesterday I was the bitchiest nice girl you'll ever meet.
I rented a movie over the weekend and watched it last night, "March of the Penguins." I want a penguin for my next boyfriend! I'm not kidding! Penguin love is so charming and sweet. I'm sure you've all seen this movie - I just happen to have a "contrary gene" - if EVERYONE goes to see something, I won't - I don't like to jump on the bandwagon, but I really made a mistake in missing this on the big screen.
Who of you still haven't rented Snatch? Did you hear me last time? Follow my instructions now and take thee online to Blockbuster.com and rent this movie - or you can go old school and go to the store. Guy Ritchie is my dude!
There's a Ritchie film that I can't get my hands on: Revolver. Please send me a line if you have a copy - I NEED to see this. I'm willing to give...um...just contact me.
I want to get serious about an Atlanta Metro meet/greet. Who's down? C'mon, it'll be fun: food, drinks, jali talking about herself... good times.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Where's Mike Stuff
Does anyone know what happened to Mike of "Nonsense Served Almost Daily"? There are posts in Japanese on the site now. I really miss him.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Memory Stuff
I had a great childhood. My mom was an avid reader and would forget about the chicken and rice on the stove (pre-smoke alarm days - she invented "blackened" food)and travel to Europe or Africa or outer space while sitting at the kitchen table. She would literally lose herself in a novel.
I wanted to be just like my mother and I couldn't wait to learn to read. I remember that special moment when those odd squiggles on paper made sense to me and I was thrilled to be able to read all by myself. "See spot run" may not seem to be the most exciting sentence ever written, but I proudly read it aloud at the dinner table to my parents and sister (who was a baby and couldn't read - ha-ha) every night for about a week or so.
A couple of years later, my parents subscribed to "The Happy Hollisters" series of books for kids. We'd receive 2 per month - my sister and I would each grab one, go to our respective corners and devour the new stories. I'd use the night light after bedtime to sneak in a couple of extra chapters - these were detective stories and a chick needed to know 'whodunnit' as soon as possible!
By 4th or 5th grade the nuns wanted to expose us to Newbury award winners so we read "A Wrinkle In Time" and "From The Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler" - amamzing stuff for a kid. I borrowed my first "Narnia" from the school library and at around the same time snuck peeks at an "Iceburg Slim" one of my friends found. We were shocked and titillated by the graphic language and sexual situations in the Slim novels. We all pretended to understand much more than we actually understood (something I've done through the years, unfortunately).
My parents gave me a Reader's Digest Young Adults subscription for my birthday when I turned 13 - one book by mail per month with 3 or 4 novels condensed in each. I read "Little Women", "The Good Earth", "The Grapes of Wrath", "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", "The Call of the Wild', and my favorite novel ever written, "Pride and Prejudice" (which I re-read every year.)
As a young teen, armed with a library card, I spent hours choosing new worlds to explore and new authors to love. I read "Portnoy's Complaint", "To Kill a Mockingbird", "Native Son", various Agatha Christie mysteries and "The Hobbit".
All this book talk is the result of someone asking me what was the greatest gift my parent gave me. The love of reading is my immediate answer.
What do you read?
I wanted to be just like my mother and I couldn't wait to learn to read. I remember that special moment when those odd squiggles on paper made sense to me and I was thrilled to be able to read all by myself. "See spot run" may not seem to be the most exciting sentence ever written, but I proudly read it aloud at the dinner table to my parents and sister (who was a baby and couldn't read - ha-ha) every night for about a week or so.
A couple of years later, my parents subscribed to "The Happy Hollisters" series of books for kids. We'd receive 2 per month - my sister and I would each grab one, go to our respective corners and devour the new stories. I'd use the night light after bedtime to sneak in a couple of extra chapters - these were detective stories and a chick needed to know 'whodunnit' as soon as possible!
By 4th or 5th grade the nuns wanted to expose us to Newbury award winners so we read "A Wrinkle In Time" and "From The Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler" - amamzing stuff for a kid. I borrowed my first "Narnia" from the school library and at around the same time snuck peeks at an "Iceburg Slim" one of my friends found. We were shocked and titillated by the graphic language and sexual situations in the Slim novels. We all pretended to understand much more than we actually understood (something I've done through the years, unfortunately).
My parents gave me a Reader's Digest Young Adults subscription for my birthday when I turned 13 - one book by mail per month with 3 or 4 novels condensed in each. I read "Little Women", "The Good Earth", "The Grapes of Wrath", "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", "The Call of the Wild', and my favorite novel ever written, "Pride and Prejudice" (which I re-read every year.)
As a young teen, armed with a library card, I spent hours choosing new worlds to explore and new authors to love. I read "Portnoy's Complaint", "To Kill a Mockingbird", "Native Son", various Agatha Christie mysteries and "The Hobbit".
All this book talk is the result of someone asking me what was the greatest gift my parent gave me. The love of reading is my immediate answer.
What do you read?
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Quiz Stuff - this is easy!
Match the pet to the TV show:
Freeway
Married With Children
Marcel
Brady Bunch
Astro
Frasier
Buck
Hart to Hart
Tiger
Jetsons
Eddie
Friends
Freeway
Married With Children
Marcel
Brady Bunch
Astro
Frasier
Buck
Hart to Hart
Tiger
Jetsons
Eddie
Friends
Brief Complaint Stuff
On the news:
Early today, one of the morning show newscasters actually said, "Good news, the hurricane won't be coming to the US or even to the Cancun area so vacation areas won't be affected."
WTF? Good news?
What about the rest of Mexico? Are they celebrating the gulf coast's good fortune as they fight to preserve their own lives and property? The "me" attitude kills me.
On media coverage:
The newspapers and TV reporters are a bit too gleeful in reporting the Michael Vick story. After being convicted by the media, PETA and the public, then thrown to the wolves by 3 co-defendants, I don't see how he could have done anything other than plead guilty. I don't know if he's guilty or innocent of the actual crimes since allegations are all I've heard - it seems that some are quick to judgement - with or without facts.
On PETA:
The PETA marchers in Richmond, Virginia showed their love for their animals by dressing their dogs in #7 shirts in the HOT Virginia heat. I'm sure the dogs were thrilled to leave their air conditioned homes and wear cotton shirts over their fur to stand in the hot sun. What fucking hypocrits!
On language:
Why is the removal of the uterus called a hysterectomy? Why not a uterectomy? My very charming hysteria remains intact despite the hormone patch I wear. Embarrassado: why should we be embarrassed to be pregnant? If men had babies the word in Espanol might be something like "perfecto" or "gusto" or something positive. Oh - am I a man now? I don't have a womb so how can I be a wo(mb)man? At least I don't have to have another "happy period."
On marketing:
Those brats on the AT&T commercial that want their parents to switch phone, cell and internet services or "they'll be at the Wilson's" are the most annoying children on TV these days. I'd tell them, "see ya." No non-wage-earning individual has any say in utility choices in my house. Any negative comment would lead to loss of use of said utility.
Early today, one of the morning show newscasters actually said, "Good news, the hurricane won't be coming to the US or even to the Cancun area so vacation areas won't be affected."
WTF? Good news?
What about the rest of Mexico? Are they celebrating the gulf coast's good fortune as they fight to preserve their own lives and property? The "me" attitude kills me.
On media coverage:
The newspapers and TV reporters are a bit too gleeful in reporting the Michael Vick story. After being convicted by the media, PETA and the public, then thrown to the wolves by 3 co-defendants, I don't see how he could have done anything other than plead guilty. I don't know if he's guilty or innocent of the actual crimes since allegations are all I've heard - it seems that some are quick to judgement - with or without facts.
On PETA:
The PETA marchers in Richmond, Virginia showed their love for their animals by dressing their dogs in #7 shirts in the HOT Virginia heat. I'm sure the dogs were thrilled to leave their air conditioned homes and wear cotton shirts over their fur to stand in the hot sun. What fucking hypocrits!
On language:
Why is the removal of the uterus called a hysterectomy? Why not a uterectomy? My very charming hysteria remains intact despite the hormone patch I wear. Embarrassado: why should we be embarrassed to be pregnant? If men had babies the word in Espanol might be something like "perfecto" or "gusto" or something positive. Oh - am I a man now? I don't have a womb so how can I be a wo(mb)man? At least I don't have to have another "happy period."
On marketing:
Those brats on the AT&T commercial that want their parents to switch phone, cell and internet services or "they'll be at the Wilson's" are the most annoying children on TV these days. I'd tell them, "see ya." No non-wage-earning individual has any say in utility choices in my house. Any negative comment would lead to loss of use of said utility.
Friday, August 17, 2007
What A Fool Stuff
I ran across the lyrics to this, one of my favorite songs of all time today, and the truth in these words still amaze me. I had a long conversation with someone back in my long ago just last night, but the difference is, that what we had (back in Delaware) was real. I never imagined we would talk about the good times the way we did last night, or that I would be moved to tears. I hope to speak with him again soon.
I've run into a couple of PP's (partners from the past) who these lyrics really DO apply to. My memory might be of my escape from their clutches - they remember the "good times."
What A Fool Believes - The Doobie Brothers
"He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool don't see
Tryin' hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life
She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes ... he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him ...
Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, she will return
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes ... he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing
There's nothing at all
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing
There's nothing at all
But what a fool believes he sees ...
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing"
I've run into a couple of PP's (partners from the past) who these lyrics really DO apply to. My memory might be of my escape from their clutches - they remember the "good times."
What A Fool Believes - The Doobie Brothers
"He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool don't see
Tryin' hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life
She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes ... he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him ...
Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, she will return
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes ... he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing
There's nothing at all
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing
There's nothing at all
But what a fool believes he sees ...
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems ... to be
Is always better than nothing"
Thursday, August 16, 2007
I'm Back Stuff
The name of this photo is "sick jali" - stuff like this happens when I have time on my hands and NOTHING to do. This is a camera phone shot of "sick jali" looking bored and grouchy. The hair is artistically arranged (heh-heh-heh)
Hi Everybody,
I have tears in my eyes from reading all the womderful notes you guys sent me. Thanks so much all!
I'm back at work today (finally) and will spend the time visiting all of your pages instead of writing. I REALLY missed you blogland family!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
I Love U Guys Stuff
My beautiful daughter Dalerie just read me all the comments, and I am so touched. Everything went fine...Although I am still trying to fart so that I can go home(wish you were here smile). I love you guys!!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Medical Stuff
The answer to last week's movie quiz is Snatch. If you haven't seen it, get to steppin' and rent the DVD immesdiately.
I'll be out of here for 4 - 6 weeks folks. I'm having "use it or lose it" surgery, otherwise known as a hysterectomy tomorrow. I don't have the 'net at home so I won't be able to visit with you guys until I come back to work.
Please KNOW that I love you guys!
I'll be out of here for 4 - 6 weeks folks. I'm having "use it or lose it" surgery, otherwise known as a hysterectomy tomorrow. I don't have the 'net at home so I won't be able to visit with you guys until I come back to work.
Please KNOW that I love you guys!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Movie Quote Quiz Stuff
All the quotes below are from my new favorite film of all time. The dialogue is so well written and performed that I'm going to watch it again tonight. Do you guys know this outstanding movie?
(Hint: the director of the film uses one of his wife's musical hit's during a long scene involving a neck and a window.)
(Hint: The star of the film also appeared in a film where adrenelin was very important)
"Why the *beep* do I want a caravan thats got no *beep* wheels!?"
"For protection against what? Zee Germans?"
"Would you like to claim anything?"
"Yea. Don't go to England."
"You been using dog *beep* for toothpaste, Mullet?"
"I *beep* hate pikeys!"
'what do you mean look inside the dog, he aint a tin of baked beans is he??'
"You mean Boris the Blade... Boris the Bulletdodger?"
"Yea"
"Why do they call him the Bulletdodger?"
"Because he dodges bullets, Avi."
"The fact that you've got "REPLICA" written down the side of your gun, and the fact that I've got "DESERT EAGLE .50" written down the side mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence."
BIG HINT BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This should make it easy!
(Hint: the director of the film uses one of his wife's musical hit's during a long scene involving a neck and a window.)
(Hint: The star of the film also appeared in a film where adrenelin was very important)
"Why the *beep* do I want a caravan thats got no *beep* wheels!?"
"For protection against what? Zee Germans?"
"Would you like to claim anything?"
"Yea. Don't go to England."
"You been using dog *beep* for toothpaste, Mullet?"
"I *beep* hate pikeys!"
'what do you mean look inside the dog, he aint a tin of baked beans is he??'
"You mean Boris the Blade... Boris the Bulletdodger?"
"Yea"
"Why do they call him the Bulletdodger?"
"Because he dodges bullets, Avi."
"The fact that you've got "REPLICA" written down the side of your gun, and the fact that I've got "DESERT EAGLE .50" written down the side mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence."
BIG HINT BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This should make it easy!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Weekend Stuff
Oh, the exciting life I live!
I think most people look forward to the weekend so that they can attend fabulous parties, do cool stuff I've never heard of, and generally just have a ball beginning Friday night and lasting until the late hours on Sunday.
I, on the other hand, leave work on Friday evening smiling, ever hopeful that I'll be a part of the weekend fun, but knowing that since I have nothing planned, the chances for excitement are slim to none.
Slim to none. Damn.
I imagine myself a party chick, a fun person - maybe even one of the cool kids.
Nope.
On Friday, immediately after work, I went to the first meeting of the Science Fiction Book Club that I started. There were five of us there discussing the book, Starship Troopers, by Robert Heinlein. We talked for about two hours and parted, secure that every single point made in the novel was discussed repeatedly from every angle. I only drank sweet tea (unlike others and you know who you are!) so I can't blame gin for my geekiness this time. I guess I just love gatherings like this with other sci-fi lovers. (Anyone is welcome to join - send me an email.)
After an exciting ride home on public transportation I began my Friday evening ritual: I turned on the TV and watched crap until Adrian got home from work and took over posession of the remote so that he could righteously take over the control of the crap we watched until I went to bed.
Saturday morning held the promise of possible excitement and I suppose fighting for a dryer at the laundromat might be considered excitement by some. I get pissed when people wash their clothing elsewhere, and try to grab up all the dryers so that we suckers with clothes in the wash get stuck waiting in the non airconditioned space for a lot longer than needed. I'll admit it: I'm a snitch sometimes. I asked the attendendant to limit the dryers the "washed my shit elsewhere" lady could use and she was pissed with me. Pissed probably doesn't really cover it. The young chippie threw me a few looks of death and mumbled under her breath, but I stood firm in my righteousness and used the very dryer she had her cold little heart set on. Ha!
After all the excitement (cue crickets) it was time to take my 15 year old son to get his weekly braids. He uses a different hairstylist or salon every week, so I never know where we need to go and how much the braids will cost me. He likes to surprise his old mom, not with gifts, but with situations. He was the kid who would tell me in the car, on the way to school that he needed exactly $3.27 (no checks) in a legal envelope that very morning so that he could go on the trip with his class, "it's the last day, Mommy!".
This week, my wonderful (dripping with sarcasm) ex-husband decided to put his spin on things so that I learned AFTER I drove to his house and waited in the Atlanta heat and humidity for days it seemed, that in celebration of Father's Day, he would be taking our child to the hairdresser although my participation in payment was still required. He'd call me later to let me know.
Hot and annoyed I decided to stop for gas on the way home. There were lines since the price for regular was only $2.89. I finally made it close to a pump - the guy in front of me had a mid-sized car, so I didn't anticipate a long wait.
Wrong!
Dude decided to wash his windows with the convenient squeegie and the free inky water (that's NEVER changed) at the side of the pump. Usually it's cool, since it takes time to fill up a tank. The only problem was that dude wasn't gassing up. He was window washing. Yup - On one of the hottest, sweatiest days of the year, this fine young cannibal decides to wash his windows KNOWING that there was a long line of hot and sweaty people waiting to buy gas.
Once he finished his car hygeine he begins his STROLL to the convenience store and cash register.
After a wait that seemed like forever, he finally returned to his car (that I was beginning to think he abandoned) with a 64 ounce fountain soda and what looked like nachos. He spend a ridiculous amount of time placing his food and drink in the car then sidled over to the actual pump and finally started filling his tank.
As he pulled out I beeped my horn and stuck out my tongue. He pulled around the pump area and into a regular parking space in front of the store. He strolled back over to me and asked, truly mystified, why I stuck out my tongue. Clueless isn't just a movie.
I explained that watching the car wash ritual and then waiting for someone in the brutal Georgia heat wasn't as much fun as it sounded.
He was truly apologetic and offered to take me out as a peace offering. Since he was humble, cute and available...
Did you guys think I'd go out with a selfish dude like that? (those of you who are saying, "begger can't be choosers", need to quit!)
Of course I declined. For someone with no other offers on the horizon, I just may have blown a good thing, but insensitivity and lack of empathy aren't really that high on my list of qualities in a man.
I was pleasantly surprised that the braids were a mere $25 this week and that my son was actually ready to leave for home by the time I arrived. Since it was "defer to him, shut up and just be nice" weekend (Father's Day) I dropped Jack off with his dad and went on to explore bigger and better things.
(Adrian left the house early that morning to help a co-worker with his fledging landscaping business. This guy worked every Saturday for a couple of hours and needed a
I had an afternoon of unlimited opportunities ahead of me so I went home and watched more crap on TV.
I sent Adrian encouraging texts during commercials like "don't be a doo-doo head" and "I forbid you to sweat" to help his torturous ordeal pass more quickly. (He calls me annoying for very legitimate reasons).
Adrian has a very light complexion, and was a brighter red than "Larry the Lobster" when he got home that night. Adrian was pissed and we spent most of the evening cursing the demon that spawned his coworker who paid Adrian a measly $70 for more than 12 hours of hard labor in the hot sun.
Following that special brand of excitement I went to bed and slept restlessly until my Tylenol PMs kicked in. I take the Tylenol so that my bad dreams last quite a bit longer than necessary.
Sunday was so eventful that the day passed by in a blur. Grocery shopping and hair washing were the main two fun activites of the day.
Last night as a special treat, A and I went to Blockbuster to return tapes and pick up a few. Of course none of the recent releases were available, so we picked the best of the worst (after Adrian checked EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TITLE in the store).
We watched the beginning of a truly awful film and decided to just quit and go to bed.
How was your weekend?
I think most people look forward to the weekend so that they can attend fabulous parties, do cool stuff I've never heard of, and generally just have a ball beginning Friday night and lasting until the late hours on Sunday.
I, on the other hand, leave work on Friday evening smiling, ever hopeful that I'll be a part of the weekend fun, but knowing that since I have nothing planned, the chances for excitement are slim to none.
Slim to none. Damn.
I imagine myself a party chick, a fun person - maybe even one of the cool kids.
Nope.
On Friday, immediately after work, I went to the first meeting of the Science Fiction Book Club that I started. There were five of us there discussing the book, Starship Troopers, by Robert Heinlein. We talked for about two hours and parted, secure that every single point made in the novel was discussed repeatedly from every angle. I only drank sweet tea (unlike others and you know who you are!) so I can't blame gin for my geekiness this time. I guess I just love gatherings like this with other sci-fi lovers. (Anyone is welcome to join - send me an email.)
After an exciting ride home on public transportation I began my Friday evening ritual: I turned on the TV and watched crap until Adrian got home from work and took over posession of the remote so that he could righteously take over the control of the crap we watched until I went to bed.
Saturday morning held the promise of possible excitement and I suppose fighting for a dryer at the laundromat might be considered excitement by some. I get pissed when people wash their clothing elsewhere, and try to grab up all the dryers so that we suckers with clothes in the wash get stuck waiting in the non airconditioned space for a lot longer than needed. I'll admit it: I'm a snitch sometimes. I asked the attendendant to limit the dryers the "washed my shit elsewhere" lady could use and she was pissed with me. Pissed probably doesn't really cover it. The young chippie threw me a few looks of death and mumbled under her breath, but I stood firm in my righteousness and used the very dryer she had her cold little heart set on. Ha!
After all the excitement (cue crickets) it was time to take my 15 year old son to get his weekly braids. He uses a different hairstylist or salon every week, so I never know where we need to go and how much the braids will cost me. He likes to surprise his old mom, not with gifts, but with situations. He was the kid who would tell me in the car, on the way to school that he needed exactly $3.27 (no checks) in a legal envelope that very morning so that he could go on the trip with his class, "it's the last day, Mommy!".
This week, my wonderful (dripping with sarcasm) ex-husband decided to put his spin on things so that I learned AFTER I drove to his house and waited in the Atlanta heat and humidity for days it seemed, that in celebration of Father's Day, he would be taking our child to the hairdresser although my participation in payment was still required. He'd call me later to let me know.
Hot and annoyed I decided to stop for gas on the way home. There were lines since the price for regular was only $2.89. I finally made it close to a pump - the guy in front of me had a mid-sized car, so I didn't anticipate a long wait.
Wrong!
Dude decided to wash his windows with the convenient squeegie and the free inky water (that's NEVER changed) at the side of the pump. Usually it's cool, since it takes time to fill up a tank. The only problem was that dude wasn't gassing up. He was window washing. Yup - On one of the hottest, sweatiest days of the year, this fine young cannibal decides to wash his windows KNOWING that there was a long line of hot and sweaty people waiting to buy gas.
Once he finished his car hygeine he begins his STROLL to the convenience store and cash register.
After a wait that seemed like forever, he finally returned to his car (that I was beginning to think he abandoned) with a 64 ounce fountain soda and what looked like nachos. He spend a ridiculous amount of time placing his food and drink in the car then sidled over to the actual pump and finally started filling his tank.
As he pulled out I beeped my horn and stuck out my tongue. He pulled around the pump area and into a regular parking space in front of the store. He strolled back over to me and asked, truly mystified, why I stuck out my tongue. Clueless isn't just a movie.
I explained that watching the car wash ritual and then waiting for someone in the brutal Georgia heat wasn't as much fun as it sounded.
He was truly apologetic and offered to take me out as a peace offering. Since he was humble, cute and available...
Did you guys think I'd go out with a selfish dude like that? (those of you who are saying, "begger can't be choosers", need to quit!)
Of course I declined. For someone with no other offers on the horizon, I just may have blown a good thing, but insensitivity and lack of empathy aren't really that high on my list of qualities in a man.
I was pleasantly surprised that the braids were a mere $25 this week and that my son was actually ready to leave for home by the time I arrived. Since it was "defer to him, shut up and just be nice" weekend (Father's Day) I dropped Jack off with his dad and went on to explore bigger and better things.
(Adrian left the house early that morning to help a co-worker with his fledging landscaping business. This guy worked every Saturday for a couple of hours and needed a
little extra helpand offered Adrian $60 or $70 to go with him. He neglected to share some pretty pertinent information with Adrian. He was doing a new Senior's complex and anticipated the work to last the whole day. $60 to work in the sweltering heat for a whole day isn't cool.)
I had an afternoon of unlimited opportunities ahead of me so I went home and watched more crap on TV.
I sent Adrian encouraging texts during commercials like "don't be a doo-doo head" and "I forbid you to sweat" to help his torturous ordeal pass more quickly. (He calls me annoying for very legitimate reasons).
Adrian has a very light complexion, and was a brighter red than "Larry the Lobster" when he got home that night. Adrian was pissed and we spent most of the evening cursing the demon that spawned his coworker who paid Adrian a measly $70 for more than 12 hours of hard labor in the hot sun.
Following that special brand of excitement I went to bed and slept restlessly until my Tylenol PMs kicked in. I take the Tylenol so that my bad dreams last quite a bit longer than necessary.
Sunday was so eventful that the day passed by in a blur. Grocery shopping and hair washing were the main two fun activites of the day.
Last night as a special treat, A and I went to Blockbuster to return tapes and pick up a few. Of course none of the recent releases were available, so we picked the best of the worst (after Adrian checked EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TITLE in the store).
We watched the beginning of a truly awful film and decided to just quit and go to bed.
How was your weekend?
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Bloggity Blog Hater Stuff
It always amazes me that most of the people I know in RL don't read blogs at all. I send out links to wonderful pages and great information by outstanding writers, but they're just not interested. I'm surprised by the number of people who have never heard the term "blog" before and who ask me exactly what's the point. I generally go into the shortened "from the word 'weblog' " explanation and give them a quickie on some of the types of pages I've seen - I've offered links to different blog hosting services and waited for the announcement that there's a new kid on the block out there.
I've watched people's eyes kind of glaze over sometimes when I'm discussing blogging, and I realize that this phenomenon just isn't for everyone. (My head realizes it - but my heart still doesn't get it).
I've been warned not to give up too much info about the wonder that is jali - if I do, the "internet stalkers" will get me. I've been told that my online family members are actually nuts who type with one desperate hand while naked and masterbating and that it's impossible to make real friends online.
I've met some of you guys - and you're as perverted as me - and I loves ya.
Are your RL friends and family members bloggers? If not are they supporters?
I've watched people's eyes kind of glaze over sometimes when I'm discussing blogging, and I realize that this phenomenon just isn't for everyone. (My head realizes it - but my heart still doesn't get it).
I've been warned not to give up too much info about the wonder that is jali - if I do, the "internet stalkers" will get me. I've been told that my online family members are actually nuts who type with one desperate hand while naked and masterbating and that it's impossible to make real friends online.
I've met some of you guys - and you're as perverted as me - and I loves ya.
Are your RL friends and family members bloggers? If not are they supporters?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Bunch 'O Stuff
Are you in the mood for some rambling on and on, with no real main point?
Here ya go:
I'm a walking, talking (well sometime mumbling) racial stereotype - so I've been told by unnamed family menbers. I love fried chicken and watermelon is my favorite fruit. I'm an embarrassment to some. (sidetrack" I hate the words "embarrasado" and "hysteria" because of they seem to imply that pregnancy is an embarrassment and that hysteria is a women's thing) back to our story
I have family members that don't want me to order these delicious treats when out in public. They want to keep my behavior a secret. These family members would probably try to "pass" if they were a little lighter in complexion and anything that points to "non-mainstream" as one cousin calls it is taboo to them. (sellouts!!!)
These are the same family members who looked at me in disgust when I first started loc'ing my hair and my head was covered in the little baby nubs. (you cut all processed or relaxed hair off so that your hair will loc and the new growth is twisted into little baby dreads which I call nubs). One relative started calling me "Whoopie" (for Ms. Goldberg) - another asked if I were a gay radical since I "wanted to look like one". Yet another would hum the "Roots" theme music when I'd walk into a room. These are college educated people with ingrained self hatred I suppose.
I didn't realize how closed minded my own family could be - or how much some of them judge a persons's worth by their appearance.
I can be cruel sometimes, so if I find myself out and about with one of these pretentious biddies, I'll always be sure to order my chicken fried and my watermelon cool. The horrified looks on their faces is always worth it.
I don't dislike Paris Hilton. If paparazzi followed me 24/7, I'll bet they'd find some dirt to publish. I don't run around "commando" style (except possibly on laundry day) so there wouldn't be interesting snatch photos, but I'm not as sweet as I used to be. (can anyone name the movie the bold face quote is taken from?) and I'd probably be caught doing something embarrassing.
It's true that Paris has been a bit of a media hound, but I think that it's gotten way out of her control. I didn't laugh when she was sent back to jail last week. I tried to imagine the feeling of being confined even just for a week and I hope she's okay. (I just got stopped for tags and could have gone to jail myself - the officer was pretty cool in just writing me a ticket.) If her mother had given her more than just an appreciation for material things then she may not be in this situation. If I can have empathy for others without home training, then I can feel concerned for Paris Hilton too.
Confession time:
I've been watching quite a bit of Far from reality TV. I'm fascinated by the girls in "Charm School". Fascinated. No one I know speaks the way they do, dresses like them or fights so easily. It's like watching a National Geographic special on hyenas or tarantulas - they're ugly but interesting.
I've also been watching the "Real World Reunion" of the Las Vegas group. Oh. My. God. (this time TV character quote). The two black chicks, Alyssa and Aryanne (however you spell it) are such dramatic little twerps. They're either crying, shouting or doing that black girl neck thing. I can't seem to look away.
Saddest confession - I watch "My Sweet Sixteen" in horror, but I keep tuning in. Total lack of class or kindness and these are children. The parents (loosely using term) are idiots with too much money.
In the last month or two I've also watched Australia's Next Top Model, America's Next Top Model, American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, and Top Chef.
I think I need to step away from the television.
Here ya go:
I'm a walking, talking (well sometime mumbling) racial stereotype - so I've been told by unnamed family menbers. I love fried chicken and watermelon is my favorite fruit. I'm an embarrassment to some. (sidetrack" I hate the words "embarrasado" and "hysteria" because of they seem to imply that pregnancy is an embarrassment and that hysteria is a women's thing) back to our story
I have family members that don't want me to order these delicious treats when out in public. They want to keep my behavior a secret. These family members would probably try to "pass" if they were a little lighter in complexion and anything that points to "non-mainstream" as one cousin calls it is taboo to them. (sellouts!!!)
These are the same family members who looked at me in disgust when I first started loc'ing my hair and my head was covered in the little baby nubs. (you cut all processed or relaxed hair off so that your hair will loc and the new growth is twisted into little baby dreads which I call nubs). One relative started calling me "Whoopie" (for Ms. Goldberg) - another asked if I were a gay radical since I "wanted to look like one". Yet another would hum the "Roots" theme music when I'd walk into a room. These are college educated people with ingrained self hatred I suppose.
I didn't realize how closed minded my own family could be - or how much some of them judge a persons's worth by their appearance.
I can be cruel sometimes, so if I find myself out and about with one of these pretentious biddies, I'll always be sure to order my chicken fried and my watermelon cool. The horrified looks on their faces is always worth it.
I don't dislike Paris Hilton. If paparazzi followed me 24/7, I'll bet they'd find some dirt to publish. I don't run around "commando" style (except possibly on laundry day) so there wouldn't be interesting snatch photos, but I'm not as sweet as I used to be. (can anyone name the movie the bold face quote is taken from?) and I'd probably be caught doing something embarrassing.
It's true that Paris has been a bit of a media hound, but I think that it's gotten way out of her control. I didn't laugh when she was sent back to jail last week. I tried to imagine the feeling of being confined even just for a week and I hope she's okay. (I just got stopped for tags and could have gone to jail myself - the officer was pretty cool in just writing me a ticket.) If her mother had given her more than just an appreciation for material things then she may not be in this situation. If I can have empathy for others without home training, then I can feel concerned for Paris Hilton too.
Confession time:
I've been watching quite a bit of Far from reality TV. I'm fascinated by the girls in "Charm School". Fascinated. No one I know speaks the way they do, dresses like them or fights so easily. It's like watching a National Geographic special on hyenas or tarantulas - they're ugly but interesting.
I've also been watching the "Real World Reunion" of the Las Vegas group. Oh. My. God. (this time TV character quote). The two black chicks, Alyssa and Aryanne (however you spell it) are such dramatic little twerps. They're either crying, shouting or doing that black girl neck thing. I can't seem to look away.
Saddest confession - I watch "My Sweet Sixteen" in horror, but I keep tuning in. Total lack of class or kindness and these are children. The parents (loosely using term) are idiots with too much money.
In the last month or two I've also watched Australia's Next Top Model, America's Next Top Model, American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, and Top Chef.
I think I need to step away from the television.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Game Stuff (Must be a TV person from the 80's and 90's)
Match the characters to their partners. Then Name their shows.
Thomas S. Magnum
Mel Sharples
Sonny Crockett
Heathcliff Huxtable
Kate McArdle
David Addison
Insp. Steve Keller
Laura Holt
Carol Kester Bondurant
Dr. Robert Hartley
Felix Unger
Jonathan Quayle Higgins
Oscar Madison
Alice Hyatt
Rico Tubbs
Lt. Mike Stone
Remington Steele
Clair Huxtable
Allison Lowell
Maddie Hayes
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answers:
Thomas S. Magnum and Jonathan Quayle Higgins - Magnum P.I.
Mel Sharples and Alice Hyatt - Alice
Sonny Crockett and Rico Tubbs - Miami Vice
Heathcliff Huxtable and Clair Huxtable - The Bill Cosby Show
Kate McArdle and Allison Lowell - Kate and Allie
David Addison and Maddie Hayes - Moonlighting
Insp. Steve Keller and Lt. Mike Stone - The Streets of San Francisco
Laura Holt and Remington Steele - Remington Steele
Carol Bondurant and Dr. Robert Hartley - The Bob Newhart Show (original version)
Felix Unger and Oscar Madison - The Odd Couple
Thomas S. Magnum
Mel Sharples
Sonny Crockett
Heathcliff Huxtable
Kate McArdle
David Addison
Insp. Steve Keller
Laura Holt
Carol Kester Bondurant
Dr. Robert Hartley
Felix Unger
Jonathan Quayle Higgins
Oscar Madison
Alice Hyatt
Rico Tubbs
Lt. Mike Stone
Remington Steele
Clair Huxtable
Allison Lowell
Maddie Hayes
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answers:
Thomas S. Magnum and Jonathan Quayle Higgins - Magnum P.I.
Mel Sharples and Alice Hyatt - Alice
Sonny Crockett and Rico Tubbs - Miami Vice
Heathcliff Huxtable and Clair Huxtable - The Bill Cosby Show
Kate McArdle and Allison Lowell - Kate and Allie
David Addison and Maddie Hayes - Moonlighting
Insp. Steve Keller and Lt. Mike Stone - The Streets of San Francisco
Laura Holt and Remington Steele - Remington Steele
Carol Bondurant and Dr. Robert Hartley - The Bob Newhart Show (original version)
Felix Unger and Oscar Madison - The Odd Couple
Blog of The Week Stuff
http://problemchildbride.com/blog
Go to this weblog.
Read it.
Laugh.
Rinse.
Repeat daily.
She's Scottish (think Trainspotting but no heroin) so take your time reading. Have a ball reading the archives. Share her with your friends.
Go to this weblog.
Read it.
Laugh.
Rinse.
Repeat daily.
She's Scottish (think Trainspotting but no heroin) so take your time reading. Have a ball reading the archives. Share her with your friends.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Movie Stuff
I spent part of the weekend watching rentals from Blockbuster. I'm doing another unsolicited review.
Paycheck was a movie I don't remember adding to my Blockbuster queue and I reluctantly sat down to watch it. When the beginning credits listed Ben Afleck as the star, I almost turned it off (despite his lovely face and physique - he's sexy as hell to me, but he doesn't seem to usually pick movies I like - except for his Kevin Smith appearances - Chasing Amy is a great movie IMHO)but decided to give it a few minutes - I'm glad I did. Sci-Fi!!!!!
I love Sci-Fi and any movie based on a Phillip Dick story is worth watching. In Paycheck, Ben Afleck's character Michael Jennings is an engineer who works on secret or classified projects then has his memory erased for that period of time. We watch the erasure process - dangerous - but worth it to him. The jobs generally last for less than 3 months.
His buddy James offers him a job that's expected to take 3 years and convinces him that the big ($90,000,000) paycheck will be worth it.
I don't like spoilers so you have to rent it to get to the meat. I thought it was good.
Alpha Dog on the other hand could have been called "F'd up people behaving badly". The acting was decent - in some cases excellent, but the (true) story was appalling. It's difficult for me to imagine young men and women really doing all the things the film shows us. The message I got was parents with money lack parenting skills. (I thought Justin Timberlake was great - I just hated the movie) Quote from Adrian: "That was foul."
Slingshot stars David Arquette and Balthazar Getty. This is the convoluted film from hell. I have nothing else to say.
I just took a look at my Blockbuster queue and saw that Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow was another film I watched (well tried to watch) this weekend. Despite the sci-fi I could not watch this boring (boring like the Superman TV show from the 50's boring) movie for more than 20 minutes. Do not rent this unless you're having trouble sleeping or you want to punish someone. Yawn.
Paycheck was a movie I don't remember adding to my Blockbuster queue and I reluctantly sat down to watch it. When the beginning credits listed Ben Afleck as the star, I almost turned it off (despite his lovely face and physique - he's sexy as hell to me, but he doesn't seem to usually pick movies I like - except for his Kevin Smith appearances - Chasing Amy is a great movie IMHO)but decided to give it a few minutes - I'm glad I did. Sci-Fi!!!!!
I love Sci-Fi and any movie based on a Phillip Dick story is worth watching. In Paycheck, Ben Afleck's character Michael Jennings is an engineer who works on secret or classified projects then has his memory erased for that period of time. We watch the erasure process - dangerous - but worth it to him. The jobs generally last for less than 3 months.
His buddy James offers him a job that's expected to take 3 years and convinces him that the big ($90,000,000) paycheck will be worth it.
I don't like spoilers so you have to rent it to get to the meat. I thought it was good.
Alpha Dog on the other hand could have been called "F'd up people behaving badly". The acting was decent - in some cases excellent, but the (true) story was appalling. It's difficult for me to imagine young men and women really doing all the things the film shows us. The message I got was parents with money lack parenting skills. (I thought Justin Timberlake was great - I just hated the movie) Quote from Adrian: "That was foul."
Slingshot stars David Arquette and Balthazar Getty. This is the convoluted film from hell. I have nothing else to say.
I just took a look at my Blockbuster queue and saw that Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow was another film I watched (well tried to watch) this weekend. Despite the sci-fi I could not watch this boring (boring like the Superman TV show from the 50's boring) movie for more than 20 minutes. Do not rent this unless you're having trouble sleeping or you want to punish someone. Yawn.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Scrubs Stuff
Before reading this thread: I never really thought much about the TV show "Scrubs". After answering quite a few of the questions correctly I've come to realize that...
I'm a Scrubbie - and I'm proud. (you know, like Trekkies - only we just wear scrubs...or date scrubs...or we scrub non porous surfaces)
I've decided to have a Scrubs trivia game (yes I copied some of the questions from the Dope board.)
1. What actor does Dr. Cox dislike with an amazing intensity?
2. Why does Carla's brother HATE Turk?
3. The show has taught us the way to stop men from listening to women's conversations. What technique is used?
4. Why was the original divorce of Jordin and Dr. Cox invalid?
5. Name Ted's a capella band.
6. What did The Janitor get as a birthday gift when he turned 12?
7. What's a "stinkbug"?
8. What did J.D. do to get Turk's frat brothers so angry?
9. What disease does Turk use to get Carla's sympathies?
10. Who's sister did J.D. take to the fair with Dr. Cox and Jordin?
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Nice Guy Stuff
I've been hitting links all morning and came across a page I like. (link http://www.heartless-bitches.com/rants/niceguys/comments35.shtml) The page had a whole section dedicated to "Nice Guys" and I was inspired to write a bit about nice guys here.
I've dated guys that I had to leave because of boredom. For some reason, my friends and I classified these dudes as "nice guys" and we decided that "that" type of dude wouldn't cut it - not for the fly chicks of Hollis, Queens in 1975.
The basic premise carried over into my adult life and I never questioned the authenticity of the title I hung on these dudes. I just avoided them (nice guys)as I did the dentally impaired (no teefus), the commonsenseless (stupido), the too cheap to tip idiots, the still living with their moms goofballs and the too much cologne - too little soap gents (stinkies).
I have coworkers, neighbors and associates who I deem "nice guys" based on one commonality: boooooooring. They'll tell me stories of women who dump them for "bad boys" and wonder why "nice guys always finish last." i use to sympathize - now I know better.
I realize that the self proclaimed nice guys aren't necessarily nice -a guy can be as boring as hell because he's a self centered bitch. Some of the boring guys can only discuss Star Wars or Spiderman with any animation - ask about the federal deficit or the immigration debate and the conversation falls flat.
I dated a guy a few years ago that I decided would be good for me because he was so nice. (meaning not very hot, but not embarassingly uncool) He seemed generous and kind - he invited me to Atlantic City for our first date for dinner.
We took a long walk down the boardwalk and I learned that he was an excellent listener (know better now translation: he had ZERO to add to the conversation.) The first kiss was miserably unsexy but I looked at his lack of skill as charming - I would teach him. (never again)
As we began dating more frequently, (I was determined that I needed a "nice guy" so I told myself to stick it out) I learned some disturbing things - he didn't tip well( he wasn't generous unless there would be a direct benefit to himself), and he could be unbelieveably set in his ways. He was corny - he wanted to walk around the mall holding my hand and I went through with it reluctantly the first couple of times. The third weekend in a row that he wanted to take me to the mall (to fucking walk around holding hands) was the eyeopener. I couldn't hack it with this boring, selfish, color by number stay within the lines guy anymore.
Nice guys that finish last aren't really nice guys at all (I said "atall" like Forrest Gump). They're whiney boring guys.
I've dated guys that I had to leave because of boredom. For some reason, my friends and I classified these dudes as "nice guys" and we decided that "that" type of dude wouldn't cut it - not for the fly chicks of Hollis, Queens in 1975.
The basic premise carried over into my adult life and I never questioned the authenticity of the title I hung on these dudes. I just avoided them (nice guys)as I did the dentally impaired (no teefus), the commonsenseless (stupido), the too cheap to tip idiots, the still living with their moms goofballs and the too much cologne - too little soap gents (stinkies).
I have coworkers, neighbors and associates who I deem "nice guys" based on one commonality: boooooooring. They'll tell me stories of women who dump them for "bad boys" and wonder why "nice guys always finish last." i use to sympathize - now I know better.
I realize that the self proclaimed nice guys aren't necessarily nice -a guy can be as boring as hell because he's a self centered bitch. Some of the boring guys can only discuss Star Wars or Spiderman with any animation - ask about the federal deficit or the immigration debate and the conversation falls flat.
I dated a guy a few years ago that I decided would be good for me because he was so nice. (meaning not very hot, but not embarassingly uncool) He seemed generous and kind - he invited me to Atlantic City for our first date for dinner.
We took a long walk down the boardwalk and I learned that he was an excellent listener (know better now translation: he had ZERO to add to the conversation.) The first kiss was miserably unsexy but I looked at his lack of skill as charming - I would teach him. (never again)
As we began dating more frequently, (I was determined that I needed a "nice guy" so I told myself to stick it out) I learned some disturbing things - he didn't tip well( he wasn't generous unless there would be a direct benefit to himself), and he could be unbelieveably set in his ways. He was corny - he wanted to walk around the mall holding my hand and I went through with it reluctantly the first couple of times. The third weekend in a row that he wanted to take me to the mall (to fucking walk around holding hands) was the eyeopener. I couldn't hack it with this boring, selfish, color by number stay within the lines guy anymore.
Nice guys that finish last aren't really nice guys at all (I said "atall" like Forrest Gump). They're whiney boring guys.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Complaining Stuff
1. I'm sick to death of the Oil of Olay commercials featuring 22 year old models illustrating how well their "age defying" shit works. Do they think we're really that stupid?
2. I'm sick of the car commercials quoting prices and showing vehicles with a small print disclaimers advising that cars as shown are about 6,000 bucks more than the prices they just quoted. All of the car companies do it.
3. I'm sick of late night TV being "sell you some stupid shit you don't need" for 3 easy payments of $29.95 time. Natural cures the gov't doesn't want you to know about, weight loss miracle drugs, hip-hop abs, penny stock investments, miracle workout your lower abs balls, government home auctions, clear your acne like Britney did in these (retouched) photos, make you glow - then get you a man miracle face powders, Jack LaLane miracle juicers, choppers, fryers, broilers, steamers, dehydrators, vacuumers, air purifyers - these are almost all available for 4 - no, call within the next 6 minutes and we'll make it just 3 easy payments of $29.95.
4. I'm sick of the phone company offer to try our service for a month and if you don't like it, the calls are on us - yeah, but you're still stuck with their phone.
5. I'm sick of the Allstate commercial claiming new car replacement (if you pay the premium) for up to 3 years if your car is totaled. I wonder how many cars the adjusters actually concede are totaled and how many they claim can be repaired.
6. I'm sick to death of playlists on every FM station. Payola must die!
7. I'm sick of TV newspeople trying to make themselves celebrities. Just read the news!
8. I'm sick of Rosie O'Donnel. I don't care about anything to do with her life.
9. I'm sick of Britney/Paris/Lindsay/etc.(same M.O. different names)
10. I'm sick of the Republican Party. Period! The Democrats aren't far behind.
What are you sick of?
2. I'm sick of the car commercials quoting prices and showing vehicles with a small print disclaimers advising that cars as shown are about 6,000 bucks more than the prices they just quoted. All of the car companies do it.
3. I'm sick of late night TV being "sell you some stupid shit you don't need" for 3 easy payments of $29.95 time. Natural cures the gov't doesn't want you to know about, weight loss miracle drugs, hip-hop abs, penny stock investments, miracle workout your lower abs balls, government home auctions, clear your acne like Britney did in these (retouched) photos, make you glow - then get you a man miracle face powders, Jack LaLane miracle juicers, choppers, fryers, broilers, steamers, dehydrators, vacuumers, air purifyers - these are almost all available for 4 - no, call within the next 6 minutes and we'll make it just 3 easy payments of $29.95.
4. I'm sick of the phone company offer to try our service for a month and if you don't like it, the calls are on us - yeah, but you're still stuck with their phone.
5. I'm sick of the Allstate commercial claiming new car replacement (if you pay the premium) for up to 3 years if your car is totaled. I wonder how many cars the adjusters actually concede are totaled and how many they claim can be repaired.
6. I'm sick to death of playlists on every FM station. Payola must die!
7. I'm sick of TV newspeople trying to make themselves celebrities. Just read the news!
8. I'm sick of Rosie O'Donnel. I don't care about anything to do with her life.
9. I'm sick of Britney/Paris/Lindsay/etc.(same M.O. different names)
10. I'm sick of the Republican Party. Period! The Democrats aren't far behind.
What are you sick of?
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Blogger Stuff
You guys are literally the best!
I'm going to name a few of the bloggers who touch me: (in a good way)
damien (DD)@Almost Infamous, Amadeo Sogni, cp @An Oxymoron Is Not An Idiot With Zits, matt @ Animal Mind, Awaiting, laurie @Beauty and the Beer, Bugwit, tom @Party Vikings, christina @Call Me soccer Mom and Die, CeCe @CeCe's Style, C @C-Writing, girlanddog @Dog is My Co-Pilot, esLocura @EsLocura's Asylum, trying2beme @Finding Me...All of Me, heartsinsanfrancisco @Guilty With an Explanation, hot coffee girl, taz&pig (the blog in hiding), kav @kav's blog, d @l.i.t.s.w.a.b., lbb @lightning bug's butt, little lamb at Lamb Chop, mac @Macarena de Verano, fairmaiden @Maiden New York, donna @Monkey Business, steph @Much Ado About Sumptin', rev.steve @My Big Fat Friggin Head , lynn @My Mixed Company, mike @Nonsense Served Almost Daily (where the hell is he???, miss ann thrope @OMFGWTF, lex @On Second Thought, mr. fab @Pointless Drivel, Problem Child Bride, frank @Reap The Whirlwind, Restaurant Gal, rhys @ Rhysently, the midget @Sanity Interrupted, bambi @Single life in your 30's , chase @Taste The World, Kiyotoe @The Dragon, jeremy @The Starving Artist Speaks, dawn @Tiny Voices In My Head, mist1 @To Do: Get Hobby, dirk @Too Disgusting to Contemplate, Too Compelling to Ignore, katrice @Wait...I'll Think of Something... , winters, eddie @eddie, are you kidding?.
Despite my best effort not to miss anyone special I probably did and I'm sorry.
You guys are my family online - some of you are becomming my family in RL too.
I'm going to name a few of the bloggers who touch me: (in a good way)
damien (DD)@Almost Infamous, Amadeo Sogni, cp @An Oxymoron Is Not An Idiot With Zits, matt @ Animal Mind, Awaiting, laurie @Beauty and the Beer, Bugwit, tom @Party Vikings, christina @Call Me soccer Mom and Die, CeCe @CeCe's Style, C @C-Writing, girlanddog @Dog is My Co-Pilot, esLocura @EsLocura's Asylum, trying2beme @Finding Me...All of Me, heartsinsanfrancisco @Guilty With an Explanation, hot coffee girl, taz&pig (the blog in hiding), kav @kav's blog, d @l.i.t.s.w.a.b., lbb @lightning bug's butt, little lamb at Lamb Chop, mac @Macarena de Verano, fairmaiden @Maiden New York, donna @Monkey Business, steph @Much Ado About Sumptin', rev.steve @My Big Fat Friggin Head , lynn @My Mixed Company, mike @Nonsense Served Almost Daily (where the hell is he???, miss ann thrope @OMFGWTF, lex @On Second Thought, mr. fab @Pointless Drivel, Problem Child Bride, frank @Reap The Whirlwind, Restaurant Gal, rhys @ Rhysently, the midget @Sanity Interrupted, bambi @Single life in your 30's , chase @Taste The World, Kiyotoe @The Dragon, jeremy @The Starving Artist Speaks, dawn @Tiny Voices In My Head, mist1 @To Do: Get Hobby, dirk @Too Disgusting to Contemplate, Too Compelling to Ignore, katrice @Wait...I'll Think of Something... , winters, eddie @eddie, are you kidding?.
Despite my best effort not to miss anyone special I probably did and I'm sorry.
You guys are my family online - some of you are becomming my family in RL too.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Soccer Mom or Die Stuff
I didn't plan to post at all today, but I stopped by at http://soccermomsdie.blogspot.com/ and was compelled to complete this.
Two Names You Go By:
1. Jali
2. Jill
Two Things You are Wearing Right Now:
1. Hippie Shirt
2. Favorite Bra
Two Things You Want in a Relationship:
1. Genuine Friendship
2. Sex
Two of Your Favorite Things to Do:
1. Read
2. Roller Skate
Two Things You Want Very Badly at the Moment:
1. See all of my children together - it's been over a year since we were all in Fla.
2. To go home.
Two Pets You Had/Have:
1. Chubby - dog
2. Ermintrude - dog
Two Things You Did Last Night:
1. Masterbated
2. Watched Malcolm in the Middle reruns and Sportscenter
Two Things You Ate Today:
1. Muffin
2. Cole Slaw
Two Longest Car Rides:
1. Georgia to Delaware about twice a year
2. Georgia to Florida
Two Favorite Holidays:
1. November 20th my B-day of course
2. Whatever holiday is next on the calender
Two Favorite Beverages:
1. Sweet tea with lemon
2. Bombay Sapphire/tonic/lime
Two Names You Go By:
1. Jali
2. Jill
Two Things You are Wearing Right Now:
1. Hippie Shirt
2. Favorite Bra
Two Things You Want in a Relationship:
1. Genuine Friendship
2. Sex
Two of Your Favorite Things to Do:
1. Read
2. Roller Skate
Two Things You Want Very Badly at the Moment:
1. See all of my children together - it's been over a year since we were all in Fla.
2. To go home.
Two Pets You Had/Have:
1. Chubby - dog
2. Ermintrude - dog
Two Things You Did Last Night:
1. Masterbated
2. Watched Malcolm in the Middle reruns and Sportscenter
Two Things You Ate Today:
1. Muffin
2. Cole Slaw
Two Longest Car Rides:
1. Georgia to Delaware about twice a year
2. Georgia to Florida
Two Favorite Holidays:
1. November 20th my B-day of course
2. Whatever holiday is next on the calender
Two Favorite Beverages:
1. Sweet tea with lemon
2. Bombay Sapphire/tonic/lime
Friday, May 11, 2007
Odd Stuff
Anyone remember these guys?
MUNDANE SECTION - MUNDANE SECTION - MUNDANE SECTION - MUNDANE SECTION
My pen is almost out of ink. I usually wait until there is no ink left to replace it, but I'm thinking about going to Staple's today and I just might buy a new pen. I haven't been to Staple's in a while so there just might be new items I can use. Maybe I'll go online a little later to see what they have to offer and I can make a day of it. Wow. That'll be fun!
Someone gave me one of those red buttons from Staple's a little while back. I had it on my desk for a few days, but it seemed that everyone that passed my desk had to push the button and make snarky comments, so I put the button in my top desk drawer and finally took it home,along with my birthday cards from people in the office. (jali looks in drawer to see what's in the drawer)
Wow! Here's a pen. I guess I won't need to go to Staple's after all.
END MUNDANE SECTION-END MUNDANE SECTION-END MUNDANE SECTION-ENDMUNDANE SECTION
I don't want to hear that this whole bloggity blog is mundane.
Will be back to edit. Quick post due to orders from miss mist. (love to say that)
Friday, May 04, 2007
Bunch 'O Stuff
I watched the classic film, "A Pocketful of Miracles" last night. It's one of my favorite stories of all time and the character interaction, the acting and the direction (by Frank Capra)are all outstanding. It's the story of Apple Annie (Bette Davis), a Broadway street vendor and Dave the Dude (Glen Ford) a local mob boss with a big dream. Annies sells Dave the Dude her lucky apples and his businesses (shady of course) are all successful. I don't want to give away the story so I won't say anything more, but LISTEN TO ME - GO GET THIS MOVIE AND WATCH IT THIS WEEKEND.
Some of the cast: Bette Davis, Glen Ford, Peter Falk, Hope Lange, and the debut of Anne Margaret.
I watch TV regularly, so I see certain commercials on a pretty regular basis. I have a new love/hate list.
The "Mother's Day" Publix (local supermarket chain) commercial showing 3 dads and their kids preparing a special breakfast for their moms is sweet. I stop to watch every time it comes on. (stopping on a dime get's more difficult with age - it's comedy watching me jerk to see the commercial if I was doing something else and my chiropractor loves it)
I hate the commercial that explains that one would need 2 trucks to pull 20 trillion pounds unless you use the "whatever truck they're advertising" with the enclosed pull thingie (cue to a guy showing us the enclosed thingie). Do most truck buyers across the country actually haul shit? In Atlanta, most truck owners use their trucks to 1. block the highways during rush hour, 2. make it difficult for non-truck people to back out of parking spaces, and 3. generally block the view of people driving behind or besides them so.
Speaking of TV - the last episode of House moved me to tears. Both brothers (ages 10 and 14) were willing to die for the other. Amazing story despite the crazy medicine and crazier ethics.
I pick Melinda Doolittle to win Idol this year. She's an amazing talent. People may hate the show so: Turn it off - there are other channels to watch and other things to do. I don't understand the people who "vote for the worst" - why screw up someone's chance for something you claim to hate? Sabrina was voted off waaaay to early because of the bullshit.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Old Craving Stuff
I'm just posting photos of snacks from my childhood that I really miss. I'm just in a nostalgic mood.
Drake's Cakes aren't readily available in Georgia which is a good thing since I don't need the extra fat. I can't decide which is best: Devil Dogs, Yodels, Funnybones, Swiss Rolls or the Apple Pies...damn, the thought bring a tear to my eye.
(Little Debbies are the popular snack cakes here. Sigh)
I miss the Good Humor truck and the Good Humor dude on the beach! The boxed bars found in the grocery store just aren't the same to me. (Another tear)
Wise Onion and Garlic potato chips - I haven't seen these for years - the bag in the photo isn't the one I knew and loved.
The Cadbury "Air Bar" with the bubbles was my favorite - alas - can't find them these days. My father got a case of these at an estate sale and all of us were hooked.
What snacks do you miss?
Monday, April 23, 2007
Copied from a Forum Stuff
This is cute.
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished
cleaning up in here."
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"I will knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. My mother taught me IRONY
"Stop crying before I give you something to cry about."
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your dinner."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room looks like a tornado went through it."
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION .
"Just wait until we get home."
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."
19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"
They did. And I turned out just like her.
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished
cleaning up in here."
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"I will knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. My mother taught me IRONY
"Stop crying before I give you something to cry about."
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your dinner."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room looks like a tornado went through it."
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION .
"Just wait until we get home."
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."
19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"
They did. And I turned out just like her.
These questions were sent to me by HotCoffeeGirl.
1. How old were you when you lost your virginity and do you wish now that you were younger or older when you did?
I was 15. My boyfriend Scott (17 at the time) was great! I had a bath at his house (mom and dad were at work) he lotioned and baby powdered me, then let me examine his penis. (I thought it would be like a chicken neck since I'd heard of "boners" - how naive for a 15 year old). We uses a gel contraceptive in something like a chicken baster. It only hurt a little - he took his time. It was a wonderful experience that I wouldn't want to change.
2. Is there a particular moment that you felt truly "grown up"?
I felt "grown up" after my high school graduation when I went to a dinner dance with my parents the week before I left for Virginia Union U.
3. What is the one place that you have not visited but always wanted to?
Africa.
4. What are you wearing today and why did you choose that outfit?
Black slacks, Black and green shirt (nice design) black shoes. Why? - No iron clothes.
5. If people are reincarnated when they die, what animal will you likely return to the earth as?
A cat. I love to be stroked.
If you comment, I'll send you 5 of my own questions.
1. How old were you when you lost your virginity and do you wish now that you were younger or older when you did?
I was 15. My boyfriend Scott (17 at the time) was great! I had a bath at his house (mom and dad were at work) he lotioned and baby powdered me, then let me examine his penis. (I thought it would be like a chicken neck since I'd heard of "boners" - how naive for a 15 year old). We uses a gel contraceptive in something like a chicken baster. It only hurt a little - he took his time. It was a wonderful experience that I wouldn't want to change.
2. Is there a particular moment that you felt truly "grown up"?
I felt "grown up" after my high school graduation when I went to a dinner dance with my parents the week before I left for Virginia Union U.
3. What is the one place that you have not visited but always wanted to?
Africa.
4. What are you wearing today and why did you choose that outfit?
Black slacks, Black and green shirt (nice design) black shoes. Why? - No iron clothes.
5. If people are reincarnated when they die, what animal will you likely return to the earth as?
A cat. I love to be stroked.
If you comment, I'll send you 5 of my own questions.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Good Movie Stuff
I watched a movie last night that caught my eye at Blockbuster. I'd never heard of it and after watching, I want everyone to see it.
The name of the movie is "A Day Without a Mexican". The film addresses the subtle prejudices that many hold: Using the term, "Mexican" to describe anyone of Latino origin. Someone ignorantly mentioned speaking "Mexican" instead of Spanish. The assumption of many that by looking at an individual one can determine their immigration status. The film took place in the state of California and a mysterious fog around the state has stopped all communication outside of the state. People wake up to find no one of Latino heritage remaining in the state except one newscaster, Lila.
A scene in the film showed a Border Patrol Officer on camera agreeing with a "MinuteMan-like" group of protesters who claimed that "Mexicans were stealing American jobs." Cut to a scene of an orange grove minus the regular migrant workers. The orange crop remains on the trees - there are no competent workers to pick the fruit.
The film went on to show how schools were closed (20% of teachers in California are of Latino heritage)based on the absence of Latino teachers. Supermarket shelves quickly emptied of fresh produce and restaurants were forced to closed due to a lack of supplies and workers.
A state senator had to assume the role of acting governor since the Latino politicians in office were all gone. His wife was forced to actually fix breakfast and deal with laundry since their Latino nanny disappeared.
Latino businesses were looted since their owners weren't there to watch the stores. Major league baseball had to cancel games since many starting rosters include superstar players of Latino heritage, leading to a riot outside the ballfield.
The movie occasionally cuts to a professor quoting statistics on Latinos in California. (It's improtant to see how spin doctors in 2005 have used edited statistics to create a mob mentality of hate in this country)
I won't give away the ending.
Take 98 minutes of your life and give this film a try.
The name of the movie is "A Day Without a Mexican". The film addresses the subtle prejudices that many hold: Using the term, "Mexican" to describe anyone of Latino origin. Someone ignorantly mentioned speaking "Mexican" instead of Spanish. The assumption of many that by looking at an individual one can determine their immigration status. The film took place in the state of California and a mysterious fog around the state has stopped all communication outside of the state. People wake up to find no one of Latino heritage remaining in the state except one newscaster, Lila.
A scene in the film showed a Border Patrol Officer on camera agreeing with a "MinuteMan-like" group of protesters who claimed that "Mexicans were stealing American jobs." Cut to a scene of an orange grove minus the regular migrant workers. The orange crop remains on the trees - there are no competent workers to pick the fruit.
The film went on to show how schools were closed (20% of teachers in California are of Latino heritage)based on the absence of Latino teachers. Supermarket shelves quickly emptied of fresh produce and restaurants were forced to closed due to a lack of supplies and workers.
A state senator had to assume the role of acting governor since the Latino politicians in office were all gone. His wife was forced to actually fix breakfast and deal with laundry since their Latino nanny disappeared.
Latino businesses were looted since their owners weren't there to watch the stores. Major league baseball had to cancel games since many starting rosters include superstar players of Latino heritage, leading to a riot outside the ballfield.
The movie occasionally cuts to a professor quoting statistics on Latinos in California. (It's improtant to see how spin doctors in 2005 have used edited statistics to create a mob mentality of hate in this country)
I won't give away the ending.
Take 98 minutes of your life and give this film a try.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
New Phase Stuff
I didn't write about this when it happened. I wasn't ready to discuss it then - I am now.
My relationship with Adrian has changed. We are no longer a couple. He and I remain roommates and I consider him to be one of my best friends. The age difference is insurmountable. Adrian hasn't experienced the joys of fatherhood yet. My children are big and there is NO possibility that I would ever have another child. He is one of the greatest people I know and I'm positive that he will be an excellent parent.
He deserves a relationship that is better for him overall. I've never loved anyone the way I love A - I've been married, lived with other people - there's no one who can compare to him.
No more on the subject.
My relationship with Adrian has changed. We are no longer a couple. He and I remain roommates and I consider him to be one of my best friends. The age difference is insurmountable. Adrian hasn't experienced the joys of fatherhood yet. My children are big and there is NO possibility that I would ever have another child. He is one of the greatest people I know and I'm positive that he will be an excellent parent.
He deserves a relationship that is better for him overall. I've never loved anyone the way I love A - I've been married, lived with other people - there's no one who can compare to him.
No more on the subject.
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