- past tense -
You know, I told myself that I wouldn't post about this. I figured everyone else would say everything I wanted to say and beat it into the ground (oh and they have...at least the latter). I said I'd settle for a few friendly debates. But I just can't resist, because there's one simple point that everyone seems to be missing.
Regardless of whether you think gay marriage is right or wrong, you really should be just a little concerned over the President of the United States using his office to take a stand on the issue.
In the eyes of a purely secular government, a same-sex marriage is absolutely no different than a heterosexual marriage. The difference exists in the eyes of the Church alone. If the government chooses to make a constituional amendment based solely on religious opinions, then we're screwed folks. Plain and simple. There's a whole list of reasons why it's a bad idea to mix church and state, and all of them are good ones. There is absolutely NO secular reason to ban gay marriages. It is a purely religious notion, and as such has no place in our law books.
It's funny, though, how people can blind themselves. Based solely on their revulsion for homosexuals, they say, "Maybe it IS mixing Church and state, but it's okay just this once." They should be gently reprimanded.....with a shovel.
I don't why I had the dreams I did last night, but I'll blame it on the chai tea before bed. Although, to be honest, the chai tea was consumed at 9 and I didn't go to sleep until 12:30 (damn you, George R. R. Martin!). I think I woke up more tired than when I went to sleep and it's not surprising, considering the completely whacked out dreams I had. All kinds of strange goings-on. I woke up thinking that I was living in a tree stump decorated with thumbtacks. This, kids, is why I don't do drugs. I don't need them.
The new layout is very...green. Around 10 last night, I decided that if I had to look at the previous one moment longer, things were going to get ugly. So, after a few minutes of doodling in Photoshop, I threw this one together. I'm reasonably sure it looks okay in most browsers, but I'm sure the Mozillites will speak up (read: bitch with all the righteous fervor their pretentious little selves can muster) if it doesn't. *grin*
Cam meeting tonight. I'd avoid it if I could, but I promised Deb I'd help with the Faire planning. Le sigh.
IS platypi the plural of platypus?
Goose => geese. Moose => meese. Check.
This zort has one of the funniest blogs I've run across in a long time. Someone else who expresses themselves in stick figure diagrams! Good for several laughs.
This morning was frighteningly busy. This afternoon has a certified coma risk approaching 95%. I guess I'm just too damn efficient. ;-) Looking forward to the SARS meeting tonight, although it can't possibly be as interesting as last week's.
Greg and I just finished a refreshing debate over homosexual marriages (source: Bush's latest case of verbal diarrhea). I'm not sure if he appreciates or despises the way I'll play both sides of an argument. *shrug* It was fun, nonetheless!
Oh, and the new slogan for my Christian breakfast cereal: "What Would Jesus Eat?"
Current Music: 'Are You Happy Now' - Michelle Branch
Hi and thanks for tuning into the Christian Nutter Channel. Today's spam topic, "Immorality Rising: A Sign of End Times?"
...I suppose it's better than pornmail, but what's with the sudden upsurge of Christian extremism in my inbox? I'm not interested in being brainwashed, thank you just the same.
Good grief, I am so bored. I think I'm going to go pace the office. Maybe they'll send me home or put me to work or something.
Spam. I'm used to most of it by now. No, I don't want to increase the size of my penis (wouldn't that be a life-changing experience?). No, I don't want to lose thirty pounds in three days (isn't that called DEATH?). No, I don't need to refinance my mortgage (I don't own a house). But this morning, during the usual purging of my inbox, this one caught my eye:
"Christian Debt Management - Debt consolidation with a Christian perspective!"
WTF??? Usually I refuse to open spam, but I just had to. Half expecting cleverly disguised horse porn, I opened it to read, "...And forgive us our debts...(Matt 6.12) Manage your finances the Christian way!"
I couldn't help but laugh. I'm sorry, but praying to Jesus isn't going to keep creditors away. It's not like you can scare them off with a bottle of holy water and a Bible, although I'll admit they probably are in pay of the Devil. God might forgive you your debts, but you can rest assured humanity will take everything you own. Are there really people so gullible that they can be convinced that the debt advice offered "with a Christian perspective" will be so much better than advice offered by a firm that knows better than to mix financial stability with a 2000-year-old religion? Sheesh. Attach the word "Christ" and you can sell ANYTHING, I swear.
I wonder if there's a market for a Christian breakfast cereal? Complete with little marsh mellow fishes and loaves. I could make millions.
Of course, I'd probably be struck by lightning.
And people wonder why I hate spiders.
Picture of a 10-day old brown recluse bite.
Call me a wuss? Hell yeah, I'm a wuss when it comes to shit like that!
Today's "Get Fuzzy"
The weekend was pretty uneventful all around. I lazed about, reread Game of Thrones, did some work for ASCE, and just enjoyed being away from Huntsville. As much as I like this city, it can seem awfully oppressive if I'm here for too many consecutive days.
Although, to be honest, staying in Huntsville really is the least of my worries in the upcoming months. Every weekend in September is already full. A wedding shower, ASCE stuff, Equinox, a wedding. August is filling up rapidly too. You don't realize how short a month really is until you run out of weekends for activities. And with school starting the 25th, things are going to get even more interesting.
Just because a day can't go by without at least one political debate in the workplace:
"An Evil exists that threatens every man, woman and child of this great nation. We must take steps to ensure our domestic security and protect our homeland."
- Adolf Hitler, Creating the Gestapo
"To those who scare peace-loving people with phantoms of lost liberty, my message is this: Your tactics only aid terrorists, for they erode our national unity and diminish our resolve. They give ammunition to America's enemies..."
- John Ashcroft
I'm headed home this weekend. Saturday I'll probably go to Cookeville with my dad so he can swap cars with my sis. It'd be cool to see EB for a little bit.
Todd's surgery went well yesterday. It's funny - it's a relatively minor thing and still I worry. Silly. Jackie and I went by to visit him yesterday afternoon and found him awake, coherant, and (mostly) alive. They kept him overnight, but he should be home by now. He'll feel like crap for a few days, but he seemed a lot better than we all expected him to.
Hope everyone has a good weekend!
Current Music: 'Mary' - Patti Griffin
Group 1 (Patrick and Sarah), at the stove. Group 2 (Kelsey and Ande), at the propane burner on the washer. "Now stir the mixture until it caramelizes, then pour it into these coke cans." Okay, no problem. Kelsey and I stir.
"Uh...Jeff, is this supposed to be turning black?" FTTZ "And sparking?" FISST
FFFFOOOOOOSH *insert sound of flames consuming the entire corner of the kitchen here*
Group 2 turns to watch in horror as Group 1's mix ignites and a giant ball of purple flames and smoke climbs to the ceiling. Sarah puts out the flaming material on her arm (the one holding the spoon) as Patrick begins a mad hunt for the fire extinguisher.
"Not good, not good, uhh...."
A SECOND ball of flame and smoke rolls upward and the wooden kitchen cabinets suddenly become a liability (not to mention the propane tank). Group 2 reevaluates their priorities. Fire 1 is still burning merrily.
"Definitely not good."
At least rocket propellant burns quickly. A minute or so later, both fires were out. After ascertaining the kitchen wasn't about to spontaneously combust, we found our way out through the smoke. We gathered in front of the house, watching with interest as the smoke only got thicker and began pouring out of the windows we'd opened.
"So.....think the neighbors noticed?"
Thanks, Jeff, for the most entertaining evening of the week.
Meet Pelusa the Purple Polar Bear. Sounds like a cartoon, looks like a cartoon (or an acid trip), but she's actually quite real. And very very purple.
archy and mehitabel and certain quotings thereof:
if you get gloomy just
take an hour off and sit
and think how
much better this world
is than hell
of course it won t cheer
you up much if
you expect to go there
insects are not always
going to be bullied
some day they will revolt
i am already organizing
a revolutionary society to be
known as the worms turnverein
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
- from the lesson of the moth
Day 9 of the tension headache from hell. It's been a constant background annoyance for far too long. I think I'll have to amputate.
This came out yesterday, but I figured I'd already done enough bitching. It's still interesting, though. Report on USA Patriot Act Alleges Civil Rights Violations. You know, it's sad that it took them this long to figure out that the Patriot Act is one scary piece of legislation.
"He who gives up essential liberty for a little temporary security deserves neither liberty nor security." - Benjamin Franklin. Who can argue?
Here's an interesting dilemma. God makes you infertile, so you turn to fertility treatment, have a child and say, "God meant for me to have this child."
Just to be contrary, I point out, "No, God meant for you to be infertile."
Then you say, "But God gave us science and fertility treatment." And I smile evilly.
So, if we take an extremist viewpoint, doesn't that imply that "designer babies" are okay too?
Allowing people whose reproductive rights have been vetoed by nature to have children can't be much less of a moral dilemma than allowing people to specifically improve their children. Who can fault a parent for wanting their child to have the best possible genetic makeup science can give them? If we can dictate the creation of a child, why can't we dictate everything else? I mean, God gave us the technology for a reason, right? Why leave ANYTHING up to chance? If we're going to be presumptuous enough to create life, we might as well go all out.
That's why I resent people who presume to dictate God's will. These same people couldn't sit back and accept that it was God's will that they never have children. Apparently, it's only His idea when things are going well.
Not that I agree with designer babies or anything (think Gattica). I'm also still a little iffy on fertility treatments that result in more than one child. I'm all about preserving the best genetic material and if nature tosses you out of the gene pool, who am I to argue? But it just irritates me when these people throw around catchphrases without thinking about them. Feh.
You've probably already read about this, but here it is anyway. Further proof that the existing regime in Washington has done everything within its power to exacerbate the division between the two parties. This incident, in and of itself, is "just" an escalation, but the degree of hostility (and the willingness to deny members of the House their voice) it indicates is...disturbing.
The Democrats on the Ways and Means Committee were given a bill Thursday night, just before midnight, to discuss the next day. Friday morning, in a standard delaying tactic, they asked that the bill be read line by line. Then all but Pete Stark moved to the library to discuss tactics. Things went downhill from there.
"Infuriated, Ways and Means Committee Chairman Bill Thomas (R-Calif.) instructed the Capitol Police to remove the Democrats from the ornate library. Republicans said Democrats were being disorderly and did not have the right to occupy the library."
"After several minutes, Thomas again asked unanimous consent to dispense with the reading, and instantly brought down his gavel. Stark said later that he had objected, and Thomas had replied, "You're too late."
Thomas then recognized Portman for an opening statement on the bill. Stark attempted to make a "parliamentary inquiry," and Thomas ignored him. Stark then joined the other Democrats in the nearby room.
With no Democrats present, Thomas and the rest of the Republicans approved the substitute and then the final bill unanimously by voice vote and adjourned."
*sigh* How childish can these people get???
But then again, aren't MOST of the quizzes pointless? Isn't that the point? Wait a minute... *twitch*
Stuff you don't care about follows:
Last cigarette: I think I'll pass on the cancer, thanks
Last kiss: one month ago tomorrow *blink* FAR too long
Last good cry: About a week ago
Last movie seen: "A Knight's Tale" with Jess and Jeff. In a theater, "Pirates of the Caribbean" Arrr matey
Last time you snuck out: never have - I was a boring kid
Last book read: "War of Honor" by David Weber
Last cuss word uttered: "Oh shit! Die Spider!!
Last beverage drank: Minute Maid Fruit Punch
Last food consumed: Wendy's frosty
Last crush: *wince*
Last phone call: Jeff
Last TV show watched: The Daily Show
Last time you showered: this afternoon after getting home from working in the garden
Last shoes worn: beat-up blue and green flip flops
Last CD played: "Fallen" - Evanescence
Last item bought: a set of earrings
Last disappointment: *wince*
Last soda drank: coke at IHOP, 1 AM this morning
Last thing written: uh...this?
Last weird encounter: I played in a Vampire Game last night – take your pick
Last ice cream eaten: vanilla, to go with the brownies my mom made
Last time amused: today, when Nanook was freaking out about being soaked with the hose
Last time wanting to die: Never have. I very much like being alive, thank you!
Last time in love: *wince*
Last time hugged: tonight as I kicked Jeff out
Last lipstick used: grape-flavored chapstick!
Last underwear worn: Blue cotton boyshort
Last bra worn: orange and pink striped sports bra
Last shirt worn: university bookstore freebie T-shirt
Last time dancing: 5 minutes ago - good song playing and I had to!
Last poster looked at: "Rent" - it was hanging in the dance studio we were at last night
Last show attended: I seem to have forgotten
Last webpage visited: Jeff's Livejournal
I don't think the words have yet been invented to describe how completely and utterly bored I am right now. Friday time has actually been scientifically proven to move fifty-eight percent slower than standard workday time. Several tests were done to confirm these findings, but the rats developed cancer.
Plans for the weekend:
- Changeling Game tonight, 7 PM
- Paddling practice, 7 AM Saturday *wince*
- work at Johnson, 1 PM Saturday
- Vampire Game, 7 PM Saturday
- Sunday, maybe a second viewing of Pirates?
Sadly enough, I've joined the thousands of other women out there and become a pervy pirate-fancier (Go me! Am still the prettiest!). I'm not sure how it's possible for anorexic girly-man Johnny Depp to look so good (and not-girly) as a (gay?) pirate, but I suspect the eyeliner has something to do with it. Funny that. Arr, matey.
The boredom...make it stop....
Wait a minute. I thought that when you play Pin the Blame on the Scapegoat, the scapegoat isn't supposed to go public and accuse you right back. I guess either Tenet didn't read the rules or his "sorry we had to hang you out to dry" check bounced.
Funny thing is, all the people trying to downplay this little issues keep saying things like "It is ludicrous to suggest that the president of the United States went to war on the question of whether Saddam Hussein sought uranium from Africa. This was a part of a very broad case that the president laid out in the State of the Union and other places." - Condoleeza Rice. The issue isn't whether or not we based an entire war on this one lie. The issue is HOW MUCH of that "very broad case" was a lie. That's the question the people keep dodging.
The matchstick rocket project was actually quite fun. Jeff had the best launch, with a shot directly to Robert's crotch (before you wince, I assure you he probably deserved it). Patrick managed to launch not one, but two rockets directly at me. As I swatted the still-burning, now molten bits of aluminum off my ass, I began to suspect it was deliberate. Unfortunately, my rockets were Less Than Successful and I was unable to return fire in kind.
Later over Chinese, Jeff, Robert, Patrick, and I has a fascinating conversation on improvements that could be made to the female body. I argued that having an entire torso of boobs would be not only impractical, but also uncomfortable with seatbelts. Physicists have a startling inability to think practically.
My sister is currently dating a 28 year old. This disturbs me for several reasons, the main one being that at 28 he should be moving away from the college scene. People say eight years isn't much difference, and it isn't...when you're 40. At 20, it's a big difference, which calls his maturity level into serious doubt. I'm waiting for her to call and reassure me he's not as creepy as I think he is. I don't want him to be scary, as much for her sake as mine. After all, I already have one ex-boy of hers (just one?) on my list of people to maim. I'd hate to have to accommodate two.
Current Music: 'Dante's Prayer' - Loreena McKennitt
I love thunderstorms!
And I work with a bunch of weirdos. :-) I think I'm going to miss these guys when I leave in January.
SARS meeting tonight - flame retardant clothing not provided. The matchstick rocket thing got rained out last week, so we're going to try it again. Or maybe we're making homemade rocket propellant this week. I can't remember. Whichever, it's still a university-supported exercise in pyromania.
The chocolate, it calls to me.
Current Music: 'Gravity' - Vienna Teng
Woo hoo! The first weekend in August, Mo, Mo's family, Amber, Robert, and I are all going on a six-hour canoe trip on Bear Creek. Actually, Amber's not positive she can go yet, but she sounded really hopeful. It sounds like it'll be a really fun time - just drifting down the creek, swimming and paddling, stopping to each lunch at a waterfall. I'm really looking forward to it!
I feel very...awkward right now. Like I'm missing a piece of the puzzle or not seeing the big picture. An explanation would be nice.
Jackie cracks me up. He's constantly saying things that just come out the wrong way. I try not to pick on him too much, but if Mo or Todd could hear some of the poorly-worded phrases that come out of his mouth at work, they'd never let him live them down. *grin*
And, just for the record, microwave popcorn is one of the nastiest office smells.
I don't know if it's hypocrisy, but....okay, yeah it is.
It can't only be 10 AM. It's going to be a slooooow day.
Bravely I look further than I see
Knowing things I know I cannot be, not now
I'm so aware of where I am, but I don't know where that is
And there's something right in front of me and I
Touch the fingers of my hand
And I wonder if it's me
Holding on and on to Theories of prosperity
Someone who can promise me
I believe in me
Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I'll be
Time has fooled me into thinking it's a part of me
Nothing in this room but empty space
No me, no world, no mind, no face
Touch the fingers of my hand and tell me if it's me
Holding on and on to Love, what else is real
A religion that appeals to me, oh
I believe in me...
Oddly enough, this song reminds me of Dagorhir. It was my favorite in the weeks leading up to Equinox 2001, and it just brings that event to mind. It's still a favorite song, too. :-)
I was a little worried that I'd be missing this year's Equinox for Kat's wedding, but it turns out Kat's wedding is the week after. Yay! I'm already looking forward to the event, although I don't anticipate as many people traveling from Huntsville this year. But Kimberly will be there, and I think Jeff is still in for the count.
*sigh* I'm trying to take everyone's advice and put this past year behind me, but it's just not that easy. Besides, everyone's advice runs exactly contrary to what I want to do. I don't want to have to get over the boy, and everyone telling me that I need to isn't exactly helpful because I already KNOW that. It's the actually doing it part that's giving me fits. Funny how that works.
Current Music: 'Believe' - K's Choice
Someone brought their children to work today. I can hear them through the wall behind me. The persistent thuds, punctuated by blood-curdling screams, tell me that one child is most likely beating his sibling to a pulp. I keep reminding myself that it isn't a good policy to go around duct-taping other people's children to walls, although I suspect in this case I'd be applauded rather than prosecuted.
Pirates of the Caribbean is the best movie I've seen so far this year. Oh yes. Everything about it is just awesome. Even the plot holes are easily ignored in light of just how cool it really is. I did decide that Orlando Bloom should never attempt facial hair ever again, but Johnny Depp more than made up for that particularly distressing image. I do love pirates. Arrr!
Current Music: 'Breathe Your Name' - Sixpence None the Richer
My sister sent me this a couple years ago, but it's still funny.
A Tasty Pillsbury Snack
Current Music: 'Falling' - Gravity Kills
Well, no one showed up to do the club fair thing but Jackie and I. Since we needed more people, we decided to come back to work and make money instead. It's actually been a relatively interesting day at work. Greg taught me how to prepare samples for a couple of the tests we run, so I'll have something to do when days are slow for me. Anything that keeps my brain from oozing is good by me.
I promised George I'd help him and the SLI people with their concrete today. I'm supposed to meet him at 5. That's about all I have planned for the evening. Anyone want to get together later to do something?
Current Music: 'Get Over It' - OK Go
So there's another club fair today. Not that anyone knows about it. The only reason I found out was because someone involved in Compass brought it up while we were at Beauregard's Wednesday night. In fact, none of the club presidents present knew about it. UAH isn't exactly what I would call organized. They want us to reserve tables for the fair, but then they don't send out any kind of notice or reminder. *sigh* I think if no one shows up to help Jackie and I, we're just going to skip this one.
I hate stupid people.
Sometimes I wonder why I even fucking bother.
Quote of the Day: "Believe me, Mike. When a woman hires someone to cut your car's brake line, she isn't playing hard to get." - Something Positive
So you thought you were having a bad day? It could be much, much worse. How much worse? Well, your water heater could have exploded, completely destroying your home and nearly killing you. *grin*
Quiz of doooooooom! Well, everyone else was doing it.
-- Name: Sarah
-- Nickname: S, Sly, Ice Bitch
-- Birth date: October 3, 1981
-- Birthplace: Jacksonville, AL
-- Current Location: Huntsville, AL
-- Eye Color: hazel – greeny-brown depending on clothing and current mood
-- Hair Color: brown/blonde/red
-- Height: 5'8"
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Your heritage: Irish / English
-- The shoes you wore today: nasty old tennis shoes
-- Your weakness: chocolate, cats, and tall men
-- Your fears: spiders, being trapped underwater, and evangelists with fluffy wigs
-- Your perfect pizza: thin crust, pepperoni, ham, and extra cheesy goodness
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Mars or at least simple happiness
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: lol
-- Your thoughts first waking up: no no no no no!
-- Your bedtime: 10
-- Your most missed memory: I have so many...
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Wendy’s
-- Single or group dates: single dates – couples irritate me
-- Adidas or Nike: Adidas
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
-- Cappuccino or coffee: I can afford coffee
-- Smoke: No, I think I’ll pass on the cancer. Thanks, though.
-- Cuss: I’m trying not to, dammit!
-- Sing: constantly
-- Take a shower everyday: How else would I wake up?
-- Have a crush: It's not so much a crush as a big gaping hole in my chest.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Yeah, I do
-- Want to go to college: Not particularly, but I graduate next Fall, so I’d better stick it out.
-- Like(d) high school: I liked my life then, but I could have done without the classes thing.
-- Want to get married: Eventually, if I can find someone willing to put up with my quirks.
-- Believe in yourself: Usually
-- Get motion sickness: Motion sickness is for wimps.
-- Think you're attractive: I attract the freaks, the weirdos, and the occasional engineer.
-- Think you're a health freak: Yeah, but I also consider dessert to be essential to a healthy lifestyle.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Yep! Unless we go shopping, that is.
-- Like thunderstorms: Oh yes. Lightening, thunder, mmm...
-- Play an instrument: Piano
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: yes, and it was good stuff too
-- Smoked: again with the cancer...
-- Done a drug: I have a serious Allegra dependency
-- Had Sex: nope
-- Made Out: *sigh* I don't guess it counts - did more damage than good
-- Gone on a date: no, but thanks for hammering that home
-- Gone to the mall?: oh god no *whimper*
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: mmm…oreos
-- Eaten sushi: nope
-- Been on stage: nope
-- Been dumped: well…
-- Gone skating: no
-- Made homemade cookies: no
-- Gone skinny-dipping: nope
-- Dyed your hair: hell no! I’m a no-fuss kind of creature
-- Stolen anything: nope
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: not that I recall
-- If so, was it mixed company: no
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: a memory that lives on in the jokes of the bastards I call friends
-- Been caught "doing something": *puts hands over eyes*
-- Been called a tease: *grin* oh yes
-- Gotten beaten up: I got smacked really good in the face with a maliciously-wielded tennis racket - does that count?
-- Shoplifted: no
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Nope, I like who I am.
-- Age you hope to be married: Sometime before my boobs relocate to my bellybutton.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: Two or three kids, but I don't have names picked out
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Small, Episcopal church wedding, family and close friends. In the Fall, when it’s nice and cool.
-- How do you want to die: Happy
-- Where you want to go to college: I go to UAH
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Someone with imagination.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Back to Ireland for me!
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color? Blue or greeny-brown
-- Best hair color? Really dark brown
-- Short or long hair: short, but still long enough to run my fingers through
-- Height: tall - I’m not picky as long as I have to look up
-- Best weight: Depends – I don’t really like skinny
-- Best articles of clothing: Hrm...I don’t like guys who wear skirts, but after that I just don’t care.
-- Best first date location: *shrug* somewhere we both like?
-- Best first kiss location: *blink*
-- # of drugs taken illegally: 0
-- # of people I could trust with my life: 2
-- # of CDs that I own: maybe 10
-- # of piercings: 2 (ears)
-- # of tattoos: 0
-- # of scars on my body: five or six, but they’re small (not counting chicken pox)
-- # of things in my past that I regret: Surprisingly few.
Today is a happy day. Yep! Everything is good. Work, life, and almost everything else.
At tonight's SARS meeting we're going to attempt to build match-propelled rockets. Someone will probably be charged with arson before the night is over, but at least it will be fun!
White-out tape is the coolest stuff ever.
Current Music: 'Stay' - Lisa Loeb
How very interesting: Bush Claim on Iraq Had Flawed Origin, White House Says.
The network is still down here at work, so I still can't do much of anything. Clients are gnawing at us, wanting their info and all we can do is give it verbally. I've already cleaned my office and caught up on some of the filing I've been putting off. Now there's nothing left to do but surf the net and try to stay awake. Blarh.
I think I'm going to take a nice long lunch and hopefully when I get back, I'll be able to do my job.
Current Music: 'Rain' - Patti Griffin
Every now and again, you come across something so completely and blindingly insane that you are torn between the desire to laugh hysterically or to cry for the fact that people actually subscribe to such ideas. I have never liked Ann Coulter and have ranted about her worse-than-misguided ravings before. But this definitely takes the cake.
And I quote, "On our nation's birthday, it is appropriate to honor the five men who did the most to defend our freedom in the last century. The names are easy to remember -- they are the five men most loathed by liberals: Joseph McCarthy, J. Edgar Hoover, Richard Nixon, Whittaker Chambers, and Ronald Reagan." I choked when I read Joe McCarthy's name. By the last name, I was turning a delicate shade of purple, whether from attempting to stifle rage or laughter I'm still not certain. My history on the last three is pretty shaky, but to label Joe McCarthy a defender of liberty is......beyond frightening.
That woman is certifiably nuts. Absolutely bonkers. And I am terribly afraid that someone is going to take her seriously. Hold me.
This is a real billboard in Huntsville. I don't know if it is still up. Amy explains the rest in her post from Saturday.
Funniest Billboard Ever?
All I can say is, whoever put that up is my hero.
First off, thanks to Jeff for introducing me to yet another great song. Just one more to brag about, I suppose. ;-)
This weekend was pretty uneventful, but relaxing. Saturday morning my mother and I picked blueberries. I got eleven pounds, so I left a lot at home, but I brought some back for me and Jackie (he asked for 'em). That afternoon, I went over to JoAnna's to see Henry. Babies are babies, but I have to admit that this one was particularly beautiful. Elijah seems to be a little perplexed, not really sure how to regard Henry's intrusion into his life. At least he appears to like him better than I did my sister when she was born. ;-) "Baby go home now?" Love ya, EB!
And I say this every time, but it's the strangest feeling to visit Jo. It's funny how things change so quickly. Jo made sure to get a picture of me holding both Elijah and Henry. I'm glad we've kept in touch enough that I get to be included, however sporadically, in this new phase of her life. Two children...it's mind boggling, really. Jen, she's going to send you pictures of both kids as soon as she gets them developed.
The server here at work is down again, so I can't get into the database to do any work. Boredom.
Current Music: 'Mary' - Patti Griffin
Between the firecrackers in the parking lot and my general emotional state upon returning home, I didn't get much sleep last night. I'd intended to leave for Hendersonville around 9, but I've decided that there are a couple of things I'd like to stop and do on my way out. I'm really not looking forward to the drive home - at least it's short.
Hope everyone has a good 4th. Try not to lose any fingers or set a neighborhood on fire or something.
Jen, hope you enjoy your trip! :-)
Current Music: 'Gerbil Song' - Stephen Lynch
You know, my job would be a lot easier if a bunch of other people did THEIR jobs correctly the first time.
Although I have to say, any place where the employees are gathered outside grilling hamburgers and drinking beer can't be all bad. Right?
I shouldn't be irritated, but I am. Most of the things I get stabby about don't exactly come as a suprise. Funny that.
Maybe I should go see if they have any beer left.
It's Friday a day early! *cheers*
Why do today the boring stuff you can put off indefinitely? That's my personal procrastination-rationalizing philosophy. I advocate having fun over...well...just about everything else. It's a pretty day? Good, don't spend it inside. All the cleaning / homework / whatever can be done just as easily on an icky rainy day when you're stuck inside anyway. What's the point of working nonstop if you don't ever take time to enjoy yourself? Sheesh.
Patrick, SARS president, and his roommates are hosting a French exchange student named Bruno for a month. Yesterday's meeting was cancelled due to lack of attendance, so Patrick invited Jeff and I to come and hang out with said roommates and Frenchman. I haven't felt so sorry for a human being in a very long time. Patrick's roommates instantly activated my hiss spit claw scratch reflex (meaning I didn't really like them and found their presence, as well as their incessant breathing, a trial). All I could think was, "And these guys are representing our country. Oh shit." Bruno had this "Please don't leave me!" look on his face as Jeff and I got in our cars to go home. I hope he's not too shell-shocked.
The sudden change in dinner plans yesterday meant that I got home too late to make peach cobbler, so I'll do that this afternoon. Yum! At least all the peaches are already cut up. It'll only take a few minutes to throw everything together at this point. I'm looking forward to it, yes.
Current Music: 'The Tower' - Vienna Teng
I actually have good amount of work I should be doing. Unfortuately, I'm having difficulty forcing my brain to focus on the task at hand. I just don't feel like working - I want to go play or read or go for a walk. Anything other than sit here and calculate dirt stuff. ;-) Some kind of physical activity would be nice - I feel like I haven't really moved in weeks.
I think plans have finally settled and I am going home this weekend. I had considered staying in town and going to the lake, but my mother sounded so sad on the phone. Plus, Jessica's begging me to go to a family member's birthday party next weekend. It doesn't sound like the most exciting thing in the world (which is the whole reason she's asked me to go), but I know she'd do it for me. And, while the lake would be a lot of fun, they're only staying for Friday night. I figure they'll go back at some point before the summer's up completely and maybe I can tag along then.
At least I'm in a better mood today, right? And I'll have tomorrow night off completely to do whatever I want. *cheers*
I had to see you one last time
There's something on my mind
How do I say what needs to be said
The words are so hard to find
How about "Bitch, give me my money"
Current Music: 'Bitch' - Stephen Lynch
Jeff, this song could have been written for you. Or maybe I should say by you. And I guess you too, Spencer. You bastards.
Yeah, Stephen Lynch is hysterical.
And just another little ray of sunshine: why even small fluffy mammals hate you.
The presentation actually went very well this morning. Todd even came out and helped us get the boat there for people to look at, despite the pouring rain. He deserves serious kudos for that. Now they've asked us to show the boat at the National meeting in Nashville. And I though we were done.
Current Music: 'Hush' - Angie Aparo
Maybe, just maybe it'll flood again and we won't have to go do this presentation. Wouldn't that be lovely? ;-)
I've re-read HP5. I still hate the ending and I still really dislike how she portrayed Sirius' character. Whining and sulking just isn't like the guy who waited almost fourteen years for revenge.
I saw a bit of this press conference on the news this morning. It actually made me laugh, particuarly when one reporter popped up with the military's own definition of guerilla warfare. Have I mentioned that Rumsfeld creeps me out?