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.:. Last one for a while
Monday, June 30, 2003 ~ 10:24 p.m.


You know, I keep saying this, but it's been one of those days. I'm not angry per se, just tiredsadhurtlonelyconfusedfedupresolvedanxioushopefuldepressed. Most of all just tired. Emotions always run amok at night. It's a proven fact. I think I need to start going to bed at sundown.

To quote Ron, "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode."

Okay, enough with the whining posts! *nod* I promise.

Current Music: 'Ordinary Life' - Kristen Barry

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.:. *snarl*
Monday, June 30, 2003 ~ 01:25 p.m.

I just got an extremely nasty email from a member of ASCE, basically ripping my head off for not telling her until the very last minute that we were practicing the presentation last night. On the contrary, we discussed it Tuesday and I sent out an email Friday checking the times with everyone. I called her Sunday morning to make sure she had received the email and she never answered her phone.

She also chewed me out for setting meetings at times that are only convenient for me. I ALWAYS make a point to check times with everyone and adjust MY schedule accordingly because I really do have the most flexible schedule of the bunch. This time, I set it on Sunday specifically because Jackie and she both had said they couldn't make it Monday. Jackie's case was the most convincing, though, because if he doesn't finish unpacking the trailer tonight, we can't take the boat to the presentation tomorrow.

People tell me I have a temper. Little do they realize how much effort I put into sitting on it. This girl, it seems, is unwilling to make the effort. I'm actually quite proud of my response to her - I managed to keep most of the venom and all of the intense anger out of it. Nothing infuriates me quicker than being attacked and yelling at me is 100% guaranteed to trigger blinding rage. If I wasn't president it would have been a much nastier letter, but I also consider her a friend. I try as often as possible to NOT squash my friends as thoroughly as they might deserve.

Why is it that when I do the right thing, it blows up in my face? *seethes quietly*

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.:. *snicker*
Monday, June 30, 2003 ~ 08:50 a.m.

Even Bucky the cat makes fun of liberal arts majors.

Smack-you-in-the-head laureate. Hee hee! :-D

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.:. To Do List
Sunday, June 29, 2003 ~ 10:06 p.m.

- work 8-4
- 4:30 meet Mo and Robert to work on boat
- 6:00 meet Kat and others at David's Bridal to order bridesmaid dresses and maybe go to dinner

- work 8-4
- 11:30 - 1:00 Presentation for ASCE City Chapter
- 5:30 meet Robert and others for Fundraising Committee meeting
- 7:00 meet Jessica

- work 8-4
- 7:00 SARS bullshit meeting RI M-50

Busy week ahead. Thursday night I leave for Nashville.

Today was a long day. It started out with my parents leaving, progressed to utter boredom, then abruptly shifted to me feeling completely useless and distinctly out-of-place. Rounding out the emotional potluck was the anger towards Amber for forgetting to show up to work on club stuff...again. *sigh* I have the horrible feeling that something's going to go wrong for Tuesday's presentation. I figure if all three of them just show up, I'll call it a victory.

Current Music: 'Trouble' - Coldplay

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.:. Woo!
Sunday, June 29, 2003 ~ 11:01 a.m.

I finally have a sofa! Well, actually a futon. It's a hell of a lot bigger than it looked in the store, but I think I've adjusted to that. It's got a very tall back, which looks a little weird at first, but it's very very comfortable. I bought it in Nashville and my parents brought it with them Friday.

It was a good weekend. It's a little strange to have my parents as guests, instead of the other way around, but they say they enjoyed their stay. :-) I had a good time, at least. We drove down to Clanton and bought peaches yesterday, so I'm going to try my hand at peach cobbler tomorrow or Tuesday. We also finally tried Greenbriar Bar-b-que, a place we've be meaning to go to since my sophomore year. We've always driven past it, noting the number of cars, and told ourselves we'd try it sometime. It was actually pretty good!

Oh, and I have homemade chocolate chip cookies. Yeah, I'm better than you. *grin*

Current Music: 'Eric's Song' - Vienna Teng

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.:. This isn't Monday is it?
Thursday, June 26, 2003 ~ 02:05 p.m.

Commence Whining

Today is an angry day. I'm mad for a whole list of reasons and it's actually a really long list. Most of the things on it are no more than irritating, but when you lump them all together....angry Sarah. Grr.

And I hate you. Yes, YOU.

The club fair was...pathetic. I think every year the basic intelligence and interest levels of our nation's children drop. Seriously - some of these kids, it's like talking to a wall. Of course, I remember developing that glassy stare at my Compass, but I'm pretty sure I waited until Friday. At least we got a few interested people. The cross-section was a big hit. Still, it was disturbing that our most interested student was a psych major. *sigh*

Anyways, I'm off to cheerfully strangle a few specific individuals.

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.:. Oh, they will...they will....
Wednesday, June 25, 2003 ~ 09:05 a.m.

Quote of the Day: "Well, that's where you're wrong, pinky. You have to eat them to show them who's boss. If everybody stopped eating cows, they'd take over, man! Pretty soon you'd have some big jerky cow right up in your face saying 'Do my laundry!'" - Get Fuzzy

It appears that it is going to be yet another mind-numbing day at work. Joy. Yesterday my unexpected possession of the fifth Harry Potter book led me to forget that I was supposed to be constructing an egg drop for SARS (Students Advocating the Return to Space), so instead I have to throw one together when I leave work. Hopefully it'll dry before 7. I'd just shrug it off, but I promised Patrick I'd bring one so we'd have at least one excuse to take everyone up to play on top of the Physics building.

Apparently I managed to injure my hand a couple days ago - it's becoming very difficult to write and/or grip things, although there's no kind of bruise or anything. It just hurts and I don't recall doing anything to it. Jeff, kindly take the pins OUT of the voodoo doll.

Since Jessica got sick Monday night and didn't make it out to my place, she's planning on coming over tomorrow night for dinner. As soon as she leaves I will begin the mad process of cleaning for my parent's visit this weekend. They're coming to stay with me starting Friday afternoon. That means an extra clean apartment. *nod* In fact, I'll probably get started today after the SARS meeting.


Current Music: 'Missing' - Evanescence

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.:. HP5 Review
Wednesday, June 25, 2003 ~ 08:15 a.m.

Warning: Might be a few quasi-spoilers included here. I don't give details, but you could infer a little, I guess.

At 11:45 last night, I finishd Order of the Phoenix. And you know what? I didn't like it.

It wasn't nearly as good as The Goblet of Fire and not even remotely comparable to my favorite of the series, The Prisoner of Azkaban. I'll admit that the first two thirds of the book were pretty good, although the characters all could have used a couple good slaps to stop their whining. I loved the opening chapter. But the last third was so......cheap. It's like she just got sick of writing and wanted it over with as soon as possible. The fact that she killed off my favorite character didn't help. It wasn't even for a good reason! A stinking accident - he didn't even have the dignity of dying nobly. And the prophecy....that was absolutely nothing we hadn't figured out by the end of the first book! Its revelation was supposed to be climactic, I guess, but it would have had a much better effect if Harry had turned out the be Lily and Voldemort's love child or something we weren't expecting.

Of course, I guessed who had to die about 200 pages in. Maybe his death would have been a little less offensive if I hadn't. But I doubt it. And I'd still be disappointed with how she portrayed all the characters, especially Dumbledore. The only one I wasn't upset with was McGonagall - she was pretty cool.

I'm going to go back and re-read it over the next few days and see if I like it any better the second time through. I know it's technically a children's series, but I still think Rowling could have done better.

Those of you who've read it, what did you think?

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.:. My preciousssssss
Tuesday, June 24, 2003 ~ 12:36 p.m.

Jackie is my HERO. He found HP 5 at Costco and picked me up a copy!!! I know what I'm doing after I get off of work. I already made the mistake of reading the first few lines and it was all I could do to put it down.

*dances around the room* Finally!

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.:. Brain....ooozing...must find...work....
Tuesday, June 24, 2003 ~ 10:01 a.m.

Is it just now 10:00??? I feel like I've been at work for ages. The boss is out again, having staples pulled out of his head, so it's going to be a slow day. Already is, in fact.

I woke up today inexplicably happy. So far, it's actually been a GOOD day, despite the creeping boredom. Just everything had gone right. It makes me incredibly suspicious - means God's lining up for one hell of a sucker punch.

I'm still gloating over FIT getting smacked down at Nationals. I know it's petty of me, but it really does serve them right. And the fact that it proves we were right just makes it even better. *smiles beatifically* I posted some pics of our boat last night. You can see them

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.:. Happy Events
Monday, June 23, 2003 ~ 09:30 p.m.

Joanna called me tonight to let me know that Peter Henry Pearson, Jr. was born Saturday evening and that both he and she are now home from the hospital. I think she was surprised that he arrived a week early and so easily, considering what Eli put her through. I'm going to go home July 4th so I can properly fawn over the baby.

Still, it's incredibly strange to be getting calls from old friends saying, "Hi, I've just had my second child!" It makes me twitch, particularly when I consider my current goals and/or status. I still think of myself as very young and so very not ready for kids. Jo, though...motherhood really suits her and I'm not sure when that change came about. It's so easy to lose track of friends. You don't even realize the monumental changes they're going through until they call you up and announce a wedding or a child or a parole date or something.

The concrete canoe national competition was this past weekend, and I am pleased to announce that FIT tied for last place (19th) with five other schools. I think they were disqualified, although I don't know what exactly for. Serves the little bastards right for cheating in the first place. And it gives me a sense of supreme satisfaction because it handily provides justification for UAH's accusations that the regional judges didn't know what they were doing when they refused to disqualify FIT in March. It also makes the national committee look pretty stupid for ignoring us and our protest. A protest which will soon be published online for all to see, I might add. I've already fixed up most of
the report page.

Blarh. Oh and I posted some new sketches. Well, not terribly new, but newly scanned. Nothing special or even particuarly noteworthy. Actually, they're pretty rough - just random bits and scraps. I just felt like dusting off the old gallery. I keep promising myself I'll start drawing again and actually WORK at it.

Current Music: 'Think Twice' - Eve 6

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.:. Gratuitous Lyrics Post
Sunday, June 22, 2003 ~ 04:21 p.m.

In case you haven't noticed, Jessica posted. It's not like it will ever happen again, but I thought I'd point people there anyway. ;-)

Momentum - Vienna Teng

why am I walking barefoot
upon this road with no one around
I close my eyes to this decision
the night's like coffee to my tongue
like waking up without a sound
I map the words out
maybe you will say them

would you help me rise up
touch my face and watch me try to breathe again
would you let me do this
burn down the final wall

overcome me baby
overcome me baby
overcome me baby
overcome me yeah
all I'm asking is to be alive for once

always I am mistaken
I look for love I find a stone
of all the seasons winter befriends me
I come to you in friendship
and hold my breath against the snow
what are you thinking as I gaze into you

forgive me the confusion
forgive me as I realize my thoughts betrayed
you are the answer
cry and smile the same

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.:. Yergh
Friday, June 20, 2003 ~ 01:15 p.m.

Just about everyone who knows me knows that I have a very high tolerance for gore. I can view various gaping wounds, scars, lines of stitches, and other similar sights without turning a hair. My boss currently has staples closing a cut that stretches from his ear to the middle of his forehead. My response, "Cool! Too bad it's not Halloween."

But there is one thing I can't hear about, much less look at, without cringing and today, Yahoo News kindly ran an article on the subject. With pictures. Appropriately, it was entitled

Tongue splitting. Tongue splitting is seriously yucky. Don't believe me, check out the article and LOOK at the first picture. It's not cool, it's not attractive, it's not even terribly inventive. It's just dumb...and yucky. Not only that, but who really wants a lisp for the rest of their lives? Apparently a select few do. But it makes me sick to see it.

Still, my day would not be complete unless I found a subject so disturbing as to cause my coworkers to curl up into the fetal position and keen. The tongue thing, while it has that effect on me, isn't quite strong enough. But lo and behold...the very last sentence of the posted article:

"But for believers in modification, a split tongue is merely a start. Split penises, sliced lengthwise in half, are not unheard of among aficionados."

Give it a minute, the mental image will appear. That is all. Goodnight.

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.:. Truer Words....
Thursday, June 19, 2003 ~ 09:25 a.m.

Excerpt from "Sabrina, Harry and the Web help Paganism Grow"

"Kevin Carlyon, High Priest of British White Witches said Harry Potter in recent years had continued the trend, helping create what he called "the fastest growing belief system in the world". But it was not all good, he added.

Fresh back from a trip to Scotland to lift an old hex from the Loch Ness Monster, he warned teenagers against joining witch covens too young.

"There are some bloody weird people out there," he said."

....No, really?

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.:. *sigh*
Wednesday, June 18, 2003 ~ 01:46 p.m.

Slytherin! You're classy to the core, favoring the
traditionally finest things the world has to
offer. While you may or may not be evil *wink*
you certainly have the power and attitude to
get what you want. You're clever as all heck,
and tend to be a couple steps ahead of even the
most astute Ravenclaw.

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I think a mild damn is probably somewhat appropriate.

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.:. In my world...
Wednesday, June 18, 2003 ~ 12:38 p.m.

You know, in cases like this, it'd be nice if officers were allowed to use an effective form of crowd control. Forget rubber bullets, firehoses, and plastic shields. Try an M-16. What's going on in Michigan is not a peaceful demonstration - it's nothing but a crowd actively looking for an excuse for violence. If they want violence, I say give them violence. You know what the best crowd control device is? A fucking flamethrower.

I'm all about the direct approach.

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.:. Another day, another police statement...
Tuesday, June 17, 2003 ~ 06:14 p.m.

Well, that was something new. I just turned in my very first witness statement to the Madison County Police Department. My neighbors are...crazy.

I was eating dinner, minding my own business, when I heard an argument start up outside. This is not uncommon with the crazy bastards I call neighbors. So it went on for a bit, then quieted down. Then one of the girls hollered something out the door and it started up anew. I finally got pissed and walked out onto my porch to tell them to shut the fuck up....except that there was someone else - an old man in baseball cap was standing in front of my neighbor's porch, screaming. I watched for a second, but my neighbors didn't say anything back. So I told the guy to leave. He started to come over to me (made me start thinking about clubs and other blunt objects), then stopped and started yelling again. So I told him to leave or I was going to call the cops. He said, "Do that! And when they find this motherfucker's car smashed, tell them who did it!" So I shrugged and said, "Okay" and as I started to walk back inside, I heard him kick the car. Left a huge dent, right above the front wheel on the left-hand side. I grabbed my phone and walked back outside, just as my neighbors came boiling out pissed as hell.

One of them was already on the phone, so I decided to not call the cops and instead started trying to convince my neighbors to go back inside and NOT beat his ass into a bloody pulp, since they had witnesses (to both the damage done and any subsequent ass beating) and a fight would do nothing but get them all in trouble. Two of them actually listened, backed off, and started trying to drag the other two away. So then, the guy kicks the OTHER side of the car. Fortunately, the two neighbors who were still thinking clearly had death grips on the other two and dragged them back before they could jump on the guy. The guy goes to his car, yells at everyone (since half the apartment complex was watching from their balconies by this time) to get his license number, and tears off. Ten minutes later, I was filling out paperwork for Officer Watson.

My neighbors seem to think I did them a favor. Little do they know, if it had been between them I'd have done the same thing and made damn sure someone got a meeting with Madisonís finest. I don't particularly like them, and I don't tolerate that kind of bullshit, especially since they have children. They think I was defending them, but really I just didn't want to see anyone get in a fight. I could care less about them and their stupid fights - I just wanted to eat my dinner in peace.

Which I am now going to go do.

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.:. Why the charade?
Tuesday, June 17, 2003 ~ 01:29 p.m.

You know, Fox News should just go ahead and change their name to "The GOP's Bitch" and get it over with. It's not like America hasn't already figured it out. Or maybe they should just be called "The Republican Channel: We Report. You Obey."

Honestly, how does a news service that large get away with being so blatantly partisan????

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.:. Verdict
Tuesday, June 17, 2003 ~ 10:41 a.m.

It occurs to me that I am merely evil by coincidence. I don't mean to hurt people, I actively try to be a good person, but somehow, I always end up the villain of the piece.

Maybe I should adopt a swirly black cloak and evil laughter, and intentionally torment those around me. Then I'd mostly likely inadvertently strike a blow for justice. Rats, foiled again.

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.:. Quiz Thingy
Monday, June 16, 2003 ~ 09:53 a.m.

You are a Folkie. Good for you.

What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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There's a lot I want to say, but there's really no way to frame it. The thoughts are there, but they just won't make the transition to written word. I've never been able to express real emotion to anyone but a select few anyway, so I don't know why I expected to start now. *shrug*

The weekend was pretty much uneventful. My dad visited for a few hours Sunday. Saturday I discovered that my air conditioner has been leaking water into the hall closet for what looks like years (yuck ick nasty run away call someone else to touch it). I introduced Mo and Jackie to Big Spring Park Saturday night when we missed the movie we were supposed to go see. Oh, and after my dad left I single-handedly defeated an invading army of wombats...but that's a story for another day.

Current Music: 'Momentum' - Vienna Teng

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.:. More Elfwood Art
Saturday, June 14, 2003 ~ 10:52 a.m.

I wish I could draw half as well as this. Beautiful.

So it turns out my dad will be stopping by tomorrow on his way back from Atlanta. That's a good thing! However, it means I get to spend today cleaning. Go me. :-P

Current Music: 'Elevation' - U2

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.:. Strange People in this World
Friday, June 13, 2003 ~ 11:31 a.m.

Okay, these people have waaay too much free time. I'm not sure who's worse - the guy who has time to etch rocks with bad love notes to Nessie or the people with the webcams.

Witch to Loch Ness Monster: 'Don't Be Shy'

LONDON (Reuters) - Sorcerer Kevin Carlyon performed an incantation on the shores of Loch Ness on Friday, trying to lure Britain's favorite monster into the open.

Carlyon, High Priest of British White Witches, said he had cast a spell two years ago to scare off the monster so it would not be caught by a visiting Swedish scientist Jan Sundberg.

But Sundberg is no longer a threat, he said, and now the time has come to reverse the hex on "Nessie."

"I feel this one went quite well," he told Reuters afterwards. "There have been very few sightings over the last couple of years and the aim is to slightly reverse the spell so Nessie starts to pop up again."

Reports of a "horrible great beastie" have been emerging from the 200-meter deep Scottish loch for many centuries, often describing a black creature with a fat body and serpentine neck.

But it was not until a road was built along the shoreline in the 1930s that Nessie-watching really took off. These days, there are numerous web-cams beaming 24-hour footage of the dark waters around the world via the Internet.

"I personally believe what is up here is more a spirit or a ghost than anything," said Carlyon, who discovered his own paranormal powers aged five when he correctly predicted a school mate would fall out of a tree and break his arm.

During Friday's ceremony, Carlyon said he cast a talisman into the loch -- a flat stone inscribed with ancient Nordic runes and witchcraft symbols -- while chanting the incantation: "Let Nessie be free, may her spirit be free, so may it be."

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.:. Productive Sarah
Thursday, June 12, 2003 ~ 08:43 p.m.

You know, it's amazing how much I like my mother. Yeah, she can drive me crazy at times (after all, she's still my mother), but for the most part she and I get along really well. If you'd asked me six years ago if we'd ever be friends, I'd probably have laughed...really really hard. Now, we are and you know what? It's pretty cool. :-)

It's been a productive evening. I got a lot of things straightened out regarding ASCE, threw together rough drafts for two IEEE shirts, created a huge mess during the attempt to get rid of some of my boxes, designed a quick blog layout for Jessica, then talked to my mother for almost an hour. I forgot my dad was leaving for Atlanta today - my mother says he may be stopping in Huntsville this weekend.

I think one of the reasons I'm a packrat is because it's so much fun to "discover" stuff when "cleaning" later. In the last couple of hours, I've found all kinds of interesting things I'd forgotten I owned. Prismacolor markers, five yards of dark red velvet and gold ribbon, Michael Whelan paintings, an Apollo 1 mission patch, a harmonica (fabrique en Republique Democratique Allemande, even!), and other useless but intriguing bits of this and that. I accumulate the strangest things.

Current Muisc: 'Hope Alone' - Indigo Girls

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.:. Doooooom!
Wednesday, June 11, 2003 ~ 03:11 p.m.

Out of the next 10 days, the Weather Channel is currently forcasting ONE day without storms. I love Alabama in the summer.

While I hold to the theory that I am, in fact, solar powered, a good two or three days of sun is generally enough to keep me going in between. Not rain - I hate drizzel and gray as much as the next person - but there's just something about thunderstorms that I have always loved. Good stuff. *nod*

My boss, Jackie, and Greg were here at work until 8:30 last night. They've been working like mad all today too. I'm buried, they're buried...it's good not to be so terribly bored!

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.:. SEDS Announcement
Tuesday, June 10, 2003 ~ 08:17 a.m.

Why am I in SEDS? Partly because we get meeting announcements like this:

"SEDS will meet this Wednesday at 7:00 PM in VBRH M-50 as usual, and then proceed together to the field between SECH and the police station to launch rockets and anything else we think might fly. Protective gear optional."

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.:. *bite scratch hiss* Part II
Monday, June 9, 2003 ~ 03:58 p.m.

I went over this afternoon to see if the damage at Johnson was as bad as they were making it out to be. It was. Turns out the Vice President of Facilities, upon seeing it, demanded that the campus police be called and the people responsible for the mess be charged with vandalism. Our advisors managed to convince the angry people that ASCE had nothing to do with it and I did my part in damage control during my meeting, but I have no idea if it was effective or not. Probably not - those people have been looking for an excuse to get us out of there for years now. They're not going to pass up this opportunity just because we didn't do it after all.

It just pisses me off that everyone thinks people in ASCE would be so inconsiderate (and so STUPID) as to just leave a mess like that. In the six years we've been there, nothing like this has ever happened, but they're content to say it's "just like those concrete canoers" and leave it at that. I'm gonna kill me a grad student.

Current Music: 'Closer to Myself' - Kendall Payne

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.:. *bite scratch hiss*
Monday, June 9, 2003 ~ 10:58 a.m.

The moment I walked through the door to work this morning, Jackie was there, "Sarah we've got a problem." It's phrases like that that make you want to turn around a walk back out again. Turned it wasn't anything too terrible, but still an annoyance.

Apparently one of Gilbert's grad students was working in Johnson over the weekend and managed to make a huge mess, all over the renovated office space and the bathroom outside the bay. Concrete everywhere. But instead of talking to Dr. Toutanji about it, the response of Mr. Carol and the others in charge of Johnson was to immediately threaten to kick ASCE out of the building.

Considering that the grad student in question isn't even a member of ASCE, their attitude towards us is totally unacceptable. I'm going over there this afternoon to have a polite little chat with Mr. Carol and company to explain that fact. I'm also going to make a point to educate them on courtesy. We've done everything we could to accommodate them so far, even to the point of not pushing the issue when they screwed us over. Now, they have a problem that isn't even our fault, but they're screaming bloody murder and demanding our heads. If they had simply come to me or Dr. Toutanji and explained the situation, it would have been taken care of. Throwing a fit and making threats does nothing except piss several people off.

As for the grad student...I'll tear into him when I get the chance. I've already told Gilbert that if it happens again, we're taking the student's key away and making him work only under supervision...at our convenience, not his.

I hate rude people and I don't tolerate bullshit well. I resent the fact that these people can be so nasty to us and I can't respond in kind. But I can be exquisitely polite and still make my point. It could be an interesting day.

Current Music: 'Crucify' - Tori Amos

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.:. Life in General
Sunday, June 8, 2003 ~ 06:53 p.m.

Despite the rain and storms, the ASCE Lake Day was a success. Only seven people attended total, two of them not even ASCE members (everyone else wussed out because of the rain), but it was a lot of fun. Mo, Jackie, Todd, and I all camped out Friday and Saturday night at the lot. Fishing, swimming, and eating were the priorities of the weekend and, being the diligent relaxers we are, every objective was met and exceeded. I am now a toasty lobster red on my arms and cheeks, but otherwise in far better shape than when I left Friday.

The only shadow over the enjoyment of the weekend was Todd coming home to find that his dog, Dakota, had died during the weekend. She was just fine the last time any of us saw her. I wish he hadn't been the one to find her - she bled to death when her stitches from surgery last Monday tore open - and I would have done anything to have spared him seeing her body. I know what my reaction would be if I found one of my pets like that. Life, I've found, isn't exactly running over with fairness.

I can't believe June is already here. The days are just flying by and there's still so much to do. It's time to get back up and start working through my list.

Here's to the week ahead.

Current Music: 'Missing' - Evanescence

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.:. *snarl*
Friday, June 6, 2003 ~ 01:47 p.m.

Anger. Lots of anger. People keep telling me it's a bad thing. I'm not so sure I agree.

I'd go dismantle something (preferably something human) but I'm going to be stuck here at work for the next several hours.

Rage...not healthy.

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.:. Here and there
Friday, June 6, 2003 ~ 12:21 p.m.

I'm bored. And when I'm bored, I browse. And when I find something interesting, I want to share it with the other bored people. So here you go - random bits of stuff to keep you occupied for five minutes or so.

Yesterday I found another Elfwood artist with real talent.
Go forth and browse her artwork.

Don't like her stuff? Try Ursula Vernon. She's much better and her subject matter is generally more intriguing. Jeff, this is the woman who painted Having That Dream Again. Her little bits of 'writing' that come along with the paintings are pretty funny too.

"The witch-burning sucked. I don't think anybody's gonna argue that. And they generally caught people who were completely innocent and just baffled by the whole affair. But what always struck me was the incredible pettiness of the charges. "I sold my soul to Satan and had sex with the devil in the form of a black goat, and I got the power to spoil the milk!" I mean, crimony, you think that if you're gonna give head to the Devil, you could at least get something useful. Ooo, making cows sick with the evil eye. Sure, that was worth all those Sabbats. Sheesh. If I'm selling my soul to Satan, I at least want France, or Italy, or the Pope or something worthwhile." - Ursula Vernon, Trismegustus

One of my favorite blogs (although blog is a pretty rough term for it) belongs to Domesticat, a friend of a friend, whom I met two years ago over frisbee and bastardized Uno. I barely know her, but I keep up with her writing just because she's good. I've linked to her before, usually over something hilariously funny she's produced. This time, the posts I'm pointing you to are a little more serious, but I liked them, so here you are.
"You got me. I'm listening."
"Hay Bales"

And that's about it. I hope this rain dies down or else camping is out. I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night floating down Smith Lake.

Current Music: 'Silent All These Years' - Tori Amos

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.:. Nifty quiz thingy
Friday, June 6, 2003 ~ 08:30 a.m.

Quiz based on Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy. Thanks, Jen!

Snake Daemon
Your SNAKE DAEMON shows that you are dangerous,
clever, and disconcert others with your
effortless power. You function best when left
to yourself, as other people's minds work too
slowly for your liking.

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Okay, snakes are cool and all, but I think I'd have liked something with wings. Or maybe an evil golden monkey...wait...no...

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.:. DIY Cruise Missile
Thursday, June 5, 2003 ~ 10:23 a.m.

This is an article SEDS should take heart from.


Building a Cruise Missile in His Backyard

WELLINGTON (Reuters) - A New Zealand handyman with a passion for jet engines says he is building a cruise missile in his backyard using parts and technology freely available over the Internet.

Bruce Simpson, a 49-year-old Internet site developer, has a site entitled "A DIY Cruise Missile" on which he says he was prompted to build the missile because so many people had told him it could not easily be done.

"I decided to put my money where my mouth is and build a cruise missile in my garage, on a budget of just $5,000," he said on his Web site (

"I like to think of this project as a military version of 'Junkyard Wars'," he says referring to a television program about teams building big machines from scrapyard materials.

He said he would publish step-by-step instructions on his Web site about how to make the jet-powered missile, which would be able to fly 100 km (60 miles) from his home, north of the main city of Auckland, in less than 15 minutes.

The missile could carry a small warhead weighing 10 kg (22 lb), would be hard to detect on radar, and would be impossible for the New Zealand Air Force to stop, Simpson said.

"Obviously the goal is not to provide terrorists or other nefarious types with plans for a working cruise missile but to prove the point that nations need to be prepared for this type of sophisticated attack from within their own borders."

The New Zealand Herald newspaper reported Simpson had imported a radio control transmitter, global positioning equipment, and a flight control system, among other things, without encountering problems from New Zealand customs.

"We are aware of the initiative," a Defense Force spokesman told Reuters, but declined any further comment.

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.:. After you are enough with your joy...
Wednesday, June 4, 2003 ~ 04:25 p.m.

Today was suprisingly uneventful, especially compared to the hell day of yesterday. I'm no longer on the verge of totally decompensating, for which I know at least two people are immensely grateful. It's not often that I have days where I just fall apart like that. I won't let it happen again. ;-)

And, since I have nothing constructive to babble about, I now leave you with this

Cat prin...very very strange, very very wrong. I think the Engrish just makes it even sadder.

1. Dress her up. Cheer or yell, do whatever you like to enjoy the moment with your family.

2. After you are enough with your joy, take a photo! Take some poses and leave her some cute photos!

3. Remove her clothes and give her a hub, say "Thank you!"

It sounds like something criminal, doesn't it?

Current Music: 'Disarm' - Smashing Pumpkins

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.:. I think I'm paranoid
Tuesday, June 3, 2003 ~ 10:15 a.m.

Just in case you weren't paranoid enough already, the government introduces LifeLog. Guaranteed to make even the most contentious citizen nervous as hell. Big Brother IS watching you. Or at least he will be.

" Visual, aural, and possibly even haptic sensors capture what the user sees, hears, and feels. GPS, digital compass, and inertial sensors capture the userís orientation and movements. Biomedical sensors capture the userís physical state. LifeLog also captures the userís computer-based interactions and transactions throughout the day from email, calendar, instant messaging, web-based transactions, as well as other common computer applications, and stores the data (or, in some cases, pointers to the data) in appropriate formats. Voice transactions can be captured through recording of telephone calls and voice mail, with the called and calling numbers as metadata. FAX and hardcopy written material (such as postal mail) can be scanned. Finally, LifeLog also captures (or at least captures pointers to) the tremendous amounts of context data the user is exposed to every day from diverse media sources, including broadcast television and radio, hardcopy newspapers, magazines, books and other documents, and softcopy electronic books, web sites, and database access." - DARPA

Scared yet?

Note: This next section is entirely self-pitying whining. I advise skipping entirely. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I don't want to go to the ASCE meeting alone - I'll fall asleep in my soup. I don't want to go the ESC meeting tonight because I might have to bitchslap one of the officers. I don't particularly want to go shopping, but since a pair of my jeans was dyed green by a flyer I left in a pocket last night, I have to do that too. I don't really want to go out with friends before the meeting because then I'll be even more upset. I want to curl up in my bed, pull the covers over my head, and sleep my way through to this time next year. Really, I just want to be happy.

Current Music: 'Hold On' - Sarah McLachlan

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.:. Did you say sandwich monkey?
Monday, June 2, 2003 ~ 03:53 p.m.

Nothing like having to choose between remaining in the soul-sucking vortex of evil that is Wal-Mart or dog-paddling to the car with your groceries strapped to your body. In the end, I decided to stay inside and occupied the time by watching little old women attempt suicide by flinging themselves into the rising water with blue plastic bags tied securely over their faces.

It's going to be a busy week. Meetings Tuesday at lunch and Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights, then camping at Smith Lake Friday night, and Lake Day on Saturday. I'm really looking forward to the SEDS meeting Wednesday night. I hope the club can actually get off the ground (pardon the pun) and be active for more than a few weeks this year. The new president seems to be pretty motivated.

Rally monkey.

Current Music: 'Gravity' - Vienna Teng

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.:. Being social
Sunday, June 1, 2003 ~ 10:48 p.m.

I think the highlight of the evening was the look on Jeff's face when the waitress offered to show him the tattoo on her chest, then proceeded to pull down her shirt and show us. Chili's just gets more interesting every time I go.

I needed today. No alarm clock, no watch, no plans. Somewhere in there I met up with Jeff and we wandered out to the park to play frisbee. Bongo drums! Later, we stopped by Cabana, collected Jessica and Jared, and headed out for margaritas. Much hilarity ensued. We declined an invitation from Matt to go shoot pool at the Jazz Factory, and instead ended up back at Cabana watching (and mocking) a movie about demon fish people.

Maybe it wasn't the most productive day ever, but it was a lot of fun.

Current Music: 'Warning Sign' - Coldplay

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