Wednesday, May 30, 2007
it be a-changing...
My pirate name, that is:
My pirate name is:
Mad Prudentilla Read
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!
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My pirate name is:
Mad Prudentilla Read
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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Labels: quizzes
giles is dreamy...
...at least my iPod and iTunes think so.
While riding the bus into work this morning, I was listening to my lovely iPod, as I am wont to do while riding on the bus. And my lovely iPod decided that it really, really wanted me to listen to Music for Elevators, which I bought several years ago whilst in the throes of my deep Anthony Stewart Head crush.
(I still think he's impossibly yummy, mind you. It's just, now that I have my own nummy treat of a boyfriend, I'm a little bit more in control of my celebrity crushes.)
Oh, the iPod would toss in a few non-Tony Head songs, to throw me off the track, but I could tell what it was up to. Not that I minded - his voice is sublime and the music is good (even if I find the lyrics a bit on twee side).
But, once I sat at my desk and started up my iTunes, it immediately started up with It Doesn't Matter by Allison Kraus and the Union Station, which I got from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Album. And that august TV show featured, of course, Anthony Stewart Head. Soon afterwards the iTunes also chimed in with Music for Elevators songs.
Of course, now that I'm writing about it, the iTunes has decided to explore some of the other artists I have loaded up, such as Simon and Garfunkel, Richard Thompson, Laura Cantrell, Sligo Rags and Emmylou Harris. But I just bet that, a few minutes after I post this entry, iTunes will be swooning over Tony Head again.
At least Apple products have good taste...
While riding the bus into work this morning, I was listening to my lovely iPod, as I am wont to do while riding on the bus. And my lovely iPod decided that it really, really wanted me to listen to Music for Elevators, which I bought several years ago whilst in the throes of my deep Anthony Stewart Head crush.
(I still think he's impossibly yummy, mind you. It's just, now that I have my own nummy treat of a boyfriend, I'm a little bit more in control of my celebrity crushes.)
Oh, the iPod would toss in a few non-Tony Head songs, to throw me off the track, but I could tell what it was up to. Not that I minded - his voice is sublime and the music is good (even if I find the lyrics a bit on twee side).
But, once I sat at my desk and started up my iTunes, it immediately started up with It Doesn't Matter by Allison Kraus and the Union Station, which I got from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Album. And that august TV show featured, of course, Anthony Stewart Head. Soon afterwards the iTunes also chimed in with Music for Elevators songs.
Of course, now that I'm writing about it, the iTunes has decided to explore some of the other artists I have loaded up, such as Simon and Garfunkel, Richard Thompson, Laura Cantrell, Sligo Rags and Emmylou Harris. But I just bet that, a few minutes after I post this entry, iTunes will be swooning over Tony Head again.
At least Apple products have good taste...
Labels: fangirl, joss whedon, musical interlude, yummy
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
ambivalent...
So. Jerry Falwell is dead.
Huh.
Several of my friends are happy that he is no longer breathing the same air as those of us who don't have deep, festering, hate-filled wounds where souls usually reside, but I can't quite bring myself to join in their rejoicing. Death has always made me a little sad, no matter who it is. I can't help it. And, oddly enough, that's the case here.
I didn't like Falwell at all. Many's the time I've fleetingly considered serious violence on him and his ilk for such bigoted, hateful spew. I agree that he was a waste of skin. But death? Can't go there. Just not who I am, I guess.
Oh well.
However, I do NOT wish that he would RIP. There should be no peace in Hell for the likes of him. If there is a Satan and he sent people to this earth to foment unrest and suffering, it's obvious that Falwell and friends were amongst those sent. He's just going back to where he was spawned.
SIH, Falwell.
Huh.
Several of my friends are happy that he is no longer breathing the same air as those of us who don't have deep, festering, hate-filled wounds where souls usually reside, but I can't quite bring myself to join in their rejoicing. Death has always made me a little sad, no matter who it is. I can't help it. And, oddly enough, that's the case here.
I didn't like Falwell at all. Many's the time I've fleetingly considered serious violence on him and his ilk for such bigoted, hateful spew. I agree that he was a waste of skin. But death? Can't go there. Just not who I am, I guess.
Oh well.
However, I do NOT wish that he would RIP. There should be no peace in Hell for the likes of him. If there is a Satan and he sent people to this earth to foment unrest and suffering, it's obvious that Falwell and friends were amongst those sent. He's just going back to where he was spawned.
SIH, Falwell.
Labels: religion, white-hot hate
Monday, May 14, 2007
it's all mine...
...and it's soooo pretty! Came all charged up, ready to run, which was good, since I needed it for meetings on Saturday (which is when I picked it up). At the Coordinating Committee meeting I stroked it lovingly, in full view of everyone, and made MusicianMan sputter a laugh as I mouthed, "My preciousss..." The chair of SoCal Grassroots even made mention of my new acquisition, since I opened it and worked on it while at a meeting at his place earlier in the day.
Later that night, while at HSTeacher's home, I loaded up some nice programs. The next day the two of us sat in his living room, quietly working on our respective laptops (his is a 15" Apple Titanium PowerBook) much as another couple would read the newspaper on a Sunday morning. The extent of our collective geekiness made me laugh.
Next step in entering the 21st Century: getting high-speed intenet. Then a cell phone with Bluetooth (which may end up being a hand-held).
*sigh*
Labels: gadgets, geeky, HSTeacher, tech-lust
gettin' my geek on...
So there I am, just minding my own business, checking out the JPL site, when a headline flashes across the screen: Mission Could Seek out Spock's Home Planet:
Even cooler? I actually know people who are working on SIM.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but working at JPL? Rocks beyond all imagining.
BTW, if y'all are in the L.A. area this weekend, check out JPL's Open House. I've been twice, before my days as a JPL contractor, and it is tons of geeky fun. I highly recommend it. I don't know if I'll be there - I've broached it to HSTeacher, but we haven't talked about it yet.
Astronomers at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory have recently concluded that the upcoming planet-finding mission, SIM PlanetQuest, would be able to detect an Earth-like planet around the star 40 Eridani, a planet familiar to "Star Trek" fans as "Vulcan." 40 Eridani, a triple-star system 16 light-years from Earth, includes a red-orange K dwarf star slightly smaller and cooler than our sun. Vulcan is thought to orbit that dwarf star, called 40 Eridani A.Yeah, the Trek geek and the science groupie in me both perked up their ears at that.
Even cooler? I actually know people who are working on SIM.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but working at JPL? Rocks beyond all imagining.
BTW, if y'all are in the L.A. area this weekend, check out JPL's Open House. I've been twice, before my days as a JPL contractor, and it is tons of geeky fun. I highly recommend it. I don't know if I'll be there - I've broached it to HSTeacher, but we haven't talked about it yet.
Labels: fangirl, geeky, good things
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
oh, crap...
Today is Noodlefest in Missouri and there's no way I can get there to attend it.
Anyone going there, worship His Noodly Appendage on my behalf, mm'k?
*sigh*
UPDATE: I still can't go, but I have found the perfect iBook accessory, as soon as I get my iBook:
It can be found at GelaSkins, which has all sorts of cool Apple skins.
Anyone going there, worship His Noodly Appendage on my behalf, mm'k?
*sigh*
UPDATE: I still can't go, but I have found the perfect iBook accessory, as soon as I get my iBook:
It can be found at GelaSkins, which has all sorts of cool Apple skins.
Labels: good things, humor, pouty face, religion
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
seems okay with it...
...Pluto, I mean.
Y'all know I have some Pluto issues. I don't know why I'm so attached to that lil' planet, but I am. In December I took HSTeacher and his kids on a tour of JPL, where I discovered in the observation gallery of the mini-mission control room that someone had removed Pluto from the solar system display. I just about lost my mind over it (though calmly - no need for the kids to think their father's girlfriend is a complete nutjob).
Oddly enough, Pluto seems to be taking it better than I did.
Venus may be my ruling planet, and I love her and all, but I knew Pluto was a cool celestial body.
No wonder I've been taking this demotion so hard.
Y'all know I have some Pluto issues. I don't know why I'm so attached to that lil' planet, but I am. In December I took HSTeacher and his kids on a tour of JPL, where I discovered in the observation gallery of the mini-mission control room that someone had removed Pluto from the solar system display. I just about lost my mind over it (though calmly - no need for the kids to think their father's girlfriend is a complete nutjob).
Oddly enough, Pluto seems to be taking it better than I did.
Venus may be my ruling planet, and I love her and all, but I knew Pluto was a cool celestial body.
No wonder I've been taking this demotion so hard.
Labels: Pluto
Monday, May 07, 2007
suck it up, bitch...
I hate the celebrity society in which we live. Hate how the deaths in Iraq and Darfur and Afghanistan are less important than the Alec Baldwin tape. I despise it with a white-hot passion.
But I feel I have to respond to this whol P*r*s H*lt*n crap happening. I feel I have to respond to her cries of, "I feel that I was treated unfairly and that the sentence is both cruel and unwarranted. I don't deserve this."
Fuck you, cunt.
Forty-five days is not cruel. It is certainly not unwarranted. If you were anyone else, you would have been in jail for at least a year, and deservedly so.
You drove drunk. You could have killed yourself. You could have killed another human being. Then you were stupid enough to drive on a suspended license. Consider yourself lucky that no one died and that I wasn't your judge, because you can bet you'd get the maximum amount of jail time available.
I hope that, while in jail (and you had damned well better go to jail and not get off on a technicality), you are forced to talk to people who have lost loved ones to drunk drivers. I'll gladly step up to the plate for that one. I'll watch you squirm as I tell you about how, thirty-four years ago last week, my brother watched my sister get hit by a drunk driver as she crossed a street. How he saw her dragged under the car wheels for several yards. How my mother, when she had to identify her oldest child's body, wasn't allowed to hug her one last time because, as the police told her later, her daughter's scalp had been torn off and was only sitting on the top of her skull. How the driver got off with a slap on the hand when she should have been locked up for man-slaughter for killing a ten year old girl and shattering a family whose members still have scars from that day and always will.
On Saturday I told some friends, when the subject of drinking and driving came up, that I am a stone cold bitch when it comes to this subject. I will always be a stone cold bitch in regards to drinking and driving. I make no apologies for that, nor will I ever.
Suck it up, P*r*s. Do the time. Be human. For once.
But I feel I have to respond to this whol P*r*s H*lt*n crap happening. I feel I have to respond to her cries of, "I feel that I was treated unfairly and that the sentence is both cruel and unwarranted. I don't deserve this."
Fuck you, cunt.
Forty-five days is not cruel. It is certainly not unwarranted. If you were anyone else, you would have been in jail for at least a year, and deservedly so.
You drove drunk. You could have killed yourself. You could have killed another human being. Then you were stupid enough to drive on a suspended license. Consider yourself lucky that no one died and that I wasn't your judge, because you can bet you'd get the maximum amount of jail time available.
I hope that, while in jail (and you had damned well better go to jail and not get off on a technicality), you are forced to talk to people who have lost loved ones to drunk drivers. I'll gladly step up to the plate for that one. I'll watch you squirm as I tell you about how, thirty-four years ago last week, my brother watched my sister get hit by a drunk driver as she crossed a street. How he saw her dragged under the car wheels for several yards. How my mother, when she had to identify her oldest child's body, wasn't allowed to hug her one last time because, as the police told her later, her daughter's scalp had been torn off and was only sitting on the top of her skull. How the driver got off with a slap on the hand when she should have been locked up for man-slaughter for killing a ten year old girl and shattering a family whose members still have scars from that day and always will.
On Saturday I told some friends, when the subject of drinking and driving came up, that I am a stone cold bitch when it comes to this subject. I will always be a stone cold bitch in regards to drinking and driving. I make no apologies for that, nor will I ever.
Suck it up, P*r*s. Do the time. Be human. For once.
Labels: dick-weed, stupid things, white-hot hate
fun with photos...
I have a nice little digital camera that ModelGirl gave to me a few years ago. I carry it in my purse, because I never know when I'm going to see something that I think is picture worthy. Like this:
(Good to know, Person-Who-Lives-In-My-Neighborhood. I'll look you up if I'm ever in need of sadism or masochism.)
Or this:
(All hail the Three-Eyed Simpsons Fish!)
Or even when in San Diego for the recent California Democratic Convention, catching the oh-so-dreamy John Edwards winning delegate hearts all over the damned place:
Disclosure: I was heavily leaning towards Edwards before the convention, because I agreed with his positions and because, while in Washington, DC a couple of years ago, while sitting in John Conyers' office with MusicianMan, Mimi Kennedy and one of Conyers' top aides, the aide told us that Edwards was the one to watch, should he decide to run.
On the Sunday of the convention, I made sure I was in the main room for Edwards speech, because I was really interested in what he had to say. I had caught a few minutes of Hillary and Barack the day before and wasn't all that impressed, although the electricity in the room with Obama was palpable. Somehow I ended up near the stage when Edwards came in the room. He started off on the opposite from me and just walked the aisles, shaking hands with everyone he could, and next thing I knew there he was in front of me. So I stuck my hand out and it got shook. And I tingled. Yea!
So I maneuvered myself and found myself sitting on the floor right at the velvet ropes and heard every word. When I wasn't taking pictures, that it. His honesty and sincerity connected with the audience. Forget Obama. Forget Clinton. There was no substance to their speeches. There was plenty of substance in Edwards speech and I believed every word, which is amazing, considering I'm one of the most cynical mo-fos you'll ever meet.
Edwards is the man.
(Good to know, Person-Who-Lives-In-My-Neighborhood. I'll look you up if I'm ever in need of sadism or masochism.)
Or this:
(All hail the Three-Eyed Simpsons Fish!)
Or even when in San Diego for the recent California Democratic Convention, catching the oh-so-dreamy John Edwards winning delegate hearts all over the damned place:
Disclosure: I was heavily leaning towards Edwards before the convention, because I agreed with his positions and because, while in Washington, DC a couple of years ago, while sitting in John Conyers' office with MusicianMan, Mimi Kennedy and one of Conyers' top aides, the aide told us that Edwards was the one to watch, should he decide to run.
On the Sunday of the convention, I made sure I was in the main room for Edwards speech, because I was really interested in what he had to say. I had caught a few minutes of Hillary and Barack the day before and wasn't all that impressed, although the electricity in the room with Obama was palpable. Somehow I ended up near the stage when Edwards came in the room. He started off on the opposite from me and just walked the aisles, shaking hands with everyone he could, and next thing I knew there he was in front of me. So I stuck my hand out and it got shook. And I tingled. Yea!
So I maneuvered myself and found myself sitting on the floor right at the velvet ropes and heard every word. When I wasn't taking pictures, that it. His honesty and sincerity connected with the audience. Forget Obama. Forget Clinton. There was no substance to their speeches. There was plenty of substance in Edwards speech and I believed every word, which is amazing, considering I'm one of the most cynical mo-fos you'll ever meet.
Edwards is the man.
Labels: Democrats, gadgets, politics
now-now-now-now-now...
That's when I want it.
I've been waiting for it forever, or so it seems. It would have been mine two weeks ago, were it not for accidental holds on bank accounts and PayPal moving slower than slow. Not in time for the California Democratic Convention the last weekend of April, when it would have proven incredibly useful. Not in time for the Communications Committee meeting this past Saturday, where I'm still serving as Secretary because no one else will, even though I'm vice-chair now, in addition to being Tech Committee Chair and Endorsements Committee Secretary, because I seem to be more than a little bit masochistic. Communications between the main parties have been ongoing, making sure that progress is being made, but still.
I want it NOW.
Tuesday, tomorrow, it should be mine. Possibly Wednesday, depending on how slow UPS decides to be. Maybe I should have had it sent to my work address, but these things are tricky, receiving packages at a high-security workplace. I should know better than to work on government property.
Still, I've waited this long. Surely another couple of days won't kill me.
Will they?
Before the weekend. I will have it before the weekend. In time for Saturday's Coordinating Committee meeting.
I will, won't I?
Soon I will have my lovely new (to me) 12.1 inch G4 iBook, with 1.2 GHz, 512 MB RAM, 30 GB drive, Airport Extreme and AppleCare.
Then, all will be right with the world.
Well, all except for wars and hunger and poverty and cruelty and...
Surely my iBook can solve those ills.
Only time will tell.
I've been waiting for it forever, or so it seems. It would have been mine two weeks ago, were it not for accidental holds on bank accounts and PayPal moving slower than slow. Not in time for the California Democratic Convention the last weekend of April, when it would have proven incredibly useful. Not in time for the Communications Committee meeting this past Saturday, where I'm still serving as Secretary because no one else will, even though I'm vice-chair now, in addition to being Tech Committee Chair and Endorsements Committee Secretary, because I seem to be more than a little bit masochistic. Communications between the main parties have been ongoing, making sure that progress is being made, but still.
I want it NOW.
Tuesday, tomorrow, it should be mine. Possibly Wednesday, depending on how slow UPS decides to be. Maybe I should have had it sent to my work address, but these things are tricky, receiving packages at a high-security workplace. I should know better than to work on government property.
Still, I've waited this long. Surely another couple of days won't kill me.
Will they?
Before the weekend. I will have it before the weekend. In time for Saturday's Coordinating Committee meeting.
I will, won't I?
Soon I will have my lovely new (to me) 12.1 inch G4 iBook, with 1.2 GHz, 512 MB RAM, 30 GB drive, Airport Extreme and AppleCare.
Then, all will be right with the world.
Well, all except for wars and hunger and poverty and cruelty and...
Surely my iBook can solve those ills.
Only time will tell.
Labels: gadgets, geeky, pouty face, tantrums, tech-lust
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