Thursday, June 07, 2007
where's the packing tape?
I need it 'cause I'm moving.
Oh, not physically - I'll be hanging out in Burbank for a while longer. It's just that my blog needs a change of scene, so I'm moving it over to just an ordinary goddess. It also needed a change of name, more in keeping with the URL. Legal forms were a bitch, but there you go.
I've got most of the redecorating done, but there's always the chance things may change, so don't mind the occasional bare spots on the walls.
Oh, not physically - I'll be hanging out in Burbank for a while longer. It's just that my blog needs a change of scene, so I'm moving it over to just an ordinary goddess. It also needed a change of name, more in keeping with the URL. Legal forms were a bitch, but there you go.
I've got most of the redecorating done, but there's always the chance things may change, so don't mind the occasional bare spots on the walls.
Monday, June 04, 2007
damn it...
I can't make it better.
It drives me crazy, but there's nothing I can do. No concrete way I can help. No way for me to make it all go away.
I hug when in the same room, murmuring positive words, stroking hair and soothing furrowed brow, expressing my love. When on the phone, I still murmur, trying to make my voice convey that, were we in the same room, I would be hugging and stroking and soothing and expressing. It sounds corny, but I turn my voice into a verbal hug, hoping that it can be felt.
I hear the exhaustion and the frustration. I listen, make suggestions when appropriate, offer advice that I hope will be helpful, but try not to be a know-it-all. Because I don't know it all. I wish I did.
But the advice and hugs and soothing doesn't make it better. Not really. Not in a concrete, never-have-to-deal-with-this-bullshit-again way that I so desperately wish, so that this pain and anger and frustration are all things of the past, gray and hazy and gone.
The things I would so dearly love to do, to talk directly to the other people involved, make them see how stupid and immature and hurtful they're being - I can't do. It's not my place. And I know, for various reasons, I wouldn't be listened to. Because I'm involved only on the fringes - not directly.
So I can't help.
Damn it.
It drives me crazy, but there's nothing I can do. No concrete way I can help. No way for me to make it all go away.
I hug when in the same room, murmuring positive words, stroking hair and soothing furrowed brow, expressing my love. When on the phone, I still murmur, trying to make my voice convey that, were we in the same room, I would be hugging and stroking and soothing and expressing. It sounds corny, but I turn my voice into a verbal hug, hoping that it can be felt.
I hear the exhaustion and the frustration. I listen, make suggestions when appropriate, offer advice that I hope will be helpful, but try not to be a know-it-all. Because I don't know it all. I wish I did.
But the advice and hugs and soothing doesn't make it better. Not really. Not in a concrete, never-have-to-deal-with-this-bullshit-again way that I so desperately wish, so that this pain and anger and frustration are all things of the past, gray and hazy and gone.
The things I would so dearly love to do, to talk directly to the other people involved, make them see how stupid and immature and hurtful they're being - I can't do. It's not my place. And I know, for various reasons, I wouldn't be listened to. Because I'm involved only on the fringes - not directly.
So I can't help.
Damn it.
Labels: sad
Friday, June 01, 2007
i'm screwed
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Much like Kymm, this whole "caring about other people, especially my loved ones" thing is going to get me seriously zombified.
Much like Kymm, this whole "caring about other people, especially my loved ones" thing is going to get me seriously zombified.
Labels: quizzes
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.
part of the fidius.org network
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
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