My mom called her sister Melba, who had heard from their sister Muriel, who had talked to their sister-in-law Malen, who spoke to my cousin Brian in Gautier before the hurricane hit. That was too much removed from the source for me, so I called my Aunt Malen directly. She told me that my cousin said that his parents had headed to Louisana to stay in a motel, and his brother was in Florida, but that he intended to ride out the storm at home. I hope he wised up and left before the storm surge hit, because the videos show that Gautier is pretty much gone...
I'm kind of distracted, trying to find word on my aunt's family in Mississipi. My mom lost her address book, so I've been looking up my relatives' phone numbers on the internet for her, so she can call her sisters and see if they've had any news. (This is proof that mom's distracted, too, because ordinarily she can reel off the phone number of anyone she's ever met without thinking). I'm trying to concentrate on other things but having a hard time. If I hear anything, I'll pass it along.
One of my aunts and her family live near Biloxi. I know New Orleans is a bigger city, and therefore a bigger news story, but I'd like some news on how Mississippi fared. Anyone know any Mississippi bloggers who might have the scoop on Gautier or Pascagoula?
UPDATE: I finally found some video on the Mississippi coast. Judging by the pictures, there's a good chance that my aunt, uncle and cousins are homeless. Right now, that's about all I know.
The cluelessness of some folks never ceases to amuse me. My brother told me that there is a petition to President Bush to lower gasoline prices going around his workplace.
I hadn't realized that the President was in charge of that sort of thing. Silly me, I was under the impression that market forces and supply and demand and the greedy greedy big greedy corporations determined the prices of consumer goods, not the President.
Now that I know, I have a petition of my own:
Dear President Bush,
Please lower college textbook prices.
Hey, that was easy! How long should I give him to do that? A couple days?
This is one of my nephews, Zach, a few years back. I think I'd caption this with... "Set the milk here, barkeep, and keep 'em coming!"
Think you can do better? That's what the comments are for...
Okay, it's Saturday, so all those folks who blog and read blogs at their bosses' expense won't be reading this until Monday (if it all). That makes me want to take the weekend off, but I don't want to get out of the habit of posting something (almost) every day, even if I have nothing to say. I used to do a links-thing when I had nothing, but now I'm too lazy for that, even (sorry!). So the course of least resistance here (my favorite path at all times) is to just keep typing a stream of consciousness type post and see what shakes out (if anything).
I did find a new quiz over at Stephen's, but I'm not going to post it because the second Doctor is pretty homely looking, and since I'm having one of those days when I already don't feel pretty (probably because I'm still drinking my coffee and haven't combed my hair or dived into the makeup cupboard yet) I can't bear to be associated with him right now. (If I'd gotten #5 I would have posted it, because I think Peter Davison is a hottie). Not that I don't like the second Doctor--in fact, one of my favorite episodes is when he turns into an Androgum--I just don't want to be staring at his ugly mug on my front page.
Harv posted a link to Steve the Pirate, who's starting a "Get us out of the UN" blogroll. I think we should stay in the UN, but cut all their funding and make them pay current New York rental rates on the building.
Well, I finished my coffee and now I have to get beautiful for work (not that I hold out much hope for that being worth the effort, but, like blogging, it's a habit I try not to break--unless it's my day off and then I have been known to go to the Dollar Store without lipstick; oh, the humanity!).
Well, I popped a few more rentals into the DVD player yesterday. Watched Hide and Seek, Cursed and Blade Trinity. The suspense movie was scarier than the werewolf movie or the vampire movie (although the Blade films are really action flicks that just happen to have vampires for the bad guys). Luckily my expectations were low enough that I enjoyed all of them, even Cursed (which is no Dog Soldiers). I was kind of let down by the end of Hide and Seek, though....silly me, for expecting originality from Hollywood, which seems to subsist on remakes and sequels...and the beginning of Cursed was so similar to The Lost Boys that for a second I thought I'd popped the wrong DVD into the player. Maybe Wes Craven was doing "an homage". I am going to buy Blade 3, though--not just to round out my collection, but because Ryan Reynolds makes a great wise-cracking vampire hunter, and I could
admire his abs re-watch the action scenes a few more times.
Today is the start of my work week, and the way things have been going I needed to indulge in a little extracurricular mayhem so I don't go postal. I hate it when the higher ups decree a new policy that I think it stupid. How can I get my employees' buy in, when my boss hasn't gotten mine? Unfortunately, when we start to lose customers, I'm sure it will be considered my fault....
I wonder if I have time to watch From Dusk til Dawn before I go into work?
...lots of dead, dying, and dismembered people when I watched Sin City last night. I'm actually grateful it was in black and white, other wise I think it would've been too gory to handle.
Mickey Roarke's acting amazed me. I haven't seen him play anything but a washed-up gangster in years, and his character of Marv was totally cool (for a berserker). I actually rented it for Bruce Willis, but his story was the one I liked the least of the three. Don't know why. I guess I would've rather he'd gone after Powers Boothe's character at the end.
I think this is one of those movies you're going to either love or hate. Me, I may just have to buy this one...
(also posted at Impractical Penumbra)
Alack and Alas!
It's not that I had anything particular to blog about--it's that my blogroll is my reading list, dadgummit! Unfortunately, most of my reading list share the same server as I do, and the munu server is pining for the fjords at the moment.
Of course, those of us truly addicted to blogging have other, lesser, outlets for our muse, which is why it took me several minutes to decide upon the venue I now use (since I have about five back-up blogs).
I need to heap praise upon the Great and Powerful Pixy Misa. He's awesome. In the past, when there have been minor hiccups in the space/time continum of the munuiverse, one or two ingrates have grumbled about the problems and threatened to take their blogs elsewhere. Unfortunately, like liberals threatening to move to Canada, that has never happened. I hope it does now. Because those silly folk don't seem to understand that unlike blogger, or typepad, or hosting matters, munu is the responsibility of one single, amazing man who does not earn a penny from those whose blogs he hosts, and actually pays for us to be able to blog!
In his spare time from single-handedly trying to keep munu up and running, he has a life, too--like a job so he can pay for our bandwidth, and the need to actually sleep occasionally.
So Pixy Misa, please ignore the few bad apples and accept my undying gratitute for your marvelous gift to me and many of my favorite bloggers. I'll be back when you get everything sorted out. And I will send you M&Ms if you would let me!
Alas and alack!
Inability to post at the regular place has suddenly inspired me to blog. Figures.
So this post is to complain about typepad. Their trackback set up sucks. I mean, honestly, I had to manually enter the trackback url to ping basil (who is accepting trackbacks to munuvian backup sites) but even though it went through, the post thinks it didn't--so if I change or update that post, it's going to ping him again!
That means in order to ping Beth, who is also doing that, without re-pinging basil, I have to write a new post.
What really puzzles me is that the same folks make MT and typepad...
News headline on my home page:
Experts Say Rising Gas Prices Spur Thefts
So they need "experts" to tell them that? Journalists are dumber than I thought....
That reminds me of a story I read in college. Some folks were trying to develop a computer program that would translate English and Russian. They figured the best way to test its accuracy was to translate a phrase, then feed in the result to be translated back. They entered the English quote "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." Then they took the resulting Russian phrase and fed it back in to be translated into English. The computer spit out: "the wine is ok, but the meat has gone bad."
I wonder if that experiment resulted in Babelfish....
Take the quiz: "Which of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World are You? (pics)"
You are the Colossus of Rhodes!
The Colossus of Rhodes statue with its pedestal was as tall as a modern 15-story building and was built on the island of Rhodes around 280 BC.
All of the possible quiz results for this quiz:
* You are the Colossus of Rhodes! (You scored 2)
* You are the Pyramid of Khufu! (You scored 2)
* You are the Hanging Gardens of Babylon! (You scored 0)
* You are the Temple of Artemis! (You scored 0)
* You are the Statue of Zeus at Olympia! (You scored 2)
* You are the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus! (You scored 0)
* You are the Lighthouse of Alexandria! (You scored 0)
You are the Temple of Artemis!
The Temple of Artemis boasted over 100 marble columns, each more than 50 ft in height. The structure covered an area several times larger than the Acropolis.
It was built around 600 BC, but was burned down about 550 AD, before being rebuilt into a larger and more magnificent version. It was destroyed again in 336 BC by an arsonist. It was again rebuilt, even bigger and better than before, and with the exception of the timber-supported roof, the new Temple of Artemis was made almost entirely of marble. It was decorated with sculptures and artworks created by leading artists.
Invading Goths severely damaged it in 262 AD. It wasn't rebuilt again.
All of the possible quiz results for this quiz:
* You are the Colossus of Rhodes! (You scored 1)
* You are the Pyramid of Khufu! (You scored 0)
* You are the Hanging Gardens of Babylon! (You scored 0)
* You are the Temple of Artemis! (You scored 2)
* You are the Statue of Zeus at Olympia! (You scored 1)
* You are the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus! (You scored 1)
* You are the Lighthouse of Alexandria! (You scored 1)
I keep getting cookie fortunes and horoscopes that tell me I'm going to come into money, but the bucks haven't materialized yet. If they're just predicting payday, that's no feat of prognostication. I've been hoping for a couple grand in a lump sum. Ten would be good. With ten grand I could pay off my credit card and knock a big chunk off my school loans, with a little left over for lunch. I might even seriously look into a cell phone, if the rates wouldn't eat up all my take-home once the windfall was gone.
The price of gasoline is killer when you're on a tight budget. I used to be able to get by with 10 bucks worth every two weeks. Now I'm getting less than 3.5 gallons for that same Hamilton, which means I have to either buy gas more often or pony up more at the pump. Why did the lefties say we went into Iraq again? To steal all that sweet, sweet oil?
I heard on TV that coffee prices are their lowest in 100 years. Not at my grocery store. Has anybody been able to go into a restaurant and get a cup of joe for a nickle? I didn't think so.
I'm just grumpy because my work week has started again, and I have to go buy gas before I head in...
Today was my first day off in weeks where I didn't have something scheduled, so I pretty much lazed around the whole day in my jammies, reading and avoiding the chores that have been piling up. It was wonderful.
Only a few more days until the kids go back to school--which means the summer grind will be over, and I will once again get two days off a week! Yay! Plus, instead of operating noon to midnight daily, we will go back to being open those hours only on Saturdays. Yay! again. That means that starting Monday, I'll be going in around 3 (depending on the start time of the first show) and getting off around 10 (depending on the end time of the last show). Triple Yay! I need to get my dancing shoes polished....
I just got an invitation to join Lefty Blogs, " the place to find out what's happening in the progressive blogosphere across the country..."
So lefties are "progressives"? I guess that makes me a regressive. I'd join just to do the fifth column thing, except I'm afraid Chimpy McHilter's Imperial Storm Troops would put me on their list.
....I think I hear the black helicopters! Auuugh! No!!!!!
Any one seen "Sin City"? Is it worth four bucks to rent?
I've been reading Glen Cook's Garrett stories. His books make me laugh out loud. One of my favorite lines is his reference to muggers as practitioners of "free-lance socialism". That made my day....
Here I am--looking confused by all the attention, I guess. Or maybe I'm just unhappy with the Royal Entourage.
I suspect that's my mother's arm projecting from my right (your left) side, since apparently I was too drunk (or maybe too young) to sit up on my own.
I've been waking up every hour or so, so I decided to heck with it and got up (even though I have to work until midnight tonight and won't have time for a nap before I go in because it's one of my sisters' birthday and there's a party/lunch today). Why is it some nights I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow and am out until my alarm goes off, and others are like last night? I can't even blame caffeine for my restlessness, since I stuck to lemonade after noon.
I suppose I could blame the crappy day I had yesterday: we ran out of 3D glasses for Sharkboy and Lavagirl, the bulb in projector 2 spontaneously blacked out in the middle of a movie and was extremely reluctant to be re-ignited, one of my closers no call/no showed (meaning she was so fired, and that I had to redo the week's schedule to cover her shifts) and somehow, in the middle of the 7 o'clock rush, somebody broke our main entrance door.
It was really weird. I came downstairs from starting the 7:15 show, and there was a brief lull in the lobby while the customers regrouped for the 7:30 assault. This meant I could see past the sea of bodies to notice that the main door (there are four glass-paneled doors, two for entering and two for exiting, but only the main door locks and unlocks with a key) was not closed all the way. Because it was hot and steamy outside, and air-conditioning cool inside, I headed over to pull it shut, not thinking about the fact that it operates on hydraulics and that it's impossible for one of our doors to stand ajar.
It wouldn't close. I figured there was something caught in it. I pushed it all the way open to check, and then tried to close it again when I found nothing. There was a horrible screeching of metal scraping metal, worse than fingernails on a blackboard, and it stopped about four inches from the jamb. This was not good. It was as if the door had swollen and become too big for the frame. Only it's a metal door and frame, not wood. Somehow, during the stampede of patrons trying to get into the lobby and out of the sudden thunderstorm that had hit us and blown by, the door had been warped in some way. How do you warp a metal and glass door?
I called our handyman and told him it was an emergency and the dear man made it over in record time. As I left the theater in the hands of my capable assistant, he had the top of the frame unscrewed and was fiddling with the hydraulic closer. He must have fixed it, or I would've gotten a phone call.
I need a vacation.
I think I have a slight touch of beal. Usually I succumb to the compulsion to at least try and post something every day, but yesterday I didn't even make the attempt.
So, found at Pixy's Place:
Harvey pointed me to a post about discrimination by Graumagus at Frizzen Sparks. If you are a fan of political correctness, don't click those links--the hypocrisy of the PC crowd is detailed in all its ugliness.
I steadfastly refuse to identify myself as "white" in surveys that ask for race. White is a color, not a race. My race is Caucasian, and my ethnic origin is European-American. Even if I were asked my color, I would have to say sort of pinky-beige, rather than white.
Just asking the question shows discrimination. Why should it matter whether I am Caucasian, Hispanic, African American or Aboriginal, unless someone is planning on using that information to draw certain conclusions or make decisions based on it? (And what is it called when you do that? Yep--discrimination).
America has always been a "melting pot." My ancestry is a mongrel Irish/English/French/German/Polish. While that may sound perfectly normal to other Americans (or Canadians or Aussies), think of those nationalities in their historical perspective as allies/enemies in Europe....
Judging by the ethnic composition of many of the families that come to see movies at my theater, America is still a melting pot; what will those children whose mother is "white" and whose father is "Hispanic" check as race on surveys? What about "white" father and "Oriental" mother? "Oriental" father and "African American" mother? Will those children be forced to make value judgments as to which parent's race is "better" to choose, that of their "white" mother or their "black" father?
Survey makers need to wise up and drop the questions of race. At the very minimum, they need to change the question to "check all that apply." I think they might be surprised by the diversity of the answers they'll get....
I know from my experience in retail that many people are not courteous. I don't know why I'm surprised that some bloggers aren't courteous, either.
Because I am the Châtelaine for the Alliance's blog, I became the Membership Mistress by default (being the only one who could create and modify blogrolls). I really don't have a problem with that. What irks me, though, is the number of bloggers who decide they are tired of playing and don't bother notifying me when they take down the logo and fake quote. I'm guessing maybe one out of forty has the courtesy to submit a resignation. A few of the bloggers I recently purged joined only weeks ago!
Why would you go to all the trouble to add our logo and fake quote to your template, and email me for membership, only to turn around and yank them a short time later? I don't get it.
I offer evidence that it's not how much frosting you can eat, it's how much milk you need to wash it down....
Here is how to post those pictures and stories of you or your children for the Karnival of Kidz.
You have 2 ways to submit these entries!
Go to THIS LINK and make life easy for yourself.
Or if you don’t have a blog or don’t feel like posting it, send an email to karnival(dot)kidz(at)gmail(dot)com.
(UPDATE: Haloscan seems to be blocking my trackbacks...if anyone has any suggestions on how to get them to go through, I'd be grateful)
(UPDATE 2: I think I have it figured out--haloscan allows one ping per blog per day--that's from a blog to all of haloscan's trackback-enabled blogs....)
Work has sucked lately. Now that I think about it, though, it's not so much that there have been more problems than usual; rather, it's that I'm not viewing them as a challenge anymore. Now everything that goes wrong is an irritant that exasperates me. It's already very frustrating being the red-headed step-child of the company, so when my best clerk no call/no shows and I have to fire him, and we have to operate short-handed because it's going to take three people to replace him, I just want to chuck it all because all the little problems (the cleaners leaving an outside door ajar, another leak in the ceiling, the Pepsi order not being delivered, etc.) have used up my patience.
The funny thing is, despite all the inconvenience and extra work of losing my number one employee, I sympathize completely with the fact that he just couldn't face one more day of dealing with stupid people--like the ones who say "Give me a Large" and when he asks if they meant a large popcorn or a large drink, they act like he's the idiot. We don't pay these kids enough for what they have to suffer at the mercy of customers.
Come to think of it, I don't get paid enough, either....
Real email from customer to credit card company:
Hello, I have called the number on the back of my card and I am given a recorded message saying call volume is too high and I should conduct my business via your website.
Sadly, your website lacks the proper tools for me to conduct my business. In fact, this is part of the reason I want to close my credit card account.
Is there a physical address I can write to?
Real reply from company:
We are sorry to hear that we may be losing your business and hope that you will reconsider.
If you wish to close your account, please call the number on the back of your credit card to reach our Customer Care Department.
You are important to us and we appreciate your business.
Via the Great and Powerful Pixy Misa:
I'm disappointed, but not surprised; some aspects of my life are definitely not suitable for children--like my job. Although an 8-year-old could probably do it successfully, it would doubtless warp their view of humankind beyond redemption. In fact, an impressionable youth might even turn to drugs, alcohol, or serial killing as a coping mechanism....
I'm an adult, and I've succumbed to two out of three...Thank God I don't drink!
Ok, I don't do drugs, either. And I would be a serial killer, except for the killing part is probably pretty messy and I heard somewhere it's illegal in 47 states and Canada.
I guess that's why my life is rated PG.
In case you missed it, my long-promised contest prize--or part of it, anyway--for bullwinkle is the next entry down. Since I am being tortured by my inability to write any more on it right now, I figured I would torture everyone else with a "to be continued" (unless I get hit by a bus, in which case you'll have to use your imagination).
This week's Karnival of Kidz is at Bad Example (where I would expect my kids, if I had any, to hang out). Harv has some great trips for doting aunts and uncles who
never want to get stuck watching their siblings' demon-spawn again need help educating the nieces and nephews....