Well, I'm getting ready to leave for work and I still don't have anything to blog about. I hate that.
Oh, the new Lee Child was great!
That was something, right?
I'm trying to get back into the habit of blogging every day, which means there will be days like today when I have nothing to say.
I'm afraid I really hope that nothing worth blogging about happens at work tonight, either. I'm not in the mood for the usual disasters!
Oh, well--if nothing comes to me tonight or tomorrow, I can always try my hand an an Alliance "assignment"...
I was going to tackle the back-log of Alliance applications this morning, but I think I'll go back to bed instead.
See? Bonfire entry. It's a gift.
I'm sure the fact that the anniversary of my birth is fast approaching has nothing to do with my mental malaise. I mean, 23 has been a good age all these years, so there's no reason why turning it a again should depress me, is there?
Maybe I'll turn 17 this time, just for a change...
I'm around, I just have
writer's block brain cramp the dreaded CLA (Cerebral Literary Arrest). I want to write something, but Oh! Look! Something Shiny!
What was I saying? Oh, yes--I'm radioactive. No, that's George Carlin. Hmmm...
I seem to be very spacey lately, too. I wonder if someone secretly replaced my coffee with Sanka?
We're supposed to be getting "severe" thunder storms today, so I'll probably turn off the computer and crawl into bed with (for lack of any
onething more interesting) a book. I enjoyed the movie Sahara so much that I thought I'd try reading Clive Cussler. How did this guy ever get published in the first place? Harlequin Romances are better written. The only way I've been managing to read these things is by imagining Matthew McConaughey every time Dirk Pitt takes off his swim trunks (an average of three times per book, so far) or steps out of the shower.
Publish or Perish, right?--so I'm going to post this before I change my mind...
Got the school showing over with, and came home to go back to bed; when I woke up, the new Robert B. Parker was waiting for me! Yay! So I had to hurriedly finish reading Ed McBain's posthumous 87th Precinct book so I could snuggle up with Spenser.
Yes, reading does take precedence over writing for me...
I haven't felt "bloggy" the past few days, although I don't think it's beal. It's probably just blogger's block. Nothing seems worthy of (hmmm....what is the modern equivalent of "putting pen to paper"? putting fingers to keys? putting keystrokes to word processing software?) sending pixels to the server.
Went to work. Made some popcorn. Showed some movies. Came home.
I just played Neopets and computer solitaire with my blogging time.
Now I'm going to play Neopets with my laundry-doing time....
Somebody's got to feed my Shoyru!
Boy, when I oversleep, I do it big! Luckily, I don't have to be to work for over an hour, so I have time to get beautiful. What I don't have is time to post...
Heh. Bonfire entry.
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.
This time I really did miss posting yesterday, but that's because I was deeply involved in the exploits of a retired MP named Jack Reacher.
I'm getting very spacey; I suspect I am being slowly poisoned by popcorn fumes.
Ohh--I meant to post a pic for KoK yesterday. I am going to post it today and backdate it to yesterday. Muhahahaha......
I think I mentioned that both my Assistant Managers left town for Spring Break. That means no day off for Susie. Just as well, since I'm still trying to get the deceased projector ressurected and am expecting call-backs from electricians and such today. Oh, and one more thing...
I now have one paragraph of bullwinkle's story written. I spent much of the day doing homework and household chores, but did find the time to watch a DVD: Shaun of the Dead.
I loved this movie! No one beats the British at subtle, understated humor. It wasn't too gross, either--just enough to make me grimace (except one scene when I had to voice "Oh, YUCK!" because it was really yucky). If you rent this, tho', I recommend you watch it with the English subtitles--Like Snatch and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, the British accents take some getting used to, but it's really worth the ear strain (and eye strain, if your TV screen is small).
Meanwhile, I'm heading over to Amazon and BestBuy.com to see who's selling it the cheapest....Hey, I've got a bunch of Vampire and Werewolf movies in my collection, it's about time I got a Flesh-Eating Zombie movie, too!
Haven't gotten to bullwinkle's story yet (found a new role-playing game and have been fighting cave slugs and grizzly bearogs), but I have a few ideas roiling around in my skull, so be patient, especially since today is the start of my work week.....
Still working on my paper. Why on earth did I ever think I wanted a Master's Degree????!!!?????
I blame Harvey. He's got those nice, muscular broad shoulders to carry it. It's his fault I don't have time to blog today. He plied me with beer and forced me to attend to my Alliance duties. Well, some of them, anyway. I forgot to update the "Current Assignments" typelist. Oh, well.
Ok, I had something but saving it kept timing out so I gave up.
This, of course, saves without difficulty. Sigh....
I'm here. I'm alive. I'm not in the mood to blog. Maybe tomorrow.....
I don't have Sims or Doom 3, so that's not going to work as an excuse for my not blogging. I'm still trying to keep up with Rathergate, 'though news on that front has slowed to a trickle. So, I guess that means I'm going to have to post a quiz....
It started with a simple affection for counting and
the terror it induced in others, didn't it?
But now it's turned into a full-blown
life-consuming chaotic nightmare of order,
repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism.
You used to be so grand, but now you find
yourself obsessively worrying over the littlest
things--like, maybe if you don't check the
light switch at least once every two minutes,
the electricity will go out (and damnit, you're
a vampire--that shouldn't be a problem!), or
maybe if you don't wash your hands until your
seams are coming out, you'll get some fatal
disease. Get yourself some treatment.
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
My regular blog reading rounds have suffered mightily while I've been in the throes of addiction to the Rathergate scandal. Instead of reading LeeAnn and Ted, I've been compulsively refreshing the Puppyblender, Powerline and lgf. I did make flying stops at Frank's, Harvey's and Pixy Misa's, but everyone else has been neglected.
I've also talked about the scandal with family and co-workers, and to a person, none of them had heard a word about it until I brought it up. I don't know if that means that roaming the blogosphere makes me more informed than the rest of them, or if they just have a "real" life and I don't, but one of them characterized it as the media all jumping on the bandwagon about the same non-story. In this case, I disagree. I think the major issue here is journalistic ethics, and the obvious lack of them at CBS, and that is a big story.
Think about it. If Dan Rather used forged documents and obviously biased testimony to advance his own personal political agenda in a 60 Minutes story, then how can we believe anything that CBS has "staked its reputation on"? Think about all the exposes they have done over the years. Many of them were obviously slanted, but we believed we were given the essential facts, whether the story was on Medicare fraud or consumer rip-offs. And if CBS is faking evidence, or rather using "evidence" that is so easily proved fake, why not ABC or NBC? I know we on the right of the political spectrum have always viewd most major media as biased--but now we know that at least one of the "big three" actually lies to us, and is arrogantly unrepentant about it to boot! That's what makes this a big story, and that's why I am addicted.
Still trapped in the throes of my obsession....
I'm on 12-12 again today and I just can't stand to let a calendar day go unaltered. Sadly, I don't even have a joke or a link to fill this spot. I'm off tomorrow, though, and I may have something good for you all (No, Harvey and Wind Rider, NOT pictures of my endowments! Sheesh, you two are SO predictable!)
I have to be at work in an hour, and I'm cruising the blogosphere looking for a topic I can bogart, but except for a few quizzes everything I've been reading calls for more time and insight to comment on than I have available at the moment.
This post is thought-provoking.
Off to the salt mines....
I've been wandering the blogosphere for an hour looking for inspiration, and even though I have read quite a few interesting posts I commented upon none of them. I have blogger's lethargy.
On the other hand, I now have a suitable Bonfire entry. Cool.
Turns out the post I'm working on is not short. So here's some filler.
UPDATE: Ok--the not short post is below...sorry for any confusion
I have been a bad, bad blogger. Granted, I've been having some accessability "issues" lately, and a &*%^$!! headcold that's just been making me miserable, but is that really an excuse for abrocating my Linkmistesss of Chaos duties? I think not. It may pass as a satisfactory explanation as to why I haven't been represented in the more recent Bonfires, Bestofmes, etc., but it just doesn't cut it when it comes to my failure to provide massive linkage to my blog friends or explain why I have been selfishly keeping all their "bloggy goodness" to my own self instead of sharing.
So let me 'splain. It's the fault of the freaking dueling browsers. Seriously.
As I have remarked in the distant past, although I adore Mozilla (thank you again my dear landland and mentor Pixy Misa) for browsing purposes, when it comes time to compose a post with MT, Mozilla has one big, big flaw--no little html shortcut buttons. This is just barely tolerable for italics and bold, which have fairly easy scripty things. However, I find it impossible to hand code massive numbers of links my own self. Heck, it's tough enough adding one or two to the blogroll! So in order to ping on the scale to which we've all become accustomed, I need to compose my posts with my IE browser...
Except IE sucks at browsing!!!!!! You need 20 windows to do what Mozilla can do with 2 or 3 and a half-dozen tabs!!! Auuugh!
So basicly, I'm screwed. The posts I want to link are not easily findable with IE. The links are not easily inserted with Mozilla. And since the "upgrade", I can no longer use both IE and Mozilla simultaneously as I used to be able to....
I need Minx, Pixy! I need it now!
It had to happen eventually...I'm going to miss a day posting.
I have posted at least one entry every day since I began blogging, whether I had anything to say or not. A girl's gotta have some goal in her life, right?
Anyway, my computer fan died. And that's apparently a bad thing. So my brother is going to put in a new one. But, as long as he has the patient open, he's going to give me a bigger hard drive (oh, for the days when 4 GB was a huge amount of memory...) and do a few other tweaks and tune ups that I'm probably better off not knowing about (since I wouldn't understand them anyway), though he did say he was going to give me a better CD ROM drive (I currently have a 2x one, probably the last remaining original part from the 486 this started life as many years ago...). So some time this weekend my tower is going into his garage for surgery, and everything in memory is going to be removed and transferred or reinstalled to the new hard drive. (I hope he remembers to replace the fan while he's doing all that other stuff...). He said it may take "a day or two".
He warned me I was going to lose my cookies...
So many things to appologize for!
I also ruffled a few feathers with my observations about voting in the New Blog Showcase. Sigh... I'm sorry if I made things more difficult for you, Dear NZ Bear... Please forgive me!
And I must
apologize to my readers thank the Commissar for the great honor he has done me by including me on his map! It's with true abhorance affection I say to him, "Die, commie scum, die!!!" "That's so sweet!".
And in case anyone missed it, Kevin's Blog Awards are rolling right along. I nominated a lot of my friends--I hope some of them make the cut! (and in case they don't I apologize in advance for getting their hopes up...). I also apologize for not nominating others I should have--it's all the fault of the Brain Cloud....
Just what were Ugly and Queasy's last words?
Ugly: "I should have had a V-8!"
Queasy: "Or at least an M-16..."
Sorry. Really sorry. I'll try to do better on the next assignment...
In honor of Bill Cimino and his quest for 50,000 hits, I've got nothin' folks.
Of course, Bill blogs even when he has nothing to say--he's sort of the Seinfeld of blogs. So, just as Seinfled was the show about nothing, and Bloviating Inanities is the blog about nothing, this is the post about nothing.
So some illegal immigrants are suing Wal-mart because they didn't get paid overtime. There are so many things wrong with that on so many levels I don't know where to start. We have a cleaning company. They come in after the theater is closed to sweep and mop and scrape off the top layer of pulverized candy, and they do it every night. Do we know who they employ? No. Do we know what they are paying their employees? Nope. Do we know if their employees are Episcopalians or Vegatarians or Cross-Dressers? Do we care? No, no, no. All we care about is that they clean, and do it well enough that the matinee customers aren't ankle-deep in the spilled popcorn and soda from the late show customers. This is the American Way folks--hire somone else to clean up the mess. Let's say I hire a contractor to re-do my kitchen. Do I ask to see his carpenters' Union Cards? Do I quiz his electricians on how much they get paid for overtime? Or do I just pick the contractor with the best reputation for the lowest price and let him worry about whether the painter has dental care?
"Oh! Oh!" I hear the lefties whining, "but illegal aliens have rights, too!"
Sure. Illegal aliens have tons of rights--in California, as I seem to recall. But are the sharks circling the cleaning company? Nopey! Who has the deep pockets here? Could it be...Wal-mart?
That's what's the matter with our litigious society--too many freakin' lawyers! (Sorry, Tiger--I don't mean you! You obviously work for a living. I'm talking about the parasites whose main source of luxury cars is out-of-court settlements for nuisance suits against whoever has the most disposable income).
Yes, I am an evil nasty bigoted Conservative! I'm outraged that illegal aliens are taking perfectly good jobs away from real unemployed Americans! (What do you mean? Why on earth would a laid-off Systems Analyst prefer to get unemployment benefits when he could be cleaning Wal-mart for $5.15 an hour?)
Did you all know that movie theaters are exempt from paying overtime? Isn't that bizarre?
Sorry for the pongs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It really must be an MT issue, since I'm seeing three trackbacks some places, and I only re-published once (and according to the trackback sending screen, only the four pings that didn't go through the first time were being re-sent).
Ah, well, at least it beats having to enter all the trackback urls manually like with typepad....
Being a Catholic, one of my best things is guilt. And I have been tormented by guilt for all of two or three minuntes for forgetting to say something really nice about the author of Bloviating Inanities.
Plus, he is one of the top 10 funniest bloggers I know.
Next year, ask for pictures of pussies.....
I got an email joke I have to share---here is the text, the rest is in the extended entry.....
I recently read your column advising grandparents on "tough love."
It offered advice to grandparents with respect to misbehaving
grandchildren. His parents will not allow me to spank him, so I just
take him for a ride and he usually calms down afterward. I am enclosing
'Tough Love' Grandma
It seems like all I post lately is apologies for not posting! Well, here's another one...
Today is my "long" day, meaning I work open to close, and on the weekend that's noon to midnight. So it will be tomorrow before I get home tonight, and I have no gratutious linkage! The Linkmistress of Chaos™ cannot post from the Technology Free Zone™, remember....
However, I do have a short rant I need to vent--What the heck is wrong with people? Last night we had customers coming to see Freddy vs. Jason with their toddlers in tow! I even had one lady argue that she shouldn't have to pay for her 2-year-old, because the child was going to sit on mom's lap! Hello! They rate these movies "R" for a reason!
Another woman was going to buy two tickets for a couple of pre-teen girls. When I explained that under 17 must be accompanied by a parent or guardian, she argued that her kids see worse on cable. Hello? If you can't stand to sit through a hack-em-up yourself, why in God's name are you willing to let your 11-year-old see it?
What is wrong with people?
Yes, Loyal Readers, it was my day off today, but you sure couldn't tell by the amount of posting I've done, can you?
Of course, I'm in for the new project. Frank says "Jump!" and I say "Do you want fries with that?"
We also had thunderstorms rumbling through on and off most of the day, so internet surfing was spotty at best. I am way behind on my blog reading, commenting and linking. I still love you all, even if I haven't visited lately.
There's always tomorrow (knock on wood!).
UPDATE: And what's worse, some of my pings to Kevin never went through!!!
Sorry, Jen. It's just that you came late to the party and got seated way in the back, and so although I am circulating through the guest list as quickly as possible, some of my oldest friends brought guests they wanted me to meet, and some of them had really long, interesting stories to tell, and in the meantime the caterers are telling me we are out of hot wings (damn you, Bill!) and someone fell in the pool so we had to get the band to stop playing "Stairway to Heaven" long enough to find out if anyone knew CPR, and then the ambulance ran over the begonias, so of course I had to go look for the gardener (who was behind the potting shed eating hot wings--sorry, Bill!). So by the time I got back to wending my way through the list it was very late. I never did get to see Banagor because I think he was on the dance floor.