September 06, 2006

Life is strange

I was pretty upset by the news of Steve Irwin's death. It's funny how you can feel you know a complete stranger just because you've seen them on television.

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May 19, 2006

Change is good--right?

Well, I'm headed into my first weekend with my new Ass. (Wo)Man. Here's hoping I survive.....

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March 13, 2006

Or it could be the weather...

Even though I am just as introspective, opinionated, and subject to the usual (and unusual) work annoyances, I haven't been feeling communicative recently. I don't think I'm burnt out on blogging; I just have been keeping everything inside rather than venting. I think I have a touch of depression. Yesterday I was threading a movie and just wanted to cry for no discernible reason. Being an overly-analytical person, I tried to determine the cause. Could be the steroids the doctor has me on. Might be a Pre-Menopausal emotional upheaval of some kind, since the big Four-Oh was a few years back. Could be a Mid-Life Crisis, since if I haven't hit the half-way point of my time on the planet yet, I probably will soon. Might have been the romance novel I was reading, since it's unlikely I will manage to happily marry and have half a dozen or more kid-lets in the next couple of years. (And even if I did, I wouldn't have the energy to chase them at my age.)

Whoever said it was the things you regret not doing that bothers you most was right. The thing is, though, if I had joined the Air Force instead of going to college, or gotten my Masters in English right after my BA, that doesn't mean my life today would be any better--just different. Maybe different would be good--but maybe it would be a lot crappier than it is now. That's one of those unknowables that sometimes keep a person awake at night.

I think that's why I enjoy reading so much--you always know how the story turns out. The bad guy gets caught, the couple falls in love, the world is saved from destruction--and Big Momma's House 2 doesn't brain-wrap at the Saturday Matinee...

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November 08, 2005


The only way I get through Monday's workday is by remembering that Tuesday is my day off.

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October 15, 2005

My philanthropy knows no bounds

I want to blog, but I can't really think of anything I want to talk about. Except, of course, that I'm bored and restless. I either need a new job that provides a greater challenge than keeping my temper with annoying and/or rude customers, or a new and challenging hobby--something that will make me want to hop out of bed in the morning--er, afternoon. Of course , the problem with hobbies is that I get obsessive, buy all the required appurtenances, and then once I've mastered it I move on, leaving the detritus to gather dust in the attic with the dessicated remains of all my prior hobbies.

This is one reason why I have never chosen men as a hobby--I would certainly leave a trail of broken hearts in my wake (and probably a few stalkers, too). I keep a strong damper on my charm--at least, in person. There's something "safe" about flirting with fellow bloggers, since there seems little chance that they will take my flirtation seriously, so their hearts won't be broken when I find someone else to trade innuendos with.

Of course, the problem with keeping my incredible womanly power over the male of our species on a leash is that I've probably missed out on a few opportunities for some short-term fun. But I think that's a reasonable price to pay for the well-being of the men I encounter every day...

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October 10, 2005

Today's Pointless Observation

I have nothing against Christopher Columbus, except that in his honor the banks are closed today. I wish theaters would close in honor of Cecil B. DeMille.

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September 23, 2005

Good thing I'm not King Solomon

Rachel Ann suggested that I blog about my favorite book.

That's a tough one; it's not like choosing a favorite flavor of ice cream from the maybe two dozen I have sampled in my life time. We're talking about choosing one out of, at a guess, ten thousand. I read, at a minimum, three books a week, and have been known to read three in one day. I prefer mysteries and historical romances, although lately I've been into vampires for some reason.

Now, if the question were "Which is your favorite by Georgette Heyer?" (The Unknown Ajax) or "What's your favorite Robert B. Parker?" (Looking for Rachel Wallace) I could answer that easier, since there are only dozens to choose from in those cases. But even those were a difficult choice because The Grand Sophy and The Judas Goat are close seconds.

I guess it's logical that the more alternatives there are, the more difficult it is to make a decision. It's harder to answer "What's your favorite food?" than "What's your favorite cuisine?" or "What's your favorite vegetable?" Even "Who's your favorite author?" gets tricky for me.

Don't ask me my favorite movie, either--I've seen thousands...

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September 13, 2005


Wow. I just read Bill Whittle's latest masterpiece, Tribes.

I know, I'm a week behind everyone else, but I knew that not only did I need to make sure I would have time to read it (the man is a genius, but "short and sweet" is not his style), I also had to be in learning mode--alert, able to concentrate, and not distracted.

Of course, he has the ability to distill concepts into metaphors that make comprehension of the subject to hand a snap. But even so, I like to be able to savor his prose and reflect on his points as I read.

I'm a sheep, but I admire and appreciate sheepdogs. Part of me wishes I had grown up to be a sheepdog instead of a sheep, but I come from a long line of sheep and I don't think I could cut it, not even as a sheepdog in sheep's clothing.

When I was in college, a girl two dorm rooms down from me had a seizure. My best friend ran to help her, yelling for someone to call 911 and the RA. I just stood there, helplessly, and then got out of the way for the folks that could do something. It's one of those memories that haunts a person--that I froze in a crisis.

On the other hand, now that I have the responsibilities of a person in authority, I seem to be able to handle crises better--not that I've run into a life-and-death one at the theater, Thank God! But if a platter brain-wraps, or the popcorn popper breaks during a rush, I can assess the problem, determine the best course of action, and direct the troops to help me accomplish it, all without having a breakdown until the situation is resolved.

That's because I have the knowledge and self-confidence to handle it.

Sometimes we don't know what we are capable of until we are tested. I hope that had my friend Katie not rushed to the girl's aid, that I would have leaped into the breach. But I'm no sheepdog--and mostly I'm happy to be a sheep, despite occasionally wishing I had grown up to be Wonder Woman or Xena, Warrior Princess.

Yes, I covet their cool toys....

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August 10, 2005


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....

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July 22, 2005

And that's not including the insurance and plates....

My siblings keep harrassing me to buy a new car. They tell me I can get one for "only" $10,000 or lease one for "only" $150/month. The only way I could afford a new car is if I quit smoking. Unfortunately, that's my only vice, and I don't want a new car enough to become a paragon of virtue. Virtue is so boring....

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July 18, 2005

I'm impatient, darn it!

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was good. There were a couple of surprises, a couple of non-surprises, and a lot of lingering questions leaving room for a couple more sequels. When can I pre-order book 7?

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June 20, 2005

Flogging My Dead Hobby Horse

I've had a lot of hobbies in my life. Most of them don't last very long. I try something new, master it, and get bored. I can knit, crochet, needlepoint, embroider, decoupage, and puff paint. I've painted in oils, water color, acrylic, oil pastels and gouache. I've collected stamps, coins, and beanie babies. I've been through jigsaw puzzle and crossword puzzle phases. I've played Dungeons and Dragons, and I've beaten many a Nintendo game. I've successfully grown annuals and perennials, daffodils and daisies, and I can tell the difference between a tomato and a bean seedling.

Except for recreational reading, the longest duration hobby I've ever had is blogging. I have been publicizing my thoughts, sharing my frustrations, and posting stupid quizzes for over two years now, and that is a record for me.

A gentleman who authors Sobriquet Magazine posted an essay on Blogcritics in which he used The Alliance of Free Blogs as his primary example of the evils of what he called "link doping." I have a couple of issues with his post, and I left him a comment to that effect, but I think there is more to say about this.

First off, Harvey brilliantly marshals the reasons why link-whoring is good thing. If bloggers didn't want to expose their thoughts and ideas to the entire web, they would use a passworded journal. And if they want readers to find their little blog that is languishing in Bogsplot obscurity, they need advertising. Linking is the blogosphere's "word of mouth".

Sobriquet Magazine's charge that the Alliance is gaming the Ecosystem completely ignores the fact that the Bear has designed his tracking system to compile rankings on both linkage and traffic. He also doesn't seem to distinguish between what I consider "passive" and "active" links--from blogrolls and from posts. Readers are far more likely to visit a blog they have never seen before from a permalink in a post than from a random link in the middle of a lengthy blogroll.

The Alliance of Free Blogs arose from joke, and, like many other of Frank's projects, probably would have died a natural death as soon as he lost interest were it not for the fact that a select few of the original members decided to see how long we could beat a dead horse. Pretty long, I think, since the Alliance is coming up on its two year blogiversary in August. It also would have faded into obscurity were there not a need that we are filling: the need for attention.

Sobriquet Magazine made an interesting statement in response to my comment on his post. He said

I merely feel that the Alliance is the most visiable[sic] and, joke or no joke, possibly the most influential of these ventures.
He then likened his criticism of the Alliance to our targeting of the Puppy Blender. How cool is that? The Beatles are more popular than Jesus!

He also said

In any case, I am all for blog communities if they are built around the premise of alerting readers to worthy sites in a similar vein. I just worry that certain groups such as the Alliance encourage a particularly virilant [sic] strain of link whoring/link doping that threatens to add more roadblocks for bloggers who don't think that "[b]logging is a hobby of pure ego." For some folks, it is anything but a hobby.

I guess that means he's ok with Milblogs and the Blogdom of God, because homogeneity is apparently a good thing. Variety, individuality, and exposing readers to other points of view (especially "crappy" ones) "threatens" bloggers who don't think blogging is a hobby.

hob·by1 An activity or interest pursued outside one's regular occupation and engaged in primarily for pleasure.

Ok, now I'm confused. There are people to whom blogging is their livelihood? Or engage in it primarily for pain? Who knew?

As a result of the “gratuitous linkage” and the huge role links play in ranking blogs on the highly influential Truth Laid Bear, many crappy websites clutter the upper echelons of the ecosystem and appear in search engines while many weblogs deserving that level of attention languish unread because no one can find them.

So maybe everyone should just stop linking to everyone else. We should all be afraid to read a blog we've never read before for fear it may be "crappy" and deny some other blogger their living or their much-desired suffering. We need to tighten our blogrolling belts and cull out all the links to blogs that might, sometime, somewhere, be considered "crap" by anyone.


You know why? Because the way to get attention--the way to get traffic--is to link to someone else's blog--even gratuitously. Because blogging, as Harv says, really is a "hobby of pure ego" and if you link to another blogger, they are going to come and see what you've said about them. And they might like what they've seen and come back again.

Or even blog about it.....

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June 06, 2005

D Day

June 6th, 1944

It's been 61 years since the Allies launched the Invasion of Normandy. I wonder what CNN coverage of the carnage would have done to moral at home. Would the US have had the fortitude to go all the way to Berlin with talking heads racking up the body count on the nightly news? What if Oliver Stone and George Lucas had been making movies in the '40s, depicting the peaceful residents of Dresden being incinerated by Allied bombers and heroic Luftwaffe pilots leaving their families to defend their country from evil Imperialist Americans?

What if Hitler had been captured, and the tabloids printed pictures of him in his tighty-whities?

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May 21, 2005

It's a riot

Despite my severe Prose Envy, I have taken to heart Harvey's assurance that I am way HOTTER than Bill Whittle and, to twist Fernando's words, it is better to look good than to write good...

So what is the big deal about Sadaam in his tightie-whities that newspapers have to print pictures? Sheesh! Spare our retinas, please. I suspect that the press just want to spark more rioting. Citizen Grim over at the Right Hand of God links to an editorial at the Boston Globe that sums it up nicely--the problem is that Islam is not a religion of Peace for many of its practioners, it's an excuse for violence. We've been tiptoeing around our neighbor with the hair-trigger temper for long enough. It's time to say "Dude! Get some counseling! You're way out of control!" and hand them the schedule for the Anger Management Group Therapy Sessions. Imagine if they got Jack Nicholson as a counselor.....

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May 07, 2005

Guess I'd better start making a list

I'm kind of at a loss now that I have my MS degree. For the last two years, classes and homework have taken up a great deal of my spare time, and now suddenly *poof* I have this extra leisure time that I don't know how to fill. It's very wierd to have the time to do all the stuff I've been putting off doing--especially since I no longer have an excuse to put it off! Luckily, the kids will be out of school in a few weeks, and we'll be operating noon to midnight every day, so I'll be able to procrastinate with work as the excuse. Until then, though...

Susie's Top Ten Excuses for Avoiding Her To Do List:

#10 My brain hurts
#9 I have to brush the cat
#8 All the saltines are soggy
#7 Some of the weeds are rather attractive....
#6 There'll just be more dust tomorrow!
#5 The aliens took the other one
#4 My neopet's not going to feed itself
#3 Neither is my mupet
#2 I need to blog

and the number one excuse for avoiding my To Do list:
#1 There is no spoon

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April 16, 2005

My other option is to start drinking Folgers....

I've wondered about this before: is weekend blogging a futile pursuit? On the one hand, traffic is at a low on the weekend; on the other hand, blog readers in search of something "fresh" will be more likely to stop by. Of course, that really only matters if you are blogging for others rather than yourself. If you don't much care if anyone else reads what you write, the weekend is as good a time as any to expound on your pet peeves (I hate trackback spam!!) or ramble on about what you're planning on having for lunch (salad with chicken and avocado slices).

Of course, for me, Saturday and Sunday are just two more work days. That's a killer to my social life since most of my friends and family have "normal" jobs and have a hard time getting together on a Tuesday evening or Thursday afternoon. And you can just forget holidays, even if they fall on my usual days off, because if the rest of the world is at leisure, then I'm at work.

All along as I've studied for my master's I've never had any plans to change jobs, despite the negative effect on my social life, because most of the time I enjoy what I do. However, now that my student loans (over $20k) will become due for repayment, the fact that I haven't had a raise since January 2004 is beginning to bother me more and more. And it's not like I suddenly got health insurance or vacation time or even sick days in lieu of a raise, because that would be an acceptable explanation.

Granted, business has fallen off in the last year--but I can honestly say without a twinge of conscience that it's not my fault. A competitor opened up last year--a competitor with thirteen screens, rather than three. That's definitely cutting into our business. Customers are getting fed up with our uncomfortable seats and machinery that breaks down all the time, and who could blame them? But why does the owner blame me? I'm not the one who buys used equipment that should have been tossed on a trash heap a decade ago and then bitches that repair costs are killing him. I think if the other dollar house were as old and decrepit as ours we'd have a level playing field--only they completely gutted and refurbished the place before they opened so they are nicer than a couple of the first-runs, and they still only charge a dollar. How can we compete*?

That was a rhetorical question. Anyway, I might start looking for a new job. Those loan payments are really going to cut into my book budget....

*(No, Harv--I don't think the owner would go for topless concessions clerks...)

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April 01, 2005

No salt in the sugarbowl

Now that I'm old and crotchety, I don't find most April Fools pranks funny. Actually, I never have found practical jokes to be funny. It's like slapstick comedy--I just can't laugh at somebody being injured, even if it is only a movie, and I certainly can't laugh at somebody being embarrassed or humiliated in real life. So, I hope my employees keep their hijinks out of the workplace today. I would hate to have to kill them--there's really nowhere to hide the bodies.

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March 26, 2005

And now a brief respite from our usual program

It occurred to me that most of my blogging lately has been whining--about being sick, about work, about how much homework I have. Of course, what else is a blog for but to vent? But personally I'm really tired of all my whining and wish I would blog about something else for once. So, as a non-whining interlude, I give you something amusing I got in my email:

Heating instructions for Microsoft TV Dinner:

You must first remove the hieroglyphically embossed plastic cover. By
doing so you agree to accept Microsoft's rights to the TV dinner. You may not give anyone else a bite of your dinner as outlined in the TV Dinner Piracy section of the user agreement. You may, however, let others smell and look at your dinner and are encouraged to tell them how good it is.

For a Windows based PC microwave oven:

- Insert the dinner into the oven and set the oven using the command
line: mstv.dinn.//08.5min@@50%heat//

- Then enter:

- Closely monitor the PC oven for outside interference by malicious
sources. Should any problems occur, contact your hardware vendor.

For an Apple OS-x Mac oven:

- Insert the dinner and press Start.

- The oven will set itself and cook the dinner to the appropriate

- Enjoy.

I think I forgot the drink alert. Sorry!

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March 12, 2005


These last couple weeks, what with the virus-from-hell rampaging through my system (I am now losing my voice, which makes it difficult to hector the employees), the string of against-the-odds disasters befalling my workplace (did I break a hundred mirrors without knowing?) and increased volume of homework my class is requiring, I have fallen behind in my blog reading. One consequence of the latter is that I have also lost touch with all the nuances of the news headlines.

I can't decide if that's good or bad.

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January 09, 2005

Better Late Than Sorry

I have no idea why I didn't blog before I went into work this morning...oh, yes--because I went in this morning! Silly me. So my long day is behind me and nothing blew up, burned down, fell over, or sank into the swamp, which means I'm marking a check in the Good Day column. I expect Karma will catch up to me soon enough, and I'll have a great disaster story for all my loyal readers, but in the meantime let me bask in the wonderfulness of mundanity. *Bask, bask*

Pointless Post Script: I wonder why there is no typing key for checkmark? Neither is there a name code that I could find to create'd think since there's a code for ™ and ° there would be an ✓. ...


Yay!!!! Thanks, Harv! You would be the bestest if there were no Pixy Misa--so that makes you the next bestest! ;)

I'm putting a √ in the Good Day column! Hurray!

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December 12, 2004

You won't get very far in life not saying "is"....

I've been thinking about my family, and how we are just ordinary folks like everybody else, except if I told somebody all about us they would think I was reciting the plot of a soap opera or that I'd been reading too much Weekly World News. I wonder if there is such a thing as a "normal" American family.

No, none of us has ever encountered Bigfoot (that I know of) or been abducted by aliens (although my father insists that my mother is from another planet), but if I went down a list point by point (which I'm not going to do because I'm hoping for big bucks from Hollywood) my veracity would be called into question.

So even though there are folks who might characterize us as one of those "dis-functional" families you hear about, the truth is we function as a family exceedingly well, despite all the "drama" that's gone on. I love my family very much, and they love me, which is all that matters, really.

And, so far, none of us has dated Bat Boy, so we've got that going for us....

[OK, has the excessive use of quotation marks annoyed you as much as it has me? I really need to find another way to emphasize stuff--you know, a written shortcut for Dr. Evil-does-the-quotation-mark-finger-thing...]

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November 17, 2004

You heard it here first

As usual, I'm behind. I have a paper due Friday and Alliance applications to process and a mountain of laundry that's not going to wash itself. Wouldn't that be great? Self-washing clothes. I've heard of disposable clothes, but what if it was an outfit you really liked? Would you have to buy them by the dozen? Nope, self-washing is the wave of the future--just make sure I get some royalties, because it was my idea....

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November 04, 2004

Should I say it with flowers?

I'm not going to gloat, because I can sympathizes with those folks who feel their recent political loss keenly--I was pretty torn up myself when Clinton won the first time. I've never liked him, nor his missus, and our country paid the price for his screw-ups internationally (and the biggest price was paid on 9/11). However, America's still around and pretty much intact despite eight years of the Clinton regime, so the Democrats should be able to survive four more years of President Bush, loony-left hand-wringing aside.

John Kerry was the wrong candidate with the wrong message at the wrong time. The Democrats need to jettison the leftover 60's radicals who've hijacked their party, and become more centrist if they want to be taken seriously by the heartland.

In the meantime, I need ideas on how I can thank God that the President was re-elected, because He's pretty hard to shop for and I don't think a card is enough...

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October 29, 2004

Cynicism as a political ideology

I'm really tired of this election. I'm tired of the networks trying to scrape up anything they can twist to use against the President at the last minute, and the way the Kerry campaign instantaneously has speeches capitalizing on it. I think if I hear "Halibuton" one more time I'm going to scream. I predict that this election will have the lowest voter turnout in history, and that's including all the fraudulent ballots the Dems can scare up, because people are just sick of the whole circus. Most of the people I've asked about it have said they aren't going to vote because all politicians are the same, so they don't care who wins, and their one vote doesn't matter anyway. I guess in a way that's good--because it means that my vote for President Bush won't be countered by a possible vote for Kerry. But it's also very very bad because it seems like only a few "battleground" states are going to pick the guy the rest of us have to live with for the next four years.

I can't remember the last time Indiana's electoral votes went to a Democrat. Even when we voted in a Democrat for Governor, the state still went Republican for President--so I can see where my family and friends would think their vote didn't matter, at least for President. But it's still pretty sad that folks who went to the trouble to register to vote just don't care enough to actually exercise their right.

The only good thing about being so predictable is that there's not much reason for organized voter fraud, because if Indiana went for Kerry nobody in their right mind would believe it....

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October 23, 2004

That sounds too much like work...

I wish the election were over and I could sleep peacefully knowing that the safety and security of our country was in good hands because the President won by a landslide. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people who seem to have been fooled by Kerry's "moderate" costume, and a few, like one of my sisters and her husband, who want the government to give them more welfare, more food stamps, and more free health care so they don't have to work as much as they do now. They seem to think that there is some giant treasure chest full of goodies being hoarded by the evil rich, and that Kerry will take those goodies and distribute them to people like my sister and her husband, who believe working 20 hours a week (not because that's all they can find, but because they don't want to work any more than that) is too burdensome, because they really don't want to have to work at all.

You know, that sounds really great, doesn't it? Not having to drag yourself out of bed when you want a couple more hours of sleep, not having to put up with crap from your boss and your co-workers and your customers, but not having to worry about where the money to pay the bills is going to come from because Daddy takes care of all that by giving you a place to live and food to eat and maybe even an allowance so you can go to the movies. Only, who's going to build the houses, grow the food and run the projectors if Daddy makes it so nobody has to work? Well, that's Daddy's worry, not theirs.

My one consolation in all this is that despite the fact they loudly proclaim their support for Kerry, it's doubtful that my sister and her husband will actually vote for him, because the effort would be too much like work. Which might be why the Democrats are fraudulently registering so many voters--because they know Kerry supporters like my sis and her hubby are too lazy to actually vote themselves, and the thoughtful Dems want to make sure their opinion is counted. See, Daddy's making sure they don't even have to do their own voting! Thanks, Daddy!

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October 11, 2004

Credibility Gap

Here's the thing--when John Kerry says he'll kill terrorists, I don't believe him. So I'm going to vote for President Bush--because I've been in favor of killing terrorists since Entebbe, and the President has killed a lot of terrorists in the past three years.

Any questions?

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September 30, 2004

Ho hum

Post Debate thoughts:

Kerry kept saying he has a plan for Iraq, but he still hasn't said what it is, just that it'll be faster than the President's.

I counted five Kerry references and inferences to his four months in Vietnam. Did I miss any?

Kerry didn't look too orange.

The President looked tired. He also seemed to be on the defensive. He let a lot of Kerry's misstatements slide--but when you only have a minute and a half to respond to rapid fire double-talk and circumlocutions, I guess you're going to miss a few rebuttal points.

I found it rather ironic that Kerry is against having a coalition deal with North Korea.

If I were an undecided voter, I think I would still be undecided, especially since nobody made any new points. Since I'm not--sorry, John, no convert here.

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September 28, 2004

Now this is just rude

I am now going to talk about another blogger behind his back. I suppose one would actually call him a Former Blogger. He quit blogging because he was tired of readers expressing their opinions on what he wrote. I seldom read him, except when following a link provided by bloggers I do read. Anyway, one of his fans noted that he was starting a new blog on an esoteric subject, and stated his disappointment that it was going to be on a subject that held little interest for him (imagine, if you will, that I decided to devote my blogging to knitting, and only knitting--one or two of my readers might not embrace this change of direction with enthusiasm). The Former Blogger commented on the fan's blog, essentially accusing the fan of making an attack of the kind that made him quit blogging.

How childish is that? Seriously. Remember back when my beloved Frank J put that Netflix ad across the top of his blog? I complained to high heaven. And he commented--nicely. My idol did not try to make me feel bad for having an opinion.

How arrogant is this Former Blogger, that he goes out of his way to hurt the feelings of a blogger who is a fan? How egotistical and self-centered is he to think that the only opinions his readers are allowed to have are ones that he has approved? Grow up, Mr. Former Blogger! And no pings for you! If there's going to be any whining on this blog, I'm the one who's going to do it!

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September 26, 2004

I'm reminded of a greeting card I once read that said "Everything important I learned in kindergarten--boys are stupid"

Yesterday I caused much merriment among the more immature of my employees by my repeated use of the word "caulk." It was in reference to finding an adhesive that would repair some vinyl trim in the lobby. Every time I said "I need to get some caulk," the boys began to snicker. Call me naive, but it wasn't until my third reference to obtaining caulk for the repairs, followed by their unwarranted reactions, that I realized that my pronunciation, "cawk," sounded similar to one of the slang words for penis. Sigh. I suppose if they were ten years old, I might have accepted that reaction as normal childishness; as the two young men in question are both in their early twenties, it annoyed me so much I had to step outside for a cigarette to avoid ripping up at them. Thinking about this later, it occurred to me that there are many slang words for male genitalia, and several are used pejoratively.

For example, when you call someone a "dick" you are saying that they are behaving stupidly, and when you refer to someone as a "prick" you are indicating that they have behaved maliciously. I imagine there are many more, including "knob" and "tool" and doubtless quite a few I have never encountered in my sheltered existence. I suspect that these negative meanings were coined by males, because I can't imagine most women associating such a delightful organ with studied insults.

Men are strange.

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September 15, 2004

What's the buzz?

I've gotten obsessed with Rathergate, surfing for the latest instead of blogging. I wonder if the reason CBS is stonewalling is they are still trying to hammer out the details of Danno's "early retirement" package....

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August 31, 2004

Another One Bites the Dust

I was adding Alliance members when I saw a mention on one of the neophytes' blogs (Organic Baby Farm, I think) that Steven Den Beste was quitting blogging. I'm not a regular reader of his--I only ever stopped by when Pixy pointed out something particularly interesting--but after reading his reasoning, I can hardly blame him. I can't imagine with having to deal with that volume of criticism on a daily basis [not to mention trolls and leftists that couldn't think their way out of a paper bag]. I wonder, although I'm certainly not going to bug the poor man by asking, if most of those emailers were non-bloggers. Because I just can't see bloggers telling other bloggers how to say something. At least, I wouldn't, unless specifically invited. I can see bloggers posting about it, with a trackback, to "continue the discussion," but the bloggers I read and who read me are not the type of people to write a four page email correcting a comma error. Now, maybe if I didn't have comments enabled I would get more email about my posts, but I doubt it. I have turned comments off on a couple of drooling-neanderthal magnets (mostly regarding The Fat One) and not one low I.Q. mouth-breather has emailed me--either they can't figure out how to work their email program, or are afraid to provide me with a real email address. And, no, I'm not trying to imply anything about the folks who email Den Beste--that was in reference to the commenters on some of my posts. I'm sure most of the people who email him are perfectly nice, sincere folks--I just don't think that most of them are bloggers.

I had a point when I started this, but danged if I can recall what it was! If anyone knows what it was I wanted say, you can email me. It'll make a nice change from all the spam....

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August 22, 2004

Whine Sauce for the Goose

Kerry Urges Bush to Demand Attacks Stop

That was the news headline on my homepage. How odd, I thought. Kerry wants the President to demand that "insurgents" stop attacking our troops? Does he really think that the reason Islamic terrorists are shooting up Iraq is that nobody has asked them firmly to stop doing it? Huh. That seems rather silly, even for a liberal. Maybe we've attacked some terrorist stronghold, and Kerry is objecting. That sounds more likely, but still, the headline is oddly worded--wouldn't Kerry urge Bush to order that attacks stop in that case? Guess I better read the story...

Ah! Kerry wants the President to "demand" that the Swift Boat Veterans quit running their ads.

LOL!!!!! ROFL!!!!!! ROFLMAO!!!!!!

I guess the President needs to "urge" Kerry to "demand" that MoveOn and other 527 groups bankrolled by commies and liberals stop "attacking" the President. It's all about being fair and balanced, right?

Wait--I forgot. Some animals are more equal than others...

UPDATE: Steve of Hog on Ice is more lucid on this whole kerfuffle than I...

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July 22, 2004

A Witty Title Eludes Me--I blame the government

Well, this is interesting. I just stumbled upon "Composer" in my Mozilla browser. Who knew? Well, Pixy probably did--but he knows everything....

The problem with actually using Composer, however, is the same problem I have with most programs--I was never taught to read Icon as a child. This is a severe failing of the American public school system. (What do you mean there were no computers smaller than a two-car garage when I was in first grade? The government should have foreseen that I would need to read Icon someday and taught me! Haven't you been reading the news? It's the government's job to know ahead of time what's going to happen and plan accordingly. Duh.) Because I am one of the millions of Icon-illiterates struggling to survive in today's computer-rife society, I believe the government should admit its failure to adequately prepare us and pay us lots of money in reparations.

In fact, my parents should be recompensed from the same fund, since they were never taught how to operate a television remote control when they were in grammar school. How did the government expect them to survive and thrive when they were never taught that if they accidentally press the TV/VCR/DVD button, the television won't go on, but the VCR will? Doesn't the government realize the suffering they have endured because they were unable to watch Judge Judy? Not to mention the mental anguish resultant from their conviction that the television was broken???? All because the public school system neglected to teach them the proper operation of a device that would become essential to daily life some 50 years later....

Damn government....

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June 25, 2004

Just call me the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Woman

I woke up thinking today was Thursday. I'm kind of surprised to see that it's June 25th already--that means it's summer, now, right? I've been wandering around looking for a quiz to do in lieu of posting actual content, but nothing appealed to me. I tried the "Which Office Moron Are You?" quiz, but I got "the paranoid boss" and since it's true it wasn't funny. Some days it really sucks to be the boss. Okay, yeah, I do have all this power over others, but I'm just so merciful that it's really not a lot of fun. For example, I could fire one of the clerks for not having their uniform shirt tucked in. Well, I would have to write them up once, and then fire them the second time, but still the opportunity awaits. And I really am tired of nagging those kids to tuck their shirts in. "It's not comfortable!" they whine. "I forgot!" they insist. But honestly, while it would do wonders for my reputation as an all-powerful evil capitalist oppressor to fire someone for not tucking in their shirt, it just strikes me as sort of petty. I'd rather fire someone for a meatier crime, like stealing Goobers or telling a customer to go f*** themselves. So I scheduled a store meeting. I'm the boss, I can do that! I also made the meeting mandatory, so if someone doesn't attend I can fire them. That's a little more fun than the shirt thing (but not as fun as pilfered Goobers). At the meeting I will tell them to start tucking in their shirts or else. Although I expect a smart-ass will ask "or else what?" and then I'm stuck. "Or else I will schedule another meeting!" doesn't sound like much of a threat.

I'm just too sweet to be so all-powerful.....

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May 16, 2004

Keeping the Bonfire in business since 2003....

*opening sentence backspaced out of existance. again.*

Inspiration. n. An agency, such as a person or work of art, that moves the intellect or emotions or prompts action or invention. American Heritage Dictionary.

Muse. n. 1. A guiding spirit. 2. A source of inspiration. American Heritage Dictionary.

Yes, I'm trying to jump-start a post here, but it's not working. So, via the Cheesemistress of Quizzes (or perhaps the Quizmistress of Cheeses, it's sooooo confusing before coffee):

You Are a Plain Ole Cup of Joe

But don't think plain - instead think, uncomplicated
You're a low maintenance kind of girl... who can hang with the guys
Down to earth, easy going, and fun! Yup, that's you: the friend everyone invites.
And you're dependable too. Both for a laugh and a sympathetic ear.

What Kind Of Coffee Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

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April 12, 2004

Mommy, what's a FReeper?

Apparently I'm one. Interesting how holding the opinion that Rice may not have lied in her testimony makes one a "Right-wing political activist"....

I know, I know, I should probably just drop the whole thing, since it takes two to tango, but I really don't "get" what her deal is. This comment

Hey Roxanne!

What's up with the trolls?

Posted by: sam | April 9, 2004 10:40 AM

and this one
I think you should turn over their IPs to the IG. Taxpayers are paying them to work, not to troll the Internet at work, looking for blogs to spray their mindless blathering with.

Posted by: jesus | April 11, 2004 04:46 PM

in response to comments such as this

Posted by: Wind Rider | April 9, 2004 10:11 AM

and this
Roxanne - it's a matter of perspective, in that regard. And focus. I lived it, they (and the public) were removed from it.

It just wasn't real. And they really couldn't envision it in a true sense. And that was true for senior leaders of all political stripes. They couldn't envision it because they simply didn't want to, and if they did - knew that acting on that information would be political suicide.

So they did what every American (and European, for that matter 'democratic government' (not the party, but the political process) does - bury their heads in the sand and deny the reality until it hits them in the butt.

It's the nature of the beast. And the beast is us, the people, because we don't want to be inconvenienced by shadow threats that rarely truely manifest themselves until they do, in fact, materialize. So we always give the initiative to the other guy in that respect, as happened to Roosevelt with Pearl Harbor. The two events have parallels - in retrospect it was obvious, but it never is that obvious in real-time. I know, I spent 24 years of my life in the business, it's always easier to write the after-action report than it is to write the manual for prevention.

So, I can believe Dr. Rice isn't baldfaced lying. I have no doubt she was putting as pretty a face on it as she could, but I don't believe she was outright lying through her teeth. And I would give that same consideration to members of the Clinton administration (which, in a purely technical sense of the term, I was, as all military officers are officially appointees of the President, and my promotions were confirmed by the senate - though subsequent changes in the law have reduced the grades the Senate must confirm). But now I'm just chewing up bandwidth, so I'll shut up. 8^)

Posted by: John of Argghhh! | April 9, 2004 11:04 AM

seem to indicate that her readers have a serious problem dealing with opposing opinions. Roxanne, to her credit, responded very civilly to John's remarks, and and hasn't deleted his comments or trackback (as she has mine). However, only a few posts on she laments the advent of "FReepers" to her blog.

Since I am the one who pointed the way for the plague of FReepers, I guess I must be one as well. And since I am apparently representative of this group, it's only fair to let me define it:

A FReeper is of the opinion that states should be able to make their own laws regarding marriage, abortion, gun-ownership, speed limits, pornography and drinking ages without Federal coercion or retribution.

A FReeper believes that what consenting adults do in the privacy of their own bedrooms is no business of the government.

A FReeper does not call a person a liar based on hearsay or difference of opinion.

A FReeper believes that most people are inherently good, although some are poorly educated and a few are innately evil (although whether the latter is due to nature or nurture is as yet unproven).

A FReeper thinks that the right to dissent is the cornerstone of freedom.

If holding the above beliefs, as I do, is a bad thing, well, so be it...I've been called worse things than a "FReeper" in my life, after all--and it's kind of cool to find out that voting for Republicans slightly more often than voting for Democrats is "Right-wing political activism"...

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April 11, 2004

Happy Easter!

The Easter Bunny missed my house this year. I don't know if it was because I forgot to hang up my stocking, or if I drank took much green beer, but at least I didn't get coal in my shoes.... of course, now I have to find a child to mug so I can get some of those speckled malted milk eggs. We sell Whoppers™ at the theater, but they're just not the same. Easter candy is so much better than Halloween candy, maybe because you didn't have to work for it. No, that's not it. Halloween=peanut butter kisses, Easter=Peeps. Halloween=microscopic size servings of everyday candy, Easter=Cadbury eggs, chocolate rabbits, jelly beans. Easter candy kicks Halloween candy's butt bigtime.

I think I'm going to have to stop at the drugstore on my way into work today and see if the Easter candy is on clearance yet...

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April 01, 2004

Grumpy Old Woman

I'm really, really glad it's my day off today. Maybe it's because I'm getting old and crotchety, but the thought of having to deal with my high school-age employees' attempts at humor in the form of April Fool's jokes without firing them is horrifying. Thank God that's Ass. Man.'s problem today. I just hope they confine their hijinks to each other and leave the customers out of it.

Maybe it's me--I don't find most "practical" jokes funny. I'm also not a huge fan of injury humor (aka slapstick). Not that I'm lily-white in the April Fool's joke department. I confess I did have a hand in stealing a friend's dorm room door and hiding it in the girl's shower room when I was in college. But hey, we put his closet door on his room! Of course, it was four inches narrower and we had to put it on upside down, so it looked like he left his door ajar from down the hall, but at least we didn't leave his room completely open to mauraders...

I miss college.

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March 28, 2004

Post Script

Dean made a good point in the comments to my previous post about editing troll comments to say embarrassing things. My blog idol, Frank (whose new fan blog can be found here), does it occasionally. The thing is, while my editing of its comments might be amusing to me, depriving the world of its idiotic babbling denies my readers the amusement value to be found in its obvious frustration, and its willful blindness to logic and common sense. Plus I needed something to post.

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March 02, 2004

This is why I will politely decline if you invite me camping...

I don't like critters. Heck, I barely tolerate most domestic animals (cute kitties being the major exception). I think chipmunks are adorable as long as they stay far away from me. Tuning Spork's What's Worse That a Dead Squirrel in the Attic ? A Dozen Live Ones story totally creeped me out, and reminded me of the time my family went back to my mom's roots in the mountains of Virginia.

We stayed a week in her dad's farm house (which her eldest brother used as a hunting lodge) and communed with nature--some of it was even outside! I can't decide if my fondest memory is using the outhouse in the middle of the night or the time we came back from visiting her nephew to find a dead bat on one of the bedroom floors. I didn't get much sleep that week--hundreds of bats doing their "morning" ablutions eight feet above one's head is not really conducive to restful slumber. I think I had hysterics five times in seven days, unless you include my reaction when my cousin wanted to bring the 6 foot snake he found into the house--there was no actual screaming involved since I was petrified voiceless.

Thank God for white lightning--it's got xanax beat to flinders....

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February 12, 2004

50 25 more things about Susie

i. My favorite color is blue
ii. I have brown eyes and dark brown hair
iii. I'm a "winter"
iv. I blog in my nightgown
v. I took two semeters of Latin in college
vi. My favorite white cheese is Muenster
vii. My favorite beer is Michelob Amber Bock
viii. I don't like cooked spinach
ix. I drink 3 mugs of coffee a day
x. That's really about 7 cups

xi. I've never been to King's Island, Six Flags or Cedar Point
xii. I think Robert B. Parker is a genius
xiii. I prefer the Greek gods to the Roman ones
xiv. I can't wait 'til Shrek 2 comes out
xv. My favorite shampoo is Herbal Essense
xvi. I prefer Kleenex to Puffs
xvii. I know all the words to "I'm just a little black rain cloud" from Winnie the Pooh
xviii. I sing it when I'm driving
xix. I love the Pre-Raphaelite painters
xx. I am current-top-40-music illiterate
xxi. My right knee hurts when it rains
xxii. My favorite pizza is sausage, ham, pepperoni, bacon, hamburger, onion and green olive
xxiii. I have a scrunchie to match every outfit
xxiv. I've never gotten a speeding ticket
xxv. I like baseball

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January 30, 2004

Let me check the glove compartment

Gosh, looks like if you want a Frankalanche, all you need do is toss some change in Frank's tip jar...

God, I love capitalism!

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January 27, 2004

Every blizzard has a silver lining

The only good thing about a Winter Storm Advisory is that people tend not to come to the 9:30 show, which means I get to leave work by 11pm instead of midnight.

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January 07, 2004

Wednesday means Prince spaghetti New Blog Showcase day

I don't know if the blogger is a liberal or a conservative, a republican or a democrat, but this entry at the New Blog Showcase made me laugh out loud. Some of the titles of other recent entries at Flummery include "Bill O'Reilly Wins Debate with Brick Wall", "Hitler Offended at Bush Comparison Ad" and "Sean Hannity Replaced by Tape Saying "Liberals Suck" Over and Over, No One Notices". Bookmark. Blogroll. Take more cough suppressant....

Looking at Flummery's blogroll, I think I have stumbled across the Democrat version of Frank J--which is probably the highest compliment I can give....

The only other Showcase entry so far is "You're Stupid," on the same subject as my 666th MT post.

Since these posts both have to do with something that's been on my mind lately, I thought I would expound on a topic near and dear to my heart--the difference between Republicans and Democrats.

This is something my dad explained to me when I was a young'un, and it's pretty simple:
Democrats want to consolidate power at the federal level. Republicans believe important issues should be decided at state level or below.

That's it. That's the real difference, and that's where all the strife arises, between the people who want Uncle Sam to control their lives, and people who want to control their own lives.

Yes, it's simplistic, but it is the core difference. The closer the government that's making the rules, the more accountable they are. And it's one of the reasons Republicans get so riled up over "judges legislating from the bench"--particularly Supreme Court justices who impose their opinion on the whole country. See it's one thing if the people of California decide that everyone must wear puce on Tuesdays. That's their right. It's another whole critter if the Big Nine get in on the act and say what's good for California is required for everybody, and we all have to wear puce on Tuesday, whether we like it or not. That's particularly annoying if we in Indiana had already outlawed the color puce, because it clashes with IU's colors...

So, if any of my readers happen to be Democrats, think about it--do you really want to have to wear puce on Tuesday just because they do in California?

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January 01, 2004

Aged and Confused

I gave up New Year's Resolutions decades ago. If there's something I want to change about myself, I start doing it when the epiphany hits rather than wait to put it on a list. I also haven't been to a New Year's Eve party in longer than I can remember--not only because I'm in retail and so am usually working, but also because most drunks aren't as funny as they think they are. And I suppose that's where the idea of a New Year's Resolution came from--people becoming all maudlin and introspective after hoisting a few and deciding that they were going to change things by next year, or waking up with a killer hangover and resolving to never drink that much again...

I realized this morning, however, after reflecting upon my dreams (I was a contestant in a game where I had to identify celebrities in order of their age, youngest first), and factoring in recent conversations I've had, remarks I've made, and statements I haven't made, that I am overly concerned with my age. Or, perhaps more acurately, I'm afraid of being judged (prejudged?) by the age I am going to be on my next birthday. Which is rather funny, really, considering it's not a landmark age like 30 or 40, just another prime number--greater than either of those, but less than their sum ;) [No Daniel, don't list the possibilites, thanks...we'll let the math-challenged struggle though it on their own!].

Obviously, I must secretly consider myself to be old. Why else would I be concerned that others might think that? Some days I feel old (especially rainy ones when my old knee injury aches) but most of the time I'm probably 23 (another prime number, and an excellent age)--until the last few months, anyway, with the realization that my next birthday is not 24...

Which brings us back to New Year's resolutions...I still don't have any. But I may have a birthday resolution--stick around for a few weeks to find out...

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November 24, 2003

Delete, delete, delete

I go to work for my 13 hour day, and I come home to find that half the men in the blogosphere have pingged me. Thanks, guys!
And I don't mind the occasional, inadvertent pong--it happens to the best of us. Only, for every ping there is a corresponding email--which means my inbox was jam packed with pongs this morning....

Sigh. Pixy, I think you're right. We're gonna need a bigger boat....

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November 07, 2003

Catty remark

Some days I think my cat is a stealth ninja assassin. He sneaks up behind me and then sprawls on the floor directly behind where I am standing so that when I turn around I almost step on him and then have to do one of those wild contortion things with arms flailing to keep my balance so that I don't fall down.

Or maybe he just thinks it's funny...

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November 01, 2003

Some things are better left unsaid, apparently...

I was over at Bill's, leaving a witty remark in the comments to this post, when my power went out. It was off just long enough to make the computer reboot and turn all the digital clocks flashing. So of course my comment is gone now, since I hadn't hit "post" yet, and I wonder if it would be tempting fate to try and reconstruct it, especially since my brain is all fuzzy due to sub-standard caffiene intake. Which I think had something to do with the comment--it's hard to remember since it was all of several minutes ago.
I suspect I am coming down with a cold or other bug, since ordinarily by my second cup of the elixir of life my eyes have become unglued and I can actually see the keys as I type. I am also feeling a more-than-usual-reluctance to go to work today. I want to crawl back under the covers and sleep for a few more days....

Cool--Bonfire entry! Now if I could just write something good I would have a Carnival entry.

Hmm...wonder if it's cheating to submit the same post to both....

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October 30, 2003

Some things are better said in private

If you have MT, you know there is this cool thingy where you can get the comments that are posted to your blog emailed to you. If the poster leaves a valid email address you can reply privately to their comment if you want. (It's also handy to let you know when a porn spammer has hit an old archived post, but that's not the point today).

So, last night I had a comment I wanted to respond to privately, so I headed over to check my email. notifications, despite a couple of new comments. Oh, well, maybe the mail's slow. Check again in the morning...

Yep! There's the comments...okay. Um, wait. One's missing. Where's the comment I wanted to reply to? Hmmm...check the blog. Yep! There's the comment--I didn't dream it.

Well, it's a little more work, but I'll just go to his blog and get his email address...which I can't seem to find. Hmm. Now what? Leave a message in his comments that's completely off topic? It's not like this is an emergency or anything....

Reply in my comments? What if he never comes back to read it?

Last resort then--blog a reply.

So, in the comments to this post,
Michael Williams said:

Thanks for the link!

You may also want to check out this post which will tell you how to fix your display problems (the diappearing text and such).
Posted by Michael Williams at October 30, 2003 06:03 AM

Now, being as non-geek as it is possible to be and still be able to type, I am always grateful for MT help. But here's the thing, and maybe it's a petty quibble but I'm in that kind of mood today: I don't have any display problems.
My blog shows up just fine in IE 5.5 and Mozilla. Heck, except for a little problem with the calendar, it even displays great in Netscape 6.1. So Michael's comment strikes me as a little, well, curt.

It's almost like an aquaintance walking up to you at a party and saying: "I can get you a discount to fix that dent in your car."
What dent in my car???????

Only that's a poor analogy, because it would have to be a dent that he sees and you don't--but the same thing goes for the plastic-surgeon-offering-you-a-nose-job analogy so I'm struggling here.

Anyway, Michael, I am sorry you were having display problems when visiting my blog. Since I don't have those problems, I don't know what you mean by "disappearing text and such". What browser are you using? Why hasn't anyone else ever mentioned a problem? IS anyone else having a problem?

According to eXtreme tracking 64.63% of my visitors use MSIE 6, and 23.95% use MSIE 5. There are even a few visitors that use MSIE 4 and 3. So if the 88.94% of visitors who use IE are having display problems, why haven't any of them mentioned it?

So, gentle readers--Are you having display problems? And do I have to do this:

Go through your CSS and eliminate every "position: absolute" attribute, and your problem will be solved. It looks like IE doesn't like large floaters.

You'll probably do well to replace the "position: absolute" attributes with "position: relative", and then use tables to lay out your page. Replace every <div id=???> tag with <td id=???> and the appropriate table and rows, and you should be fine. Yes, using tables is cheating, but if IE doesn't want to play nice then there really isn't another option.

I don't even know how to "use tables".....Waaaaah!!!!!!!

And Michael, please--when you see someone hideously ugly on the street, it's really not nice to tell them that straight out, like Basil Fawlty's "My God, you're ugly!". You should always lead into it a little more gently, like "You know, I used to have a hairlip and a nose like Karl Malden's too. Would you like the name of my platic surgeon?"

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October 28, 2003


So, let's do a quick round of Munuvia and see what's up....

Daniel interviewed Jennifer.

Tuning Spork asks for readers to share their "principled boycotts"...

Victor has a satellite photo of the San Diego fires.

LeeAnn assures us her cooking was not responsible for the above...

Pixy Misa has the Computer Bad Karma Fairy persecuting him. Poor Pixy! He needs linky love (and some software advice) to make it all better...

Tom proved to me that I'm old. Thanks, Tom. Thanks a lot. Seriously. I wish you a very long life so as to completely appreciate gout and arthritis...

Why does Cherry call her jokes bad when most of them are hysterically funny?

One of the newest Munuvians is a blocked writer named Chuck whose blog is Writer's Noose. Chuck has taken a leave of absence from his job as a journalist to write, and is blogging because fellow Munuvian Jim recommended it as a good way to get in the habit of daily writing.
And now poor Chuck finds himself living in a Stephen King novel...
He's been having unusual mechanical difficulties.
His blog attracted a creepy troll who used his late gf's handle and called him by her pet name. The creepy comments resulted in her IP being banned.
He's living in an isolated cabin on a lake with a proported monster.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd be writing a horror novel with all this inspiration....

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October 25, 2003

A Time for Every Zone Under Heaven

So the last Sunday in October is tomorrow, which means that in a little over 24 hours most folks in the U.S. will be turning their clocks back an hour as Daylight Savings Time ends (of course, for our Australian friends, Daylight Savings Time starts Sunday).

Most folks. I'm not included in that. You see, I live in Indiana. We stay on Eastern Standard Time 365 days a year. Which means that at this very moment I have the same time as Jennifer, Blackfive and Harvey. On Sunday, however, I will have the same time as Ted, Victor and SilverBlue without my having to do a single thing. They do all the work, and I shift time zones. Cool, huh?

Except it gets kind of confusing around Prime Time, because when the rest of the country changes time, the TV schedule changes too...That seven o'clock sit-com? comes on at eight now. Letterman? 11:30 instead of 10:30. And just when you get used to watching the late local news at eleven pm, what happens? Daylight Savings again, everywhere else, and the now the news comes on again at ten.

Every year some state senator or representative in Indianapolis tries to pass a bill to get Indiana to follow Daylight Savings, and every year it never gets out of committee because nobody can agree which time zone we belong in. It's kind of like watching a revolving door going around, and you can't decide whether to get into the space with the old grumpy woman or the one with the scary-looking you watch the revolving door keep going, and just stand there, while everyone else goes by.

And then you go home and try and remember what time Letterman comes on.

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October 23, 2003


The problem with most liberals is they think they are moderates.


UPDATE: Serenity has a superlative definition of a conservative. (Now if only I could remember who it was that pointed me there....) Ha! The brain worked! I checked Serenity's trackbacks and it was Heather!

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October 12, 2003

The moon is blue....*

A miracle occurred and I was going to hug the secret to myself, but feel compelled to share it with my Readers: I got Saturday night off! Late Friday afternoon the GM called me and explained that he and the owner had decided that the company's managers deserved a little comp time for the long hard hours of summer (average work week:58 hours) and thus the GM was going to take my Saturday night for me. Whoo hoo!!!!!

This meant that I got to attend the play my nephew was in, and the post-show party at my brother's house! It also meant I got to watch the Cubbies trounce the Florida Fishies but good. Hurray! And it was my favorite kind of Cubs game--Grand Slam homer in the first and no looking back. (And they weren't even playing at Wrigley Field with the wind blowing out!).

The play, by the way, was torturous. It was a Youth Theater production so the cast was 90% kids, and they were terrific! Singing, dancing and acting--all excellent. The problem was the play itself. Oh. my. God. It was apparently based on some 70's comic strip about "diversity" (although it wasn't called that in those days) and the casting was, well... creative? I mean, my blonde-haired, blue-eyed nephew was playing the Native American....and the little boy who was supposed to be the Hispanic had an accent that sounded like Apu from the Simpsons....and they kept talking about "soul brothers" and other 70's slang, and one of the girls was swooning over Paul Newman and Robert Redford (can you say Great-Grandpa?).... thank God it was only an hour, or I would never recover from the trauma. The really sad part is those kids were good! It's a shame the director didn't get them some better material.

I'm behind on my link-love for the week, and so I hope to get a nice ping-slaught going tonight when I get home or tomorrow at the latest, but here are a few not-to-be-missed posts you may have, well, missed:

Silver Blue has a touching tribute to Bill's Blogaversary in pictorial form. Jennifer answers. Harvey has finally attained a much-deserved honor. Frank reviews Kill Bill and discusses Mumia.

Now I have to go catch up on my blog reading.....

*bonus points if you can tell me who starred in the movie with that title

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October 08, 2003


I hate to shop for things I need. I can shop for days if I'm not looking for a particular item, but if there's something specific, like a battery for a telephone, I hate shopping for it because it can never be found. Seriously. I think I have been to half a dozen places looking for a new battery for my portable phone with a zero rate of success. So I have two choices. I can drive halfway across the city to the battery store (frightening, isn't it? there is a store that sells only batteries; for some reason it always reminds me of Bob & Ray's "House of Toast") or I can buy a new portable phone identical to the one I have for $19.99 at the Walgreens up the street.

I hate making decisions. I always make the wrong one.

UPDATE: Thanks to Dana's suggestion in the comments I checked out Cool place! Unfortunately, my battery runs $14.99 (before shipping). I think the new phone wins......

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September 19, 2003

Blame it on Rio

I think it's natural for humans to try and place blame for a certain event. For example, when I am having a panic attack, such as at this moment, I always try and assess what could be to blame for it. I can't seem to accept that there doesn't have to be a reason for it to happen. Even though I know it, I don't really believe that nothing "caused" it. It seems so unlikely. Didn't they teach us cause-and-effect in school? Surely there must be some "cause" causing this effect? But that's the trap that resulted in my being agorophobic and housebound for so many years--blaming the situation I was in for causing the attack, and so avoiding the situation, until the point I couldn't leave the house. So while I know there was nothing I could have done differently to prevent this attack, I still am trying to assess blame. I shouldn't have eaten fried chicken for dinner. I shouldn't have worried so much about Hurricane Isabel. I shouldn't have smoked so much while I was blogging. It is extremely difficult to accept that I have no control over panic disorder. That I have eaten fried chicken before without having a panic attack. That other hurricanes have arrived in America without my having a panic attack. That I have smoked too much on a particular day without having a panic attack. I want there to be an identifiable cause, so that I can avoid that cause and never have another panic attack ever again.
I'm calming down a little. I have learned that distraction works wonders, and checking for typos is a good distraction.
But I still want there to be a "cause" so there can be a "cure." Or at least, prevention...

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September 13, 2003

Inane Post #432

I'm too tired to be blogging, but I have to say before I forget, I had a lot of fun today. Not at work. Before I went to work. In the blogosphere.
Ok, now I forget why I was going to blog.
Dang. Bonfire entry.

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September 12, 2003

A little ping between friends....

Another weekend gone by in a flash....I'll try to find the odd moment here and there to post, but I've noticed that as my reading list grows, my pingage is dropping...what's a Link Madam to do? The non-Munuvians on my blogroll seem to be getting the short shift here--Glenn, Tiger, Paul, Bill, annika, James, Harvey, Kevin the Wiz, Silver Blue, Blackfive, I'm going to try to do better but no promises!

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September 11, 2003

September 11th

Over the last few days I have seen many bloggers' memorials to the victims and tributes to the heros of 9-11-01. I really can't match them for eloquence, relevance or reverence. Like December 7th, 1941, it is " a date which will live in infamy."
It is also a reminder that those who do not learn from History are destined to repeat it. Osama Bin Laden apparently never learned that it's not prudent to prod a sleeping giant--that the giant is going to roll over and crush the prodder. Saddam Hussein also never learned that lesson. And there are still a few areas of the world where the ill-educated or the deluded cling to the notion that targeting the United States of America is an act that will bring no significant consequences...

Having not studied History, they don't realize that the giant has not yet truly woken up. I wouldn't want to be them if it does.....

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August 24, 2003

Thought for the day..

The problem with boys teasing girls that they don't know really well (such as non-wives or non-long-term girl friends) is that the boys don't know when the girls are PMSing and something he thinks is funny is going to make her cry....

That said, I want to thank Kevin of Wizbang! for the help getting my Alliance Logo to link to the Alliance blog. (He can't help it he's a boy, and, afterall, Frank made me cry too, and I forgave him...eventually).

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August 19, 2003

Muddled Rambling and Random Musing

The bad thing about being sick is that once you are recovering you are still exhausted. My energy levels have been fluctuating like a simile that eludes me right now.

Anyway, a while back I read on Jamie's blog that he has only purchased ONE of my blogshares because they were too expensive. So I have just emerged from that dark and scary place (aka the main template) where I added several links to my blogroll in an attempt to make myself more affordable. I don't know if it is going to work, but the basic laws of supply and demand indicate that the more there is of something, the less it's worth, so I thought I would give it a try...

I have been intermittantly fluttering around the blogosystem today, and I read a lot of interesting posts, but I just don't have the energy at the moment to re-seek them and link to them and etc. (I apologize to those bloggers at whose places I did not leave comments, and suggest you consider yourselves the lucky ones...)
So I am going to tell you about the movie I saw this niece (who doesn't start school until tomorrow--although that sounds like I only have one niece, when in actual fact I have seven) and I went to see RUGRATS GO WILD. (It's at my theater, it's my day off, and we got in free...).

I give this movie two big thumbs and two big toes up! It was a very well done "family" movie--which means there was witty repartee for the grownups to chuckle at, and broad slapstick for the children and the men to enjoy. It was actually a Rugrats-meet-the Wild Thornberrys, and I had to get my niece to explain some of the characters' relationships (in the car on the way home, natch--Susie does not disturb other patrons by talking in a movie...), but overall I enjoyed it. It was rated PG rather than G because of a few scenes of "peril". But it's not too perilous unless you're like Chuckie Fenster.

I hardly ever use this extended entry thing, because it seems to me it's really only good for hiding the punchline to a joke, and then it's usually annoying because there's only one or two more lines there. However, I have noticed that the Emperor makes excellent use of the extended entry, so if I do decide to use this more often I will be sure to emulate him and make it worth my readers' while.

So let me add that the various Wars I am involved in seem to be going well, although the Axis of Evil Naughty seems to be pulling ahead in the creative titles department (which reminds me--what ever happened to the Slutatarians?) while the Alliance has the photoshopping sewn up...

I haven't stopped by Kin's lately to see how hard I need to ping Kevin to stay in the race, but the way things have been shaping up it looks like the Hobo Killer might get my permaroll spot.....

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August 11, 2003

I have an idea...

It's probably not a very good idea, but hey, they can't all be up there with the Bill C. vs. John Collins insult-a-thon...

I have to thank Tiger for this idea, for two reasons. The first is I just thought of it while leaving a comment at his blog, and the second is that he wrote a post awhile back commenting on the lack of comments relative to the number of visitors to his blog. So I think what I shall do is this: whenever I read a post I am going to leave a "comment" indicating that I read that post.

Now, as I wrote this morning I have BLA [although not as badly this evening as this morning (thank you Tim)] so, while so afflicted, it is probably not possible to make cogent rebuttals or witty ripostes as comments; therefore what I'm going to do if I can't think of anything amusing to say is just write "Susie was here" or something equally pointless, just so the blogwriter knows I not only read their words, but was struck commentless by the beauty and elegance of their prose...

Maybe I'll just leave punctuation....

{Gotta wonder how many bloggers I'm going to annoy the heck out of before I get bored with doing it...}

Posted by Susie at 09:33 PM | Comments (13)

Thought for the Day

You know you are spending too much time on your computer when you are leafing through a book looking for a particular passage, and for a split second you try to hit Ctrl+F to find a keyword in the book.....

Posted by Susie at 01:26 AM | Comments (2)

August 10, 2003

Lame Post #312

Thanks to Bill for the idea for titles...

So I haven't posted much except linkage lately, but that's because everybody else is writing such good stuff and making great Dfilms, and my life has been a little boring recently. The semester is over and the next one doesn't start for a couple weeks (I'm taking some yucky Economics class--required). Nothing major has collaspsed, disintigrated or gotten all used up at the theatre, and I keep forgetting to take my camera to see if I can get more ghost pictures...

In other words, I've got squat. It's actually rather nice not to have horrible days at work, but it leaves me with little to whine about.

So, I guess I've got my Bonfire entry for this week, huh?

Posted by Susie at 01:23 AM | Comments (0)

August 07, 2003

All thumbs...up!

Dear Tiger, I could not possible do justice to your Art in the few moments I had before returning to Hell ™(aka the theater). I had every intention of deconstructing--um critiquing your masterwork after a less hurried viewing....
Ok, let's see....interesting soundtrack....hmm-- unexpected cameo by a big name star; industry standard production homonym (or is it ad homophone?) attacks....
Yes, I think you'll tick somebody off....

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August 05, 2003

It's always sumthin'...

So since yesterday wasn't torturous enough for me, my internet access is acting up. Winners never prosper and losers never cheat, or something like that.

Anyway, B.B.M.M. Pixy Misa asked and I shall answer:

When we ran out of oil last week because the supply order never came, we had to order from a local vendor who didn't carry the oil we normally use, and instead gave us a coconut oil derivative that refuses to stay liquid at room temperature.....the oil is delivered to the popper from the 5 gallon drum through a pumping system via a plastic hose. The AC kicks on, the temperature in the theater drops below "Saraha", and the "oil" solidifies....the only way to get it moving again is to warm the hose with a blow dryer until it all liquifies again. Think Crisco shortening vs. Crisco oil.....

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August 03, 2003

Ping Storm!

This habit many bloggers have of taking the weekend off leads me to suspect that either they do most of their blogging from work, or they consider blogging to be work.
I can understand the former if they don't have internet access at home (although the opposite holds true for me). But if the latter is the case, why do they bother to do it? It's not like anyone is getting paid by the word in blogging. It's not (for most of us, anyway) that difficult to compose a sentence or two and hit publish. I can understand why someone like Frank would take the weekend off, because he posts the equivalent of several small novels every week. But others like Victor who just take off for the beach on the weekend without even asking his Loyal Reader if its ok with her.....or John Collins, who just doesn't post the weekend through.... Goodness, even Bill posted a deep and meaningful analysis of the nuances of lint yesterday!
Kevin thoughtfully provided for my entertainment needs yesterday, as did Tiger and B.B.M.M. Pixy Misa.

Now here's a link to this week's New Blog Showcase Entry.
Pixy has part 7 of the Blogfather up, and I have to go watch!

Posted by Susie at 09:45 AM | Comments (3)

July 30, 2003

Appeal for Mercy

Jennifer thinks Frank should blogroll me. Thanks, Jen!

As Paul pointed out it's important to have a blogroll philosophy.

Mine started out fairly simply...I added the ones I read regularly because it was a heck of a lot easier to click on a link than to search through my interminable list of bookmarks. But because there is a lot of effort (and spelunking gear) involved in blogrolling someone, I had to really want to read their web site badly enough to undertake the trip into the scary template....

As time went on, however, and Pixy Misa, B.B.M.M. managed to exterminate most of the critters lurking in the darkness, it got a little easier for me to add people to my blogroll, and even create subsections. So I added an area for blogs that I would read regularly if I didn't have to leave to my house occasionally to get money to pay for internet access...

Only I keep finding new blogs I have to add to both my lists and, in keeping with my general tendency toward procrastination, haven't yet....

So basicly what I wanted to say in this post is:
People! Stop writing such good blogs that you make me want to read you all the time!

Thanks. You can go about your business now....

Posted by Susie at 10:13 AM | Comments (3)

July 28, 2003

Post flambe

I'm having a tough time this week finding a good bad appropriate entry for Kevin's Bonfire of the Vanities. So I think I will just nominate this post of jaboobie's.

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July 23, 2003

Building Integrity

Pixy Misa found an entry he liked at one of my test blogs, and told me I should post it here. Since he is my Benevolent Benefactor and Marvelous Mentor, I will, of course, do as he asks......

I was wondering tonight if there is a Patron Saint for derelict buildings. Not that the theater is abandoned; just that its upkeep has been neglected. So I found a site about Patron Saints and looked it up. Nope. No crumbling infrastructure on the list.

Advertising has a patron saint. So do barbers and bakers. A number of countries have their own Patron Saints. There is a Patron Saint for carpenters, and for builders. But there is no one for a movie theater that is reverting to its composite molcules at an increasingly faster rate every day.

Actors have a Patron Saint. There is a Patron Saint of Television. Heck, even the Internet has its own Patron Saint (St. Isidore of Seville). But nothing close to a movie theater.

Too bad. We really need one.

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July 20, 2003

Susie's Directive #33

No one has remarked on the 50% reduction in pink on my blog.

Do so immediately!!!!

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July 18, 2003

Frankly, my dear

And it's time again to taunt Super Lucky Happy Fun Permalink Contest . The responses from the first group of randomly chosen supplicants have been posted, and it's up to Frank's readers to vote them off the island.

As a loyal reader of IMAO since I clicked on the wrong link at Rachel Lucas' many days ago, I'm going to have a really difficult time praising Frank--I mean, choosing just one of his "essays" as my favorite when my turn in the grovel-fest comes. (For any readers still with me after all this Frank-speak, I am in group D, subsection Q, scheduled in the clean-up spot--unless Sammy Sosa gets a home run, in which case I'll bunt).

Posted by Susie at 07:36 AM | Comments (5)

July 02, 2003

Could be worse....

A movie theater with worse infrastructure than mine!

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July 01, 2003

My weekend

Since today is my "weekend" and I could sleep in, naturally my brain awoke long before my body and refused to shut up. Yes, I have a lot of things to do today, but I cannot do most of them at five a.m.!

First stop should be the library to pick up the books I have on hold for my "leadership critique" paper. I decided to do mine on Ulysses S. Grant. I considered Wilson, Jackson and Polk before settling on Grant, and this was before I found out about the Presidential Power-Up! All the more reason to analyze Grant's leadership style. The other students are doing wussies like Lee Iacocca and Margaret Chase Smith.

My other class requires an "industry analysis" paper. I still don't know what industry I will do--probably movie theaters? I'm not sure, though, if there is enough info on theaters to fill 15 pages (plus cover page, abstract, references, charts, etc.). Anyway, both papers are due the end of July, so I still have some time to procrastinate---I mean, put off doing my homework in order to blog for Pete's entertainment.

I also have plans to go see "Anger Management" with one of my nieces tonight. We are going to the 9:40 show, so I may have to take a nap this afternoon!

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June 29, 2003

Waning interest.....

I just checked my status in the New Blog Showcase and currently I am #2! Hurray! I also garnered a B grade from Tiger in his review (although, if he graded on a curve, it would have been a D, judging by the entries he liked better than mine...). Yay?

However, a couple of salient thoughts:

1) Interest in the Showcase seems to be dwindling. Only 34 votes have been cast as of the dawn of the last day of voting, and as the rules require that each entrant cast 3 votes for other entrants (13 entrants x 3, carry the one, divide by the quotient, less the remainder=not enough votes to sustain population growth over the next decade) it would appear that even the people involved have developed voter apathy. When you consider that six of the votes cast for me are from my friends, one is a return vote from a blogger I linked to (see Dean's gift economy essay), and one is a duplication (apparently NZ Bear still hasn't figured out that bug), the voter turn-out rate looks even more dismal.

2) That duplication vote thingee is still bothering me. While I have no problem stuffing the ballot box for my friends (I voted for John Collins' entry from both my blogs, old AND new, last week) it would be unethical to do that for myself. And since NZ Bear wipes the voting records page before he announces the winner, we really don't know if he is checking that all the chads have been completely punched out before crowning a new King (or Queen) of the Microbes.

3) I have to wonder how strictly the rules for the Showcase are enforced. You see, the frontrunner only voted for TWO other blogs, and then left town for a 4 day weekend. If he wins, that means the rules are NOT being enforced.

4) If the rules are enforced, as they should be, then whoever DOES win will have triumphed via a technicality, which would give the current frontrunner the opportunity to take this all the way to the Supreme Court (would that be Glenn Reynolds?).

So, Loyal Readers and Random Visitors, there is only ONE solution to this Moral Dilemma: You must beat the bushes of the Ecosystem cadging votes for my entry and cajoling passers-by for links to Some People are Mean.
And you must do in inthe next 12 hours! This is the only way to save the integrity of the New Blog Showcase!

Posted by Susie at 09:55 AM | Comments (4)

June 24, 2003


"When I'm president, we'll do executive orders to overcome any wrong thing the Supreme Court does tomorrow or any other day," said Rep. Dick Gephardt of Missouri.

I don't know which is more frightening...the idea of another Presidential Dick (nope, NOT referring to Nixon) or the thought that this kind of statement is par for the course for the left......

Update: The more I read Gephardt's statement, the more I am convinced that Frank J is his speechwriter... a statement like that is just so absurd!

Posted by Susie at 10:34 PM | Comments (3)

Mush Brain

I have been working on my paper for most of the day, and it's almost there. Unfortunately, I had hoped I'd finish it today. Life interrupts art. One of my nieces turned 11 today, and my sister decided to have the birthday party at my house (yes, she asked first, and I agreed). But there went three hours of homework time (pre-cleaning; party;post-cleaning). The good part [aside from the acknowledged excellence of cake and ice cream] was that I got my brother P.K. to critique my paper, and he gave me some good suggestions. I also persuaded him to install the drivers and software for my digital camera, which I used to take pics at the party.
Boy, was I disappointed. Like blogger, the camera was free, and I got what I paid for. (Actually, now that I think of it, I had to put up with earthlink for all those months to get that camera, so I paid WAY more than it was worth!).
So that you know what I am talking about I am going to post one of the pics I took at the party.

This is the birthday girl: View image

It's blurry, grainy, the colors are bizarre........ sigh.

Here's one P.K. took of himself, fooling around:dsc_033.jpg

He's actually pretty good-looking in person......sigh.

Posted by Susie at 09:23 PM | Comments (3)

June 23, 2003

No Breaks Allowed

Don't you hate it when your favorite blogs go the entire weekend without an update? It's almost as if some of these folks have an actual life or something....
Ok, I am as flattered as the next woman when my blog is the top story for days, but it seems like Glenn, Tiger and Frank are the only ones considering MY entertainment needs....
(Pixy Misa is granted absolution because he warned me he was going on a road trip, and left me a catalog of his music to keep me amused til his return.)

Get with the program, guys!

UPDATE: Let me reiterate, Glenn(NOT Reynolds), TIGER and Frank worked very hard over the weekend to keep me entertained!!!!

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June 19, 2003

I Need H. & R. Brock.....

Well, I can register for my Fall classes today, and it's Moral Dilemma time again... (not really, it's just that ever since John Belushi did that "ad" on Saturday Night Live my family has descibed any kind of decision as a "moral dilemma": pink or mauve lipstick? moral dilemma. steak or chicken? moral dilemma. one hard class or two easy ones? moral dilemma.)

Not that any of my classes has been easy; just some have been less labor-intensive than others (2 papers v. 4, daily "discussions" v. written reports). So my two remaining required classes are Applied Economic Theory and Financial Administration and Budgeting, and they both sound pretty scary to me (I'm not really into that whole Math thing).

So Management Theory sounds pretty innoculous, and so does Human Resources Management..but then I will have used up 2/3 of my electives.

Like I said, Moral Dilemma. Well, I have until August 4th to decide....

Posted by Susie at 10:06 AM | Comments (2)

June 17, 2003

Some People are Mean

To all my Loyal Readers: If you have not already, please bookmark this site. It is the Symantec Security listing of email hoaxes.

My best friend forwarded me this email this morning:

We may have a problem.... see instructions below.
Chuck Langenfeld

Unfortunately, a virus has been passed on to me by a contact. My address
book WAS infected.
Since you are in my address book, there is a good chance you will find
it in your computer too. The virus (called jdbgmgr.exe) is not
detected by Norton or McAfee antivirus systems. The virus sits quietly
for 14 days before damaging the system. It is sent automatically by
messenger and by the address book, whether or not you sent e-mail to your contacts.
Here's how to check for the virus and how to get rid of it:

1. Go to start, Find or search option.
2. In the file folder option, type the name jdbgmgr.exe
3. Be sure you search your C: drive and all subfolders and any other
drives you may have.
4. Click "find now"
5. The Virus has a Teddy Bear icon with the name jdbgmgr.exe DO NOT OPEN
6. Go to Edit (on the menu bar) and choose "select all" to highlight the
file without opening it.
7. Now go to File (on the menu bar) and select delete. It will then go to
the Recycle Bin.

To Do This:
a) Open a new e-mail message
b) Click the icon of the address book next to the "TO"
c) Highlight every name and add to "BCC" (which means blind copy)
d) Copy this message and paste to e-mail

Ciao, Donna

Of course I checked Symantec before I did anything, and emailed my friend that it was a hoax, but not before she had deleted the file.

It is very sad that some people have nothing better to do than to sit around and think up these terrorist plots.

I know, it sounds kind of strong to call an email hoax a terrorist plot, but the only point of this kind of email is to scare somebody, which is really the point of terrorism--to scare all the people who weren't killed outright in the attack; to scare us into taking actions that might not be in our best interests in the long term, because of the fear of the consequences of NOT acting to prevent imminent and future damage to ourselves and our property. (Do I hear you murmuring "Patriot Act"? I thought so...).

We need to always think before we react blindly to a perceived threat. Granted, sometimes instinct takes over--the old "fight or flight" reaction that Mother Nature programmed into our wiring--but there are degrees of threat and degrees of available reaction time to that threat, and we need to always use any time we have, even if it is only seconds, to give our brains a chance to analyze the response mechanisms and override them if necessary.

Maybe it is easier for me, because I have to to do this on a daily basis. You see, I suffer from Panic Disorder.

I had my first Panic Attack at age 12, at the top of an escalator in the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago. At the time, I had no idea what it was that I was really experiencing, so from that moment on I avoided escalators. As the years went on, the list of things to be avoided grew. (This is one reason why I love the movie "What about Bob?" and the elevator scene in particular--my terror of everyday life experiences depicted in accurate, yet humorous, terms). Eventually I became completely agoraphobia as my world shrank to the safety of my home. I couldn't hold a job because I couldn't leave my parents' house. I developed LOTS of hobbies that could be done without going outside, such as baking, needlework, reading, and watching television.

Then, one night, while curled up in my favorite comfy chair, watching TV and embroidering, I had a panic attack. And as I sat there, trying to figure out just what it was that was so terrifying (my chair? my chair is not scary, it is my favorite chair; the embroidery? I embroidered all the time without injury to myself; the television? puh...leeze) it occurred to me that maybe there was NOTHING to be afraid of.

That didn't stop the panic attacks, of course, and in a way it made them worse since now the fear shifted to internal foci for the fear (I'm having a heart attack, I'm having a stroke, I'm dying here and no one is noticing) rather than external ones (I am afraid of riding in a car, I must avoid cars to avoid the fear). But it DID make me seek medical treatment for the heart attack/stroke/imminent death, and that eventually resulted in an accurate diagnosis, treatment, and an ability to function the way "normal" people do, including finding a job, owning a car, and paying taxes.

I still have panic attacks. They still scare the heck out of me. I still find myself in the ER convinced I am dying at least once a year. However, fear doesn't scare me the way it used to, which is probably why I took some time to see if that email was legitimate before franticly deleting that "suspicious" file and emailing everyone in my address book.

FDR said "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
If he were alive today, I think he would add: "and, if you are a Palestinian, Buck the Marine."

Ok, I'm done channeling Bill Whittle.

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June 14, 2003

Lunar Luck

Let me preface this by saying, I am not at all superstitious.

Ok, not very superstitious. And Friday the 13th has never bothered me. In fact, today is the first ever Friday the 13th that I ever remember anything unlucky happening to me.

Guess what? No paychecks today. Lost in the mail or something. Then I find out from Victor that the tax cut kicks in today.

Personally, I blame the full moon. Nuke it.

Posted by Susie at 12:08 AM | Comments (3)

June 12, 2003

Girls just want to have fun

I'm still playing!!!!!

Thanks for the punctuation tip, Pixy...if I had known that two days ago, the whole pink thing might never have happened! :P

So I am fiddling around going "what's this do?" which means you may see some odd things as I experiment.

Notice the white border around the blog entries? I was trying to get the entries themselves to have a white background, but I kind of liked that so I left it (for now).

I have been playing almost ALL day!!! Not just on MT, but I actually went out to eat!!! (KFC has a terrific buffet for only $5.99... I blew the budget, but what the heck, I only get one day off in 12.....). I have also taken TWO naps today!!!!!

The down side is I've only gotten one page of my paper done today, which means I'll have to work on it during my blogging time over the weekend.

Could be worse...could be raining... (Marty Feldman to Gene Wilder, "Young Frankenstein").

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Her Tools

One of the reasons that the male/female equality issue is still ongoing is that the women came late to the party. (Ok, we pretty much crashed it, helped out by a few men who weren't total Neanderthals, but that's not the point.) See, God let Adam name everything, and we women have been stuck with guy-names for everything ever since.

Take tools. Is there a tool sensibly named "that pinching thingee"? Nope. It's called a pliers. How about that lifting-up thingee for the car when the tire is flat? A jack. What about one of those little baby nail thingees that hold pictures in their frames? A brad. Except for the fact I've never met anyone named "Pliers" you'd think guys were namimg all this stuff after themselves!

There is a tool we have at work that one of the girls calls an alum wrench, that I think was named by some man named Allen, which, had I been the one to name it, would have been called "that bent thingee we use to lock the doors." See how much more descriptive a name that is?

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April 29, 2003

April 29

Cuba was reelected to the U.N.'s Human Rights Commission today. Hurray!! We will now all be safe from.....oh, wait.

Kinda makes you really wonder about the U.N., especially since Cuba ran unopposed in its "regional grouping".

'How can that be?' you ask. 'It's in the region of North America, isn't it?'

Au contrair .....the U.S. and Canada are in the "Western Europe and Others" grouping (along with Austrailia and New Zealand).
Huh????? Either the UN is REALLY bad at geography, or we got some racial profilin' goin' on here, Lucy. Of course, I don't know what other countries are in Cuba's "regional grouping," but it sure makes me curious.

Hmm, I seem to remember that Iraq was on the Human Rights Commission, too. Maybe that says it all about the U.N.

Well, through the amazing versatility of the internet, I was able to discover a list of the countries in Cuba's grouping. I think the racial profiling thing is probably true, except that Spain and Portugal are in the Westen Europe grouping. Turkey is in the Western Europe grouping, too. I would have put them in either the Eastern Europe or Asian grouping. But then, I'm pretty good at geography. :P

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April 26, 2003

April 26

Musings on the perniciousness of inertia: Inertia is bad. Inertia prevents one from initiating tasks that are necessary in modern society, like laundry. I have no clean clothes to wear to work, yet I cannot command the self-discipline to gather the darks and head to the washer. Instead I will probably plunge deep into the stygian depths of the closet on a mission to extract a vaguely-matching ensemble circa 1992. ( I have clothes dating back to the Carter administration.....). No doubt this fashion safari will cost me more effort and energy than just doing the damn laundry would, yet inertia overrides logic. Procrastination has no discernable rewards, yet it is a behavior I not only embrace but have perfected. My brother recommends drinking more water and smoking less. I wonder if it will work.

Gosh, it's hard to be creative every day! How do other bloggers do it? This is only my second day, and I am having trouble already. I haven't seen any movies lately (which is rather ironic, considering that I work at a movie theater), and nothing I've read recently demands comment. I am very inert lately. Maybe I'll have something more post-worthy when I get home from work tonight.

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April 25, 2003

Well, I now have my own blog......what to do with all this power? Write excrutiatingly bad poetry? Whine about my job? Rant about politics?
Ok, all of the above.

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