Are chipmunks more intelligent, or perhaps less suicidal, than squirrels and rabbits? Just driving my neighborhood streets there is at least one daily kamikaze squirrel sprinting across the road in front of my car. Sometimes they even just stop in the middle of the street, like they're playing chicken. And at least a couple times a week, an oblivious bunny hops blithely into my vehicle's path, as if the school crossing guard had given it the go-ahead. Driving around I also see possum and raccoon roadkill, but I have never, ever, seen a chipmunk doing the cross-street dash, and I have never seen a smooshed one, either.
So I got a very nice email from a complete stranger offering a link-exchange for our blogs. Seems he found my site from somebody else's blogroll, and thought we could cross-promote. I found the blog he referenced (yep, there I was) and his blog's link there, and his blog is no worse than Harvey's, so I was all ready to email him back agreeing when I noticed....the name and email addy in his "signature" don't match the name and addy that the email came from.
Admittedly, I have several email addresses. Some are in my real name, and some are in my nickname, but I sign them all "Susie" regardless of address because that is who I am. I do not email someone from Mona_Doe@hotmail.com and sign it Matilda_Schmilda@gmail.com, or vice versa. Not only is that very confusing, it also leads to all sorts of questions, including is this a scam?
So no link love for Mr. Doesn't Know His Own Name, just in case he is a total fruitcake who hacks into strangers' email accounts to solicit links because he forgot the password to his own.
Yeah, it's tough love, but I supervise teenagers for a living...
Do you think Palmolive is made of palm and olive?
So I have the opportunity to move to Minx, but it scares me... After all, I've got the place looking like I like it, and there are probably wombats in the new template, so it's a big deal. But, on the other hand, Minx is very shiny...
Well, I have a little dilemma that I've been thinking on for a few days with no resolution, so I thought perhaps you, Dear Reader, might have an insight or two that would help me.
It's about comments, and courtesy, and it's kinda complicated. If someone leaves a spam comment on my blog, I kill it without remorse. If they leave an offensive comment, I either kill it or edit it (sometimes beyond recognition). Hey, my house, my rules.
The problem is: someone left a comment, not in and of itself offensive, but using language some people (including myself) find offensive, on a post of mine at a group blog. So it's not really my house, although we could stretch the metaphor to say it's my room in the house. The comment isn't spam, and the gist of the comment is certainly acceptable. It's just the...hmm, well, let's go with 'swearing and blasphemy' that bother me.
I emailed the author, and pointed out that I felt his language was inappropriate, and he apologized to me via email--but he did not edit the comment (maybe it didn't occur to him, or may he doesn't know how, or maybe I have access he doesn't, even though he is also part of the "group").
So that should be the end of that, except I have a tendency toward OCD and I cannot shrug off the nagging annoyance of "bad words" in a comment to my post. I also cannot escape the notion that it would be discourteous of me to edit his non-spam, completely on-topic and totally relevant remarks, just because he prefaces them with a naughty exclamation. Now I'm stuck, see-sawing between two options that seem to carry equal weight in the decision equation.
So, do I live with the nagging annoyance, and hope it eases over time? Or do I bowdlerize his comment?
You know, there are a lot of words to describe laughter. We've got
Anyone know of an audio dictionary?
What's with all the comment spammers who are using random strings of letters for the urls they pimp?
Can I hire somebody to run my life for me, since I'm too weak right now to do it myself?
What's the point of link love, if the linkees don't know they are loved? I am referring to the fact that our anti-trackback-spam watchdog, Fluffy, has eaten all my pings to my fellow Munuvians!
Die, spammers, die!
***Fluffy just ate that one, too!***
I started to write something, but it hasn't matured yet. Once my thinking is a little more coherent on the subject I hope to go back to it. In the meantime... I look kind of funny with my auburn Princess Fiona wig and so-dark-brown-they-almost-look-black eyebrows...does anyone know of an inexpensive, temporary eyebrow dye-type thing? Any Masters of Disguise with helpful hints? Never having colored my hair, I have no clue....
So, this year, should I dress up for Halloween as a witch or a gypsy?
I just got an invitation to join Lefty Blogs, " the place to find out what's happening in the progressive blogosphere across the country..."
So lefties are "progressives"? I guess that makes me a regressive. I'd join just to do the fifth column thing, except I'm afraid Chimpy McHilter's Imperial Storm Troops would put me on their list.
....I think I hear the black helicopters! Auuugh! No!!!!!
Any one seen "Sin City"? Is it worth four bucks to rent?
One of my employees is either completely socially inept, or more totally self-involved than most teenagers. To wit: Wednesday morning I whacked my pinkie toe on a table leg and broke it (the toe, not the table leg). All I had time to do before heading into work was tape it to the next toe, swallow a couple of Tylenol, and rummage through the closet for my oldest (and therefore loosest) loafers. It hurt like the dickens, and I limped through most of my 12 hour workday, swearing inaudibly (unless I was in the projection booth, where my audible swearing was mantra-like in its regular cadence as I threaded projectors and started films).
Now, in normal social intercourse, if one inquires as to the wellbeing of another, and the reply is "Not so great, I broke my toe," one ordinarily responds with sympathy such as "Ouch! That's gotta hurt," or perhaps "I'm sorry--is there anything I can do for you?" or even "Oh, man, what happened?" This is what is known as common courtesy.
When one of my clerks breezed in to work with a "Hi, Susan! How are you?" I happened to be in mid-wince from pain and stated "Not so great, I broke my toe."
Her immediate response: "My mom broke four toes." She then proceeded to launch into a long story of how that came about.
I'm not sure why she seemed to think we were playing "Can you top this?" *
I do know that her reaction has negatively colored my opinion of her, and I'm not sure whether to say anything to her about it or not. Teenagers are notoriously self-absorbed, after all. I would even have understood if she had said she had once broken a toe and elaborated on how painful it was--at least in that case I could have assumed her sympathy. As it is, I really have to wonder if, deep down, there's something of a sociopath there, since this is not the first occasion I have noticed that she is completely lacking in empathy. (After one of my cashiers had a seizure and was taken off in an ambulance, she opined to the rest of that staff that she wished she'd had a seizure!)
Maybe the next time she starts her "Nobody likes me!" whine, I'll take her aside and explain to her why exactly that is....
* My family plays a game called "You think that's bad..." where we try to top the other person's horror stories; but we do it for the humor because we are firm believers that laughter is the best medicine.
Ok, I just don't get it. If Daylight Savings Time is so great that they are going to add two months to it, making it from March until November, why don't they just bump everyone's time zones and be done with it? Put the East Coast on Nova Scotia time, the Midwest on Eastern Standard, the Rockies on Central time and the West Coast on Mountain Standard. Or is that too sensible for government?
Well, I'm feeling a little better today, which is a good thing since my work week starts again this afternoon with the weekly inventory. Two of my cashiers have left for better-paying jobs (I believe even Wal mart starts people out higher than we pay after two years) so I need to set up interviews with assorted applicants, most of whom listed $6/hour or more on the app where it asks 'salary desired'. The weeding out process begins when I call and tell them how
little much we pay. Everybody who agrees to work for a pittance and all the popcorn they can eat gets an interview.
I've always hated interviewing people. At my last job we had an interview questionnaire we had to use that had some of the stupidest questions known to humankind on it (What are your hobbies?--although I suppose if the person answered "collecting small animal parts in formaldehyde," you'd know to give them a pass). There is no set format at the theater, so I just wing it--do you have a car? Are you reliable? Will you work for $5.50 an hour? Can you start today? You know, the important stuff.
So, what's the stupidest interview question you were ever asked? I might toss it out to some of the interviewees just for my own amusement.....
Ever been on hold waiting for a service tech because your DSL went out, and hear the message that you can report your outage online?
If I could get online, I wouldn't have anything to report. Sheesh.
Can any of my non-automotively-challenged readers answer a question for me?
Does a car battery recharge whenever the engine is running, or does the vehicle have to be driving for the alternator to do its job?
School starts for me on Monday, and since it's my last class for my Master's I'm having mixed feelings. On the one hand, it'll be nice to finally have that sheepskin. On the other, I'm going to have to start paying off my loans once I've been graduated.
I wonder if I start on a Ph D if I could get a loan deferment?
The thing I hate about Christmas shopping isn't the shopping--although I thank Gore for the internet, because I never set foot in "The Mall" from October to February, and pre-Amazon.com I did most of my Christmas shopping at the corner Walgreen's--it's trying to figure out what to get for the nephews.
Well, I could get them guns, but then their moms would never speak to me again. Ditto knives, swords, cherry bombs and assorted other things that moms have nightmares about their ten-year-olds finding in trash cans.
My twenty-six-year-old nephew is easy; since he already purchased his own guns, knives and swords as soon as he moved out, I can just get him a six-pack of Michelob or a bottle of tequila and that's that. My sixteen-year-old nephew has two swords, but guns are out since he has a brand new baby sister and my sister would use it to kill me. I can't afford to buy him a car, which is the other thing he would like.
Then we have the fourteen-year-old and the nine-year-old. I don't have a clue. There's no point in asking my sisters or sister-in-law what to get them, because the answer is invariably sox or underwear. And while I'm sure their dads would have helpful suggestions like swimsuit models or a subscription to Penthouse, I want my sisters to still be speaking to me come Boxing Day.
So: a little help? What should a doting Auntie on a budget get for her 16, 14, and 9-year-old nephews for Christmas?
Isn't there a legal limit on how many consecutive horrible days you can have at work?
Don't you hate it when you think 'oh, yeah, I've gotta go do such-and-such' and you go to do it and it's already been done--and you are the only one who could've done it? And you don't remember having done it? Please tell me I'm not the only one this opposite-of-deja vu has happened to, otherwise I may have to go get a CAT scan or tested for early-onset Alzheimer's or something. I hope it's just because I wasn't paying attention--kind of like when you find a bruise on your shin but you don't remember walking into a coffee table? Or am I the only one that happens to, too?
The left calls the President a liar based on things he never actually said. Yet whenever John Kerry actually lies, repeatedly, they say it's not what he really meant. It's the media's job to call Kerry on crap like this, but they won't. Can we elect new media? Please?
Why can't leftists write in complete sentences with proper punctuation, correct usage of homophones, and good grammar? To wit:
You know anybody that says they know how to protect a country from a threat, has to have the I.Q of a pancake to believe a little lord fauntleroy, who went and hid, four twelve hours or so, while his daddy[chaney] stayed in an "undisclosed location" rather than a combat veteran with a medal for heroism only two steps below the medal of Honor.How does one respond to a statement which has no subject or predicate? How many restrictive and reflexive clauses can you string together with improper or inadequate punctuation?
Oh, I forgot the scary ending: And then he voted.
Personally, I'd be delighted to live in a country where happily married gay couples had closets full of assault weapons.I wished I'd said it first. I think it sums up the way many conservatives feel. But let's check my assumption, shall we?
On the way home from work tonight I thought of something to blog about, but by the time I got something to nibble on, and got out of my clothes and into my nightie, I forgot what it was. Sigh...
Oh! I know--last night gasoline was $1.85 a gallon. Tonight it was $2.05. It went up 20 cents overnight! Today, five gallons will cost me a McDonald's double cheeseburger more than it did yesterday! What's up with that?
These days, buying gas is like gambling. Do I call or do I fold? Do I buy gas today, just in case the price jumps tomorrow? What if it drops tomorrow instead? Do I feel lucky? Well, do I, punk?
Apparently Democrats accused Ahnold of slandering gays for calling California Democrats "girlie men". I find this ironic. As an evil Republican, the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear the phrase "girlie men" is Saturday Night Live, NOT homosexual males. As a matter of fact, it didn't even occur to me that it could refer to gay men until the whiney Democratic spokesperson brought it up. And even so, I still don't see it...John Kerry is a "girlie man", Gandalf is not. I personally know a couple of "girlie men" who are completely hetero, and a lot of gay men who are retrosexuals...
People who take offense over non-existant slights create the slight themselves.
Am I reading right? Did Kerry pick Edwards for his running mate? Well, now that there's someone cute on the slate, I'm definitely going to vote Democrat--not!
What the heck is yugioh? That's what my nephew wants for his birthday--yugioh cards. I googled it, but I'm still lost. What ever happened to pokemon cards? What about matchbox cars or lego? I know what they are...
What ever happened to Teddy Ruxpin?
Have I mentioned that Windows ME sucks? Discuss.
Have any of you heard of/tried Green Mountain Coffee? Is anybody addicted?
Have you stopped by Bad Example yet to welcome Harvey to his new home?
Is anyone going to demand a recount?
Do you think Bill's going to make his 100k mark without posting pictures of his
naked man boobs nipple ring cleavage?
Please format all essays using the APA style. Points will be deducted for spelling and grammar errors. No refunds without receipt.
Bloodspite pointed me to this indymedia headline. I wish I had the Emperor's command of invective to properly characterize the loathsome reptiles that agree with that headline's assessment. File this one under "What is wrong with people??"
b) debatable fact
According to Roxanne, the answer is "c," "both."
Just a thought ...You might try debating the facts instead of name-calling. If you think my opinion is wrong, why not try and convince me otherwise?When I emailed her saying
Roxanne, when you present some facts to debate, please let me know.her reply was
Now that I've had my coffee I realize my mistake--I fell into the liberal fallacy that facts are debatable. Facts are not debatable; only opinions and conclusions are debatable.
Oh, and if someone can point out where I called Roxanne names I'd be grateful. Thanks.
This is something I stumbled across that made me both outraged and appalled. Where do I start? Or do I just file under "What is wrong with people????" and hope whatever it is isn't contagious...
Ass. Man. left me a note (yes, we basically communicate via post-its because our shifts overlap only twice a week and so we only see each other in person on Fridays and Saturdays when we are too busy parrying crises to actually speak to each other) which said:
If X-Large Lids are still here, they sent us the wrong size. I did call Pepsi about the screwup. And another thing is I didn't recognize it is the cue tape. There's one at the beginning and at the end. I got the one at the end. DON'T MIND the English language! There's some $20's to get U some quarters!!
There's one preview on each film, the cue tape is after the preview. So, during the preview, stop it and scrap [sic] it. U will see it on the
patteplatter that's not a yellow splicing tape!
See U @ 6
Folks, the author of this missive is in college. That means he was graduated from High School despite the fact that he cannot compose a coherent sentence. After several readings I deduced that I had no clue what it was that he was trying to tell me. However, a little investigation revealed that although I had ordered small lids from Pepsi, and the invoice indicated small lids were delivered, what we in fact had received was extra-large lids, and Ass. Man. had contacted Pepsi about the mistake. However, because there were now TWO boxes of extra-large lids in my lobby, one box of which had a freshly dated invoice, I concluded that instead of taking the wrong lids and replacing them with the correct lids, Pepsi had just brought us an additional box of the wrong lids. Sigh.
I'm sure I've talked about cue tape before, and how it can turn on and off the lights and sound on the projector, and how it doesn't work on OUR projectors so we have to scrape it off. So it seems he missed some cue tape when he was making up a movie. Only, he forgot to mention which movie still had the cue tape....Sigh.
"Don't mind the English Language!" What could this cryptic instruction mean? I never did discover whether it had something to do with the fact that The Last Samurai had subtitles, or was an apology for his communication skills; maybe it was just a general axiom like "Don't take any wooden nickles," or "Don't mention the war," but it must've been pretty important, since he underlined it. Sigh.
..how many days 'til my next day off????
I'm a worrier. I don't know if it's a nature or nurture trait, but I think it's related to the fact that I have a lot of imagination. So when a blogger I read regularly is in the habit of posting five to ten times a day, and then posts nothing for four days without a see-you-later-I'm-going-to-Guam-for-Groundhog Day, I start to worry about him. And when he doesn't answer my emails I worry more.
Now, the odds are pretty good he's just out of town. But that doesn't reassure my imagination, which has conjured up a spectrum of explanations ranging from his having been hit by a bus to abducted by aliens for genetic experimentation...
So, if anyone knows the whereabouts of my friend Tiger, please let me know...
I don't get it--does somebody really think that I'm going to read an email with the subject "qodakd kxduek"?
because I just don't understand what Rush Limbaugh said that was "racist".
Dusty Baker's statement sounds a lot more racist to me, but he is
"excused" because: "But as a black manager, I can say things about blacks that a white manager can't say, and whites can say things about whites that blacks can't say."
Excuse me, but isn't that remark even worse than his white-people-can't-take-the-heat remark? Isn't racism denying someone a right or privledge or even an opportunity based on their "race"? So isn't it racist to say that it's only ok for blacks to criticize blacks and whites to criticize whites, but there's no criticism allowed across colors? Isn't that racism???
And if it's racism anytime a white person criticizes a black one, why isn't it racism when a black person criticizes a white one?
UPDATE: Okay, having read a few different blogs on this topic, I get it now. It's not that Rush made a racist statement, it's that some people don't like him anyway. Hmmm...there are quite a few people I dislike....wonder if I can persuade them to resign.....
Geez Louise, my weekend is half over and I haven't gotten anything done (except sending a little link-love to some of my friends). Why do work days seem to drag so, and days off fly by? Or is that an imponderable?
And as long as I'm complaining, how come so few people leave comments? Yes, I know, that sounds like Tiger, but it's a fair question, I think. I've been reading a lot of blogs today (and linking to many) and with a few exceptions it's almost like visiting an art exhibit in a ghost town...there's all this beautiful prose just hanging in the blogosphere, waiting to be admired, but the art gallery is deserted.
I think I'm mixing my metaphors. I must be tired. See what accomplishing nothing all day does for a person? Yep. Brain rot.
Anyway, some late night linky love...
James linked to me, even though I hadn't linked to him--now that's link love!
"Enjoying" isn't exactly the right word to describe my appreciation of Ted's countdown to 9/11, but this picture did bring a smile to my face (yes, I am a heartless member of the VRWC...you wanna make something of it?)
Tuning Spork eviscerates some media noodle-brain. I don't watch tv, so I have to take his word for it (though his description of the soup he had made me laugh out loud...)
Okay, that's tonight's linkage, folks....
Ooh!! I remembered what I wanted to say yesterday but forgot....
Doesn't "Pixy Misa and the Munuvians" sound like a jazz band?
Ok, today must be my day for findin' out stuff. I was skipping around my blog roll, and swung by Jamie's where he mentioned that he was listed on Blogshares but didn't know how he got there. Well I've heard people talking about how they sold some shares or bought back their own shares or whatever, but it didn't really interest me. Only, I've got nothing better to do than get a refill on my key lime sherbet, and that can wait a couple minutes, so I click on Jamie's link and look at his blogshare thingee. What the heck, I type my blog name in the search box, and low and behold: I am valued at 7115.37 and available to trade.
How did I get in on this game?
How is it played?
Is it worth my even being interested?
Is three bowls of key lime sherbet too much?
UPDATE: My Beloved Benefactor and Marvelous Mentor reminded me of Pixy's Discount Blogspot Exodus Program...so Victor, you have a third choice available to you....