Apr 8, 2005
Apr 7, 2005
You probably think this song is about you
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm shamelessly vain sometimes. I'll 'splain.
I'm sure other people do this too, but I go back to different blogs I've posted comments to, just to see if anyone has responded to what I wrote. And I get all giddy and happy when they do. Because, you know. It's like, people actually like what you have to say.
So today, I go through my daily (okay, hourly?) ritual of going back to the different blogs I frequent (see list on the left), looking for a specific comment I wrote the other day about Tom DeLay getting strapped down into a chair, Michael Bolton, and feces. I thought it was pretty funny.
But I think the blogger erased it, because I can't find it anymore, and I know it posted last night without a hitch. And if you did, I really apologize if I offended your sensibilities; that wasn't my intention at all. But if it's some weird computer glitch, or me just being an asshat and not knowing how to navigate through your site, then whatever, all is good in the world.
I'm sure other people do this too, but I go back to different blogs I've posted comments to, just to see if anyone has responded to what I wrote. And I get all giddy and happy when they do. Because, you know. It's like, people actually like what you have to say.
So today, I go through my daily (okay, hourly?) ritual of going back to the different blogs I frequent (see list on the left), looking for a specific comment I wrote the other day about Tom DeLay getting strapped down into a chair, Michael Bolton, and feces. I thought it was pretty funny.
But I think the blogger erased it, because I can't find it anymore, and I know it posted last night without a hitch. And if you did, I really apologize if I offended your sensibilities; that wasn't my intention at all. But if it's some weird computer glitch, or me just being an asshat and not knowing how to navigate through your site, then whatever, all is good in the world.
Apr 6, 2005
Goodbye, Blog Explosion.
I thought I had come to the end of all my pop-up ad drama, and started to surf BE again today.
Whaddaya know. Pop-ups. On BLAST.
I've spent all my credits on banners. I'll just surf blog after blog and leave comments from here on out. Screw BE. It's not worth the hassle.
I think I've installed like, 24930 firewall programs, run 5o6042029 virus/adware/spybot scans.
This BETTER be it.
Please continue to come by my humble little blog. I'll make it worth your while.
Whaddaya know. Pop-ups. On BLAST.
I've spent all my credits on banners. I'll just surf blog after blog and leave comments from here on out. Screw BE. It's not worth the hassle.
I think I've installed like, 24930 firewall programs, run 5o6042029 virus/adware/spybot scans.
This BETTER be it.
Please continue to come by my humble little blog. I'll make it worth your while.
Why this world pisses me off sometimes
For those of you tryin’ to make a dollar outta fifteen cents, here’s a nice kick in the nuts: McDonalds Corporation announced that it has paid out bonuses (in the millions of dollars) to two past CEOs, now deceased. And yet, Joe Schmoe working the drive-thru window probably doesn’t even have health insurance.
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There is some speculation that Britney and Kevin are having marital problems. I know, I’m as shocked as you are. Apparently the two checked into separate hotel rooms at a Santa Monica hotel, and that they called an “emergency meeting” among members of her family. Britney contends she is upset that her little foo-foo dog, Bit Bit, got knocked up by Porkchop, Britney’s brother’s dog. Whatever. A: Get your dog spayed/neutered (whichever), B: Don’t try to front like your marriage to Federline isn’t full of drama, and C: This further proves that you're an idiot, thinking that the concept of "incest" applies to dogs, even though Bit Bit is a chihuahua and Porkchop is a bulldog.
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Torrid, the plus-size answer to Hot Topic, raked in almost $40 million in sales last year. It’s about time they had some decent clothes for bigger folks. But now people are saying that stores like Torrid “encourage obesity.” Bullshit. Stores like Torrid don’t encourage obesity; they’re filling a niche that desperately needs to be filled. I’ll admit I have some items from Torrid – I can’t walk around naked! – but I still manage to work out and eat healthy (sometimes). These stores are a response to the problem, not the cause. People need to recognize this and just let it go. Let the chunky kids have their clothes. It's more depressing - and one could argue, more of an encouragement for obesity - to walk into a mall and not be able to buy anything than walking into a mall and buying something that fits and - gasp - somewhat stylish, even.
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There is some speculation that Britney and Kevin are having marital problems. I know, I’m as shocked as you are. Apparently the two checked into separate hotel rooms at a Santa Monica hotel, and that they called an “emergency meeting” among members of her family. Britney contends she is upset that her little foo-foo dog, Bit Bit, got knocked up by Porkchop, Britney’s brother’s dog. Whatever. A: Get your dog spayed/neutered (whichever), B: Don’t try to front like your marriage to Federline isn’t full of drama, and C: This further proves that you're an idiot, thinking that the concept of "incest" applies to dogs, even though Bit Bit is a chihuahua and Porkchop is a bulldog.
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Torrid, the plus-size answer to Hot Topic, raked in almost $40 million in sales last year. It’s about time they had some decent clothes for bigger folks. But now people are saying that stores like Torrid “encourage obesity.” Bullshit. Stores like Torrid don’t encourage obesity; they’re filling a niche that desperately needs to be filled. I’ll admit I have some items from Torrid – I can’t walk around naked! – but I still manage to work out and eat healthy (sometimes). These stores are a response to the problem, not the cause. People need to recognize this and just let it go. Let the chunky kids have their clothes. It's more depressing - and one could argue, more of an encouragement for obesity - to walk into a mall and not be able to buy anything than walking into a mall and buying something that fits and - gasp - somewhat stylish, even.
Apr 5, 2005
Yes, I'm easily amused.
Check this out. You can get a satellite image of any location in the U.S. So I tried to find my house.
Pretty cool!
Pretty cool!
Apr 4, 2005
You forgot Poland ... again?
Man. I thought I was being all original with my blog title, but a few days ago, I came across this website. What a crazy coincidence.
I mean, I gotta give them a shout out, because obviously we're on the same wavelength. Check this out - it gave me a lil' chuckle.
What am I supposed to do now? Change my blog name? Is there some kind of blogger etiquette about this kinda stuff?
I mean, I gotta give them a shout out, because obviously we're on the same wavelength. Check this out - it gave me a lil' chuckle.
What am I supposed to do now? Change my blog name? Is there some kind of blogger etiquette about this kinda stuff?
AARGH.
So Friday afternoon, I'm surfing Blog Explosion, right?
All of a sudden, I'm bombarded with pop-up ad after pop-up ad after pop-up ad. I'm STILL trying to clean this crap off of my system. And this is stressing me out like you won't believe. I'm running McAfee, I'm running Ad-Aware, I'm running Spybot (although I haven't quite figured that one out yet).
And nothing. This is the third time I'm running Ad-Aware since Friday, and it's already recognized 353 "critical objects." It's pissing me off to no end. Ugh.
Meanwhile, I'm on Pope Watch. There's something about the pomp and circumstance and ritual surrounding the papal funeral that intrigues me. I mean, I was only six when this pope's successor passed, and I have no recollection of it. It's not every day a pope dies. I'm hoping the Church will take this opportunity to reform the Catholic church to be more ... realistic and flexible regarding How Things Are These Days (e.g., regarding sexuality, birth control, abortion, the role of women in church, priests' ability to marry). It would be cool if they voted in the cardinal from Nigeria to be the next pope. I'm hoping that the one cardinal who's real tight with Opus Dei doesn't get voted in, though. I mean, I've read The Da Vinci Code; I'm not trying to start flagellating myself any time soon.
In other news, I'm going to this Bay Area Blogger meet-up on the 13th in Berkeley with my friend Ang. I'm excited because it's an opportunity to meet new people. Not like any of them read my blog. "Poland, what? I didn't forget anything, sucka."
Anyway, I'll let you know what happens.
All of a sudden, I'm bombarded with pop-up ad after pop-up ad after pop-up ad. I'm STILL trying to clean this crap off of my system. And this is stressing me out like you won't believe. I'm running McAfee, I'm running Ad-Aware, I'm running Spybot (although I haven't quite figured that one out yet).
And nothing. This is the third time I'm running Ad-Aware since Friday, and it's already recognized 353 "critical objects." It's pissing me off to no end. Ugh.
Meanwhile, I'm on Pope Watch. There's something about the pomp and circumstance and ritual surrounding the papal funeral that intrigues me. I mean, I was only six when this pope's successor passed, and I have no recollection of it. It's not every day a pope dies. I'm hoping the Church will take this opportunity to reform the Catholic church to be more ... realistic and flexible regarding How Things Are These Days (e.g., regarding sexuality, birth control, abortion, the role of women in church, priests' ability to marry). It would be cool if they voted in the cardinal from Nigeria to be the next pope. I'm hoping that the one cardinal who's real tight with Opus Dei doesn't get voted in, though. I mean, I've read The Da Vinci Code; I'm not trying to start flagellating myself any time soon.
In other news, I'm going to this Bay Area Blogger meet-up on the 13th in Berkeley with my friend Ang. I'm excited because it's an opportunity to meet new people. Not like any of them read my blog. "Poland, what? I didn't forget anything, sucka."
Anyway, I'll let you know what happens.
Apr 1, 2005
Big Brother's Watching
The tradition of secrecy and personal censorship of this administration began soon after the 9/11 attacks. Then-White House Press Secretary Ari Fleisher said it best, after a response to a question asked about the president's reaction to a comment that Bill Maher made. Here's a bit of a press briefing dated Sept. 26.
Q: As Commander-In-Chief, what was the President's reaction to television's Bill Maher, in his announcement that members of our Armed Forces who deal with missiles are cowards, while the armed terrorists who killed 6,000 unarmed are not cowards, for which Maher was briefly moved off a Washington television station
MR. FLEISCHER: I have not discussed it with the President, one. I have --
Q: Surely, as a --
MR. FLEISCHER: I'm getting there.
Q Surely as Commander, he was enraged at that, wasn't he?
MR. FLEISCHER: I'm getting there, Les.
Q: Okay.
MR. FLEISCHER: I'm aware of the press reports about what he said. I have not seen the actual transcript of the show itself. But assuming the press reports are right, it's a terrible thing to say, and it unfortunate. And that's why -- there was an earlier question about has the President said anything to people in his own party -- they're reminders to all Americans that they need to watch what they say, watch what they do. This is not a time for remarks like that; there never is. (emphasis mine.)
I hope the real reason why Fleischer quit was because he was sick and tired of lying for this administration day in and day out.
By the way, did anyone catch the Air America documentary on HBO last night? It was somewhat inspiring. Let's discuss. Leave me a comment or twelve.
Q: As Commander-In-Chief, what was the President's reaction to television's Bill Maher, in his announcement that members of our Armed Forces who deal with missiles are cowards, while the armed terrorists who killed 6,000 unarmed are not cowards, for which Maher was briefly moved off a Washington television station
MR. FLEISCHER: I have not discussed it with the President, one. I have --
Q: Surely, as a --
MR. FLEISCHER: I'm getting there.
Q Surely as Commander, he was enraged at that, wasn't he?
MR. FLEISCHER: I'm getting there, Les.
Q: Okay.
MR. FLEISCHER: I'm aware of the press reports about what he said. I have not seen the actual transcript of the show itself. But assuming the press reports are right, it's a terrible thing to say, and it unfortunate. And that's why -- there was an earlier question about has the President said anything to people in his own party -- they're reminders to all Americans that they need to watch what they say, watch what they do. This is not a time for remarks like that; there never is. (emphasis mine.)
I hope the real reason why Fleischer quit was because he was sick and tired of lying for this administration day in and day out.
By the way, did anyone catch the Air America documentary on HBO last night? It was somewhat inspiring. Let's discuss. Leave me a comment or twelve.
Mar 31, 2005
Just one more, and then I swear, that's it.
Now I've seen everything:
A few feet away, a small group burst into hymns, singing the traditional song, "How Great Thou Art," as Richard Jacobson, of Corning, N.Y., accompanied them on a tarnished trumpet.
Jacobson, who has been playing religious and patriotic music outside the hospice for the past three days, said he didn't really believe that Terri was dead.
"I'm not believing the report of man," the bearded man said. "God will raise her from the dead, and all the world will see it."
I'm sorry, I must have missed the memo or something. Next thing you know, They will be pressing for sainthood.
May Terri Schiavo rest in peace and be free from the circus surrounding the last 15 years of her life. Enough already.
A few feet away, a small group burst into hymns, singing the traditional song, "How Great Thou Art," as Richard Jacobson, of Corning, N.Y., accompanied them on a tarnished trumpet.
Jacobson, who has been playing religious and patriotic music outside the hospice for the past three days, said he didn't really believe that Terri was dead.
"I'm not believing the report of man," the bearded man said. "God will raise her from the dead, and all the world will see it."
I'm sorry, I must have missed the memo or something. Next thing you know, They will be pressing for sainthood.
May Terri Schiavo rest in peace and be free from the circus surrounding the last 15 years of her life. Enough already.
Mar 30, 2005
House of D
Last night, I went to what’s known as a “word-of-mouth” screening to promote David Duchovny’s writing and directing debut, House of D.
House of D is short for “Women’s House of Detention,” a women’s prison smack dab in the middle of Greenwich Village, which becomes somewhat of a pivotal and mythical place for the movie’s main character.
It’s a story of a young boy and the bittersweet experiences that turn him into a man. It’s a story of how friendships change, how decisions we make affect our lives, and how the different paths we take affect those whom we love.
The movie stars a brilliant young actor named Anton Yelchin, who plays 13-year-old Tom Warshaw. (David Duchovny plays the adult Tom Warshaw.) Robin Williams, his daughter Zelda, Tea Leoni and – my favorite – Erykah Badu also have major roles in this film, but I have to say that Yelchin is the one to watch. He’s magnetic. His acting is honest and nowhere near the schmaltzy precociousness of typical "Hollywood" child actors. His complete internalizing of the Tom Warshaw character makes you forget that he was only 13 when they shot this movie.
After the movie, Duchovny spoke to the crowd, answering our various questions. Very cool. He’s pretty funny – he has that dry sense of humor that I love oh so much. Needless to say, I was very impressed with Duchovny’s first major motion picture. It's been a while since a movie allowed me to feel a wide spectrum of emotion like that. There were some parts of the movie that just resonated with me on a personal level. For me to give specifics just wouldn't even begin to do the movie justice.
Watch for it. It comes out in New York and Los Angeles in select theatres on April 15, and then in ten cities (SF being one of them), and then nationwide some time after that.
House of D is short for “Women’s House of Detention,” a women’s prison smack dab in the middle of Greenwich Village, which becomes somewhat of a pivotal and mythical place for the movie’s main character.
It’s a story of a young boy and the bittersweet experiences that turn him into a man. It’s a story of how friendships change, how decisions we make affect our lives, and how the different paths we take affect those whom we love.
The movie stars a brilliant young actor named Anton Yelchin, who plays 13-year-old Tom Warshaw. (David Duchovny plays the adult Tom Warshaw.) Robin Williams, his daughter Zelda, Tea Leoni and – my favorite – Erykah Badu also have major roles in this film, but I have to say that Yelchin is the one to watch. He’s magnetic. His acting is honest and nowhere near the schmaltzy precociousness of typical "Hollywood" child actors. His complete internalizing of the Tom Warshaw character makes you forget that he was only 13 when they shot this movie.
After the movie, Duchovny spoke to the crowd, answering our various questions. Very cool. He’s pretty funny – he has that dry sense of humor that I love oh so much. Needless to say, I was very impressed with Duchovny’s first major motion picture. It's been a while since a movie allowed me to feel a wide spectrum of emotion like that. There were some parts of the movie that just resonated with me on a personal level. For me to give specifics just wouldn't even begin to do the movie justice.
Watch for it. It comes out in New York and Los Angeles in select theatres on April 15, and then in ten cities (SF being one of them), and then nationwide some time after that.
Mar 29, 2005
I'm going to Hell for this one, I know it.
But I can't help it. It's funny as all hell. Check it out. Whoever thought of this is one twisted mafaka.
Thanks to Scaramouche for the link.
Thanks to Scaramouche for the link.
Oy vey.
I read a few things last week that got me thinking about politics in our country and how screwed up things have gotten since Bush took office. Mark Morford’s article, and Bill Moyer’s essay on political religion and its effects on the environment brought upon me this impending sense of doom, and I don't quite know what to do about it.
In a nutshell, the evangelicals believe in this idea of “The Rapture,” in which Israel will again occupy the rest of its biblical lands, unconverted Jews will burn, and the Messiah will return to earth. Supposedly the evangelicals – and those of their ilk – will be saved, and will be seated at the right hand of God. Now mind you, the plot of “The Rapture” per se doesn’t appear in the bible, but some believe that it is a hidden code in the Book of Revelation.
These are the same people that take a wholly literal approach to the bible. God forbid he/she made us in his/her own image, yet endowed us with brains incapable of interpreting allegory and metaphor. These are the same people that think that man truly has “dominion over ... every living thing that moves upon the earth.”
What keeps me up at night is the notion – nay, the reality – that these people have the current administration by the nut sack. It makes me nostalgic for the days when the GOP was all about Big Business.
Everything we’ve seen in the news lately has been motivated by these interests: The battle against gay marriage; the war in Iraq; impending drilling in the Alaska National Wildlife Refuge; the Schiavo drama; the FCC fight against Janet Jackson’s nipple.
Maybe it’s because of things going on in my personal life, but I’ve been thinking a lot about religion lately. For me, my religion is a very private thing, and I wouldn’t dream of pushing my beliefs on anyone else. However, that’s exactly what these people are doing. Everything they touch becomes perverted. Dirty. Twisted. And they use religion to further this hate-filled agenda of theirs into the very fiber of our government. I’m Catholic, and through all my years of catechism, I learned that God = Love. What god do these people believe in? I refuse to believe we’re talking about the same one.
And I don’t know what to do anymore. Things just look so bleak to me. And we have three more years with this guy. Will we, as a nation, survive The Bush Years, or will we go out in a blaze of unfettered, self-righteous, hate-filled glory?
In a nutshell, the evangelicals believe in this idea of “The Rapture,” in which Israel will again occupy the rest of its biblical lands, unconverted Jews will burn, and the Messiah will return to earth. Supposedly the evangelicals – and those of their ilk – will be saved, and will be seated at the right hand of God. Now mind you, the plot of “The Rapture” per se doesn’t appear in the bible, but some believe that it is a hidden code in the Book of Revelation.
These are the same people that take a wholly literal approach to the bible. God forbid he/she made us in his/her own image, yet endowed us with brains incapable of interpreting allegory and metaphor. These are the same people that think that man truly has “dominion over ... every living thing that moves upon the earth.”
What keeps me up at night is the notion – nay, the reality – that these people have the current administration by the nut sack. It makes me nostalgic for the days when the GOP was all about Big Business.
Everything we’ve seen in the news lately has been motivated by these interests: The battle against gay marriage; the war in Iraq; impending drilling in the Alaska National Wildlife Refuge; the Schiavo drama; the FCC fight against Janet Jackson’s nipple.
Maybe it’s because of things going on in my personal life, but I’ve been thinking a lot about religion lately. For me, my religion is a very private thing, and I wouldn’t dream of pushing my beliefs on anyone else. However, that’s exactly what these people are doing. Everything they touch becomes perverted. Dirty. Twisted. And they use religion to further this hate-filled agenda of theirs into the very fiber of our government. I’m Catholic, and through all my years of catechism, I learned that God = Love. What god do these people believe in? I refuse to believe we’re talking about the same one.
And I don’t know what to do anymore. Things just look so bleak to me. And we have three more years with this guy. Will we, as a nation, survive The Bush Years, or will we go out in a blaze of unfettered, self-righteous, hate-filled glory?
Mar 28, 2005
Got a felony? Have a reality show!
Lizzie Grubman – the founder and owner of New York-based Lizzie Grubman PR – has a new reality show. If you don’t know who she is, she’s the person that, in 2001, was accused of allegedly plowing into people at a Long Island nightclub with her SUV.
And now she has her own reality show. Now, I realize this might sound like sour grapes coming from me - ask me if I care - but I’ve pretty much become bitter toward the entire PR industry after the experiences I’ve had trying to land a job in it. And the fact that Grubman is now on the brink of what could be a hit TV show is just a kick in the nut.
The funny thing about American celebrity is that people can become famous for any reason. Talent isn’t necessarily required; people only need to be good looking and mediocre, at best, at whatever they do in order to get noticed. Need an example? Kato Kaelin minus the “good looking” part. Jennifer Love Hewitt. Paris Hilton.
I rest my case.
Grubman may be a decent publicist – she lists Tara Reid, Ja Rule and Jay-Z as some of her notable clients – but I’m not buying it. I predict that enrollment numbers in PR-focused degrees are going to surge upward among college-aged women. Especially on the East Coast. Thanks to Samantha Jones in “Sex and the City,” the perception that the PR industry is all glam and ritz and hob-nobbing with celebrities and going to VIP parties is going to be all the more glamorized. It’s not. It’s a pretty cutthroat business in which anything the client says, goes. You’re a salesperson, selling your client’s “story” to any media that will listen to what you have to say. You’re a slave to the whims of your client, regardless of whether or not that move is strategic or not. The client wants media clips, you get them media clips, even though you think they should focus more on getting their executives more industry exposure. Whatever the client wants, the client gets.
I’m not working in the PR industry, and I think I’ve finally come to a place where I’m happy that I’m not. I’ve seen the toll PR agency life has taken on my friends and fellow classmates. I’ve been treated poorly by PR agencies during my post-grad school job hunt. Will I watch “Power Girls”? Probably. I have no sympathy for Lizzie Grubman and her new fame, although there is a part of me that can’t help but admire the fact that she was able to pull off the greatest image makeovers I’ve seen in a while.
And now she has her own reality show. Now, I realize this might sound like sour grapes coming from me - ask me if I care - but I’ve pretty much become bitter toward the entire PR industry after the experiences I’ve had trying to land a job in it. And the fact that Grubman is now on the brink of what could be a hit TV show is just a kick in the nut.
The funny thing about American celebrity is that people can become famous for any reason. Talent isn’t necessarily required; people only need to be good looking and mediocre, at best, at whatever they do in order to get noticed. Need an example? Kato Kaelin minus the “good looking” part. Jennifer Love Hewitt. Paris Hilton.
I rest my case.
Grubman may be a decent publicist – she lists Tara Reid, Ja Rule and Jay-Z as some of her notable clients – but I’m not buying it. I predict that enrollment numbers in PR-focused degrees are going to surge upward among college-aged women. Especially on the East Coast. Thanks to Samantha Jones in “Sex and the City,” the perception that the PR industry is all glam and ritz and hob-nobbing with celebrities and going to VIP parties is going to be all the more glamorized. It’s not. It’s a pretty cutthroat business in which anything the client says, goes. You’re a salesperson, selling your client’s “story” to any media that will listen to what you have to say. You’re a slave to the whims of your client, regardless of whether or not that move is strategic or not. The client wants media clips, you get them media clips, even though you think they should focus more on getting their executives more industry exposure. Whatever the client wants, the client gets.
I’m not working in the PR industry, and I think I’ve finally come to a place where I’m happy that I’m not. I’ve seen the toll PR agency life has taken on my friends and fellow classmates. I’ve been treated poorly by PR agencies during my post-grad school job hunt. Will I watch “Power Girls”? Probably. I have no sympathy for Lizzie Grubman and her new fame, although there is a part of me that can’t help but admire the fact that she was able to pull off the greatest image makeovers I’ve seen in a while.
Mar 27, 2005
A message from Diva Bunny and me
Diva Bunny, on my behalf, would like to wish you a Happy Easter/Vernal Equinox/Persian New Year/whatever.
I, on the other hand, am trying to wake up (it's 11:23 a.m. on Sunday), as I had to go to the Salubong and Easter sunrise mass this morning. Going out to dinner with some friends in the East Bay tonight. Yum.
Mar 25, 2005
In the Red
Not to gross you out or anything, but I'm riding the cotton pony this week. And I hate it, because for the week and a half preceding this event, I develop these crazy, overly specific food cravings. This month was the worst, because I craved nothing but crunchy cheesy poofs.
Yes, this month I became Cartman. Like "Red Dragon," except without the harelip and the all the killing and stuff.
I don't think there was ever a time period before surfing the crimson wave that I ever actually craved anything healthy. Oh no. God forbid that happens. All the ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out. Here's a list of just some of the things I've craved over the last few months. And this is just stuff that I just had to have. And each month, it's always just one particular thing. And I have to have this thing at least once every day.
Yes, this month I became Cartman. Like "Red Dragon," except without the harelip and the all the killing and stuff.
I don't think there was ever a time period before surfing the crimson wave that I ever actually craved anything healthy. Oh no. God forbid that happens. All the ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out. Here's a list of just some of the things I've craved over the last few months. And this is just stuff that I just had to have. And each month, it's always just one particular thing. And I have to have this thing at least once every day.
- Hostess cupcakes (the orange ones)
- Crunchy fast food chicken sandwiches (I normally HATE these)
- Chocolate (typical, I know)
- Steak (medium rare, rib eye)
- Twix (caramel, never peanut butter)
- Pearl/Bubble/Boba tea (taro flavor)
- Peanut butter (Laura Scudder's reduced fat "natural style")
- Ice cream (Breyer's natural vanilla with real vanilla bean specks)
- Buffalo wings (mild, with extra bleu cheese dressing)
- Carnitas burritos from La Morena (with black beans)
- Oreos (regular, not double stuffed, dipped in black coffee)
- Salt & vinegar potato chips
Mar 24, 2005
/>Mar 23, 2005
Somebody hug me.
I don’t even know what else I can say to express how unhappy I am at this administration and its policies, and how deep a mess they’ve gotten this country into that – to quote a friend – even a high colonic couldn’t shake it free.
Dubya has a dirty little secret. Back in 1999, not-my-president signed what’s called the “Texas futile care law,” which says that doctors in Texas can overrule a family’s wishes to end a patient's life support if they deem any such treatment would be “futile.” However, as a compromise, doctors would have to give the family at least ten days notice before doing so to allow families to find alternative treatment facilities that will agree to continue the patient’s care. Last week, a six-month-old baby in Texas died when doctors removed his feeding tube against his mother’s wishes. Fourty newborn ICUs rejected requests by Wanda Hudson, the baby’s mother. Where was Congress in all of this? Where were the pro-lifers? Where were the MSM cameras?
Then there’s Cheney, who mocked Kerry during the election for suggesting that we take a more "strategic" and "sensitive" approach to the war in Iraq. Now, Cheney's flip-flopping: "If we are going to be successful long-term in the war on terror and in the broader objective of promoting freedom and democracy in that part of the world, we have to get the public diplomacy piece of it right," Cheney says. "Up until now, that has been a very weak part of our arsenal." Duh!
Seriously, I hate this administration because of the amount of anger they manage to arouse in me on a daily basis. Hold me.
Dubya has a dirty little secret. Back in 1999, not-my-president signed what’s called the “Texas futile care law,” which says that doctors in Texas can overrule a family’s wishes to end a patient's life support if they deem any such treatment would be “futile.” However, as a compromise, doctors would have to give the family at least ten days notice before doing so to allow families to find alternative treatment facilities that will agree to continue the patient’s care. Last week, a six-month-old baby in Texas died when doctors removed his feeding tube against his mother’s wishes. Fourty newborn ICUs rejected requests by Wanda Hudson, the baby’s mother. Where was Congress in all of this? Where were the pro-lifers? Where were the MSM cameras?
Then there’s Cheney, who mocked Kerry during the election for suggesting that we take a more "strategic" and "sensitive" approach to the war in Iraq. Now, Cheney's flip-flopping: "If we are going to be successful long-term in the war on terror and in the broader objective of promoting freedom and democracy in that part of the world, we have to get the public diplomacy piece of it right," Cheney says. "Up until now, that has been a very weak part of our arsenal." Duh!
Seriously, I hate this administration because of the amount of anger they manage to arouse in me on a daily basis. Hold me.
Mar 22, 2005
Waiting to Exhale
So Dad's surgery went very well yesterday, and the neuroradiologist was "very pleased" with how things turned out. He may be coming home tonight, if all goes well.
Thanks so much for the good thoughts. I really appreciate it.
By the way, I am a real twisted individual, because I've been entertaining thoughts lately of the "wouldn't it be cool if I could date Dad's neuroradiologist?" variety. I mean, think about it, the guy's like, a miracle worker, he's super intelligent, is local, and probably works so much that he doesn't even have a girlfriend yet.
But then again, he's Asian, and I can't get past the "we're probably related" thing. So there goes that idea. Let alone the whole ethics issue.
If the Terri Schiavo case has taught me anything it's this: Get an Advance Directive. In writing.
By the way, "schiavo" in Italian means "slave."
Hmmm....
Thanks so much for the good thoughts. I really appreciate it.
By the way, I am a real twisted individual, because I've been entertaining thoughts lately of the "wouldn't it be cool if I could date Dad's neuroradiologist?" variety. I mean, think about it, the guy's like, a miracle worker, he's super intelligent, is local, and probably works so much that he doesn't even have a girlfriend yet.
But then again, he's Asian, and I can't get past the "we're probably related" thing. So there goes that idea. Let alone the whole ethics issue.
If the Terri Schiavo case has taught me anything it's this: Get an Advance Directive. In writing.
By the way, "schiavo" in Italian means "slave."
Hmmm....
Mar 20, 2005
I don't like Mondays
Tomorrow is Dad's surgery. It's an elective surgery, non-emergency, but still. He's pretty nervous about it, as am I. I'm trying not to think about it. Things will go fine, I have a feeling. It's the uncertainty of things, and the anxiety beforehand that puts my acid reflux on blast mode.
Today's a lazy Sunday afternoon. I don't want to do anything but watch Food Network and eat my cheese and crackers. And that's just what I intend to do.
But I thought I'd stop by here first and say hi. Hope you're all doing well.
Today's a lazy Sunday afternoon. I don't want to do anything but watch Food Network and eat my cheese and crackers. And that's just what I intend to do.
But I thought I'd stop by here first and say hi. Hope you're all doing well.
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