| More mailing list snark |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|05:13 pm] |
So kalman_lang, you told me "even if you were the hottest tighest slut in mass i wouldnt fuck you.". I don't see that being an issue for a couple reasons.
1) I don't fuck people who can't tell the difference between spam and a work-related sig appended to a list-relevant email.
2) I don't fuck people who can't tell the difference between Connecticut, Western MA, and Central MA.
3) I don't fuck people argue with the list mods that they don't understand the rules the mods wrote.
4) I don't live in Massachusetts.
5) I'm a guy. |
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| Also, I Lost a Knitting Needle |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|03:57 pm] |
Today made me realize how annoying yesterday was. I hadn't realized that about yesterday while I was in the middle of yesterday. And while yesterday had some good bits, it also had some crud. Like my Global Business class, which, yesterday, was a lecture on culture. The problem was, it was a lecture on culture delivered by an idiot, working from a textbook composed of the most cogent copy that fifty or so monkeys could produce if they banged away at typewriters at random for five or six years.
Here is what this textbook (and my professor) had to say about the Sunni/Shi'a conflict:
There is one. You should know about it.
Also, my professor had some freakish idea about Voodoo (which I am undoubtedly spelling wrong and otherwise mangling) being a major cultural influence in New Orleans. I have some problems with the man.
Today, I realized that I misplaced the size 8 Harmony interchangeable I've been using. I have no idea where it is, and I've checked everywhere. I do not have a comparably sized wooden circular to use as a replacement. I can get replacements off the 'net, but not soon. I think, if I just don't knit for a week, there will be hell to pay. |
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| the dentist was not torture this time |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|03:27 pm] |
I went back to the dental hygienist after (mostly) faithfully following the more complicated oral care regimen* they recommended last time...which takes 15 minutes instead of 2, and is a hassle.
There was no bleeding or discomfort (unless you count the sound) with the cleaning--yay! I think that's a first--and she told me I had improved considerably. And the periodontist peeked in and said I'm not out of the woods yet, but keep it up and it'll keep improving.
More chatting with the hygienist reveals that occasionally they have amazing deals on getting whitening trays made, which would put it in my range...and that fluoride** treatment for a week beforehand helps with any tooth sensitivity for most people.
Good. My teeth are getting nasty yellowish from the tea and soda. Bleah.
* Essentially, flossing before brushing, then using the interdental brush, the pick-a-dent, and the gum massager.
** This word continues to confuse the spelling section of my brain, which keeps insisting that no, "o" always comes before "u." |
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| MTA: Judgement Ring |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|03:29 pm] |
L.A.S.T Live Action Story Telling
Hosted By Nick & Nikki
Welcome to a world like and unlike our own. A world full of magic and tragedy,
despite the powers that some have, the people still suffer and those who don't suffer are usually corrupt.
The magic of this world isn't known though, those things that live beyond the abilities of mortal man, hide beyond the sight of everyday people.
Mages are the most careful of this, for the very presence of mortals unravels their most powerful magic in moments, or causes such mystical chaos that the Mage could lose her life.
This is the game of Mage the Awakening, By White Wolf Publishing, but, in our own world of darkness Game will be held in the Cambridge Common just outside of Harvard Square accessible easily by bus and T, game will end at midnight. Please send Question, Concepts, and Characters to Kendernwj@gmail.com Yahoo Group: MTA Judgement Ring http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Judgement_Ring |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|11:37 am] |
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Pale white moon shine down on Colorado
hide my dirty secrets down here in the shadows
where the quaking aspens tremble in the snow
haul up the hillside hold me high and let me go
let me fall right through my own roof like a meteorite
let the world and all its wonders
leave me to my toys tonight
and my 96-inch
television screen
let me die
let me die
surrounded by machines
high winds knocked the power out last night
but i've got my own supply here
all my windows blaze with light
and the light spills through the windows
to the empty plain below
finds nothing but some trees
and three fresh feet of snow
and i find a broadcast station that's signed off for the night
and the static floods the speakers
in glorious black and white
on my 96-inch
television screen
let me die
let me die
surrounded by machines
(The Comedians is John Darnielle and John Vanderslice, a project they will probably never do anything else with. It's a concept album about organ farmers on the moon.) |
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| Random Shirt Nibbling |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|01:57 pm] |
I didn't have a book with me to read on the subway during my commute this morning. So to amuse myself, I turned to Jon and started nibbling on his shoulder, well, his shirt really.
Jon starts a little and gives me that 'woman are you eating my clothes/hair again?!' look, and says "Stop eating my shirt!" "But it's yummy," I explain in my defense. "No it's not!" he exclaims. "How would you know?" I ask. "Have you ever tried it?" He pauses for the briefest moment and says rather triumphantly (either suddenly recollecting or deciding to lie) "Yes, I have!!"
It was then that I looked up at him adoringly and just a tad bit smug.
"Well, if you can do it, so can I." |
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| Another Question for the Masses |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|01:59 pm] |
Do you have a paypal account? Can you *receive* money with it? If so, how big of a pain in the ass was it to set up? What did you need to do (bend *all* the way over, use *lots* of lube) to get it running -- your own website? Or can you go through Paypal's website? Was/is it worth it?
Tanks again, y'all. |
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| Deer |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|01:51 pm] |
I saw a deer in my yard this morning.
Also, last night I got my guitar. Ibanez GSA60, blue. And a Roland Cube 15X amp. I suck. But I noticeably improved over a few hours. Which probably means I don't suck. |
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| Death and Doom Plague of Deathy Death Pain Badness |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|01:30 pm] |
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I've had some sort of illness for most of the week, which has been getting progressively worse. At first, I thought it was just a reaction to the condition of my mouth, but by yesterday it seemed to be striking out on its own. Since Jen and I are planning to go to Maine tomorrow, I want to do all that I can to be healthy by then, so I canceled by lessons for today. I have spent most of the day so far in bed, some sleeping, some reading.
Last night was pretty miserable. My throat was so sore that nothing would make it feel better. Halls worked for as long as I was sucking on them, but then stopped. I finally took a shot of ginger brandy (nature's NyQuil) which numbed it for long enough for me to fall asleep.
I am feeling better than I was last night, but still not great, so I'm taking it easy today. I'm less hungry than usual, but I still want to eat something. I think I will drive to the farm stand up the street and get some fruit. That seems like good sick food.
I will be better for tomorrow! |
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| Gardening update |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|11:41 am] |
So, the roots on my bee balm were not strong enough to hold up against the storms. They were quite leggy and I don't think their root structure was ever extensive enough to deal with being 3 million feet tall. I have been cutting away at them for a while, hoping if I trim them back they'd fare better. Not after yesterday. Also, the onion bloom finally bent in the middle of its stalk, so I pulled it up. The bees had been having fun with it, so I left it alone until my hand was forced.
This one was taken 8 days ago. I didn't get a chance to get evidence this morning beyond how far the morning glory grew
( lots of pictures )
The question is: what should I put in where the bee balm lived? I have 3/4 of a planter!
Link to Garden Gallery. |
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| Others' Milestones |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|11:44 am] |
I was reminded by one of my friends that today is the birthday of Louise Brown, the world's first "test-tube" baby. Brown turns 30 years old today, and as has happened before, the news media has gone to interview her. And, as before, Brown always seems bemused by the attention but willing to step into the media spotlight for a few days until they let her go back to her private life.
Brown is a mother now, the child conceived naturally.
Today is also going down in history as the death of Randy Pausch, the author of the best-selling book The Last Lecture. When I first heard of Pausch and his story, I bought a copy of his book and I read it. Often, books of this sort leave me cold; for example, Mitch Albom's books on how we should live our lives meaningfully really don't do anything for me.
But Pausch's book is different. Maybe it's because the guy is leaving behind his three little kids, or maybe it's because the way he delivered his message resonated with me better. But for whatever reason, I found his book inspirational, and I recommend it highly. For those of you who haven't read it, the book is an expansion on his lecture about how to live out your childhood dreams. I think Pausch hit on a lot of things that we tend to forget about when just trying to live our lives day by day.
As a wise man once said, "The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between. But there is still time to seize that one last fragile moment. To choose something better, to make a difference, as you say. And I intend to do just that." |
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| Friday: Looking forward to the weekend . . . |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|11:04 am] |
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1, Welcome to  trimguy . Yep, it's Drix, so we have trim and Latin Lessons in equal quantity.
2. The meatloaf came out just fine. ;) Tonight's an all-local dinner of steak, potatoes and corn. I apparently need to buy corn in the dozens for my wife.
3. I did the first part of the Pennsic packing last night (after getting the dishes done). Kakuru "helped." I have a load of washing to do before I can move on with the packing. We're going to do some pre-packing stuff with the car this weekend. I do wish I could be there for tomorrow.
4. Speaking of the weekend, with all the event stuff and Alethea working a couple of Saturdays, we haven't really been able to have a "date day."
Tomorrow we will head to Nothampton, Mass., sho she can go fondle yarn at Webb's. Northampton/Amherst is a bit of a beer nexus, which three local brew pubs, two (or more) great beer bars, other breweries, and at lest one outstanding package store. There are also bookstores, and we will likely hit Trader Joe's the get Pennsic supplies, The really cool part is that Theresa and Mike are going to meet us there. Perhaps others might show up. We are getting to Webb's at noon.
5. Very important pimpage: A number of my friends -- "Hello, Team Venture!" -- and one of our computers are taking part in Blogathon beginning at 9 a.m. tomorrow. My frirend Shadesong sums it all up here: http://shadesong.livejournal.com/3605043.html There is a wide array of causes from which to choose.
6. I leave you with a quote from Hall of Famer Lou Brock, who played for the St. Louis Cardinals in the 1960s.
"Baseball is the background music of America."
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| Ahh, I love the smell of media spin in the morning |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|10:45 am] |
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It smells like bullshit.
I'm talking about the PS2 = conflict diamonds article going around as of late. The blame for the conflict behind a component that can be found in almost any small electronic device (including hearing aids and GPSes, not to mention cell phones and PCs) is being laid at the feet of a single console system. A console system that many gamers own but almost no one goes out to buy anymore since it's last gen, making the point of the article not prevention of conflict continuation through boycott but pure guilt-trip. Unless the Wii is too cute for genocide or something. . . more likely, picking on any other console could induce console corporate ad removal, while Sony wouldn't mind if the PS2 disappeared from the console market so maybe someone somewhere would buy a PS3. |
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| Blogathon Pimping... |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|10:31 am] |
For those of you who don't know ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shadesong is blogathonning this weekend for the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center. It is a good cause, and will most likely be some great writing so go ahead and check it out.
More information on her blog about it. Or you can see more at ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) blogathon_2008.
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| One More Day: One Artist's Say |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|09:42 am] |
In honor of the fact that I'm missing Comicon this weekend, I thought I would finally get around to posting a piece of art I've been meaning to post here for a while.
Folks may recall that in December of last year, Marvel ended the J. Michael Straczynski run on Amazing Spider-Man with a little story about Peter Parker trading away his marriage with Mary Jane to the devil in order to save his aunt's life. (That still sounds odd seventh months later.) A few weeks afterward, I commented on the story line with my post Spider-Man: One More Day, in which I expressed the disappointment that many of us felt over where the story had gone.
One of the folks who used to work in my local New England Comics is the artist Lindsay Small, who blogs about her work at Lindsay Small is small, and she too was disappointed at the One More Day story line. Being an artist, however, Lindsay was able to express her disappointment with a work of art.
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Why I Quit My Job - Art By Lindsay Small
Art copyright ©2007 by Lindsay Small. Do not duplicate. |
The sketch hung in our local New England Comics for a few weeks, but when I saw it, I knew I had to have it. I asked the other staff to find out how much she wanted for the art. She named a price, I agreed, and I bought the sketch.
Framed, the sketch now hangs in our hallway. For me the most amusing thing about buying this art is the medium: black ink on back of New England Comics subscriber's weekly list.
(Please note that the copyright notice next to the sketch is to be taken literally. Although I own the original, Lindsay owns the rights to reproduce the sketch, and although she gave me permission to post it here, it should not be copied anywhere else without her permission.) |
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| Two Totally Unrelated Questions... |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|09:30 am] |
...that have been running around my head:
1. Dear Rabbi LJ, can I wear a new tichel on Shabbat during the three weeks?
2. Dear Miss LJ Manners, is there any polite way to tell a total stranger on the subway that his fly is down? |
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| Greetings |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|09:03 am] |
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Happy birthday, lomedet!
I hope you have a wonderful day!! |
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| Drink recipe: The Slingshot |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|12:31 am] |
So that drink contest I mentioned? The late submission was OK, she's still actively looking for recipes. She was particularly looking for a drink that would be the namesake of the comic.
I sent her this (after a bit of, um...testing):
So you need a Slingshot?
I've got a recipe that may work.
It's strong and fruity.
It does not, however, taste like isopropyl alcohol and make the drinker gag and fall off her stool--if you want that effect, you can simply float some 151 rum on top. It may, however, go down surprisingly smoothly and quickly--it tastes mild, like sangria--and the fun is watching the drinker try to stand up immediately after downing a couple of these.
Or maybe I'm a weenie. It's possible.
The Slingshot:
Fill a deceptively dainty 8oz glass with ice, then add 1 oz peach brandy (the 70 proof stuff), 1/2 oz triple sec, a hearty splash of OJ (~1/2 oz), and 1 oz pomegranate juice (I used POM). Fill the rest of the way with red wine--I used that venerable classic of boxed wine, Franzia's chillable red.
Stir.
Add umbrella stuck in pineapple and cherry (with stem, for flirting opportunities) for that Scorpion Bowl feel if serving to a girly girl.
Add lemon slice to rim if serving to someone sour on life.
Apply liberally to a bad day until it fades and the floor becomes your new best friend.
Enjoy. |
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| Thursday evening: In a week I need to be packed . . . |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|09:09 pm] |
1. The dishes never did themselves, so I did them. The clothes did not put themselves away or into the laundry, so I am doing that. It's been great. I am listening to Toby Keith's Greatest Hits and getting a tone of work done despite "help" from the cats. I got more done tonight than I have all week. That will give me time to catch up on e-mail and make Pennsic plans.
2. So, Liam. What's in the meatloaf,?
Ground beef, from Hickory Grove Smokehouse, ketchup, minced garlic, a bay leaf, salt, pepper, rosemary, paprika, freshly chopped onion, diced smoked Mozzerella, chopped up garlic pickles, Stovetop Stuffing and a smidgen of beer.
3. I love the New York Times.
Only there would you read:
Published: July 24, 2008 AFTER the band was chosen and the napkins color-coordinated to match her shoes, Kacey Knauer, a bride-to-be, had another critical matter to address: her skin, and the skin of the nine women in her bridal party.
So Ms. Knauer, the 35-year-old owner of TempTrends, a staffing agency in Manhattan, invited her nearest and dearest — including her mother and future mother-in-law — for a night out at the TriBeCa MedSpa, replete with mimosas and cupcakes. An aesthetician assessed each woman’s face and devised a treatment plan — a quick chemical peel, say, or an injection of a wrinkle-filler. Or maybe, for a bridesmaid with age spots,a series of Fraxel laser treatments over months, allowing for recovery time. For Ms. Knauer, who will be married in December, cosmetic interventions for herself and her entourage are as vital as the centerpieces or food. “If I were 25 or 26 and getting married, a bracelet, necklace or matching earrings would be fine,” she said. But at 35? “Giving them a bracelet isn’t as special as spending an evening together. Plus, as you get older, everyone is more conscientious about their skin and appearance,” she said. “Giving them something for themselves — as opposed to something that they’ll never wear again — is more meaningful.”
So wrong.
4. I am trying to figure out if I am running the list table at the Over 40 Tournament. Yeah, typical of me to not know.
If anyone sees Don Nigel, let me know.
5. We can only wonder what Colin and Horace are thinking here?
Anyone want to take a shot at a caption?
(LOLGuards) ;)
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