She is over in writing land for a month, trying to write a 50 000 word novel before the end of November.
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Comment Spam!
In the past couple days I've had 3 comments left on 3 of my blogs--generic statements like: "That's a good point," which don't quite apply to the postings themselves. When you click on the name, it brings you to a personality-less "blog" about insurance. There is some weird marketing schemes out there, I tell ya.
Jackets Are For This Lady
In Health News
Last night I was whining to myself: Why? Why is there Entropy? Why does everything require Maintenance?? (That is to say--why do I have to continually do dishes, and get phlebotomized, and get pap smears, and buy groceries, etc.) Why can't I just sit around at home and play?
But then I always feel stupid for whining when I have an easy job, a safe warm home, a nice little dishwasher, health insurance from my nice little husband's nice secure job, mostly free health care, lots of clothes, I can afford to keep cats, a huge library across the street, cheap buses, cheap education and therefore no debt, etc etc etc. And so the whining stops. (And then starts again when the alarm clock goes off.)
I went to the doctor today to get my birth control renewed--and lucky me, I didn't need a pap this year. Plus I got my flu shot. And this year, for the first time, they've got a nurse working at the clinic! So my appointment was on time! So really no excuses for whining! I also got a referral to a gynecologist, for when I'm ready to look into getting an IUD. Nobody will *fix* you when you're 35, so I'd like to be on two kinds of birth control. Every time I have a late-period-scare it takes ten years off my life. (Fernando's not an abortion kinda guy, so pregnancy is mucho scary, though at least school is done.)
Oh--and my cough finally disappeared this week. My doctor didn't notice anything when she listened to my lungs.
In Winter Coat News
I also made my last Big Ticket Purchase today. If you recall I went up to 4 days/week so I could afford a new printer, winter coat, work clothes, etc. (Now I have to start paying back my brother, and THEN I can save for San Fran. Possibly the SF trip... not very near future.)
I was at my little mall and remembered there's a Sports Experts, so I bought a NorthFace men's jacket. It was one of the only ones with a big faux-furry hood. All the men's jackets these days are stupidly-unfurry, as though Furry is For Ladies*. Like this:
But when I pulled up the hood on the furry one... oooooh. Like I told my coworkers, a hood is like having a bus shelter on your head. The coat has a ton of pockets, and since it's NorthFace it should last. It was $280, which (yip!) is cheap for NF, but it was the only one that fit and had what I wanted. Also, buying this coat makes me an athlete, according to the web site: "this is the jacket for the athlete who’s in tune with style and function."
And I got a $50 gift card with the purchase, so I can go back and buy mitts. (Not only did I lose two hats during my MA, but also two pairs of super-nuclear mittens!) I'm all about the mittens. Gloves are For Gentlemen.
Look at the description of these mitts: "Quilted soft chamude nose wipe on thumbs." Can you see me wiping my nose on my mittens, while standing at the bus stop? Apparently Kleenex is also For Ladies.
* Inside Joke Explanation: One winter one of Gilby's friends turned up at his house with no jacket on. Someone shamed him about it, and he replied: "Jackets are for ladies." Certainly one of the best come-backs of all time.
Last night I was whining to myself: Why? Why is there Entropy? Why does everything require Maintenance?? (That is to say--why do I have to continually do dishes, and get phlebotomized, and get pap smears, and buy groceries, etc.) Why can't I just sit around at home and play?
But then I always feel stupid for whining when I have an easy job, a safe warm home, a nice little dishwasher, health insurance from my nice little husband's nice secure job, mostly free health care, lots of clothes, I can afford to keep cats, a huge library across the street, cheap buses, cheap education and therefore no debt, etc etc etc. And so the whining stops. (And then starts again when the alarm clock goes off.)
I went to the doctor today to get my birth control renewed--and lucky me, I didn't need a pap this year. Plus I got my flu shot. And this year, for the first time, they've got a nurse working at the clinic! So my appointment was on time! So really no excuses for whining! I also got a referral to a gynecologist, for when I'm ready to look into getting an IUD. Nobody will *fix* you when you're 35, so I'd like to be on two kinds of birth control. Every time I have a late-period-scare it takes ten years off my life. (Fernando's not an abortion kinda guy, so pregnancy is mucho scary, though at least school is done.)
Oh--and my cough finally disappeared this week. My doctor didn't notice anything when she listened to my lungs.
In Winter Coat News
I also made my last Big Ticket Purchase today. If you recall I went up to 4 days/week so I could afford a new printer, winter coat, work clothes, etc. (Now I have to start paying back my brother, and THEN I can save for San Fran. Possibly the SF trip... not very near future.)
I was at my little mall and remembered there's a Sports Experts, so I bought a NorthFace men's jacket. It was one of the only ones with a big faux-furry hood. All the men's jackets these days are stupidly-unfurry, as though Furry is For Ladies*. Like this:
But when I pulled up the hood on the furry one... oooooh. Like I told my coworkers, a hood is like having a bus shelter on your head. The coat has a ton of pockets, and since it's NorthFace it should last. It was $280, which (yip!) is cheap for NF, but it was the only one that fit and had what I wanted. Also, buying this coat makes me an athlete, according to the web site: "this is the jacket for the athlete who’s in tune with style and function."
And I got a $50 gift card with the purchase, so I can go back and buy mitts. (Not only did I lose two hats during my MA, but also two pairs of super-nuclear mittens!) I'm all about the mittens. Gloves are For Gentlemen.
Look at the description of these mitts: "Quilted soft chamude nose wipe on thumbs." Can you see me wiping my nose on my mittens, while standing at the bus stop? Apparently Kleenex is also For Ladies.
* Inside Joke Explanation: One winter one of Gilby's friends turned up at his house with no jacket on. Someone shamed him about it, and he replied: "Jackets are for ladies." Certainly one of the best come-backs of all time.
How DO earthworms have sex?
My brother sent me a link to a series of very short films by/starring Isabella Rossellini. In each she stars as a creepy-crawley (a spider or dragonfly or worm...) and she explains how *she* has sex. They're so brilliantly done, insane but informative! They also remind me of the French kids books we get at work, about sex or potty training, because they're so much more matter-of-fact about body parts and poo-poo.The whole series is here: Green Porno.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Oscar Takes Charge
In light of my last post, I have decided to turn over all my email correspondence and blogs to Oscar the Human Resource Puppy, until November is over.
I first hired Oscar straight out of a bin at Maxi's, when I was having a bad day as a manager at my job (years ago.) Because you can sit him on the chair and tell him all your problems. And he wears his calm smile, and listens attentively, and pats you on the hand (if you move his paw for him.)
(Vidal once, infamously, banished him to a box in the elevator room when he first became my boss. He paid dearly for that.)
Fred said he looked a bit flaming with his frothy bow, so I named him after my hero Oscar Wilde. I hope you find him a satisfactory replacement.
I first hired Oscar straight out of a bin at Maxi's, when I was having a bad day as a manager at my job (years ago.) Because you can sit him on the chair and tell him all your problems. And he wears his calm smile, and listens attentively, and pats you on the hand (if you move his paw for him.)
(Vidal once, infamously, banished him to a box in the elevator room when he first became my boss. He paid dearly for that.)
Fred said he looked a bit flaming with his frothy bow, so I named him after my hero Oscar Wilde. I hope you find him a satisfactory replacement.
You all hate me! ...Bwahhhhhhhhh (sobs uncontrollably)
So I left up all the comments from The Epic Battle Between Captain America and Captain Canuck, and initially said I was not bothered by said E.B. taking place in my comments.
But on second thought, I've decided to be in a Towering Rage. A month or two ago I complained about all my political friends moving away. CLEARLY I was crying out for a political argument. And where my Supposed Friends there for me? Did they start a big assed argument in September or October?
No! They waited until November, when I'm supposed to be writing a novel in one month. I've been spending all my time composing emails to Captain America, and reading emails from Captain Canuck. Neither of whom I've heard from in months, and NOW she sends me emails about the history of civil rights and smug Canadians, and NOW he starts forwarding frothy email stories about Italian prime ministers? In NOVEMBER! Even my MOTHER commented, who never comments on my blog! What's wrong with you people!!
Nobody loves me. I go away and cries into my unwritten book.
sniffs... sniffs
But on second thought, I've decided to be in a Towering Rage. A month or two ago I complained about all my political friends moving away. CLEARLY I was crying out for a political argument. And where my Supposed Friends there for me? Did they start a big assed argument in September or October?
No! They waited until November, when I'm supposed to be writing a novel in one month. I've been spending all my time composing emails to Captain America, and reading emails from Captain Canuck. Neither of whom I've heard from in months, and NOW she sends me emails about the history of civil rights and smug Canadians, and NOW he starts forwarding frothy email stories about Italian prime ministers? In NOVEMBER! Even my MOTHER commented, who never comments on my blog! What's wrong with you people!!
Nobody loves me. I go away and cries into my unwritten book.
sniffs... sniffs
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
A shacky little home
After San Fran was leveled by the fire which followed the 1906 earthquake the city didn't know what to do with all the refugees living in tents. So they created little green shacks which tenants could pay money towards owning, and then cart away. Below is one of the squares full of shacks, and below that is a photo of a modern house made up of several shacks put together.
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