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Nov. 6th, 2009
I keep telling myself that I need to be more proactive. I need to get involved and help accomplish those things that I need to accomplish. Yet, I can't seem to make myself sign up for a phone bank out of, what I know to be, shyness.
"What?" you say. "You, shy?" I know! It's crazy. But, I am in some really odd ways. This is one of them. I really don't like attention unless given on my own terms. While the phone calls would allow me to dictate the initial direction of the attention, showing up in an unkown place in front of unknown people would not.
Hopefully, eventually, I'll be able to conquer the stupidity of it all.
And, while this isn't the exact topic I was referring to above, it is related.
I need to find a way to become an advocate for those marked with the "sex offender" label. Not only have we lumped in every degree of offense into one deplored category, but we are treating them all unjustly by demanding registration and declaring certain living quarters off limits AFTER they have served their time, if any, for their particular sin.
It makes for easy legislation. After all, who is going to say no when offered tougher limitations on SEX OFFENDERS, giving an automatic check in the "elect me next time" box of those in office because they are seen to be doing something.
I certainly don't think that a twenty year old who slept with a 17 year old really should be in the same category as the individual that has been collecting bodies in his house in Cleveland.
And, perhaps, just perhaps, by including the minor (not minor) offenders we tend to water down what the label actually means, thus enabling the worst cases to be less scrutinized. After all, if you cry wolf even when you see a chihuahua, the townsfolk eventually quit rushing to your aid, yes?
Nov. 3rd, 2009
Congratulations, Disney. You managed to make a movie with one female character, and she dies within the first half hour.
Oct. 14th, 2009
You've heard of NaNoWriMo.
And then came NaDruWriNi.
Now, I propose NaDruKniNi.
I will schedule a night that we can get together with our most outrageous yarn and make a scarf while drinking it up!
Good times will ensue.
I promise.
Brought to you by the one sentence per line committee.
Oct. 1st, 2009
Please
Laugh
At
Underground
Graveyards
Egregiously
It's the Mnemonic Plague! Get it?
Sep. 30th, 2009
Blasphemy Day ...because your god is a joke.
Blasphemy laws are still being passed and enforced today, a concept that bewilders me. So commit atrocious acts of irreverence and blaspheme to your heart's content. Show people that, yes, it is perfectly fine to critique, criticize and otherwise question beliefs.
Sep. 23rd, 2009
Pick up your feet before I snatch those damn flip flops and beat you all over with them!
Current Music: scrape scrape scrape
Sep. 18th, 2009
Having consumed nothing but sugar all this week while at work, I was amazed to realize how healthily I had been eating (well, until now). This is how my diet used to be.
The last three years or so, it had changed to actual good food and stuff for breakfast and lunch. I'll probably get back to that, eventually.
People just have to stop giving me cookies.
And those rolos melted on pretzel things.
And brownies.
And cake.
Sep. 11th, 2009
http://www.ohio.com/news/58194702.html
In short, CFO of local state university gets pulled over for DUI two times in three years. Said institution grants him a ten month PAID leave. Let me repeat that with more emphasis. A ten month PAID leave. Hear that in the back? That was PAID. For ten months!
This is not about the perils of drunk driving.
This is not about convicting this guy before the court does.
I don't care if his BAC was above legal or not.
Someone, please, just tell me how putting him on administrative leave WITH PAY helps the university? So he can't drive to work for a while. Hire a driving service. That has to cost less than paying a replacement for ten months while this guy site at home eating bon bons in front of the TV.
But a ten month paid vacation for getting arrested?
So, how much did tuition increase this year?
And people let it happen. Because, somehow, we've managed to let ourselves be convinced that this is the norm.
Sep. 8th, 2009
CAM sprockets can be a total bitch to remove.
Bees are fuzzy and don't go well with beer.
Edited because I can't get an 18 word post right. :P
Sep. 3rd, 2009
I've had my motorcycle for 3 years. Every time I go by while you're outside, I wave at you.
Yes, I know your dog wants to eat my tires and tries her hardest to get to me.
Yes, I know it's a struggle to hold a dog back from getting to the selfish person that would ride a motorcycle knowing how much your dog wants to eat her tires, even when that dog weighs 1/10 your weight.
But, seriously, not once, in these three years, have you waved back.
Grumpy puss.
Sep. 2nd, 2009
With the CEO and the entire Board of Directors on-site today, I have really become aware of how strong my "issue with authority" is. I've always been aware of it. But, having a bunch of rich, arrogant white guys standing around being all self-important is enough to really drive it home.
I guess I should be glad in having my issue mostly manifest in florescent yellow hair and tattoos. I figure that's a bit more productive than telling them just how I feel and, therefore, being out of a job. :P
I just noted, today, after owning my car for almost two years, that one cannot open the passenger door with the key; the key fob must be used.
I guess it doesn't really come up all that often.
I want a fiat 500; not because of any special geek quality, I just think it looks cool. I'd actually have to look up fun facts about it to want it for the car itself.
Sep. 1st, 2009
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frogmaster, broman and I decided to go to MotoGP in Indianapolis at the very last minute last week.
Not all loud pipes are bad.
During qualifiers, we sat in the Northwest corner, which gave us a fabulous view of turns 10 through the front straight. Once the bikes cleared turn 16, all we could hear was the engines revving up and up and up. A fabulous harmony occurs when two bikes are just offset a slight bit.
That's a sound I could get used to.
What do you mean there are no Harley's?
Saturday night, we hooked up with some other Motorheads and hit downtown Indy to see all the sport bikes in the world on display. We ate a wonderful dinner at bippo da boppo (or something) and drank good beer. I need to drink more good beer and less bad tequila1.
There were a lot of bikes. There were a lot of SPORT bikes. It was refreshing to be at an event that had more rubber than chrome.
Motorhead-who-helped-me-change-my-sprockets got a good case of the reminiscents as he was seeing a lot of bikes from the 70's.
I get to ride, what?
I got to test ride a KTM CR8. OMG! My groin is still sore from trying to keep myself off the engine. I used muscles that I wouldn't ordinarily connect with motorcycling. It was hot. Literally! My feet were burning up from the engine heat. I want one! I want to do another track day so I can maybe not kill me on one!
I am not a fan girl
I swear I'm not. However, I'm afraid I squee just a little when I hear Rossi's voice.
Americans are rude
I realize you are excited that your boy just moved up to fourth place and is in jeopardy of winning his first podium spot of the season, but don't cheer and wave at Pedrosa when he wipes out. That's just rude. You may, however, cheer as he overtakes those at the read and still ends up in 10th place. That's fast riding.
Grrr. Work
It gets in the way and I lose my train of thought. I have no idea what I wanted to add.
1The tequila I drink is only bad because it gives me the hangover of doom in my belly. I don't like bad tequila. I like really, really good tequila. Too much. Way, way too much.
Aug. 26th, 2009
I over heard someone in the break room having a lively conversation with an assumed vendor over a banking error. It seems that the vendor took money out of her bank account that they were not entitled to, throwing her into the negative and causing overdraft fees to accrue. Not only was it going to take 3 days to release that money, they were refusing to cover the overdraft fees.
I've heard many stories similar to this one: a glitch causes a payment to come out of an account more than once and the companies claim no responsibility. It takes days to get the money back and the banks just shrug and put their hands out for the fees.
Why do people set up automatic withdrawals?
I would much rather have to write a check and mail it every month than I would allow some chump's code to take money at will.
Aug. 21st, 2009
Last night we were watching 2Fast 2Furious and decided that it most definitely had to be gay porn. I mean, after watching the two guys roll around in the dust (A few times!! I love recorded media!) who couldn't help but hear the background music change into the Boom Chicka Bow Bow we all know and love?
The oldest tadpole and I had a rather good time yelling comments to the TV while the two co-stars kept TOUCHING each other.
Best. Movie. Ever. Until the power went out and we lost our media drive. Bleah.
I guess I just didn't know that the main stream guy going movie crowd like it so much when two men were in such contact with each other. I guess it makes it ok if you call each other names the whole time. :)
Aug. 13th, 2009
Last night was the weekly Pot Luck ride for the Motorheads. This was only the second one this year. Heh.
It was a hard, fast ride, but I maintained the number 2 spot right up until the end.
I got lots of compliments on how well I handled my bike and how far I've come recently. It was hard to keep up with them on their liter bikes, but the Bitch can move when she needs to. J-sub-three was commenting about how he did keep up with me the one time we both kicked off from a stop sign at the same time. However, I was really cranking on the throttle while he was barely twisting. J-sub-one jumped in with "Yeah, she's only on a 600, though."
J-sub-one was complaining that, as he was trying to pass me, he was in the left lane and we were nearing the crest of a hill. He really needed me to move over and I wasn't moving over. I pointed out to him that he had plenty of room to move over directly behind me. *grin*
I explained to them all that it was an ego thing for me to remain in the front of the line. Being the only female, the youngest rider, the newest rider and on the smallest bike, I had to work pretty hard at it. They all nodded and understood completely.
It was a great night.
I can't wait to do it again next week!
Aug. 12th, 2009
It's a bit more difficult, now, to recognize when gloominess levels rise due to hormonal fluctuations. Not having the warnings of cramps and other irritable-ness that went away with the removal of my diseased uterus, I'm having to pay extra special attention and remind myself that, no, I'm not a weepy, good for nothing pile of worthless. I'm just hormonal.
I'm fluctuating between feeling like I'm back to my normal self and feeling too old to really keep doing the things I love. My hair is currently normal colors. I want my reds and oranges back. But then, I realize that I'm almost 40. Am I bordering on the ridiculous? Do I look like the aging hipster I saw in Oregon with her skirts and shawls and blue hair and wrinkles? Do I care? Sometimes, yes, I do.
During a conversation with a friend about my lack of desire for Things Kinkytm, I realized that sex and being sexy just isn't that big of a part of my life, right now. Currently, I'm ok with that. It was always such a huge factor in the decisions I made and my actions that it's almost a relief to not be dealing with that right now.
Parts of me want it back. I want to be the fun-loving do who and what I want when I want. I want the attention that I get from it. But, then, it's so much effort and energy. And I feel like the dirty old woman, anymore.
It seems we're the oldest no matter where we go. I guess it's time to change where we go, but, well, that means finding new places. How does one go about doing that?
I don't want to be relegated to the wife-swapping private clubs filled with middle-agers bored with their lives and looking for that pick-me-up that comes with having sex with someone else's spouse. I went to one, once and it struck me as sad, in a way. I'm still trying to figure out why.
I'm weepy and rambling and it's time to get back to work.
Aug. 11th, 2009
While taking the in-laws back to their home in the hills, we were schooled on how to drive in the very curvy roads of southern Ohio.
My brother-in-law says that to be able to drive through the curves as quickly as the hillbillies, one must drop at least one wheel off the road. The rim of said wheel then connects with the edge of the pavement, guiding the car, enabling them to maneuver the curves much faster while staying on the road. This is called "dragging the rim" or "ridge riding."
Fascinating.
Apparently, those who were in our lane while coming around the very blind, very tight corners drive by a total different set of guidelines.
Aug. 10th, 2009
frogmaster and I took our littlest tadpole to Ocean City, Maryland this last weekend so that she could see the ocean.
Oh my, does salt water make the boobies look good! I could barely keep them in my swim suit. I am suffering itchy sun burn for the lack of total success.
Damn, did we have fun, though. And, damn, were there some beautiful people there! :)
Aug. 6th, 2009
Never ever start a new project after 9:00. New Project Energy will keep you up and working long after your bedtime. Ok, I'll just finish this part. Well, I don't want to stop now or I'll forget where I was. It's 2:00 AM? OMG!
Sooo tired. But it's coming along very nicely! I should have the hat done before we reach frogmaster's sister's house. Then, I can start the booties while in the car on the way to Ocean City. I hope to get a lot accomplished during the 8 hour drive. :)
Baby projects go fast! Instant gratification. I like projects like this. My cousin's child will be rolling in the knit by the time it's born!
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