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Thursday, September 28, 2006
Stop!!
Okay, my explaination is at the at of thefourth post I've written today.
So, after finishing this, I want you to go to Happy Friday Y'all and work your way to the top. Which is The Janey Edition.
Please don't do this out of order. Please?
No, I have no good reason not to the regular way....but please? With sugar on top?
:* That's me giving you a kiss.
See? I can be sweet!
Happy Friday y'all. I'll see you Monday. :)
Tag: random
So, after finishing this, I want you to go to Happy Friday Y'all and work your way to the top. Which is The Janey Edition.
Please don't do this out of order. Please?
No, I have no good reason not to the regular way....but please? With sugar on top?
:* That's me giving you a kiss.
See? I can be sweet!
Happy Friday y'all. I'll see you Monday. :)
Tag: random
Friday's Pictures: Not in Color
This is my little friend Charlotte. She's the best thing that's happened to my friends.And she loves running up to me and hugging me knees.
How could you not love that?
:)
This of course, is Gotham Tower.I'm joking.
Sort of.
This is the Cathedral of Learning. The University of Pittsburgh's symbol of learning.
Yeah me.
This appeals to me. It's my current journal. Could I have shown you that the journal is black with white strips? Could I have shown you that the pen is red and matches the backdrop?Yes.
Instead, I choose to do it in black and white.
Tag: pictures
Labels: pictures
The Janey Edition
The Janey Edition
What happened last
Ruby raced through the house very angry with himself.
How could I have let this happen? What's wrong with me? He didn't even considered Sophia's words. Not too far behind him was the girl herself. Though calling Sophia a girl was calling a dog a cat. Sophia had shaken herself out of her stupor and raced outside as well.
When she got outside, Janey was nowhere to be seen. Ruby stood at the edge of his lawn and was screaming Janey's name. His face showed only fear. Sophia immediately knew that Ruby was useless in this situation.
Oh, shit. Now what?
Sophia took a deep breathe and started to scan the area for their missing soul. She concentrated very hard and eliminated to the best of her ability everything else around her.
Where are you? You couldn't have gone far!
Janey was oblivious to Ruby's anguised shouts. She was two streets away and closer to the sparse hills that surrounded her neighborhood. She had been following what seemed to be a little boy on his bike. All she wanted to do was touch the boy - just to see if he was real.
The boy, on the other hand, felt Janey's prescence. He knew that she wasn't evil but he still felt very uncomfortable all the same. So, he peddled faster. Besides, he wanted to get home to watch the baseball game.
He pulled into his yard, ditched his bike, patted Emory, his dog and ran into the house. Right behind him was Janey, still entranced and still oblivious. Emory, sensing Janey but not seeing her, began to bark madly at her. When Emory still could not see Janey, Emory barred her teeth. Only when the dog did this, did Janey snap out of her reverieve. She gasped as the dog came close to biting her.
Oh, my god. What am I doing?
"Emory! Stop that barking! There's nothing out there!" the boy's mother yelled.
"Wait! I'm here!" Janey screamed causing Emory to bark louder and fiercer. Something was terribly wrong.
"Emory. You come right here. Honestly, you would think you were seeing ghosts!" the young mother said dragging the still barking dog inside.
"Ghosts?" Janey asked very surprised. "What do you mean, ghosts?"
"Exactly, what she means, Miss Janet Elizabeth Baker," a new voice said blandly beside her.
Janey screamed and whirled around. Standing almost serenely beside her was a tall pale man. Too pale and almost too tall. He had cat shaped amber eyes and dark almost purple lips. He was dressed in a white tuxedo and his hair was a shocking fire engine red. He held an elegant walking stick in one hand and had a fig in the other.
Janey immediately fainted.
Tag: fiction
What happened last
Ruby raced through the house very angry with himself.
How could I have let this happen? What's wrong with me? He didn't even considered Sophia's words. Not too far behind him was the girl herself. Though calling Sophia a girl was calling a dog a cat. Sophia had shaken herself out of her stupor and raced outside as well.
When she got outside, Janey was nowhere to be seen. Ruby stood at the edge of his lawn and was screaming Janey's name. His face showed only fear. Sophia immediately knew that Ruby was useless in this situation.
Oh, shit. Now what?
Sophia took a deep breathe and started to scan the area for their missing soul. She concentrated very hard and eliminated to the best of her ability everything else around her.
Where are you? You couldn't have gone far!
Janey was oblivious to Ruby's anguised shouts. She was two streets away and closer to the sparse hills that surrounded her neighborhood. She had been following what seemed to be a little boy on his bike. All she wanted to do was touch the boy - just to see if he was real.
The boy, on the other hand, felt Janey's prescence. He knew that she wasn't evil but he still felt very uncomfortable all the same. So, he peddled faster. Besides, he wanted to get home to watch the baseball game.
He pulled into his yard, ditched his bike, patted Emory, his dog and ran into the house. Right behind him was Janey, still entranced and still oblivious. Emory, sensing Janey but not seeing her, began to bark madly at her. When Emory still could not see Janey, Emory barred her teeth. Only when the dog did this, did Janey snap out of her reverieve. She gasped as the dog came close to biting her.
Oh, my god. What am I doing?
"Emory! Stop that barking! There's nothing out there!" the boy's mother yelled.
"Wait! I'm here!" Janey screamed causing Emory to bark louder and fiercer. Something was terribly wrong.
"Emory. You come right here. Honestly, you would think you were seeing ghosts!" the young mother said dragging the still barking dog inside.
"Ghosts?" Janey asked very surprised. "What do you mean, ghosts?"
"Exactly, what she means, Miss Janet Elizabeth Baker," a new voice said blandly beside her.
Janey screamed and whirled around. Standing almost serenely beside her was a tall pale man. Too pale and almost too tall. He had cat shaped amber eyes and dark almost purple lips. He was dressed in a white tuxedo and his hair was a shocking fire engine red. He held an elegant walking stick in one hand and had a fig in the other.
Janey immediately fainted.
Tag: fiction
Labels: fiction, Janey Edition, writing
Happy Early Friday Y'all
Since, I'm going to be in lovely Beaver County tomorrow - Ambridge to be exact! I won't be online and posting. So, what does that mean, PDubs? Exactly that. I'll be sparesly here and there for most of tomorrow.
Beaver County from 9:00 to about 3:30 pm. Drive Loki to a show in Edgewood, taking the rental car back to Oakland and dropping it off, catching a bus back to Squirrel Hill, getting my car and heading back out to Edgewood and then going to a coed bachelor/bachelorette party. Yes, illegalness and all.
*sigh*
So, what does this mean for you, my dear and Constant Reader? It means that I'm going to cram as much of my Friday posts as I can into this one. And that includes, the Friday's Feast, pictures and The Janey Edition. Yeah, three for the price of one.
Obviously, since I can't do Friday's Feast I will try to make up my own.
Ready?
Okay. Oh, and by the way, these questions come from Jami. Thanks, Jami!
Appetizer:
If you had an extra hand growing out of your body, where would you want it and why?
Just an extra hand? Because having the arm to go with it would be more useful.
Hmm...how about at my side? To help carry stuff? Yeah, that sounds useful to me. :)
Soup:
How much wood COULD a woodchuck chuck?
It depends on whether it is an African woodchuck or a European woodchuck. :)
Salad:
What does purple taste like?
Purple tastes like dark, but not too dark. It's not a deep royal purple or a lavender. It's somewhere in between. ;)
Main Course:
Name one song that people would be surprised you love.
How about New Kids on the Block? No? How about N'Sync? No? How about Tom Jones? Because you know, it's not unusal to be loved by anyone.
Side Entree:
Describe your toes.
They're cute and I suppose tiny. I don't paint my toenails. Currently, they are working off the tan that I had this entire summer. But I have had a lot of people call my toes cute.
Maybe they have a foot fetish. I don't know.
Side Entree #2
How many people is a crowd?
That, Constant Reader, depends on my mood. Sometimes two is a crowd and sometimes twenty is a crowd.
Side Entree #3
If it takes two to tango, how many is required for a congo line?
Three. Me, my husband's best friend and his daughter. Sometimes, it is the only way she'll go up the stairs.
It's also particularly funny if you say it: Congo Line of Evil! Congo Line of Evil! Okay, no one will get that reference. But once upon a time, my Loki was part of an Improv Comedy Troupe - the Susquehanna Hat Company. Congo Line of Evil is the tag line to a sketch.
Not funny? It is to me.;)
Dessert:
What's the farthest you've been from home?
I've been to the Philippines and I've been to Europe. I suppose the Philippines is further away.
Done? Gone on. Tags: memes
Beaver County from 9:00 to about 3:30 pm. Drive Loki to a show in Edgewood, taking the rental car back to Oakland and dropping it off, catching a bus back to Squirrel Hill, getting my car and heading back out to Edgewood and then going to a coed bachelor/bachelorette party. Yes, illegalness and all.
*sigh*
So, what does this mean for you, my dear and Constant Reader? It means that I'm going to cram as much of my Friday posts as I can into this one. And that includes, the Friday's Feast, pictures and The Janey Edition. Yeah, three for the price of one.
Obviously, since I can't do Friday's Feast I will try to make up my own.
Ready?
Okay. Oh, and by the way, these questions come from Jami. Thanks, Jami!
Appetizer:
If you had an extra hand growing out of your body, where would you want it and why?
Just an extra hand? Because having the arm to go with it would be more useful.
Hmm...how about at my side? To help carry stuff? Yeah, that sounds useful to me. :)
Soup:
How much wood COULD a woodchuck chuck?
It depends on whether it is an African woodchuck or a European woodchuck. :)
Salad:
What does purple taste like?
Purple tastes like dark, but not too dark. It's not a deep royal purple or a lavender. It's somewhere in between. ;)
Main Course:
Name one song that people would be surprised you love.
How about New Kids on the Block? No? How about N'Sync? No? How about Tom Jones? Because you know, it's not unusal to be loved by anyone.
Side Entree:
Describe your toes.
They're cute and I suppose tiny. I don't paint my toenails. Currently, they are working off the tan that I had this entire summer. But I have had a lot of people call my toes cute.
Maybe they have a foot fetish. I don't know.
Side Entree #2
How many people is a crowd?
That, Constant Reader, depends on my mood. Sometimes two is a crowd and sometimes twenty is a crowd.
Side Entree #3
If it takes two to tango, how many is required for a congo line?
Three. Me, my husband's best friend and his daughter. Sometimes, it is the only way she'll go up the stairs.
It's also particularly funny if you say it: Congo Line of Evil! Congo Line of Evil! Okay, no one will get that reference. But once upon a time, my Loki was part of an Improv Comedy Troupe - the Susquehanna Hat Company. Congo Line of Evil is the tag line to a sketch.
Not funny? It is to me.;)
Dessert:
What's the farthest you've been from home?
I've been to the Philippines and I've been to Europe. I suppose the Philippines is further away.
Done? Gone on. Tags: memes
I'm Lame
And here's why. ;)
Cinders organized a second cd exchange between herself and nine other bloggers, your's included. By the way, I made one for EDW as part of her birthday package and she loved it. I must assume that she's either touched in the head or she's being kind. ;)
I've recieved about three cd's so far and let me tell you, they blow my music away. And that's why I'm a lame ass. I didn't even include why I listed these songs on this disc. I just sent it off. See? Lame!
Do you want to know what's on the cd? Okay, but it's lame. At least to me. I can't speak for y'all. ;)
Three More Days - Ray LaMontagne
My current musical crush.
I love him. I want to have a tenth of his talent. Could someone please get that for me for my 30th birthday? Thanks.
I could go on about this song, but I'm afarid I'd get all hot and bothered.
Black Water - The Doobie Brothers
I just like this song. So, I included it.
Besides, it's just fun to belt out. :)
Ramblin' Man - The Allman Brothers Band
This is a great song to sing right before or right after a road trip! Try it and see.
Dirty Work - Steely Dan
I don't want to do your dirty work. I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself. Thank you.
Twisting - They Might Be Giants
A college friend introduced me to them. I love the anger behind this song.
Not, that I love anger, but I love what the ex-girlfriend does.
T'N'T - Andrew Bird
*sigh* My other musical crush.
Delicate - Damien Rice
Oh, man. This song gets me in the gut.
Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles
I still haven't gotten over my crush for them. I probably never will.
Beyond Belief - Elvis Costello
Glasses. Need I say more?
Galileo - The Indigo Girls
A high school song. I love singing this song at the top of my lungs as well. One day, someone I know will catch me and I'll get all embarrassed.
Radio Free Europe - R.E.M.
No, you can't belt this song. You can jump up and down and pretend you are dancing though.
Here Comes Your Man - The Pixies
My acoustic guitar is named Pixie. My college friends said this was my theme song. I don't know. :)
Some Day One Day - Queen
High school and Queen!
Love Shack - B-52's
Grade 9 - Barenaked Ladies
Aren't we all still geeky adolescents?
Sabatoage - The Beastie Boys
My husband's best friend dented this car from imitating the video.
*sigh*
I have that on film.
Narcolepsy - Ben Folds Five
I want a tenth of his piano playing talent as well.
Unwind - Brad Yoder
Bebot - Black Eyed Peas
When I first heard this song, it didn't occur to me that no one else could understand what they were saying. It was only a few day afterward that I realized that he was rapping in Tagalog. Whoo!
See? Lame!
Oh, well. :)
Tag: music
Cinders organized a second cd exchange between herself and nine other bloggers, your's included. By the way, I made one for EDW as part of her birthday package and she loved it. I must assume that she's either touched in the head or she's being kind. ;)
I've recieved about three cd's so far and let me tell you, they blow my music away. And that's why I'm a lame ass. I didn't even include why I listed these songs on this disc. I just sent it off. See? Lame!
Do you want to know what's on the cd? Okay, but it's lame. At least to me. I can't speak for y'all. ;)
Three More Days - Ray LaMontagne
My current musical crush.
I love him. I want to have a tenth of his talent. Could someone please get that for me for my 30th birthday? Thanks.
I could go on about this song, but I'm afarid I'd get all hot and bothered.
Black Water - The Doobie Brothers
I just like this song. So, I included it.
Besides, it's just fun to belt out. :)
Ramblin' Man - The Allman Brothers Band
This is a great song to sing right before or right after a road trip! Try it and see.
Dirty Work - Steely Dan
I don't want to do your dirty work. I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself. Thank you.
Twisting - They Might Be Giants
A college friend introduced me to them. I love the anger behind this song.
Not, that I love anger, but I love what the ex-girlfriend does.
T'N'T - Andrew Bird
*sigh* My other musical crush.
Delicate - Damien Rice
Oh, man. This song gets me in the gut.
Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles
I still haven't gotten over my crush for them. I probably never will.
Beyond Belief - Elvis Costello
Glasses. Need I say more?
Galileo - The Indigo Girls
A high school song. I love singing this song at the top of my lungs as well. One day, someone I know will catch me and I'll get all embarrassed.
Radio Free Europe - R.E.M.
No, you can't belt this song. You can jump up and down and pretend you are dancing though.
Here Comes Your Man - The Pixies
My acoustic guitar is named Pixie. My college friends said this was my theme song. I don't know. :)
Some Day One Day - Queen
High school and Queen!
Love Shack - B-52's
Grade 9 - Barenaked Ladies
Aren't we all still geeky adolescents?
Sabatoage - The Beastie Boys
My husband's best friend dented this car from imitating the video.
*sigh*
I have that on film.
Narcolepsy - Ben Folds Five
I want a tenth of his piano playing talent as well.
Unwind - Brad Yoder
Bebot - Black Eyed Peas
When I first heard this song, it didn't occur to me that no one else could understand what they were saying. It was only a few day afterward that I realized that he was rapping in Tagalog. Whoo!
See? Lame!
Oh, well. :)
Tag: music
Labels: music
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Medicines and Medicine Commerical Rant
Jami wrote a brilliant post about medicine a few weeks ago. And she did this while I was in the process of thinking about my own post regarding commercials and medicine.
So, she beat me to the punch. Damn.
Anyway, while we were at my parents house, Loki asked my mother, who is a physician, whether she approved of the increasing number of pharmaceutical advertisements in the media. I think her response took him by surprise:
"Honestly, I don't care," is what she said. It took me by surprise as well. I would have thought that the over abundance of these commercials would make my mother mad. But then she went on to say that if a doctor does not think the patient needs a medication then s/he will not prescribe it.
That's fine and good, but what about those people who go from physician to physician until they find that harassed, harried or unscrupulous doctor who will prescribe X drug to them?
And then there are these medicine commericials. They drive me up a wall. They target those unfortunate ones of us who are hypochondriacs. You don't need the newest and latest drugs out there. If what you take is enough for you, why take something new? Also, why advertise drugs for those rare cases of medical symptoms? Restless leg syndrome? What? Look, I understand that those of us who do suffer from these rare medical cases need these drugs.
And while I'm ranting, let me say I officially hate Nexium. I hate this little purple pill because they refuse to go generic. And guess who actually benefits greatly from it? And guess who's insurance doesn't cover Nexium?
If you answered Loki and Paperback Writer's insurance, give yourself a pat on the back! Whoo!
So, let me say this gently but firmly: f'k you Nexium. Oh, and f'k you medicine company commericals.
Tags: medicine, medicine commericals
So, she beat me to the punch. Damn.
Anyway, while we were at my parents house, Loki asked my mother, who is a physician, whether she approved of the increasing number of pharmaceutical advertisements in the media. I think her response took him by surprise:
"Honestly, I don't care," is what she said. It took me by surprise as well. I would have thought that the over abundance of these commercials would make my mother mad. But then she went on to say that if a doctor does not think the patient needs a medication then s/he will not prescribe it.
That's fine and good, but what about those people who go from physician to physician until they find that harassed, harried or unscrupulous doctor who will prescribe X drug to them?
And then there are these medicine commericials. They drive me up a wall. They target those unfortunate ones of us who are hypochondriacs. You don't need the newest and latest drugs out there. If what you take is enough for you, why take something new? Also, why advertise drugs for those rare cases of medical symptoms? Restless leg syndrome? What? Look, I understand that those of us who do suffer from these rare medical cases need these drugs.
And while I'm ranting, let me say I officially hate Nexium. I hate this little purple pill because they refuse to go generic. And guess who actually benefits greatly from it? And guess who's insurance doesn't cover Nexium?
If you answered Loki and Paperback Writer's insurance, give yourself a pat on the back! Whoo!
So, let me say this gently but firmly: f'k you Nexium. Oh, and f'k you medicine company commericals.
Tags: medicine, medicine commericals
Why I Hate Journey's Separate Ways
Seriously.
I disliked this song before I knew Loki's story associated with it. I find it stupid (don't ask me why, it just hit me wrong musically) and I didn't like the video for it. I never heard it at the height of it's popularity; 1983, was it? - I was seven and still listening to the country music station when I went to sleep at night and Loki was 15 or 16. So, there you go. He was at the age where meaning is attached to everything and I was just beginning to remember to put my pants on. :)
Anyway...
I think I detested it more when Loki told me his story behind this song. Go figure.
When he was a teenager, he was a volunteer for a local hospital (back when they were still called Candy Stripers. Oy vey. I typed out strippers first.) And that's when he met Michelle. A year or two older than him, but he was instantly smitten with her. He told me that she looked fondly on him...like a brother, which is the death blow to any hopes of a romantic relationship.
Loki was her shoulder to cry on when a relationship went bad with her latest boyfriend; her buddy when she was bored at the hospital; and her moral compass. The last time he saw her, he told me that she was strung out on something. It crushed him to see her like that. He still wonders from time to time if she is still alive.
Now, you know why I hate Journey's Separate Ways so much. No song should hurt my baby so much.
Tags: music, relationships
I disliked this song before I knew Loki's story associated with it. I find it stupid (don't ask me why, it just hit me wrong musically) and I didn't like the video for it. I never heard it at the height of it's popularity; 1983, was it? - I was seven and still listening to the country music station when I went to sleep at night and Loki was 15 or 16. So, there you go. He was at the age where meaning is attached to everything and I was just beginning to remember to put my pants on. :)
Anyway...
I think I detested it more when Loki told me his story behind this song. Go figure.
When he was a teenager, he was a volunteer for a local hospital (back when they were still called Candy Stripers. Oy vey. I typed out strippers first.) And that's when he met Michelle. A year or two older than him, but he was instantly smitten with her. He told me that she looked fondly on him...like a brother, which is the death blow to any hopes of a romantic relationship.
Loki was her shoulder to cry on when a relationship went bad with her latest boyfriend; her buddy when she was bored at the hospital; and her moral compass. The last time he saw her, he told me that she was strung out on something. It crushed him to see her like that. He still wonders from time to time if she is still alive.
Now, you know why I hate Journey's Separate Ways so much. No song should hurt my baby so much.
Tags: music, relationships
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Why I Love The Turtles' So Happy Together
I wrote this earlier and since I don't have a clue what time I'll be arriving at work tomorrow, hopefully, this will keep you occupied while I make my way there!
Damn appointments! :)
Because they are a comedic murder mystery troupe.
Anyway, in order to learn this song, Loki asked me sing it with him so he could remember the words and the schtick that goes along with it. He handed me the words and gave me a rundown of the blocking that went with it. We had fun hamming it up for an invisible crowd. :)
He did eventually learn the song, but in the process made me love the song. Every once in a while when it comes on he takes one verse and I take the other and we both start to dance to it. Not that the dance is every same dance twice. That's just not our style!
So, I don't care if it's used in commercials. Or if it gets overplayed every once in a while, I love it. And always will.
So, it has a great vibe and I can dance (badly) to it.
I give it a 10. :)
PS
Loki's performing at the Spaghetti Warehouse on Thursday night. I'll be there, but shhhh don't tell anyone! ;)
Tag: songs, music, relationships
Damn appointments! :)
- It's a great song to sing at the top of your lungs.
- Or bopping around like a complete and utter loon.
- Or both. :)
Because they are a comedic murder mystery troupe.
Anyway, in order to learn this song, Loki asked me sing it with him so he could remember the words and the schtick that goes along with it. He handed me the words and gave me a rundown of the blocking that went with it. We had fun hamming it up for an invisible crowd. :)
He did eventually learn the song, but in the process made me love the song. Every once in a while when it comes on he takes one verse and I take the other and we both start to dance to it. Not that the dance is every same dance twice. That's just not our style!
So, I don't care if it's used in commercials. Or if it gets overplayed every once in a while, I love it. And always will.
So, it has a great vibe and I can dance (badly) to it.
I give it a 10. :)
PS
Loki's performing at the Spaghetti Warehouse on Thursday night. I'll be there, but shhhh don't tell anyone! ;)
Tag: songs, music, relationships
WTF?!?!
Update:
Apparently, I am the only one who couldn't see my post. Thanks, Firefox. Oh, yeah. I said Firefox. It was you who had the migraine and not *gasp* Blogger or Internet Explorer!
Can anyone see my post?!?
ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Tags: random, technical difficulties
Apparently, I am the only one who couldn't see my post. Thanks, Firefox. Oh, yeah. I said Firefox. It was you who had the migraine and not *gasp* Blogger or Internet Explorer!
Can anyone see my post?!?
ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Tags: random, technical difficulties
A Portrait of the Writer as a Twelve Year Old
Trouble had a great post about when she was 12. She had a great picture posted along with it. It was just too cute.
Yes, I'm gushing.
Shut up.
Anyway, these two pictures are the closest pictures I can find to when I was 12 years old.
Yeah, I loved the hat, okay?
And so, I was a huge Debbie Gibson fan.
So, what of it?
Hmmm, I don't seem to have changed much. Smaller glasses, straighter hair (it'll still go curly if I let it), surly expression.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
My favorite song when I was 12, let me consult diary #4 of my vast collection...okay, it says that my favorite song was Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth.
No, big surprises there.
Who was I?
Again, let me consult the magic book of past destiny:
Okay, so let's recap, shall we?
I was moody. Check.
I had a crush on JB. Check. (Hey, I've even written about him before!)
And I wrote about boring, stupid and mundane things. Check.
So...um, not much has changed.
Okay, great. :)
Tag: adolescence
Yes, I'm gushing.
Shut up.
Anyway, these two pictures are the closest pictures I can find to when I was 12 years old.Yeah, I loved the hat, okay?
And so, I was a huge Debbie Gibson fan.
So, what of it?
Hmmm, I don't seem to have changed much. Smaller glasses, straighter hair (it'll still go curly if I let it), surly expression.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
My favorite song when I was 12, let me consult diary #4 of my vast collection...okay, it says that my favorite song was Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth.
No, big surprises there.Who was I?
Again, let me consult the magic book of past destiny:
December 4, 1989 - Monday
Well, today was an ups and downs day. At the beginning of school I was a little mad. Before lunch I wished the whole school would bug off. And by the end of school I was back at the beginning. Now I wish I could walk and just think.
I don't know what's with me but I wish it'd stop.
Something happened to BL's hair. It's not as blond as it used to be or as curly. It made him look ____ ugly. It used to make him cute but now...
In Spanish class CB told me he was fighting GE at seven eleven at 4:30. I know GE will back down.
At lunch today JB asked me if I had any gum. And while I was answering him, what does he do? He takes a drink out of my sprite! How disgusting! But you know what? He never did that before. And I couldn't help thinking if he likes me.
I'll write about myself later on. But not right now.
Okay, so let's recap, shall we?
I was moody. Check.
I had a crush on JB. Check. (Hey, I've even written about him before!)
And I wrote about boring, stupid and mundane things. Check.
So...um, not much has changed.
Okay, great. :)
Tag: adolescence
Labels: pictures
Monday, September 25, 2006
I Like Lists Too
Two Roads got this from a link of a link. :)
I told her that I liked it - though Blogger wouldn't let me (Thank, Blogger) and would probably use it.
10 Favorites:
Favorite Season: Autumn
Favorite Color: Red
Favorite Time: Right before falling asleep and spooning Loki.
Favorite Food: Steak and sushi
Favorite Drink: Sunkist, Arizona Green Tea, Lemonade, Water, Coke. But not all at
once. That's just gross.
Favorite Ice Cream: Butter Pecan and Strawberry Ice cream. Sometimes together. :)
Favorite Place: My imagination. Okay, okay, my computer room.
Favorite Sport: Steelers Football! Duh!
Favorite Male Actor: I don't really know. I mean I have crushes, but that doesn't
mean that I actually like to see them act.
Favorite Female Actor: Jodie Foster, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Natalie Portman
9 Currents:
Current Feeling: hungry
Current Drink: water
Current Time: lunch time!
Current Show on TV: I don't know. It's noon and I'm at work. Give me a break.
Current Mobile used: Cingular...something or other.
Current Windows Open: As in actual window or in Windows? I can't open my windows.
But on my desktop, my work email is open, Firefox, two work
folders, Media player, Word, Adobe Acrobat and Excel. How's
that for multitasking?
Current Underwear: Victoria Secret
Current Clothes: black pants, black socks, black shoes, green striped top, red
hoodie.
Current Thought: I think I'm going to get a bagel and some lox. MMMM....lox....
8 Firsts:
First Nickname: Anak mo - I don't think this really counts, but it's what my parents
referred to me as. Particularly, in context to something they did not
approve of. Anak mo means your child.
First Kiss: sloppy
First Crush: JM, Southern Accent, freckles and wonderful blue eyes.
First Best Friend: JA, I have no idea where she is now. She was four years older
than me.
First Vehicle I Owned: 1992, black jeep cherokee, named Baby.
First Job: student worker - parents would let me get a job. Though, I did volunteer a lot at my mom's hospital.
First Date: ???
First Pet: parakeets
7 Lasts:
Last Drink: water
Last Kiss: this morning before Loki left for work
Last Meal: grapes and hard boiled eggs
Last Web Site Visited: Pittsburgh Post Gazette
Last Movie Watched: The Royal Tennenbuams. I love this movie.
Last Phone Call: Payment Processing
Last TV Watched: Sunday Night Football
6 Have You Ever...
Have You Ever Broken the Law: no.
Have You Ever Been Drunk: yep
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Nope.
Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire: Sort of? In my very last apartment, I was exhausted from moving my stuff and laid down on the floor. At around 2 in the morning, I heard these sounds, which could have been gunfire or fireworks. But at six in the
morning, a Police Dectective knocked on my door and asked me if I had seen anything. I told him that I may have heard something, but didn't see anything.
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Nope.
Have You Ever Broken Anyone's Heart: Most likely.
5 Things:
Things You Can Hear Right Now: "Barfly" by Ray LaMontagne, and Pamela the Printer
squeaking.
Things On Your Bed: pillows, blankets, a heating pad and clean, unsorted and unironed
laundry.
Things You Ate Today: grapes, hard boiled eggs without the yolk
Things You Do When You Are Bored: Read
Things You Do For Comfort: cuddle Loki
4 Places You Have Been Today:
bathroom
kitchen
bus
work
3 Things On Your Desk Right Now:
keys
piles of papers
unsent mail
2 Choices:
Salt or Pepper: pepper - I'm salty enough as is.
Hot or Cold: hot - I'm so freaking cold!!!
1 Place You Want To Visit:
Rome, Italy.
Tag: meme
I told her that I liked it - though Blogger wouldn't let me (Thank, Blogger) and would probably use it.
10 Favorites:
Favorite Season: Autumn
Favorite Color: Red
Favorite Time: Right before falling asleep and spooning Loki.
Favorite Food: Steak and sushi
Favorite Drink: Sunkist, Arizona Green Tea, Lemonade, Water, Coke. But not all at
once. That's just gross.
Favorite Ice Cream: Butter Pecan and Strawberry Ice cream. Sometimes together. :)
Favorite Place: My imagination. Okay, okay, my computer room.
Favorite Sport: Steelers Football! Duh!
Favorite Male Actor: I don't really know. I mean I have crushes, but that doesn't
mean that I actually like to see them act.
Favorite Female Actor: Jodie Foster, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Natalie Portman
9 Currents:
Current Feeling: hungry
Current Drink: water
Current Time: lunch time!
Current Show on TV: I don't know. It's noon and I'm at work. Give me a break.
Current Mobile used: Cingular...something or other.
Current Windows Open: As in actual window or in Windows? I can't open my windows.
But on my desktop, my work email is open, Firefox, two work
folders, Media player, Word, Adobe Acrobat and Excel. How's
that for multitasking?
Current Underwear: Victoria Secret
Current Clothes: black pants, black socks, black shoes, green striped top, red
hoodie.
Current Thought: I think I'm going to get a bagel and some lox. MMMM....lox....
8 Firsts:
First Nickname: Anak mo - I don't think this really counts, but it's what my parents
referred to me as. Particularly, in context to something they did not
approve of. Anak mo means your child.
First Kiss: sloppy
First Crush: JM, Southern Accent, freckles and wonderful blue eyes.
First Best Friend: JA, I have no idea where she is now. She was four years older
than me.
First Vehicle I Owned: 1992, black jeep cherokee, named Baby.
First Job: student worker - parents would let me get a job. Though, I did volunteer a lot at my mom's hospital.
First Date: ???
First Pet: parakeets
7 Lasts:
Last Drink: water
Last Kiss: this morning before Loki left for work
Last Meal: grapes and hard boiled eggs
Last Web Site Visited: Pittsburgh Post Gazette
Last Movie Watched: The Royal Tennenbuams. I love this movie.
Last Phone Call: Payment Processing
Last TV Watched: Sunday Night Football
6 Have You Ever...
Have You Ever Broken the Law: no.
Have You Ever Been Drunk: yep
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Nope.
Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire: Sort of? In my very last apartment, I was exhausted from moving my stuff and laid down on the floor. At around 2 in the morning, I heard these sounds, which could have been gunfire or fireworks. But at six in the
morning, a Police Dectective knocked on my door and asked me if I had seen anything. I told him that I may have heard something, but didn't see anything.
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Nope.
Have You Ever Broken Anyone's Heart: Most likely.
5 Things:
Things You Can Hear Right Now: "Barfly" by Ray LaMontagne, and Pamela the Printer
squeaking.
Things On Your Bed: pillows, blankets, a heating pad and clean, unsorted and unironed
laundry.
Things You Ate Today: grapes, hard boiled eggs without the yolk
Things You Do When You Are Bored: Read
Things You Do For Comfort: cuddle Loki
4 Places You Have Been Today:
bathroom
kitchen
bus
work
3 Things On Your Desk Right Now:
keys
piles of papers
unsent mail
2 Choices:
Salt or Pepper: pepper - I'm salty enough as is.
Hot or Cold: hot - I'm so freaking cold!!!
1 Place You Want To Visit:
Rome, Italy.
Tag: meme
Out of Left Field
(I have another post down below. I might suggest reading that one, before this one. But hey, it's up to you.)
So, two things happened recently that came out of left field. One good, one bad. The bad is unbloggable and doesn't concern me - only in the fact that this person is my friend. So, in lieu of that, please send your good thoughts and good vibes to my friends who are having a very bad 2006.
It is desperately needed.
The bad (which really isn't so bad in retrospect) that I can talk about concerns my job promotion. Which seems to be stuck in the mud somewhere. The Powers that Be have decided to put me on hold for right now. The Inner Circle to The Powers that Be are trying desperately to get my possible promotion under way.
But either way, I'm okay with this. Yes, it is very much frustrating. And it would be lovely to have a larger paycheck, but...it's okay. It's not the end of the world to me.
The good that I can talk about is something that just struck me out of left field. I recieved a phone call yesterday from someone that I was very close to when I was a teenager. (No, don't go looking for old posts about this person. I've never written about them.) But it was a very good call. We talked for about 30 minutes, healed old wounds and reconnected.
It was pleasant and fun and I look forward to talking to this person again.
That being said, my faith in humanity has been restored after the severe beating down due to what is happening to my friends. Oh, and before you go worrying about my mental state, I'm fine. I just seem to be developing a headache. ;)
Tag: random, frienships
So, two things happened recently that came out of left field. One good, one bad. The bad is unbloggable and doesn't concern me - only in the fact that this person is my friend. So, in lieu of that, please send your good thoughts and good vibes to my friends who are having a very bad 2006.
It is desperately needed.
The bad (which really isn't so bad in retrospect) that I can talk about concerns my job promotion. Which seems to be stuck in the mud somewhere. The Powers that Be have decided to put me on hold for right now. The Inner Circle to The Powers that Be are trying desperately to get my possible promotion under way.
But either way, I'm okay with this. Yes, it is very much frustrating. And it would be lovely to have a larger paycheck, but...it's okay. It's not the end of the world to me.
The good that I can talk about is something that just struck me out of left field. I recieved a phone call yesterday from someone that I was very close to when I was a teenager. (No, don't go looking for old posts about this person. I've never written about them.) But it was a very good call. We talked for about 30 minutes, healed old wounds and reconnected.
It was pleasant and fun and I look forward to talking to this person again.
That being said, my faith in humanity has been restored after the severe beating down due to what is happening to my friends. Oh, and before you go worrying about my mental state, I'm fine. I just seem to be developing a headache. ;)
Tag: random, frienships
Labels: friendship
Happy Monday Morning
*please read that sarcastically*
My beloved Steelers lost. Again. I'm a little frustrated, but won't go into it here. You can read about it here.
I'm cold - which is par for course.
I'm hungry.
And I don't want to be at work.
So, yeah, typical Monday morning for me!
Anyway, I have been tooling around on Vox's website and the little creation I have there. Don't worry. I'm not jumping ship. I may like the number of layouts there and how easy it looks to customize your blog, but I don't like the fact that you have to use a bottom scroll bar to see all of a blog at once. Patrick said the same thing in his blog. It's pretty, but not worth it for me to jump ship. Besides, I worked hard on this template. I'm going to abandon it! Please remind me of this fact when I want to change layouts again. It's going to be a bitch to get the tabs right.
What else happened this weekend? Not too damn much. I did realize that to pass inspection, Eduardo needs about $500 worth of fix ups and I won't have the money to do so until this weekend! So, yes. I'm driving illegally. Please don't tell anyone. Seriously, breaking the law - no matter how tiny - makes my stomach churn.
Oh, we had Rosh Hashanah dinner at Loki's parents house yesterday. No, no news. I'm just saying.
Yes, I'm stretching for things to write about. Can you blame me? It is Monday morning after all.
Anyway, I've been reading Stephen King's The Stand for all of this weekend. I'm on page 350 of a 1200 page book. Not too bad for really having started it on Thursday night. Anyway, I'm so involved in this book that it's invaded my dreams. Last night, I dreamt of a plague that hit Pittsburgh and everyone who ever had any contact with me or Douglas Manor was fine. The survivors all came to my house and we set up a community there. And in usual dreamscape, my house was larger than it really is.
Oh, well.
In tandem to this dream, Loki's dream had us owning a bar and us being "all mobbed up." And in the last few seconds of the dream - before our cellphones rang to wake us up, we had the meanest, deadliest henchmen ever. Al Capone. Don't ask me who the others were, just know that Al Capone was one of them.
Dreams. Go figure.
Happy Monday, y'all.
Tags: random, dreams, Monday Mornings
My beloved Steelers lost. Again. I'm a little frustrated, but won't go into it here. You can read about it here.
I'm cold - which is par for course.
I'm hungry.
And I don't want to be at work.
So, yeah, typical Monday morning for me!
Anyway, I have been tooling around on Vox's website and the little creation I have there. Don't worry. I'm not jumping ship. I may like the number of layouts there and how easy it looks to customize your blog, but I don't like the fact that you have to use a bottom scroll bar to see all of a blog at once. Patrick said the same thing in his blog. It's pretty, but not worth it for me to jump ship. Besides, I worked hard on this template. I'm going to abandon it! Please remind me of this fact when I want to change layouts again. It's going to be a bitch to get the tabs right.
What else happened this weekend? Not too damn much. I did realize that to pass inspection, Eduardo needs about $500 worth of fix ups and I won't have the money to do so until this weekend! So, yes. I'm driving illegally. Please don't tell anyone. Seriously, breaking the law - no matter how tiny - makes my stomach churn.
Oh, we had Rosh Hashanah dinner at Loki's parents house yesterday. No, no news. I'm just saying.
Yes, I'm stretching for things to write about. Can you blame me? It is Monday morning after all.
Anyway, I've been reading Stephen King's The Stand for all of this weekend. I'm on page 350 of a 1200 page book. Not too bad for really having started it on Thursday night. Anyway, I'm so involved in this book that it's invaded my dreams. Last night, I dreamt of a plague that hit Pittsburgh and everyone who ever had any contact with me or Douglas Manor was fine. The survivors all came to my house and we set up a community there. And in usual dreamscape, my house was larger than it really is.
Oh, well.
In tandem to this dream, Loki's dream had us owning a bar and us being "all mobbed up." And in the last few seconds of the dream - before our cellphones rang to wake us up, we had the meanest, deadliest henchmen ever. Al Capone. Don't ask me who the others were, just know that Al Capone was one of them.
Dreams. Go figure.
Happy Monday, y'all.
Tags: random, dreams, Monday Mornings
Friday, September 22, 2006
Friday's Pictures
because you know, it's that time.
Oh, and one more thing: Happy Rosh Hashanah to all the Jews in the house. May your new year bring you love, peace and happiness. Oh, and please don't beat yourselves up too much. And don't hurt yourselves blowing the shofar. ;)
I just missed the bus when I decided to walk down to a further bus stop. I just decided to keep going when I missed the fifth bus in a row. Luckily, I had my camera on me.
I called this particular shot "Looking Down." For those of you in Pittsburgh, they sit atop the Carnegie Museum in Oakland.
I'm not quite sure if they have names - there are three other pairs and I like the way they look down on us little people of Oakland. I feel safe knowing that these Giants are watching out for our Creative Minds.
Or something like that.
Don't mind me, I'm just babbling. ;)
I have a packet of highlighters that my office person got for me and several other people at work.
I love them - not because they're highlighters, but because they are so colorful. And the possibilities are endless.
Yeah, I know. How cliched, PaperbackWriter! How cliched. There's an accent in there, but you know what I mean.
:)
I was experimenting with my digital camera when I noticed two things: one, I had a timer setting and two, I could take pictures in black and white.
Black and white!
Whoo!!
So, this is me, experimenting with a self portrait. I'm laying on my bed and unfortunately, I've cut the top of my head off.
But that's okay.
honestly? I could have sent in to Neil when he asked his readers for pictures of their beds. Don't ask. It seems he's lonely without his separated wife, Sophia.
Tag: pictures
Oh, and one more thing: Happy Rosh Hashanah to all the Jews in the house. May your new year bring you love, peace and happiness. Oh, and please don't beat yourselves up too much. And don't hurt yourselves blowing the shofar. ;)
I just missed the bus when I decided to walk down to a further bus stop. I just decided to keep going when I missed the fifth bus in a row. Luckily, I had my camera on me.I called this particular shot "Looking Down." For those of you in Pittsburgh, they sit atop the Carnegie Museum in Oakland.
I'm not quite sure if they have names - there are three other pairs and I like the way they look down on us little people of Oakland. I feel safe knowing that these Giants are watching out for our Creative Minds.
Or something like that.
Don't mind me, I'm just babbling. ;)
I have a packet of highlighters that my office person got for me and several other people at work.I love them - not because they're highlighters, but because they are so colorful. And the possibilities are endless.
Yeah, I know. How cliched, PaperbackWriter! How cliched. There's an accent in there, but you know what I mean.
:)
I was experimenting with my digital camera when I noticed two things: one, I had a timer setting and two, I could take pictures in black and white.Black and white!
Whoo!!
So, this is me, experimenting with a self portrait. I'm laying on my bed and unfortunately, I've cut the top of my head off.
But that's okay.
honestly? I could have sent in to Neil when he asked his readers for pictures of their beds. Don't ask. It seems he's lonely without his separated wife, Sophia.
Tag: pictures
Labels: pictures
The Janey Edition
Previously...
Ruby smiled at her and went inside his house, shutting the door. He went upstairs and knocked on Sophia's room. He waited a beat before opening the door.
"What?" he said almost knocking her down.
"Ruben, you know why I'm here," Sophia said placing her hands on her hips.
"No, tell me why you're here," Ruby said defiantly.
"You are one of the best agents that we have," Sophia said trying to keep her cool. "You just can't do this," she said.
"Do what?" Ruby asked genuinely curious.
"Do I really have to spell it out?"
"Yeah. I suppose you do."
"You can't fall in love with Janey," Sophia said starting to plead with him.
"Fall in love? With Janey?" His expression was priceless.
"Yeah, fall in love...with Janey," she said gently. Ruby was silent for a few minutes. "Ruby," Sophia said slowly, "Where's Janey?"
"Outside," he said.
"Outside?!?!? You left her OUTSIDE?!??! By herself??!?! What kind of numbskull are you?!??!" Sophia said screaming at him.
"Oh, my god," he said and went running out.
Sophia put her head in her hands. "If I wasn't already dead, this would have killed me," she said and went racing after him. This is disastrous, she thought.
Ruby smiled at her and went inside his house, shutting the door. He went upstairs and knocked on Sophia's room. He waited a beat before opening the door.
"What?" he said almost knocking her down.
"Ruben, you know why I'm here," Sophia said placing her hands on her hips.
"No, tell me why you're here," Ruby said defiantly.
"You are one of the best agents that we have," Sophia said trying to keep her cool. "You just can't do this," she said.
"Do what?" Ruby asked genuinely curious.
"Do I really have to spell it out?"
"Yeah. I suppose you do."
"You can't fall in love with Janey," Sophia said starting to plead with him.
"Fall in love? With Janey?" His expression was priceless.
"Yeah, fall in love...with Janey," she said gently. Ruby was silent for a few minutes. "Ruby," Sophia said slowly, "Where's Janey?"
"Outside," he said.
"Outside?!?!? You left her OUTSIDE?!??! By herself??!?! What kind of numbskull are you?!??!" Sophia said screaming at him.
"Oh, my god," he said and went running out.
Sophia put her head in her hands. "If I wasn't already dead, this would have killed me," she said and went racing after him. This is disastrous, she thought.
Labels: fiction, Janey Edition
Friday's Feast: 112
Feast One Hundred & Twelve
Appetizer
Measured in minutes or hours, how much exercise have you had in the last week?
Four to five hours. I love walking and doing Tae Bo. Lately, I've been very ambitious. When Loki gets up at 6:30, I get up and workout.
How long will that last?
And today, I walked home from work. I work in Oakland and live in Squirrel Hill. That took about an hour on my short stubby little legs. And I didn't cut through Schenley Park.
Okay, that wouldn't have shaved any time off my walk, but I'm just saying. I walked up Forbes Avenue to Murray. That's a long walk, people.
Long.
Soup
If you had to change your blog title to something else, what would it be?
I wrote about this earlier. But I might be tempted to name it either Theatre of my Mind or Brief Lives.
Brief Lives is the name of a Sandman arc and Theatre of my Mind was the name of a zine that I wanted to create. Hmmm, come to think of it, isn't a blog the 21st century version of a zine?
Wait, didn't someone already say this thought? Oh, well.
Salad
Name one television show you watched when you were 9-12 years old.
Great. You force me to consult the book of past destiny; otherwise known as Diary #4.
Hold on a second.
Age nine: Mr. Belvedere
Age ten: Head of the Class
Age eleven: My Two Dads
Age twelve: Saved by the Bell
Oh, yeah. Those were good times, people.
Good times.
Main Course
If someone gave you $50 to spend with the one condition that it had to be educational, what would you purchase?
Educational?
That's easy. I'd ask Loki what he needs for his class. Paper? Chalk? Paints? Whatever he needed to make his teaching life better.
Dessert
Do you tend to prefer dark colors, neutral shades, or lighter/pastel hues?
I prefer wearing dark colors.
But in every day life? I prefer the primary colors.
Tag: meme
Appetizer
Measured in minutes or hours, how much exercise have you had in the last week?
Four to five hours. I love walking and doing Tae Bo. Lately, I've been very ambitious. When Loki gets up at 6:30, I get up and workout.
How long will that last?
And today, I walked home from work. I work in Oakland and live in Squirrel Hill. That took about an hour on my short stubby little legs. And I didn't cut through Schenley Park.
Okay, that wouldn't have shaved any time off my walk, but I'm just saying. I walked up Forbes Avenue to Murray. That's a long walk, people.
Long.
Soup
If you had to change your blog title to something else, what would it be?
I wrote about this earlier. But I might be tempted to name it either Theatre of my Mind or Brief Lives.
Brief Lives is the name of a Sandman arc and Theatre of my Mind was the name of a zine that I wanted to create. Hmmm, come to think of it, isn't a blog the 21st century version of a zine?
Wait, didn't someone already say this thought? Oh, well.
Salad
Name one television show you watched when you were 9-12 years old.
Great. You force me to consult the book of past destiny; otherwise known as Diary #4.
Hold on a second.
Age nine: Mr. Belvedere
Age ten: Head of the Class
Age eleven: My Two Dads
Age twelve: Saved by the Bell
Oh, yeah. Those were good times, people.
Good times.
Main Course
If someone gave you $50 to spend with the one condition that it had to be educational, what would you purchase?
Educational?
That's easy. I'd ask Loki what he needs for his class. Paper? Chalk? Paints? Whatever he needed to make his teaching life better.
Dessert
Do you tend to prefer dark colors, neutral shades, or lighter/pastel hues?
I prefer wearing dark colors.
But in every day life? I prefer the primary colors.
Tag: meme
Labels: Friday's Feast, meme
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Does This Make Sense?
The CDC has announced an updated guidelines for testing for HIV in adults, adolescents and children.
There was a quiet uproar (quiet because there's really only so much that we can do) in my office regarding these guidelines along patient confidentiality, the rights of patients and what insurance companies may or may not do because of these new guidelines.
The CDC is recommending that health care centers and professionals test high risk patients for HIV/AIDS. What's high risk? Everyone and everything can be considered "high risk." Just because a person looks "normal" does not mean that you don't have to test them.
Oh, and another thing, there should be pre and post testing. I know, I know. What does this mean? It should mean that no matter what all people should be counseled about the test prior to actually taking it. And after taking it and getting your results patients should be counseled to remember about high risk factors. What does the CDC recommend?
Um, no. This does not make sense. Everyone should be counseled. No matter what race, age, color, creed, religion (or lack there of) or shoe size.
But that's just my humble opinion.
So, what are some of the things that the CDC got right? Well, that all pregnant women should be screened for HIV/AIDS.
That's all I could see.
Anyway, here's what I've previously written about HIV/AIDS:
On a Seemingly Invisible Disease
Quick Quiz
Tags: HIV/AIDS, CDC
There was a quiet uproar (quiet because there's really only so much that we can do) in my office regarding these guidelines along patient confidentiality, the rights of patients and what insurance companies may or may not do because of these new guidelines.
The CDC is recommending that health care centers and professionals test high risk patients for HIV/AIDS. What's high risk? Everyone and everything can be considered "high risk." Just because a person looks "normal" does not mean that you don't have to test them.
Oh, and another thing, there should be pre and post testing. I know, I know. What does this mean? It should mean that no matter what all people should be counseled about the test prior to actually taking it. And after taking it and getting your results patients should be counseled to remember about high risk factors. What does the CDC recommend?
Prevention counseling should not be required with HIV diagnostic testing or as part of HIV screening programs in health-care settings.(bold is mine)
Um, no. This does not make sense. Everyone should be counseled. No matter what race, age, color, creed, religion (or lack there of) or shoe size.
But that's just my humble opinion.
So, what are some of the things that the CDC got right? Well, that all pregnant women should be screened for HIV/AIDS.
That's all I could see.
Anyway, here's what I've previously written about HIV/AIDS:
On a Seemingly Invisible Disease
Quick Quiz
Tags: HIV/AIDS, CDC
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
The Janey Edition
Previously...
From her room, Sophia looked out onto the halfworld and pondered what Ruby had gotten himself into. She hated being here on this mission, but she had been sent by the powers that be - she hated that little nickname, despite the truthfulness of it - to steer Ruby back. Which meant taking Janey away to whatever awaited her.
Sophia leaned her head against the glass and sighed. She didn't remember life being this tough. Sophia frowned at herself. She was here for a reason, not to reminisce about what could have happened. But still Sophia could not help but be sad.
"So much potential wasted," she said and turned away. Pushing the thoughts away, Sophia squared her little shoulders and tapped on the window to get Ruby's attention.
Ruby looked up from the front lawn.
Damn, what does she want? He thought irritably. He turned to Janey who was mesmerized. "Janey," he said shaking her gently. "Janey," he said again. She turned her glowing brown eyes to him and smiled. Ruby felt his face get warm and despite himself smiled goofily back at her.
"What?" she said, still enthralled.
"I...um...I need to go back inside for a few minutes," he said stammering. "Could you please wait here until I get back?"
Janey nodded and smiled again.
to be continued...
Tag: fiction
From her room, Sophia looked out onto the halfworld and pondered what Ruby had gotten himself into. She hated being here on this mission, but she had been sent by the powers that be - she hated that little nickname, despite the truthfulness of it - to steer Ruby back. Which meant taking Janey away to whatever awaited her.
Sophia leaned her head against the glass and sighed. She didn't remember life being this tough. Sophia frowned at herself. She was here for a reason, not to reminisce about what could have happened. But still Sophia could not help but be sad.
"So much potential wasted," she said and turned away. Pushing the thoughts away, Sophia squared her little shoulders and tapped on the window to get Ruby's attention.
Ruby looked up from the front lawn.
Damn, what does she want? He thought irritably. He turned to Janey who was mesmerized. "Janey," he said shaking her gently. "Janey," he said again. She turned her glowing brown eyes to him and smiled. Ruby felt his face get warm and despite himself smiled goofily back at her.
"What?" she said, still enthralled.
"I...um...I need to go back inside for a few minutes," he said stammering. "Could you please wait here until I get back?"
Janey nodded and smiled again.
to be continued...
Tag: fiction
Labels: fiction, Janey Edition
On My Writing Muse
I'm almost finished reading Stephen King's "On Writing." Next up on my reading list will be "The Stand." Loki said to me that he was actually jealous that I was reading "The Stand" for the first time - in it's complete and unabridged version no less. Sorry, getting my tangent out of the way.
But in "On Writing," Stephen King says that his muse is a guy; a guy who lives in the basement and is crass, surly and a bit misanthropic. It got me thinking. What's my personification of the muse? It's certainly not the typical classical Greek muse; all girly, flowy and well, slightly giggly.
And my muse certainly isn't a guy.
I thought hard about it. I mean, what better muse would be for me to than to have a muse similar to Stephen King's? I've already decided that I'm channeling something akin to him. And I'm surly, a bit crass (you should hear me when I stub my toe) and I'm definitely misanthropic (I'm referring to his muse not the author. I don't know Stephen King).
But still the longer I thought about it the more I decided that my muse isn't a guy. So, what is it? It's not an animal, vegetable or mineral.
So, maybe, my muse is a diaphanous, misty, fog like thing. Sort of like the menacing fog you find in horror movies. Hey, I'm talking about my muse, not your's. If your muse happens to be a friendly, happy monkey, then more power to you. Mine just happens to be menacing, okay? Don't make me send my muse to beat up your muse. I'll do it!
Anyway, as I saying, while I was writing the two stories (as yet unseen by anyone) I felt like I was writing in a fog. And that if I didn't continue to write then "something" in the fog/muse would get me. So, I typed hard and I typed as fast as my little fingers could type. I've got the first draft down of both stories and I'm currently working on the second longer drafts.
Oh, sure. My foggy muse might have been my own projection from my subconscious but I think it's very interesting (or scary, whichever) that my muse would be something scary. I could go into an in-depth dissertation about what it means but I don't want to bore you.
Well, bore you any longer. ;)
Hey, would you look at that? It's suddenly gotten very foggy in here.
Tag: writing muses, writing
But in "On Writing," Stephen King says that his muse is a guy; a guy who lives in the basement and is crass, surly and a bit misanthropic. It got me thinking. What's my personification of the muse? It's certainly not the typical classical Greek muse; all girly, flowy and well, slightly giggly.
And my muse certainly isn't a guy.
I thought hard about it. I mean, what better muse would be for me to than to have a muse similar to Stephen King's? I've already decided that I'm channeling something akin to him. And I'm surly, a bit crass (you should hear me when I stub my toe) and I'm definitely misanthropic (I'm referring to his muse not the author. I don't know Stephen King).
But still the longer I thought about it the more I decided that my muse isn't a guy. So, what is it? It's not an animal, vegetable or mineral.
So, maybe, my muse is a diaphanous, misty, fog like thing. Sort of like the menacing fog you find in horror movies. Hey, I'm talking about my muse, not your's. If your muse happens to be a friendly, happy monkey, then more power to you. Mine just happens to be menacing, okay? Don't make me send my muse to beat up your muse. I'll do it!
Anyway, as I saying, while I was writing the two stories (as yet unseen by anyone) I felt like I was writing in a fog. And that if I didn't continue to write then "something" in the fog/muse would get me. So, I typed hard and I typed as fast as my little fingers could type. I've got the first draft down of both stories and I'm currently working on the second longer drafts.
Oh, sure. My foggy muse might have been my own projection from my subconscious but I think it's very interesting (or scary, whichever) that my muse would be something scary. I could go into an in-depth dissertation about what it means but I don't want to bore you.
Well, bore you any longer. ;)
Hey, would you look at that? It's suddenly gotten very foggy in here.
Tag: writing muses, writing
Labels: writing
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Oh...and One More Thing...
The bear comes over the mountain...
I love this picture. It makes me smile.
PS
My "real" post is below this one. Go on, I'll wait.
How I Met Mixi
She has no idea that I'm doing this. ;)
I've been tooling around with this post for a while. I had written it with the intention of writing about how I met the friends before they started blogging. And then I decided against it - too broad. So, I decided to start a series of posts about how I met certain people - prior to blogging, though on further reflection, I'm not sure why people would want to read something like this, but hell. I'm the author and I want to write it. So, there.
I'll start with Mixi, since I credit her with starting me on this whole blogging thing.
Mixi is one of my closest and dearest friends in the whole wide world. I thought she was very, very cool. What was she doing talking to a dork like me? But soon, we both learned that we thought the same thing. Funny, how that goes, isn't it?
I met her two months before I met Loki, which if you were paying attention was when I was 19 during my college freshman year. Mixi was the orientation roommate of Christopher's wife - M. (Yes, we're almost an incestous little group of people.) I was dealing with a horrible roommate situation and I was depressed. To cheer me up M and Mixi took me to something called Friday Nite Improvs, an audience particapatory improv comedy show. And there I saw Loki and his best friend, E perform. And I laughed my ass off.
My roommate siutation resolved - that's for another post - and an obsession was born. From that time on till about five years ago I went religiously. We would watch the X-Files, get ready and go to FNI. So, thanks to the efforts of Mixi and M I found a social cirlce that in many senses never left high school and I met Loki.
But I do not credit them for brining Loki and I together. That's for another post that I'm working on, I promise.
Through the years, she has heard me bitch about work, various friends, parents, Loki (Oh, yes. I bitched greatly about Loki) and just about life in general. In return, I offered the same listening ear and shoulder to cry on. I offered her advice, gave her clothes, let her be the giddy girly, girl that we both know that she is and let her be the tough girl (we're both tough - grrr).
I cried when she left for Alaska (and no, I didn't tell her that piece of information), but knew that she needed/wanted to leave. I listened to her when the MFA program (and people) got to be too much. Gently made fun of her when she told me about her zombie story and welcomed her back when she crashed at Douglas Manor for two week before my wedding.
She was the first person I told when Loki proposed to me - I had to hold the cell phone away from my ear because of her squealing. :) I naturally, made her my maid of honor.
Mixi is kind, sweet, intelligent and loving. She's also a damn fine writer (stop listening to yourself, Mixi and just write!) and one of the bestest and closest friends I have.
So, here's to you, Mixi.
Now, the rest of you, go read her blog before I reach through the computer screen and beat you senselessly. ;)
Tag: friendship
I've been tooling around with this post for a while. I had written it with the intention of writing about how I met the friends before they started blogging. And then I decided against it - too broad. So, I decided to start a series of posts about how I met certain people - prior to blogging, though on further reflection, I'm not sure why people would want to read something like this, but hell. I'm the author and I want to write it. So, there.
I'll start with Mixi, since I credit her with starting me on this whole blogging thing.
Mixi is one of my closest and dearest friends in the whole wide world. I thought she was very, very cool. What was she doing talking to a dork like me? But soon, we both learned that we thought the same thing. Funny, how that goes, isn't it?
I met her two months before I met Loki, which if you were paying attention was when I was 19 during my college freshman year. Mixi was the orientation roommate of Christopher's wife - M. (Yes, we're almost an incestous little group of people.) I was dealing with a horrible roommate situation and I was depressed. To cheer me up M and Mixi took me to something called Friday Nite Improvs, an audience particapatory improv comedy show. And there I saw Loki and his best friend, E perform. And I laughed my ass off.
My roommate siutation resolved - that's for another post - and an obsession was born. From that time on till about five years ago I went religiously. We would watch the X-Files, get ready and go to FNI. So, thanks to the efforts of Mixi and M I found a social cirlce that in many senses never left high school and I met Loki.
But I do not credit them for brining Loki and I together. That's for another post that I'm working on, I promise.
Through the years, she has heard me bitch about work, various friends, parents, Loki (Oh, yes. I bitched greatly about Loki) and just about life in general. In return, I offered the same listening ear and shoulder to cry on. I offered her advice, gave her clothes, let her be the giddy girly, girl that we both know that she is and let her be the tough girl (we're both tough - grrr).
I cried when she left for Alaska (and no, I didn't tell her that piece of information), but knew that she needed/wanted to leave. I listened to her when the MFA program (and people) got to be too much. Gently made fun of her when she told me about her zombie story and welcomed her back when she crashed at Douglas Manor for two week before my wedding.
She was the first person I told when Loki proposed to me - I had to hold the cell phone away from my ear because of her squealing. :) I naturally, made her my maid of honor.
Mixi is kind, sweet, intelligent and loving. She's also a damn fine writer (stop listening to yourself, Mixi and just write!) and one of the bestest and closest friends I have.
So, here's to you, Mixi.
Now, the rest of you, go read her blog before I reach through the computer screen and beat you senselessly. ;)
Tag: friendship
Monday, September 18, 2006
Um...Paperback Writer?
What are you doing laying on your back on the ground?
And what exactly are they doing?
Where exactly do they have that pointed?
And who is that looking at your husband?
Well, Dear and Constant Reader, here is where you will find the answer. (I'm taking pictures by the way. Those shots are the ones I took.) My overworked Loki will be starting the busy season once again. Anything marked as "Warehouse," I will probably be attending - either lurking backstage or with my in-laws.
Want to come? Let me know.
;)
Tags: Mysteries Most Wanted, photography
And what exactly are they doing?
Where exactly do they have that pointed?
And who is that looking at your husband?
Well, Dear and Constant Reader, here is where you will find the answer. (I'm taking pictures by the way. Those shots are the ones I took.) My overworked Loki will be starting the busy season once again. Anything marked as "Warehouse," I will probably be attending - either lurking backstage or with my in-laws.
Want to come? Let me know.
;)
Tags: Mysteries Most Wanted, photography
Labels: pictures
Monday Musings and Popularity
Did I tell you that I detest Mondays? I almost called off work today - still getting over a cold, but more so my lower back hurts. Don't ask me what I did this weekend. I couldn't tell you what I did to wrench it out of place - perhaps wedding the lawn might have done it. Perhaps picking up my friend's toddler constantly? Perhaps sleeping at a weird angle.
Like I said, I couldn't tell you.
However, what I can tell you that I'm awfully aware of my ram rod straight posture. It's like I'm playing the piano again.
Sorry, I thought I would get my tangent up front instead of in the middle of my post.
Anyway...
Something, I was pondering as I was catching up on my daily readings; am I the only one who tries to answer each and every comment that is written on a post? Am I being anal? Perhaps too friendly? Desperate for people to like me?
Just for the record, I'm never "too friendly." It's just not in my nature. I'm too suspicious of other people's motives.
So, I suppose I get to the crux of this post: Popularity.
I've been trying to write a post about popularity for sometime. The first attempt just broke down to me ranting about my parents and how I turned out. That was no good. The second attempt was better, but still went nowhere - and I was still ranting. So, this is the third attempt.
As you, my dear readers, know I was never the popular girl or beautiful girl or even the cute girl - despite what I think now. I was always the last thought of girl. The wallflower. The wall and I? Best friends.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize that it was not other who labeled me as such. It was me. Pure and simple. I thought if I didn't try the better off I'd be. No one would laugh at me or point fingers.
Oh, sure. I now know that this is no way to live a life. You go and tell that to an insecure 17 year old and see how far you get!
I'm still a little jealous of all those people who seem to make popularity so easy. Okay, I'm still a lot jealous. But I'm dealing and I seem to have a better support system for when I go off the chart crazy.
I thought long and hard about it. I mean I could write an incendiary post and get millions (okay, fine tens) of hits and have a ton of people reply to my post. I could actually start to draw in new readers and have them praise me up and down as being the hottest new writer/blogger around.
But, that's not what I really want, now is it?
I would cease to stop writing for myself - which is my primary reason for blogging - and I would start writing for the circular machine called popularity. I have noticed that I have written - though not published - posts that seem to trying to draw a certain type of reader in; instead of just writing what was on my mind.
So, why am I writing? No, I shouldn't ask that question. I write because the fire is in me and I need to write before I get burned alive.
The question I should be asking is why am I blogging? Am I doing this for myself or for others? Does it matter? The answer is, because I want to; a bit of both and no, it doesn't matter.
I'm sorry. It's just Monday and a slight bit of pain getting to me. So, don't get scared. This isn't my "I'm stopping blogging" post. This is just me pondering. That's all.
Now, go about the rest of your day please. I'll be fine staring into space. ;)
Tags: popularity, random
Like I said, I couldn't tell you.
However, what I can tell you that I'm awfully aware of my ram rod straight posture. It's like I'm playing the piano again.
Sorry, I thought I would get my tangent up front instead of in the middle of my post.
Anyway...
Something, I was pondering as I was catching up on my daily readings; am I the only one who tries to answer each and every comment that is written on a post? Am I being anal? Perhaps too friendly? Desperate for people to like me?
Just for the record, I'm never "too friendly." It's just not in my nature. I'm too suspicious of other people's motives.
So, I suppose I get to the crux of this post: Popularity.
I've been trying to write a post about popularity for sometime. The first attempt just broke down to me ranting about my parents and how I turned out. That was no good. The second attempt was better, but still went nowhere - and I was still ranting. So, this is the third attempt.
As you, my dear readers, know I was never the popular girl or beautiful girl or even the cute girl - despite what I think now. I was always the last thought of girl. The wallflower. The wall and I? Best friends.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize that it was not other who labeled me as such. It was me. Pure and simple. I thought if I didn't try the better off I'd be. No one would laugh at me or point fingers.
Oh, sure. I now know that this is no way to live a life. You go and tell that to an insecure 17 year old and see how far you get!
I'm still a little jealous of all those people who seem to make popularity so easy. Okay, I'm still a lot jealous. But I'm dealing and I seem to have a better support system for when I go off the chart crazy.
I thought long and hard about it. I mean I could write an incendiary post and get millions (okay, fine tens) of hits and have a ton of people reply to my post. I could actually start to draw in new readers and have them praise me up and down as being the hottest new writer/blogger around.
But, that's not what I really want, now is it?
I would cease to stop writing for myself - which is my primary reason for blogging - and I would start writing for the circular machine called popularity. I have noticed that I have written - though not published - posts that seem to trying to draw a certain type of reader in; instead of just writing what was on my mind.
So, why am I writing? No, I shouldn't ask that question. I write because the fire is in me and I need to write before I get burned alive.
The question I should be asking is why am I blogging? Am I doing this for myself or for others? Does it matter? The answer is, because I want to; a bit of both and no, it doesn't matter.
I'm sorry. It's just Monday and a slight bit of pain getting to me. So, don't get scared. This isn't my "I'm stopping blogging" post. This is just me pondering. That's all.
Now, go about the rest of your day please. I'll be fine staring into space. ;)
Tags: popularity, random
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Thanks!
When Insults Had Class
My coworker sent this to me the other day. That's it. Nothing spectacular. Keep on moving.
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."
-Winston Churchill
"A modest little person, with much to be modest about."
- Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great
pleasure."
- Clarence Darrow
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the
dictionary."
- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway) "
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"
- Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time
reading it."
- Moses Hadas
"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I
know."
- Abraham Lincoln
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
- Groucho Marx
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I
approved of it."
- Mark Twain
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends."
- Oscar Wilde
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play, bring a
friend...if you have one."
- George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is
one."
- Winston Churchill, in reply
Tags: quotes, random
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."
-Winston Churchill
"A modest little person, with much to be modest about."
- Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great
pleasure."
- Clarence Darrow
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the
dictionary."
- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway) "
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"
- Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time
reading it."
- Moses Hadas
"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I
know."
- Abraham Lincoln
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
- Groucho Marx
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I
approved of it."
- Mark Twain
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends."
- Oscar Wilde
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play, bring a
friend...if you have one."
- George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is
one."
- Winston Churchill, in reply
Tags: quotes, random
Friday, September 15, 2006
Friday's Pictures
When Loki and I visited my parents during Labor Day, I took my grandfather's camera. I'm sorry for the blurriness of it - I'll post another one down below. But this camera - so my dad tells me - is from the 40's. I'm not quite sure of this, but I believe it to be correct. My grandfather, Florencio, died in the mid-fifties.And yes, it still takes pictures. So, when I get through the roll of film that's in there, I'll scan them and show y'all the pictures.
I love this camera. I really do. It's a piece of workable history.
Thanks, Dad!
Okay, this isn't any better. It's dark!If you look closely, the picture behind the camera is Loki's senior picture.
He'll be the first to tell you, "when I had hair."
Silly Loki, don't you know you that I love you even without hair? :)
Okay, this one is better. It's still a little blurry. I tried to find the make of this camera, but I couldn't find it.Hey, all you photography buffs, could you help me out? What's the make of this precious little camera?
Okay, it's not little - it's quite hefty. But you get my drift!
Let me know!
There are two stories that I'm keeping under complete and utter wraps. Both are in their second drafts. I'm quite pleased with the both of them, but until I get them in a more workable shape, this is the only inkling you'll get of either one of them.Sorry, for being a tease!
Oh, if you were paying attention, I alluded to this story earlier when I was visiting my parents. This is the story I wrote on the semi-old typewriter. You can tell that the correction ribbon didn't work!
So, there you go. Friday's pictures. See you Monday!
Tag: pictures
Labels: pictures
On Chulant
Osquer asked me what chulant was. She wanted to know more about it. This is where an tiny evil little glint in my eye occurs.
*ahem*
Being the wife of a formerly observant Jew - this was in his childhood - we often get invited to Shabbos lunch. The times that I have gone with him, the family was wonderful and most of the food was equally so.
Note that I said most.
Before I further go on about chulant, I must say that Loki is my go to guy for all things Jewish. If I have a question, I ask him. If he does not know, he asks his father. And if he doesn't know he will ask his rabbi and so on and so forth. So, what I am imparting to you, dear reader, is through my little non-Jewish eyes. A shiksa if you recall. So, please, if you feel like I'm slamming you or your heritage, I'm not.
Honestly.
Anway...
For those of you not in the know, chulant (it's also spelled cholant) is a stew served on Shabbos. Shabbos, again for those of you not in the know is Saturday - the day of rest for Jews - loosely translated, no work should be done on this day. That includes cooking. So, the chulant is made the day before in a wonderful little crock pot.
It includes: beans, potatoes, meat, stew that's been cooked way too long, carrots, celery, onions and barley. Oh, sure. It sounds interesting...even good. But Loki and I both agree that although the ingredients sound good but the end product is not.
I'm sorry.
But when your end product is the consistency of thick gooey, brown paste...um...no. We've been to several wonderful Shabbos lunches where chulant was one of the dishes and I swear to you each and every time each of the wonderful hostess replies to our dismayed faces "But you haven't had my chulant!"
*sigh*
So, we eat a bowlful of chulant and wish we hadn't.
I swear to you, your mother's chulant does not appeal to my palate. Conversely, my mother's lumpia, adobo, sinigang, binagoongang baboy will not appeal to everyone's palate. Some of things she cooks doesn't appeal to my own palate!
So, please the next time we are over at your house for Shabbos lunch/dinner please smile sweetly at us and offer us your roasted chicken instead.
Tag: food
*ahem*
Being the wife of a formerly observant Jew - this was in his childhood - we often get invited to Shabbos lunch. The times that I have gone with him, the family was wonderful and most of the food was equally so.
Note that I said most.
Before I further go on about chulant, I must say that Loki is my go to guy for all things Jewish. If I have a question, I ask him. If he does not know, he asks his father. And if he doesn't know he will ask his rabbi and so on and so forth. So, what I am imparting to you, dear reader, is through my little non-Jewish eyes. A shiksa if you recall. So, please, if you feel like I'm slamming you or your heritage, I'm not.
Honestly.
Anway...
For those of you not in the know, chulant (it's also spelled cholant) is a stew served on Shabbos. Shabbos, again for those of you not in the know is Saturday - the day of rest for Jews - loosely translated, no work should be done on this day. That includes cooking. So, the chulant is made the day before in a wonderful little crock pot.
It includes: beans, potatoes, meat, stew that's been cooked way too long, carrots, celery, onions and barley. Oh, sure. It sounds interesting...even good. But Loki and I both agree that although the ingredients sound good but the end product is not.
I'm sorry.
But when your end product is the consistency of thick gooey, brown paste...um...no. We've been to several wonderful Shabbos lunches where chulant was one of the dishes and I swear to you each and every time each of the wonderful hostess replies to our dismayed faces "But you haven't had my chulant!"
*sigh*
So, we eat a bowlful of chulant and wish we hadn't.
I swear to you, your mother's chulant does not appeal to my palate. Conversely, my mother's lumpia, adobo, sinigang, binagoongang baboy will not appeal to everyone's palate. Some of things she cooks doesn't appeal to my own palate!
So, please the next time we are over at your house for Shabbos lunch/dinner please smile sweetly at us and offer us your roasted chicken instead.
Tag: food
The Janey Edition
Before I launch into this, can I just say that I'm a bit peeved at myself?
Why? Well, I seem to be cribbing from Stephen King. You know how I sometimes title my posts "On ____?" Yeah, that's totally from him and his book On Writing. So, yesterday, as I was riding the bus home I read that the original title for Misery was (what for it) "The Annie Wilkes Edition."
*sigh*
What happened last time.
Ruby chuckled. "It's fine if you want to go outside...but just not by yourself." He came into her room a little further. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue or did I infuriate you?"
"A little bit of both," she said still glaring at him.
He smiled again. "Well, come on," he said and motioned her out. "Some ground rules," he said as they neared the front door. "Five minutes is tops," he held up his hand, "let me finish Janey. Second, once you start to feel that disconnect we go back inside even if it's been less than five minutes. Third, if one of them starts to approach you, run. Got it?"
Janey only nodded.
Ruby stopped her and sighed. "I am sorry, Janey. I...I fear this will only get harder for you," he said and walked out the door.
Tag: fiction
Why? Well, I seem to be cribbing from Stephen King. You know how I sometimes title my posts "On ____?" Yeah, that's totally from him and his book On Writing. So, yesterday, as I was riding the bus home I read that the original title for Misery was (what for it) "The Annie Wilkes Edition."
*sigh*
What happened last time.
Ruby chuckled. "It's fine if you want to go outside...but just not by yourself." He came into her room a little further. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue or did I infuriate you?"
"A little bit of both," she said still glaring at him.
He smiled again. "Well, come on," he said and motioned her out. "Some ground rules," he said as they neared the front door. "Five minutes is tops," he held up his hand, "let me finish Janey. Second, once you start to feel that disconnect we go back inside even if it's been less than five minutes. Third, if one of them starts to approach you, run. Got it?"
Janey only nodded.
Ruby stopped her and sighed. "I am sorry, Janey. I...I fear this will only get harder for you," he said and walked out the door.
Tag: fiction
Labels: writing
Friday's Feast: 111
Friday's Feast
Appetizer
What was the very last song you listened to?
Ray LaMontagne's Barfly (Kiss me, before you go...)
Soup
What is one company/store/corporation you would recommend that people stay away from?
Walmart - it's evil. I mean, come on, how can you not give your employees anything? And don't talk to me about driving the mom and pop stores out of town.
Okay, let me tell it from the other side. Their prices are pretty damn cheap. For some families with very tight or limited budgets you can't beat them.
*sigh*
It's a Joseph Heller book, if I ever saw one.
Salad
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how much do you enjoy having your picture made?
Made? Or taken? Well, it seriously, depends on the situation or my mood. For instance, right now, I'm not feeling a hundred percent...I'll say I'm at 75% capacity. I may look cute, but I sure as hell don't feel cute. So, I wouldn't be jumping in front of someone's camera anytime soon.
I'm sorry. Most of the time, I'll usually answer "it depends on the situation." :)
Main Course
Besides a bookmark, what is something you've used to keep your place in a book?
A letter that I've recieved from someone - that hasn't happened in a while. A slip of paper, the first few pages of the story I'm writing...whatever is handy. Most of the time though, I stick the key card from the hotels I've stayed at in my book.
Dessert
Name a food that you like that most people don't.
Asparagus? Spinach? Beets?
Chulant? I'M JOKING PEOPLE! I've never had a good chulant. It's just...I don't know. Is it supposed to be that consistancy? Don't know what I'm talking about? That's okay. I didn't know what chulant is until I went to Shabbos lunch two years ago.
Tags: meme, Friday's Feast
Appetizer
What was the very last song you listened to?
Ray LaMontagne's Barfly (Kiss me, before you go...)
Soup
What is one company/store/corporation you would recommend that people stay away from?
Walmart - it's evil. I mean, come on, how can you not give your employees anything? And don't talk to me about driving the mom and pop stores out of town.
Okay, let me tell it from the other side. Their prices are pretty damn cheap. For some families with very tight or limited budgets you can't beat them.
*sigh*
It's a Joseph Heller book, if I ever saw one.
Salad
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how much do you enjoy having your picture made?
Made? Or taken? Well, it seriously, depends on the situation or my mood. For instance, right now, I'm not feeling a hundred percent...I'll say I'm at 75% capacity. I may look cute, but I sure as hell don't feel cute. So, I wouldn't be jumping in front of someone's camera anytime soon.
I'm sorry. Most of the time, I'll usually answer "it depends on the situation." :)
Main Course
Besides a bookmark, what is something you've used to keep your place in a book?
A letter that I've recieved from someone - that hasn't happened in a while. A slip of paper, the first few pages of the story I'm writing...whatever is handy. Most of the time though, I stick the key card from the hotels I've stayed at in my book.
Dessert
Name a food that you like that most people don't.
Asparagus? Spinach? Beets?
Chulant? I'M JOKING PEOPLE! I've never had a good chulant. It's just...I don't know. Is it supposed to be that consistancy? Don't know what I'm talking about? That's okay. I didn't know what chulant is until I went to Shabbos lunch two years ago.
Tags: meme, Friday's Feast
Labels: Friday's Feast, meme
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Out of Curiousity...
and because I'm apparently anal:
Do y'all find it hard to read the font for my posts? I wanted something more showy than just plain Arial or Times New Roman, but if it's going to be difficult to read, then I want to know!
Thank you!
Tag: random
Do y'all find it hard to read the font for my posts? I wanted something more showy than just plain Arial or Times New Roman, but if it's going to be difficult to read, then I want to know!
Thank you!
Tag: random
Thursday's Tidbits
Just because...
Mixi sent me this last night. It's a time sink. So, play at your caution!
I have a fixation with dead or dying languages. I find it fascinating that languages can die. Loki tells me that a great number of commonly used languages today will be exticnt in the future. Can you imagine English being a dead language?
On that same bent, I found this website that deals with various languages around the world.
On my quest to learn more about my heritage, I found this website. I've been researching and learning.
Mental_floss's blog had this post about *ahem* library porn. Truly. It will make the bibliophiles among us positively drool with lust. I know I did. And while I'm on this subject, might I say that our own Carnegie Library Main Branch isn't too shabby? Go forth and visit please!
I have a fascination (among many, many other fascinations) with the albums that influence people and other artists. So, while wasting time one day, I found this article about Andrew Bird's, my musical crush, albums that influenced him.
Coincidentally, what are your top ten albums that influenced you? I'll repeat this question later on, because I know damn well that not everyone reads this "cleaning out my gmail account" posts.
I love Wikihow. Such a variety of questions answered! I never went to a school with a dress code, but in case you were wondering, here's how to dress like an individual at a school with a dress code.
I'm hoping to see my mix tape about writers here one day.
I wrote about my first kiss, relatively recently. But this Mixi had to send me this post about Natalie Dee's first kiss. Damn, she's good.
Tags: random, web articles, minutiae
Mixi sent me this last night. It's a time sink. So, play at your caution!
I have a fixation with dead or dying languages. I find it fascinating that languages can die. Loki tells me that a great number of commonly used languages today will be exticnt in the future. Can you imagine English being a dead language?
On that same bent, I found this website that deals with various languages around the world.
On my quest to learn more about my heritage, I found this website. I've been researching and learning.
Mental_floss's blog had this post about *ahem* library porn. Truly. It will make the bibliophiles among us positively drool with lust. I know I did. And while I'm on this subject, might I say that our own Carnegie Library Main Branch isn't too shabby? Go forth and visit please!
I have a fascination (among many, many other fascinations) with the albums that influence people and other artists. So, while wasting time one day, I found this article about Andrew Bird's, my musical crush, albums that influenced him.
Coincidentally, what are your top ten albums that influenced you? I'll repeat this question later on, because I know damn well that not everyone reads this "cleaning out my gmail account" posts.
I love Wikihow. Such a variety of questions answered! I never went to a school with a dress code, but in case you were wondering, here's how to dress like an individual at a school with a dress code.
I'm hoping to see my mix tape about writers here one day.
I wrote about my first kiss, relatively recently. But this Mixi had to send me this post about Natalie Dee's first kiss. Damn, she's good.
Tags: random, web articles, minutiae
Labels: random
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Seduction by Words
Writing is seduction. Good talk is part of seduction.I toyed with the idea of just letting the picture and the quote speak for it self. But I can't leave a good thing alone.
Stephen King - On Writing
You may be able to walk the walk, but can you talk the talk? Can you back up your actions with well placed thoughts and words? Can you argue passionately about anything and convince me of your intentions? This is not a challenge for you dear reader, but an observation. Many people nowadays seem to think that the only way to express one's thoughts is to crush the opposing viewpoint. Simple debate and conversation have been replaced by righteousness and anger.
We have forgotten what it is to just have a conversation; an exchange of ideas; a meeting of the minds.
I don't really have anything profound to say; just that talking can lead to a great deal of things.
Tag: picture, writing
Labels: writing
I've Been Tagged! Again!
I'm feeling the love people.
Thanks cinders. And yes, I still love you even if you think you're not that pretty.
Cinders tagged to divulge eight secrets. I think this one may be a hard one because I think I've pretty divulged almost everything I can divulge. So, if I repeat myself, I'm sorry.
1. I lost my virginity at 22 years old. I later married him.
2. Like Cinders, I can count the number of boyfriends I've had on one hand. Alpha, Stalker-Boy, Guitar-Boy and Loki.
3. I recieved my first kiss from Alpha. A very sloppy first kiss. When he used tongue, I think I was replused...for two seconds.
4. I've never really had a "type" that I liked. (Until I realized, that I like glasses on guys.) The only thing that remotely strings these four together is their sense of humor and their ability to make me laugh.
5. I've brought three girls to Condomnation for their first vibrator. Most of the time, we were the only girls in the store and that was a little uncomfortable.
6. I love driving. When I first came to Pittsburgh with my car, I would deliberately lose my way and force my way back to my apartment. I can tell you how to get to point a to point b in Pittsburgh. I once got myself lost in the Hill District at 3 in the morning, which if you don't know, isn't a place you want to be lost in by yourself at three in the morning.
I just kept my cool, found Centre Avenue and followed it back to someplace I knew.
7. I suffer from large amounts of road rage. It is only because of Loki that I haven't actually killed anyone with my bare hands.
8. I'm very materialistic.
I hereby tag: Jim, Chowderhead and Stacy go further and show us what you have.
Tag: memes
Thanks cinders. And yes, I still love you even if you think you're not that pretty.
Cinders tagged to divulge eight secrets. I think this one may be a hard one because I think I've pretty divulged almost everything I can divulge. So, if I repeat myself, I'm sorry.
1. I lost my virginity at 22 years old. I later married him.
2. Like Cinders, I can count the number of boyfriends I've had on one hand. Alpha, Stalker-Boy, Guitar-Boy and Loki.
3. I recieved my first kiss from Alpha. A very sloppy first kiss. When he used tongue, I think I was replused...for two seconds.
4. I've never really had a "type" that I liked. (Until I realized, that I like glasses on guys.) The only thing that remotely strings these four together is their sense of humor and their ability to make me laugh.
5. I've brought three girls to Condomnation for their first vibrator. Most of the time, we were the only girls in the store and that was a little uncomfortable.
6. I love driving. When I first came to Pittsburgh with my car, I would deliberately lose my way and force my way back to my apartment. I can tell you how to get to point a to point b in Pittsburgh. I once got myself lost in the Hill District at 3 in the morning, which if you don't know, isn't a place you want to be lost in by yourself at three in the morning.
I just kept my cool, found Centre Avenue and followed it back to someplace I knew.
7. I suffer from large amounts of road rage. It is only because of Loki that I haven't actually killed anyone with my bare hands.
8. I'm very materialistic.
I hereby tag: Jim, Chowderhead and Stacy go further and show us what you have.
Tag: memes
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
On My Calendar
from 3:30 pm to 5:00 pm: Cultural Competency Teleconference
Notes: Shoot me in the head
from 7:30 - 10:30 pm: Spamalot!
Notes: Yes! No, don't shoot me!
Tag: random
Notes: Shoot me in the head
from 7:30 - 10:30 pm: Spamalot!
Notes: Yes! No, don't shoot me!
Tag: random
My Favorite Posts
Naturally, this list will just keep expanding. I skimmed through my blog and I loved seeing the progression I've made in my writing. I may not be articulate all the time, but watching the growing was interesting.
Oh, sure. This is a complete and total vanity project, but I'm writing a blog. Isn't that vanity enough?
Yeah, I thought so.
My Life as a House
Why Do I Blog?
I'm Calmer Now Thank You
I Meant to Write Yesterday
Publish or Perish?
Fuzzy Tiaras...
The Calm Before the Storm
Afternoon Interlude: Lists
Interlude: Debatable Crushes
Interlude: To Be Fair
On Driving Etiquette
Paperback Writer...
World AIDS Day
What's On Your Netflix Queue? (But This Post Seems to Have Other Issues in It. What Gives?)
Bad Drivers vs Bad Pedestrians
Things I Love
A Double-Edged Sword
On Past Loves Both Mine and Loki's
My Headache is Gone...
Warning Labels
Love Ya DNQ
House Story #2
A Short History of My Hair
Crushes
Character Study (Part Two)
Guilty Pleasure Songs
My Favorite Mix CD
In a Blink of an Eye
On Semi-Fame and Who's Reading
On Migraines
On Blogger Readership
But I Know You From Somewhere!
For My Loki
On Dreaming
Short Term Life Goals
More On Dreams and Dreaming
Writing Prompt
Ray LaMontagne Rips My Heart to Shreds
On Assumptions
Paperback Writer's List of People She Misses
On Annoyances
On a Seemingly Invisible Disease
Ennui
Writing Interlude: Legends
A Quiet Evening at Home
Ray LaMontagne vs Andrew Bird
My First Kiss and More
Blog Crushes
Rules for Riding the Bus
I am a Shiksa
About Writing: The Power of Words
On Writing
How to Pique My Interest
Literary Crushes
Seduction by Words
On Chulant
Mond Musings and Popularity
How I Met Mixi
Bear Comes Over the Mountains
On My Writing Muse
Tag: favorite posts
Oh, sure. This is a complete and total vanity project, but I'm writing a blog. Isn't that vanity enough?
Yeah, I thought so.
My Life as a House
Why Do I Blog?
I'm Calmer Now Thank You
I Meant to Write Yesterday
Publish or Perish?
Fuzzy Tiaras...
The Calm Before the Storm
Afternoon Interlude: Lists
Interlude: Debatable Crushes
Interlude: To Be Fair
On Driving Etiquette
Paperback Writer...
World AIDS Day
What's On Your Netflix Queue? (But This Post Seems to Have Other Issues in It. What Gives?)
Bad Drivers vs Bad Pedestrians
Things I Love
A Double-Edged Sword
On Past Loves Both Mine and Loki's
My Headache is Gone...
Warning Labels
Love Ya DNQ
House Story #2
A Short History of My Hair
Crushes
Character Study (Part Two)
Guilty Pleasure Songs
My Favorite Mix CD
In a Blink of an Eye
On Semi-Fame and Who's Reading
On Migraines
On Blogger Readership
But I Know You From Somewhere!
For My Loki
On Dreaming
Short Term Life Goals
More On Dreams and Dreaming
Writing Prompt
Ray LaMontagne Rips My Heart to Shreds
On Assumptions
Paperback Writer's List of People She Misses
On Annoyances
On a Seemingly Invisible Disease
Ennui
Writing Interlude: Legends
A Quiet Evening at Home
Ray LaMontagne vs Andrew Bird
My First Kiss and More
Blog Crushes
Rules for Riding the Bus
I am a Shiksa
About Writing: The Power of Words
On Writing
How to Pique My Interest
Literary Crushes
Seduction by Words
On Chulant
Mond Musings and Popularity
How I Met Mixi
Bear Comes Over the Mountains
On My Writing Muse
Tag: favorite posts
An Open Letter to my Lurker(s)
Dear Lurker,
How are you? I'm doing quite well, thank you. I've noticed that you've been hanging out and reading what I've been posting. But yet, you haven't said anything. Why? I'm not that scary. Heck, I'm not as curmudgeony as I seem on the computer screen. Nor am I saccharine either. I prefer to think of myself as complex.
Yes, I know this is what happens when I don't take my own advice. I gave EDW this advice a few months ago.
And I'm pretty good at taking my own advice...sometimes.
So, I ask who are you? Do I know you? Drop me an email. Did I know you in high school? If I did, then I have this to say to you, we didn't know anyone's true personality in high school. We were in high school for cripes sake.
*sigh*
Perhaps, I have accidentally pushed you away or made you scared. And for that, I'm sorry. I did not mean to startle to you now. And if I was mean to you in high school, I apologize for my actions. I wasn't the popular girl that so many others were, nor am I the popular girl now. I was like the rest of the humanity. Scared of my own shadow. I just showed it more.
So, truly. If you are someone I knew or someone I haven't met, drop me an email. I promise to respond.
Thanks,
Paperback Writer
Tags: random, blog stalking
How are you? I'm doing quite well, thank you. I've noticed that you've been hanging out and reading what I've been posting. But yet, you haven't said anything. Why? I'm not that scary. Heck, I'm not as curmudgeony as I seem on the computer screen. Nor am I saccharine either. I prefer to think of myself as complex.
Yes, I know this is what happens when I don't take my own advice. I gave EDW this advice a few months ago.
And I'm pretty good at taking my own advice...sometimes.
So, I ask who are you? Do I know you? Drop me an email. Did I know you in high school? If I did, then I have this to say to you, we didn't know anyone's true personality in high school. We were in high school for cripes sake.
*sigh*
Perhaps, I have accidentally pushed you away or made you scared. And for that, I'm sorry. I did not mean to startle to you now. And if I was mean to you in high school, I apologize for my actions. I wasn't the popular girl that so many others were, nor am I the popular girl now. I was like the rest of the humanity. Scared of my own shadow. I just showed it more.
So, truly. If you are someone I knew or someone I haven't met, drop me an email. I promise to respond.
Thanks,
Paperback Writer
Tags: random, blog stalking
I Do This Because I Care
Jami and I IM back and forth all day long - yeah, we're bored at work. And she said to me that she was worried that everyone had missed her inital posting about her writing blog. I told her that I would try to do something about it.
So, here I am.
Go on, you know you're curious to see what she wrote. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to shut myself off for days to catch up with my writing. Though, I wouldn't be adverse to it. ;)
Come on, you know you want to encourage budding writers to sit down and actually write. What better way than to comment on other people's writing than to actually do it?
And speaking of which, my muse - which will have its own dedicated post - has decided to smother me with another story. I wrote the bones down, now I have to flesh it out.
What's that? You want to lock me in a room with my typewriter and/or computer? You're forcing me to write? Are you going to feed me, pay my bills and amuse my friends and family?
You are?
That's great!
Tag: writing
So, here I am.
Go on, you know you're curious to see what she wrote. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to shut myself off for days to catch up with my writing. Though, I wouldn't be adverse to it. ;)
Come on, you know you want to encourage budding writers to sit down and actually write. What better way than to comment on other people's writing than to actually do it?
And speaking of which, my muse - which will have its own dedicated post - has decided to smother me with another story. I wrote the bones down, now I have to flesh it out.
What's that? You want to lock me in a room with my typewriter and/or computer? You're forcing me to write? Are you going to feed me, pay my bills and amuse my friends and family?
You are?
That's great!
Tag: writing
Monday, September 11, 2006
I've Been Tagged!
Thanks, Jami!
Things I would like to do before I die
1. To be an honest to goodness published author.
2. To see the Wailing Wall.
3. To travel to Africa.
4. To learn how to play the violin.
5. To relearn Spanish.
Things I CAN NOT do
1. Roll my tongue.
2. Dance.
3. Memorize Pi to the 200th number.
4. A handstand.
5. Become Wonder Woman.
Things I CAN do
1. Sing.
2. Play the piano.
3. Whistle. (I practiced hard. I understand now, that it might be a heredity trait.)
4. Know where Loki placed an item and give it to him right when he starts to ask me where he placed it.
5. Cook.
Things that attracted me to my Husband:
1. His sense of humor. It's goofy, it's silly and he's not afaird to show.
2. His intelligence.
3. His love of reading. We differ in the books that we read, but in the ones that we overlap on we have debates about the books.
4. Kindess - He's got a great heart. (I lifted this directly from Jami. Loki has the same kindess that her Husband has.)
5. His laidback-ness. I'm the uptight one - yes, really - while he is not. I'm the type A to his type B.
Things I say most often
1. Looooookiii!! Most often said in an exapserated tone.
2. Damn!
3. F**K!!!!
4. Get out of my way.
5. I don't care.
Books I love to read
1. On Writing - Stephen King
2. The Venetian's Wife - Nick Bantock
3. Murder on the Orient Express - Agatha Christie
4. The Sandman graphic novels - Neil Gaiman
5. Stardust - Neil Gaiman
Movies I love
1. The Princess Bride
2. Star Wars
3. Anchorman
4. Amelie
5. Breakfast at Tiffany's
6. Lord of the Rings triology
7. Nightwatch
8. Trainspotting
9. Pi
10.Batman Begins
Okay, so who wants to be tagged? I'll tag Osquer, EDW and Two Roads. If I missed you, I'm quite sorry. Go ahead and tag yourself in my name.
Tag: meme
Things I would like to do before I die
1. To be an honest to goodness published author.
2. To see the Wailing Wall.
3. To travel to Africa.
4. To learn how to play the violin.
5. To relearn Spanish.
Things I CAN NOT do
1. Roll my tongue.
2. Dance.
3. Memorize Pi to the 200th number.
4. A handstand.
5. Become Wonder Woman.
Things I CAN do
1. Sing.
2. Play the piano.
3. Whistle. (I practiced hard. I understand now, that it might be a heredity trait.)
4. Know where Loki placed an item and give it to him right when he starts to ask me where he placed it.
5. Cook.
Things that attracted me to my Husband:
1. His sense of humor. It's goofy, it's silly and he's not afaird to show.
2. His intelligence.
3. His love of reading. We differ in the books that we read, but in the ones that we overlap on we have debates about the books.
4. Kindess - He's got a great heart. (I lifted this directly from Jami. Loki has the same kindess that her Husband has.)
5. His laidback-ness. I'm the uptight one - yes, really - while he is not. I'm the type A to his type B.
Things I say most often
1. Looooookiii!! Most often said in an exapserated tone.
2. Damn!
3. F**K!!!!
4. Get out of my way.
5. I don't care.
Books I love to read
1. On Writing - Stephen King
2. The Venetian's Wife - Nick Bantock
3. Murder on the Orient Express - Agatha Christie
4. The Sandman graphic novels - Neil Gaiman
5. Stardust - Neil Gaiman
Movies I love
1. The Princess Bride
2. Star Wars
3. Anchorman
4. Amelie
5. Breakfast at Tiffany's
6. Lord of the Rings triology
7. Nightwatch
8. Trainspotting
9. Pi
10.Batman Begins
Okay, so who wants to be tagged? I'll tag Osquer, EDW and Two Roads. If I missed you, I'm quite sorry. Go ahead and tag yourself in my name.
Tag: meme
Labels: meme
Things I Remember
- seeing a giant mass of people and cars trying to get out of downtown Pittsburgh
- seeing the image of the planes flying into the buildings over and over again
- shock, dismay and terror
- grabbing a $100 out of the ATM - just in case
- filling up the car with gas - just in case
- calling Loki to make sure he was okay
- calling my parents to make sure they were okay
- calling various friends to make sure they were okay
- an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach
- wondering if I was going to get beat up because I'm "different"
Tag: 9/11/01
Sunday, September 10, 2006
What I've Been Up To
Okay, so I broke my unspoken rule of writing on a Sunday (I should say blogging, but I really do mean writing.) I know I haven't been around too, too much and that's because work is gearing up. I'm actually going to be rather busy from now until...say the middle of December. What am I going to be doing, you say? Well, I'm so glad you asked. I'll be traveling to Harrisburg, Erie and King of Prussia, PA.
I know.
Oooo!!!!
I like what I do - most times - because I feel like I'm helping...althought indirectly.
Anyway...
Last weekend - Labor Day Weekend - Loki and I went down to visit my parents in West Virginia. All of us went - in laws included. It was a nice visit, though driving 500 miles (250 miles down, 250 miles up) took it's toll on me near the end of the drive. I'm quite surprised that I didn't get caught for speeding.
We did our usual schtick - eating out, going to the dog track and heading to the mall. Yeah, I know. Ooooo...but whatever. It's a wonder that my parents wanted us to come visit them.
And the rest of this past week was spent trying not to get swamped in work. On Friday was the annual department retreat. Yeah, fun. A whole day wasted. I suppose the fun activity was fun - a casino was made with table games - but if you wanted to build morale, then give us the day off. That would have given me morale. I'm just saying.
Tomorrow, there's a program I have to attend (it's work related and complicated to explain), Tuesday is another program (and after work it's Spamalot! We can't wait), Wednesday, Loki has a show and I have a dentist appointment and the rest of the week, I'll be worrying about the next few programs.
So, it's going to be a typical week.
I'll try to keep up as hard as I can, but I can quickly see that I'm not going to be available as much as I'd like to be.
Oh, well. Such is life.
Tags: work, random
I know.
Oooo!!!!
I like what I do - most times - because I feel like I'm helping...althought indirectly.
Anyway...
Last weekend - Labor Day Weekend - Loki and I went down to visit my parents in West Virginia. All of us went - in laws included. It was a nice visit, though driving 500 miles (250 miles down, 250 miles up) took it's toll on me near the end of the drive. I'm quite surprised that I didn't get caught for speeding.
We did our usual schtick - eating out, going to the dog track and heading to the mall. Yeah, I know. Ooooo...but whatever. It's a wonder that my parents wanted us to come visit them.
And the rest of this past week was spent trying not to get swamped in work. On Friday was the annual department retreat. Yeah, fun. A whole day wasted. I suppose the fun activity was fun - a casino was made with table games - but if you wanted to build morale, then give us the day off. That would have given me morale. I'm just saying.
Tomorrow, there's a program I have to attend (it's work related and complicated to explain), Tuesday is another program (and after work it's Spamalot! We can't wait), Wednesday, Loki has a show and I have a dentist appointment and the rest of the week, I'll be worrying about the next few programs.
So, it's going to be a typical week.
I'll try to keep up as hard as I can, but I can quickly see that I'm not going to be available as much as I'd like to be.
Oh, well. Such is life.
Tags: work, random
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Hey...Look Below...
I have new posts.
Seriously.
Go look.
I'll wait.
Seriously.
Go look.
I'll wait.
Friday, September 08, 2006
55 Fridays
Hannah was quite surprised to see Cooper there. He immediately pulled her inside and shut the door. He held her in his arms tightly as he backed her up against the wall.
"I missed you," he said very softly.
"I missed you too," she said trying not to stammer.
"I know," he said kissing her.
Tag: writing
"I missed you," he said very softly.
"I missed you too," she said trying not to stammer.
"I know," he said kissing her.
Tag: writing
Labels: writing
The Janey Edition
It's cause I'm evil. ;)
Janey listened patiently as Ruby gave her the grand tour of his house, which was larger than it seemed, coincidentally. But she could not get her mind away from Sophia.
If she thought there was something off about Ruby, then there was definitely something very off about Sophia. No girl that age should have a presence of being that adult. And there was still Ruby to figure out. Nevermind the whole big picture.
Janey sighed quietly. If she were to get anything done it was going to have to be done under the cover of darkness.
Not that she really wanted to, of course. But Janey had the feeling she wouldn't get any answers unless she dug for them herself. She made a pact with herself to go out - despite Ruby's wishes - and explore the suddenly changed neighborhood.
After stomaching another well intentioned dinner, Janey bid Ruby and Sophia good night. She waited by the window, waiting for them to go to sleep. Watching the mysterious figures outside, she sighed a little wishing she had lived more of a life than she currently did.
"I don't hate Mother," she muttered out loud. "But she certainly didn't do me any favors." She could still hear Ruby putzing around downstairs and wished him to sleep. Janey pulled out the Mozart book and twirled the Welsh note in her fingers skimming ahead. "Oh, go to bed Ruby!" She got up and started to pace her room.
"Can't sleep?" Ruby asked as he poked his head in her room.
Janey could only glare at him.
"Where you itching to go outside?" he said half smiling.
Janey wanted to hurt him.
Tag: writing
Janey listened patiently as Ruby gave her the grand tour of his house, which was larger than it seemed, coincidentally. But she could not get her mind away from Sophia.
If she thought there was something off about Ruby, then there was definitely something very off about Sophia. No girl that age should have a presence of being that adult. And there was still Ruby to figure out. Nevermind the whole big picture.
Janey sighed quietly. If she were to get anything done it was going to have to be done under the cover of darkness.
Not that she really wanted to, of course. But Janey had the feeling she wouldn't get any answers unless she dug for them herself. She made a pact with herself to go out - despite Ruby's wishes - and explore the suddenly changed neighborhood.
After stomaching another well intentioned dinner, Janey bid Ruby and Sophia good night. She waited by the window, waiting for them to go to sleep. Watching the mysterious figures outside, she sighed a little wishing she had lived more of a life than she currently did.
"I don't hate Mother," she muttered out loud. "But she certainly didn't do me any favors." She could still hear Ruby putzing around downstairs and wished him to sleep. Janey pulled out the Mozart book and twirled the Welsh note in her fingers skimming ahead. "Oh, go to bed Ruby!" She got up and started to pace her room.
"Can't sleep?" Ruby asked as he poked his head in her room.
Janey could only glare at him.
"Where you itching to go outside?" he said half smiling.
Janey wanted to hurt him.
Tag: writing
Labels: fiction, Janey Edition, writing
Friday's Feast: 110
Feast One Hundred & Ten
Sorry for the lateness!
Appetizer
Name 3 things that you are wearing today.
My jeans, my red chucks, and a grey t-shirt. And if you're curious: black underwear, white bra, glasses, necklace and rings (wedding and engagement).
Soup
Who was the last person you hugged?
Loki, duh! ;)
Salad
What do you like to order from your favorite fast food place?
I don't go to fast food places anymore. No, seriously. I mean it. I don't like going there. It's bad for my health (kidneys, cholestrol, heart...etc.)
Main Course
What time of day do you usually feel most energized?
Ooooo, it depends on the day! Sometimes it's the early morning; other times it's the afternoons...also it depends when in the week. For instance, Monday mornings? Not so energized. Five o'clock on a Friday? Energized!
Dessert
Using the letters in your first name, write a sentence. (Example: Sweet unusual spaniels are nice.)
Hmmm....I'm going to cheat here and use my pen name of Paperback and not my real name. ;)
Picking apples perhaps energizes rough, bumbling and cute kids.
Whew! That was tough.
Tag: meme
Sorry for the lateness!
Appetizer
Name 3 things that you are wearing today.
My jeans, my red chucks, and a grey t-shirt. And if you're curious: black underwear, white bra, glasses, necklace and rings (wedding and engagement).
Soup
Who was the last person you hugged?
Loki, duh! ;)
Salad
What do you like to order from your favorite fast food place?
I don't go to fast food places anymore. No, seriously. I mean it. I don't like going there. It's bad for my health (kidneys, cholestrol, heart...etc.)
Main Course
What time of day do you usually feel most energized?
Ooooo, it depends on the day! Sometimes it's the early morning; other times it's the afternoons...also it depends when in the week. For instance, Monday mornings? Not so energized. Five o'clock on a Friday? Energized!
Dessert
Using the letters in your first name, write a sentence. (Example: Sweet unusual spaniels are nice.)
Hmmm....I'm going to cheat here and use my pen name of Paperback and not my real name. ;)
Picking apples perhaps energizes rough, bumbling and cute kids.
Whew! That was tough.
Tag: meme
Labels: Friday's Feast, meme
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Happy Friday Y'all!
I'm going to be out tomorrow for a work related "retreat." So, enjoy the post I have written. Okay, sure it's the Friday's pictures post and not say a writing post or even the Friday's Feast meme that I like so much.
But...hey, maybe later on at night, I won't be so tired and write said posts. Or write up my trip to see my parents. Or write up the posts that I've been promising to write.
*sigh*
Happy Friday y'all. Think of me as I listen to boring speeches being made...think of me...and laugh your ass off.
;)
But...hey, maybe later on at night, I won't be so tired and write said posts. Or write up my trip to see my parents. Or write up the posts that I've been promising to write.
*sigh*
Happy Friday y'all. Think of me as I listen to boring speeches being made...think of me...and laugh your ass off.
;)
Friday's Pictures: The Best of Summer
So, here are some of my favorite pictures that I've taken this summer. I didn't go on any vacations so there are no vacation shots. And no, I don't consider going down to see my parents in West "By God" Virginia a vacation.
Thank you.
I unfortunately spent a lot of time working. Duh, I don't the summers off - not like some people I know. But Loki tells me that school teachers need the entire summer off. And I believe him.
Anyway, this is at work. See my computer screen? It's smudgy. Do I care? No. See those boxes behind me? I call them my fortress of solitude. Unfortuantely, it really does nothing to defend me against people actually bringing me work. I just like to hide there and pretend they can't get to me.
Is that so wrong?
Of course, this is Loki and I. I took this picture of us - see how I'm actually in the shot while Loki isn't? Oh, good times. - at Kennywood last month. I got to ride all my favorite rides and none of the ones I dislike. Unfortunately, no one was brave enough to ride the Phantom's Revenge with me.
Oh, there's always next year....
I believe we just got out of the Exterminator. My sunglasses hide the fact that my eyes are still spinning in my head. Oy vey! I believe this year they had extra spin in those cars!
Of course, not everyday was a sunny day, here in Pittsburgh. I call those days Spring.
I took this shot at work. And I found it incredibly cool. I don't know. I think I was messing around. ;)
This is Magneto. He's a nibbler so he stays "behind bars." I think Loki's boys class traumatized him. He'll sniff me and then gently nibble on my finger. When he gets too involved that's when he actually bites. I haven't gotten a picture of him when he's hanging off the bars, but it's very cute.
When Charlotte is over she always says that Magento is asleep and that we should be quiet. :)
Oh, my Loki. :) Such a ham.
Earlier this summer Loki and I babysat for our friends. This is their daughter, Bella. Cute as a button, fiercely smart and independent. I wrote about my experience over at Trouble's blog while she was away on vacation. You can read about it here.
I believe this was rought fifteen minutes before I collapsed. ;)
Self portrait! The little boy in the background is my coworker's son, Michael. He was Harry Potter at my wedding. :)
Tag: pictures, summer
Thank you.
I unfortunately spent a lot of time working. Duh, I don't the summers off - not like some people I know. But Loki tells me that school teachers need the entire summer off. And I believe him.Anyway, this is at work. See my computer screen? It's smudgy. Do I care? No. See those boxes behind me? I call them my fortress of solitude. Unfortuantely, it really does nothing to defend me against people actually bringing me work. I just like to hide there and pretend they can't get to me.
Is that so wrong?
Of course, this is Loki and I. I took this picture of us - see how I'm actually in the shot while Loki isn't? Oh, good times. - at Kennywood last month. I got to ride all my favorite rides and none of the ones I dislike. Unfortunately, no one was brave enough to ride the Phantom's Revenge with me.Oh, there's always next year....
I believe we just got out of the Exterminator. My sunglasses hide the fact that my eyes are still spinning in my head. Oy vey! I believe this year they had extra spin in those cars!
Of course, not everyday was a sunny day, here in Pittsburgh. I call those days Spring.
I took this shot at work. And I found it incredibly cool. I don't know. I think I was messing around. ;)
This is Magneto. He's a nibbler so he stays "behind bars." I think Loki's boys class traumatized him. He'll sniff me and then gently nibble on my finger. When he gets too involved that's when he actually bites. I haven't gotten a picture of him when he's hanging off the bars, but it's very cute.When Charlotte is over she always says that Magento is asleep and that we should be quiet. :)
Oh, my Loki. :) Such a ham.
Earlier this summer Loki and I babysat for our friends. This is their daughter, Bella. Cute as a button, fiercely smart and independent. I wrote about my experience over at Trouble's blog while she was away on vacation. You can read about it here.I believe this was rought fifteen minutes before I collapsed. ;)
Self portrait! The little boy in the background is my coworker's son, Michael. He was Harry Potter at my wedding. :)Tag: pictures, summer
Labels: pictures
Literary Crushes
We all know my crushes and my blog crushes but what about my literary crushes? Surely, someone as well read as I have literary crushes?
Well?
Of course I do. Who's writing this?
When I was first deviating from Judy Blume and such I started reading Agatha Christie mysteries. I, preferred Hercule Poirot to Jane Marple. His "little grey cells" and his eccentric ways spoke to me. I started dreaming of solving mysteries in exactly the same manner as Mr. Poirot. I knew I couldn't actually, but I could try to in a different way. I could write about it. They were terrible and forumlaic, but they were mine. Really, I owe a big thanks to Ms. Christie and Hercule Poirot for setting me on the literary track.
I couldn't explain to my family why I had this insatiable need to read mysteries ("But someone always dies, Cherry!" My mom would always lament. Cherry is a nickname of mine. It must be pronounced with a Filipino accent otherwise I won't answer you.) especially Hercule Poirot mysteries. I suppose by today's standards writing about post-world World War II England isn't all that exciting. And how exactly could this particular world hold my attention? I don't know. I can't explain it to you therefore, I won't.
Anyway, it crushed me when I read Curtain. I was devestated and cried for days. I couldn't read any other mysteries. I still can't and it kills me when I read Curtian. Agatha Christie ruined my mystery reading experience. Oh, well.
Yes, I'm writing this as if you haven't read Curtain. I don't know what you have and haven't read.
Another literary crush is on someone that I keep forgetting about: Stephen King. No, you read correctly. Stephen "King of Horror" King. I'm currently rereading On Writing (which influenced many of my title posts) and I have to tell you, I really love reading this book. I can hear his voice and the situation he's created (A wonderful mental trick! Thanks.) It is this book that reaffirms my want to be an author - okay, published author.
After reading Agatha Christie mysteries, I moved on to Stephen King. By now, you're probably wondering how old I am. I think I was 12 when I started reading Stephen King. I read Dark Half, The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger, The Shining, Misery, Needful Things and the Langoliers very quickly. I couldn't get enough of it. Looking back, I'm not quite sure if I understood the more subtle themes in it, but hey, what can I say? I was 12 for pete's sake. But I fell off the bandwagon with Rose Madder. I remember that book, I purposely left it behind while we were in Atlantic City. I'd never do that today, but I was so disgusted with Rose Madder that I didn't care.
So, what brought me back to Stephen King, I mean besides On Writing? I read The Colorado Kid: not a horror novella by any standards and not exactly a mystery. I loved the writing - again performing a mental magical mind trick with the reader. I'm going to check out Loki's favorite Stephen King Book, The Stand and reread Needful Things.
My last literary crush (Yeah, I know. Only three?! Yes, kids, only three.) Happens to be one that I met briefly a few years ago at Century III mall: Neil Gaiman. I want to be Neil Gaiman. How in the world does he come up with the stories and novels that he comes up with? I am completely and utterly enamored of him. Not to mention completely and utterly jealous. He is the reason why I have a story about mythology kicking around in my head. I've completely and utterly overthought it and so now it's stuck in limbo land waiting for me to come back to it and rework it.
Don't worry. I will rework it. And perhaps, just perhaps, I won't over think it and keep it simple.
Anyway, Neil Gaiman wrote my favorite all time favorite graphic novels: The Sandman.
Which leads me to my only crush on a literary character: The Sandman himself. Oh, and I'm totally crushing on his sister, Death, as well. Yeah, you heard. Death.
So, there you have it. My all time literary crushes.
I've told you mine. What are your's?
Tags: literary crushes, fiction, writing
Well?
Of course I do. Who's writing this?
When I was first deviating from Judy Blume and such I started reading Agatha Christie mysteries. I, preferred Hercule Poirot to Jane Marple. His "little grey cells" and his eccentric ways spoke to me. I started dreaming of solving mysteries in exactly the same manner as Mr. Poirot. I knew I couldn't actually, but I could try to in a different way. I could write about it. They were terrible and forumlaic, but they were mine. Really, I owe a big thanks to Ms. Christie and Hercule Poirot for setting me on the literary track.
I couldn't explain to my family why I had this insatiable need to read mysteries ("But someone always dies, Cherry!" My mom would always lament. Cherry is a nickname of mine. It must be pronounced with a Filipino accent otherwise I won't answer you.) especially Hercule Poirot mysteries. I suppose by today's standards writing about post-world World War II England isn't all that exciting. And how exactly could this particular world hold my attention? I don't know. I can't explain it to you therefore, I won't.
Anyway, it crushed me when I read Curtain. I was devestated and cried for days. I couldn't read any other mysteries. I still can't and it kills me when I read Curtian. Agatha Christie ruined my mystery reading experience. Oh, well.
Yes, I'm writing this as if you haven't read Curtain. I don't know what you have and haven't read.
Another literary crush is on someone that I keep forgetting about: Stephen King. No, you read correctly. Stephen "King of Horror" King. I'm currently rereading On Writing (which influenced many of my title posts) and I have to tell you, I really love reading this book. I can hear his voice and the situation he's created (A wonderful mental trick! Thanks.) It is this book that reaffirms my want to be an author - okay, published author.
After reading Agatha Christie mysteries, I moved on to Stephen King. By now, you're probably wondering how old I am. I think I was 12 when I started reading Stephen King. I read Dark Half, The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger, The Shining, Misery, Needful Things and the Langoliers very quickly. I couldn't get enough of it. Looking back, I'm not quite sure if I understood the more subtle themes in it, but hey, what can I say? I was 12 for pete's sake. But I fell off the bandwagon with Rose Madder. I remember that book, I purposely left it behind while we were in Atlantic City. I'd never do that today, but I was so disgusted with Rose Madder that I didn't care.
So, what brought me back to Stephen King, I mean besides On Writing? I read The Colorado Kid: not a horror novella by any standards and not exactly a mystery. I loved the writing - again performing a mental magical mind trick with the reader. I'm going to check out Loki's favorite Stephen King Book, The Stand and reread Needful Things.
My last literary crush (Yeah, I know. Only three?! Yes, kids, only three.) Happens to be one that I met briefly a few years ago at Century III mall: Neil Gaiman. I want to be Neil Gaiman. How in the world does he come up with the stories and novels that he comes up with? I am completely and utterly enamored of him. Not to mention completely and utterly jealous. He is the reason why I have a story about mythology kicking around in my head. I've completely and utterly overthought it and so now it's stuck in limbo land waiting for me to come back to it and rework it.
Don't worry. I will rework it. And perhaps, just perhaps, I won't over think it and keep it simple.
Anyway, Neil Gaiman wrote my favorite all time favorite graphic novels: The Sandman.
Which leads me to my only crush on a literary character: The Sandman himself. Oh, and I'm totally crushing on his sister, Death, as well. Yeah, you heard. Death.
So, there you have it. My all time literary crushes. I've told you mine. What are your's?
Tags: literary crushes, fiction, writing
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Kiss Guys Who Wear Glasses
While Loki and I were at my parents house this weekend, we went to the local dog track - another post, I promise. And there, at the dog track, was this very cute guy. And this very cute guy? He was wearing glasses. Not just glasses, but square frame glasses. Like the kind that Elvis Costello wears.
Okay, fine. Elvis Costello may look goofy - okay, a lot goofy, but I like glasses on guys. Does Loki wear his? No, he doesn't really need them. But he should. ;)
Anyway, there aren't a lot of guys who are willing to have their pictures taken with their glasses on. Does that old adage "guys won't make passes to girls who wear glasses" apply to guys as well? I don't know what it is about a guy in glasses, but it makes him look studious, more intelligent and the assumption is made that the guy reads - a lot. Oh, sure, he just may need glasses because his eyesight is poor, but there's the whole "sexy libraian" thing going on. And okay, that's mostly with girls but there's something about a guy in glasses.
A trust issue, perhaps? I don't know
Mixi has reminded me that sometimes the guys who wear glasses are really just 'holier than thou' hipsters. I don't like those boys. I like the guys who wear glasses that's not "completing" their look. I'm talking about the guys who have to wear glasses. I suppose it's the preppy look. The clean, classic button down shirts, nice pants or jeans, shoes that aren't scuffy (sneakers are okay as long as they aren't old) and a clean shaved face. And for the love of pete cut your hair or at least make the effort.
Anyway...
Tag: glasses, grooming
Paperback Writer's Partial Listing of Favorites
- writing: Anything really, but I suppose writing a good scene - love or otherwise, would be a good turn on. I should say it's the whole process of it. I'm deeply enamored...or just plain crazy...of writing. Except when it's not going so well. I need the encouragement to keep me writing. Also, a lock for my door would probably help. I'm just saying.
- reading: The same goes for reading a good book. But there are always certain passages that make me stand up and notice. For instance? Try this passage:
I was sitting on the floor beside her. I put my hand on her calf as she spoke, cupping the curve of warm flesh through her stocking. She smiled at me. I smiled back. Sometimes these things are not accidents. I'm almost sure of it. Stephen King On Writing
See? Simple and quite seductive. And it's in the middle of a book about writing. What more do you need? - music: I've already written how certain people's music just feeling breaks my heart. The same music also turns me on. Heady stuff too. Music has that wonderful way of establishing mood and whatnot. I love playing on my piano - something I don't do often because my piano is still sitting at my parents house. Anyway, I love playing on my piano. I love throwing myself into the piece I'm playing (coincidentally, playing classical music is the best) and just letting the music flow through you. I don't feel this strongly when I play the guitar - it's probably because it's my second instrument and I'm not that proficient with it.
- sunshine: Getting your vitamin D is important. Especially, during the wintertime. I tan very easily. Have you seen my feet? Yeah, that easily.
- a lovely turn of phrase: Unfortunately, I don't have any examples of that currently. But I know it when I hear it or read it. (Coincidentally, does anyone have a lovely turn of phrase that I could borrow?)
- painting: Once again, that whole creative thing. I don't really need to go into it much, do I?
- solitude: I love solitude. I really do. I need quiet and alone time too. But I don't get it too often. It's in these moments of solitude that I can do my best thinking. Or not. ;)
- spooning: Do I really need to explain this? Yeah, I didn't think so.
- murmured "I love you's" in the middle of the night: The same goes for this.
- new journals: I love the smell and feel of a new journal. Also, the possibilities. What new and exciting thought can I fill it with? Or just plain minutiae?
I could go on with this list, but I'll stop at ten.
Tags: random, list, favorites
How to Pique My Interest
Update: I didn't really mean to show me your journal. However, I am enjoying the comments rolling in. And even though I'm not answering them currently, I am going to enjoy what others do show me.
Show me your journal. That's it. I don't care if you don't think it's thought provoking. It's your journal. You do whatever it is you want to it. Scribble, doodle, write bad poetry, song lyrics, observations about your mother's culinary habits. I don't care.
Do you trust me? I won't mock you and if I trust you, I'll show you my journal in return. We can compare notes about the terrible stories that we can't even post up on our blogs.
Show me your journal and it will undoubtedly tell me something about your life.
(PS I'm quite sorry about not visiting my usual haunts; work is gearing up. *sigh*)
Tag: random, journals, pictures, flickr
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Faster Than A Speeding Bullet
I'm a pretty quick study. For the two years I was a temp I accomplished more catch up work for companies than should have been allowed. I wish someone would have told me to slow down and let the work seem like it's taking a tolll on you. Why? I was in and out of more temp jobs than I have hair on my head. Ask Jami. I think I was in and out of her company in two to three months.
But then again, I wasn't as *sparkly* as my supervisor wanted me to be. But that's for another post and it requires Jami's help.
Anyway, Chris remarked that she couldn't keep up with me (That was a three post day. A lot on my mind that needed to be spilled) and today, Two Roads emailed me the same thing. I thought about it and figured it was because of my fantastic typing ability (nearly 90 words per minute). I thought about it some more, well maybe it's my piano playing ability.
It surely couldn't be just this. So, I thought about it some more. Maybe, I'm just too damn efficient for my own good. I do things to fast - get your mind out of the gutter. I'm a semi-prude, okay? ;) The using as little energy to get things accomplished appeals to me. This does include speaking, if you were wondering, but not necessarily typing. I can get long winded (Quiet! I can hear you itching to reply regarding that line) .
I also love to multitask. I hear this is a feminine trait, but I'm not quite sure why. Going to the movies drives me crazy. I'm only sitting and watching a movie! I could be doing something else as well! I think it's those times that makes the quiet alone time so appealing. I don't have to do anything or be anything else.
I haven't decided if I am quick tempered. I sometimes think I am, but on other issues I remain even tempered. On prior issues, I put Loki to the test to see what he says. He knows me well enough to tell me yah or nay.
So, anyway...I accidentally hit the publish button before I was finished with the post. See? I told you I was fast.
Tag: efficieny
But then again, I wasn't as *sparkly* as my supervisor wanted me to be. But that's for another post and it requires Jami's help.
Anyway, Chris remarked that she couldn't keep up with me (That was a three post day. A lot on my mind that needed to be spilled) and today, Two Roads emailed me the same thing. I thought about it and figured it was because of my fantastic typing ability (nearly 90 words per minute). I thought about it some more, well maybe it's my piano playing ability.
It surely couldn't be just this. So, I thought about it some more. Maybe, I'm just too damn efficient for my own good. I do things to fast - get your mind out of the gutter. I'm a semi-prude, okay? ;) The using as little energy to get things accomplished appeals to me. This does include speaking, if you were wondering, but not necessarily typing. I can get long winded (Quiet! I can hear you itching to reply regarding that line) .
I also love to multitask. I hear this is a feminine trait, but I'm not quite sure why. Going to the movies drives me crazy. I'm only sitting and watching a movie! I could be doing something else as well! I think it's those times that makes the quiet alone time so appealing. I don't have to do anything or be anything else.
I haven't decided if I am quick tempered. I sometimes think I am, but on other issues I remain even tempered. On prior issues, I put Loki to the test to see what he says. He knows me well enough to tell me yah or nay.
So, anyway...I accidentally hit the publish button before I was finished with the post. See? I told you I was fast.
Tag: efficieny
Monday, September 04, 2006
On Writing
Loki and I were at my parents house this weekend (that's for another post) when I was struck by the Writing Muse. Not trusting my parents computer I asked my father where the type writer was set up.
He said it was near the computer in the basement. So, I headed downstairs and flipped the typewriter on. Okay, so it wasn't the neat old typewriter that we found in Douglas Manor.
It was sort of modern - ie, it was about fifteen years old. But what the hell. I didn't want to fire up old Bessie and writing the story down was not going to help me. My thoughts travel too fast for my chicken scratch handwriting to keep up.
So, I sat down - sort of hunched over, because all I had was a foot stool as a seat - and began writing. I'm not the neatest of typists. In fact, I make a lot of mistakes and it looks worse when the typewriter can't correct the mistakes. I just shrugged and kept churning the story out - I'm editing and rewriting it and in fact. I can't believe I finished it. Wonder of wonders. I can never finish a story. Not enough time and my real waking, non internet related life takes over.
I need a room with a view and a lock. Or maybe just a lock.
I've gone off topic.
Excuse me.
*ahem*
What I realized as I was typing is that I love writing on a typewriter. I can't delete what I've written - not very easily, anyway. And it forces you to think about what you are trying to say. And might I also say, that this story I wrote is probably one of the most organic pieces?
I mean....*sigh* What do I mean? I mean, that writing it, entirely, just felt good. All I had in front of me was a typewriter. Nothing else. I had no music to distract me. No one was bothering me. The tv wasn't on. It was just me and the typewriter.
I asked Loki what he thought when I said "organic writing." After looking at me for a second with a strange look on his face, he said "I think of writing that just flows. Nothing too belabored and nothing overproduced."
Excellent. I couldn't have said it better myself. In fact, I'm glad he said it. I couldn't, for the life of me.
Stephen King once wrote that you should write with the door closed and then edit with the door open. I think he is completely and utterly correct. I sort of wish that I didn't write most of my stuff on a computer. Being a multitasker at heart, I can do research as I write, listen to music or take a break.
Forcing myself to write on a typewriter, listening to the rhythm of the keys striking the paper and concentrating on one space sort of did wonders for me. After finishing the story I felt exhilerated. It could be because I actually finished a damn story, but I choose to believe it was the writing. I couldn't sleep. I wanted to write some more.
I suppose that's what addiction is, isn't it? Wikipedia describe addiction as:
Okay, maybe it's just me. ;)
Tag: writing
He said it was near the computer in the basement. So, I headed downstairs and flipped the typewriter on. Okay, so it wasn't the neat old typewriter that we found in Douglas Manor.
It was sort of modern - ie, it was about fifteen years old. But what the hell. I didn't want to fire up old Bessie and writing the story down was not going to help me. My thoughts travel too fast for my chicken scratch handwriting to keep up.So, I sat down - sort of hunched over, because all I had was a foot stool as a seat - and began writing. I'm not the neatest of typists. In fact, I make a lot of mistakes and it looks worse when the typewriter can't correct the mistakes. I just shrugged and kept churning the story out - I'm editing and rewriting it and in fact. I can't believe I finished it. Wonder of wonders. I can never finish a story. Not enough time and my real waking, non internet related life takes over.
I need a room with a view and a lock. Or maybe just a lock.
I've gone off topic.
Excuse me.
*ahem*
What I realized as I was typing is that I love writing on a typewriter. I can't delete what I've written - not very easily, anyway. And it forces you to think about what you are trying to say. And might I also say, that this story I wrote is probably one of the most organic pieces?
I mean....*sigh* What do I mean? I mean, that writing it, entirely, just felt good. All I had in front of me was a typewriter. Nothing else. I had no music to distract me. No one was bothering me. The tv wasn't on. It was just me and the typewriter.
I asked Loki what he thought when I said "organic writing." After looking at me for a second with a strange look on his face, he said "I think of writing that just flows. Nothing too belabored and nothing overproduced."
Excellent. I couldn't have said it better myself. In fact, I'm glad he said it. I couldn't, for the life of me.
Stephen King once wrote that you should write with the door closed and then edit with the door open. I think he is completely and utterly correct. I sort of wish that I didn't write most of my stuff on a computer. Being a multitasker at heart, I can do research as I write, listen to music or take a break.
Forcing myself to write on a typewriter, listening to the rhythm of the keys striking the paper and concentrating on one space sort of did wonders for me. After finishing the story I felt exhilerated. It could be because I actually finished a damn story, but I choose to believe it was the writing. I couldn't sleep. I wanted to write some more.
I suppose that's what addiction is, isn't it? Wikipedia describe addiction as:
characterized by the repeated use of substances or behaviors despite clear evidence of morbidity secondary to such use.Okay, so writing isn't quite addiction, but the thrill of creating something all one's own isn't that enough?
Okay, maybe it's just me. ;)
Tag: writing
Labels: writing
Friday, September 01, 2006
Friday's Pictures
Oh, yes. It's that time of the week again. It's time for me to post some pictures. Why? Because I can and I'm able.This is obviously me. A very young Paperback Writer. My parents and I were about to leave for Cleveland, Ohio. From where, you might ask? Oh, that's right. Honolulu, Hawaii. What a cruel fate, you might say. Well, not really. I mean if I didn't leave Hawaii for not so green pastures then where would I be? Okay, fine. There's a pretty damn good chance I would still be in Hawaii. But I wouldn't have met the people who play important roles in my life.
But anyway, the picture. Yes, I perfect "the scowl" at a young age. You're what? You're taking my picture again? Fine, do what you need to do. I'm going to sun myself.
I'm four here. Check out the pigtails. And the cute blue dress. And if you look closely, I've got pierced ears. Do you know how much I did not want pierced ears? I cried when I got them done. Of course, I was three. If and when I have a daughter I will let her decide if she wants pierced ears - at twelve years old.Oh, and do you like how my parents have color coordinated the ribbons in my hair to my dress?
Very chic.
This was probably the last time I've ever done something of this magnitude. I wasn't even this coordinated during my wedding.
Let's fast forward shall we? I love this picture of Loki and I. Our dear friends E and A just got married, Loki was the Best Man and I was a Groomsman. I kind of wish I had worn a tux, but no matter.You know what I also wish? I wish I had I had Loki take off his digital watch as well. :)
*sigh*
Anyway, that's all I have for Friday's pictures. Have a good weekend y'all. Don't drink and drive, have fun, but don't do anything I wouldn't do. ;)
See you Tueday!
Tag: pictures
Labels: pictures
The Janey Edition
Sorry, I haven't written more. My mind hasn't been on Janey, Ruby or Sophia. :)
Janey listened patiently as Ruby gave her the grand tour of his house, which was larger than it seemed, coincidentally. But she could not get her mind away from Sophia.
If she thought there was something off about Ruby, then there was definitely something very off about Sophia. No girl that age should have a presence of being that adult. And there was still Ruby to figure out. Nevermind the whole big picture.
Janey sighed quietly. If she were to get anything done it was going to have to be done under the cover of darkness.
Tag: writing
Janey listened patiently as Ruby gave her the grand tour of his house, which was larger than it seemed, coincidentally. But she could not get her mind away from Sophia.
If she thought there was something off about Ruby, then there was definitely something very off about Sophia. No girl that age should have a presence of being that adult. And there was still Ruby to figure out. Nevermind the whole big picture.
Janey sighed quietly. If she were to get anything done it was going to have to be done under the cover of darkness.
Tag: writing
Labels: fiction, Janey Edition, writing
