February 26, 2006
Remember, Dad:
Much as you might be tempted to, don't fall down and worship the marketing materials I dropped off on your doorstep. It's against the Ten Commandments, after all.
And no more rush jobs, okay? It interrupts my indolence. I came awfully close to having to work on that project, which of course makes me quake in fear.
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Really. Be Honest.
Isn't life delicious?
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Maybe tasty... Is there a link to go along with this observation?
Posted by: Darrell at February 26, 2006 06:49 AM (RMUUo)
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Maybe...
who wants to know?
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at February 26, 2006 07:20 AM (1hM1d)
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When we get our work done, it can be . . .
Posted by: Stuart Fullerton at February 26, 2006 08:45 AM (sZH/h)
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Q: How delicious is it?
A: I'm going to get Zachary's pizza & you're not. Hahahahahahahaha!
Posted by: beautifulatrocities at February 26, 2006 11:42 AM (dHlCx)
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Sometimes. But not always
Posted by: Daniel at February 26, 2006 08:52 PM (GIhW0)
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Yes, I'm a nattering nabob of negativity.
Well, sometimes at least. When life isn't delicious, that is.
Posted by: Daniel at February 26, 2006 08:56 PM (GIhW0)
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February 25, 2006
I'd Just Like to Announce
. . . that I'm not in the mood to finish the brochures and other promotional whatnot for my father's business.
And the fact that they are due tomorrow doesn't really change that.
The mood thing, I mean.
Perhaps I could trick myself: you know. "Whatever you do, Joy, don't proofread that marketing material for Dad. And if you really, really must do that, don't make sure they'll print correctly. Whatever you do. That would be very wicked indeed."
Surely there's a fence around here I could whitewash . . . now that would be a good time.
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Try setting the kitchen timer & working on it for 15 minutes & see if that jump starts you
Posted by: beautifulatrocities at February 26, 2006 06:02 AM (dHlCx)
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I'm sure he forbade you to touch the stuff.
Posted by: Darrell at February 26, 2006 06:54 AM (RMUUo)
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On a related note - Was there ever a winner of your Name My Business Contest?
Posted by: Daniel at February 26, 2006 09:01 PM (GIhW0)
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Well, actually, there was. But I never announced it, because I had a succession of interviews for staff jobs that actually intrigued me, and looked promising. So I thought I might be hanging up my freelancing hat for good.
Now it looks like I'm stuck with freelancing, but I may just continue to do it under my own name.
If you want to nag me for a decision, though, do it by e-mail.
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February 23, 2006
Respecting My Husband's Incorrect Choices
I managed to commandeer Attila the Hub's laptop computer for a while today until I made up with my own. And I would like
full credit for not fixing his browser bookmarks, which are all wrong (also, there aren't enough of them; if you don't have to scroll for five minutes, you don't have enough).
I'd also like full credit for not fixing the pre-sets on his radio when I borrow his car. Those are likewise not as they should be.
Question: What went wrong? Why don't I rule the world? I could save all of you a lot of decision-making time on these issues. You'd actually find it rather liberating.
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And the winner is, Attila Girl, for putting up with our insufferable nonsense.
When I used my sister's (tired old) PC, I did
not erase my brother-in-law's bookmarks, which include luminaries like Juan Cole, Dkos, Atrios, etc.
However, I did add a few, just to see if he'd notice
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Posted by: Attila Girl at February 23, 2006 11:30 AM (s96U4)
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I thought that was a male trait -- a biological/genetic need to fix things. I fix things until I hear a female voice yelling, "Stop that!"
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Well, there's plenty of evidence that I'm actually a 17-year-old boy trapped in a curvaceous, short female body. I mean, what do I like?--guns. Trains. Tanks.
I don't do the channel surfing thing when I watch TV, but I do it in my car when I listen to the radio. No attention span whatsoever.
I used to try to fix people, until I realized they are simply, as a race, beyond repair.
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February 22, 2006
Blogging May Be Light
. . . until I figure out what's wrong with my computer. I'm on Attila the Hub's PowerBook right now, while mine gets over whatever little mood it's in. I'm giving it a time out so it will learn to play nice with the other kids. Especially me.
Of course, if that doesn't work it's back to the Genius Bar at the Mac store; they are so tired of me there.
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February 20, 2006
Suddenly, We're Quoting Joni Mitchell
How funny that this resonated so loudly with me when I was 25 years old. I heard a snippet of it recently; what an excellent song.
There was a moon and a street lamp
I didnÂ’t know I drank such a lot
Â’till I pissed a tequila-anaconda
The full length of the parking lot!
Oh, I talk too loose
Again I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
. . . . . . . .
We could talk about martha
We could talk about landscapes
IÂ’m not above gossip
But IÂ’ll sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
Or we could talk about power
About jesus and hitler and howard hughes
Or charlie chaplinÂ’s movies
Or bergmanÂ’s nordic blues
Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose
. . . . . . . .
You could talk like a fool-IÂ’d listen
You could talk like a sage
Anyway the best of my mind
All goes down on the strings and the page
That mind picks up all these pictures
It still gets my feet up to dance
Even though itÂ’s covered with keyloids
From the slings and arrows of outrageous romance
I stole that from willy the shake!
You know--neither a borrower nor a lender be
. . . . . . . .
Is your silence that golden?
Are you comfortable in it?
Is it the key to your freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency!
Come and spend some on me--
Shut me up and talk to me!
IÂ’m always talking!
Chicken squawking!
Please talk to me
And now it's possible for me to have compassion for the person I was back then. Which is pretty cool, if you want to know the truth. I no longer want to travel back in time and give that girl—ahem—a good talking-to.
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Ah, "Talk To Me"...from 'Don Juan's Reckless Daughter.' Sure, women say this, then they meet Travis Frey and when he finally opens up they get that "Contract of Wifely Expectations." Happy now? I guess it's better than not knowing.
As for Travis, if he is convicted, the judge should offer a reduction of sentence if he gets that contract tattooed on his body, like that character in "Prison Break." That way, his future dates would be spared the suspense. And it would make his prison stay a lot more appropriate.
Posted by: Darrell at February 20, 2006 08:02 PM (GjEOL)
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Now
that would be interesting. Suddenly the guy is talking about the exact dimensions of the patch of permissible pubic hair. And the next time Joni pisses out tequila, it's onto the seat of his car. On purpose.
"Bad date. No blowjob for you."
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 20, 2006 10:54 PM (XbEp3)
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And here I was always thinking those damned t-tops leaked on my Z-cars...
Posted by: Darrell at February 21, 2006 09:17 AM (Mfoza)
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Sort of on-topic, about subtle communication between the sexes...from my album "You Don't Need MapQuest to Find The Sludge Retention Pond..."
The original words of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" by the Righteous Brothers. I'll consider this a copyright, in case someone is so pathetic and desperate. The royalties are to be split between LMA and me, if anyone can make money from it.
......
You don't wipe your ass anymore
when you take a shit...
You don't shave your legs anymore
use deodorant stick...
I'm tryin' hard not to notice, baby
but baby, baby I know that
You've lost that lovin' feeling
Oh that lovin' feeling
You've lost that lovin' feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
oh, oh, oh
There's no human look in your eyes
when I reach for you
And what's with the throwin' up
everytime I talk about my life with you?
Oh,Oh it makes me just fell like crying
Cause, baby, smells like something beautiful's dying.
Baby, I'd get down on my knees for you...
If you would only shower
Like you used to do
We had a love
a love, a love you don't find everyday
So don't, don't, don't
let it stink away...
I said baby
I'm begging you please
I need your love
So bring on the bath
just bring on the bath.
Posted by: Darrell at February 21, 2006 12:35 PM (iypkD)
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Should be "you've lost that slavish feeling," but I'll let it go.
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 21, 2006 02:20 PM (XbEp3)
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"I no longer want to travel back in time and give that girl—ahem—a good talking-to."
Just as well. That girl wouldn't listen to you. I've gone through that mental exercise before, and always come up with the same answer: then-me telling now-me to mind my own business, that I'm not the person you are, and there's no guarnatee that I'll make the same choices and mistake I did. Or, I will. Whatever.
You have to make your own mistakes, in your own time. There's no shortcut to wisdom.
Posted by: Steve Skubinna at February 21, 2006 09:36 PM (eguza)
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"Take this letter that I give you;
Take it Sonny; hold it high.
You won't understand a word that's in it,
But you'll write it all again before you die."
--Queen,
Queen II, "Father to Son"
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February 15, 2006
Yes.
Home today; I'm flying back to LA out of B-More this afternoon. And I loved my time in D.C.; I'm loving my time in Maryland. But I'm ready to go home, "to my own bed, where I can let go." I'm deeply exhausted—in that "tired but happy" way.
I also haven't seen my husband in a week, so I'll need to power-interact with him. I might just hug him for another full week straight, though that would make things awkward as he attempted to go about his business.
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It was great having you here, but I'm also glad the weather will let you leave.
Posted by: Attila (Pillage Idiot) at February 15, 2006 07:37 AM (ZaM5Y)
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"power-interact"
Is that what they're calling it now these days?
:-)
Posted by: Daniel at February 15, 2006 11:45 AM (GIhW0)
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Ha! Daniel beat me to the punch with the question.
Posted by: Desert Cat at February 15, 2006 04:35 PM (B2X7i)
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I was thinking about the hugging and kissing, but I'll be perfectly happy when matters progress.
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February 13, 2006
Wow.
I'm in Prof. Purkinje's guest room, looking at photographs he's taken over the years, and a colorful piece of iguana folk art that my then-partner and I gave him as a wedding present in 1990. There's a picture on the desk of him with another biologist I know quite well. And a tin can is used as a pen holder: he's had it for years, and it alludes to a group joke from our high school days. And I'm pretty sure that another print on the wall is one I gave him 20 years ago.
So naturally, I suspect him of tweaking the decor to make me feel at home. What I don't think he tweaked is the bookcase, which is astonishing to me—not because of the coincidental overlap in our tastes, but because it suddenly hits me how many books I got turned onto through him, when one adds up the high school recommendations to the college ones to those from when we were in our twenties. This isn't even counting my two favorite mystery writers (other than Dorothy L. Sayers, of course), who between them account for a full bookshelf of mine at home, but are not represented here. And then there are the 2-3 books I've actually recommended to him. The overlap is, on the whole, tremendous. Though he has more books, and he's actually read them.
I'm a proofreader. I read slowly. And—let's face it: my eyes are bigger than my eyes. Not that that's a bad thing . . . I hope.
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I refuse to believe you read slowly. I. Absolutely. Refuse.
Period.
Posted by: k at February 14, 2006 11:12 AM (Ffvoi)
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Robo-Raptor
So, Prof. Purkinje's son, age almost-nine, is showing me his
Robo-Raptor.
"Wow," I say. I'm really impressed. "Isn't he a cutie?"
"Cute?" He's appalled.
"I meant a butch sort of cute," I tell him.
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I got one of those for Christmas for my 6-year old daughter who loves dinosaurs (in contrast to her two older brothers - go figure).
It looks really cute walking through the kitchen wearing a pink feather boa.
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February 07, 2006
CPAC-bound
I'm headed out tonight on the redeye to D.C., to take up residence in
Blogger's Alley beginning Thursday morning. I'll be attending the Presidential Banquet as a civilian, so I can socialize better with a few of the
Cotillion babes.
I will need to do a bank job when I get back, since my fundraising fell a few hundred short of the mark. But that's okay. Unless someone has an alternative suggestion: after all, a bank is a Federal rap. Perhaps a jewelry store would be more practical. Anyway, I'm open to suggestions on that.
I'll try to get in some sightseeing tomorrow, and I'll have a little time on Sunday to do the same. Then it's off to Maryland for a few days, and home again home again, jiggety jog on Wednesday.
I virtually grew up in the Smithsonian during the years I lived in Md., but there probably won't be time to visit all my old haunts: I really want to see the WWII memorial, and if they're still giving tours of the J. Edgar Hoover building, I might do that.
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WAY COOL! 'Can't wait for your reports from the front.
Posted by: Sissy Willis at February 08, 2006 06:11 AM (FU1id)
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Have fun! Sleep well! Breathe good!
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February 03, 2006
Is This What It's Like, Being Normal?
I got the stents out today; therefore the blood and snot flow have slowed down, and . . .
I'M BREATHING THROUGH MY NOSE!
I mean, deep breaths. With my mouth closed. And it takes very little effort. It doesn't make a whole lot of noise, either.
Oxygen is my friend.
Maybe Attila the Hub and I should move into a little trailer, so I can give the house to my ENT doctor/surgeon, as a small token of my appreciation.
Alternatively, I might simply send him a box of candy or a basket of fruit. (No flowers: too many allergic people go through his office.) That might be an easier sell around the household.
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I found your blog because I was having the same problems you were having with Blogger back in September. Looks like they healed themselves without surgical intervention.
I hope your surgery heals fabulously and that life just gets better and better.
Posted by: Aviatrix at February 03, 2006 04:54 PM (//BKu)
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Oh my gracious!
CONGRATULATIONS!
Have you slept yet? No, of course not. Ate anything? Looked for any of those flowers to smell?
This is SO EXCITING! I can't STAND it!!!
I am SO GLAD you did this!
Okay. Quick. Go sleep and then come back and tell us if you noticed any change. PLEEEEEEZZZE?
Posted by: k at February 03, 2006 05:05 PM (Ffvoi)
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OH! OH! and THEN! We can ask Attila the Hub to go find your sleeping cocoon, and listen in, and see if you're snoring any more!
Posted by: k at February 03, 2006 05:07 PM (Ffvoi)
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Well, I still have a bit of a runny nose, but the cool thing about my new broadband nasal passages is that there can be mucus, and I can still breathe. I mean, there's room for both snot and air.
The doctor looked up my nostrils, and proclaimed them "beautiful." I found myself wondering whether he looks up his girlfriend's nose, and if so, if the sight is even more exquisite.
There's still some blood, but I don't have to wear the nasal dressing all over the place. So I think it's premature to expect full olfactory function.
I tried tilting my head back, going limp, and snoring. I did, but it was relatively quiet. So there may still be an issue in my throat. I'm wondering if the soft palate creates that little vibration. I'm thinking of going back to voice exercises, to tone up those muscles a bit: I have heard that singers don't snore.
I'll probably spend one more night on the couch, with the old pillowcases on the pillows in case of blood, and then I'll move back in with Attila the Hub.
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 03, 2006 05:20 PM (XbEp3)
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broadband! hee hee!
Okay. It's morning. How'd you sleep?
Posted by: k at February 04, 2006 06:30 AM (y6n8O)
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that sounds great!
also, singer here. kinda lazy one, but i snore occassionally. the thing is you want the soft palate to be mobile, i suppose there is some toning involved to be able to "lift or lower" it when needed, but i doubt it's something one could do in their sleep. i could also be smokin' crack. ;D
related, i've also heard about a study showing that humming can help with congestion.
Posted by: maggie katzen at February 04, 2006 09:54 AM (rVzXG)
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I slept lusciously, and woke up with my mouth open, but not dry in that way it usually is in the morning: often, I'm halfway to a sore throat by the time I wake up from mouth-breathing all night.
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Glad to hear!
Your gums(and teeth)are thanking you already. They may even stay around for another few years...
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Posted by: k at February 04, 2006 12:40 PM (Ffvoi)
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I'm getting so much oxygen that I have a lot more energy. It really is quite impressive.
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 04, 2006 10:19 PM (XbEp3)
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Female Trouble
I used to claim that although I could be as catty and competitive as the next girl, I never ever started a feud with another woman, but only responded when others began sending me that competitive vibe.
I'm pretty sure I was full of shit about that.
There's a woman whom I admire greatly and see a few times a month. She's intelligent, beautiful, and cultured. She has a good job and can afford extremely nice clothes and expensive hair treatments.
She seems increasingly edgy with me, and my first impulse is to wonder what her damned problem is. But I know I can be as passive-aggressive as the next person. I also know that I suspected my husband of having a crush on her for a while. (He denies this.) So there's every possibility that I've been oozing animus toward her without quite admitting it to myself.
The trick is to figure out what sorts of bullshit I've been pulling, and apologize for it.
I'm too old for this shit, and it's time to nip it in the bud.
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I once asked the internet the simple "why does she hate me?" question and received a simple answer.
"Because you are younger, better looking, make more money, or you stole her boyfriend."
I blinked twice, and suddenly pitied the woman instead of dreading her.
Posted by: Aviatrix at February 03, 2006 04:59 PM (//BKu)
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That works, and I've done it. But it's more effective when the other person is the asshole. In this situation, I suspect I might be the asshole.
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 03, 2006 05:23 PM (XbEp3)
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