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Fascinating

February 29, 2008 Leave a comment

Did you know you can find very fascinating things at the Wayback Machine? For instance, all of the old original main page layouts (before I got good at it - click on all of those individual words because they all go to different index layout examples because I’ve always had ADD when it comes to journal designs) at the old snerkology.com site, that I have totally forgotten about until now, can be seen here. Which is cool, and kind of creepy in that NOTHING goes away forever, even when you think you’ve deleted it.

I’ve gone back to First Person Particular/Mighty Like a Rose.  Sites that used to be lost to me.  And Shelleyness!  And Lucidity/New Brunette.  Perforated Lines.  Weird Aunt Kate.  And so many journalers that are gone now, that have taken down their archives.  Gone, but not completely.  It’s like being a spy.  Or an archaeologist.

Categories: WTF

Party people in the house, move!

February 29, 2008 Leave a comment

Friday night, and the feelin’s, alright.

Calvin and I just got back from a happy hour with an esteemed former colleague.  And I actually mean that.  The guy has had a lot of success, and nobody could deserve it more.  Except, of course, for me.

Doesn’t stop us from being kind of envious, though.  I’m just sayin’.  Adoption into some sort of an allowance would make me peachy-keen happy.

C&C Music Factory.  To the point, they’re nice.  Dance till ya can’t, dance till ya can’t, dance till ya can’t dance no more.

And you should have seen that BEFORE the invention of the backspace key.  I heart Captain and Diets.  Woo.

Categories: drrrrrunk, humor

What we’re doing

February 28, 2008 16 comments

Okay, I’ve protested it long and hard, but maybe I am the entertainment committee. Dammit. Calvin and I have been discussing our desire to get up and out on the weekends, without spending a lot of money. So it’s up to me to figure out what that’s going to be.

I’m going to attempt (key word, my gentle snowflakes) to post a month’s worth of weekend activities – a schedule, if you will – just prior to the first weekend of a new month. Which we are going to attempt (gentle snowflakes) to follow, take pictures of, bask in the glory of, write riveting entries about, etc. Bottom line, it might not be highly exciting, but it’s something to do.

Our imaginations aren’t that great, though, so if any of you guys have suggestions for (cheap) stuff to keep our asses entertained, please leave it in the comments! I will love you forever.

March 1 (Saturday): Hiking in Sedona (poor Calvin)
March 2 (Sunday): Historic District and Downtown Gilbert motorcycle ride

March 8 (Saturday): Arizona Beer Festival (it’s not cheap, but it only comes once a year and it’s beer)
March 9 (Sunday): Ostrich Festival

March 15 (Saturday): Sabino Canyon in Tucson
March 16 (Sunday):  Desert Botanical Garden (butterfly exhibit)

March 22 (Saturday): Baseball spring training game
March 23 (Sunday): Apache Trail/Canyon Lake motor ride

March 29 (Saturday): Tempe Art Festival
March 30 (Sunday): Canoeing in Prescott

Book Meme

February 27, 2008 8 comments

Borrowed from The Taoist Biker:

1. What is your favorite passage/line from a book?

There are so many wonderful turns of phrase, descriptive paragraphs, and ingenious feats of writerly strength out there that it’s impossible for me to have a favorite. One that comes to mind, though, is the very first passage of a book that made me cry, and still makes me cry every time I read it:

“So the spring days came and went, the sky grew clearer, the earth greener, the flowers were up fairly early, and the birds came back in time to say goodbye to Beth, who, like a tired but trustful child, clung to the hands that had led her all her life, as Father and Mother guided her tenderly through the Valley of the Shadow, and gave her up to God.” – From “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott

2. What do you consider the best film adaptation from a book? What do you think is the worst film adaptation?

As far as the best is concerned, I’d probably say the Lord of the Rings and subsequent movies. I thought they did a pretty good job and stayed faithful to the books as much as they could. They left a lot out, but DAMN was that series intricate.

From what I’ve heard, the adaptation of The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper into movie form was a total unmitigated disaster. Since I already know it won’t live up to my VERY exacting standards (as any adaptation of that particular book would have to be incredible to be successful to me), I refuse to see the movie.

3. What is the first book you remember reading?

The first memory of reading a book that I have is laying on my bed in the bedroom I had at my mother’s house. I was probably six at the time, and I was pouring over the entire Laura Ingalls Wilder series. I started reading very early as a child and was into chapter books by the time I reached the first grade. My favorite of that series was “Farmer Boy” – I always identified more with books about little boys than little girls, it seems (Hardy Boys won over Nancy Drew, for example, and Little Men over Little Women).

4. Did you have a favorite kids’ book as a child?

These are the favorites that stand out in my memory – The Dark is Rising sequence by Susan Cooper, Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss (which I read before I saw the Disney movie, by the way!), The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle (also read before seeing the movie!), all of the Anne of Green Gables books by LM Montgomery, Little Women and Little Men by Louisa May Alcott, the Five Little Peppers books by Margaret Sidney, the Emily trilogy by L.M. Montgomery, Danny the Champion of the World by Roald Dahl, The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles by Julie Andrews Edwards, Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh, My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George, The Haunted Cove by Elizabeth Baldwin Hazelton, Misty of Chicoteague by Marguerite Henry, The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, the Wrinkle in Time series by Madalyn L’Engle, Snow Treasure by Marie McSwigan, Earthseed by Pamela Sargent, the Mary Poppins trilogy by P.L. Travers (also read before seeing the Disney movie), and Charlotte’s Web, The Trumpet of the Swan, and Stuart Little by E.B. White. And these are just off the top of my head.

5. What book did you hate reading for a school assignment?

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. I just plainly didn’t like the books. They were boring to me, which is probably horrifying to any classic-philes out there.

6. What is the most recent book you read (or are currently reading)?

I just finished re-reading Old Man’s Warby John Scalzi. It’s one of the few 10/10 ratings I’ve ever given on a book.

7. What book would you most like to see turned into a movie?

Any or all of the Pern books by Anne McCaffrey. Also her book The Lady. Or Old Man’s War, while we’re at it. That’d be cool. Any of Laurell K. Hamilton’s “Anita” books would be fun, too. Tad Williams’ Memory, Sorrow and Thorn trilogy would make an interesting movie, or series of movies (the only books by him I like, by the way… the others were just… too much and I couldn’t get through them).

8. What book did you cheat and read the “Cliff Notes” version?

None, actually. I’ve never even cracked open a Cliff Notes.

9. What book would you never read again, no matter how much someone was going to pay you?

Well. I’m sure if I were getting paid an obscene amount of money I’d read any book out there. The answers I gave for #5 do come to mind, though.  I mean, if a book is THAT BAD, I just stop reading it.  I don’t have a problem not finishing a book if it doesn’t hold my interest.

10. Are you more of a library or book store person?

At the moment I’m more of a book store person, but I used to be a heavy library user.

11. Have you tried audio books? Do you like them?

The only audio book I’ve ever listened to was The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy written and read by Douglas Adams. I get British humor a lot more when I hear it in its native tongue. It was fun, but I’d rather read than listen to a book. I’m a very fast reader.

12. Has any movie ever inspired you to then read the book on which it was based?

No, but I have gone back and re-read a previously read book after seeing the movie version. The Lord of the Rings, all of the Harry Potter books, and The Chronicles of Narnia come to mind.

13. Describe a passage from a book that made you cry.

When the dogs died in Where the Red Fern Grow. I won’t re-read that book to this day because I was traumatized.

14. What is your favorite book series?

All of the series mentioned in # 4, as a child. As an adult I’d say the aforementioned “Memory, Sorrow and Thorn” trilogy by Tad Williams, the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, the Harry Potter series (read as an adult, though they are children’s books) by JK Rowling, the Pern series by Anne McCaffrey, and the Valdemar series by Mercedes Lackey.

15. Describe your favorite place to read.

At my grandmother’s house, there was a patch of grass on the side of a hill right underneath a poplar tree that was softer and greener than the rest. I would lay there all the time, alternating between reading and staring up at the branches of the tree. I would fall asleep there, a lot of times. I wish I was there right now.

Categories: books, meme

Nonpoint

February 26, 2008 11 comments

Do you ever get the feeling that you’re living your entire life, filling it with details and actions and stuff and things and completely missing the point of everything? I look at the things that we do to fill the time, to make the paycheck, to keep the house going, to keep the mundanity of our lives tock tock tocking along…

For what? For fucking WHAT are we doing these things?

I was brought up to believe that I should lead a purpose-filled life. Purpose in faith, purpose in career, purpose in family, purpose in… whatever. In something I believe in, something that moves me and speaks to me. Something defining and real. And yet lately… no, not even lately, but for years I have lived my life according to what comes next, rather than what comes now. The moment I’m in is rarely the moment I want. I want the next weekend, the next bonus, the next vacation, the next something that isn’t what is right now. The next reality that seems, by its very nature of being ahead of me, that it must be better than here and now.

What is my real purpose? WHAT, exactly, do I want to be doing with myself during this short time that I inhabit this mortal shell? I have no fucking clue. I know who I want to be doing whatever this purpose is with- my husband. But beyond that, when you get right down to the absolute bottom of this whole crapfest, I have no idea what will make me feel fulfilled. What will make me feel like I am really LIVING this life instead of existing during its duration.

My life is absolutely worth more than a decent paycheck, a clean house, and the sum of the garbage that’s wheeled out to the curb every Monday morning. I am doing nothing with this chance that I’ve been given. This is fucking it, this is all I get, and I’m wasting it worrying about debt and taxes and my goddamn yearly fucking review? Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.

I’m tired of just existing. I want more, but not the “more” of things or possessions. I want more feeling. I want more soul. I want more joy, more richness of experience, more color and action and peace and the tranquility of spirit that I know has to come with feeling that you are in the right place (spiritual, mental, physical) living the right life. I want to belong – to myself first, to my life’s joy next.

There is something grossly askew with my life – with our life, since I know I can speak for Calvin on this one, too. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that when he reads this – before he gets to the end, even – he will be nodding his head up and down and saying, “Exactly.” So thank God that this one part of my soul – it’s mate – is the way it should be. Because everything else is fucked all to hell.

This is not the way my life is supposed to be. This is not the sum of my parts. This is not the reality of who I really am. Whatever this nonsense is that I do to keep up with whatever this nonsense is that I set in motion. I do NOT want to look back a year from now – read this entry, a year from now – and say to myself, “Yep, great epiphany there, Laura. Now what exactly did you do about it? Why nothing at all!”

Fuck. I don’t have a clue on how to fix this. I don’t even know how or where to start.  For once, writing myself out hasn’t cleared anything up for me at all.

Categories: Headspace

Confession.

February 26, 2008 9 comments

I spend almost exactly half of my time thinking I’m pretty cool, pretty decent, pretty smart, pretty lovable.  I spend almost exactly half of my time thinking that I suck at everything, I’m a horrible person, and I’m just not… enough.

Categories: Headspace

Things I am annoyed about today.

February 26, 2008 5 comments

Somehow AcronymCo has managed to screw up hard boiled eggs. This morning I had the worst egg experience of my life. Who knew that was screw-uppable?

<soapbox> 

I think my husband resents my diversified hobbies and interests. I am very rarely bored. He, however, has the refrain “I’m bored” on constant repeat (AND those words will pop out of his mouth three seconds after coming home from, oh, say an afternoon and two hundred dollars spent at the drag races). I really REALLY think that “you own your own attitude”. You own your own mood, your own state of boredom, your own happiness. If any one of those things is not to your liking, it’s not something anyone other than yourself can fix.

Childish behavior in adults really ticks me off. People in their thirties (and beyond) that act like they’re in eighth grade need to get over themselves. “He said/she said” games have no place being played amongst grown-ups. If something needs to be said to someone, say it. If an opinion needs to be expressed, let it be known. Talking behind someones back is total bullshit. Life is too short, people. Grow the fuck up.

Self-examination is an excellent skill to cultivate. So instead of constantly throwing someone else under the bus, please spend as much time and effort reviewing your own behavior, actions, and attitudes. There is room for improvement. It is not necessary to constantly point out someone else’s flaws in an attempt to deflect attention from your own. Trust me, it’s not working.

People who don’t try their hardest or put forth their best effort, but instead just whine incessantly about something they could change (fix, figure out, accomplish) if they just tried, piss me right off. Do your job and stop trying to get other people to do it for you or make your life easier for you. Own your shit.

Finally, I’m saving the simplest request for last. Treat me as you would like me to treat you.  Crap in equals crap out.  My natural innate cheeriness gets hampered when exposed to enough negativity.

</soapbox>

**Edited to add: I just re-read this and “heard” what it sounded like.  Only that very first thing was about Calvin… everything else wasn’t.  Just wanted to make that clear.

Categories: Headspace, Journal, WTF, bitching

Hello, addiction.

February 25, 2008 4 comments

I can’t stop playing this.

Categories: crack

I am my own pimp.

February 24, 2008 Leave a comment

This week’s WFN wisdom: Menu Planning.

Categories: Food, Pimp

The animals are winning.

February 24, 2008 Leave a comment

Oz has Zoe doing his dirty work for him.

Before we got Zoe, Oz would pester us in the morning if we’ve overslept (according to HIM, anyway).  He’d meow in his raspy, LOUD tone at the bedroom door, jiggle the door handle if the door was locked, or open the door and waltz in if the door was not locked.  He’d jump up on the bed, march march march march on whatever body part was handy, and get us to get up and feed him.

Now that we have Zoe, Oz has a scapegoatcat in crime that gets the deed done for him, without him being the cat in trouble.  Zoe is more persistent and more immune to our efforts to “SCAT!” her.  She just comes right back like a boomerang.  Or a particularly oblivious rubber ball.  And her little meow is so NOT obnoxious that it’s hard to get annoyed (well, okay, not that hard, but still). It’s like she’s saying, “Um, hello? Hi? I hate to bother you, but I’m hungry? Please? I love you?  Le mew?” She’s such a mousy little thing.

Cheeto is in on the conspiracy, too.  This morning he would NOT stop pacing and scrabbling around in his tank.  Which is right next to my head.  The pellets we use as bedding are particularly loud at DAWN.  He and Lucy are now pretty firmly out of their brumation cycle for the year, I believe, so this is how we’re probably going to get woken up every morning until next November.

So that’s how this morning went.  Zoe is at it at the door, Cheeto WILL NOT STOP with his scrabbling, Calvin is nudging me (and then kicking when I didn’t move it) to feed the damn animals already and get them to SHUT UP, and I just gave it all up and got out of bed. 

Pet ownership is SUCH a delight.

(I’m planning on putting up a “cast of characters” section on the “About” page so newcomers can be less confused over my pet (and people) references.  Look for that soon!) (Edited to add: Done!)

Categories: Home, pets