Erica is home until Sunday, and I am getting back on Saturday afternoon and staying [car-less] at my parents' place in Rudolph until my grandmother's 90th birthday (and my mother's 60th) party on the 30th. Then I'm off to Michigan for another week. Who else will be in town this/next week?
12.21.2006
After the shortest day of the year, which was overcast and rainy, I will be very happy to leave the San Francisco Winter behind me for Sunny Wisconsin Rapids.
Erica is home until Sunday, and I am getting back on Saturday afternoon and staying [car-less] at my parents' place in Rudolph until my grandmother's 90th birthday (and my mother's 60th) party on the 30th. Then I'm off to Michigan for another week. Who else will be in town this/next week?
Erica is home until Sunday, and I am getting back on Saturday afternoon and staying [car-less] at my parents' place in Rudolph until my grandmother's 90th birthday (and my mother's 60th) party on the 30th. Then I'm off to Michigan for another week. Who else will be in town this/next week?
12.05.2006
This just in: Elderly Nuns Joins Priests in Molest-Little-Boys Campaign.
Ew.
* * *
If you had a final exam scheduled for 1:00 on Thursday, December 14, would you buy an expensive plane ticket to fly to your home state on Wednesday, December 13?
Well...of course not. But let's pretend for a moment that you did.
If you were unable to attend the final exam, would you wait until a week before the exam -- the second to last class period! -- to tell your teacher? Of course not. Especially if your final was a 50-point group presentation. You know there's no way to make up a group presentation that includes a question-and-answer session, so you'd better make prior arrangements if skipping the final is an absolute must -- which, unless someone died, it isn't. (Never mind that you'd be screwing your group by leaving early and just not telling them about it.)
You would understand when your teacher explained that there's no way to make up the presentation points -- especially if you sprung the news on her at the last minute. Of course, being the rational person that you are, you would talk to your teacher before booking the plane ticket, because you'd want to determine the consequences of skipping the final. Then you'd weigh those consequences against the higher price of flying a few days later. You certainly would not be a dick to the teacher about your own mistake -- especially when your classmates, who are supposedly working on their group projects, are listening in. You would definitely not try to make the teacher out to be the asshole. Not that your classmates would buy your bullshit anyway. They know the teacher would be the asshole if she changed the rules for you -- rules that were established back in October, when your classmate inquired about leaving the state before the final exam.
If you were a college freshmen and this was your first finals week, wouldn't you be extra cautious not to fuck it up? You'd think. Some people are evidently oblivious to the way it all works, and assume that finals week works like any other week -- some people apparently think classes meet at their regular times and on their regular days. Some people think that since their class meets on Tuesday and Thursday at 2:30, the class will convene at 2:30 on Tuesday and Thursday during finals week as well -- despite the teacher's reminders about the final exam time and date. Some people seem to think it's OK to book a plane ticket for Thursday, because hell...there's class on Tuesday, and so there must also be final presentations on Tuesday, and it's OK to skip the final final. After all, the syllabus says that students are allowed 4 absences... WTF?
I'm so glad I wasn't one of those freshmen who needed a severe slap in the face to wake me up to the reality that no one was going to change my diapers in college.
Ew.
* * *
If you had a final exam scheduled for 1:00 on Thursday, December 14, would you buy an expensive plane ticket to fly to your home state on Wednesday, December 13?
Well...of course not. But let's pretend for a moment that you did.
If you were unable to attend the final exam, would you wait until a week before the exam -- the second to last class period! -- to tell your teacher? Of course not. Especially if your final was a 50-point group presentation. You know there's no way to make up a group presentation that includes a question-and-answer session, so you'd better make prior arrangements if skipping the final is an absolute must -- which, unless someone died, it isn't. (Never mind that you'd be screwing your group by leaving early and just not telling them about it.)
You would understand when your teacher explained that there's no way to make up the presentation points -- especially if you sprung the news on her at the last minute. Of course, being the rational person that you are, you would talk to your teacher before booking the plane ticket, because you'd want to determine the consequences of skipping the final. Then you'd weigh those consequences against the higher price of flying a few days later. You certainly would not be a dick to the teacher about your own mistake -- especially when your classmates, who are supposedly working on their group projects, are listening in. You would definitely not try to make the teacher out to be the asshole. Not that your classmates would buy your bullshit anyway. They know the teacher would be the asshole if she changed the rules for you -- rules that were established back in October, when your classmate inquired about leaving the state before the final exam.
If you were a college freshmen and this was your first finals week, wouldn't you be extra cautious not to fuck it up? You'd think. Some people are evidently oblivious to the way it all works, and assume that finals week works like any other week -- some people apparently think classes meet at their regular times and on their regular days. Some people think that since their class meets on Tuesday and Thursday at 2:30, the class will convene at 2:30 on Tuesday and Thursday during finals week as well -- despite the teacher's reminders about the final exam time and date. Some people seem to think it's OK to book a plane ticket for Thursday, because hell...there's class on Tuesday, and so there must also be final presentations on Tuesday, and it's OK to skip the final final. After all, the syllabus says that students are allowed 4 absences... WTF?
I'm so glad I wasn't one of those freshmen who needed a severe slap in the face to wake me up to the reality that no one was going to change my diapers in college.
12.02.2006
Have people heard of this?
http://englishrussia.com
Amazing shit practically every day.
Of the most recent, I'd recommend
Subway Incident
and
Tunnel Incidents
PS. Tunnels scare the shit out of me. I'm able to drive through them, I know that the odds of me getting hit or something falling [when not in Russia] are practically zero, but I have a lot of anxiety. Recently, I drove on the bottom of the Bay Bridge - it was less scary than I thought it would be, but thankfully, traffic was light. I didn't have time to remember those scenes of the Golden Gate Bridge after that earthquake during the '89 world series.
http://englishrussia.com
Amazing shit practically every day.
Of the most recent, I'd recommend
Subway Incident
and
Tunnel Incidents
PS. Tunnels scare the shit out of me. I'm able to drive through them, I know that the odds of me getting hit or something falling [when not in Russia] are practically zero, but I have a lot of anxiety. Recently, I drove on the bottom of the Bay Bridge - it was less scary than I thought it would be, but thankfully, traffic was light. I didn't have time to remember those scenes of the Golden Gate Bridge after that earthquake during the '89 world series.
11.20.2006
There is nothing quite like spending more than a few hours with Arnolds, especially when you don't have your mom or sister [or Dad, but Mom and Jolene were with me for a while this weekend] around for solace. But that is just what I did. Originally, I was just spending Sunday with them, which was bad enough, given the constant arguing* over what to do, even after a decision was made, then the inability for my relatives to understand that when I say "I need to sit in the front seat or I get sick" I also mean "I hit my head really hard three years ago and as a consequence get really sick when you do the stop and go driving and even sicker when you make me sit in the back, so for christ's sake, let me sit in the front, I have a disability".
Anyway - I was in sunny San Diego this weekend for a cousin's wedding. There were several Arnolds there, and I realized that the other side of my cousin's family is full of New Yorkers. Consequently, our side of the aisle never shut up during the wedding. The ceremony was a very nice outdoor ceremony, and instead of unity candles, the bride and groom poured different colored sand into a fancy vase. Afterwards, the reception featured *FREE* margaritas** and some great Mexican food. I got quite toasted, then thoroughly depressed myself by calling my boyfriend. I danced a little bit, then had some tequila at last call. It was a bad idea, but I impressed my cousins with my tequila drinking abilities, ole!
The trip was quite nice, actually. And Arnolds are not bad, especially in small doses (like one on one), but they are loud and that can stress me out after a while. My cousin Amy and her husband brought their baby and because of my affinity for small mammals, I doted on her all weekend. She is a little fussier than the other babies I've handled, and one morning, she cried for a loooong time - that terribly cry that turns into screaming. She was over-tired, possibly hungry, and is also teething. But she was also terribly cute, as all babies are. My favorite part was when she would grab my hands, then lift herself up on her feet. I also liked it when she made happy baby noises.
But I thought I would leave the Arnolds for San Ramon on Sunday night, but San Diego got a lot of fog. My flight was cancelled. When my uncle came to pick me up, I commented that “San Diego needs to learn what severe weather really is” and Ben commented that flights would have taken off in Milwaukee. I responded “yes, to crash into the lake”. But it really was foggy. So I rescheduled, and it was for a 2:30pm flight – the earliest I could get. The only problem was that, you know, I have a job on Monday. Actually – it was more than that – I thought I had to meet a contractor at 7 in the AM, so after some crying, I booked the flight. Then I called to make sure my car, parked at a BART parking lot, would not be towed. I talked to the security people, telling them to please not ticket my car (more crying), then I bucked up, and began calling my boss and the VLCA front desk, leaving messages. This morning, I made more calls, and finally learned that the contractor wasn’t coming in and I could either take the day as vacation or make it up on Friday.
But, of course, that meant one more day (or morning, at least) with the Arnolds…..
*It wasn't really arguing - only loud talking, which is seriously just as bad.
**speaking of which - did I mention that I may go here as early as February?
Anyway - I was in sunny San Diego this weekend for a cousin's wedding. There were several Arnolds there, and I realized that the other side of my cousin's family is full of New Yorkers. Consequently, our side of the aisle never shut up during the wedding. The ceremony was a very nice outdoor ceremony, and instead of unity candles, the bride and groom poured different colored sand into a fancy vase. Afterwards, the reception featured *FREE* margaritas** and some great Mexican food. I got quite toasted, then thoroughly depressed myself by calling my boyfriend. I danced a little bit, then had some tequila at last call. It was a bad idea, but I impressed my cousins with my tequila drinking abilities, ole!
The trip was quite nice, actually. And Arnolds are not bad, especially in small doses (like one on one), but they are loud and that can stress me out after a while. My cousin Amy and her husband brought their baby and because of my affinity for small mammals, I doted on her all weekend. She is a little fussier than the other babies I've handled, and one morning, she cried for a loooong time - that terribly cry that turns into screaming. She was over-tired, possibly hungry, and is also teething. But she was also terribly cute, as all babies are. My favorite part was when she would grab my hands, then lift herself up on her feet. I also liked it when she made happy baby noises.
But I thought I would leave the Arnolds for San Ramon on Sunday night, but San Diego got a lot of fog. My flight was cancelled. When my uncle came to pick me up, I commented that “San Diego needs to learn what severe weather really is” and Ben commented that flights would have taken off in Milwaukee. I responded “yes, to crash into the lake”. But it really was foggy. So I rescheduled, and it was for a 2:30pm flight – the earliest I could get. The only problem was that, you know, I have a job on Monday. Actually – it was more than that – I thought I had to meet a contractor at 7 in the AM, so after some crying, I booked the flight. Then I called to make sure my car, parked at a BART parking lot, would not be towed. I talked to the security people, telling them to please not ticket my car (more crying), then I bucked up, and began calling my boss and the VLCA front desk, leaving messages. This morning, I made more calls, and finally learned that the contractor wasn’t coming in and I could either take the day as vacation or make it up on Friday.
But, of course, that meant one more day (or morning, at least) with the Arnolds…..
*It wasn't really arguing - only loud talking, which is seriously just as bad.
**speaking of which - did I mention that I may go here as early as February?
11.08.2006
There's nothing quite like feeling safe on your campus:
At approximately 10:00 p.m. on Saturday, Nov. 4, a pedestrian received a minor gunshot wound while walking near 40th Avenue and Providence East Loop. The suspects were in a Dodge Neon (color unknown). The victim ran through the woods and ended up at the MAC apartments where a resident called the police. The Anchorage Police Department is investigating this incident as a gang related shooting.
While this incident does not directly impact the campus, it does remind us that violence can occur anywhere and anytime. The University Police Department asks the community to remember the following safety tips.
While walking across campus:
• Be aware of your surroundings and alert for suspicious people or dangerous situations
• “Buddy up” when possible or call UPD for an escort
• Learn the locations of the emergency phones and memorize UPD’s phone number – 786-1120
While entering your car/driving:
• Have your keys in your hand and ready to insert into the lock as you approach your car
• Lock your doors after entering
• Secure your belongings out of sight - preferably in the trunk
While in buildings:
• Don’t leave belongings unattended
• If you use a locker buy a good padlock
• Lock your office, residence hall or apartment door
• Be aware of hallway and elevator phones that automatically ring to UPD Dispatch
Always:
• Report suspicious people or activities
• Be security conscious by watching out for the well being of others
• If you are the victim of a crime, report it
Please remember that safety is everybody’s business.
The shooting happened within spitting distance of the bus stop I wait at when I ride the bus to/from school. And since it gets dark at 5:00 now, I'm pretty much always riding the bus home in the dark. (Fortunately, bus days are few and far between now that I have a car. That used to be my every-day routine.) That street divides the hospital from the campus. The Mac Apartments are about 3 feet from the building where I lived my freshman year. Man, life is tough in Alaska.
At approximately 10:00 p.m. on Saturday, Nov. 4, a pedestrian received a minor gunshot wound while walking near 40th Avenue and Providence East Loop. The suspects were in a Dodge Neon (color unknown). The victim ran through the woods and ended up at the MAC apartments where a resident called the police. The Anchorage Police Department is investigating this incident as a gang related shooting.
While this incident does not directly impact the campus, it does remind us that violence can occur anywhere and anytime. The University Police Department asks the community to remember the following safety tips.
While walking across campus:
• Be aware of your surroundings and alert for suspicious people or dangerous situations
• “Buddy up” when possible or call UPD for an escort
• Learn the locations of the emergency phones and memorize UPD’s phone number – 786-1120
While entering your car/driving:
• Have your keys in your hand and ready to insert into the lock as you approach your car
• Lock your doors after entering
• Secure your belongings out of sight - preferably in the trunk
While in buildings:
• Don’t leave belongings unattended
• If you use a locker buy a good padlock
• Lock your office, residence hall or apartment door
• Be aware of hallway and elevator phones that automatically ring to UPD Dispatch
Always:
• Report suspicious people or activities
• Be security conscious by watching out for the well being of others
• If you are the victim of a crime, report it
Please remember that safety is everybody’s business.
The shooting happened within spitting distance of the bus stop I wait at when I ride the bus to/from school. And since it gets dark at 5:00 now, I'm pretty much always riding the bus home in the dark. (Fortunately, bus days are few and far between now that I have a car. That used to be my every-day routine.) That street divides the hospital from the campus. The Mac Apartments are about 3 feet from the building where I lived my freshman year. Man, life is tough in Alaska.
10.31.2006
Random: How many teenagers lost their virginity after prom night in 1998, awkwardly fumbling around in the back seat of a car while Savage Garden's "Truly Madly Deeply" played on the local Top 40 station? Just wondering.
Only in Alabama: A teenager rapes his mother, who is passed out drunk on the trailer sofa.
Only in Alabama: A teenager rapes his mother, who is passed out drunk on the trailer sofa.
10.20.2006
As part of Jacob's new job as R&D Specialist for Cellcom he gets to use/play with new phones that haven't even come out yet just to see how he likes them and what they can make better or do away with. One is super cool and I'm excited for it to come out, but I can't say anything before hand. This is definitely his dream job! So what exactly are you doing Urs? Maybe I missed that post ... sorry!
10.19.2006
The VLCA gave me a Blackberry. Right now, under the excuse of "learning how to use my new tool", I have been looking at things like LJ, webmail, Blogger, etc to find out what I can and can't do.
I can't do anything requiring java, run flash cartoons - HomestarRunner so far, I haven't tried, say, the Project Runway* site - or, for some reason, log into LJ. I can read my umich email, read and comment on LJ, and log into and post in Blogger.
I feel like such a yuppie.
Update: I also cannot get this blog to load. I wonder if it is because of the underscores in the URL, but that seems stupid.
*Did anyone else get into that show? The [second part of the] season finale was on last night. I have also been listening to Tim Gunn's podcasts at work because they are entertaining and the only such thing I know of that doesn't have copyright issues. I like the show because the contestants need skill, talent, and desire that the vast majority of people don't have and the demeanor of the show is very professional. There is drama, of course, but there aren't temper tantrums on the runway.
I can't do anything requiring java, run flash cartoons - HomestarRunner so far, I haven't tried, say, the Project Runway* site - or, for some reason, log into LJ. I can read my umich email, read and comment on LJ, and log into and post in Blogger.
I feel like such a yuppie.
Update: I also cannot get this blog to load. I wonder if it is because of the underscores in the URL, but that seems stupid.
*Did anyone else get into that show? The [second part of the] season finale was on last night. I have also been listening to Tim Gunn's podcasts at work because they are entertaining and the only such thing I know of that doesn't have copyright issues. I like the show because the contestants need skill, talent, and desire that the vast majority of people don't have and the demeanor of the show is very professional. There is drama, of course, but there aren't temper tantrums on the runway.
10.05.2006
So yesterday, I learned that a certain gap-toothed minority member of the cabinet used to be a board member for the corporation for which I now work. God help me if I have to ever watch her give a speech. Call me superficial, but I've never been able to look at or listen to her long enough to find out if she ever has anything to say.
9.20.2006
Why haven't any of you TOLD me about this?! I live in Alaska -- word doesn't travel this far north so quickly. Evidently Wisconsin Rapids is putting impeaching Bush on the ballot in the November election.
Details here.
I predict an absurdly high (in a good way!) voter turnout.
Details here.
I predict an absurdly high (in a good way!) voter turnout.
9.11.2006
9.04.2006
Well, I have some news that might make you all a little happier!
There's going to be 2 Labor Days next year! One is going to be in March, April, or May and the other one will be the usual :) Get it?! Here's Ella to give you guys a hand!
Turn her around and ...
and if you still haven't gotten it ... WE ARE ...
There's going to be 2 Labor Days next year! One is going to be in March, April, or May and the other one will be the usual :) Get it?! Here's Ella to give you guys a hand!
Turn her around and ...
and if you still haven't gotten it ... WE ARE ...
This is so sad to me. I remember that Sig and Erica were the ones that originally told me about this guy...
http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=232667>1=7703
http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=232667>1=7703
8.26.2006
Question.
Anyone know of a good over-the-counter pain medication?
I got the biggest mother of a headache last night. Now, recalling past experiences with aspirin-products, I opted NOT to take the Excedrine we have in the apartment, being that it's loaded with caffeine, and this was right before bedtime. So, I tossed and turned for an hour or so before finally falling asleep. I woke up this morning to take the dog out and get breakfast for Kieron, only to discover that said headache is still pounding away at my skull. Went back to sleep. Few hours later, wake up, and headache is still being a pussy bitch. So I caved and took some Excedrine. That was four hours ago, and I'm still having the shakes and feeling faint and sweaty. It's a toss-up as to which is worse--the headache or the jitters. I don't want to take Ibuprofin or Aleve either, since the labels warn of possible stomach bleeding. Is there a natural cure for headaches that doesn't involve possible hemorraging or caffeinated convulsing?
Anyone know of a good over-the-counter pain medication?
I got the biggest mother of a headache last night. Now, recalling past experiences with aspirin-products, I opted NOT to take the Excedrine we have in the apartment, being that it's loaded with caffeine, and this was right before bedtime. So, I tossed and turned for an hour or so before finally falling asleep. I woke up this morning to take the dog out and get breakfast for Kieron, only to discover that said headache is still pounding away at my skull. Went back to sleep. Few hours later, wake up, and headache is still being a pussy bitch. So I caved and took some Excedrine. That was four hours ago, and I'm still having the shakes and feeling faint and sweaty. It's a toss-up as to which is worse--the headache or the jitters. I don't want to take Ibuprofin or Aleve either, since the labels warn of possible stomach bleeding. Is there a natural cure for headaches that doesn't involve possible hemorraging or caffeinated convulsing?
8.22.2006
It's been a billion years since I posted! Anyways, I'm sure I'm way behind and everyone already knows about this site, but if you don't you have to check it out. I know you all love music tons - www.pandora.com - it's the sweetest site. You type in a artist or song name and then it comes up with tons of songs similar and you can thumb up or thumb down and it'll just play music continously. I love it - my songs on ITunes get old and I can't afford to keep buying new ones, so this is like radio without crappy songs!
8.21.2006
I guess its time for the announcement.
I got a job. Well, not just a job, a good job, a great job, a job that could potentially be the job of my dreams. I will be getting paid a hefty sum plus benefits to work for [the Very Large Corporation of America or the VLCA]. I will get to travel because my job is consulting for the different parts of the company in at least 180 different countries around the world. The countries I'm most likely to visit include
I got a job. Well, not just a job, a good job, a great job, a job that could potentially be the job of my dreams. I will be getting paid a hefty sum plus benefits to work for [the Very Large Corporation of America or the VLCA]. I will get to travel because my job is consulting for the different parts of the company in at least 180 different countries around the world. The countries I'm most likely to visit include
- Africa
- Angola, Chad, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Republic of the Congo, Cote d'Ivoire, Equatorial Guinea, Kenya, Libya, Nigeria, Sao Tome and Principe, and South Africa
- Asia and the Pacific
- Australia, Azerbaijan, Bangladesh, Burma, Cambodia, China, Georgia, India, Indonesia, Japan, Kazakhstan, South Korea, Kuwait, New Zealand, Pakistan, Philippines, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Singapore, Thailand, Turkey, and Vietnam
- Europe
- Belgium, Denmark, Faroe Islands, France, Netherlands, Norway, and the United Kingdom
- The Americas
- Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Colombia, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Trinidad and Tobago, and Venezuela
I'm pretending that searching for my students-to-be on MySpace, Facebook, and the Alaska Court System counts as productivity. Because if it doesn't, I'd have to read the stupid composition textbook to be productive. (Is this searching business unethical? I mean, they're putting their info in a public space...)
So far, I've found several interesting students:
28-year-old gay guy/figure skating fanatic
One has legally changed his name
2 students have violations for tinted windows
One girl's boyfriend looks like Will Smith. They evidently make out a lot -- or just take pictures regularly.
One has a trust fund.
PS: Some of my students were born in 1988. 1988! Crazy.
So far, I've found several interesting students:
28-year-old gay guy/figure skating fanatic
One has legally changed his name
2 students have violations for tinted windows
One girl's boyfriend looks like Will Smith. They evidently make out a lot -- or just take pictures regularly.
One has a trust fund.
PS: Some of my students were born in 1988. 1988! Crazy.
8.20.2006
Why are theater people so awful?
Lately I've been thinking, when I see a play or musical; are the talents as wretched in real life as the ones I've known outside the theater? I worked with several of them at B and N, which apparently is a hotspot for the theatrically inclined. They were all social with one another, but an odd, false feeling about it...one always trying to out-loud the other, saying things they learned to be clever in improv classes. Everyone gives off this bisexuality, not because it's real, but because it's chic to be all, "oh, I could TOTALLY fall in love with someone of the same sex, it just hasn't happened yet." and the rest of that line of thinking that has become cliche since the moment Elle Macpherson uttered it on a talk show to promote a made- for- tv movie. It's just all so fake. They never take their clown makeup off.
Lately I've been thinking, when I see a play or musical; are the talents as wretched in real life as the ones I've known outside the theater? I worked with several of them at B and N, which apparently is a hotspot for the theatrically inclined. They were all social with one another, but an odd, false feeling about it...one always trying to out-loud the other, saying things they learned to be clever in improv classes. Everyone gives off this bisexuality, not because it's real, but because it's chic to be all, "oh, I could TOTALLY fall in love with someone of the same sex, it just hasn't happened yet." and the rest of that line of thinking that has become cliche since the moment Elle Macpherson uttered it on a talk show to promote a made- for- tv movie. It's just all so fake. They never take their clown makeup off.
8.15.2006
A bit of advice: if it's 4 a.m. and you can't sleep, don't pass the time by browsing Yahoo Answers. People ask the stupidest questions. One girl was wondering why a tampon didn't absorb the urine she leaked when she laughed. OK, yes, that's funny...but a lot of the questions are NOT funny. Example:
If we’re at war with Islamic fundamentalists, why don’t’ we just say it like it is?
Apparently they’re MAD, believing we’re disrespecting Islam in their parts of the world.
Sadly, “The War” continues to be defined incorrectly as a “War on Terror” (AKA War on War)? This definition contributes to confusion keeping us unfocused.
George Bush finally said last week, “We’re at war with Islamic Fascists”
Don’t we need to vigorously investigate suspicious Airport, (travel) behavior?
If you’re of Middle Eastern decent flying in the USA isn’t that suspicious, shouldn’t they expect extra screening? Presently we spend the same amount of screening time on 90 old great grandmothers from Atlanta.
Why is the simple truth so difficult to come to grips with? We have limited resources why not focus them?
Grrrrrrrrrrr. Mad! People suck.
If we’re at war with Islamic fundamentalists, why don’t’ we just say it like it is?
Apparently they’re MAD, believing we’re disrespecting Islam in their parts of the world.
Sadly, “The War” continues to be defined incorrectly as a “War on Terror” (AKA War on War)? This definition contributes to confusion keeping us unfocused.
George Bush finally said last week, “We’re at war with Islamic Fascists”
Don’t we need to vigorously investigate suspicious Airport, (travel) behavior?
If you’re of Middle Eastern decent flying in the USA isn’t that suspicious, shouldn’t they expect extra screening? Presently we spend the same amount of screening time on 90 old great grandmothers from Atlanta.
Why is the simple truth so difficult to come to grips with? We have limited resources why not focus them?
Grrrrrrrrrrr. Mad! People suck.
8.10.2006
Want to hear something hilarious?
Our air conditioner has been unusable since July 2005. The landlord was repeatedly contacted about it but didn't bother to take any action to fix it. Whatever, the landlord's an asshole.
We gave notice that we're moving to a new place on Sept 1st a few weeks ago, because.. well, the landlord's an asshole, and we found a much nicer place nearby. So this week, who comes waltzing into the apartment (the locked apartment, by the way, and there was no knocking or ringing of any bells or giving any phonecalls prior to simply unlocking the apartment door and coming right in) but the asshole landlord, with an air-conditioner-mechanic in tow.
Apparently this air-conditioner-mechanic is the only one in the entire Midwest region, and "he's been so backed up" and had to fix air condioners all over MN, ND, WI, etc. Lucky us that he could fit us into his tight schedule.
Suuuure. Crock of shit. Fixing air conditioners is far from rocket science, and some part of me (perhaps the "I'm not a fucking idiot" part?) is pretty certain that there just may be a few more of "his kind" in the Cities, let alone the entire Midwest.
Now we have a (semi)working air-conditioner. Dago prick. It's pretty obvious that the only reason he finally got around to fixing it is so he can attract a replacement tenant by advertising this apartment as having AC. I hope he chokes on a fucking sausage.
Our air conditioner has been unusable since July 2005. The landlord was repeatedly contacted about it but didn't bother to take any action to fix it. Whatever, the landlord's an asshole.
We gave notice that we're moving to a new place on Sept 1st a few weeks ago, because.. well, the landlord's an asshole, and we found a much nicer place nearby. So this week, who comes waltzing into the apartment (the locked apartment, by the way, and there was no knocking or ringing of any bells or giving any phonecalls prior to simply unlocking the apartment door and coming right in) but the asshole landlord, with an air-conditioner-mechanic in tow.
Apparently this air-conditioner-mechanic is the only one in the entire Midwest region, and "he's been so backed up" and had to fix air condioners all over MN, ND, WI, etc. Lucky us that he could fit us into his tight schedule.
Suuuure. Crock of shit. Fixing air conditioners is far from rocket science, and some part of me (perhaps the "I'm not a fucking idiot" part?) is pretty certain that there just may be a few more of "his kind" in the Cities, let alone the entire Midwest.
Now we have a (semi)working air-conditioner. Dago prick. It's pretty obvious that the only reason he finally got around to fixing it is so he can attract a replacement tenant by advertising this apartment as having AC. I hope he chokes on a fucking sausage.
8.07.2006
This is dedicated to the customers at B and N, which I am wonderfully no longer a member of.
The Hot Chocolate Bitch.
Ok, this woman (attractive, mid-thirties) comes in EVERY DAY to get a medium skim hot chocolate-extra hot-and two rice krispie squares. This is a 7.50 purchase, for something that she could get for about 3 dollars in a gas station if she's totally against making them herself, and it would taste A LOT better. Beyond that, though I can charm the skin off a rattlesnake, this bitch never cracked a smile, and I had made it my mission. After awhile, I changed my mission to avoid waiting on her at all costs.
The One Pump Mocha Frappuccino Bitch.
This woman came in one night, accused my co-worker of not putting mocha into her drink, "Um, what are you doing?! What are you putting in my drink?" "Uh...mocha..." "No, No, I KNOW you guys have your mocha on THAT side of the cafe!" We have two mocha pumps...and she's a psychopath. She then came back and declared that "It just doesn't taste right. Can you remake it?" So I informed her that we had run out of regular frap mix, and thus were only serving the low-fat shit, and she was the only one who noticed...I told her I could make it with espresso and cream base...of which she made me make the fucking drink THREE TIMES and demanded a bakery dessert, and made sure that we'd get an order in of the regular mix the next day. Then from that day forward, she'd make sure all employees showed her that we were using the regular mix and makes us wait while she "taste tests" her piece of shit drink.
The Obviously Impoverished Family with Five Kids that Spends 20 Dollars on Fraps One Minute Before Close.
Man, that irritated me.
The Piece of Shit American that Speaks Spanish just to be a Fuck.
Comes in just before close to get a free cup of water and have someone validate his existence. He literally comes ALL THE WAY TO BARNES AND NOBLE, TO THE BACK OF THE STORE, just to fuck with the cafe workers. Behold, my first encounter:
"Hola! Necesito {insert mad fast spanish here}"
"Um...what?"
{Repeats fast spanish just as fast}
"I don't know what you're saying..."
"Oh, I need a cup of water." No sign of an accent.
"Ok..."
"Yeah, I like to come in here and do that to girls I haven't been waited on by before. I do that at the movie theater a lot. It's just funny to see the dumb look on their faces."
"You think we look dumb when you come in here just to get a cup of water and speak another language that isn't even your first one, JUST to mess with us?"
"Aw, come on, it's funny!"
The Ann Coulter Fan
Comes up to the counter with Godless, by Ann Coulter.
"Yeah, I want an apple purse for here."
"Ok, would you like that heated up with caramel on it?"
"NO, I don't want that! Jesus, you'll ruin it! Just give me some whipped cream."
"Ok, tell me when."
Proceeds to let me pile mountains of whipped cream all over the plate.
"heh heh. I like a little apple with my whipped cream. Heh heh."
"Yeah. So do you want to buy that?" Point to Ann the Cooze Coulter.
"Oh, DEFINITELY. We just LOVE her. We listen to her on the radio everynight. Last night she just had some HILARIOUS things to say about, you know, our favorite people...heh heh."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yeah. So do you want a bag?"
"No, I'm going to start reading it here. I'm too excited to wait."
The Hot Chocolate Bitch.
Ok, this woman (attractive, mid-thirties) comes in EVERY DAY to get a medium skim hot chocolate-extra hot-and two rice krispie squares. This is a 7.50 purchase, for something that she could get for about 3 dollars in a gas station if she's totally against making them herself, and it would taste A LOT better. Beyond that, though I can charm the skin off a rattlesnake, this bitch never cracked a smile, and I had made it my mission. After awhile, I changed my mission to avoid waiting on her at all costs.
The One Pump Mocha Frappuccino Bitch.
This woman came in one night, accused my co-worker of not putting mocha into her drink, "Um, what are you doing?! What are you putting in my drink?" "Uh...mocha..." "No, No, I KNOW you guys have your mocha on THAT side of the cafe!" We have two mocha pumps...and she's a psychopath. She then came back and declared that "It just doesn't taste right. Can you remake it?" So I informed her that we had run out of regular frap mix, and thus were only serving the low-fat shit, and she was the only one who noticed...I told her I could make it with espresso and cream base...of which she made me make the fucking drink THREE TIMES and demanded a bakery dessert, and made sure that we'd get an order in of the regular mix the next day. Then from that day forward, she'd make sure all employees showed her that we were using the regular mix and makes us wait while she "taste tests" her piece of shit drink.
The Obviously Impoverished Family with Five Kids that Spends 20 Dollars on Fraps One Minute Before Close.
Man, that irritated me.
The Piece of Shit American that Speaks Spanish just to be a Fuck.
Comes in just before close to get a free cup of water and have someone validate his existence. He literally comes ALL THE WAY TO BARNES AND NOBLE, TO THE BACK OF THE STORE, just to fuck with the cafe workers. Behold, my first encounter:
"Hola! Necesito {insert mad fast spanish here}"
"Um...what?"
{Repeats fast spanish just as fast}
"I don't know what you're saying..."
"Oh, I need a cup of water." No sign of an accent.
"Ok..."
"Yeah, I like to come in here and do that to girls I haven't been waited on by before. I do that at the movie theater a lot. It's just funny to see the dumb look on their faces."
"You think we look dumb when you come in here just to get a cup of water and speak another language that isn't even your first one, JUST to mess with us?"
"Aw, come on, it's funny!"
The Ann Coulter Fan
Comes up to the counter with Godless, by Ann Coulter.
"Yeah, I want an apple purse for here."
"Ok, would you like that heated up with caramel on it?"
"NO, I don't want that! Jesus, you'll ruin it! Just give me some whipped cream."
"Ok, tell me when."
Proceeds to let me pile mountains of whipped cream all over the plate.
"heh heh. I like a little apple with my whipped cream. Heh heh."
"Yeah. So do you want to buy that?" Point to Ann the Cooze Coulter.
"Oh, DEFINITELY. We just LOVE her. We listen to her on the radio everynight. Last night she just had some HILARIOUS things to say about, you know, our favorite people...heh heh."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yeah. So do you want a bag?"
"No, I'm going to start reading it here. I'm too excited to wait."
8.04.2006
Last night, Jillian and I watched the final episode of Six Feet Under. For three years we've rented disc after disc, catching up with the Fishers every time we got together. Despite the temptation to watch ahead during the months between visits, we didn't cheat. It was our thing; we flew thousands of miles and then spent our time together watching our show. And now it's done. It feels empty -- which is odd. I never thought I'd feel that way about a TV show. The end of Six Feet is the end of an era. Cliché, yes, but also true.
If you have never seen this show, WATCH IT. Go to your local video store and pick up the first disc of the first season IMMEDIATELY. You thought Sex and the City was addictive? Well...so is Six Feet. But it's a better addiction -- much more thought-provoking and beautiful. So much bigger. And so much less disappointing in the end.
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7.06.2006
7.01.2006
Happy Fiscal New Year!
I'm on my second collection at the archives, and both were local non-profits who follow the fiscal year. Consequently, I've learned to appreciate it, and apprently, accountants (or guys in suits) do have parties, unless thats a fake photo, which it probably is. I wanted to have a party, but my apartment is not party-friendly and my boyfriend is consumed by finals this weekend. He is having a party next weekend, but celebrating the new year a week late seems a little odd to me.
I'm on my second collection at the archives, and both were local non-profits who follow the fiscal year. Consequently, I've learned to appreciate it, and apprently, accountants (or guys in suits) do have parties, unless thats a fake photo, which it probably is. I wanted to have a party, but my apartment is not party-friendly and my boyfriend is consumed by finals this weekend. He is having a party next weekend, but celebrating the new year a week late seems a little odd to me.
6.20.2006
Remember Saved By the Bell? Remember Dustin Diamond, the guy who played Screech, the only celebrity who lives in Wisconsin? Well...he's about to be homeless. The bank is trying to repo his house, and he's trying to save it by selling t-shirts. I might actually buy one, because how cool would it be to have an "I Saved Dustin Diamond's House" t-shirt? They're only $15...$20 for the autographed version. Jillian called me today to tell me the story was all over the radio in 'Sconnie. Here's the website, if anyone wants to check it out:
http://www.getdshirts.com/.
http://www.getdshirts.com/.
6.06.2006
6.05.2006
Stolen from "Magnolia":
1. Who was your best friend? I didn't have just one...John Henry, I guess. And the girlz.
2. What sports did you play? Is debate a sport? No? OK, how about mock trial, forensics, and orchestra. No? OK, then...none.
3. What kind of car did you drive? I didn't.
4. It's Friday night, where were you at? Sleeping because I had to be on the debate bus at 5:00 on Saturday morning.
5. Were you a party animal? Funny. No.
6. Were you in the "In Crowd"? Of course not.
7. Ever skip school? Not once. Now, I'm not sure why. It's not like high school mattered. I guess I liked it there.
8. Ever smoke? Never. (And to this day, that's true.)
9. Were you a nerd? Yeah, I suppose so.
10. Did you get suspened/expelled? No
11. Can you sing the Alma Mater? I can hum it, and raise my fist at the appropriate time...
12. Who was your favorite teacher? Mr. Steve! And Frenzel, of course.
13. Favorite class? Debate.
14. What was your school's full name and when did you graduate? Lincoln High School class of '99
15. School mascot? Red Raider! But we didn't have an Indian, becaues that was unseemly; we had a "WR" with an arrow through it.
16. Did you go to Prom? Twice -- sophomore year with Derek Steward, and senior year with John Henry. (Disaster.)
17. If you could go back and do it over, would you? It was fun...sure. As long as I could somehow forget what it's like NOT to live with my parents in Wisconsin Rapids.
18. What do you remember most about graduation? The number of people they managed to pack into that gym.
19. Worst memory of your Senior Year? Nothing comes to mind. Is that odd?
20. Favorite memory of your Senior Year? Skinny dipping in Rock's creek. (Does that count? It happened the summer after graduation, so technically it wasn't senior year.)
21. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall? What's a "senior wall"?
22. Did you have a job your senior year? No. I didn't have any money. Ever.
23. Who did you date? John Henry.
24. Where did you go most often for lunch? The cafeteria. Happy Noon!
25. What was your favorite clothing item? I don't even remember anything I wore back then...which is probably a good thing.
26. Have you gained weight since then? Not *too* much.
27. What did you do after graduation? Went to UW-Eau Claire for 5 years, then headed up to Anchorage for my MFA...
1. Who was your best friend? I didn't have just one...John Henry, I guess. And the girlz.
2. What sports did you play? Is debate a sport? No? OK, how about mock trial, forensics, and orchestra. No? OK, then...none.
3. What kind of car did you drive? I didn't.
4. It's Friday night, where were you at? Sleeping because I had to be on the debate bus at 5:00 on Saturday morning.
5. Were you a party animal? Funny. No.
6. Were you in the "In Crowd"? Of course not.
7. Ever skip school? Not once. Now, I'm not sure why. It's not like high school mattered. I guess I liked it there.
8. Ever smoke? Never. (And to this day, that's true.)
9. Were you a nerd? Yeah, I suppose so.
10. Did you get suspened/expelled? No
11. Can you sing the Alma Mater? I can hum it, and raise my fist at the appropriate time...
12. Who was your favorite teacher? Mr. Steve! And Frenzel, of course.
13. Favorite class? Debate.
14. What was your school's full name and when did you graduate? Lincoln High School class of '99
15. School mascot? Red Raider! But we didn't have an Indian, becaues that was unseemly; we had a "WR" with an arrow through it.
16. Did you go to Prom? Twice -- sophomore year with Derek Steward, and senior year with John Henry. (Disaster.)
17. If you could go back and do it over, would you? It was fun...sure. As long as I could somehow forget what it's like NOT to live with my parents in Wisconsin Rapids.
18. What do you remember most about graduation? The number of people they managed to pack into that gym.
19. Worst memory of your Senior Year? Nothing comes to mind. Is that odd?
20. Favorite memory of your Senior Year? Skinny dipping in Rock's creek. (Does that count? It happened the summer after graduation, so technically it wasn't senior year.)
21. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall? What's a "senior wall"?
22. Did you have a job your senior year? No. I didn't have any money. Ever.
23. Who did you date? John Henry.
24. Where did you go most often for lunch? The cafeteria. Happy Noon!
25. What was your favorite clothing item? I don't even remember anything I wore back then...which is probably a good thing.
26. Have you gained weight since then? Not *too* much.
27. What did you do after graduation? Went to UW-Eau Claire for 5 years, then headed up to Anchorage for my MFA...
6.01.2006
Recommendations for Satan's Day
Does anyone have ideas for what I can do for Satan's Day? I'm thinking that I want to play it like one of those people calling for others to "repent, for the hour draws near". The hitch is that I work all day so I need some pointers on what to wear, including make-up and some good phrases to tell people - ie I can't totally go overboard, I still should look somewhat business casual and be somewhat professional.
I'm thinking of wearing red and black or just black.
Does anyone have ideas for what I can do for Satan's Day? I'm thinking that I want to play it like one of those people calling for others to "repent, for the hour draws near". The hitch is that I work all day so I need some pointers on what to wear, including make-up and some good phrases to tell people - ie I can't totally go overboard, I still should look somewhat business casual and be somewhat professional.
I'm thinking of wearing red and black or just black.
5.08.2006
5.01.2006
Only one of my two grades is actually posted now, I didn't attend graduation because I felt it more important to attend the Midwest Archives Conference spring meeting, and I don't have any physical documentation, but here is the list of affiliations for me on the Umich Directory site:
So I now officially have/am a Master of Science of Information.
* Emphasis added
Affiliation:Of those affiliations, the only one I don't understand is the Academic and Faculty Affairs, but oh well. I also changed the date of my UM degree on my resume from "April 2006 (expected)" to "April 2006".
Academic & Faculty Affairs - Faculty and Staff
Alumni*
Archives & Records Mgmt MSI - Student
Bentley Historical Library - Faculty and Staff
Graduate Library Documents - Faculty and Staff
Rackham - Student
School of Dentistry - Faculty and Staff
Sindecuse Dental Museum - Faculty and Staff
Special Collections Library - Faculty and Staff
University Library - Faculty and Staff
So I now officially have/am a Master of Science of Information.
* Emphasis added
4.06.2006
Greg Arnold is getting married. Yes, debate Greg. Sara Chamberlin's ex-Greg. I was reading the Daily Tribune online (homework avoidance tactic), and Greg's sister apparently writes a semi-regular column about what it's like to be a college freshman. In her most recent article, she mentions going home to be fitted for a bridesmaid's dress for her brother's wedding. I assumed she meant Tim, but logged on to Facebook just to make sure. Lo and behold, Greg's "relationship status" is set to "engaged." Jesus.
I also find it odd that, one or two lines down, in the "interest" box, he has written "polyamory." I didn't know polyamorous folks were the marrying kind. (That's probably more a testament to my ignorance than a critique of Greg's lifestyle.)
I think I met this girl at Wal-Mart last Christmas, the last time I talked to Greg. (What is it about Wal-Mart and Christmas break, where you have to run in to at least two people you haven't spoken to in eons per visit to the store?)
Anyway, good for you, Greg.
I also find it odd that, one or two lines down, in the "interest" box, he has written "polyamory." I didn't know polyamorous folks were the marrying kind. (That's probably more a testament to my ignorance than a critique of Greg's lifestyle.)
I think I met this girl at Wal-Mart last Christmas, the last time I talked to Greg. (What is it about Wal-Mart and Christmas break, where you have to run in to at least two people you haven't spoken to in eons per visit to the store?)
Anyway, good for you, Greg.
4.05.2006
4.02.2006
It is Easter Time!
Hence the colors. Spring is one of my favorite seasons (tied with Fall, way ahead of summer and winter). I had a dream that I was driving by all these lilacs that bloomed after a massive rain storm. My professor did show up to prom after all too, but not in a dress, it was dissapointing. I also went swimming with a massive monster in a lake [in my dream].
Last night was the second SI Prom, and it was fun, but akward. I'm inclined not to believe a guy if he says that he is in an open relationship, not to mention that I'm not in one. Contact me privately if you care for more details.
Hence the colors. Spring is one of my favorite seasons (tied with Fall, way ahead of summer and winter). I had a dream that I was driving by all these lilacs that bloomed after a massive rain storm. My professor did show up to prom after all too, but not in a dress, it was dissapointing. I also went swimming with a massive monster in a lake [in my dream].
Last night was the second SI Prom, and it was fun, but akward. I'm inclined not to believe a guy if he says that he is in an open relationship, not to mention that I'm not in one. Contact me privately if you care for more details.
3.30.2006
3.29.2006
When the syallabus says that all late work for the entire semester is due at the beginning of class on Monday, March 27, why do students think it's acceptable to drop it in my mailbox after class on Monday, or e-mail me attached papers at 3:00 a.m. on Tuesday, or bring them to class on Wednesday? Aaagh! It's that time of the year, guys. I'm overwhelmed with my own stuff...I don't need the extra burden of being flooded with a thousand late late papers after the deadline for late work. Grrr. When I get to write my own syllabus next semester, there will be a hard and fast "no late work accepted unless your grandma died or you were in the hospital" policy.
3.17.2006
3.03.2006
2.22.2006
I have no idea if this is accurate.
Oh wait, its a dumb internet quiz
Oh wait, its a dumb internet quiz
Richard Wagner was very possibly the single most influential composer of the mid-tolate 19th century. He was primarily a composer of opera, but as he believed in complete and total works of art, he would write the libretto and the music, cast the show, direct the rehearsals, design the staging lighting and costumes, and do everything else to make the things work. Yet for all these creative and management skills, Wagner was in fact an utter sleazebag. He had a regular habit of sleeping with the wives of the conductors with whom he worked, and his anti-Semitic pamphlets were an inspiration to Hitler. It's best to just ignore Wanger the man and pay attention to Wagner the artist. If you can handle four-hour operas.
A few key works: Tristan und Isolde, Der Ring des Nibelungen, Der Fliegende Hollander, Die Meistersinger
Take the Dead German Composer Test!
2.19.2006
Someone doesn't want to grade papers...
Fifth Full Sentence
The Rules
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth full sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around for the coolest book you can find. Use what's actually nearest to you.
"Outside, he stalks rabbits, mice, muskrats, and birds, killing more bodies than he can eat warm, and often dragging the carcasses home." --Annie Dillard, "Living Like Weasels," published in The Annie Dillard Reader
Fifth Full Sentence
The Rules
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth full sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around for the coolest book you can find. Use what's actually nearest to you.
"Outside, he stalks rabbits, mice, muskrats, and birds, killing more bodies than he can eat warm, and often dragging the carcasses home." --Annie Dillard, "Living Like Weasels," published in The Annie Dillard Reader
| Your Birthdate: July 4 |
 You have an extraordinary character - moral, responsible, and disciplined. Your sincerely and honesty shine through in almost every situation. Driven and focused, you rarely let your emotions get the better of you. You're level headed and rational. People count on your to look at things objectively. Your strength: Your unwavering loyalty and ethics Your weakness: Your rock solid stubbornness Your power color: Navy blue Your power symbol: Shield Your power month: April |
2.18.2006
Allow me to bitch for a moment about our mailman.
Whenever we order something online, or receive a package of any kind, he refuses to attempt to knock or ring. He just gives us the "sorry we missed you" card, and then we're required to drive downtown to the post office to pick it up, which really diminishes the entire POINT of having a package delivered in the first place. And believe me, we'd know if he tried, because our buzzer is very loud, and our apartment isn't that huge that we wouldn't hear a knock.
Thus, I'm pissed. The post office isn't right next door. And yesterday it was negative 14 degrees. On my day off, I'm not interested in freezing my fucking ass off, driving all over hell, just so I can pick up something that I'm supposed to be getting in my mailbox.
Whenever we order something online, or receive a package of any kind, he refuses to attempt to knock or ring. He just gives us the "sorry we missed you" card, and then we're required to drive downtown to the post office to pick it up, which really diminishes the entire POINT of having a package delivered in the first place. And believe me, we'd know if he tried, because our buzzer is very loud, and our apartment isn't that huge that we wouldn't hear a knock.
Thus, I'm pissed. The post office isn't right next door. And yesterday it was negative 14 degrees. On my day off, I'm not interested in freezing my fucking ass off, driving all over hell, just so I can pick up something that I'm supposed to be getting in my mailbox.
2.14.2006
2.11.2006
2.05.2006
Yes.
You know you're a Wisconsinite if...
* You have a shirt with a big letter G on it.
* You know how to polka, but never tried it sober.
* FFA was a popular club in high school.
* You've seen a Hodag, or, at least you think that's what it was.
* You know what's knee-high by the Fourth of July.
* You know it's traditional for the bride and groom to go bar hopping between ceremony and the reception.
* You know that there is no ' r ' in Wausau.
* You can recognize someone from Illinois by their driving.
* You buy your Christmas presents at Fleet Farm.
* You are a connoisseur of cheese curds, and find anyone unfamiliar with them to be frighteningly foreign.
* You get irritated at sports announcers that pronounce it "Wes--kahnsin".
* You own at least one cheese head.
* You know that Kaukauna is NOT a Hawaiian Island.
* You hear someone use the word "uffda" and you don't immediately break into uncontrollable laughter.
* You think fast food is hitting a deer at 65 mph.
* You or someone you know was a "Dairy Princess" at a county fair.
* You know that "combine" is a noun.
* You know what a FIB is.
* You think Lutheran and Catholic are THE major religions.
* You can tell the difference between "real Wisconsin cheese" and "that Illinois stuff."
* You know that creek rhymes with pick.
* Football schedules are checked before wedding dates are set.
* You can visit Luxemburg, Holland, Belgium, Denmark, Berlin, and Poland all in one afternoon.
* There was at least one kid in your class who had to help milk cows in the morning. ...phew!
* You have driven your car on a lake.
* You can make sense out of the word "upnort."
* The Packers will always be better than the Vikings, no matter what the standings are.
* You know that De Pere is not a wooden structure extending into"Da Lake."
* You can leave your ice cream in the car while you go into Fleet Farm, and it won't melt.
* You always believed that vacation meant "going up north."
* At every wedding you have been to you have had to dance the hokey pokey & the chicken dance.
* You know what a bubbler is.
* Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.
* The local gas station sells live bait.
* You laugh out loud every time you see a news report about a blizzard shutting down the entire east coast.
* Your mom asks, "Were you born in a barn?" and you knowexactly what she means.
* You include beer as one of the major food groups.
* You know which leaves make good toilet paper.
* Your sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie.
* You are a member of the Polar Bear Club and proud of it.
* You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.
* Your bank has the name of your town included in its name.
You know you're a Wisconsinite if...
* You have a shirt with a big letter G on it.
* You know how to polka, but never tried it sober.
* FFA was a popular club in high school.
* You've seen a Hodag, or, at least you think that's what it was.
* You know what's knee-high by the Fourth of July.
* You know it's traditional for the bride and groom to go bar hopping between ceremony and the reception.
* You know that there is no ' r ' in Wausau.
* You can recognize someone from Illinois by their driving.
* You buy your Christmas presents at Fleet Farm.
* You are a connoisseur of cheese curds, and find anyone unfamiliar with them to be frighteningly foreign.
* You get irritated at sports announcers that pronounce it "Wes--kahnsin".
* You own at least one cheese head.
* You know that Kaukauna is NOT a Hawaiian Island.
* You hear someone use the word "uffda" and you don't immediately break into uncontrollable laughter.
* You think fast food is hitting a deer at 65 mph.
* You or someone you know was a "Dairy Princess" at a county fair.
* You know that "combine" is a noun.
* You know what a FIB is.
* You think Lutheran and Catholic are THE major religions.
* You can tell the difference between "real Wisconsin cheese" and "that Illinois stuff."
* You know that creek rhymes with pick.
* Football schedules are checked before wedding dates are set.
* You can visit Luxemburg, Holland, Belgium, Denmark, Berlin, and Poland all in one afternoon.
* There was at least one kid in your class who had to help milk cows in the morning. ...phew!
* You have driven your car on a lake.
* You can make sense out of the word "upnort."
* The Packers will always be better than the Vikings, no matter what the standings are.
* You know that De Pere is not a wooden structure extending into"Da Lake."
* You can leave your ice cream in the car while you go into Fleet Farm, and it won't melt.
* You always believed that vacation meant "going up north."
* At every wedding you have been to you have had to dance the hokey pokey & the chicken dance.
* You know what a bubbler is.
* Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.
* The local gas station sells live bait.
* You laugh out loud every time you see a news report about a blizzard shutting down the entire east coast.
* Your mom asks, "Were you born in a barn?" and you knowexactly what she means.
* You include beer as one of the major food groups.
* You know which leaves make good toilet paper.
* Your sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie.
* You are a member of the Polar Bear Club and proud of it.
* You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.
* Your bank has the name of your town included in its name.
2.03.2006
Just had to show off a few pictures of Ella :) Go HERE to see lots more!
Remember that little bouncer seat you girls all wanted?! We bought her the 'To Go' (meaning it isn't one of those huge swings, it's closer to the ground and you can pick it up with her in it and 'go') swing version of the Aquarium line and you would love it! Lights - Music - 8 swing speeds :) Keeps her occupied for a long time! Why the heck don't they make adult toys that are this much fun? (Not the perverted ones, either - heck if I had a swing like that I'd sit in it all day - make it my new office chair)
Remember that little bouncer seat you girls all wanted?! We bought her the 'To Go' (meaning it isn't one of those huge swings, it's closer to the ground and you can pick it up with her in it and 'go') swing version of the Aquarium line and you would love it! Lights - Music - 8 swing speeds :) Keeps her occupied for a long time! Why the heck don't they make adult toys that are this much fun? (Not the perverted ones, either - heck if I had a swing like that I'd sit in it all day - make it my new office chair)
1.29.2006
Okay. I've searched and searched (to no avail) and I need your help. Can anyone tell me what became of the Starbucks Frappuccino bars? I last purchased a box in the 10th grade, and I have a vivid memory of sucking one down at Scott Wanta's house early one morning (thankfully the only memory I've retained of sucking on *anything* at that house.) So that would be..back in 1998?
I have desperately wanted one (one? okay, one right after another, right after another..) for the past two years, and have wasted innumerable hours scouring Frozen Foods and searching online. I can't find anything to explain their disappearance.
If you have any information on the whereabouts of this product, spill. I am anxious. I am depressed. I am spiraling into a hopeless void.
I have desperately wanted one (one? okay, one right after another, right after another..) for the past two years, and have wasted innumerable hours scouring Frozen Foods and searching online. I can't find anything to explain their disappearance.
If you have any information on the whereabouts of this product, spill. I am anxious. I am depressed. I am spiraling into a hopeless void.
1.24.2006
Aaaaaaaaagh. I need my own apartment. Desperately. I have never in my life lived alone, and I really think it's about time to start. Too bad I pay $500/month for half of the smallest two-bedroom apartment in a shitty neighborhood ever. (Implication being that rent is fucking high in Anchorage and I'll never be able to afford my own place.)
Two days ago, I scrubbed the kitchen from top to bottom. I wiped the coffee stains from the sink and counters (I don't drink coffee). I scrubbed the egg crust from the stove. (I don't eat eggs.) I took care of the stinky, crusty dishes rotting in the sink. (I put my dishes in the dishwasher.) Yes, there were some mutual messes, like the food spatter in the microwave and the crumbs on the floor, but mostly the mess was...not...mine. (There was even egg yolk smeared across the garbage can. And I scrubbed it. Eeeew.)
Well. My pristine kitchen lasted for less than a day, until my roommate came home from her boyfriend's, exploded something in the microwave, left a coffee cup (and its horrible coffee ring) on the counter, and stacked some nasty eggy frying pans and plates in the sink. At least the stove was still nice. Until today, day two. There is something blackish smeared across it; it looks like dirt. What food/kitchen substance looks like dirt? It's too black to be coffee grounds.
Yesterday, I took care of the coffee, microwave, and dishes. Today, I wiped up the dirt-like stuff. I am hoping this passive aggressive approach will make her wonder why the kitchen always looks so clean...but most likely, it'll just encourage her to be a slob because, hey, someone else will clean it up. The "let the filth accumulate" tactic clearly won't work because that's exactly what she did while I was home for break, and she didn't seem to mind. (Also, it would drive me crazy.)
Gah. I should be doing homework (or cleaning the kitchen) rather than bitching.
Two days ago, I scrubbed the kitchen from top to bottom. I wiped the coffee stains from the sink and counters (I don't drink coffee). I scrubbed the egg crust from the stove. (I don't eat eggs.) I took care of the stinky, crusty dishes rotting in the sink. (I put my dishes in the dishwasher.) Yes, there were some mutual messes, like the food spatter in the microwave and the crumbs on the floor, but mostly the mess was...not...mine. (There was even egg yolk smeared across the garbage can. And I scrubbed it. Eeeew.)
Well. My pristine kitchen lasted for less than a day, until my roommate came home from her boyfriend's, exploded something in the microwave, left a coffee cup (and its horrible coffee ring) on the counter, and stacked some nasty eggy frying pans and plates in the sink. At least the stove was still nice. Until today, day two. There is something blackish smeared across it; it looks like dirt. What food/kitchen substance looks like dirt? It's too black to be coffee grounds.
Yesterday, I took care of the coffee, microwave, and dishes. Today, I wiped up the dirt-like stuff. I am hoping this passive aggressive approach will make her wonder why the kitchen always looks so clean...but most likely, it'll just encourage her to be a slob because, hey, someone else will clean it up. The "let the filth accumulate" tactic clearly won't work because that's exactly what she did while I was home for break, and she didn't seem to mind. (Also, it would drive me crazy.)
Gah. I should be doing homework (or cleaning the kitchen) rather than bitching.
1.23.2006
Is anyone reading or already read Million Pieces by James Frey? I'm in the middle of it now and having a hard time putting it down - I love it! What do you think of it? Some parts remind me a lot of Sig's writing and your views on religion - I find myself thinking only Sig would use 'motherfucker' or just the word 'fuck' like this guy does - must be a writers thing! Anyways, just curious what everyone thinks - or if you have any other good books that you recommend reading? I have lots of time to sit and read and am sick of picking up a book and only getting to the last page and loathing that I actually spent time reading the pile of crap!
1.17.2006
So...I might be dying, but probably not. My lower leg hurts like a bitch. I woke up yesterday -- I sat up, in fact -- with the most sudden, painful, and stabbing cramp I've ever had in my life. I couldn't even move my leg the muscle was so contorted. I could SEE the muscle cramping beneath my skin. I almost cried. It was awful. And it hasn't gone away. The pain has dulled, but it's still there and it throbs every now and again.
The insert from my birth control pills says this could be a "rare but serious side effect" -- a blood clot -- and that I ought to see my health care provider immediately. Well...I called. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon. The receptionist didn't seem particularly concerned. Supposedly, smoking greatly increases my chances of developing this particularly nasty side effect. As I don't smoke, and as this is extremely rare even for smokers, I suppose that it's probably nothing to worry about. Still, since I'm not in the mood to die, I'm going to have it looked at just in case.
Let's hope that if it IS a blood clot, it doesn't find its way to my heart or lungs before 2:20 tomorrow afternoon.
The insert from my birth control pills says this could be a "rare but serious side effect" -- a blood clot -- and that I ought to see my health care provider immediately. Well...I called. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon. The receptionist didn't seem particularly concerned. Supposedly, smoking greatly increases my chances of developing this particularly nasty side effect. As I don't smoke, and as this is extremely rare even for smokers, I suppose that it's probably nothing to worry about. Still, since I'm not in the mood to die, I'm going to have it looked at just in case.
Let's hope that if it IS a blood clot, it doesn't find its way to my heart or lungs before 2:20 tomorrow afternoon.
1.16.2006
1.09.2006
I have a question.
Did they stop selling Dreamery Tiramisu ice cream? Or, I suppose if it's easier, Dreamery ice cream? I've been looking for my favorite ice cream for months, and I can't find it. I'm pissed. I realize I have a food obsession, and that's not healthy. I've been looking online for various comfort foods that are currently being denied to me as I can't find them anywhere. I'm also looking for certain Health Valley soup cups.
Did they stop selling Dreamery Tiramisu ice cream? Or, I suppose if it's easier, Dreamery ice cream? I've been looking for my favorite ice cream for months, and I can't find it. I'm pissed. I realize I have a food obsession, and that's not healthy. I've been looking online for various comfort foods that are currently being denied to me as I can't find them anywhere. I'm also looking for certain Health Valley soup cups.
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