Tue, Dec. 6th, 2005, 11:38 am
I have my oral exams in 22 minutes.
I'm so nervous I don't know if I'm going to cry, throw up, or just curl up in a fetal position and whimper. OH THE OPTIONS.
Sat, Nov. 12th, 2005, 07:07 am
Rich and I turned off cable. He claims it was my burgeouning addiction to 7th Heaven that he couldn't take, but really there was just SO MUCH CRAP that was on. Now we use Netflix, and get to more carefully select our crap.
Anywho, one thing that I do miss - watching "news" on the 700 Club. Rich had no idea such wonders existed in a basic cable package.
This is what we're missing: The world according to Pat...
Sun, Nov. 6th, 2005, 09:46 am
1.) And here's the follow-up of the intelligent design article
. The governor certainly seems to effectively dodge the bullet of whether it should or should not be taught.
2.) I just need to voice my complete and utter disgust at the perfume my officemate is currently giving off, as I do not feel comfortable enough bitching directly at her. I try to reserve that for when she comes in reeking of garlic or eats weird fishy stuff for lunch. I guess b/c it's sunday morning and she didn't take a shower, she thinks she needs to mask her woman-scent? UGH.
Thu, Nov. 3rd, 2005, 02:08 pm
Fri, Oct. 7th, 2005, 09:54 am
Can anyone please tell me why the current hunger strike
by Gitmo "residents" is not being covered by CNN? They've been giving updates on BBC for weeks. It just seems newsworthy.
How terrible is it to be strapped to one's bed so that someone can force feeding tubes down your throat? I am hauntingly reminded of a scene from Iron Jawed Angels, and fear that it will be sticking with me the rest of the day. Bleah.
Wed, Sep. 21st, 2005, 04:31 pm
stephen fry on his lack of innate music ability, from Moab is my Washpot:
"I'm not tone deaf, that's the arse-mothering, fuck-nosed, bugger-sucking ~wank~ of the thing.
I'M NOT EVEN TONE FUCKING DEAF
I'm tone DUMB."
oh, that I could curse like an englishman. even a posh, jewy gay one.
Sat, Aug. 20th, 2005, 07:33 am
One week ago, I was chasing nieces and nephews around an old castle in Hungary for post-wedding pictures of my brother and new sister-in-law.
Last Sunday we departed the land of the magyar-speakers - home of what I now believe are the Worst Drivers in the Frikking World - for a road trip that took us through Austria, Germany, Belgium, France, the Channel and England.
Lessons learned on toilets: ex-Communist countries and bastard capitalist countries (mostly I'm referring to the US) are the only people that seem to believe that one should be allowed to relieve oneself for free next to the road. The bastards at Shell in Belgium - who took 50 bucks from us for petrol - still wouldn't let me piss for free. Hungary and Slovakia, however, let you pee in real toilets for free. France provided holes in the ground, complete with raised concrete demonstrating where one should place one's feet (I hadn't seen this since South America, and was frankly a little surprised).
Lessons learned on speed: Hungarians have, in my and Richard's opinion, the most blatant disregard for appropriate speed that I have ever seen. Sure the Germans and French are fast, but at least they're fast on motorways. The Hungarians are speed demons on two-lane highways. It's like they have brand new cars for the first time in their lives, and damn it they're going to drive like loonies.
Lessons learned on France: I'd like to move there, especially after driving from old congested England to big open France. More specifically, I'd like Maggie to move there, set up a commune, and then Rich and I can move over and do some sort of supporting work. They have fresh bread at campgrounds. At Campgrounds!!! Also, I thought CA wine was cheap, but it turns out France is too.
Lessons learned in England: I drove in England for two weeks. Every said "Driving on the wrong side of the road is tough! Especially first thing in the morning and in parking lots!" Well, that wasn't the hard part. The hard part was the bleeding roads, which were only wide enough for two cars but managed to have parking on both sides of the road AND two directions of traffic. Rich always says there are fewer accidents in England, but I can now only assume that's because you have to be on CONSTANT ALERT, else you'll run into: cars, churches, pubs, roundabouts, trucks, etc.
Worst job ever: Lorry driver in rural england. Jesus christ. I'd have to be on nerve medication.
Anyway, europe was great. All of it. I balked at taking 5 weeks off when Rich suggested it, but it's been absolutely fantastic, and I was sad to come home. What a week!
Mon, Jul. 11th, 2005, 02:47 pm
In light of the that which I thought would never happen in Spain
(somehow I thought macho protesters would block anyone from actually marrying, or something), I bring you a little info about gay marriage/partnerships
around the globe. I love bbc. Try to find anything that succinct or useful on cnn. bastards. I will say this, though - there's few things I enjoy more than watching Anderson Cooper being battered by hurricane-force winds.
Yesterday I read that the General Synod of the Church of England (they have those? really? even now? what?) was meeting. They were to vote on euthanasia (they said no. shocking, isn't it?) and women bishops. One bishop said - and I'm paraphrasing on a little here - if y'all let in those damn women, I say fuck you, I'll become Catholic.
Well, look what's happened: The Synod in Action
Richard says it's no reason to become Anglican and move to England. But I say, if I were to become Anglican and move to England, this would be a good reason to do it.