Wednesday, August 31, 2005


Take that you bastard!

Thanks to kds for the link.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Tell Me Something I Don't Know

Pure Nerd
73 % Nerd, 8% Geek, 39% Dork
For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.

The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.


My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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You scored higher than 76% on nerdiness

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You scored higher than 4% on geekosity

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You scored higher than 64% on dork points
Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating

What are you?

Friday, August 26, 2005


So, I got a new gig and I had to keep it on the down-low for a very long time because the powers that will no longer be for me, insisted. Now the word has been set loose and the word is thus: I HAVE PROCURED A NEW JOB. And, I am VERY please about it. I shall miss the people of my old employ, but I will enjoy the change and the challenge of the new.

I am going to be working here as a Project Manager for this. The product is geared toward academics and, let me just tell you that I find academics H-O-T, HOT. Deliciously so. Needless to say, I’ll be glad to be part of anything that can make their work easier so as they may find time to flirt, banter or simply gaze at me.*

Mmmmmm, academics.

*It is true that when any academic has ever talked to me, I've interpreted that attention as a deep-seated desire to have me as their own. Delusional? Maybe, but if you really think about it, were it the truth, could you blame them?

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Since Me Loves The Shakespeare

Rosalind- Charade

You enjoy creating a mask so people don't get to see the real you
but let me tell you something, listen
closley..... people will like you for what you are.*

Which Shakespeare character are you?

*I'd prefer the love me for who I am, but I'm not complainin'.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Swimming with the Sharks

Yep, we did it! I'd write about it, but I think my brilliant friend, Sarcasmo, really captured the experience of the day.

As an aside, I did NOT like when the professional scuba folks said that the sharks like to swim up VERY close to take a look "at the menu!", did not like that at all. Otherwise, I'd highly recommend.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005


Please donate here.

So Sweet

Take a look at My Pretty Planet.*

*Many thanks to the delightful people at Living Earth.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Headline of the Day

A Woman's Place Is In The White House Kitchen

--Thanks to the idiot Metro for that one about a woman finally being chosen as the head chef at The White House.

--Kill me now.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

A Sudden Terrifying Realization

I had a sudden terrifying realization last night, when I put head to pillow. Isn’t that always the way? I realized that more than half of the year has past and I’m not nearly halfway through my book list. Granted, some of the books have been added mid-year because of interest or force (often by SK), but that does not alleviate my responsibility to The Original Eleven.

The Original Eleven

The Name of the Rose – done according to me. Fleck.

Time Travelers Wife—loved it.

Out-Ye gads, ummmm great, but yuck.

Spinners—2 ½ stars out of 5

The Obama book—yet to read

Oryx and Crake –yet to read

Snow—yet to read

The Namesake—yet to read

Hatred, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage—In the middle, lovin’ it.

Crescent—yet to read

Don’t Know Much About History—yet to read

Evil Add-ons (aka the death of me)

Freakenomics—which I’ve read a bit and wrote a little ditty about last night when looking over my list at 1 a.m. Here it is:

Blather, Blather, Blather
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers
Neat-o, Neat-o, Neat-o

I suppose.

The world hardboiled.


Blink—ordered by my mother and BA. I liked The Tipping Point, so I’m hopeful.

Runaway—add because I loved H,F, C, L, M above

Emergence: The connected lives…—lay over from last year, to my shame

What’s the Matter with Kansas—a gift from my mother to SK. I’m driven to read it as well.

Note to self: CHOP CHOP!!

Friday, August 05, 2005

Busy Week / Lazy Weekend (hopefully)

With the exception of my minor maternal meltdown, hereafter referred to as MMM, this week has been a delight. We have gone swimming, visited with good friends, taken Gouda to the park for a run and ball chasing, and tonight we’re heading out to the Riversharks game with about 20 friends. Too bad it’s like a gazillion million degrees outside and I’d rather put a stick in my eye than sit outside for hours. Curses.

This weekend we are open. O-P-E-N. We have no plans and I’m rather pleased about that. I’ve finished my book club book early and now I can lackadaisically read short stories (little commitment / tons of fun) by Alice Munro.

I do hope to get an Abe-sized table and chairs for the Bubber as well as a step stool so as he can brush his chompers more effectively. We’ll be going to the evil Ikea for those items. Oh, and SK will be obsessing about a tricycle he is bidding on for Ubs, so he’ll have his lover on his lap all weekend long. (For those out of the loop, his “lover” is his laptop.—In all fairness, I must confess that I too, have a laptop whom I refer to as Miguel-My-Sweet. “Where is Miguel-My-Sweet???”)

Okay, that’s alls I gots. Have a great weekend everyone.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005


As many of you know (as is evident in my previous post), I’ve had a bit of a hard time dealing with reality lately. Mostly the ugly side, but still. My therapist (the most recent, whom I still consider “my therapist” because he was the first therapist to “get me”), said that I needed to stop trying to tailor reality to my expectations and, rather, “reframe” my perceptions of reality so as to better grasp its implications.–the cornerstone of cognitive therapy for those in the know. And for those who know me, name something “cognitive” and I’m down wid’it.

So here’s to reframing.

1. Because children are abused, it does not follow that the world is going to hell in a hand basket. It is a tragedy, it is not the end of all that is good in the world. (Though, and this is where I get tripped up, I don’t know how one can see good when such injustices are being waged).

Scorecard: First reframing attempt: FAILURE

2. Because Bush is president, it does not follow that the citizens of the United States are a bunch of dumb asses. Okay, this one is going well, nearly half of us voted against the prick.

Scorecard: Second reframing attempt: A WILD SUCCESS

3. Because I am bored, it does not follow that I should pack all of my belongings and move to a different state immediately. (Though why the hell not?)

Which leads to 4.

4. Because I own a bunch of stupid properties, have a “good” job, a family including a dog, blather, blather, blather.

Scorecard for Third and Forth reframing attempt: NOT A TOTAL FAILURE, BUT SURELY NOT A SUCCESS, YEILDING WHAT COULD BE CONSIDERED “A WASH”, as my father would say.

Okay, I had like 5 other things on my list I had planned on reframing, but it’s late-ish and I don’t feel as though I’m experiencing much success so I’m gonna call it a night. Maybe you folks should give it a try and let me know how you fare.

Monday, August 01, 2005


There was something horrible in becoming a mother for me. Something that makes me feel horror at a profound level. Horror. The horror that comes from real-izing history-making atrocities and putting them in your heart, never to be pure of such truths again. The horror that springs from the pictures of victims of torture. A belly-aching horror. A view of humanity that you cannot rub out of your eyes if you rubbed them blind.

It’s a rawness that I fear I will never escape. I’m raw in regards to children; raw to the horror of a child getting called “stupid” in the grocery, raw to the child yanked down the street by an impatient parent, and raw to the child that gets slapped for his curiosity.

I cannot stomach it. I cannot put it in my belly anymore. I cannot let it go and let it be, as if it’s all okay. It’s all too goddamned horrible.