March 31, 2003

Burn Blue

My boyfriend, Toby, has a website up to display his artwork, similar to Long Hai's site. One of these days, the beautiful pages will actually LINK to his artwork...they're all set to go, he just has to put the pages online...but in the meantime, this is what it looks like:
burn blue.jpg
I've also made a link to it under my list of Other Distractions.

Confessions of A Political Mind

So I finally got up the guts to tell my mom that I've decided to go back to grad school, get my PhD and become a Poli Sci professor. Her very first immediate reaction was: "Oh GOD NO!!!" Not that I think God has anything to do with it of course, but she did make several appeals to the Heaven's Above for help....
Then she decided she might be able to swallow me going for poli sci if I at least become a lawyer or judge...or president. (GASP! cue scary music! cue scary music!!) She does have those dreams for me...and I'll be making lots of money too. (I don't know why she thinks I could be president. I'm not very good at fucking up....although apparently Clinton was just good at fucking...)
Oh well. At least my dad's being super supportive. But then, he was a Poli Sci professor too.

Posted by at 01:04 PM

March 27, 2003

Off Topic

Although war is still on our minds, I'd like to provide a little comic relief...but now that I think about it, this may not be all that relieving. i'll just call it Food for Thought.

IN spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell.
AT WORK... you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle.

IN get three meals a day.
AT only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.

IN get time off for good behavior.
AT get more work for good behavior.

IN PRISON...the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT must carry around a security card and open all the doors for

IN can watch TV and play games.
AT get fired for watching TV and playing games.

IN get your own toilet.
AT have to share with some idiot who pees on the seat.

IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT can't even speak to your family.

IN PRISON...all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they
deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.

IN spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside

IN must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK...they are called managers

Posted by at 01:05 PM

March 21, 2003

A Word From Our Troops

Check out this link:
It is an excellent letter to the Nation from our soldiers.
The only point I have to add is that it seems no longer up to the will of the people. We are being led by a President we did not elect into a war we can't agree on. And despite the fact that we stage more demonstrations against this war than any since Vietnam, our voices are still being ignored.

Posted by at 05:16 PM

March 20, 2003

Fighting The War

I had, up until this point, been vociferously against Bush's March Towards Destruction (of Iraq and its people, Saddam, US International Relations, the point of the UN, precedent in foreign policy, the list goes on)...but I still maintained a hope that it was all just a show and he would rant and rave but not actually do anything. (Call me an eternal optimist, if you will.) But now that it has actually happened, I find myself so thoroughly disgusted and powerless that I have refused to even look at any newspapers or turn on my TV. I didn't even want to hear about it.
However, this morning as I drove to work, I heard on the radio today about an organization called Knightsbridge International dedicated to non-partisan humanitarian relief around the world. They are putting together funds to go to Iraq and help the families trying desparately to flee the war and protect themselves. This organization is completely voluntary...all funds go directly to medical relief (none to arbitrary administrative fees or salaries) and those who donate can track exactly where their money goes. Also, an Oscar-nominated photographer will be alongside providing footage every 48 hours, so we can see the people most affected by the war.
I believe that this is a time where most people, whether they support the war or not, are feeling useless or insignificant and this organization provides a way we can help the innocent victims of war. Perhaps donating will make me feel a little my little shout-out that I truly feel sorry for the Iraqi people and feel terrible about what they are going through just because George W. insists on being a spoiled brat.

Posted by at 03:52 PM

March 13, 2003

Someone In My Office Has A Wicked Sense of Humor

In our office kitchen we regularly have little goodies that staff bring in for everyone to share, like bagels and donuts and other yummy badness (especially around holidays or now that Girl Scout cookies are back)...and everybody shares a little nibble or two here and there and amicably and halfheartedly complain about having to go to the gym to pay off THAT transgression in fortitude. You know, the usual. All is well.
Ah-ha but NOW...SOMEONE has put a fucking scale in the kitchen! How cruel is that? Look at the cookies!! Look at the scale....COOKIES...SCALE...damn them. Can't we fatten ourselves in peace? And after a little investigation, it appears the culprit is a lady, one of those stick-thin-verging-on-anorexic-but-still-managing-to-have-big-boobs-great-hair-and-tan Newport Beachophites. Like she can't look perfect and not have to gloat over the rest of us about it.
Grumble, grumble. Well, I'll just go sulk with my tea and cookies.

Posted by at 08:25 AM

March 10, 2003

Hit By The Plague

Ick. So this bug has been flying around the office, knocking off unsuspecting employees right and left so that everyone has been disappearing...only to return again looking like they've been to hell and back several times.
And I've been cunningly dodging the little bugger, faking right, jabbing left and doing an Irish jig under my discombobulated desk just to avoid this plague and for a full month have been completely successful. I smile at myself and politely pat my shoulder for being so tricky.
But then. I go to Santa Barbara for a measly little 2 days. SANTA BARBARA! for crying out loud...200 fucking miles away!! and now I have it. Shit and I think it's bronchitis too.
And now...complex thinking are unbearable. And forget about remembering. Damn brain is fried yet mush and throat is threatening murder and mayhem. I'm trying to pretend I don't need to cough. If I pay it any attention it might attack me like a mugger in the night and I may fall over, shrivel up and die, before imploding from the pain.

Posted by at 05:04 PM

March 06, 2003

Hum. Ho, Hum...

Do you ever feel completely boring? Not just bored, but boring? I am feeling boring right now. I've kicked ass all week hacking at my to-do list with a machete and a vengeance and now...I'm pretty much done with all I need to do. So of course I amuse myself with CH sites, but ah I'm bored again. And I look at my recent entries and feel still bored. Dear me, I bore myself.
le sigh. le moan.
And this has been an eventful week whatwith my superiors overloading me, the underling, keeping me stuffed at my shit-desk 8-6 M-F, no breaks, and then random freaks popping out of nowhere with freakish intentions...(although I was pontificating upon this earlier and while some come-ons--ie. random scary people jacking off on phones--are just revolting, others can be friendly and easily brushed aside with no hard feelings--ie. guy at Diedrich's telling me I'm pretty and then moving on without expecting me to fall at his feet. Point's ALL about the delivery!) So, uh...where was I?
Oh yes. I'm bored. And boring. Somebody comment and relieve me of debilitating boringness! I don't even have any pornographic stories to regale you lust-hungry readers with. Where's Part ii Jolie?? We need it!!

Posted by at 03:58 PM

St. Patricks Day!!

Guinness, the maker of fine Irish stout, is spearheading a campaign to make March 17, St. Patrick's Day, a national holiday. YAY! Although, perhaps the day after should be a holiday too to leave time for proper recovery.
On the Guinness website: you can join this campaign and sign a petition to make this wonderful day even more fun to celebrate!
Hey, any day to skivvy off work and go get plastered is a great idea to me! I'll just try to remember to stay away from any doors...

Posted by at 08:32 AM

March 03, 2003

The Wonderful World of Vonnegut

An excerpt from "Breakfast of Champions":
(writing of rattlesnakes) "The Creator of the Universe had put a rattle on its tail. The Creator had also given it front teeth which were hypodermic syringes filled with deadly poison.
Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.
Another animal invented by the Creator of the Universe was a Mexican beetle which could make a blank-cartridge gun out of its rear end. It could detonate its own farts and knock over other bugs with shock waves.
Word of Honor--I read about it in an article on strange animals in 'Diner's Club Magazine'."

Another excerpt:
"Like everybody else in the cocktail lounge, he was softening his brain with alcohol. This was a substance produced by a tiny creature called yeast. Yeast organisms ate sugar and excreted alcohol. They killed themselves by destroying their own environment with yeast shit."

Posted by at 04:33 PM

Midnight Violation

It's 11:15 pm. A sleepy Jade awakens to the ringing of her cell phone.


"Is this Jade?"

"Yes, this is Jade."

" are you?"


"What are you doing right now?"

"What? I'm sorry...who is this?"

"It's Steve."


"Don't you remember me?

"Steve, the guy I interviewed?"

"Noooo......Anyway, I was just calling to talk to you while I get myself on, if you don't mind...."

(click) Jade throws her phone down and a silent scream goes off in her head.

Posted by at 08:42 AM