Pain fills my head, obliterating all notions of telepathic cheatery

The start of another week, and here you can find me typing away at work. Click-click-clickitty-click. A nice beginning to a hopefully beautiful week.

This weekend was uneventful for the most part. Lots of chores, yay! We did get our wall mural, which should look nice once we determine how we are going to put it up. Now I'll always wake up to a gorgeous sunset on my bedroom wall.

Now I've just got to figure out how to decorate our computer room. Hmm... Suggestions? I was thinking that maybe I should put frogs everywhere. How's that sound?

Abrupt change of subject here, but who in their right mind would want to see a Fred Durst sex tape? Eww.. nasty...

Something smells fishy

So, today I was bored at work, yes again for the gazillionth time, and I decided to check the headlines on sfgate.com. Cruising through the website, I stumbled upon a disturbing article about a some wacko woman's sexual proclivities. Apparently, after this guy ejaculated into her mouth, she kept his sperm and impregnated herself with it. Weird, huh? What kind of upset me was the fact that she gets $800 a month in child support! Why? So, what does the man do? He sues her! (yes, we Americans sure do love to sue each other) For emotional distress and theft, ha. Man, you ejaculated in her, it is not like you expected it back. (Or maybe he was. Snowball) The courts dismissed the theft charge, but let the other charge stand. The woman responded to the charges by saying that her actions were not "truly extreme and outrageous." Girl, if they weren't I wouldn't be blogging about it. Get a clue, it is not conventional or reasonable to believe that getting head from some chick will lead to a pregnancy.

On another note, we once again had to postpone our Monterey trip. I'm thinking maybe we'll never end up going. = (

Veltan's Castle

Sweet Jesus!


Well, the weekend has past. = (

Ani was pretty spectacular, but that was expected. It wasn't her best, but Julie Wolf showed up halfway through. Man, that was sweet, and they sang angry anymore. = )
I ate a cookie, that was pretty tasty. Mmm... Cookie....Mm.....

Oh yeah, well she did a lot of new stuff. I was pretty impressed. Andrew Bird plays a damn fine bass. Very impressive. The opening act guy, whatever his name was, basically blew, which sucked cause he came out for a couple of songs during Ani's set.

F*#@%!!! I think my boy just blew my fucking ears out.... sh!t...

man... Where was I...

Oh yeah, my boy was sick today, which made me leave late, which caused me to roll through a stop sign, which became the reason for me to get a ticket, which made me even later, which led to my parking pass not working at the parking garage, which made me a total of thirty minutes late to work this morning. Usually this wouldn't have even been noticed because my boss comes in at nine. Alas, she had come in at eight. = (

That basically sucked. Not that I ever come in late though.

Hmm.. so, last night I watched Napoleon Dynamite. I was sort of roped into seeing it, but after five minutes or so I was enjoying it. = )

Gilmore

Bye

Bush = Pothead?

Ok, so I was online surfing through thenation.com, and I started this blog entitled "The Daily Outrage." In the blog was a interesting line about Halliburton, "For now, the US blocks exports to Syria and bans US companies from doing business in Iran. Except Halliburton!" Being kind of surprised (and that ever-intriguing exclamation point!!!), I was drawn to the link. The link takes you to a msnbc article about basically how corrupt and evil Halliburton is. However, that is business as usual, and I wasn't too taken aback by anything the article explains. The real juicy bit comes from a link I made on the msnbc site to another article about some tapes of Bush between 1998 and 2000. These tapes supposedly show a very candid, behind-the-doors pre-president Bush. Here are a couple of quotes. "I wouldn't answer the marijuana question. You know why? Because I don't want some little kid doing what I tried." On one tape, Bush explains that he told one prominent evangelical that he would not "kick gays, because I'm a sinner. How can I differentiate sin?" Thing is, the White House isn't denying anything. They only say that Bush was having casual conversations with somebody he thought was his friend. Maybe there will be stuff about his coke use and other nasty tidbits. I can only dream.

American's are just plain stupid

According to a new national poll conducted for Washington College, Americans are stupid. Well, actually it didn't come right out and say that, but we are as the results show us. So, in a survey that is completely about George Washington, only 46 percent of those surveyed could identify him as the general who led the Continental Army to victory in the Revolutionary War. What the fuck do our schools teach? Was I sleeping when, on top of library, art, and music program being slashed or entirely cut, we decided history is no longer important and should also stop being teached? Maybe I can be understanding and not get alarmed that only a mere 4 percent knew that President Washington’s first inauguration was held in New York City, but for respondents to not know who led Americans in the Revolutionary War. To top it off, when asked who was the greatest American president, Ronald Reagan came in second after Lincoln. 2nd!!!!! Rounding out the top seven were Franklin D. Roosevelt (12 percent), John F. Kennedy (11 percent), Bill Clinton (10 percent), George W. Bush (8 percent, I'm assuming they must have surveyed many retarded people who could only remember the last four presidents that we've had), and finally George Washington (7 percent).

Lame.

Ha! What a moron

When I read this today, I nearly busted a gut.

When the ranking Democrat on the House Armed Services Committee, Rep. Ike Skelton (Mo.), asked about the number of insurgents in Iraq, Rumsfeld said, "I am not going to give you a number for it because it's not my business to do intelligent work."

Man, I love it when Bush's cronies make stupid mistakes like these. It gets a little boring when it is just Bush fumbling over his own words. On another note, what is the point of Rumsfeld attending Congressional hearings if all he does is avoid questions and leave before everyone gets a chance to ask their questions?

The long arm of the Patriot Act

So, I'm always interested in the happenings in the Marshall Islands, and I pay attention to any news articles that mention them. Today, I found I discovered that the Patriot Act has had far-reaching effects for the Bank of the Marshall Islands. The act has forced the Guam-based Citizens Security Bank (CSB) to end credit card and other services to the Bank of Marshall Islands on February 15. I'm sure there are security reasons for this, but it must make things even more difficult for people living there. Ho-hum.

The Day After

Yesterday was valentine's, and even with no real plans, my boy and I had a truly romantic night. While nothing incredibly special, it was superbly intimate and relaxing. First we went and got surprisingly expensive take out from a wonderful little bistro. We took that home and proceeded to have a dazzling candle lit dinner. I think in total there were about 100 candles placed all around our living room. While we ate we watched a really good movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. While it was a romantic film, it stars Jim Carey and so it had some pretty amusing parts. Kate Winslet was stunning in her quick-changing-hair-color-ness. It was a little bitter sweet, but I loved it all the same. After dinner we curled up on the couch, smoked a bowl, and cuddled. (yes, maybe a tad bit too sentimental, but it was nice)

Now that the commercialized holiday has past, and we enter just another week. I smile thinking about the upcoming four day weekend, the Ani Difranco concert in SF, and possibly a dishwasher!!!! Sigh, a dishwasher. And to top it all off, Tori Amos comes out with her new album on Tuesday. While I know certain people won't be excited in the least bit (i.e. Busty), I am ecstatic.

Exhaustion

That is the state I'm in currently. My boys even worse, and he passed out on the couch an hour ago or so. Our little excursion ended up being on the top of Mt. Diablo. Foggy, wet, and windy. Those words best describe our adventure. I had a lot of fun until I realized we were on the wrong trail heading back down. We took the Juniper trail up to the summit, and then proceeded on to the summit trail for our trek down the mountain only to somehow end up on the north gate trail. Two miles or of our way. Making the total of our trip to just under 7 miles. We weren't able to see any of the dazzling vistas, but the various shades of green were spectacular. I think the fog actually made the greens more vibrant. At one point, though, I thought we were walking down into a gargantuan rain storm. That was when we figured out we were on the wrong trail. At the time I thought well at least we are going back up out of the rain, but at the end I think my legs would have preferred that we got soaked.

Orange Gates

Currently Central Park, in NYC, is literally blanketed with 116, 389 miles, yes miles, of bright orange fabric ballasted by more than 5,900 tons of steel. It is some art project called "The Gates". Pretty amazing. The pictures I saw made me want to go back. Not just to see Central Park again, which I think about daily. I keep getting this urge that I should be in New York City again. For Longtime. (giggle) Sigh.

So, it is Sunday, and I was up by 7:30. I haven't been able to sleep past 8 on the weekends now ever since I got back from New York City. I think it is my body's way of telling me that it is not jut my brain that wants to be there.

Oh shit. I am supposed to be checking weather reports and I completely forgot. Maybe it was because the first thing I did this morning was smoke a bowl. Nah, that couldn't be why. Some friends, my boy, and I are going to go hiking. We want to go to the Muir Woods, but the forecast did not look too good last night for the north bay. For a replacement we were thinking Mt. Diablo or Tilden. A good friend of mine who has been living in the Berkeley area for, oh, the past six and a half years has never once gone to Tilden. That amazes and troubles me.

The lake's prophecies

Aren't Fridays supposed to not suck? That was the question I repeated to myself over and over again at work. Not that work itself sucked, it was actually a pretty chill day. I finished a lot of projects, and I was able to start a whole host of others. Still I found my opening question becoming my own personal mantra of the day. What are you going to do? Well, other than smoking as soon as I got home. Actually, I smoked before that and when I walked in my front door. Still the feeling remains.

And if things weren't distressing enough, health officials think they have confirmed a case of highly drug-resistance HIV. The man seems to have contracted a strain of HIV that is "difficult or impossible to treat and which appears to progress rapidly to AIDS." Korea supposedly now has nuclear weapons capable of reaching the US. What a wonderful day.

Things aren't all bad though. As I've mentioned previously, I'm going hiking in the Muir Woods and visiting the beach this Sunday. Hopefully, the weather won't be too bad. Saturday I'm heading to the city for the day and probably stay to do something in the evening. Dinner is ready! Check you laters

Loathing, unadulterated loathing

I loath work. Well, not loathe, but I am really annoyed. Grrr...

Good thing my life isn't all work then. Made plans to go hiking up in the Muir Woods. Probably stop by the beach as well. I'm planning on going to the farmer's market on Saturday to get some bread and humus. Maybe some olives and other goodies. All will be great to bring with us. I can't wait. Went to the gym today and there was a friggin fire alarm. How damn annoying. My boy is all upset that the cable is out. He is going to miss Alias, and man is he pissed. He's on the phone right now with the cable people hoping against hope. I need shoes. I think I want some pumas. Maybe there are pumas with stars. I like stars on my shoes. I neeed stars on my body. mmmmm... Star tattoos, tasty. Dreams do come true.

That was the end of the optimism epidemic

Work. I could probably go off for hours on my job. Insurance companies can't do their job. My fellow employees can't do their jobs. So, what do I spend my time at work doing you may ask. Fixing other peoples mistakes. I would say that I spend about 70% of my time doing just that. While at first it wasn't an issue, they have now decided that I need to more work. When they first approached me to do what a volunteer had been doing, I said ok. That was only because when they had explained what I would be doing, it didn't seem like it would take more than half a day a month. I was wrong, horribly wrong. It is closer to a day a week. Grrr.... And why am I now responsible for this other person's work? Because they were making hella mistakes. So, I now must correct mistakes that the volunteer has been making for the last eight months. Eight months!!! This was never even hinted at when I they initially explained to me the new duties. I am becoming very jaded about my workplace. Growl.

Now, I almost didn't want to rant about my job. I just read an article about how people were being fired over there blogs, even if they didn't specify where they worked. I figured that since I never mention my name, that I will be safe. Hopefully this is true, and I haven't really mentioned anything to get fired over (knock on wood). So, hopefully it will all be ok.

Has anybody heard anything about The Wind-up Bird Chronicles? I was thinking about buying it, since my local library doesn't carry it.

In the throes of the optimism epidemic

So, Monterey was a bust. We had to reschedule for later on this month. I guess the aquarium will have to wait. It has already been seven years, so I suppose I can wait for another couple of weeks. Today we discovered that Pandora has fleas and our garbage disposal is completely falling apart. So, instead of driving to Monterey we cleaned the apartment including about seven loads of laundry, vacuuming the entire apartment, and giving Pandora a bath. Well, it started with just that. My boy took it upon himself to use this opportunity to straighten up the apartment, and boy did he do a lot. The apartment looks better than it has in months especially our bedrrom. So, all in all, today was pretty damn productive.

I want a kitten. I think Pan could totally handle it and not eat the cute little darling. Man, everything I think about it I get all excited and such. Although my boy probably wouldn't let me, I have these weird urges to buy a house out in the country and get a superfluity of kitties. Sigh. I suppose I can dream.

Woohoo, Friday of from work!

So, it is once again my day off! See, my job is only 90% of full time, which means I get a day off every other week. This is actually my first Friday, it used to be Mondays, but I figured Friday worked better for me. Anyhow, you may ask yourself, "wow, a day off, what would I do?" Well, for me, it was just a whole hell of a lot of cleaning. The bathroom, kitchen, living room. I even went grocery shopping. Exciting, huh? You know you're jealous. Admit it. What I really want to do right now is to be smoking a bowl, but I've been having a little trouble getting a hold of Mary Jane. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get some tonight. I hope so. My partner and I are going to Monterey this weekend, and I would really want to be stoned for most of it. Ahhhh.... Refreshing. Lets just hope everything goes as plans.

In other news, I watched the State of the Union, and it made me sick. The way he used the Iraqi woman whose father was assassinated and the parents of the soldier who died in Iraq. Come on. It felt a bit demeaning, like he was trying to get everyone emotional so they would agree with him. Ugh.. That coupled with his frequent winks and smirks just made me ill. Sad. Very sad.

Pandora

So, my precious if not rambunctious kitty, Pandora, has a sometimes annoying sometime adorable new habit. That of taking her little cat naps on my pillow. I don't particularly mind. Usually I just use one of those sticky lint brushes to get all of her hair off the pillow. (She sheds an awful lot) Last night however, I was mighty surprised to be woken up by her tail smacking against my head. It seems that not only does she want to sleep here during the day when I'm not using it, but she also wants to sleep there when I'm sleeping. Now, most people might not find this surprising, but if you knew how excitable and even a little violent Pandora used to be you would be. See, Pan, as I like to call her, used to be quite ferocious when anyone would try to play with her. Well, even if they weren't trying to play with her she would also be pretty ferocious. Recently, I'd say over the past year or more, she has calmed down significantly. So, when once I would have to sleep with either the bedroom door shut or cover my head with the blanket to prevent any unwanted nighttime attacks, now she can sleep right next to my head and not be the least bit bothersome. Oh, maybe a little, but only because she has one of the loudest purrs I've ever known. Let's just say that I love my little darling, especially now that she has become such a sweet little darling.