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January 28th, 2010
 | 03:27 pm - Because my SO did it
you are cadetblue
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Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.
Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.
Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.
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January 18th, 2010
 | 11:42 am - If my weekend had been any more fun, I'd be dead
SATURDAY: OMFG, GAME MADE OF AWESOME!!! (Great food too). Caprine's Lovecraft-set-in-1790-Venice game took a turn for the terrifying when we finally tracked down the creature who summoned the Worm That Tried To Devour The Piazza San Marco. My character (Casanova) and Terrie's gypsy shapeshifter tried to take on the summoner on their own and were described by other players as having "balls of enriched uranium." Those players have yet to grasp the sad truth about Terrie and I as roleplayers: we are adrenaline junkies. And this game delivered! We survived, but ended up falling in the canal. Yuck!
SUNDAY: Oh, God, Disneyland with three eight-year-old girls who spent a third their time screaming with joy, a third complaining and the rest fighting. And it POURED. Have you ever tried to convince a giggle(1) of girls that rain means we should think about leaving?
Final score: Space Mountain three times, Matterhorn twice, Haunted House twice, Pirates twice, Big Thunder twice, Indiana Jones twice, Splash Mountain FIVE TIMES.
(1) Collective noun for girls under twelve.
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January 4th, 2010
 | 09:00 am - Weird Dream Channel
My cousin from England came to San Diego. (I have no cousin from England.) She turned out to be the cross-dressing actress who played the Ninth Doctor on Doctor Who. (Yes, I know.) She looked, however, like a typical cousin from my mother's side of the family -- thin, pretty and pale, with good skin, dark hair and a long, pointy nose. I greeted her at the airport and told her that the Ninth Doctor was my absolute favorite. She was pleased, but she seemed to want to leave that part of her life behind her -- that was why she was moving to San Diego. She wanted to get a pilot's license and fly charter planes, or get a job on a cargo ship. I took her home and called a few friends to come over and get her autograph on their books and DVDs and stuff. She cheerfully signed whatever we handed to her, but then she wanted to go down to the harbor and look at the docks and talk about getting an apartment. I really liked her. I wish she were real.
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December 14th, 2009
| 11:22 am - Perception of Time
It's disorienting, but my perception of time changes, depending on which person I am with (or thinking about), and my emotional bond with that person. With my husband, I am simultaneously aware of the past and of the future, but have very little focus on the present. With my daughter, I am entirely in the present, an almost Zen-like NOW, focused upon events as they occur, and I can hardly imagine past or future. With my mother, I am mostly aware of the past. There is barely any present or future. With other people, I can shift focus as necessary.
My husband is a river, a road, or a journey. My daughter is a room where I am deeply in love with all of the furniture. (This will make it very difficult when she leaves home.) My mother is a building I left behind years ago -- even though she is still alive and I love her very much. Everyone else is -- well, they are other people, like me. Creatures that exist in past, present, and future.
I can't come to any conclusion about this. I need to write some poetry or something.
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November 12th, 2009
| 01:54 pm - Ever get the feeling entropy is winning?
Puppy pooped on the rug. Older dog is staggering around in circles. Car died. Next door neighbors' kids have H1N1. Fellow parents standing around school grounds talking about yanking kids from school for fear of same. Friend #1 has seriously ill parent. Friend # 2 has financial crisis. Friend #3 has deceased grandparent AND financial crisis AND threat of eviction. Friend #4 is feeling suicidal. Parents are suddenly much older than they were last time I checked. Relatives back East dropping like flies.
Time to build a bunker.
(Please note that friends are listed in order of proximity, not necessarily preference.)
Update: I forgot to mention California's next inevitable financial meltdown.
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August 29th, 2009
 | 03:12 pm - The Meming Of Life
Have you ever lied to a teacher to get out of a deadline?
Probably, but I have blocked it out of my memory.
What kind of magazines do you read?
I don't. Sometimes I'll read an article in hubby's Discover.
What's your occupation?
Decrying the American criminal justice system.
What's really creepy?
Rush Limbaugh's foreskin.
Who is your celebrity crush?
Sting, Neil Gaiman, Antonio Banderas.
What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
I am currently obsession-free.
What are you listening to right now?
Air Traffic Control -- Louis XIV.
What are you most excited for?
The prospect of finishing my novel.
What websites do you always visit when you go online?
LJ, Rich's ComixBlog, Wikipedia, and wherever LJ sends me.
What was the last thing you bought?
Heelies for my daughter. As usual, she begged for days, then lost interest after she got them when it turned out to be too hard.
What was the cutest thing you've seen today?
I took my daughter to see Ponyo. I'm overdosed on Teh Cute.
Does the weather affect your mood?
Only when it's too hot, or has been raining for days.
What is your zodiac sign?
Picses, and Wood Dragon.
Do you want to learn another language?
Not enough to expend that much effort.
5 things you can't live without:
Writing, caffeine, exercise, love, daughter.
Do you have any siblings?
Yes.
What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?
Look, idiots, this is not that hard: Don't rape, rob, or murder each other. And if you do drugs, for God's sake, go do them in a more civilized country.
If you weren't doing this meme, what would you be doing instead?
Helping daughter practice her piano.
Say something to the person who tagged you:
I miss you.
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August 24th, 2009
 | 08:54 am - Of Rants and Movies
These days, when I hear a guy use the term politically correct, I assume that he is probably being a hypocrite whenever he happens to treat another person decently, especially if the other person is a woman, person of color, homosexual, transsexual, or disabled.
The article is long, and dated, so don't bother clicking unless you have time to kill and want to read a whiny privileged rant about the good old days from a guy who is dead now anyway.
Speaking of racism, I've just seen District Nine. It is racist, and by that, I mean it despises the entire human race. The black guys are all blood-thirsty, power-hungry sadists, and they eat aliens to gain their strength. The white guys are all blood-thirsty, power-hungry sadists, and they torture aliens for medical research. Only difference is that the white guys bathe more often. Civilization Is Soap, right? Ughh. I wish I could wash out my brain.
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July 20th, 2009
| 08:33 pm - HA HA HA HA HA!
Your result for The Supervillain Archetype Test...
The MegalomaniacAmbitious, Intelligent, Calculating 
The Megalomaniac is the most prestigious of super-villain classes. If anyone is ever going to rule the world, it will probably be you. Your main goal in life is power and domination, you have the tools to do it, and you know it. Megalomaniacs are intelligent and forceful, and they tend not to let their emotions cloud their judgment. Most of the time. They are usually found, or not found, working at the top of a huge structured organization, though many prefer to work by themselves. The Megalomaniac has but one flaw, but its an invariably fatal one; arrogance. He knows that he can take over the world, and he isn't afraid to let you know, often elaborately and in great detail. They often do not foresee the fly in their ointment, because they do not want to admit that such a fly could exist. Sample Megalomaniacs: Dr. Doom, Lex Luthor, Ras al'Ghul, Kang the Conqueror, Emperor Palpatine, Brain
Take The Supervillain Archetype Test at HelloQuizzy
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July 13th, 2009
 | 02:24 pm - Hate Life
Haven't posted in two months. There were so many happy things I could have shared. My daughter's piano skills. The birth of my niece. Our acquisition of a puppy. The vacation in Yosemite. But today?
1) Health care reform is dead. So too, many of my friends, years before their time.
2) California is one solidly gridlocked bureaucracy with no money, handing out IOUs.
3) It's hot. It's too damn hot.
4) I lost my wallet last week. I got it back with only two cards missing, but only after I had canceled all of my cards. AND ---
5) The puppy CHEWED UP MY GLASSES!
Anyone want a very small fur rug?
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May 15th, 2009
 | 04:20 pm - Three Strikes You're Out
Every now and then, I like to let people know how their tax dollars are being spent in California's prison system, where we have the Three Strikes Law. It's very simple in practice. You get convicted of two violent or serious crimes (and these are usually robbery, rape, murder, things you SHOULD, in fact, go to prison for), then, after you've done your time, if you commit one more felony, any kind of felony, you get 25 years to life.
Here are a few of the felonies people are getting 25 to life for:
Sneaking into a church basement and eating one (1) slice of cold pizza. (It's burglary because the dude had the intent to steal something; without the pizza eating, it would have been misdemeanor trespass.)
Spitting on a prison guard. (Technically assault by an inmate on a non-confined person.)
Denying a prior knee injury on a worker's comp claim. (The prior knee injury was a washout -- 0% disability -- and not apportionable against the new claim.)
It is also a felony, in California, to conspire to commit misdemeanor. I've never heard of anyone getting 25-life for this, but that doesn't mean it couldn't happen.
It's this sort of shit that makes me SO proud to be a Californian. :/
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May 5th, 2009
| 08:43 am - How old am I again?
Please forgive a totally self-indulgent post, but there's an old person who lurks in my mirror first thing in the morning. Red eyes, frumpy hair and sagging jawline, and the rest of the body: not fat, but with an extra fifteen or twenty pounds definitely hanging off the bones.
In my dreams, I can't figure out how old I am. This morning I was at my (deceased) grandmother's house on Oneida Lake, sorting through the stuff I had to pack before my Mom took me home to our house -- where? Edinboro? Flagstaff? I looked through our old records, trying to figure out which ones I wanted -- Deja Vu by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young? Ella Fitzgerald? Mint condition Barabajagal Donovan record? -- and I noticed the sun on the lovely orange paint job I put in the living room of MY house that we just bought this year like sort-of responsible adults. Then Mom came in and told me I had to do several hours of gardening work for her. I could not remember if I had the time or not. Did I have legal briefs due, or did I have homework?
Am I fifteen, or am I forty-five?
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April 9th, 2009
 | 11:59 am - What Big Cat Are You?
| You Are a Cougar |  You have more strength than most people, and with it, the ability to inflict a lot of harm.
Your power gives you confidence, and you find leading others to be easy.
You believe that you need to the best, and you are very driven to excel.
Most people immediately admire you, but some people feel very envious of your abilities. |
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March 24th, 2009
 | 03:55 pm
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March 18th, 2009
 | 12:05 pm
 | I am:Ursula K. LeGuin Perhaps the most admired writing talent in the science fiction field. |
Which science fiction writer are you?
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March 9th, 2009
 | 09:38 am - This has nothing to do with RaceFail2009
But I am privileged. Really, really privileged. How privileged? I have a daughter, and my daughter's birth mother, a woman of color, doesn't. Her government conspired with me to take her child away and give it to me, essentially because I am a rich white American and she is poor.
Yes, she abandoned the child. I assume she had no choice, being unable to pay the fine imposed for having more than one baby, or because her family wanted a boy. I assume that it broke her heart to carry that baby, to feel it kick, to know that its tiny heartbeat depended on hers, to give birth -- and to have to give her up when she was three days old. Never to know this child. Never to see how, when she was fourteen months old, she loved to offer a toy, then snatch it away when you reached for it, and laugh and laugh. Never to see how the sweat beaded on her tiny nose when she was wrapped up in three layers on a stifling day. Never to hear the funny things she said, or know how smart and beautiful she would grow. How gentle she is taking care of sick animals. How she can pick out "Camptown Ladies" on the keyboard by ear.
And Autumn's nanny, let's not forget her. Hired to take care of a baby in her own home for one year. How do you give up a child after you've had a year to bond? And she loved Autumn, you can tell, because Autumn was so happy and so responsive, she returned affection unstintingly. She learned how to trust.
Two women of color gave up their daughter so that I could have one. I am swimming in privilege, painted with it, saturated with it. I am so privileged, that if I meet a person of color on the sidewalk, he will get out of my way, and if we bump into each other, he will apologize even if it is my fault. I might as well be living in the antebellum South.
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February 7th, 2009
| 06:42 am - Here we go again, into the abyss
To: Appellate Court-Appointed Counsel:
The Administrative Office of the Courts (AOC) received word today from the
Office of the State Controller (SCO) that payments to court-appointed counsel
will be held at their office, and not paid, for at least 30 days. All
compensation claims submitted by the AOC to the SCO on or after January 29 are
being held at least 30 days before they will be paid.
Any compensation claims transmitted from the appellate projects to the AOC on or
after January 27, 2009 will be held at SCO for at least 30 days. Please contact
your project, if you have questions about whether your claim will be paid or
held for at least 30 days.
As the AOC receives more information, we will pass it on to you. We know the
current situation imposes an extreme hardship on you and your families and we
are in daily communication with the SCO to get more definite information about
the budget impasses effect on appellate court-appointed counsel.
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January 20th, 2009
| 09:13 am - September has ended.
A dear old friend has refriended me on LiveJournal in the last few days, which makes me think it is way past time I actually blogged about something and of course, today provides something awfully important to blog about.
Up until it got so overplayed on the radio that I couldn't stand to hear it, I summed up the last eight years by humming "Wake me up when September ends."
Now I need to find a new song. One that brings me to tears like today does.
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December 18th, 2008
 | 12:59 pm - LOLmas
I did not do this one, but it goes so well with the one I did.
more animals
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December 10th, 2008
 | 01:21 pm
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME AND ARTIST.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OK?" YOU SAY:
The Becoming -- Nine Inch Nails. (Um, yikes?)
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Your Song -- Elton John. (Wow, I thought I was more selfish than that.)
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Leave It -- Yes.
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Solsbury Hill -- Peter Gabriel. (Okay, that's one of my all-time favorites. I feel good today, but not THAT good.)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
(Hang on while I finish listening to Solsbury Hill. Okay.) Troy -- Sinead O'Connor. (Again, yikes.)
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE, IN GENERAL?
I Do Not Want This -- Nine Inch Nails. (I'm sensing a theme here.)
CAN YOU BE MORE SPECIFIC?
Driving The Last Spike -- Genesis. (Apparently not.)
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
One Of Us -- Joan Osborne.
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Flyaway -- Joan Osborne. (They think I'm going to be caught up in the Rapture? Not bloody likely!)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
See That My Grave Is Kept Clean -- Bob Dylan. (Cause yeah, I'm that anal.)
NAME YOUR FAVORITE MEMORY:
Long Road To Ruin -- Foo Fighters. (Not.)
WHAT IS 2+2?
Imagine -- Joan Baez cover of John Lennon. (How Zen.)
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SANG OUT OF TUNE?
Someday Never Comes -- Creedence. (I guess I'm not too worried about it.)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Sledgehammer -- Peter Gabriel. (HAH!)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
My Song -- Moody Blues.
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Desert -- Cirque de Soleil.
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ANECDOTE?
She's Like Heroin -- System Of A Down. (I can think of several anecdotes like that.)
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Family Portrait -- Pink. (That should be my life story.)
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Enter Sandman -- Metallica. (HAH!)
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Wish You Were Here -- Pink Floyd. (Exactly right.)
WHAT DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Marco Polo -- Loreena McKennit.
WHAT WILL YOU PLAY TO YOUR KIDS IN THE CAR?
You Make Loving Fun -- Fleetwood Mac. (Yeah, okay.)
WHAT DO YOU WANT AS YOUR LAST DANCE?
Different People -- No Doubt.
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) -- Nancy Sinatra. (LOL!)
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums -- A Perfect Circle. (Um, okay.)
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Poor Boy -- Rolling Stones. (A song about the biblical prodigal son?)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Everybody Knows That You Are Insane -- Queens Of The Stone Age.
WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Bye & Bye -- Bob Dylan.
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
A-Tisket A-Tasket -- Ella Fitzgerald. (Of embarrassment, apparently.)
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Never As Good As The First Time -- Sade. (Yeah.)
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Dog Train -- Sandra Boynton.
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
One Of My Turns -- Pink Floyd.
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Boy From Tupelo -- Emmylou Harris. (Sounds like that's a "no.")
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Singing In The Shower -- Sandra Boynton. (Scary!)
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Bell-Bottom Blues -- Eric Clapton.
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
I Am The Walrus -- The Beatles.
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Madman Across The Water -- Elton John.
WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND RIGHT NOW?
Untouchable -- Garbage.
WHAT'S YOUR NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION?
Infamy -- Rolling Stones. (Sure, if you can't have fame.)
IS THERE SOMETHING WE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT YOU?
Nothing Compares 2 U -- Sinead O'Connor
ANY FURTHER THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO ADD?
The Return Of The Uninvited Parade -- Sandra Boynton.
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