Posted on 2005.12.22 at 23:48
The Taylor Law (or some such bullshit) can kiss my ass. That's the law that fines you 2 days for every one you don't work. The teachers will get it too whenever we have the leadership with the guts to strike.
It's been three days of driving through more traffic then I'd care to relate, but I have driven the entirety of Manhattan now (beautiful in the witching hour) and I don't think I'll be so afraid of driving anymore. Only a few pats from passing pedestrians (get outta the road!), I didn't get a scratch, I filled the tire and I collected enough gas money from the riders in the car to fill the tank.
We've been up late tonight cleaning and getting the animals ready for us to be gone. Matt'll get back Wednesday night. I am going to a blissfully quite mountain top in Alabama where I'll put my new Ramones anthology on the sterea and dance around the huge Christmas tree and look at lights of the entire city spread below and fish at the pond and check out the garden and meet Lily (my parent's new cat) and generally relax and refocus and realign.
That reminds me - I need to pack the Pilates instruction card. The rug at my folks will be plush enough for a mat.
Back on the main topic, being the insanity of this week: I support the union workers. Bus driving may be an easy proffesion someplaces, but bus driving in New York is NOT. The subway's even worse. So the strike plan wasn't good - so what? So they didn't get hardly anything - so what? They provide a huge service for the city and are mostly ignored or abused.
I'm glad to say I'll get my subway nap in the morning. It's time to go to bad.
Posted on 2005.10.31 at 20:55
So, there's this other galaxy, see.
And the past, present and future ARE navigable.
The Next Level has been attained.
Prepare for reboot.
Posted on 2005.08.29 at 13:02
Who can show a child as he really is;
set him starlike in his proper firmament
and place the rod of distant measure
in his hand?
Who bakes the gray bread of his death
and leaves it hardening, sharp as a
sweet apple's inedible core,
in his rounded mouth?.....Murderers
are easy enough to understand.
But to hold death,
the whole of death,
even before life is fairly begun-
to contain it gently
and without complaint-
that defies understanding.
Posted on 2005.08.22 at 16:25
So, was it just me, or do other people think the finale of Six Feet Under sucked some big hairy balls it just shouldn't have been sucking on?
Everyone dies. It's part of life. I get it already!
I hate it when characters I really love get so royally twisted by the end of a once-excellent show.
At least Claire...oh, I'm proud of Claire.
Posted on 2005.08.16 at 12:39
Our air conditioning is so cold, it's making me sneeze. Hattie is cute and squeaky in the window. I'm trying to find music to burn for Shisstofur - to inspire, to cheer.
Also, pondering names for his new pieces.
How I adore him!
Matt may get to bring a camera home from work this week. If he does, I will take pictures of us and the apartment and the cat and the neighborhood and put them up.
At this point, I swear I will learn how to LJ-cut. Cross my heart. All of that.
The world flows slowly like molasses these days. I work. I relax. I find some more websites for school. I write a bit. I relax.
I wish I could help Matt's work life be so easy. He's so wonderful and he works so hard. Love spills over my edges.
I made enchiladas last night. The real deal. I need to eat some for lunch before I go meet Mel for Pilates. I started Pilates last Tuesday. I already see dramatic results. It's odd and wonderful. My stomach is actually, finally shrinking!
Hallelujah, praise the sun. But not the heat.
Posted on 2005.08.16 at 12:34
- you're more genetically fit than 63% of the current population -
Nice. You're no Mongol warlord, but to have that many copies of your
genetic code running around 800 years from now is pretty impressive.
You're not at the top of the scoring spectrum, but, honestly, when you
consider that the cheaters, swindlers, and football players of this
world are statistically best-equipped to create children, scoring in
the middle is something to be proud of. You have the right mixture of
attributes. As you'll see below, some of your lines will die out, but
your genetic material will thrive here on earth for a long time to
A close friend of mine created a program to generate family
trees for this test. It's based on your unique answers. We accounted
for sterility, birth rates, death rates, disease, drug abuse,
nitwitism, and accidents and came up with this, for you. Note that you'll have significant offspring with two separate partners; the second of your genetic lines is slighly faded to make the chart easier to read. The second line could represent either a second marriage or an affair:
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
|You scored higher than 99% on fitnessfactor|
Posted on 2005.07.27 at 13:38
Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras.
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!
Sons of the fatherland, let's stand,
The day of glory has arrived!
Of Tyranny now against us
The blood-stained standard has been raised! (repeat)
O hear across our countryside
Those raging cut-throat soldiers come
To slaughter our children, our wives,
Whom they wrench from our loving arms!
We've set a date: July 14, 2007. 7-14-2007. Auspicious numbers and Bastille Day to boot. Perfect.
Posted on 2005.07.26 at 16:30
|the Cutting Edge|
(60% dark, 43% spontaneous, 22% vulgar)
your humor style:
CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | DARK
Your humor's mostly innocent and off-the-cuff, but somehow there's something slightly menacing about you. Part of your humor is making people a little uncomfortable, even if the things you say aren't in and of themselves confrontational. You probably have a very dry delivery, or are seriously over-the-top. Your type is the most likely to appreciate a good insult and/or broken bone and/or very very fat person dancing.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: David Letterman - John Belushi
|My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:|
||You scored higher than 67% on dark|
||You scored higher than 62% on spontaneous|
||You scored higher than 19% on vulgar|
Posted on 2005.07.26 at 00:13
We're non-conformists, what can I say?
It feels kindof silly getting down on your knee like that. Matt had to feed me the prompts. I felt like a total doof.
But, guess what?
He said, "Yes."
*cavorts gleefully, grinning like a fool*
Now he's wearing my great-grandfather's ring on his left thumg. Engraved with two As, it's a simple silver band with a square face where the As are carved. It's hard to describe...I wish we had a camera. My great-grandaddy was "Double A" Shiver. I'm "Double A" Curtis. It was a great bond between us. I got his ring when he died a few years ago.
So, that's enough for the family history for now. On to the important questions:
Who? My side of the party, who don't even know about this yet... I'm busting at the seams to call people which is why I opted for writing since we're trying to be mum tonight. Anyways: my twin Teresa, Katy, Martha, Mary, Cindy.
What else? I'm hungry. We left GA at 7:30 this morning and arrived home two hours ago.
The lake was amazing.
The river was amazing.
Katy was amazing.
Matt is amazing.
I am feeling ebullient.
We are engaged.
That's a summary of the most important events from the past week. Oh, yes, and Hattie is adorable and a ball of furry love.
Posted on 2005.07.15 at 13:26
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.