Ate too much today. I went to Super Target this morning and bought light yogurt and a couple of Lean Cuisines. I ate my frozen LC enchilada, then my manager comes by and asks me if I want D'Amico leftovers. Well, yeah, of course I do. So all in all I had an enchilada, Mexican rice, pasta salad, and a large roast beef sandwich for lunch today. I feel bloated now.
I've only got one hour to go. I hate how I absolutely crash at 3:00. My brain shuts down completely and I feel like I'm melting into my chair. There's never any coffee left over by this time of day, either. If there is, it's got that funky bottom-of-the-pot burnt coffee taste.
Going to go hunt down some caffeine now.
Miscellaneous crap pertaining to the in-between life of an in-between girl called PikaPikaChick.
Monday, March 31, 2003
Recap
Worked all day Saturday. I didn't get to go to the Gophers hockey game because it was a 4:00 game rather than a 7:00 game, so I stayed at work an hour longer. Sunday was the first day in a long time where I have been able to sleep in. I get next weekend off, which is great for my sanity but bad for my bills. Yesterday Dan's mom took us and Dan's sister out to dinner at Famous Dave's. Yay! I wonder why Dan's mom doesn't buy a house in Uptown. She seems to really like it there.
I'm not sure what Dan and I are going to do when our lease is up in June. We're not getting kicked out or anything, but we have to make a decision on whether we want to stay there or move again. I'd do just about anything for a better kitchen, but moving really sucks. We'd really like to buy a town home but neither of us have good enough credit, I think. And I know for damn sure I'm not asking my dad to co-sign on anything.
We have cable TV now. It's evil and wonderful. It's going to be tough making myself get up and go rollerblading instead of sitting on my ass watching Trading Spaces all day. BUT we get to watch the NHL playoffs in their entirety this year. And Twins games. Yay!
I noticed with some satisfaction today that I am not the only non-white person in this office. From what I've seen so far, it's just me and this one other older Asian lady. The rest of the office is overwhelmingly white females. I've never worked someplace that was overwhelmingly female before. It's always been either equally divided or a sausage fest.
I'm not sure what Dan and I are going to do when our lease is up in June. We're not getting kicked out or anything, but we have to make a decision on whether we want to stay there or move again. I'd do just about anything for a better kitchen, but moving really sucks. We'd really like to buy a town home but neither of us have good enough credit, I think. And I know for damn sure I'm not asking my dad to co-sign on anything.
We have cable TV now. It's evil and wonderful. It's going to be tough making myself get up and go rollerblading instead of sitting on my ass watching Trading Spaces all day. BUT we get to watch the NHL playoffs in their entirety this year. And Twins games. Yay!
I noticed with some satisfaction today that I am not the only non-white person in this office. From what I've seen so far, it's just me and this one other older Asian lady. The rest of the office is overwhelmingly white females. I've never worked someplace that was overwhelmingly female before. It's always been either equally divided or a sausage fest.
Friday, March 28, 2003
Gayatri Mantra
Om bhoor bhuwah swaha
Tat savitur varenyam
Bhargo devasaya dheemahi
Dhiyo yo naha prachodayat
"May you guide our intellect in the right direction."
There's a couple of mottoes I try to live by. The above is the Gayatri Mantra. The other motto I heard on some extreme sports show about ten years ago: "Pain is temporary, glory is forever." I actually saw that on a bumper sticker this morning.
Tangent: I saw the greatest license plate frame a few weeks ago. It said, "Cut your hair."
Tat savitur varenyam
Bhargo devasaya dheemahi
Dhiyo yo naha prachodayat
"May you guide our intellect in the right direction."
There's a couple of mottoes I try to live by. The above is the Gayatri Mantra. The other motto I heard on some extreme sports show about ten years ago: "Pain is temporary, glory is forever." I actually saw that on a bumper sticker this morning.
Tangent: I saw the greatest license plate frame a few weeks ago. It said, "Cut your hair."
How it is.
I have refrained thus far from blogging about the war. Mostly I've been in a state of shock and denial about the whole thing. I oppose the war on a very grand and abstract level. I am a pacifist because I believe that in order for the human race to evolve we need to start using our minds to solve problems, not fists and missiles. This war is unbelievable depressing to me. Depressing and distressing beyond words. We are living in an age where we can cure previously fatal diseases, fly across oceans and among the stars, and communicate with nearly anyone anywhere about anything by pushing a few buttons. And yet we are fighting a war because, like that fat, smelly kid in a kindergarten class, people can't share.
I truly believe that the world has gone insane. People are using women and children and human shields. We all live in fear because some idiot who doesn't really understand the concepts of life and respect could wipe out an entire city with a few microbes. People are being tortured and killed because they were following orders.
Governments are singing "This Land is My Land, This Land is My Land Too." This land, this oil, this food, this medicine, these peoples' lives.
Don't get me wrong. I support the troops. Of course I support the troops. Every anti-war protestor supports the troops. I implore each and every one of you mindless, flag-wearing militant pro-war zombies to stop and ask that protestor whether or not they support the troops before you spit in her face.
I oppose war because I value life. Imagine you were a soldier. Imagine that it came down to a one-on-one showdown between you and an Iraqi soldier. You both grit your teeth and raise your bayonets (or whatever) and get ready to do what your president says you should do and suddenly an idea strikes both of you at the same time. You think of your family. You think of how much you love them. You think of that sandwich you just ate that tasted like sand and remember laughing with your army buddies about it. You think about hugging your children before boarding the plane to Iraq. You think about how much you swore when you pounded your thumb with a hammer while fixing your kitchen cabinets last summer. You think about your daughter's first steps. You think about falling off your bike when you were eight years old and how your best friend brought it home for you later. You think about sharing a popsicle with your grandfather on a hot summer day when you were five. You think about how proud your parents were the first time you went to the bathroom all by yourself.
Suddenly you are in the mind of the other soldier pointing the weapon at your head. You see that soldier kissing his mother and brother before leaving home to fight the Americans. You see that soldier's eighteenth birthday celebration. You see that soldier's best friend sharing food with him and laughing about a TV show last year. You see that soldier's first drink. You see that soldier holding his nephew for the first time. You see that soldier's parents beaming with pride at his fifth birthday. You see that soldier's best friend sticking up for him at age four. You see that solder's life and experiences and joys and pains.
You realize that that soldier is alive, just like you. You realize that the soldier has friends and family and a life just like you. And that soldier sees the same thing in you.
Could you kill him?
I truly believe that the world has gone insane. People are using women and children and human shields. We all live in fear because some idiot who doesn't really understand the concepts of life and respect could wipe out an entire city with a few microbes. People are being tortured and killed because they were following orders.
Governments are singing "This Land is My Land, This Land is My Land Too." This land, this oil, this food, this medicine, these peoples' lives.
Don't get me wrong. I support the troops. Of course I support the troops. Every anti-war protestor supports the troops. I implore each and every one of you mindless, flag-wearing militant pro-war zombies to stop and ask that protestor whether or not they support the troops before you spit in her face.
I oppose war because I value life. Imagine you were a soldier. Imagine that it came down to a one-on-one showdown between you and an Iraqi soldier. You both grit your teeth and raise your bayonets (or whatever) and get ready to do what your president says you should do and suddenly an idea strikes both of you at the same time. You think of your family. You think of how much you love them. You think of that sandwich you just ate that tasted like sand and remember laughing with your army buddies about it. You think about hugging your children before boarding the plane to Iraq. You think about how much you swore when you pounded your thumb with a hammer while fixing your kitchen cabinets last summer. You think about your daughter's first steps. You think about falling off your bike when you were eight years old and how your best friend brought it home for you later. You think about sharing a popsicle with your grandfather on a hot summer day when you were five. You think about how proud your parents were the first time you went to the bathroom all by yourself.
Suddenly you are in the mind of the other soldier pointing the weapon at your head. You see that soldier kissing his mother and brother before leaving home to fight the Americans. You see that soldier's eighteenth birthday celebration. You see that soldier's best friend sharing food with him and laughing about a TV show last year. You see that soldier's first drink. You see that soldier holding his nephew for the first time. You see that soldier's parents beaming with pride at his fifth birthday. You see that soldier's best friend sticking up for him at age four. You see that solder's life and experiences and joys and pains.
You realize that that soldier is alive, just like you. You realize that the soldier has friends and family and a life just like you. And that soldier sees the same thing in you.
Could you kill him?
Whaaaaaat's happening, Peter.
Got Office Space on the brain today. It's been snowing since yesterday afternoon and frankly it's got me in a shitty mood. I totally meant to go to see Jason at the MOA on Wednesday about the Ebay stuff I'm doing for him and I just remembered it this morning at 8:00. Whoops. Oh well, it's notlike I'm not working with him all day tomorrow.
What else, what else. We got cable. We're going to keep it for the three months that we get a reduced rate so we can see the NHL playoffs. We're sneaky like that. Now I fear the TV because I was planning on getting on the Gazelle and actually exercising but I got sucked in by the Cartoon Network, TLC, Discovery Channel, and the National Geographic Channel. I watched so much TV I actually had a headache when I went to bed. I shouldn't feel bad about vegging out, though. I'm having my period and I'm all crampy and cranky. I think they need to make a super industrial overnight tampon for me personally so I don't have to get up at 5:00 AM to take care of business. Maybe someone should market a menstruation catheter.
Anyway...
What else, what else. We got cable. We're going to keep it for the three months that we get a reduced rate so we can see the NHL playoffs. We're sneaky like that. Now I fear the TV because I was planning on getting on the Gazelle and actually exercising but I got sucked in by the Cartoon Network, TLC, Discovery Channel, and the National Geographic Channel. I watched so much TV I actually had a headache when I went to bed. I shouldn't feel bad about vegging out, though. I'm having my period and I'm all crampy and cranky. I think they need to make a super industrial overnight tampon for me personally so I don't have to get up at 5:00 AM to take care of business. Maybe someone should market a menstruation catheter.
Anyway...
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
AAAAAAAAAA CREEPY
That super creepy freak-out Twilight Zone was on tonight. The gated community one. With the trees. AAAAAAAUGH!
It scares me like nothing else.
It scares me like nothing else.
The table is Formica. Bored is its color.
I have a hankerin' to watch me some Twin Peaks.
I also have this burning desire to get some exercise and I'm not sure it'swarm enough by Lake Calhoun to go rollerblading yet. I think it would be easier if Dan was more inclined to take walks "with no purpose." I'd rather walk around for a while before jumping straight into rollerblading around a three-mile path. I know that Heidi would walk with me but she has such an erratic work schedule and I don't know her phone number anyway.
I'm really excited and a little scared. I got a voicemail from a major national teen magazine publisher in LA saying that they were interested in featuring some stuff I've got at Zen Body Art. When I say major publisher, I mean frickin' huge. I called the lady back this morning and had to leave a message. Haven't heard back. Argh. It's adding to my building ulcer.
I also have this burning desire to get some exercise and I'm not sure it'swarm enough by Lake Calhoun to go rollerblading yet. I think it would be easier if Dan was more inclined to take walks "with no purpose." I'd rather walk around for a while before jumping straight into rollerblading around a three-mile path. I know that Heidi would walk with me but she has such an erratic work schedule and I don't know her phone number anyway.
I'm really excited and a little scared. I got a voicemail from a major national teen magazine publisher in LA saying that they were interested in featuring some stuff I've got at Zen Body Art. When I say major publisher, I mean frickin' huge. I called the lady back this morning and had to leave a message. Haven't heard back. Argh. It's adding to my building ulcer.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
All the news that matters
Super-interesting article about abandoning the "White Woman's Burden" in regards to Arab women.
Morons.
More reasons to drink Grain Belt.
Live in the Twin Cities? No monkey for you.
Wine in a can?
Morons.
More reasons to drink Grain Belt.
Live in the Twin Cities? No monkey for you.
Wine in a can?
What the...
I was just passing through the lobby and I swear I just heard two professionally-minded working women discussing something about a "fuzzy clam."
I wouldn't say I've been missing it.
I'm much more awake today. I didn't have to rely on coffee this morning to get anything started. It's nice to wake up and see sunlight, even if it's deceptively cold out today. My alarm starts going off at 7:00 and I hit snooze until 7:30 or so. I really don't need to get up that early unless I shower in the morning, but I guess I just don't like to feel rushed first thing in the morning. The drive to work took a little longer this morning and it felt weird not getting here at least ten minutes early. I'm freakishly compulsive like that. I have to be early for everything, no matter what. If I'm even remotely late I get all flustered and the rest of my day is screwed. I'm not sure why I'm that way.
I'm also a freak about getting separated from the person or group I'm with. I have this horrible fear of abandonment. Then I start to worry if I'm being clingy. It's frustrating and I'm sure I act very unnatural in public situations. Add that with the fact that I can't stand large, slow-moving crowds and I'm a big freaking mess.
You know that part in Office Space where he's talking to the Bobs and says that when he gets to work he does nothing and just stares at his desk for about an hour? I'm going to have to learn how to do that. I'm doing a lot of running from desk to desk and asking, "Do you have anything for me?" I don't have a lot of stuff at my desk so there's only so much rearranging I can do. I want to work, but I'm not good at looking busy when there's nothing to do. The other problem is that the "phone lady" is on vacation until last week. There's a bunch of stuff that I could be doing, but require a phone at my desk.
I'm also a freak about getting separated from the person or group I'm with. I have this horrible fear of abandonment. Then I start to worry if I'm being clingy. It's frustrating and I'm sure I act very unnatural in public situations. Add that with the fact that I can't stand large, slow-moving crowds and I'm a big freaking mess.
You know that part in Office Space where he's talking to the Bobs and says that when he gets to work he does nothing and just stares at his desk for about an hour? I'm going to have to learn how to do that. I'm doing a lot of running from desk to desk and asking, "Do you have anything for me?" I don't have a lot of stuff at my desk so there's only so much rearranging I can do. I want to work, but I'm not good at looking busy when there's nothing to do. The other problem is that the "phone lady" is on vacation until last week. There's a bunch of stuff that I could be doing, but require a phone at my desk.
Monday, March 24, 2003
More Monday
Sitting here. Staring. The group I'm working in is actually very, very busy, but the business factor is directly related to Other People's Schedules. Other People need to call back. Or fax something back. Or mail something back. So I sit and wait. I'm willing to bet that by Wednesday I'll be swamped but as for right now I'm completely bored. Boredom leads to self-inspection, and I just found a chin hair that needs to go away RIGHT NOW. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.
Monday Morning
I hate being the new girl. I bumble around not really knowing what's going on or what to do, smiling and nodding and trying to portray this professional thing. I just hope I don't have bags under my eyes because I haven't been sleeping very well, or at least it hasn't felt like I've been sleeping very well. I think I just need to get some more Sominex and zonk out at 8:00 to catch up.
I like where my desk is because I can at least see the windows. At my last job I was working in the offices of a warehouse with zero windows on my side of the building. It was hellish. I had to bring in a full-spectrum light to keep from going insane. My cube looks so empty and I'm a little afraid to personalize it very much on my third day. If I get transferred to a new assignment or they don't like me or something I'd feel pretty stupid packing up a bunch of crap and leaving. I brought my little Vivi (FF9) stuffie and a little vinyl diorama of Zidane and Vivi. I've also tacked up my Margaret Cho ticket stub and the newspaper ad that goes with it. I think I'm going to put last night's Wild game ticket stub and my program with Richard Park up on the wall too.
Oh yeah. Did I mention I went to the Wild-Redwings game last night? Did you know that Minnesota kicked serious ass? Did you know that the Redwings went crawling back to Detroit after being shut out by a team they thought they didn't have to take seriously? BWA HA HA. Awww. Poor Federov. Poor Shannahan. Go home, losers. We in the playoffs now.
I remember a time when age 25 actually seemed old. Now that I'm so close, it's weird. The office I'm working in is filled with early-twenty-somethings and I'm left wondering if the workforce has gotten younger or if I've gotten older. When I was 18 I would look at someone who was, say, 23 and think that that person must have done so many things and had so many experiences. I used to think that I'd never make it this far. Now I'm screaming headlong into life and it's...
Weird.
I like where my desk is because I can at least see the windows. At my last job I was working in the offices of a warehouse with zero windows on my side of the building. It was hellish. I had to bring in a full-spectrum light to keep from going insane. My cube looks so empty and I'm a little afraid to personalize it very much on my third day. If I get transferred to a new assignment or they don't like me or something I'd feel pretty stupid packing up a bunch of crap and leaving. I brought my little Vivi (FF9) stuffie and a little vinyl diorama of Zidane and Vivi. I've also tacked up my Margaret Cho ticket stub and the newspaper ad that goes with it. I think I'm going to put last night's Wild game ticket stub and my program with Richard Park up on the wall too.
Oh yeah. Did I mention I went to the Wild-Redwings game last night? Did you know that Minnesota kicked serious ass? Did you know that the Redwings went crawling back to Detroit after being shut out by a team they thought they didn't have to take seriously? BWA HA HA. Awww. Poor Federov. Poor Shannahan. Go home, losers. We in the playoffs now.
I remember a time when age 25 actually seemed old. Now that I'm so close, it's weird. The office I'm working in is filled with early-twenty-somethings and I'm left wondering if the workforce has gotten younger or if I've gotten older. When I was 18 I would look at someone who was, say, 23 and think that that person must have done so many things and had so many experiences. I used to think that I'd never make it this far. Now I'm screaming headlong into life and it's...
Weird.
Friday, March 21, 2003
Two days down
I'm starting to actually do stuff at work now. The software is easy enough. I've already found a few shortcuts to make life easier. I forgot how hard it is to type when someone is watching you. I really, really, really hope this temp job turns into a permanent position. The workplace is unbelievably cool. Not trendoid dot-com Nerf basketball hoops and throw pillows cool, but there is a sombrero in the coat closet. And any company with a selection of six different coffees at all times is good with me. I'm worried about gaining weight working there, though. There were twelve boxes of Krispy Kremes, one pan of cake, and a large tray of cookies and biscotti in the break room before 12:00. And something hot dish-y for lunch for anyone who was interested.
Oh, and there's the "store." It's a supply cabinet stuffed with candy and cookies for a few cents each.
Mood:
Listening to: Vertical Horizon - You're A God
Oh, and there's the "store." It's a supply cabinet stuffed with candy and cookies for a few cents each.
Mood:
Listening to: Vertical Horizon - You're A God
She shat her pants
Dan's birthday present to me was tickets to see Margaret Cho. The show was last night. I almost pissed myself. LOVE HER!
Mood:
Mood:
Thursday, March 20, 2003
I was hoping for Donna
You are Sheriff Harry S. Truman.
You're efficient, dedicated and loyal, which makes
you the perfect small-town sheriff. And where
other men might have been threated by the FBI's
involvement in the case, you accepted Agent
Cooper right from the start, in the best
interest of solving the mystery. All in all,
you're a damned good guy.
Which Twin Peaks Character Are You?
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I won Final Fantasy X last night.
Saddest. Game. Ever.
Had my first day in the land of real estate. I don't think that I'm in over my head, but it's all very overwhelming for a first day. There's going to be a lot of memorization and cheat sheets going on. But I got a cube of my own, and computer of my own, and a bunch of office supplies. And a Swingline stapler. Keep away.
Mood:
Listening to: Something by Kenny Rogers (Dan's)
Saddest. Game. Ever.
Had my first day in the land of real estate. I don't think that I'm in over my head, but it's all very overwhelming for a first day. There's going to be a lot of memorization and cheat sheets going on. But I got a cube of my own, and computer of my own, and a bunch of office supplies. And a Swingline stapler. Keep away.
Mood:
Listening to: Something by Kenny Rogers (Dan's)
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Sooooo....
It's been an interesting weekend.
Saturday I had the girls over. We were originally planning on eating at a Korean restaurant, meeting everyone at our place, and going bowling or something but we ended up running late, grabbing ribs to go, and hanging out on the porch. Sunday we met my parents at Old Chicago and had a few drinks, then we had pasta with Dan's mom and sister. Monday Dan got out of work early because of the power failures going on all over the place so we went to the St. Paul St. Patrick's Day parade. We went home and cooked way to much food and had dinner with Kris. There were Irish car bombs involved. And Guinness. And Murphey's. And Killians. But I think I had pretty much been prepping all weekend so I didn't get much more than slightly buzzed. Which is okay.
The temp agency guy finally found me a job. I start Monday. WHOOO HOOOO!
I have a plan. I'm going to continue to work weekends at the MOA. Those paychecks will be split and paid to my credit cards. I need to stick with that. Really. Seriously.
Mood:
Listening to: Edwin McCain - I'll Be
Saturday I had the girls over. We were originally planning on eating at a Korean restaurant, meeting everyone at our place, and going bowling or something but we ended up running late, grabbing ribs to go, and hanging out on the porch. Sunday we met my parents at Old Chicago and had a few drinks, then we had pasta with Dan's mom and sister. Monday Dan got out of work early because of the power failures going on all over the place so we went to the St. Paul St. Patrick's Day parade. We went home and cooked way to much food and had dinner with Kris. There were Irish car bombs involved. And Guinness. And Murphey's. And Killians. But I think I had pretty much been prepping all weekend so I didn't get much more than slightly buzzed. Which is okay.
The temp agency guy finally found me a job. I start Monday. WHOOO HOOOO!
I have a plan. I'm going to continue to work weekends at the MOA. Those paychecks will be split and paid to my credit cards. I need to stick with that. Really. Seriously.
Mood:
Listening to: Edwin McCain - I'll Be
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Yay!
MN Wild beat Dallas Stars 4-2, yo.
My friend Lauren and I are going to be po' girls at the Nashville game tomorrow. Whoo hoo! After that the Wild play Chicago. Eep. But hey, we beat Dallas! Whoo! I wish I had a flask to bring tomorrow.
Mood:
My friend Lauren and I are going to be po' girls at the Nashville game tomorrow. Whoo hoo! After that the Wild play Chicago. Eep. But hey, we beat Dallas! Whoo! I wish I had a flask to bring tomorrow.
Mood:
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Today
I have screwed up my whole day. I thought for sure that I was working open - 3:00 today. So I get up at 7 AM, shower, scrape my car, and drive in shitty traffic to the MOA. I punch in. I start to open. I unlock the drawer with the starting cash. I see the schedule. I check to see who I'm working with. I see that I am working 3:00 - close. Shit.
I punch out. I lock up. I leave with my tail between my legs.
Who's got my helmet?
Ahem. Anyway, so I'm all paranoid now. Did I read the schedule wrong? Did I write the rest of the schedule down correctly? What if I was supposed to open? I haven't gotten an angry phone call yet, so I think I'm okay.
Called the staffing agency again today to see what's up. I'm interviewing for something that starts in April on Monday. In the mean time I have to wait until new jobs open for next week. Hopefully I'll know by Friday if I'm working next week. I should call the other temp service just in case.
I'm sick of being broke. I don't know how I'm going to pay my bills this month. I don't know what to do.
Mood:
worried
Listening to: Vertical Horizon - You Say
I punch out. I lock up. I leave with my tail between my legs.
Who's got my helmet?
Ahem. Anyway, so I'm all paranoid now. Did I read the schedule wrong? Did I write the rest of the schedule down correctly? What if I was supposed to open? I haven't gotten an angry phone call yet, so I think I'm okay.
Called the staffing agency again today to see what's up. I'm interviewing for something that starts in April on Monday. In the mean time I have to wait until new jobs open for next week. Hopefully I'll know by Friday if I'm working next week. I should call the other temp service just in case.
I'm sick of being broke. I don't know how I'm going to pay my bills this month. I don't know what to do.
Mood:
worried
Listening to: Vertical Horizon - You Say
Tar and feathers
HATES BUDDHISTS
"AS A CHRISTIAN, I am offended that we would have the Dalai Lama come and speak to a joint meeting of our Minnesota Legislature. He claims to be a god-king, a leader of the Buddha religion, which historically has been considered a cult because of its anti-Biblical teachings concerning the one true Holy God, Creator of Heaven and earth and His Son, Jesus Christ." -Arlon Linder, May 1, 2001
This was just the first of the string of nonsense and filth that has spewed forth from this man's twisted brain.
"They don't believe that there is one god," he said. "They don't believe Christ is God." He said they don't believe in God as creator of the world. "They believe in evolution and reincarnation," he said. "That is not Christian." -Arlon Linder
Somebody give this man a cookie. He figured out that Buddhism isn't Christianity!
HATES JEWS
"In discussing a proposed rule change, permitting denominational prayer before House sessions, Lindner told St. Paul DFLer Michael Paymar, who is Jewish, that if Paymar objected to a sectarian Christian prayer in the House chamber, Paymar could leave. 'Don't impose your irreligious left views on me,' Lindner said." -Legal Ledger
Oh. My. Gods.
HATES HOMOSEXUALS
"In some of the schools, we've got children as young as three, in pre-school, on up through the years that are being taught homosexual practices. And it doesn't mean they're going to be homosexual, but unfortunately they hear about some of the sexual activities of the homosexual, and they're being told that it's safe and so forth and healthy, and it isn't." -Arlon Lindner
To add a little more context to this gem, Lindner alleges that children are being taught that things like oral sex, fisting, and barebacking are forms of safe sex. First of all, if there are really teachers professing these things to be true, they need to be fired immediately because they are clearly idiots. Second, I remember being taught in a candid discussion in high school sex ed that there were more ways to have sex than penis-vagina penetration. And I was taught what was safe and what wasn't. If you're going to penetrate, use a condom. If you're going to have oral sex, use a condom or dental dam. Anything else could put you at risk. Period. If there was any discussion about fisiting, coprophila, foot fetishes, or any other kind of fetish, it was done outside of the classroom with no teachers present. If kids are hearing about these things, it's from the mouths of other kids. Lindner also seems to think that sex in a gay relationship always involves fisting and barebacking and multiple partners and so forth, which is laughable. Apparently homosexuals are unable to have committed, safe relationships. Or so he thinks.
"I don't hate any of those people. I know they accuse me of hating and wanting all kind of terrible things to happen to them, but I don't hate any of them. I do love them. Actually this would benefit them if they were to leave that lifestyle or if they would maybe be more faithful to one partner, if it's got to be that way. But it's my understanding that gays have hundreds and even thousands of partners over a lifetime." -Arlon Lindner
Right. We could just one day wake up and decide to stop being GLBT, because being GLBT is 100% a free-will choice. Uh huh. And hundreds or thousands of partners over a lifetime? Where the fuck is this guy getting this from?
Who voted for this bigot? Aren't you people ashamed and embarrassed?
Mood:
"AS A CHRISTIAN, I am offended that we would have the Dalai Lama come and speak to a joint meeting of our Minnesota Legislature. He claims to be a god-king, a leader of the Buddha religion, which historically has been considered a cult because of its anti-Biblical teachings concerning the one true Holy God, Creator of Heaven and earth and His Son, Jesus Christ." -Arlon Linder, May 1, 2001
This was just the first of the string of nonsense and filth that has spewed forth from this man's twisted brain.
"They don't believe that there is one god," he said. "They don't believe Christ is God." He said they don't believe in God as creator of the world. "They believe in evolution and reincarnation," he said. "That is not Christian." -Arlon Linder
Somebody give this man a cookie. He figured out that Buddhism isn't Christianity!
HATES JEWS
"In discussing a proposed rule change, permitting denominational prayer before House sessions, Lindner told St. Paul DFLer Michael Paymar, who is Jewish, that if Paymar objected to a sectarian Christian prayer in the House chamber, Paymar could leave. 'Don't impose your irreligious left views on me,' Lindner said." -Legal Ledger
Oh. My. Gods.
HATES HOMOSEXUALS
"In some of the schools, we've got children as young as three, in pre-school, on up through the years that are being taught homosexual practices. And it doesn't mean they're going to be homosexual, but unfortunately they hear about some of the sexual activities of the homosexual, and they're being told that it's safe and so forth and healthy, and it isn't." -Arlon Lindner
To add a little more context to this gem, Lindner alleges that children are being taught that things like oral sex, fisting, and barebacking are forms of safe sex. First of all, if there are really teachers professing these things to be true, they need to be fired immediately because they are clearly idiots. Second, I remember being taught in a candid discussion in high school sex ed that there were more ways to have sex than penis-vagina penetration. And I was taught what was safe and what wasn't. If you're going to penetrate, use a condom. If you're going to have oral sex, use a condom or dental dam. Anything else could put you at risk. Period. If there was any discussion about fisiting, coprophila, foot fetishes, or any other kind of fetish, it was done outside of the classroom with no teachers present. If kids are hearing about these things, it's from the mouths of other kids. Lindner also seems to think that sex in a gay relationship always involves fisting and barebacking and multiple partners and so forth, which is laughable. Apparently homosexuals are unable to have committed, safe relationships. Or so he thinks.
"I don't hate any of those people. I know they accuse me of hating and wanting all kind of terrible things to happen to them, but I don't hate any of them. I do love them. Actually this would benefit them if they were to leave that lifestyle or if they would maybe be more faithful to one partner, if it's got to be that way. But it's my understanding that gays have hundreds and even thousands of partners over a lifetime." -Arlon Lindner
Right. We could just one day wake up and decide to stop being GLBT, because being GLBT is 100% a free-will choice. Uh huh. And hundreds or thousands of partners over a lifetime? Where the fuck is this guy getting this from?
Who voted for this bigot? Aren't you people ashamed and embarrassed?
Mood:
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Monday, March 10, 2003
On my turf
I'm back. I may have a new name, but I've got the kiwi head again. Angel Gambler lives on.
Mood:
nostalgic
Friday, March 07, 2003
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
No way. I thought it had died.
You see, years ago on the old Compuserve I beta tested quite a bit of software, the most notable being something called "WorldsAway." It was one of the first in a relatively new form of entertainment called avatar-based chat. ABC has been around since the Commodore 64 days (WorldsAway was based off one such C64 program), but technology had just begun to finally catch up to the software. Those new 14.4 modems were all the rage back in '95.
Anyway, I moved on with my life and Compuserve was bought by AOL and, well, died. During my WA days I met many, many wonderful people in the small, tight-knit community. I even sort of had a sort of Internet fling with a Swedish man. I wonder where Shaker is these days.
The WorldsAway website eventually disappeared and I figured it wasn't profitable enough to keep going. Now just a few minutes ago I was reading in some random blog about something that mentioned tokens and avatars and it sounded VERY familiar. There was a link to "VZones." I clicked it and HOLY SHIT. There it is. Dreamscape. Kymer. Kymer!
I wonder if some of the same people are there after all this time.
Mood:
nostalgic
You see, years ago on the old Compuserve I beta tested quite a bit of software, the most notable being something called "WorldsAway." It was one of the first in a relatively new form of entertainment called avatar-based chat. ABC has been around since the Commodore 64 days (WorldsAway was based off one such C64 program), but technology had just begun to finally catch up to the software. Those new 14.4 modems were all the rage back in '95.
Anyway, I moved on with my life and Compuserve was bought by AOL and, well, died. During my WA days I met many, many wonderful people in the small, tight-knit community. I even sort of had a sort of Internet fling with a Swedish man. I wonder where Shaker is these days.
The WorldsAway website eventually disappeared and I figured it wasn't profitable enough to keep going. Now just a few minutes ago I was reading in some random blog about something that mentioned tokens and avatars and it sounded VERY familiar. There was a link to "VZones." I clicked it and HOLY SHIT. There it is. Dreamscape. Kymer. Kymer!
I wonder if some of the same people are there after all this time.
Mood:
nostalgic
Thinking Ahead
When my Blogger Pro membership runs out I've decided to switch my blogging system over to Greymatter. I've started testing things here. If you'd like to do me a big favor, head on over there and play with the karma voting and comments. Go nuts. I'd appreciate it.
Mood:
Listening to: Megumi Hayashibara - Don't Be Discouraged
Mood:
Listening to: Megumi Hayashibara - Don't Be Discouraged
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
True Love
You know you're in a true love situation when you and your SO can have a 30 minute conversation about poop. Not just anyone's poop. Each other's poop.
Mood:
Listening to: Pink - Misery
Mood:
Listening to: Pink - Misery
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Just a reminder
To all you Minnesota folks out there, GLBT Lobby Day is this Thursday, March 6 at 1:00 in the Rotunda at the state capitol. Head on over to Outfront.org and register! Or just take an hour out of your day to attend the rally. Senator Michael Jungbauer intruduced SF545 to the Senate, a bill identical to HF 341.
What it boils down to is that what these people want is total discrimination against people who love others of the same sex. GLBT people could be refused service at stores and restaurants. Violence against a GLBT person wouldn't be considered a hate crime. The state of Minnesota would implicitly endorce the mass killings of GLBT people by the Nazi regime.
Write, call, or email your legislators. Come to Lobby Day. Tell your friends and family to stand up for what is right. Discrimination in any form is evil and wrong.
What it boils down to is that what these people want is total discrimination against people who love others of the same sex. GLBT people could be refused service at stores and restaurants. Violence against a GLBT person wouldn't be considered a hate crime. The state of Minnesota would implicitly endorce the mass killings of GLBT people by the Nazi regime.
Write, call, or email your legislators. Come to Lobby Day. Tell your friends and family to stand up for what is right. Discrimination in any form is evil and wrong.
Tired
I tossed and turned for about three hours last night and finally decided that fuck it, I'm going to stay up all night. So I did. And I accomplished nothing. In an hour I will be at a staffing agency for a three hour ordeal. I ran out of paper for my printer so I can't print out my resume. I have to go in there with a post-it bearing the web address of my resume so they can print it out themselves. How professional. When that is all over I'm going to come home and (hopefully) sleep. I really wish I could go back to bed right now.
Mood:
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Monday, March 03, 2003
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Randomness from the Topics Blog (defunct)
What is the one thing someone could do that would drive you to madness?
Strap me to a chair in front of a bookcase containing a set of encyclopedias. Slowly start rearranging the books until they are completely out of order.
Describe your most electrifying concert experience.
(Geek alert) My dad took me to see Andreas Vollenweider when I was... I dunno, 13 or 14. I had never seen him live before, and was completely blown away by the show. If you've ever heard his CDs, they're NOTHING like a live show. There were vocalists, guest instrumentalists, crazy lighting, the works. And there was little afro-ed Andreas banging away on this electric harp and making it make sounds I didn't know were possible. Absolutely amazing.
Should the government be allowed to grant itself powers to snoop on its citizens for a good reason, just because we're in a war? Should it have to rescind these powers as soon as the conflict is over?
No, no, no, no, no. I know that privacy is a fractured myth, but I like to at least pretend that the government doesn't know everything about who I am and what I do.
Do you feel like your sexual self is separate from the rest of you, or that it blends in with the rest? Would people be shocked or amazed to hear about the things you do or think? Do you feel like, in certain situations or with certain people, you are sexless and without gender?
I'm not really sure. I guess I tend to keep that sort of thing to myself until I'm actually engaged in sex (then it's time to get nutty), but I've been known to let some things slip. Being a Pisces makes it hard to forget that I am a sexual being. I'd say that I think about sex or something related to sex several times an hour. Except when I'm around my family. *shudder*
If you were a photographer, what would you take pictures of? Would you gravitate towards self-portraits, landscapes, concerts, movie stars, babies, animals...? If you are a photographer, what do you take pictures of?
I'd try to take pictures of things that could bring peace. Zen stuff. A leaf floating in a pond. A crow sitting on a fence with an endless field in the backdrop. Blue blue skies contrasting with white white snow.
Do you think it's ever justifiable to be rude or snotty to an employee stuck behind a counter, being paid nothing but minimum wage to take your shit with a smile? If you're in a hurry, is this their fault? Does it give you the right to glare at them, roll your eyes, and use an off tone of voice? Ever? If they are foreign and their English isn't so good, does this have any impact on whether or not you feel they have the right to be treated like a human being? How does it make you feel when the person you're with is the one treating an employee like a lesser person? How do you compensate for it? Do you tell them to stop it or do you try to set an example?
It's NEVER justafiable to be rude to a retail/foodservice/hospitality employee unless they are rude to you first. Ever. Anyone who doesn't feel this way has never worked retail/foodservice/hospitality a day in their lives. If I'm with someone who's being an ass to the employee I try to take control of the conversation and steer it in a better direction.
Do you ever purposely rebel against the societal gender stereotypes? Is it an important issue in your life? i.e. If you are a girl, are you disgusted with the idea of acting "girly"? Do you have a hard time balancing out what's expected of you, what you want/are, and what you feel compelled to do just to destroy the idea that something should or should not be a certain way?
I don't go out of my way to do this, it just seems to be the way I am. However, I'm equally comfortable in a dress and fishnets or a beer-soaked hockey jersey and faded jeans. I try to ignore what's expected of me by others and focus more on what I expect of myself. I'm much harder on myself than anyone could be. I am what I am. That's all I can ever be.
How would you feel if your parents were reading your website? How would you react?
Just kill me now. No, just kidding. For all I know they are reading this. My brother and sister-in-law too. I'd prefer that they weren't, but I wouldn't care too much if they were. I just hope that they'd either completely ignore any reference to sex or stop reading altogether after happening upon a post of that nature. It wouldn't be so bad if they read the other stuff because I can't talk to them. I've never been able to. It would be weird to start now.
describe your dream house/apartment/condo (whatever).
A mid-sized house in St. Paul with a yard and porch. And hardwood floors and trim. A built-in buffet. New semi-professional kitchen, huge master bathroom. Hot tub in back. No insects. An established flower garden and koi pond.
be honest. do you ever neglect to wash your hands after using the restroom?
All the time. And if anyone confronted me on it in a public bathroom I'd laugh at them. What are they doing that necessitates sterilization? Are they peeing on their hands? Masterbating in the stall? Wringing out their feminine sanitary items?
Strap me to a chair in front of a bookcase containing a set of encyclopedias. Slowly start rearranging the books until they are completely out of order.
Describe your most electrifying concert experience.
(Geek alert) My dad took me to see Andreas Vollenweider when I was... I dunno, 13 or 14. I had never seen him live before, and was completely blown away by the show. If you've ever heard his CDs, they're NOTHING like a live show. There were vocalists, guest instrumentalists, crazy lighting, the works. And there was little afro-ed Andreas banging away on this electric harp and making it make sounds I didn't know were possible. Absolutely amazing.
Should the government be allowed to grant itself powers to snoop on its citizens for a good reason, just because we're in a war? Should it have to rescind these powers as soon as the conflict is over?
No, no, no, no, no. I know that privacy is a fractured myth, but I like to at least pretend that the government doesn't know everything about who I am and what I do.
Do you feel like your sexual self is separate from the rest of you, or that it blends in with the rest? Would people be shocked or amazed to hear about the things you do or think? Do you feel like, in certain situations or with certain people, you are sexless and without gender?
I'm not really sure. I guess I tend to keep that sort of thing to myself until I'm actually engaged in sex (then it's time to get nutty), but I've been known to let some things slip. Being a Pisces makes it hard to forget that I am a sexual being. I'd say that I think about sex or something related to sex several times an hour. Except when I'm around my family. *shudder*
If you were a photographer, what would you take pictures of? Would you gravitate towards self-portraits, landscapes, concerts, movie stars, babies, animals...? If you are a photographer, what do you take pictures of?
I'd try to take pictures of things that could bring peace. Zen stuff. A leaf floating in a pond. A crow sitting on a fence with an endless field in the backdrop. Blue blue skies contrasting with white white snow.
Do you think it's ever justifiable to be rude or snotty to an employee stuck behind a counter, being paid nothing but minimum wage to take your shit with a smile? If you're in a hurry, is this their fault? Does it give you the right to glare at them, roll your eyes, and use an off tone of voice? Ever? If they are foreign and their English isn't so good, does this have any impact on whether or not you feel they have the right to be treated like a human being? How does it make you feel when the person you're with is the one treating an employee like a lesser person? How do you compensate for it? Do you tell them to stop it or do you try to set an example?
It's NEVER justafiable to be rude to a retail/foodservice/hospitality employee unless they are rude to you first. Ever. Anyone who doesn't feel this way has never worked retail/foodservice/hospitality a day in their lives. If I'm with someone who's being an ass to the employee I try to take control of the conversation and steer it in a better direction.
Do you ever purposely rebel against the societal gender stereotypes? Is it an important issue in your life? i.e. If you are a girl, are you disgusted with the idea of acting "girly"? Do you have a hard time balancing out what's expected of you, what you want/are, and what you feel compelled to do just to destroy the idea that something should or should not be a certain way?
I don't go out of my way to do this, it just seems to be the way I am. However, I'm equally comfortable in a dress and fishnets or a beer-soaked hockey jersey and faded jeans. I try to ignore what's expected of me by others and focus more on what I expect of myself. I'm much harder on myself than anyone could be. I am what I am. That's all I can ever be.
How would you feel if your parents were reading your website? How would you react?
Just kill me now. No, just kidding. For all I know they are reading this. My brother and sister-in-law too. I'd prefer that they weren't, but I wouldn't care too much if they were. I just hope that they'd either completely ignore any reference to sex or stop reading altogether after happening upon a post of that nature. It wouldn't be so bad if they read the other stuff because I can't talk to them. I've never been able to. It would be weird to start now.
describe your dream house/apartment/condo (whatever).
A mid-sized house in St. Paul with a yard and porch. And hardwood floors and trim. A built-in buffet. New semi-professional kitchen, huge master bathroom. Hot tub in back. No insects. An established flower garden and koi pond.
be honest. do you ever neglect to wash your hands after using the restroom?
All the time. And if anyone confronted me on it in a public bathroom I'd laugh at them. What are they doing that necessitates sterilization? Are they peeing on their hands? Masterbating in the stall? Wringing out their feminine sanitary items?
Humbled
I was driving home tonight and I ended up behind a guy who suddenly dropped speed for no reason. He tapped his brakes several times like I was tailgating him or something, which I wasn't even close to doing. So I got pissed and started following him just out of tailgating distance. He tapped his brakes again. I got angrier. I kept following. He wouldn't let me pass. Really pissed off now.
I was fuming about it for a while and thinking about following him home and scaring the piss out of him, but then something in my head sort of snapped. "It's not worth it." My Buddhist influences kicked in. I sent some positive thoughts toward the guy and continued on home.
Imagine how stupid I felt when I discovered that I only had my parking lights on the whole way home.
Mood:
dur dur dur
I was fuming about it for a while and thinking about following him home and scaring the piss out of him, but then something in my head sort of snapped. "It's not worth it." My Buddhist influences kicked in. I sent some positive thoughts toward the guy and continued on home.
Imagine how stupid I felt when I discovered that I only had my parking lights on the whole way home.
Mood:
dur dur dur
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