Something That Is No Doubt True: But I'm Not Sure I Cared To Know

When rewarming a person, at the point the rectal temperature is rising, the atrial temperature is still falling.

Which is from the truly great "Making Light" site.

But I don't want to hear about it while I'm sitting here in my atrium.

First Badministration Post

I just have a feeling it won't be the last.

The guy who is going to be my next higher up met with me and another person. We started talking about deadlines for materials and when construction would begin. Guy says. "Well, what if rwellor could get you all of the materials by (Date redacted)?" I hop in rather sharpish and note that the date he proposes is well after I will be off on vacation. He looks around, confused. Turns to the other person and with what he thinks is a firm jaw says, almost yelling, "what if rwellor could get you all the materials by (the date days after I will no longer be around)?"

weird... completely ignoring reality and that I "am a human being!"

then on the way out (about an hour before quitting) badminstrator drops, "oh, so-and-so needs a report on a project by tonight." Tonight is three hours away and this has never been mentioned to me before. I say it probably can't be done, but rush back to excel and pump it out. I walk it over to the "so-and-so" that badministrator said needed the report for the evening's meeting?

Nice.

She was never planning on going to the meeting. She, unlike the badministrator, was thankful to see the report and did things the badministrator would never do like ask questions. She grasped it and had me come to her meeting the next morning where, giving me credit, she summarized it neatly.

I'd much rather work for her. ;-(

I'm Agnostic on Narnia - But Shouldn't Little Tommy Get a Reach Around?

Hmmm...

never cared for Narnia because I never read any of the books. Tried "Screwtape Letters" and that so put me of C.S. Lewis that I could never return. Still, when the fundies try to use Narnia to attract more folks to the charnel house? Why does it look like a kiddie-cluster-fuck?

DJ R-bizzle D-Whizzle back in the house?

Good lord.. I am not the world's worst rapper...

this guy is

"The Awakening combines solid beats with a unique vocal style to create a poetic, yet positive effect."

If by solid beats you mean casiontonerrific and by unique vocal style you mean complete lack of flow. And why "poetic, yet positive?"

The mind fairly boggles...

When I get the laptop to the desktop I have to link one of his raps.... yee gawwwwdZZ!

Songs I Can't Sing the Chorus To (On my iPod)

A short list and the complete list is probably dominated by Liz Phair. ;-)

These are pop-ish songs I truly love, but when I play "sing-along" I run the risk of having my co-workers call security. And I'm not talking "Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet.. I'm talking songs that are by nature obscene or make me sound like I'm about to go rent a postal uniform and an UZI

"Give Me Your Hot White Cum" Liz Phair
"Fuck and Run" Liz Phair
"Fuck You" Whole Wheat Bread
"That's When I Reach for My Revolver" Gang of Four
"Homocide" 999

A short list... but what I have off the top of my head.....

The Birds

Chicken, meet Hawk...

From the New York Times (30 April 2004)

Cheney’s Five Draft Deferments During the Vietnam Era Emerge as a Campaign Issue

By KATHARINE Q. SEELYE
Published: May 1, 2004

WASHINGTON, April 30 — It was 1959 when Dick Cheney, then a student at Yale University, turned 18 and became eligible for the draft.

[ ... ]

But by 1963, ferment in Vietnam was rising. Mr. Cheney enrolled in Casper Community College in January 1963 — he turned 22 that month — and sought his first student deferment on March 20, according to records from the Selective Service System.

After transferring to the University of Wyoming at Laramie, he sought his second student deferment on July 23, 1963.

On Aug. 7, 1964, Congress approved the Gulf of Tonkin resolution, which allowed President Lyndon B. Johnson to use unlimited military force in Vietnam. The war escalated rapidly from there.

Just 22 days later, Mr. Cheney married his high school sweetheart, Lynne. He sought his third student deferment on Oct. 14, 1964.

[ … ]

Mr. Cheney obtained his fourth deferment when he started graduate school at the University of Wyoming on Nov. 1, 1965.

On Oct. 6, 1965, the Selective Service lifted its ban against drafting married men who had no children. Nine months and two days later, Mr. Cheney’s first daughter, Elizabeth, was born. On Jan. 19, 1966, when his wife was about 10 weeks pregnant, Mr. Cheney applied for 3-A status, the “hardship” exemption, which excluded men with children or dependent parents. It was granted.

In January 1967, Mr. Cheney turned 26 and was no longer eligible for the draft.

[ … ]

He told an interviewer at the time, “I think those who did in fact serve deserve to be honored for their service.”

Of American involvement in Vietnam, he said: “Was it a noble cause? Yes, indeed, I think it was.”

On Da Road

these are buggies who died, died!


birdbrains



Someone thinks I have a pretty mouth


with the world on his back...

I Am Not the First to Notice the Monty Python Terrorist

But I do have screen caps!

In a Pensive Moment:



Before the Taliban Pulled my Director's Guild Card (just because I was a woman):




Famous at Last!:

Peace on the Airplane

Anyone who has ever flown on a plane more than a couple of times knows that one of the biggest risks (no, not crashing) is having to sit next to someone annoying. If you’ve never experienced this — congratulations! — you’re probably one of those irritating gabbers I’ve ignored.

Want to choose someone who will talk to you? Why look! There’s an introduction service. So go, find someone else insane, and leave me alone on the plane.

via immutably me via wolf angel

This is why a benevolent FSM invented the iPod. You don't even have to have it on, just pop the buds in your ear and look a bit vague. If you really want to ensure your seatmate doesn't talk to you, occasionally hum/sing some borderline ("borderline" kids, you're on an airplane and the airlines are very anal about dealing with perceived and imaginary threats) lyric under your breath. I like "Career Opportunities" by the Clash. It has nothing to do with guns or bombs, so should be airline-safe, but it does indicate you are possibly a dangerous anarchist ("Do you wanna make tea for the BBC do you really wanna be a cop. Career opportunities the ones that never knock, everything they offer you is somethin on the dock"). "White Riot" also works if you feel comfortable playing the semi-race card ("White Riot, White Riot, White Riot wanna riot of my own. Black man gotta lot a problems..." and so on).

Also, not showering for three days before the flight seems to shut people up. ;-)

Clothing selection can also help. Don't wear anything that someone might want to talk about. Wearing your "I love kitties" sweatshirt with the adorable little kittens playing with balls of yarn? You're asking for it and you probably deserve it if someone talks to you. Go a different route - wear your "Adolf Hitler World Tour: 1939-1944" shirt and you should be left entirely alone unless you meet a Nazi or JDL member with no sense of irony (hmmm... those are two groups not known for ironic distance, so.. you take your chances).

And, if all else fails, do make some comment about a bomb or a hijacking. Just be certain that you want to switch some boring guy on a plane for some threatening guy in the next (and you hope it stays that way) bunk.

Me?

I'll drive.