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| Dropping by Earth? Don't forget to leave us a message... |
| 07.24.04 (11:10 pm) [edit] |
Tonight's possible post, has been preempted by this bit of silliness. Don't worry, it'll eventually show up. But for now... hubby silliness.
It's about 11:30 pm, Dear Hubby is just home from work, long hours, hot sun and tired brain. Yes, I am actually giving you excuses for this next remark. :)
We're watching Unexplained Mysteries on Fox. It's about crop circles, animal mutilations and contact with alien beings.
Now I won't get into the conspiracy theories that abound, nor the gist of the show even, suffice it to say, we were barely watching the show, as we caught up on each other's day. Hubby gets up to grab another beer and says "hey, it's a bulletin board." I look at him with confusion and a bit of trepidation, as you see, we haven't been talking about anything to do with messages, bulletin boards or anything of the sort. I smile ingratiatingly and nod, hoping for a clue to his remark. Since he's known me for some time, he realizes I don't have said clue and provides it.
"The crop circles are just messages left on all our unused space here on earth. They swing by, drop down with a super sized magnet, leave a message in universal symbols and head on out. The next one (one what?) drops by, reads the message, grabs a six pack and meets the first one (one WHAT?) for a night on the universe."
I stare, I shake my head, and I stare again. He grins and pops the top on another beer.
Hmmm... anyone wanna buy a slightly used husband?
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| From the folks at Go-Quiz |
| 07.23.04 (11:01 pm) [edit] |
| How to make a therealunicorn |
Ingredients:
1 part anger
1 part courage
5 parts beauty |
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of emotion |
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| Not in MY CANADA... |
| 07.14.04 (10:20 pm) [edit] |
ťhttp://chargemoore.com” A Petition Now isn’t that just perfect. If he did get charged and did get sentenced to 6 months, he’d be OUR GUEST for 4 months. BAH! I say…
Let the United States keep their village idiots, as it’s well apparent we have enough of our own. (looks pointedly at the mayor of Sarnia, Ontario). Which, by the way, is no longer a part of my Canada. If the mayor of this border town in Ontario can make this idiot an honorary Sarnian so he can bitch and whine and moan about our politics then I can arbitrarily decide that Mayor Bradley is no longer worthy of being a Canadian. At least in MY Canada. To sit on public radio and claim that just because we as Canadians have opinions about the US election it’s ok for Moore to slam our system is ludicrous to me. Sure I have an opinion about American politics and I discuss it with American friends of mine now and then. But who am I? I’m a blogger, with an opinion... well whoopeedingdong. I’m not out there making documentaries
(FYI -- dictionary definition of the word documentary: Presenting facts objectively without editorializing or inserting fictional matter, as in a book or film. Also: doc·u·men·ta·ries A work, such as a film or television program, presenting political, social, or historical subject matter in a factual and informative manner and often consisting of actual news films or interviews accompanied by narration. See for yourself .)
It seems that Moore fellow was making noises and remarks about our federal election (didn’t that boy’s momma ever teach him to mind his own business? Special note for the humour impaired, that’s a joke folks… the man makes documentaries… get it?) and some young conservatives took exception and set up a petition (see above link) against him, asking that he be fined or possibly imprisoned for interfering with our election process. Hmm, well perhaps that is going a mite far, but I do believe these young people were making a point rather than really expecting Moore to be imprisoned. ('nother special note to my American friends, the application line for the job of prison guard forms to the right.) In jumps our hero THE MAYOR. He offers to make Moore an honorary Sarninian, because then he’d be by assumption (ass u me anyone?) an honorary Canadian and thereby allowed to voice said opinions, bitches and whines. Now isn’t that nice? Turns out that Moore is a frequent visitor to Sarnia. It also turns out that said mayor is one of the featured folks in Bowling for Columbine. Ahah she says, in that tone of didn’t we just all know that but without any proof we were hesitant to say so, the PLOT thickens. Are they friends, could they possibly be boyhood friends? Let’s examine the facts as Moore seems to say often enough. He grew up (according to the radio program I heard the village idiot mayor speak on today) in Flint, Michigan. Sarnia is right there, 60 miles from the border. Hey? Maybe they’re even related. Or better still maybe their daddies did business together? Gee I wonder if either of them ever gave the other a ride somewhere?
Enough of my attitudes about this. Here’s the link, unlike some people, I’d prefer people to think for themselves, read it, and make up your own mind. Mine is.
ťhttp://www.canoe.ca/NewsStand...”?
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| New Shawl |
| 07.10.04 (1:52 pm) [edit] |
I'm casting on for a new shawl today. (Taking a wee break just to let you all know this.. how so very kind of me.. don't you think? :))
Surprisingly enough *wink* it's from Folk Shawls by Cheryl Oberle. A Faroese by the name of Strora Dimun Shawl (p20). I've had some balls of Stahle Woole Klassik Sport hanging around for quite some time. A few primary colour balls that are for other projects here and there, when I can find another yarn to put with it. (Or when I can find more here and there as to the best of my research it's discontinued) But I have a (hopefully) sufficient number of balls in three shades of brown. A dark brown, a golden brown and two balls of an odd colour, almost a dark slate brown.
The shawl is in *stripes* of sorts, a border (which I will do in dark brown), a lace panel (golden brown) then 6 bands that I will alternate with the dark, golden and slate colours. *fingers crossed* that I will have enough of the slate brown.
I will keep you all posted.
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| Special K's got links to quizzes |
| 07.09.04 (10:54 pm) [edit] |
And guess what? I just hadda take them. Go figure...
It's an addiction, people and it's not nice to laugh at people with addictions. *eyes you* you know you who you are.
So without further silliness on my part, here's the silliness of quizzes.
20 Questions to a Better Personality
Wackiness: 66/100
Rationality: 30/100
Constructiveness: 46/100
Leadership: 50/100
You are a WEDF--Wacky Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you a menace to society, depending on how you channel your energies. You chew your fingers and have an addictive personality. Properly guided, you can be enormously productive--otherwise you run amok, stir up trouble, and generally have a hell of a good time.
To your friends, you are a source of relentless entertainment. You often get into trouble, but you almost always find a way out. You are strangely popular and feed off others' energy. You live hard, seize the day, and although your more sober friends would like to see you settled down, you generally have fewer regrets and better memories than they do. Your tenet is that, at the end of the day, one regrets only what one didn't try. You are right.
You could benefit from outside help in balancing your highs and lows. Or perhaps cutting back on the caffeine.
NOTE: Because I scored exactly 50 on leadership, I'm to look at WEDL as well. Here it is...
You are a WEDL--Wacky Emotional Destructive Leader. This makes you an anarchist. You don't give a damn. When push comes to shove, you just forget about it--it's just not worth the heartache. What this means for others is that dealing with you can be aggravating, because they find they can't get you motivated about things they care about. What this means for you is that you are happier, calmer, and saner then they are on their best days.
You are near-immune to criticism, and those who know you well acknowledge and respect that. You may come across as lazy, but the truth is that you find little to get worked up about. Regardless, you have slews of friends, because they are fascinated by your world view, jealous of your lifestyle, and drawn to the fact that you are hilarious to be around.
You are a pillar in a sea of hot-bloodedness. You have a sweet tooth.
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Ok I admit I took it twice. But I really did score 50 on leadership. The first time I came up as People's Advocate, but I was just feeling all benevolent and stuff. I laid down for a while and it went away. I'm much better now.
Here's the link. Jenny Turpish Slappe Me SPECIAL NOTE: I have NO idea what that name means LOL. But there's quizzes there, so I'll be going back.
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| What the hell is wrong with people... |
| 07.08.04 (11:02 pm) [edit] |
On my way home today, I was just leaving a 50 km zone, entering an 80 km zone when a large pickup hauling a 4 horse trailer decided to pull out onto the road I was travelling. In front of me.
Now, understand, we're talking about High River, Alberta. Not a big metropolis or even a small one. Small town, Alberta. Rural, yes, but not backwoods, or hillbilly in nature. Also understand, that while I was leaving town, and entering a provincial highway, it wasn't *rush* hour. In fact, there was no one behind me for quite some distance, and no oncoming traffic either.
As I get to about 100 feet away, out they pull, slowly, causing me to pick either slowing considerably from my within the speed limit speed, or plow right through them. I threw up my hands in disgust. Hit the brakes, muttered a few choice words to my passenger about idiots and blew my horn. All of which served nothing... as the person was totally oblivious to my existence. One wonders whether they'd have noticed the Supra sticking in between their trailer and truck had I not been paying attention and anticipating their idiocy.
What irritates me the most, beyond the fact that my safety was taken so lightly and with such little regard; is the whole ME FIRST attitude that runs rampant these days. All this person had to do was sit stopped (which they were already) for another 30 seconds and then they would have entered traffic safely without interrupting my speed and right of way. But no... they were far more important in the grand scheme of things than I was, apparently. For the record, I won't say I've never cut someone off, but it's been seldom and never by design.
I see this everywhere I go lately. I know I ranted about this rather recently but it's bugging me again. I've started a new venture... I've returned to school of sorts, to get some computer skills under my belt, or rather to have proof of most of them. So maybe it's just because I'm out and about on a more regular basis than before but it seems so damned prevalent.
I don't know what the solution is, but I for one am no longer going to be nice about it. I will continue to wait my turn, but when someone becomes ignorant or impatiently rude, I will speak up and point out, that while they are not any more important than the next fellow, the next fellow is just as important as they are.
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