Thursday, December 07, 2006

Care and Feeding


So, I have a wonderful friend who is generally known to be a lesbian. None of that switching back and forth stuff. She was all about girls, until recently. She emailed me a bit ago, letting me know she’s dating a man! And she’s thrilled, but a bit clueless as to what to do with him. Things are working out generally well, yet the rules seem to be different for men v. women. So, in the interests of education and congenial relations between opposite sex couples, I am compiling my personal observations on those wonderful Man creatures! So imagine my best Steve Irwin impression, yet in the genteel manner of the 18th century explorers, and we shall begin:

1. She writes, “He doesn’t call often, is he still interested?” Oh yes, my dear, you’ve run into the perennial issue women and men have in communication. Women generally like constant communication, telling every thought and word, and use the phone as if it prolonged life itself. We’d rather talk about it than let it slide and see how things go. However, on my safari through love land, I have noticed a general tendency to use a lot less verbal communication by men. They just tend not to. There are, of course, exceptions! I personally tend to be bad about the phone. If I say I’ll call, I will, but I’m just too busy to be chained to the phone on a constant basis. My advice? Relax, call a girlfriend. And pay attention. If he sounds like he’s sick of talking to you on the phone, you’re probably coming on a bit too strong. Let him call you for once. Plan an outing with friends. Have a cocktail and watch your favorite movie. Having a life is sexy, and one who is constantly on the phone, checking on their significant other, probably doesn’t have a rich social life. Comprenez vous?

2. She writes, “Are we dating? It seems rather casual at times.” Well, my dear, is he consistently scheduling time with you? Is he seeing anyone else romantically as much as you? Do his friends know he’s spending time with someone new? Does he flat out light up when he sees you? (more on body language in a bit) If you can answer yes to these, then chances are you’re at least “seeing each other”. And without getting into the difficulties of labels (ugh!), these are general signs that things are progressing nicely. Your female gut reaction is usually pretty accurate, so turn it on! Listen to what it says! If he just doesn’t seem to be into you, yet calls you in the late evenings because he wants to “hang out”, you might be a booty call. Up to you if you’re ok with that, but let’s not pretend he’s the love of your life if you’re never seen in public fully clothed together.

3. She writes, “He doesn’t react the same – I can’t read his body language.” Well, no dear, not if you’re used to women! Men are just as readable as women, it’s just a different form of subtle. There are different attraction rules for how men and women act. Women flip their hair, primp, cross their legs, etc when they’re feeling attractive. Men tend to lean in, touch your arm, do little things for you (get you a drink, check on you), and just simply plunk themselves next to you for the evening. Physical touch is the most defining one I’ve noticed – if he likes to be touching you, it’s an excellent sign. And some things are universal – standing with arms crossed, leaning back away from you, not meeting your eye – all signs of negativity towards you – something is wrong, even if it’s not about you! And eye contact, leaning in towards you, and attention on you means good things usually. Make mental notes on what he’s doing physically and how he says he feels. Over time, you’ll see patterns.

4. She writes, “I want to see him this weekend, but he’s not getting the hint.” Well, silly, where’s your baseball bat? If you like the guy, tell him! If you want to spend time with him, tell him! It’s not a game or a mystery – he doesn’t get what’s behind door number one if he guesses what your silly mind is thinking. Just tell him. In short sentences that are clear and concise. If he can see you and is interested in spending time with you, he will find time. If he doesn’t want to or doesn’t have time, he won’t. And it may not be about you – Aunt Tilly the Horrendous may be visiting, and he doesn’t want to inflict her upon you. But if you ask clearly, you have a better chance of finding out the details. Your Ouiji board is not a good substitute.

5. She writes, “He doesn’t cuddle…” Darling, do you want a teddy bear or a man? One is vastly cheaper, one is vastly more fun! Men are about different kinds of physical contact, and just like women, vary widely on how much is satisfying. Right after a fantastic moment in bed, he may need a few minutes to get his mission control back online. Houston, we have a power outage after that last liftoff! It’s just a mental restart he needs to take care of, and he may fall asleep. It happens. Wrap yourself around his arm and count Prada shoes until you drift off yourself. And be happy.

6. She writes, “He won’t tell me what he told his friends about me.” Oh princess, that’s usually a good sign. A. he’s talking about you. TO HIS FRIENDS. Rejoice quietly in your adoration. B. It usually means that he actually likes you and can’t keep the news in. But if you’ve been psycho and there have been collective Bad Moments lately, he may be looking for advice on how to extricate himself. Pay attention. If things are going well, it’s probably that he likes you. But don’t make him dish. They’re his feelings, and guy language may not sound flattering to you, yet is the height of fabulous to his friends. Let it go and let them discuss amongst themselves. Look at his actions, not the words involved. That’s his world, with its own secret language and such. Let him have it, as your universe and girl talk is just as baffling to him. Over time you’ll learn how to convey those sorts of things, but for now, let it go…

7. She writes, ”He’s wonderful, but how do I tell him?” Oh honey, this one applies across the board as to compliments and communication in general. Too much is too much. You know why emeralds are valuable? They’re rare. Not horribly so, but they’re not paving my street. A constant stream of everything fabulous makes it mundane. Pick your compliment, wait for when he’s paying attention, turn your face to his, look him in the eye and deliver it with all your heart. Done right, it’s just a better moment than a constant patter of everything fantastic about him. Besides, we all know someone who lays it on thick, yet, they’ve just got to be full of it sometimes, right? But don’t hold back entirely either. If you don’t seem to care about anything he does, he’ll stop doing nice things. You would too if you never felt appreciated, right? So choose things to be special and then make them special. Takes a bit more brain power, but then you can savor each one like Godiva melting in your mouth. Encourage the best, but make it clear.

And yes – Pay Attention! This goes for all of you. If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and has a proclivity for water, chances are you’re safe calling it a duck. If it’s confusing, feels wrong, isn’t satisfying, just isn’t smoothly running along, chances are it isn’t. There’s a disconnect. Either talk about it and figure things out or get out. There’s too much pain caused in the world by wishy washy. I hate wishy washy! Either I’m the best thing since sliced bread in your world and you’re my knight in shining armor who I can’t wait to see, or we’re friends or less. Period. There is no honor in jerking yourself or others around. And you could be missing out on someone really fantastic! What are you waiting for! Go get them, hug them, squeeze them and name them George!

And play nicely. Politeness is fading away these days, and you never know if that guy you just sneered at was an excellent match for you. Now he’ll probably never talk to you, awwww. And guys, whistling at a woman implies dog-ness to her. I’m just saying.

And ladies, remember that you may not date this man forever and ever. Do you want him to be known as the plastic spoon and K-Y guy? No? Then don’t divulge every little detail to the girls over cocktails. I like mystery and suspense in my world. My best friend is the only one who hears those deep dark things, and even she doesn’t need to hear most of the really personal stuff. And couples just don’t interact the same across the board. Something he does with one chick may not be the same way he reacts to you! And she could be lying. Let’s be serious. Regardless, you look like the less than lady-like type when you gossip, ok? Dish some, just not all. And definitely not to the gossip mongers of the world.

So, I’m hoping this makes the world a bit easier. I’m not perfect in the slightest, I just try to be smart about things, patient, and let everyone be their own person. Hooray! Now, go try it out. Let me know if I need to add any further explorations. So much to discuss, yet it can be overwhelming! Good luck, and may the force be with you!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

4 weeks!

Crappity crap crap - it's 4 weeks until Xmas! My next 3 weekends are solidly booked with friends and family, and I have about 47 presents to make. EEK! I have to remind myself to finish exams first, but once those are over I need to sew like a fiend. I have a vest, a tree skirt, a pillow, an intricately appliqued Greek thing, and who knows what else to pull out of my shrinking butt :-)

So looks like I'll be sewing all night (between emails and phone calls) and working at the cat herding thing all day that last week or so before Xmas. Thank god I went shopping in July for random nice things for the girls. I saved my own butt. Where's my cape!

So yeah, nice realization there, and I can't even go do anything about it until I can recite the Huddleston standard, objections, and similar motive test by heart, wheee! And then I'll do the same for Admin law while pulling a Land Use exam in all its glory out of my aching little brain.

And why is it that my brother is nearly impossible to shop for. He keeps ignoring my emails about what to get him and I'll be buying him what's left from his wedding registry, just for the heck of it. I know his lovely wife won't be sad :-)

It's official...

www.rush.com

I hate being a Rush fan on the west coast. I remembered that I haven't been to the Rush site in a few months, and roamed over to see what I'm missing. Oh the horrors! I'm missing the VH1 classic showing of the Rush 30 concert tonight and tomorrow night for the reshowing!

Granted, I can go buy the DVD set and all, but I didn't even know about it! I don't hear them on the radio out here, I don't hear about their rockline interviews, nothing. I need a dose of Canadian, eh? And I feel a specific bond with these guys as the band is almost exactly as old as I am. So I celebrated my 30th with their 30th, and life was good!

Thanks goodness for the internet or I'd be bereft! Time to go load up the MP3 player with my Rush playlist again and go overdose :-)

Crap, I almost forgot!

My loan request on Prosper.com is completely funded! I'm going to China! And I can afford to go to China! Woohoo!

Back on track

Back at my desk today, nothing too terrible happened in a day here. Big pile of paper to push around to various people, but nothing I can't handle.

Figured out a few amusing things as I woke up and trundled to work this morning. Stepped on the scale for the first time in a week and was more amused. I must be happy, I dropped 5 lbs. Usually if things are going well and I'm excited, all the nervous energy makes me svelte. If I'm unsure about stuff or things aren't going well, I tend to stay a bit rounded, almost like I need padding against the universe. Well, apparently I don't need it at the moment, as I just dropped the weight like a hot rock. Kinda neat actually, since I'm usually not too svelte during exam time. Right after, but not during...

Eh, coffee is a wonderful thing. It's the only way I function before noon sometimes. I really enjoy being paid for my people skills and managing workloads. I always wanted to get paid to talk and solve problems, and now I'm there.

Off to shovel through the piles to prioritize. Cheerio!

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Mmmm, distraction.

Well, I finished all of my flash cards and have a working knowledge of Evidence. Now I just have to memorize a 2" stack of the buggers in 2 days. Eh, it'll all work out in the end.

I think I need a walk in the dreamtime with the drums. Mind still scattered, albeit for good things. No news on job, anticipation is killing me for a few things. But all is well. And I'm properly trained in harrassing people, thanks to work.

Off to go for a run through the subconscious. Type more manana..

Monday, December 04, 2006

Ok, I'm the queen of distraction today....

Not only is a recruiter dangling that fabulous job in front of my nose, not only is it exam season and I need to study something fierce, not only am I utterly unmotivated to work at a job that is disappearing, but someone just popped into my universe, and is actually holding my attention through all of this. To the point that I didn't get a lot of sleep due to conversation last night.

Yeah, I can hear all of you. WHOAH... I don't give up sleep easily, nor do many people hold my attention for terribly long. It's not a bad reflection on them, I'm just Irish Setter girl at times. I tend to be juggling about 17 things, and to get me to drop the to do list in my head is a minor feat. And I'm in a good mood about it(some of you just hit the floor). Yeah. Weird, huh?

Well, horrorscope said to ask the universe for what I wanted and it might actually show up this time. So I did. And it may have for many things in my life. I think I live in interesting times. God help me. And please don't leave too many scars. Last time this much happened in a short period of time, I fought tooth and nail and got a lot of scars and missed opportunities. This time I'm willing to wait and see and flow with it. And damn Abba, to hell I say! Quit singing "Take a chance on me" in all it's disco glory in my head! Ack... Weird weird feeling. Things don't drop into my lap normally, and it's been a dropping into my lap kinda week.

Argh, I'll go find comfort in invoices and finances and flash cards. Right after I check my email again and pinch myself :-)

Monday Monday

Aloha and good morning, noble readers..
I survived a lovely weekend yet again, despite the threat of the grumpies on Saturday night and Sunday. A bunch of us went to the December Nights thingie at Balboa park on Saturday. I have to say, what a travesty it's becoming! It used to be a wintertime Christmas celebration. Well, since the PC folks got a hold of it, it's turning into just another street fair. There were fewer "holiday" type things this year than past years, and since it was warmer than last year, a ton more people. Lots of rudeness and I was rather disappointed.

It's a shame, because the museums and International houses use it as a fund raiser for their activities. But it's turning into more of a general fund raiser and less of a holiday cheer sort of thing. Heck, I even signed the petition to turn it back into "Christmas on the Prado", mainly because I think it's a dying event due to lack of focus. Plenty of people there, but no real holiday cheer.

But I did enjoy our trip through the railroad museum, and visited the Khazak exhibit again so I could see the fantastic horse barding again. R and C were duly impressed as well! I got pictures of the applique on the tail piece, I may attempt to reproduce it on a coat or something.

Unfortunately after an evening of pushing through crowds, I was exhausted and left early with C. And unfortunately again, the stress monster ate my head, and I snapped at the neighbors when they were loud at around midnight. Luckily they're forgiving types...

Spent quality time with Evidence and Land Use again yesterday. Not as much as I would have liked, but I did make a big pot of potato sausage soup! Yummy! More studying tonight, then up early for training in Irvine in the morning. Blah, rush hour in SoCal... Oh heck, I wonder if I have anyone's couch I can crash on in OC...

Friday, December 01, 2006

The problem with having too many names...

I've got a bunch of names in my actual name. Then I got married and changed my middle name. Miraculously, the state of my birth sends me a birth certificate with my married last name on it. ACK! I was not born married to the guy, thanks...

So I get my divorce, survive 9/11, change careers, decide to go to law school, and sign up for the China program. Which requires a passport. Which requires a birth certificate that matches my driver's license. *le sigh*

The Internet will save me! I roam here and there, attempting to find anything telling me A. why this happened, and B. How to fix it. Yesterday I searched to no real avail. The city website was about as helpful as a brick to the foot. Must be all that snow heading their way. So I gave up on them.

But I know I'll need the divorce decree, so I order a copy of that from LaLa land, and search through my vital papers for all the accutrements of my various name changes. Thus I find my "corrected" birth certificate, and growl at it again at seeing my former married name again (jokes about Roto Rooter are not allowed!).

But on the birth certificate is a different office. A Records Amendment office! Ooooo, amendments. I want another amendment, please. Luckily the State of NY website is vastly easier and more informative. And lo and behold, they have an informational email address. So I shoot off an email, hoping for a real person with a brain.

A lovely woman emails me back, assesses my situation, and tells me how to fix it! Jackpot! Ding ding ding! This makes me happy. So once my various papers show up, I'll pack them all in, print out our email train, and ship it off to the nice lady so I can still get my passport within 6 months.

My quest is almost over!

Fascinating article about the Pharmaceutical Industry

The legal drug industry and the impact of one Indian manufacturer... http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.12/indiadrug.html

Fascinating stuff...

So very sorry to hear

J, hon, my best possible wishes and warmest thoughts are with you on your loss. Your gracious hospitality to your family and perseverence in the face of mortality are the stuff knights should be made of.

May your heart heal and the memories live on of your aunt.

http://fallingintoforty.blogspot.com/

And my reaction to the company newsletter article...

See, now I couldn't have said it better. Really when folks say I'm harsh, it's mainly beacuse I hold myself to the responsibility standard. No excuses, no reasons, start now. Granted, I don't always hit the standard, but I'm really trying to live up to it. And isn't that what integrity is about? Living up to whatever standard you value. Doesn't mean you're perfect, and I certainly don't expect perfection in others. That's up to them. Perfection is overrated - what the heck do you have to work on if you're perfect?

But I do see lies, deceit, discomfort with reality, confusion as a chance to figure stuff out. It doesn't feel right, it doesn't look right, so why ain't it right? It's not about being better than anyone but myself, and boy, do I compete hard with myself. But lately I've been learning to let up a bit and sit back to relax. Yes, I did learn something from you, B. Relaxing is important and shouldn't be ignored while under stress. I'm learning to be gentle with myself again. Push for the goals, yet take breaks. Balance, grasshopper, balance.

And I've decided that I need to make time for more creative stuff again during this break. My muse is sulking in the corner of my head lately for presenting all of these fantastic ideas for garb and dancing, yet getting pushed aside for one last pile of schoolwork. It's frustrating, because I'm usually the most creative and motivated to do creative stuff when I'm stressed out about how much work I need to get done. Productive procrastination? Ugh, not helping on either as I don't have time to finish the creative stuff until the school is over. And don't talk to me about wanting to hit the pell. I was doing really well with getting out the the pell a few times per week until the time changed and messed with my sunshine hours..

So yes, always looking for one more challenge, one more beautiful project, one more moment of grace.

My company newsletter has some great stuff.

WHERE YOU ARE NOW AS OPPOSED TO WHERE YOU WANT TO BE

Editor's note: This article first appeared in a July 2004 issue of our award-winning (debatable) newsletter. We're running it again because we're pedagogomaniacs. (Yes, we made up the word) It's an excerpt from Jack Canfield's book "The Success Principles: How to Get From Where You Are to Where You Want To Be."

If you want to create the life of your dreams, then you are going to have to take 100 percent responsibility for your life as well. That means giving up all your excuses, all your victim stories, all your reasons why you can't and why you haven't up until now, and all you're blaming of outside circumstances. You have to give them all up forever. You have to take the position that you have always had the power to make it different, to get it right, to produce the desired result. For whatever reason -- ignorance, lack of awareness, fear, needing to be right, the need to feel safe -- you chose not to exercise that power. Who knows why? It doesn't matter. The past is the past. All that matters now is that from this point forward you choose -- that's right, it's a choice -- you choose to act as if (that's all that's required -- to act as if) you are 100 percent responsible for everything that does or doesn't happen to you.

If something doesn't turn out as planned, you will ask yourself, "How did I create that? What was I thinking? What were my beliefs? What did I say or not say? What did I do or not do to create that result? How did I get the other person to act that way? What do I need to do differently next time to get the result I want?"

It is not the external conditions and circumstances that stop you -- it is you! We stop ourselves! We think limiting thoughts and engage in self-defeating behaviors. We defend our self-destructive habits (like drinking and smoking) with indefensible logic. We ignore useful feedback, fail to continuously educate ourselves and learn new skills, waste time on the trivial aspects of our lives, engage in idle gossip, eat unhealthy food, fail to exercise, spend more money than we make, fail to invest in our future, avoid necessary conflict, fail to tell the truth, don't ask for what we want -- and then wonder why our lives don't work. But this, by the way, is what most people do. They place the blame for everything that isn't the way they want it on outside events and circumstances. They have an excuse for everything.



You can change your thinking, change your communication, change the pictures you hold in your head -- your images of yourself and the world -- and you can change your behavior -- the things you do. That is all you really have any control over anyway. Unfortunately, most of us are so run by our habits that we never change our behavior. We get stuck in our conditioned responses -- to our spouses and our children, to our colleagues at work, to our customers and our clients, to our students, and to the world at large. We are a bundle of conditioned reflexes which operate outside of our control. You have to regain control of your thoughts, your images, your dreams and daydreams, and your behavior. Everything you think, say, and do needs to become intentional and aligned with your purpose, your values, and your goals.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Last class = painfully long

Evidence is just going on forever. I'm not participating in this review thing going on because it usually means that I get more confused by student questions. But I wanted to come and get the past bit of lecture before review. And everyone has some form of question. Ugh.

Yes, I'm bitching. I'm really looking forward to the Cosmo waiting at home. And getting rid of the last of the headache I have from greek jello wrestling with MySpace over blogs all night. I'd love to be a debugger for them. It would be such job security. But it's fun to talk to folks, so I'll go back. I find it more satisfying than Tribe thus far.

Almost done. I need to go home and fish out the gold lion applique I'm workng on. I need to recreate the pattern for the lions for an uber spiffy greek tunic I'm working on... Such fun to make pretty things again. I was rather uninspired for a few months there, and now I'm just itching to put it into fabric. For some reason I'm still on the garanimals lately, so stay tuned for pictures. I'll see if I can post the lion one I have partially finished later. I like it's simplicity.

Gooood night!

Better now

happier days
Yup, much happier today. I've stopped stressing myself out. And yes, I'm going to Estrella. Thank you to everyone who threatened to tie me to thier bumper to get me there, greatly appreciated! I will be there and I will be fighting and I will bring out Party Sammy for the evenings. In fact, we may have to have the pimp coat party with all the fantastic new coats I'm making for the ladies who rate them. Much sexy fuzzy warmth all around!

As for school, tonight is the last night of classes, wheeee! I get my take home exam tonight and start 2 weeks of pain and suffering and then I'm all better. Things should go fine. I spent quality time with Evidence last night and feel a bit better about that exam. And Admin law is open book. All I need to do there is create somethign organized to refer to and read through it a few million times.

So, it occurred to me as Janis Joplin and I were rollicking through traffic tonight (why is it that "holiday time" traffic is so much shittier than normal traffic?), that I'm almost done with the semester! I don't have to deal with the cocky Evidence professor again! No more leaving work to run to class and back! And I did enjoy my Land Use class, but I'm getting tired. Can't wait to get out, can't wait to figure out where the hell I want to live, can't wait to be a normal working schmoe again! And it was awfully nice for me to take last summer off and remember what real people live like. So yeah, I'm hoping to survive my last year with a relative lack of scars and much more success.

Almost there, folks, almost there.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

And While I'm getting myself worked up, let's do the Math:

China program - $4,500
Expenses for the month I'm gone - $1,600
Bar/Bri - $2,900
Bar exam - $529
Laptop fee - $119
Moral character app - $431
MPRE - $55

So far that's $10,134

2 months of free time to study - $3500

Total of $13,634

Split by 13 months = $1,048.76 per month to come up with, assuming I take the exam in February 2008 and don't find diddley in money that entire month.

*headdesk*

There should be a vaccine

Ok, someone just shoot me. Right when my universe is stressful enough, I decide to freak out about the Bar exam. There must be something in the air. Or something catching, like a virus, thrown off by the students graduating this month and this summer. Sure, I have a whole year to go, 14 months until the Bar exam itself. But that doesn't seem terribly far to me. And I still don't know if I should be paying $3,000 for a Bar/Bri course or not. I am currently, I just have no idea if I'll be able to do it or not. I'd like to think I can work at least part time before the Bar - partially to get my obsessive ass out of the house and partially for the mental break of doing something else. But then I keep reading about people putting their universe on hold to study for 2 months beforehand. Ugh!

And all this is amusing. So much so, I should go tell my boyfriend... Oh wait.

Ack. Not that that wasn't a good choice either, but I do get a lot out of the simple concept of another human being marginally interested in my well being. It's not something I get from my family, all those damn Aquarians and Cancers. More hard shells than a July weekend at a crab shack! But I'm learning to figure it out with friends too. Just not quite the same thing.

So time for a reality check for my brain. I'll head home tonight after the gym, pull out all of the evidence info and get cracking on what really matters at this very moment. It's my first exam and the only one that requires memorization.

And try to turn off my damn brain, soothe the scaly lizard brain in panic mode and chill the hell out. And try not to stay up sewing tonight in sheer panic of "must make money for China and for two months of expenses so I can study for the Bar exam" mode. Yeah. I'll be fine, but I might wear myself out in the process. No wonder the Muppet Christmas movie sounded so appealing when I went to Columbia House last week.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Good news, have to post something good...

And just in case you're wondering, I'm up over $300 for the month, and may get as high as $500 in savings this month. Whew!

Survival responses

Oh hooray! More stress. So whatever dingbat scientist coined the phrase "stress is a survival response" is literally killiing me. As things heat up over here and my life gets ever more interesting, I'd just like to say that stress sucks. I got floored due to an allergic reaction to my cold meds yesterday, and today is shaping up just a nicely. Luckily, all that forced sleep seems to have killed whatever cold I had yesterday. But I'm still stressed out.

It's bad when I look at studying as a relaxing activity. Not that I can focus on the actual studying. But I'm damn well going to try. Ugh.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Puffer face

Life is just freaking grand when my cold medication makes my face itch. And my eyes are starting to puff. Oh joy, oh rapture. This is what they call a systemic allergic response. I can calmly say that now that I've been through dozens of these.

I'll be home sleeping off the huge dose of Benadryl I'm about to take to keep this from getting really bad. Cheerio folks!

Long weekend, oh hooray

Well, I survived part one of the holiday season. Mostly. Came out the other side rather beaten up, but I'm still going. I think I have a cold. I'm hoping the flu doesn't arise from it. I've been sniffling with abandon all weekend, and silly me, I keep thinking it's got to be allergies. but I'm still sniffling here at work this morning, so must be something more. I'm not allergic to anything at work.

Holidays are just not my favorite times, and yet I really do try to enjoy things. I try not to have great expectations for them anymore - too many years of disappointments. But I'm determined to have some form of holiday cheer, so I put up my Xmas tree after thanksgiving, and watched White Christmas. Eh. Still not there. Sniffling isn't helping. But went to a lovely holiday party on Friday and had a good time just hanging out with everyone.

At least we went shooting yesterday. Life is always a bit better when I prove yet again that I can still effectively hit a grapefruit at 10 yards. Go me.

Happy Monday folks, hope you're feeling better than I am.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

No wonder there's a ton of October babies...

http://ask.yahoo.com/20061114.html

We're awash in Libras, thanks to New Years Eve.

It's beginning to look a lot like.....

Yeah, Xmas. I have a love-hate relationship with Christmas. I love the atmosphere, the shopping, the wrapping presents, eggnog, Christmas trees, children all in anticipation, the Christmas specials. But I despise the sanctimonious religious preaching about how wonderful we should all be to each other while we're gorging ourselves on the materialistic stuff. The trying too hard to make everything perfect. And now we get two months of it since they start putting everything out after Halloween. Oh hooray...

But I will indulge and make presents for others and do the shopping. I just wish there was more of the fun, social stuff. Back east, we went caroling and to various holiday performances a lot. Out here I'm supplementing my holiday with Disney - I can get a full holiday dose of good cheer in one day of roaming around that place. But still not the same as having folks over for tree trimming while it snows like hell outside. Eh, nostalgia. Gets me every time. So I went and bought Bing Corsby's White Christmas. It's by far my favorite Christmas movie ever. Good pat on the back for our troops, really sweet musical numbers, the tomfoolery of old time movie plots, and just a fun little production. Nothing too fancy, but it's fulfilling like homemade chicken soup is.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Sometimes things just get into perspective

Folks, a dear friend has reminded me that life is just too damn precious.

His aunt is very sick, and hearing about his attempts to help his aunt and uncle cope are just ridiculously inspiring. I give him such credit, as his love and concern are only expanded in the face of a terrible situation. He's not doing anything unique - a homecooked meal, driving relatives around - it's just what's necessary.

But he's doing it with a smile, as much good humor as he can muster, and just simple love. He's my friend, I'm proud to say. And he gets it, this whole life thing. It's hard, it's crazy. But when you get down to the basics, all that matters is doing the right thing and remembering the people you care about.

So hey, my friend, know that I care and my thoughts are with your family.

Weekend

Wow, I'm back at work and I don't feel like I ever left. I know I got sleep and lots of stuff done this weekend, but I don't feel like it. At least my car maintenance is almost done, and there's more money in my savings account...

Party yesterday was lovely - C did a fantastic job on food and decor, everyone seemed to have a great time. We all ate way too much, there was just so much food to choose from. Good times.

Now I'm off to actually get the stuff done tonight that I just didn't get done this weekend. I don't mind taking a weekend off since I'm so far ahead, but it would have been nice to get a few more things done.

Love...

http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/index.php?term=pto-19940301-000021.xml&print=1

fascinating crap..

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Unintentionally Funny Albums of 2006

http://www.cracked.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=1285

Good bit of amusement, that...

Happiness, and how it works...

http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/conditions/11/10/happiness.overview/index.html

Hmm, I'm not sure if this is good news or not. But apparently is pretty much only about our close relationships with our family and friends. That's it once you have the basics to live and make $50,000 per year. And most things that make us happy are fleeting. Interesting stuff. It's making me ponder.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Rain and Running Away

http://www.weather.com/activities/homeandgarden/schoolday/fun/rain.html

Sometimes you just need a little fun... (stolen from my Burning Man list)

Went to the gym, and got on the treadmill. It's been a hectic, tiring, crazy few days. Hit my normal buttons and jumped into my stride. It was like coming home. Sometimes when you run, you hit that glorious high where breathing is easy, the muscles are eager, and your feet grab up ground like a Japanese hot dog eating champion. I hit it today, and it was glorious. Listening to Eurythmics on the MP3 player, and Annie Lennox had the voice of a goddess. We glided through a 10 minute mile together (yes, I'm slow). It was just what I needed. Maybe I'll actually get some sleep tonight.

Big Fat Pile of Fun

So, I created my schedule for next semester. Unfortuantely I can't take classes during the day anymore, so it's back to 4 night of fun per week, woohoo!

So Mondays and Wednesdays I'll be at school ntil 9:30. Not too bad. At least it's not until 10pm like it is now. And I still have Friday nights off. But I liked having 2 nights per week off of school. It was much easier to get homework done this semester, andstill have a smidgen of time to study and clean house.

Now to get the cash for books and tuition. Oh yay, is it graduation yet?

Monday, November 13, 2006

Khazak goodness!



This weekend, my honey and I went through some of the Balboa Park museums. This was especially cool because he remembered that I said I'd wanted to see the Khazak Nomad exhibit at the Mingei Museum. I completely forgot about it, but he in all his considerateness, remembered it. Yay!

And it was very cool! Limited number of items, but a decent array of textile arts and metalwork. There was also a verrrry cool reproduction of horse barding, complete with 3' horns on the bridle. Made the horse essentially look 8' tall! Very fierce, I can see why the Romans wet their pants when they saw that charging at them! I got the exhibit book, especially once I found it in softcover for $25. Lots of good basic pictures and motifs. I wish they had had a closeup of the tail cover on the horse barding. It had a really cool bit of leather applique on it that I wouldn't mind reproducing. Maybe I'll go back with a camera this time!

Oh yeah, that event thing...

Nope, didn't go to QC this weekend. Part of that whole "too much crap to get done while still catching up on sleep thing". Silly me.

I'll go to something at some point. Maybe Yule. Yule is nice.

Pimp Coats!

And for all of you who said you wanted pimp coats for Estrella, now is the time!

Boy, do I have fabric! I even have a few already cut out. Speak up if you want one.

Stuff to get done

Hmm, well, as usual, I have a good sized to do list, and I have parts of it started. But what I need to do is get things done and off the list. So, I'm starting to set goals for each week to work on. Once they're done, they're off the list. Once the list is done, I'll add more goals onto a new one. Not the best system, but I tend to flit between projects at times, and nothing is truly done until much later than I'd like.

So this week we'll start the process with the last of my homework for the semester and the sewing I most need to get off my list. It's tempting to add the easy projects first, just to mark them off. But I need to tackle some of the big, ugly monsters before they create too many late night headaches!

So, Happy Monday! I'm off to get 'er done!

Friday, November 10, 2006

A Man of the World



Tom Abercrombie was a writer and photographer for National Geographic. And what a guy he was! I grew up reading National Geo, it's always been one of my favorite magazines for the supurb quality of the articles and photos and the sheer depth of the coverage in articles. More often than not I find myself researching based off one of their articles, and Tom was one of the reasons I did so.

I didn't know it until I read his obituary in the August issue, but his stories have inspired me, touched me, and given me purpose in looking into topics I'm interested in. He embodied some of the qualities I value highly, such as creativity, knowing languages, travel, going native, exploitation of one's own talents, and listening. I was glad to read that someone whose work I've admired over the years was a person to admire in and of himself.

Even more inspiring to me was the fact that he had left friends behind from all over the world. People from many cultures and countries remembered Tom, and the other writers from National Geo seem to find his friends in many places. We have a tendency in this country to be comfortable in our places and routines, avoiding our neighbors and looking down on others in their lesser state. We can comfortably go out for Thai food, yet not ever want to go to Thailand, much less learn the language and meld with the locals for a short period of time. We're happy to let folks live in neighborhoods divided by language and cultural differences, yet we tout our "American melting pot". There are lots of reasons for this, yet the differences are what make us rich.

So yeah, reading about someone who made it outside those boundaries, developed any skill he felt he needed, and was comfortable with people despite their differences is an inspiration to me. Tom, rest in peace. You truly lived!

Pointy End of the Spear

And another gem from the LandAm newsletter - these guys are good!

I would argue that the toughest job in all the Marine Corps is that of an infantry squad leader in combat. The mission of a Marine rifle squad is to locate, close with, and destroy the enemy by fire and maneuver, or repel the enemy's assault by fire and close-combat. The squad leader is responsible for the lives and performance of three four-man fire-teams. These Marines are the proverbial "pointy end of the spear" that routinely gets up close and personal with the enemy. Strip away all the politics, peel back all the strategic plans, get beneath campaign and operational planning, and what you have left, in its purest form, is foreign policy balanced on the shoulders of a squad leader in his early-twenties who is leading twelve other warriors even younger than him.
Matthew Dodd

Coffee v. Cup

Yes, I'm stealing everything from the Company Newsletter today. There are some real gems:

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. The conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and in life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the alumni had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it's normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, this may be the source of your problems and stress.

"What you all really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were sizing up each other's.

"Now consider this: Life is the coffee. Jobs, money, and position in society are the cups. They are the tools that hold and contain life. They do not change the quality of life. Don't let the cup dictate how the coffee is going to taste."

Darn good idea..

This year, officials from the Department of Veterans Affairs are encouraging all former service members to wear their medals on Saturday as a show of pride and patriotism.

"You don't have to put them on only if you're in a parade," said VA Secretary Jim Nicholson. Wear them to work, play golf, or even go to the store. "Let America know that you took that oath and served."

The idea is based on celebrations in countries such as Australia, where veterans and their family members routinely display their medals on national holidays.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Privacy, it's a lovely illusion....

So perhaps you think I'm nutso for posting my personal views on a public blog. Perhaps you don't give a flying rats butt, and strangely find yourself back at my site anyhow. Either way, I find it funny when folks squack about how much I'm willing to post. Here's the thing: I'd say it to you in person, why not record it for my future embarrassment/amusement/entertainment?

See, the point of journaling (to me) is to record your thoughts for future reflection. Or to make them permanent in some fashion. Or to just get crap out that needs to be hashed. Rarely do I delete, remove, or otherwise pull things from the public forum. Simply put, I am who I am, and I'm not big on excuses or shirking from what I think. I'm happy to jump on the "dammit I live in America, and I like the implication that I have some form of Free Speech" box. I apologize if I hurt or create a wrong, fix the really important ones if I can. But for the most part, you won't find me regretting or retracting much. It's really just not ok unless someone changes my mind. And even then, I'm more likely to post the thought process of changing my mind than retracting or removing my thought.

So the concept of "oh no! Someone might read this!" is terribly funny to me. I can't help but smirk and think "duh" when folks freak out about someone reading their blog. Dumbass, if you were worried about privacy, why were you posting publicly? Or online at all? They make lovely blank books for people like you, go buy one. For the rest of us who are into exchanging ideas, discussing the universe, and hearing about the next random thing on the Internet - Rock on, my friends! I may not agree with you, I reserve the right to make my own judgments about your views, but I'll back up your right to post crap until your fingers bleed. Unless it's against the law, and then I'll refer you to one of my high priced friends to go argue your case for you.

Freedom to think is my personal soapbox - you have a right to your own personal thoughts on a matter. I reserve my right to disagree, but I'm more likely to respect folks who actually have a view they've thought about rather than just parroting whatever crap comes along. But if you like parroting crap and accept it's limitations, you go Sparky! Just don't pretend it's not public when you post online. Intelligence and forethought - rare virtues...

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Teflon Name Calling crap

Got a call last week from a friend who just wanted some reassurance about gossip and being called nasty names. She was apparently upset about what specific people were saying about her in a part of her life, and took offense to it. Nothing wrong with any of that on the surface, but it was keeping her from doing important things, like her job, effectively. So my question to her was “why would you let that affect you?” Now, I know it’s hard when people are saying anything nasty about you. I have been called a number of names in the past, and I’m sure there is more of this to come in the future. Folks hate to be called nasty things, and for good reason. It hurts to be referred to in the negative, but then you could have the rhinoceros skin I’ve got.

See, I grew up with a good amount of crap being thrown my way from lots of directions. On the surface, nothing bad really. But emotionally, like many folks, I had a really hard time. I took everything personally, made everything my business, took myself way too seriously, and basically made a nuisance of myself. I was so busy trying to be fantastic that I got in the way of my own strengths. Then I broke. Cracked in half one day, as I contemplated my future. I didn’t see any future for myself because I had bound myself so tightly around my ideals and what was “supposed” to happen. And the wrong things had happened. I just cared wayyyy to damned much about crap I had absolutely no control over. Things were basically crumbling around me. And I was neglecting myself and the stuff I really did have control over. I was chunky, annoying, and had issues finishing anything. Not a good combo. I didn’t like me either.

But I broke. I had 2 choices at that point – stay as I was and continue trying to make something work that obviously wasn’t working or change and make something entirely new from what was left of me. I forced myself to try new things, stop some of the old bad habits, change where I saw myself in the future, got some more challenging goals. In the process, I had a lot of crap to clean out. So I did. Years of cleaning and working later, and I feel a hell of a lot better, stronger, faster. Yep, I am the $2,000 woman. Budget high tech, you know.

But I’ve noticed a lovely effect lately. I’m Teflon girl! Shit doesn’t stick anymore, and if it does, a quick hose down, and voila! I’m sexy again. Granted, a lot of that has more to do with my attitude than anyone else. I’m sure the gossip is out there, and people are talking crap. They just do. It’s a given – we’re cranky little monkeys. And I still get annoyed once in a while, mainly because it’s stupid. Or I’m stressed out – everything gets tougher when I’m stressed. But when I’m not, I’m Lake Placid, baby! You can waterski on my sparkling surface, wheeee! Bring on the crap, I can take just about anything.

So here are some of my favorite names I’ve been called and why they’re amusing – enjoy!

Slut/Whore – c’mon folks, this one’s just amusing. It was apparently the most popular when I wasn’t getting any for months on end. Major dry spell. That was the kicker there…Funny, eh? And even when things are better, my life just isn’t centered around that. Besides, this takes time – have you ever noticed? Time and effort. Neither of which I have an abundance. And I’m too terrified of catching something nasty and becoming a statistic. Eh, have fun with that one.

Traitor – wait a minute, don’t I have to join, swear to, have allegiance to something in order to betray it? Last I checked, I only had those things to the people I love, and even then, I don’t demand such extremes from them. So check my file, but I haven’t signed anything permanent. Gauntlet might be different – that’s something you earn in blood. Feds were different too – big scary piles of paperwork and oaths. But neither of those groups of folks were the ones saying this. And I haven’t run the Gauntlet, nor am I with the Feds anymore. Hmm… I mean, I suppose this could apply? I’m sure there’s something terrible there I’ve done at some point in my life to someone I was supposed to have some duty towards. Maybe? Digging deep here. Not coming up with any good reasons this one cropped up. Whatever.

Bitch – my mother is not a dog. You really don’t want to go there. However, our collective know it all, annoying as hell attitudes, and big mouths would lend themselves to be considered bitchy by those with lesser self confidence. Family trait I think. I’ll take this one. Bring it.

Gold digger – Wow. Have you seen my bank account lately? How about my records of what was spent on whom? I tended to spend myself into oblivion in spoiling others in the past. If this were true, I’d probably have a lot more to show for it. I’m just sayin’. But you can use it. It’s funny when I’m a really terrible gold digger…

Crown chaser – Hahahahahahahaha, ahem. Wow, I must be shitty at that too. No tin hat here. No prospect of one that I know of. Oh hell, that would require me to go to court and stuff. While I would do it if a friend had an itch to do it, that’s pretty much the only way. And it would have to be a really good friend and a really major itch. The thought gives me hives at times… Isn’t there something more career oriented I should be doing than chasing men with imaginary royal titles so I can sleep with them in the chance that they’ll give me an imaginary royal title? I mean, really… And I have a man. He’s quite the man, without the shiny bits. I think I’ll take this one too, it’s a great laugh.

Thief – yeah, this was a good one. Especially since the party passing it around had actually taken money and valued things from me. Sure, I’ve stolen something in my lifetime. You can slap this one on there too. I’m no angel, except for when I lived in Angels. That was fun. But no hurty McHurty here. Funny how the things most true about others are what they label you. Gossip tip there. Run with it if you're feeling snarky.

Yup, Teflon I tell you. And these are just the actual label ones. I’m sure there are more, but these are the ones that were spread enough for them to come back around to me. Maybe I should run for an office or something so I can hear the really cool ones. That’s always fun!

Big difference

Wow! Huge difference between this week and last week. Apparently I needed that break from this reality for a bit.

Went home last night and did laundry and homework for 5 hours. Didn't get as much done as I would like, but I think I got all of my homework done for the week, which means anything else I get done is a bonus! And I cleaned house, have clean clothes, and have another pending project to work on.

But what a difference a few days off made. I slept wonderfully this last two nights, got to the gym today, even lost a few pounds in the process. Amazing what a break will do for you, eh?

And I was even able to figure out most of the Xmas gifts for the few folks I need to get stuff for. It's going to be a low budget year, but I think everyone understands. But I'm not sweating it.

Next up is to line up my projects, set goals for getting one or two done per week, and laying out the finals study timing. Flash cards start this weekend for Evidence. Should be entertaining. And I think my budget is on track as well. Pretty cool, actually. Nice to feel on track and relaxed for once.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Can't remember if I posted this one or not. But I like it...

“Most of these courses (get rich quick schemes) are so seductive, Farrell says, because they operate according to a tried-and-true principle of behavioral psychology called the variable ratio reinforcement schedule. Basically, people (and rats) will persist in doing something, even with little or no return, if they are given the tiniest bit of hope of a coming reward.”

Wow. I read that and suddenly so many things became clear about people. It pretty much sums up some people’s existence. They’ll hold onto some situation way beyond its usefulness in the dream of some higher reward. Wow. And the seduction factor is huge! I know a few people who have gotten sucked into the get rich quick, self-help, take a course and your life will change pattern. I watched a friend deep six his marriage because of his desire to just keep trying these things until he basically bankrupted himself on the rocks of self help gurus. He so wanted to find a fast way to make their financial situation better, that he ruined it on a more immediate time scale. Not much help, eh? You end up spending huge amounts of money and pretty much just get the satisfaction of saying you took all these courses. That and $3 will get you a cup of overpriced coffee!

And really, at the end of the day, that’s all any of this is. The satisfaction of living life as it is. Souvenirs, pictures, diplomas, degrees are only as good as what we do with them, or to remind us of the experience. Any of the material stuff, including the health of your body, can get sucked away in an instant. Placing your value on whether you achieve some lofty goal is only partially the picture. If you don’t enjoy the process of getting what you’re aiming for, was it really worth getting in the first place? Because really, all there is is this minute in time. You can’t count on there being too many more. Heck, I work in a high rise in earthquake country. While they say I’m pretty damn safe up here, I still believe that if a huge earthquake comes along, I’ll come a tumbling down just like everyone else.

Now, I believe in achieving goals and such as much as anyone else. But there’s a part of me that remembers kissing my grandmothers for the last time and the experience of gasping for air on a hospital gurney. In those moments, money and status didn’t matter. I couldn’t tell you what I was wearing or what car I was driving at the time. All that mattered was a chance to share experiences with the people I love and be an amusing footnote in a number of people’s lives. My memories are more important, and I can create more through getting out and trying stuff. What I’ve discovered lately is that it’s a matter of perspective. Sure, you can want things and try to get people to do things. There will be conflicts and hard stuff to deal with. But are you prolonging the pain and suffering by insisting on a certain goal while losing the enjoyment of living right now, is it worth it? Are you tormenting the people who care about you just to increase your perceived status in the world? Do you drive people away with your singular insistence that they conform to your world? Are you insisting on continuing one hobby or scheme or principle to the extent that you don't even know who you are or who you should be?

Some things, like dieting to improve your health, might be worth the bit of suffering to improve your quality of life and health. And there are ways to enjoy the experience, even while going through the hard parts. It’s all about paying attention. And getting reality checks on a regular basis…not just your reality, but everyone’s reality. The sky’s blue out there, open up and take a look.

An excellent reminder...

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

~Theodore Roosevelt

National Do Not Call list

Just a reminder that this exists. I need to go add my parent's new cell number to the list:

You can add your number by calling toll free,
1-888-382-1222 from the telephone number you wish to register or by visiting www.donotcall.gov

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Oh.My.God.

http://arts.monstersandcritics.com/reviews/article_1217548.php/Evil_Dead_The_Musical_Reviewed

Just read it. It's priceless. I think I need to see it.

Neat employment website

Gives 10 year projections for various occupations.

http://www.projectionscentral.com/projections.asp?

More on being a Super Villian..

Chapter 1 - Henchmen
"It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man" - Jack Handey

Your first task is to assemble an entourage of brainless thugs. Thugs will be a major part of your plans, as you don't want to be tackling any heroes first off. You will need some excessive drawn-out violence to soften them up first. Wave after wave of expendable, drivelling idiots are obviously critical to this. Finding buffoons of a low enough calibre is always a problem, but if you follow the tried and tested checklist below, you can't go wrong.

Things to remember when picking your henchmen:

Intelligence
First you will need to give them an IQ test. If they score any higher than 60, ditch them. If your henchmen have a mental capacity greater than a squirrel, they may realise that the odds are stacked against them when faced with a man who has just killed 30 other henchmen with his bare hands, and turn on you.

Moral status
It is vitally important that your thugs have no moral status whatsoever. Test this by running over a small furry animal in front of them. If they react, they're out. If faced with a tough dilemma, these thugs may have the audacity to help the under-dog or save the kid. This is clearly unacceptable.

Attraction
It's important to make sure that your henchmen are castrated as soon as they are initiated. If they fall for the girl, you'll be in a whole heap of trouble. If they don't have to think about sex, their mind will be on violence, 100%. Because they have had their testicles removed, their testosterone levels will drop. Inject them regularly to avoid disappointment.

Love of mindless violence with no regard for personal safety

Henchmen need to be able to react to any situation. With violence. This is good for two reasons:

1. Thugs should always resort to killing the person who is mucking about with your plans.
2. In a heated melee, you should be able to escape un-scathed, leaving your henchmen to fight on regardless. If they are obsessed with their own safety, they'll be running too, leaving nobody to distract your attacker.

Lack of imagination

If your henchmen have imagination, they may try to think for themselves instead of following your orders. You do not pay these people to think. You are the evil genius, so you do all the thinking. Ask them what they think it would be like to fall off a cliff and hit nasty rocks. If they can't come up with an answer, they're in. (You will also know that they won't be afraid to fight around dangerous machinery, shark infested waters etc, as they are too stupid to imagine danger…)

Counting
It's important for your business that henchmen cannot count for two reasons:

1. Large numbers of armed guards should not intimidate your brutish entourage. If they don't know the odds, they won't care.
2. You can pay them less.

Wild fire

All thugs need the ability to spread hundreds of bullets in all directions. With their level of intelligence, you wouldn't expect them to be able to hit a dead elephant at point-blank range. (If they can shoot straight, and have passed the other tests, they are a rare find indeed.) For this reason, you need to make sure that they can hold down the trigger of a machine gun until they run out of bullets. Extra ammo isn't usually a problem, as they would either have been killed, or killed the enemy after the first salvo. Experiment with sticky tape behind the trigger, or pick thugs with arthritis in their fingers. The next thing to remember is that they will need to produce stupidly wide arcs of fire. Make them practise this random flailing on a plastic sheet smeared with butter.

The ability to drive badly
All henchmen need this skill in order to drive madly through a town square attracting the attention of police cars. Once they have crashed and exploded, the hero may be caught and slowed down by random policemen.

The boss is always right
If your henchmen ever question your insane logic, or even your apparently senseless outbursts, you should kill them straight away. That way, you'll always be able to gloat, laugh, scream or kill without ridiculous enquiries. NB: Questions detract from wide-eyed guffawing, don't let it happen!

Appreciation
Remember that your henchmen need your love and appreciation, or they will not feel valued as an employee. You can show your appreciation by not beating them every day.
You can let them pull the secret lever once in a while. Exactly what effect this will have will differ depending on your super-secret base of operations.
The last thing that you can do to show your appreciation of good thuggery is to promote a henchmen to the status of evil assistant. You should kill this person for failure every now and again so that your other employees get a chance to progress. The "dead man's shoes" ethos is very appropriate here.


Chapter 2 - Evil lair - part A

Your evil lair is very important. If you are merely squatting in a back alley, you will not be very credible as an evil genius. You need to have an impenetrable lair of doom. Your enemies need to be filled with a certain level of angst before entering. Take Dracula for example. No hero ever entered his castle thinking it would be as simple as stake-and-go. In order to make it as inhospitable as possible, follow these simple guidelines:

Location
Pick the location of your staging grounds with care. If you set up in the middle of town, you may find that you get untimely visits from health inspectors, or occasionally from the RSPCA if you are working on genetically enhanced animals. A barren wasteland, a hidden nuclear bunker, or an abandoned castle on a rock in an obscure European location, are ideal. NB on castles: Avoid properties owned by the English Heritage. Guided tours are a nuisance.

Lighting
Lighting is important. Your guests or invaders need to be walking into a foreboding environment. You can achieve this with dribbly candles and wall torches. Alternatively, you can confuse them horribly with disco lighting, strobe effects and smoke machines. Which ever you choose, make sure that you apply some thought, your unwitting victims will appreciate it.

Traps
Traps are crucially important. A devious super-villain will always have need for traps. Your traps will also need to come in layers for maximum effect.

Layer 1 needs to be reasonably challenging. Giant rolling balls, poison darts fired from the walls and falling weights are important parts of this layer. They will weed out the chaff and save you from having to re-arm the particularly fiendish traps.

Layer 2 traps need to be ridiculously easy to work around. They will constitute mantraps, slippery floors, lots of winding staircases and pools of rather hot oil. These traps are merely there to give the clever heroes a false sense of security and leave them un-prepared for the next level.

Layer 3 is the epitome of intellectual deviousness. Huge spinning blades of death. Lots of them. Exploding pigs and laser guided halibut flying from the walls. These are the pearls of irrefutable insanity. More fiendish than a fiendish thing in the middle of fiendish season, your level three traps should be clever and random enough to wipe out an army of Oxford graduates.

NB: Don't waste your expendable thugs on testing traps. They usually can't work out how to use the toilet without peeing on their own shoes, let alone work out elaborate traps…


Chapter 2 - Evil lair - part B

Elaborate execution area
This is the crowning glory for any evil super-villain. Painfully slow moving lasers and tanks full of sharks are a favourite. Be as inventive as possible with your execution area. You will want to savour the moment as you laugh maniacally in front of the world summit after killing their best agent. It is usually a good idea to install a lever or big red button that activates a nasty device such as a falling weight. That way, you can let your henchmen take it in turns to execute people.

Pointless untidy looking barrels
These are not the most obvious of furnishings, but are as important as the badly strung chandelier. You can fill these barrels with all manner of chemical death. Highly flammable chemicals are a favourite, as are oozing nuclear waste. They have two functions.

1 They provide obvious cover for budding spies and soldiers hell-bent on stopping you. They will realise all too late, with the random spray of bullets from your brainless thugs, that barrels are the last place to hide.
2 They look nice at dinner parties when covered with a frilly tablecloth. (You must be cultured as well as having an insatiable lust for power and destruction….)

Hidden escape facility
This speaks for itself. Without a hidden escape facility, you may as well give yourself up to the UN peacekeepers straight away. You could use a jet propelled escape pod, a large trampoline and parachute, or even a particularly fast dolphin if you've chosen an underwater base.

Weapon store
Weapons! Lots of them. Find the biggest baddest weapons you can get and make sure that every henchman has the keys to the store. Flame throwers are a must, but the real cherry on the cake is a chain fed machine gun mounted on the back of a JCB, or alternatively a bear.

Ominous hidden orchestra
This adds real character to your lair. The invaders who try to take your base will not only have to deal with henchmen and traps, but the incessant hum of a cello and the odd sporadic burst of violins in an ear piercing crescendo as a thug turns the corner firing wildly. NB: make sure that your thugs are equipped with earmuffs. This has the added bonus of making any would-be hero laugh instead of fire.

Insignia
An evil emblem is great when it comes to tying all of your efforts together. This is most important to your base of operations. Without the evil insignia, other super-villains could rip-off your ideas. I have found that it's often a good idea to patent some of your more fiendish traps. You can leave your emblem at random intervals, so that everyone knows the carnage was instigated by you. It's the little touches that count.

Choices

Had a conversation about possibilities and the future last night. Nothing specific to me, I was helping someone else clear out their head a bit, but it got me thinking about the choices I make and how it affects where I am and where I'm going.

Bear in mind, that I had a period of my life to kick at all these things in my head. I went to Tony Robbins seminars about how to make the life of your dreams, visualizing goals, yadda yadda. Lots of self help books. I learned about having the courage to say something isn't right in getting a divorce, and boy, there's nothng more scary than saying something like that isn't right. I still feel I made the right choice, but whew! It's tough! And I went through the therapy to be ok with it. Yes, it takes therapy in my opinion. If you can't clean out your own head on this stuff, you have to learn to live with carrying around that baggage. And dumping it on everyone around you. No thanks, I'll take the brainwash option, Bob...

But yeah, what it all came down to in my universe is basically this. Who and what do I want in my life, and what does it take to make that possible? I knew I wanted a better job than the ones I've been getting, so I figured out that law was a good place for me. Here I am. I figured out that I needed to live somewhere more worldly and diverse than Western NY. Here I am, with a bit of meandering. I figured out that I need creative crap in my life - hence dancing, sewing, SCA, music, etc. There it is.

But beyond that, I dunno. I think I want kids, but you give up a lot in having them. You gain a lot too. And who do I need to decide to be with to make that happen? But a lot depends on where I end up after school. I hate the thought that "things will work themselves out". That's kinda scary, since the last time I let that happen, I ended up married to a nice guy, but we made each other miserable. Eh, who knows? Job might define a lot of this, but not being sure about what kind of job I want is making this a bit unfocused. As for relationships, I've got the skills to be happy with someone. Relationships are a skill - don't let anyone tell you otherwise. It takes skill to ignore the things that annoy you, to gently bring up things that need to be discussed, to keep things going, to mesh with someone else's life, to define what you need. It's never easy, you make mistakes. There's not happily ever after - it's a kind of career thing. You have to choose to be with someone over being alone. Once I lost that princess "take care of me" mentality, everything got a lot easier. And real. You don't make each other happy, you "find" your happy in the relationship. Big difference in expectations there. If you're both not getting what you want, it ain't gonna work.

And I guess I'm just not really interested in mediocre. I don't want to have the "go to work, come home, watch tv, go to bed" routine that seems to be everyone's life. Sure, we all do that to some extent, but it just isn't satisfying to me on a constant basis. Some routine is ok, but I can't even manage to watch the same tv show two weeks in a row unless I'm really dilligent. Just not my thing. So we'll see. I'm not sure, I'm kind of in a holding pattern until school and the bar is over. But I hate holding patterns too. What's the point unless you're enjoying the journey, eh?

Wow... that was all rather deep. Perhaps I should watch more South Park and Drawn Together. Off to drink with my family all weekend. Dammit, why did the airlines stop letting you take liquids on the plane? Red eyes were so much more satisfying when you could start the morning with a bloody mary. Remind me to beat up a terrorist.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

San Diego Thrift Stores..

http://www.bargainlink.com/thrift-stores.htm#EastCounty

I love places that compile info...

Spider cake!

Well, I wrote a long blog about my people radar. But Blogger ate it. Ah well, I guess the world will have to wait on my revelations on such things a bit longer.

Instead, I have spider cake! Actually it's cake shaped like a spider. My partner in work and I have decideed that the black frosting is a bit disturbing. But it's tasty, and continues the sugar high from yesterday quite nicely.

Now, to figure out what that rather vivid dream was about last night......

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Help! Halloween is making me ADD!

Whew! Well, I've dug myself out of the pile of sugar and baked goods that descended on my office this morning. It's nice to work with festive folks, but jeez Louise! We had about 50,000 calories piled up in there between the candy and the muffins, bagels and pizza. I did go to the gym and I feel vastly better for it, but I hit a great spot this morning after about 6 pieces of candy, a muffin, and lots of coffee where I couldn't do much beyond spinning in my chair and singing nursery rhymes...

Doesn't help that corporate counsel is waltzing around in an inflatable acrobat suit, the guy next door is a gal for today, and I caught Winnie the Pooh smoking in the lobby downstairs :-). I freaking love this holiday!

Halloween - some things are just too much fun!



Yup, I was Jessica Rabbit this weekend. I even played patty cake. Oh the entertainment! And even better, I was just hanging out at Dannicus's show and talking to the girls. Never mind the few brave guys who attempted to hit on me. I gave credit to the short little guy who was rather persistant until I stood up. I was about a foot taller than he was, especially with the heels. Suddenly he was very interested in my girlfriend :-)

Have a happy and safe and spooky and drama-free Halloween folks!

Monday, October 30, 2006

Festively Amusing!

http://www.cubpack81.com/images/carve_pumpkin

White Flag of Happiness..

Ok, that's it, I surrender. Wow, my schedule got full in a really short period of time, and it made me cranky without realizing why. I started panicking last week about random events, and that means that I smell exams coming up. I snapped at my honey about a zombie movie marathon (so sorry honey!) because I suddenly felt like I just couldn't give up that much time. One movie, no problem. More than that, and I should be doing flashcards or sewing or something! Eek!

I was also conquered by a dress last night. I have a gorgeous dress in the making, thanks to my wonderful honey. I had finally corrected the issues in the pattern, pieced all the bits together, tacked the outside to the inside, flipped it inside out and voila! The outside asymmetrical sweep of black lace goes the wrong way. Ack! It's just wrong wrong wrong, and the constant pulling the thing apart is starting to make the dress smaller. Blah. And it's pretty too! Bwahahahahaha! Nah, I don't think it's fixable by this weekend, but I may try if I get the stack of homework done first. And feel like pulling out another 5-6 seams. Blah...

And I'm thinking it's insane to try to do the gauntlet this year. My hand still hurts on and off, and I just haven't been working out. I'm actually kind of sad about that - I had such momentum going! But then, I'm not paying $80,000+ for the gaunntlet, nor will the gauntlet get me anything other than bruises and the admiration of my peers. I'd rather focus on the important shit, like paying for school by getting a real job and passing the Bar.

So it's priority time. Usually my priorities run something like this:
School
Work
Family
Man
Sleep
Friends
Hobbies
Other

During exams it's more like this:
School
Work
Outlines
Man
Studying
Flash Cards
Working out when I'm about to kill people
Study Group
Drinking
Studying again
Sleep

So yeah, about that time for me to be buckling down and becoming one with my books. Luckily one exam is a take home monster, another is open book. It's the last one - Evidence - that's giving me hives. Which is funny, because most of the basic courses responded nicely to the usual methods. And I still haven't gotten my midterms back, so I have no idea how far in the hole my universe is. *le sigh*

So yes, my universe is contracting again. Smooches to all, I'll be over here under the large stacks of index cards and notebook paper. At least I paid attention in class this semester. There might be hope for better grades.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Favorite call

On my birthday I got a lot of phone calls wishing me well. It was really lovely, but my favorite call by far was the one from my sister. We chatted for a while about things and my brother's impending wedding. Then I heard my sister ask my nephew if he wanted to say hello. My nephew is almost 2, and talking up a storm. She hands the phone to him, and he says a slightly broken "Happy Birthday Auntie Jammy". Yup, I'm hooked. I adore my nephew. But then, I hear a giggle and a few thumping feet noises, and my sister say "Hey!". A bit more chaos sounds from the phone, and I hear my nephew start to cry a bit. Then the phone goes dead. I guess the call's over! My best interpretation of the situation is that he ran off with the phone and my sister wasn't too pleased! I laughed, it was about the funniest thing I'd heard in a while.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Things I'm thankful for/happy about

Bottlecaps candy
a full gas tank
Green curry
bank accounts with money in them
Halloween and all the goodies it entails
ibuprophen
my extra hot, considerate, creative, uber-talented boyfriend
ibuphrophen again
my rather pregnant sister, and all of her sweet, thoughtful words
my backbone, and the muscle that supports it
knowing what I want
good friends who are in my classes
Thursday being the last night of class for the week
pumpkins waiting to be carved
saving my honey money by having too much stuff
that sour sweet bite of a well mixed cocktail
fixable mistakes
having a friend who can be 3000 miles away and still know what you're thinking
not being afraid to say "I don't like that idea"
enjoying multiple hobbies
having family to back you up, regardless of whether they agree
flexible bosses
my ability to walk up to anyone and have a pleasant conversation
getting along nicely with my co-workers
satin, uncut and flowing
unexpected flowers delivered in person on my birthday
having a big mouth and opinions to fill it
that warm, happy feeling in the morning when you don't have to get up right away
coffee, first thing in the morning
those friends who try to include me in things, despite how ludicrous my schedule gets
having a fantastic brother who's marrying this classy, beautiful Turkish girl
hot chai
having a smidgen of class
driving a luxury car
that sweet gliding of strong muscles as you move
knowing that no matter what the hell happens or how much I screw up, I'll always be ok

Oh boy...

So yesterday was just a comedy of errors. Lots of them. I have been feeling rather harried, and overbooked, but I was still attempting to get everything done. I worked all day, left for class around lunch, looked at possible audio CDs to review for evidence, dropped crap at the post office, went to school after work to review Land Use with a class mate and thought I was doing pretty well.

Then I crashed and burned in the parking lot. I was rushing to my car to get to practice when I caught my foot on one of those concrete curbs. I got airtime, and hit the ground pretty hard. More so because of the 30lbs of books on my back. I landed on my hand, hip and knees, and I think I knocked my head against my hand. Luckily, I was able to get up and nurse my bruised ego. I got to my car, threw my books in and just sat to assess the damage. Everything hurt, but not as much as I thought it should. I thought I had sprained my hand - it wouldn't grip without a lot of pain. Luckily today it seems to be much better. I was sure I should have thrown my back way out of whack, but again, noting more than a bit of soreness today. But I did go home and ice everything and eat a pile of ibuprophen. I'm very glad I work out - that could have been really bad all around. I tried to stop at urgent care, but the wait was 5-6 hours to be seen. Yeah, right - someone remind me about our health care problem?

But instead of just going home and plunking myself on the couch to recuperate, I got bored after an hour or so if icing my hand. I bugged my neighbors for a while, and tried watiching tv. I'd gotten most of my homework done. What to do?

Well, I tried working on my dress for my brother's wedding. The pieces were cut out, I just needed to put them together, right? Yeah, note to self - no sewing while in pain! I misaligned the sides, so the flared asymmetrical skirt came out all wrong. Really wrong.. I have to take the front and back apart and realign them properly. Luckily I thought about it this morning and I think I can salvage it tonight. But yeah, no more pained sewing. My brains get addled.

So yes, I will have a hand made dress to wear next weekend for the wedding. It'll just take a bit more work than expected. And no serious damage remains today. I'm apparantly rather hardy peasant stock.... I'll be back at practice on Sunday.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Verdict on Birthday?

Since my last post, I've been pleasantly surprised! I was rather touched by my friends who were apparently willing to go out of their way to wish me a happy birthday and wish me well! My family even came through with some calls and emails - it was rather nice. Even my cousin emailed me unexpectedly, which I very much appreciated. Kinda nice actually, since I haven't talked to a lot of my extended family for a while.

I got flowers and loving wishes, a cocktail poured for me, cards, cake, kisses, jokes, and a bunch of time with my honey. Granted, sleep was a bit limited, but some things are worth missing sleep over!

So yeah, all in all, not too shabby. I even survived my classes with a modicum of pain and suffering. Back to panicking over how much crap I need to get done, wheeee!

Hope your day is pleasantly surprising!

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

good presents

Besides, the Sabres are going to set a new record for most wins at the start of a season, right? :-)

www.sabres.com

Now that's the kind of presents I'm talking about. If only the TV people would realize there are hockey fans in SoCal...

So, I'm another year older....

Yup, a bunch of you guessed it. It's the annual anniversary of my early birth. Yup, 7 weeks early, and I just couldn't wait to get out. And I find it amusing when folks ask how I'm celebrating. Since I already did last weekend, I'm just not really doing much of anything. Really, it's always been less than exciting. I'm not big on birthdays. I tried the whole party thing for a while, but after a few fiascos, I'm not really that big on them anymore. And don't talk to me about surprise parties. They usually ended up being rather painful, like the time my firends took me to "a little Italian place" which ended up being Chucky Cheese. Um, yeah. I was a good sport, but not exactly a celebration of the day I was born. I felt rather mocked. Yippee.

Nowadays, it seems that I have a lot more fun. Had a fantastic weekend with the man - lots of chinese buffet, a bit of wandering around looking at costumes and other fun stuff, picking out pumpkins, a stop off at Miles' party, and a visit to the Symphony. It was all wonderful. And we didn't even do everything we'd planned! Low key, no asinine people badly singing to me because they work in a restuarant, and just simple fun. There are so many opportunities for stupid shit on your birthday - I was glad to not have to deal with most of it. As usual, my family hasn't called or anything, but I got some lovely cards in the mail and wishes from co-workers.

I dunno - I'd prefer it was just another day. I've gotten mixed messages my entire life about birthdays, so I'd prefer to just go about things as if it was just another day. Usually nothing utterly stupendous happens on my birthday, and I've had a lot of bad happen. So at this point, I'll take my joy in nice wishes, slogging through another 4 hours of class, and being taken to a nice lunch by my boss. And look forward to a martini with my honey this evening. It's enough. It's really just enough.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Just a reminder of what being a reader in good taste means..

Not that I've had any issues. But then I don't pretend that my blog isn't public, either...

http://www.namaii.com/readme/

Here's the rules of being a goooood reader. Simple and to the point.

Perfect for a Monday morning

The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord

My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.

My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.

My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.

Shooting is not too good for my enemies.

The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.

I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.

When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."

After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.

I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.

I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.

I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.

One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.

All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least have several rounds of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.

The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.

I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.

I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."

When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.

I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would provide a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.

I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.

Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.

I will hire a talented fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legions of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman footsoldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.

No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.

I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.

I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)

No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible vulnerable spot.

No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bedchamber.

I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.

My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.

I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.

All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.

All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcement and/or romantic subplot for the hero or his sidekick.

I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.

I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.

I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.

I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.

I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing out copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.

If my trusted lieutenant tells me my Legions of Terror are losing a battle, I will believe him. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.

If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.

If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.

I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable superweapon, I will use it as early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.

Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel devices.

When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys happens to follow him around.

I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.

I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.

I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him, say "And here is the price for failure," then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.

If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.

If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.

I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.

If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.

My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.

If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions in the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people-oriented position.

I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.

If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.

I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.

The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legions of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.

My Legions of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.

Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owner's manual.

If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.

I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.

My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: this also applies to passwords.

If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?", I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.

I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.

Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of that nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.

I will see a competent psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be a disadvantage.

If I must have computer systems with publically available terminals, the maps they display of my complex will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.

My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.

No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.

I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.

All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster-homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.

When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.

If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.

If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon instead of using my unstoppable superweapon on them.

I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.

When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.

I will instruct my Legions of Terror to attack the hero en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.

If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)

If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutentant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.

I will not tell my Legions of Terror "And he must be taken alive!" The command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonably practical."

If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited-edition commemorative coins.

If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.

If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.

I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerous, unbalanced structure.

If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason, I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.

I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.

I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 Stones of Power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more along the lines of "Push the button."

I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.

My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.

If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to try the task again.

After I captures the hero's superweapon, I will not immediately disband my legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.

I will not design my Main Control Room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.

I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.

If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead I will say this his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)

If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and an underling who failed or betrayed me, I will see to it that the hero is scheduled to go first.

When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.

My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cellmate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening up the cell for a look.

My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.

My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unravelled.

If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However if circumstance have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each others' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.

Any data file of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb in size.

Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free unlimited Internet access.

Friday, October 20, 2006

You stole my yellow ribbon? Really??

Well, my week has been one of those weeks where you're really aware. Every moment of the day is in your experience. There's no "time flying". Nope, you get to be tired at 5pm, then go to class and experience every excruciating moment in detail.

So, I walked out to my car yesterday. Bear in mind that the parking guy is very cool. He always tucks my car near the booth, generally keeps an eye on it, and is just nice whenever I come by. I get my keys and walk to my car. I see my car and immediately notice something's wrong. It doesn't look right. Yup, someone stole my magnetic "Support our Troops" yellow ribbon on my trunk in the back. Yes, really. Someone took it! Now, it could have been when I took it to the post office to drop off a package earlier. You never know. But I didn't notice it until later.

And no, it didn't drop off the car. Magnets don't just drop off. It was firmly and neatly on there. I move it every car wash so I don't get "ring around the ribbon". And now it's gone. I'm ok with it if someone really needed to support our troops more than I did. That's ok. But if you took it because you don't agree with me? Now that's just not right. We call that petty theft where I come from. And you stole my political statement! The only one I have right now! Gosh darn it, I finally take a stand on something, and someone steals it! Sheesh :-)

Have a nice weekend!

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