Argephontes
11/23/2002
I've been doing a thing lately. It's not a big deal, but it has me a little confused. Over the course of the past two weeks or so, I've managed to have my underwear on right-side-out maybe twice. Why do I keep doing this? Is there some deep, hidden meaning in the fact that I keep putting my panties on backwards? (If you're wondering, they're right this morning. For a change.)
I had to call 911 when I came home from work yesterday. A bunch of kudzu was on fire. I called the fire department to tell them, and the lady made me call 911. I don't understand that. I thought 911 was just a shortcut for serious emergencies. I have called the police before, and they didn't make me call 911. The operator asked if I was having a emergency, and I said, "Well, no. But if someone doesn't come out here, it could potentially be an emergency. Maybe. The fire department told me to call!" I've always been told not to dial 911 unless it was a serious emergency, because you may be tying up the lines for someone in a life or death situation.
However, the fire department did come, and they did put out the fire.
¶ 11/23/2002 10:29:00 AM
I had to call 911 when I came home from work yesterday. A bunch of kudzu was on fire. I called the fire department to tell them, and the lady made me call 911. I don't understand that. I thought 911 was just a shortcut for serious emergencies. I have called the police before, and they didn't make me call 911. The operator asked if I was having a emergency, and I said, "Well, no. But if someone doesn't come out here, it could potentially be an emergency. Maybe. The fire department told me to call!" I've always been told not to dial 911 unless it was a serious emergency, because you may be tying up the lines for someone in a life or death situation.
However, the fire department did come, and they did put out the fire.
¶ 11/23/2002 10:29:00 AM
11/20/2002
I hate the news. It's so depressing. I get depressed when its incomplete. I will admit that I, too, was curious as to whether or not Ben and J. Lo were engaged. But that's why we have People magazine. Don't put that on CNN, ok?
But then I get depressed, too, when they do talk about real news. Because it makes me angry, or sad, or helpless. I'm full of self-righteous opinions, but what do I really do about anything? I vote, sure. But other than that? I have tried to be involved. Example - I joined the local NOW chapter. I quit participating because I realized that I disagree with half of the crap NOW advocates. Like trying to take the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show off cable. Who gives a SHIT? There are so many issues that you could spend your time and resources on with more meaning. I consider myself a feminist. And I plan to watch it. Because I whole-heartedly believe that you can be a feminist AND enjoy lovely, sexy underwear. I stay on the listserv. If they do something I believe in that I could add support to, then I'll pitch in. Still not very satisfying.
But I was talking about the news. This made me feel angry, sad, and helpless. I do not discriminate against old people. But I don't think it would be discrimination to require the elderly to undergo vigourous testing once they reach a certain age in order to ensure that they are mentally and physically able to drive. To be required to get your liscense renewed every two years, every year after the age of 80. It is not discrimination, but rather a FACT that the mind and body deteriorate with age. I have known some astoundingly sound of mind, sharp, eighty-year-olds that couldn't drive. Usually, caution is the culprit. They are slower reacting, so they feel they must be overly cautious. But after a point, caution becomes more dangerous. Like when someone in the right lane on the interstate STOPS to let entering off the ramp in front of them rather than easing into the wide open left lane. If someone is right behind you, you've just caused a 3 car (at least) pile-up.
You could get the environmentalists in on it (fewer cars to pollute the air!). It would create more job, and therefore help boost the economy. Testing facilities. More available transportation (like the buses that take the old people to the mall). We used to have a local grocery store that delivered to the elderly. Call in your grocery list, and they bring right to your kitchen. Give it a $5 service fee and charge 30 cents/mile. Transportation on a local van service could be a flat monthly rate at a discounted price, or higher for individual rides. It works in cities with successful bus systems and subways. I know it isn't ever that simple, but FDR pulled it off. And it'd kill a lot of birds with maybe just a few bad throws.
¶ 11/20/2002 03:19:00 PM
But then I get depressed, too, when they do talk about real news. Because it makes me angry, or sad, or helpless. I'm full of self-righteous opinions, but what do I really do about anything? I vote, sure. But other than that? I have tried to be involved. Example - I joined the local NOW chapter. I quit participating because I realized that I disagree with half of the crap NOW advocates. Like trying to take the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show off cable. Who gives a SHIT? There are so many issues that you could spend your time and resources on with more meaning. I consider myself a feminist. And I plan to watch it. Because I whole-heartedly believe that you can be a feminist AND enjoy lovely, sexy underwear. I stay on the listserv. If they do something I believe in that I could add support to, then I'll pitch in. Still not very satisfying.
But I was talking about the news. This made me feel angry, sad, and helpless. I do not discriminate against old people. But I don't think it would be discrimination to require the elderly to undergo vigourous testing once they reach a certain age in order to ensure that they are mentally and physically able to drive. To be required to get your liscense renewed every two years, every year after the age of 80. It is not discrimination, but rather a FACT that the mind and body deteriorate with age. I have known some astoundingly sound of mind, sharp, eighty-year-olds that couldn't drive. Usually, caution is the culprit. They are slower reacting, so they feel they must be overly cautious. But after a point, caution becomes more dangerous. Like when someone in the right lane on the interstate STOPS to let entering off the ramp in front of them rather than easing into the wide open left lane. If someone is right behind you, you've just caused a 3 car (at least) pile-up.
You could get the environmentalists in on it (fewer cars to pollute the air!). It would create more job, and therefore help boost the economy. Testing facilities. More available transportation (like the buses that take the old people to the mall). We used to have a local grocery store that delivered to the elderly. Call in your grocery list, and they bring right to your kitchen. Give it a $5 service fee and charge 30 cents/mile. Transportation on a local van service could be a flat monthly rate at a discounted price, or higher for individual rides. It works in cities with successful bus systems and subways. I know it isn't ever that simple, but FDR pulled it off. And it'd kill a lot of birds with maybe just a few bad throws.
¶ 11/20/2002 03:19:00 PM
11/19/2002
Laura Beth, who is the long-time SO of my pal Nate, just turned 30. Her parents gave her a trampoline for her birthday. How cool is that? I want a trampoline for my thirtieth birthday.
Did anyone else find it ironic that "Reign of Fire" aired just before the Leonid Meteor Shower? We watched the ep. last night. It was raining when I went to bed, so I got up around 4:00 to see if I could see anything. Our backyard looks out over a massive valley of kudzu, so you can see miles of sky from my bedroom window. I looked out for a bit and went back to bed. I dreamed that I was standing there at my bedroom window, watching the shower, when it turned into the fire-y rain at the end of the episode. Crrreeeeeppy. ¶ 11/19/2002 04:08:00 PM
Did anyone else find it ironic that "Reign of Fire" aired just before the Leonid Meteor Shower? We watched the ep. last night. It was raining when I went to bed, so I got up around 4:00 to see if I could see anything. Our backyard looks out over a massive valley of kudzu, so you can see miles of sky from my bedroom window. I looked out for a bit and went back to bed. I dreamed that I was standing there at my bedroom window, watching the shower, when it turned into the fire-y rain at the end of the episode. Crrreeeeeppy. ¶ 11/19/2002 04:08:00 PM
11/18/2002
Ryan and I both slept on the couch last night. There was a mouse in the bedroom. Scurrying around the bed, which is on the floor. Despite not having a frame anymore, I still use a bedskirt. The billowy fabric around the mattresses gives it a bohemian, shabby chic look rather than "I'm too cheap and lazy to fix my bed." The mouse discovered that it could play hide and seek with the cats fairly effectively by running round the bed under cover. I snatched a pillow and the comforter, and left the cats to it.
Our couch is big, but it isn't that big. My bum is sore. And will continue to be so until I find a nice mouse corpse.
Update: Went home for lunch. There was nice little present on the bedroom floor, by the table on my side of the bed. Luc and Mazzie got treats. Good kitties! ¶ 11/18/2002 01:00:00 PM
Our couch is big, but it isn't that big. My bum is sore. And will continue to be so until I find a nice mouse corpse.
Update: Went home for lunch. There was nice little present on the bedroom floor, by the table on my side of the bed. Luc and Mazzie got treats. Good kitties! ¶ 11/18/2002 01:00:00 PM
I'm SUCH a moron.
Finally watched last week's Angel ("Spin the Bottle") last night. Court had taped it, due to everyone else in town's electricity being out. And due to generally having a bad week and then loaning it to Alicia, I didn't get to watch it until last night.
Ok, Props, Joss. It was awesome.
And then Ryan and I are watching the Next Week On... bit, and we're (well, me, mostly) all "ooh" and "I can't wait until next week!"
MORONS!
But it's ok, because I've just discovered that Alicia taped it. PHEW! ¶ 11/18/2002 10:43:00 AM
Finally watched last week's Angel ("Spin the Bottle") last night. Court had taped it, due to everyone else in town's electricity being out. And due to generally having a bad week and then loaning it to Alicia, I didn't get to watch it until last night.
Ok, Props, Joss. It was awesome.
And then Ryan and I are watching the Next Week On... bit, and we're (well, me, mostly) all "ooh" and "I can't wait until next week!"
MORONS!
But it's ok, because I've just discovered that Alicia taped it. PHEW! ¶ 11/18/2002 10:43:00 AM
11/17/2002
GEEEEE.
Blogger didn't even eat my post- it just disappeared. Not sure what I did. All I know is that one moment I was typing along, and the next it was just gone.
So I'll spare you the monologue I was in the midst of on my sense of pride in having a "Good Guy Team" in Fantasy Hockey, and just tell you that my Thus Far Undefeated in the League team is about to loose this week. Dammit. Where my boys at? I have four of you. Anyhoo, just check that off on the Things That Suck for Mikkie This Week List.
I took my car up to Memphis on Friday. In the rain. Let's just say that 8 hours and $400 later, I learned that warranties are full of crap and they lie. I don't really know what a torque axle or a timing belt is, but I know that they make the car go, and they fall under the blanket terrority of "bumper to bumper."
But it's a new day, and a new week. Yesterday I had a preview of betterness. Alicia's hair looks fabulous, which means that I didn't have to off her post-cut and dispose of the evidence of her Bad Hair in the depths of the dirty Mississippi to save my reputation as the fashionista. Because you see, it was my idea. Parts of it, anyway. Like the original "Why don't you just do something drastic to your hair?" bit, and the addition of bangs. So, yay? We also went to see Harry Potter. It still wasn't great, because I pretty much fell out as soon as we got home because I felt like crap, and I fully expected to see the Daredevil trailer pre-Potter. No such luck.
But like I said, new day. New week. Must get better. And I have full confidence in my karma's abilities to make that happen, because I just don't have the patience to keep getting pissed off.
¶ 11/17/2002 12:24:00 PM
Blogger didn't even eat my post- it just disappeared. Not sure what I did. All I know is that one moment I was typing along, and the next it was just gone.
So I'll spare you the monologue I was in the midst of on my sense of pride in having a "Good Guy Team" in Fantasy Hockey, and just tell you that my Thus Far Undefeated in the League team is about to loose this week. Dammit. Where my boys at? I have four of you. Anyhoo, just check that off on the Things That Suck for Mikkie This Week List.
I took my car up to Memphis on Friday. In the rain. Let's just say that 8 hours and $400 later, I learned that warranties are full of crap and they lie. I don't really know what a torque axle or a timing belt is, but I know that they make the car go, and they fall under the blanket terrority of "bumper to bumper."
But it's a new day, and a new week. Yesterday I had a preview of betterness. Alicia's hair looks fabulous, which means that I didn't have to off her post-cut and dispose of the evidence of her Bad Hair in the depths of the dirty Mississippi to save my reputation as the fashionista. Because you see, it was my idea. Parts of it, anyway. Like the original "Why don't you just do something drastic to your hair?" bit, and the addition of bangs. So, yay? We also went to see Harry Potter. It still wasn't great, because I pretty much fell out as soon as we got home because I felt like crap, and I fully expected to see the Daredevil trailer pre-Potter. No such luck.
But like I said, new day. New week. Must get better. And I have full confidence in my karma's abilities to make that happen, because I just don't have the patience to keep getting pissed off.
¶ 11/17/2002 12:24:00 PM
