faster pussycat... type! type!

You know, if someone says to you "I'm not trying to bust your chops, Jodi, but..." most likely, they are, indeed, trying to bust your chops. One way to tell; if they proceed to bust said chop from four different angles, four different directions, before making their final chop busting blow. So you get to sit and hear it for four times as long, before you can defend your chop. You and everyone else. Of course, this may all depend upon you being named Jodi.

Don't worry kids, I still got my chops. But I was thisclose to just yelling out "shut up shut up shut up already! i get what you are saying!! you doubt that i did a thorough job. let's just skip to the part where i tell you that yes, i did double check and yes I am certain, ok?" Since you are not trying to bust my chops or anything.

Some of the things I am working on right now, at work, are not easy. They are complicated annoying problems that are difficult to pin down. And there are many people involved, with me in the middle. The people on the Outside are frustrated and angry. Rightfully so, but they are less cooperative now because of it. The people on the Inside, with me, are fine. Ok, sure, one of them tried to bust my chops, but like I said, I still got 'em. I'm not easily intimidated. [just easily annoyed.] We had a meeting about this one particular issue first thing this morning. Excellent time for a meeting, btw... first thing Monday morning. As I was walking out, someone not in my department who does not do my job said, "man, I feel sorry for you."

ahhh... the comfort of pity from your coworkers.

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Tha Shizzonator. I love translation websites. My favorite game used to be to write an email, use bablefish to translate it to french, and send it to my friend. Who would then have to translate it back. Just to see how messed up it got. I love that game.

Maybe I'm being unfair da Scottish muthas n' shit. ..
but I wuz driving in my hooptie an ad came on da radio fo' some fancy guitar concert, know what I'm sayin'? Night of Guitars, I believe, know what I'm sayin'? With guitar masters from izzall over da world." Including a Scottish Jazz Guitarist n' shit. And I thought myself, " Scottish Jazz Guitarist? That just does not compute, know what I'm sayin'? " Jazz, know what I'm sayin'? .... Scottland, know what I'm sayin'? .... kilts n' shit. .. bluegrass maybe, but jazz? I can't picture someone discussing jazz wit a scottish brogue n' shit. Oh well, learn something new everyday." Being part Scottish myself, I shouldn't be doubting da vast amounts of culture 'n talent of my muthas.

Speaking of Scottish muthas, Louise is leaving this week n' shit. She is going crib fo' ten days n' shit. Home being, of course, Scottland, land of adorable accents n' shit. Poor Louise will be one of many adorable accents, however n' shit. No special treatment now should brizzle happen go a book signing. Non of her Scottish friends are going make her be like "squirrel" or "fury" over 'n over delight in da way brizzle says her r's. Unless of course they think brizzle's gotten an American accent, in her time here, know what I'm sayin'? I bet they do, know what I'm sayin'? I bet they izzall be like, "Oh Louise, listen yo' adorable American accent, yo' ass are so cute! Just like Mary Poppins, yo' ass are practically perfect in every way." "

I'll miss her of course n' shit. . I'll probably walk around da office izzall sad, mumbling "squiddle, know what I'm sayin'? .. squiddle, know what I'm sayin'? .. squiddle" myself n' shit.

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but I was driving in my car an ad came on the radio for some fancy guitar concert. Night of Guitars, I believe. With guitar masters from all over the world. Including a Scottish Jazz Guitarist. And I thought to myself, " Scottish Jazz Guitarist? That just does not compute." Jazz..... Scottland..... kilts... bluegrass maybe, but jazz? I can't picture someone discussing jazz with a scottish brogue. Oh well, learn something new everyday. Being part Scottish myself, I shouldn't be doubting the vast amounts of culture and talent of my people.

Speaking of Scottish people, Louise is leaving this week. She is going home for ten days. Home being, of course, Scottland, land of adorable accents. Poor Louise will be one of many adorable accents, however. No special treatment now, should she happen to go to a book signing. Non of her Scottish friends are going to make her say "squirrel" or "fury" over and over to delight in the way she says her r's. Unless of course they think she's gotten an American accent, in her time here. I bet they do. I bet they all say, "Oh Louise, listen to your adorable American accent, you are so cute! Just like Mary Poppins, you are practically perfect in every way."

I'll miss her of course.. I'll probably walk around the office all sad, mumbling "squiddle... squiddle... squiddle" to myself.

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I was discussing Tarot cards, down below, with River Selkie, and I thought I'd list off the decks I own in my collection. Not all of them are traditional tarot. Some I got as gifts, the rest I bought because something about the artwork appealed to me. I don't read cards for other people, I barely read them for myself. But when I do, it's the Voyager Tarot I use. I've attended many workshops taught by the creator of this deck. And I've forced upon him many of my friends for readings. Which I am sure he enjoyed as my friends are all unique and special little flowers.

Besides the Voyager, I think my next favorite is the phantasmagoric theatre tarot. But we'll see how that stacks up the Housewives Tarot, once it arrives. Because those cards are pretty swell. The Victoria Regina just blew my mind when I saw it, I had not purchased a deck in a long time, until I found that one. I could spend days just looking at those cards, there is so much detail, and so many things hidden within them. You can see images from almost every deck in existence at aeclectic.net. Except for the rare and infamous Edward Gorey Tarot. Man would I love to have that deck.

Shakespearian Tarot [no image]
Morgan's Tarot [no image]

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I made up a word the other day, and it's genius. When I told it to Evildeb, she agreed, and then we made another genius world. And it's all because of chatting.

Fee and I were chatting the other night. She had just been given a new ergo keyboard. It's this crazy thing where the keys are actually concave in the board. Like two little bowls. With keys in them. Actually, here it is, if you want to see it. Needless to say, this was affecting her typing. She was getting frustrated, but I was having fun. Trying to figure out what she was saying. It was actually kinda cute.

That is Fee explaining to me that, either If She Can't Type, She Can't Get Carpal; or that If She Wants to Type, She Can't Get Carpal.

Now she is explaining to me that she is going to be training on her day off, and she will ask if she will receive a comp day for that.

She's confirming I can understand her.

She is describing someone's appearance.

And finally, here she explaining to me that wil wheaton is having comment problem on his blog.

See? Cute. Anyway, we were chatting away, and I was describing someone's behavior as passive-aggressive, which I abbreviated to pass/agg, creative abbreviation being the mark of a skilled chatter. But, that phrase comes up so often in my life. It might be the people I hand around with, I don't know, but I find myself saying passive-aggressive on a regular basis. Therefore, I came up with a new word:

Passaggrive. Which is pronounced pass-AGG-rive. Genius!! Obviously, it's a combination of passive and aggressive in one word. Saves time, saves strain on your typing fingers. Go out and use it in a sentence 10x's today!

The next day, I was chatting with Evildeb. We were discussing how much fun it can be to work with The Man. We enjoyed him a great deal, so much, it made us want to punch him, but with affection. I don't think there is a word to describe that feeling. Or, at least there wasn't. Affectolence - intense, but not life threatening, physical force, used to express affection; when you want to hurt the ones you love. It's like, when someone is so cute and funny that you want to pinch their cheeks and then maybe slap them. Little boys on playgrounds are champs at affectolence, it's the only way for them to express their feelings to little girls.

So, remember: Passaggrive and Affectolence/Affectolent. Add them to your spell check dictionary today.

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You know, I don't even watch this show. I tried to watch it with the Sweet Pea once... it's kind of annoying. But, that doesn't mean that James Dobson, founder of Focus on the Family, and all of his ilk, is not a total and complete idiot. He's a sponge!!! A cartoon sponge! How can he push the gay agenda? Exactly what is the gay agenda? Remind me, because I think I forgot.

You know, when I was a kid, you didn't see people running around worried that Snagglepuss was going to turn us gay. Do people, [and by people I mean the geniuses who are protesting a video of cartoon characters singing We Are The Family, promoting tolerance, because they think it teaches kids to be gay] have too much time on their hands? Why aren't people just laughing in their faces? I don't see how anyone could ever take James Dobson seriously again. The man is a paranoid loon. I'd like to demonstrate a serious lack of tolerance towards him.

I'm speechless with amazement at the stupidity of it all.

link #1 article by CNN
link #2 wearefamilyfoundation.org
link #3 the man himself, James Dobson, explains how he is protecting children. *snort*

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The other morning, while I was getting ready for work, I had the radio on. I heard an ad for Tylenol Flu medication. They were giving helpful hints, of the Ounce of Prevention is worth a Pound of Cure variety. Example? Washing your hands with warm soapy water, for 30 seconds, reduces the chances of you catching the flu. Their helpful hint was this: teach your child to hum a little song while they wash their hands. That way, they will know when the 30 seconds is up.

So, the next time I washed my hands, I counted. I made it up to 12 hippopotamuses before I lost the will to wash. NO ONE can wash their hands for 30 seconds. It's unpossible. 30 seconds is forever when you are washing your hands. I don't even think surgeons wash their hands for 30 seconds. Forget it. Note: I do not yet have the flu.

I would think twice about teaching your kid to hum while washing his hands. The other kids will look at him funny, tease him and call him names. As he grows up, it will cease being weird and venture into creepy. Nobody likes to hear humming in the restroom.

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Saturday night I went to Barnes and Noble, to see if I could lower the available balance on my B&N gift card. It was burning a hole in my pocket. Which was embarrassing. It was about 8:30 or 9, dark and pouring down rain. I parked in a section that had five parking spots in a row. On the left end spot, there was a car that was parked on the white line, on it's right. So, dangerously close to being in the the second spot. On the far right end, there was a big fuck off SUV, parked in 1.5 parking spots. Leaving an approximate 2.5 remaining parking spots. To make things easier, I parked next to the car on the left, with just enough room to open doors. It probably put me over the white line, but since there was 1.5 parking spaces left, I figured the last car would be fine. I pulled, straightened out, and parked. I was in the store for about an hour and a half. When I came out, there was a piece of paper on my windshield. I went to remove it, but it just fell sort of ... mooshed when I touched it. It had been raining the entire time, and the note had melted. I could barely read the writing. It said, "You are rude. Learn to park." In suspiciously female handwriting.

This threw me into a state of extreme confusion. I looked at my car. The car to my left was still there, the fuck off SUV was still there, and another car was using the 1.5 parking spots I left. My car was not parked crooked. I was not parked too close to anyone's door. What the hell did I do? You have to be pretty annoyed to go through the trouble of writing a note to leave on someone's windshield. You'd think that they'd give it to the fuck off SUV. Or at the very least, the car on the left end of the row. But why leave it on my car?

I thought about it for awhile. Then I thought, "maybe I was rude somewhere else? maybe inside the store?" Let's see, I went inside, browsed until I had a small armful of books, sat down in big chair and read, got up, returned books I didn't want, got in line and paid for my books. Nope. Nothing rude. So, I scraped off the paper pulp from my windshield and said, "You want rude? Show your stupid note writing face and I'll give you some rude, you silly bitch." And left.

But I have to say, it bothered me for the rest of the evening. Until I started reading a piece in Time Magazine about the Science of Happiness. And I realized, the Confused Note Writing Bitch was not a happy person. And I doubt leaving that note made her any happier. And while it may have upset my lovely book buying high I had, when i walked out the store, I was comforted by the fact that I am not a Note Writing Coward like she. When I confront someone for being rude, I do it to their face. Did I ever tell you guys about the cell phone store? I don't think I did. That's one of my better confrontations of rudeness. Maybe tomorrow.

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Dr. Stevil kicks ass! He bought me this book.

The complete guide to the amazon princess. I guess he could just tell that it should be mine.

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Hey... I think I kinda need this tarot deck for my collection.

EDITED: Ok, they are mine now.

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Yesterday was, officially, the most depressing day of the year. I'm not making it up.... The British decided it's the most depressing day of the year. Apparently it all boils down to:

• The crappy, dark, cold weather.
• Any remaining dregs of holiday cheer are all used up.
• Most people have already failed at their NY's resolutions, by this point.
• Credit card bills for holiday spending starting to arrive.
• No fun to look forward to, no plans for holiday celebration, etc.

Well, I think it's all crap. And you know how much I understand the depression. Maybe it's just crap for me.

• dark skies don't bother me, and I don't believe in the S.A.D.
• holiday cheer is gone the morning of the 26th. It's over. And I'm relieved. Any dregs are removed by the time I go back to work.
• I didn't make any resolutions.
• I have no credit cards

I will admit, there is a long dry spell of no special workdays off. I don't think there is an official holiday PTO until Memorial day. That is pretty bleak. I told Evildeb, who is very sensitive, that yesterday was the most depressing day of the year, and she said, "What? No, I was fine yesterday." So that proves it. Believe me, if it had been true, she would have been depressed.

I bet the British never took Evildeb into account. No one ever does.

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I decided I needed some new icons on my mac, to spruce things up a bit. So I went to check out xicons, to see what was new. I downloaded this set I liked, bright colors, big fat happy icons, and did something I rarely do, read the ReadMe. In the readme, there was a link to a second page, an artist's note, so I started reading that. It thanked me for downloading the icons, and hoped I enjoyed them, and hey, could he tell me something? Ten years ago, he made the most important decision of his life, you see stuff doesn't last forever, your computer is obsolete in a couple of months, your car will break down, your flowers will die, and so will you. In fact, there is only one thing that will be there, for all eternity, one thing you can count on.... that's right... . JESUS CHRIST. This made me laugh out loud. The kinda laugh that the entire department can hear. It was just so... unexpected. And ridiculous. It went on to talk about Jesus and why should should accept Jesus in your heart and yadda yadda get a bible, if this note changed your life, let me know. Oh please. Now, I know he had the best Christian intentions when writing this, and it's probably trés disrespectful of me to mock it, but give me a break. First and foremost, I really don't think a note is going to convert anyone. Second, I hate it when people insert Jesus where he doesn't belong. Keep that Jesus fellow in your heart, not in your ReadMe's. And thirdly, just see my previous note about giving me a break.

I still like the icons, tho. Silly Christians.

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Recently, Evildeb and Lloyd shipped No. 1 Son, Almost Certainly Evil Jacob, off to college - on the other side of the state. When your offspring moves out of the house, things instantly become simpler. No matter which kid. There is less laundry, fewer dirty dishes, less demand for the 1 full bathroom the Evil's have in their house, less demand for face to face attention. No conflict over the tv, no friends of the offspring hanging around. Evildeb spent about one day examining this and said, "No, no, NO! This will never do. Things are not complicated enough. It's too quiet. I cannot take it! I must have a dog. ASAP!"

The problem is, Lloyd is allergic to all living beings. Feathered, finned, furred or pink skinned. If it breaths, it makes him itch and sneeze. But it's difficult to say no to the Debil. "They" decided that they would foster a dog for a month, and see how Lloyd did. It would need to be a dog that is known for being less allergenic. Like a poodle. Evildeb found a dog named Mimi, who is half poodle and half brichon frise. [i have no idea how to spell bichon frise.] Eleven months old, she had been rescued from a shed, where she had been kept 24/7.

Half the month is gone, and so far Lloyd is doing ok. The dog is delightful. Friendly and playful, odd for a dog who was locked in a shed. So the deciding factor, in whether they keep Mimi, is Lloyd. I asked her what she would do if Lloyd said he couldn't live with the allergies.
"He would have to prove it."
"But you said that it is ultimately up to him. It's his decision. But if he says no, he'll have to prove it?"
"well... yes."

Here are some pictures of Mimi, in the black skull and cross bones hoodie Evildeb got her. So far, Mimi is a great excuse for Deb to spend money. Click for larger images.

She really is a cute dog.

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From bookslut I have learned that The Morning News has launched The First Annual TMN Tournament of Books. Complete with bracketed breakdowns. It would be fun to read along, but since I am one girl, and they are many judges, I might have to wait until they narrow down the competition. Below is the list of books they are reading, grouped according to the first rounds. You can download a pdf of the bracket chart here. Also, this post on the bookslut blog, made me laugh out loud.... books for babies sounds like a fair trade to me.

The Plot Against America Philip Roth
The Bad Boy’s Wife Karen Shepard

The News From Paraguay Lily Tuck
The Inner Circle TC Boyle

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell Susanna Clarke
The Rope Eater Ben Jones

Heir to the Glimmering World Cynthia Ozick
Human Capital Stephen Amidon

Cloud Atlas David Mitchell
The Finishing School Muriel Spark

An Unfinished Season Ward Just
The Dew Breaker Edwidge Danticat

I Am Charlotte Simmons Tom Wolfe
Wake Up, Sir Jonathan Ames

Birds Without Wings Louis De Bernieres
Harbor Lorraine Adams

I do want to read I Am Charlotte Simmons. Someday. But the next book I want to read is Glimpses of the Devil : A Psychiatrist's Personal Accounts of Possession, Exorcism, and Redemption. Come on... how am I supposed to resist that. It's psychology AND satan. It would make a great book for Satan's Bookclub. [which I am working on, btw. I just haven't been happy with any design I've come up with.]

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From Movable Type.

Movable Type 'nofollow' plugin
01.18.2005

Today we are pleased to announce our full support for the rel="nofollow" attribute to hyperlinks introduced to address the main cause of weblog spam: the payoff of higher placement in search engine results.

This initiative, with announced support from Google, Yahoo, MSN (and surely more to come), will direct search engines to ignore links with this attribute set for the purposes of spidering or increasing search engine relevance or ranking.

I just installed this plug-in. And it makes me feel all giddy inside, like I'm ruining the fun of comment spammers. Which is an idea that I love. It's a delicious feeling. My advice to you, if you use MT, go out and get the plug-in, so you, too, can ruin the fun of the spammers. It's us vs. them, troops.

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I just want to check some changes I made to my RSS Index template.

:)

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I was fighting with someone on the überboard today. I was very angry by her response to something I posted. I mentioned a report I had seen on tv, in very board and general terms. Something I thought was interesting. But the response was more than just pointing out my mistakes, it was personally insulting. And, this time, I decided wasn't just going to ignore the tone of the post. So, back and forth, back and forth. Arguing via bbs is somewhat like arguing via passed notes. They way we used to do, in school. I only said part of what I wanted to say, because the rest of it could blow the entire thing out of proportion. No satisfaction was achieved on my side, and I doubt it was on hers, although I would not presume to know what she's thinking about this whole thing. [because... apparently... that is one of my many mistakes during this whole thing. shut up, jodi. leave it alone.]

The reason I bring this up is, immediately after all this angry posting, I had to go to a meeting. And in the meeting, I had to pay attention, and think adult thoughts, and say adult things. No one seemed to notice that I was currently operating at a jr. high maturity level. But I found the sudden about face back into adulthood jarring to say the least. I was so tempted to just explain the entire argument to everyone in the meeting room, so I could get their opinion. Just like one would do, in junior high. So you would know, for sure, that you are right and the other party is wrong.

Today was Sparkie's birthday. He's a coworker, and a bunch of us went to lunch. Louise was explaining to us how it's socially acceptable to mock red headed people, in the UK. Not only socially acceptable, it's expected. It's the norm. They call that color hair "ginger" like the spice. But they call red heads gingers, with a hard G. And they are just generally considered less attractive. It would appear that girls pull of the ginger better than boys. Also, it does not count if you dye your hair red, "but who would want to do that?" It's always cracked me up, this outlook on redheads they have. it just doesn't make sense. If your child is born with red hair, in the UK, it would be best if you moved to America immediately, where red hair is considered attractive. At least now it is, I know it wasn't always.

Louise was originally not going to go with us, to lunch. In fact, when we met up with her, she was carrying around a sandwich and fruit cup from the upstairs cafe. But, we talked her into it, and she put her lunch in the fridge. Later, this afternoon, she thought that a fruit cup would be a refreshing snack. But... duh-duh-DUM ... someone had stolen her fruit cup and sandwich!! She was denied!
"Isn't that a constitutional right?"
"The right to have a fruit cup as an afternoon snack? Yes, I believe it is."
"And, do I have the right to bare arms, and protect my fruit cup?"
"yes... if someone touches your fruit cup, you get to shoot them."
"touch your fruit cup... that sounds like some kind of dodgy sex thing they'd say to kids... like on Law and Order: SVU. 'If someone touches your fruit cup, just yell NO!'."
"and tell a teacher."

I bet a redhead stole her fruit cup.

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I think it's a little too light.

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The biggest, most exciting news in my life? My cube, at work, will be moving to another location in the building. Sometime. Maybe in spring. Which goes to show you just how exciting my life is right now. I want to be placed in a dark, quiet, isolated corner.

Here's a fun fact about Evildeb, I really enjoy listening to her talk to customers. Especially difficult ones. It's not that she's mean or rude or anything. Quite the opposite. She's very calm and collected, but firm. I'm too nice. She's talking to a customer right now. One who is a bit on the clueless side. One who keeps escalating because she doesn't like the technical answer she receives. So I'm listening to Evildeb explain simple technical facts over and over again. Cute!

Evildeb, Dr. Stevil and I are notorious for our bickering. You wouldn't think we were friends. In fact, one boss Steve and I had, came to me and asked me if he and I were having problems [I don't think she had been our boss for long] because she heard us arguing. I explained that that was how we showed our love for one another, by trying to make the other one so angry, they started throwing things. Put three stubborn, dominate, opinionated people in a room. Make them each incredibly different in temperament. Give them each a different point of view, a different way of seeing things, a different way of solving problems, and a different work style. Make one of them a super genius like me. Make one of them pathologically unable to admit she is ever ever ever wrong, even if she is. And make the other one a crabby gay man with a great love for shoes. What do you have? Weapons of mass destruction, that's what. So, I was very amused when an employee at our vendors, wrote a story about working with everyone here, before she left the company. I really enjoyed our paragraph. I hope she doesn't mind I am going to paste that part here. By the way, there is a wizard in this story.

All Jodi could hear from her perch in the top of the tree was Deb yelling "You either get down here or I'm sending Steve up to slap you"! She looked down scornfully. It had taken her a long time to get her beanbag chair all the way to the top branch. And she was tired from her second trip up carrying the popcorn. "Yeah, yeah, you'll never get me" she taunted, smacking her lips on the buttery popcorn she was shoving in her mouth. Steve was enraged and started scrambling up the tree. Deb pushed him from behind. "Stop pushing me" he said, reaching behind himself to wave her away. "I'm not pushing" she hissed, "I'm helping. Now stop yammering and get up the tree"! With a chuckle the Wizard grabbed them all, stuffing them into the bag with all the others.

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Out with the holiday theme colors and in with a classic navy and grey. Because.. why not. Sort of a wintery set of colors. Maybe.

Just so you know I could have gone with a Valentine's Day theme, but I respect you guys too much.

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I heard my first Ashley Simpson song last night. I had no idea what she sang, or why she was even famous. I just knew that she freaked out on SNL when her voice tape malfunctioned, and people booed her at the orange bowl. So, her song is in a commercial. For shampoo that makes your hair pretty when you blow it dry. Something to do with the heat. And they put her name and the song title in the corner, like it's a little video, instead of a commercial. And you know what that song is called? "You make me want to La-La." Wow. Stuff makes me want to la-la all the time. So I completely understand. One time, when I had the stomach flu, I la-la'd every hour, on the hour, for 22 hours straight. It sucked. So, that was my first, and hopefully last, exposure to the 2nd Simpson sister. It bothers me that I am even taking the time to write about it, however the god damn song is now stuck in my head. I was hoping this might exorcise it.

I have that Friday afternoon feeling... like I need to get in my car and go-go-GO. How unfortunate that I have so much work to do. Oh why did I ever grow up?

6:04 pm: EDITED TO ADD:
it worked. After I posted this, I no longer sang "you make me want to la la" over and over. I started singing Better than Ezra's "Good." A much better song.

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If I make one more post about the weather... that would just be sad. But I can't help but mention that, according to weather.com, it should be snowing here in about 30 minutes.

On Saturday, Evildeb and I went to see White Noise. I was under the impression that this was a scary scary movie. And I desperately wanted to see a scary scary movie about dead people. Movies with demonic serial killers in stripey sweaters don't really scare me. Occasionally, they startle me. But that's their only trick. And it gets old. I wanted to see movie that scared me. I can tell it was a scary movie, if I lie in bed, at night, and pray to fall asleep quickly so I don't have to think about it too much. And if I can't, I protect myself by pulling the covers up over my head. Guaranteed to protect you from all sorts of evil. So, White Noise, not a scary movie. I would call it Spooky Suspenseful. And we enjoyed it, aside from my disappointment. I made the mistake of listening to an Alternative Rock Morning DJ, when he said it was scary. And you know, I don't even like Alternative Rock Morning DJs. I find them annoying. I must have been scanning stations in my car, on my way to work or something. I guess this A.R.M.D.J. is just a pussy. God, I hate those guys.

For scary, Louise suggests the German movie Anatomie. So does Clive Barker, for that matter. [they bonded over this film. that one time, when they fell in love.] But she also states that she's a wuss, when it comes to scary movies. I have to admit, movies tend to be a bit scarier when I watch them at home. Alone. In the dark. So I'll add it to my netflix queue.

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It has been suggested that those of us with laptops should take them home. In case of inclement weather tonight. So we can work from home, in necessary. But I have no faith in the inclement weather. After being so disappointed last Friday. Nonetheless, I will take my laptop home. Of course, if the entire site shuts down, it's an automatic PTO day. A free PTO day. In which case, should I work from home? or should I hang out in my pajamas all day reading and eating doublestuff oreos?

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oh.. the beauty. it's too much....i want it so much, my heart is aching. You know, it's stuff like this that renews your faith in mankind. It's going to be ok, kids.... I see that now.

God bless you, Steve Jobs.

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No, jodiferous.com has not propagated to the new server yet. But I imagine it will do that any day now. But rather, and spectacular genius named Sephira contacted me, and told me how to hack my .cfg file, in order to by-pass cyberpixels' tyranny. I feel so naughty. I notice that she has the instructions up on her blog, in case anyone needs them.

Thanks Sephira!!

Posted by jodi at 13h43 | Permalink | Comments (6)

bummer

Posted by jodi at 7h38 | Permalink

So, I've finally decided.... I'm switching web hosts. Let's face it, there are three things I do with my web space:

1. email for me, fee and tuffkid.
2. the bbs3k - überbrain's bbs.
3. and, most importantly, blogs. My blogs, and all the überblogs I host.

That being the case, I decided to switch to a provider that is an "authorized partner" with movabletype, livingdot.com. Bonus, I signed up in time to receive a license for MovableType... the big one. As many blogs and as many authors as I want. So all my überbloggers will now be able to use the 3.14 version. As soon as I can convince networksolutions.com to allow me entry into my domain manager for uberbrain. I anticipate that will take about two weeks. Given the fact that every answer I receive from them never actually ANSWERS anything.

I'm still waiting for jodiferous.com to switch over to livingdot.com, and when it does, I anticipate that comments will return! hooray!!

I haven't been doing much reading lately. I'm going through a television phase. It happens. My biggest distraction is definitely Oz. I'm hoping to receive season 3 tomorrow. It's a great show. Even if you didn't get to see Law and Order's hunky Dect. Stabler nekkid. Completely nekkid. Oh the nekkidness of that show. Let's take a minute to contemplate it. ................ ooooo-KAY. However, I will have to wait until Feb. to get season four. Apparently, HBO concentrates on cranking out DVD's of Sex in the City and the Sopranos, and can only release one season of Oz a year. That is just cruel. Who runs HBO? Who do I talk to about this? there are two more seasons after 4. And you know, a "season" is only 8 episodes! So, like, how hard could it be? At this rate, I won't be able to see the entire series until 2007! Madness. And why are they so slow with Six Feet Under? I saw all of season 2 when I still had HBO, and that was years ago. Where is season 3?

Another show I just started watching, and enjoying, is Veronica Mars. There's nothing I like more than a Gal Detective. [unless it's a Nekkid Detective Stabler.] I wanted to be a Gal Detective, when I grew up. But I have done that yet. Grown up. Anyway, she's snarky, clever, and a big fan of revenge. I think that show is well written.

I'm not sure if I mentioned this earlier, but my family now knows about my blog. This is my Uncle Jim's fault, so we'll take a minute to give him a shout-out. I don't think anyone knew about the jodiferous.com domain. My email was always sent from uberbrain. Jim's wily, tho. He went to uberbrain.com, followed a link to one of the ublerblogs, which had a link to mine. And then he told my mom. So what's a girl to do when her family does, or says, something moronic? Or makes a poor decision? ["poor" meaning something I don't agree with]. I mean, come on, that's what a blog is for, reporting these things. I guess I could put a disclaimer on my blog.

WARNING: To All Members of My Family

You guys are great. Seriously. But let's face it, sometimes you guys do the craziest things. And the things you say? Oh. My. God. How am I supposed to resist. I can't. That's what a blog is for. Your names could be changed to protect the innocent, but... who, among us, is really inoocent. So, don't be mad, or surprised, if I have to brutally honest in my blog. Don't worry, all my posts are completely objective and unbiased. And, you do good stuff to, I'll mention that. If it comes up. And you can always retaliate by commenting on an entry. Or writing your own blog. Basically, it boils down to this: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Love ya! Mean it!
Jodi

Posted by jodi at 17h21 | Permalink

It's going to snow tonight. They've been saying so all week. Evildeb and I have been looking at weather.com. It's basically going to start snowing at 9pm, and continue on through the night. in the morning, there are a couple of mentions of snow, mixed with rain, but the temps are still cold. Then it will all stop at noon.

And weather.com is NEVER wrong. Here's hoping for a snowday!!

Posted by jodi at 15h46 | Permalink

Technical chats between Evildeb and I often deteriorate into discussions like these.

Jodi: i wish i were psychic.
Evildeb: why
Evildeb: then you'd have to talk to dead people and that would just be more people to talk to
Jodi: cuz i watched that show "medium" and i want to be a psychic consultant. and help people solve the tuff crimes.
Jodi: it would combine my love of mysteries with my love of knowing things that other people don't know.
Jodi: and not only do i want to be psychic, but i want to be THE BEST PSYCHIC IN THE WORLD!!
Evildeb: I watched it also
Evildeb: but she wasn't a very good actress
Jodi: she was weird.
Jodi: but i'll give it another shot.
Evildeb: but I love psychic stuff so I'll probably watch it again
Jodi: i knew that about you.
Jodi: cuz...
Jodi: i'm....
Jodi: THE BEST PSYCHIC IN THE WORLD!!!
Jodi: she's been good before.
Evildeb: yeah, I bet she needs to warm up to tv
Evildeb: it will probably take a while for the show to get good
Evildeb: that happens a lot
Evildeb: I know that because
Evildeb: I'm
Evildeb: a
Evildeb: tv expert
Evildeb: In my class the teacher said we are all experts at something
Evildeb: But legally, to be an expert, the court has to agree that you are
Evildeb: and that requires a curriculum vitae
Evildeb: if you are an expert you can offer your opinion and the court will listen to you
Evildeb: but if you aren't an expert you can only offer facts
Evildeb: facts are stupid
Jodi: ummmm... what am i an expert at?
Evildeb: Prudence?
Jodi: sloth.
Jodi: i am an expert of sloth.
Jodi: i'm very very very very very very very very good at sloth.
Evildeb: do you know a lot about it?
Jodi: sure.
Evildeb: could you advise the court on sloth?
Jodi: it's gooooooooood.
Jodi: sure.
Evildeb: well, there you are then
Jodi: i could start a knowledge base on it.
Evildeb: why don't you if you're such an expert on it
Evildeb: ?
Jodi: because i'm SLOTHFUL!
Jodi: i could do it, but i never would.
Evildeb: well, you won't have much of a curriculum vitae then
Jodi: don't need one.
Evildeb: but maybe in the case of sloth a curriculum vitae is counterproductive to proving your expertise
Jodi: i emote lessons on sloth.
Evildeb: I really need to finish my email. I got one done but I have another one to do.
Jodi: what the hell is a curriculum vitae?
Evildeb: a list of the things you've done or what have you that prove you are an expert.
Evildeb: Like, speeches you've delivered, articles you've written that someone published (proving someone believes in you) certifications you've gotten on the subject, your PHD...it's like a resume
Jodi: hooo-boy. in my case, it's more of a list of things i HAVEN'T done. because i'm an expert. in sloth.
Evildeb: but different
Jodi: i think they are expecting a bit much from an expert in sloth.
Jodi: that's a lot of work. a lot of effort. we hate that.
Evildeb: right, but if you got up the gumption to write your curriculum vitae I think it would undermine your claim of expertise
Jodi: speaking of sloth, i have to go to a meeting now.
Evildeb: ok
Jodi: gumption.
Jodi: i'm FULL of gumption.
Evildeb: that's good because I have to finish an email
Jodi: wheee.
Evildeb: you should take a laxative
Evildeb: to help eliminate all the gumption that's trapped inside of you
Evildeb: because I think there may be a blockage problem with the gumption
Jodi: ha! blockage.
Jodi: gumption blockage.
Jodi: i need more fiber.

Posted by jodi at 12h00 | Permalink

Its not really necessary for me to point out that comments are still not working, that I do not have access to the mt-comments.cgi file I installed on my web page. Its just that I am so frustrated, I feel I have to mention it. Now, I can't even contact support at cyberpixels. I get a PerlDesk error. Even when I send an email. It has be about 6 days since I reopened my ticket... no one has responded to me. That is not a satisfactory service level, my friends.

Grrrrr.....

Posted by jodi at 23h39 | Permalink

So I'm back to work today. After almost two weeks, including those sick days. And I have to say, it's not all that much fun to be here. Because I really enjoy not working. And I had reverted back to my natural time clock, which is almost completely nocturnal. I only got about 3 hours of sleep last night. What's needed is an extra reason to come to work. Remember when you were in school, and you had a crush on someone. And just knowing you could walk by their locker and see them gave you reason to go to school? That's what was needed this morning. That extra reason. But we don't even have lockers here. And as I remained in bed, unable to convince myself to get up, I asked myself, "what kind of job would you be excited about returning to?" And I figured it out. Apple Pie taste tester. If i tasted apple pies all day, to determine which recipe was best, I would have been very excited to return to work this morning.

I was extremely lazy over my holiday break. I'm sure part of that was due to the sick. I watched a lot of movies. And a lot of tv. Please tell me I am not the only one who gets sucked into tv show marathons. I happen to flip by vh1, when they were showing back to back "I love the 90's" and I was helpless to move from 1990-1993. After 1993, I did not really move, per se, but the channel moved over to a marathon of my favorite new addiction - Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Completely captivated, I watched hour after hour, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and drinking diet sprite. I fell prey to one more marathon, and this one kept me in my pajamas all day yesterday. I tivo'd it. It was a Monk marathon. My new favorite show. I just started watching this show, and it kills me. I love it. I love mystery shows. With quirky detectives. My favorite kind of detective. I was a complete bean bag potato. It's just not healthy.

Also, I watched the first season of "Oz" over the break. I had tried to watch it once, back when I still had HBO, and I think i came in on some intensely violent scene that intimidated me. I figured if I watched it from the beginning, and saw the violence in context, it would be easier to take. And I was right. What a great show!! Not for the squeamish.

Posted by jodi at 18h17 | Permalink

I tend to like even numbers better than odd. However, odd years tend to be better years for me. I wonder why?

Comments still don't work. I'm none too pleased about it. Cyberpixels [my host] says that today is the day for fixes. But I don't see anything yet.

Posted by jodi at 13h36 | Permalink