Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Everything I Needed to Know in Life...
... I learned from Horatio Caine!
teehee
Your family are the most important people in your life. They may make things extremely difficult for you at times, but you do your best to take care of them. Remember, if you don't love your family, no one else may.
No matter how uncomfortable the situation, you must do the morally right thing.
You always eliminate the threat with extreme prejudice... no wavering, no doubt, no second thought.
A wry one-liner never hurts.
Isn't that all there is? LOL
Yeah, I watch CSI Miami. Not so much for David Caruso; more for that quasi-forensic stuff dramatized there. And, the plot lines of most of Bruckheimer's CSI series have some decent twists. I prefer the forensic shows for the truly vicarious stuff, but I've seen most of them. My mind is sort of warped that way.
I'm one of those people who looks at the grotesque photos on Rotten.com and is more fascinated by the "hmmmm, now exactly how did this get to be this" aspect of them than viewing them just for the sheer shock/schlock/horror value. I don't slow down on the highway at accident scenes. I have no morbid fascination. There's really nothing there that I want to see.
A couple of years back, the offspring and I were watching some forensic science-inspired TV program. I commented to her that I had been offered a full scholarship to study forensic science years ago, but my parents had been so appalled by the thought that they refused to allow me to accept it. She was incredulous. The next time we visited my family, I brought it up the subject of that offer. The memory of it still brought revulsion to my mother. I, however, think I would have made a kick ass blood-spatter expert.
On the internet browser homepage at msn.com yesterday was a little "what do your color preferences say about your personality and good career options" quizzes. I took it. It was pretty accurate. Paralleled my Jungian personality ENTP results. Said I would be ideally suited to arts/design/creative-type professions. Yeah, what else is new?
In defense of my left-brain, I took a career satisfaction inventory test from the same site. I'm well-suited and perfectly happy in my profession except in areas of salary, benefits, some of the organizational structure things. Who doesn't experience some dissatisfaction and frustration with those areas? It wasn't enough dissatisfaction to cause disharmony in my soul, so I suppose it doesn't matter that much, does it?
I have acquired the "head cold" that is making its way through the household. Rather than opting for the green death Nyquil route, I went the Vitamin C, Zinc, echinacea in addition to the B-complex vitamin and probiotics route. Some increased intake of water, some green tea with honey lemon and ginseng, and a bowl of hot and sour soup for good measure has me not feeling too badly at all.
The guy is heading back to class tomorrow. Two quarters to go. He's taking this engagement ring-thing quite seriously. I had joked that he should pick it up for me from Tiffany when he goes to NYC to do some Christmas shopping. He decided that was a good idea. As he stated to me, "Yes, you should have a nice ring." Guess I need to now redirect him to Ashcroft and Oak instead. Wonder if there's one in NYC? lol
teehee
Your family are the most important people in your life. They may make things extremely difficult for you at times, but you do your best to take care of them. Remember, if you don't love your family, no one else may.
No matter how uncomfortable the situation, you must do the morally right thing.
You always eliminate the threat with extreme prejudice... no wavering, no doubt, no second thought.
A wry one-liner never hurts.
Isn't that all there is? LOL
Yeah, I watch CSI Miami. Not so much for David Caruso; more for that quasi-forensic stuff dramatized there. And, the plot lines of most of Bruckheimer's CSI series have some decent twists. I prefer the forensic shows for the truly vicarious stuff, but I've seen most of them. My mind is sort of warped that way.
I'm one of those people who looks at the grotesque photos on Rotten.com and is more fascinated by the "hmmmm, now exactly how did this get to be this" aspect of them than viewing them just for the sheer shock/schlock/horror value. I don't slow down on the highway at accident scenes. I have no morbid fascination. There's really nothing there that I want to see.
A couple of years back, the offspring and I were watching some forensic science-inspired TV program. I commented to her that I had been offered a full scholarship to study forensic science years ago, but my parents had been so appalled by the thought that they refused to allow me to accept it. She was incredulous. The next time we visited my family, I brought it up the subject of that offer. The memory of it still brought revulsion to my mother. I, however, think I would have made a kick ass blood-spatter expert.
On the internet browser homepage at msn.com yesterday was a little "what do your color preferences say about your personality and good career options" quizzes. I took it. It was pretty accurate. Paralleled my Jungian personality ENTP results. Said I would be ideally suited to arts/design/creative-type professions. Yeah, what else is new?
In defense of my left-brain, I took a career satisfaction inventory test from the same site. I'm well-suited and perfectly happy in my profession except in areas of salary, benefits, some of the organizational structure things. Who doesn't experience some dissatisfaction and frustration with those areas? It wasn't enough dissatisfaction to cause disharmony in my soul, so I suppose it doesn't matter that much, does it?
I have acquired the "head cold" that is making its way through the household. Rather than opting for the green death Nyquil route, I went the Vitamin C, Zinc, echinacea in addition to the B-complex vitamin and probiotics route. Some increased intake of water, some green tea with honey lemon and ginseng, and a bowl of hot and sour soup for good measure has me not feeling too badly at all.
The guy is heading back to class tomorrow. Two quarters to go. He's taking this engagement ring-thing quite seriously. I had joked that he should pick it up for me from Tiffany when he goes to NYC to do some Christmas shopping. He decided that was a good idea. As he stated to me, "Yes, you should have a nice ring." Guess I need to now redirect him to Ashcroft and Oak instead. Wonder if there's one in NYC? lol
Monday, March 17, 2008
Nine Inch Nails' Ghosts Film Festival - Introduction
Yeah, I'm a bit tardy in getting this posted.... so what else is new... lmao
Sunday, January 6, 2008
A Day Off... Wow!
I am just waking up (recovering from the Nyquil hangover) and getting a start on the morning. Albeit a slow start.
I have coffee now. Hopefully that will help. I have waded through 6 email accounts this morning. On to #7. And, Yahoo awaits.
What an adventure #7 turned out to be... I upgraded my Opera browser in the process of checking #7. I had configured Opera to read my email from my #2 email addy. Problem was, I had changed passwords a couple of months back. Could not get it to re-configure to accept the new password.... Then, in seriously blonde moment, I decided that I would configure Opera to read my #1 email account as well.... OYYYYYYYYY!! OUCHHHHHHHH!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!
Everything from eBay goes to my #1 email. Invoices, PayPal receipts, everything. Makes it easier to go through and audit to see how much I have spent for various accounting purposes. (And, it keeps the accountant daughter off my ass for the most part. The most important part. lol) So, Opera diligently loaded all 278 unread emails from my #1 email addy. Not all of them are from eBay, Al..... I have a couple of other email newsletter subscriptions to that account as well. Interesting stuff, but I don't always read every newsletter before I file it. I went back in to Opera's settings and deleted both email accounts. Guess I will just have to be content with multiple browsers open if I want to keep up to the minute tabs (no pun intended) on my oh-so-unimportant email. And still, the specter of the Yahoo account looms...
It is 50 degrees outside today. Means that the ground is slushy, mucky mud. In turn, the dogs are a wet, filthy mess.
One facet of the impending housecleaning agenda that got messed up was the failure to obtain the Space Bags from Wal-Mart last evening. What I did end up obtaining from Wal-Mart was a battery for Joni's car. There is nothing better than two women with jumper cables and a flashlight in the parking lot at 11pm on a Saturday night.
The Yahoo inbox has been purged.
I am tempted to clean in earnest, but I'm finding this cold has me coughing too much with anything more than minor exertion. I am taking the Robitussin and drinking lots of water, but it is not loosening up as much as I would like.
Got some things done. Think I'm going to knit, watch a movie, and contemplate dinner at some point.
I have coffee now. Hopefully that will help. I have waded through 6 email accounts this morning. On to #7. And, Yahoo awaits.
What an adventure #7 turned out to be... I upgraded my Opera browser in the process of checking #7. I had configured Opera to read my email from my #2 email addy. Problem was, I had changed passwords a couple of months back. Could not get it to re-configure to accept the new password.... Then, in seriously blonde moment, I decided that I would configure Opera to read my #1 email account as well.... OYYYYYYYYY!! OUCHHHHHHHH!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!
Everything from eBay goes to my #1 email. Invoices, PayPal receipts, everything. Makes it easier to go through and audit to see how much I have spent for various accounting purposes. (And, it keeps the accountant daughter off my ass for the most part. The most important part. lol) So, Opera diligently loaded all 278 unread emails from my #1 email addy. Not all of them are from eBay, Al..... I have a couple of other email newsletter subscriptions to that account as well. Interesting stuff, but I don't always read every newsletter before I file it. I went back in to Opera's settings and deleted both email accounts. Guess I will just have to be content with multiple browsers open if I want to keep up to the minute tabs (no pun intended) on my oh-so-unimportant email. And still, the specter of the Yahoo account looms...
It is 50 degrees outside today. Means that the ground is slushy, mucky mud. In turn, the dogs are a wet, filthy mess.
One facet of the impending housecleaning agenda that got messed up was the failure to obtain the Space Bags from Wal-Mart last evening. What I did end up obtaining from Wal-Mart was a battery for Joni's car. There is nothing better than two women with jumper cables and a flashlight in the parking lot at 11pm on a Saturday night.
The Yahoo inbox has been purged.
I am tempted to clean in earnest, but I'm finding this cold has me coughing too much with anything more than minor exertion. I am taking the Robitussin and drinking lots of water, but it is not loosening up as much as I would like.
Got some things done. Think I'm going to knit, watch a movie, and contemplate dinner at some point.
Friday, December 28, 2007
One For Friday
It has been a long couple of days so far, and I really should be headed to bed. The night shift looms.
Picked the guy up at the airport last night, and we got to sleep not long after midnight. I headed for home before 6am and phoned to wake him for work at 8am.
So, I wonder what new rumors and or variations he is hearing today? I don't really care. It doesn't bother me, but he is upset by it all. At Christmas, I asked Chris if she remembered him from when she worked there. She didn't. As she commented when I told her I was dating one of the staff, "Oh, I know the grapevine just loves that, fucking Peyton Place."
Last night, I told him that I want a divorce. As this quarter of school is looking as bad as the last, I feel justified. "Ah, you know how I am when I am in my books." I repeated that I wanted a divorce. He continued to ignore me.
I so hate AOL. Benazir Bhutto was assassinated yesterday; it was not on the scrolling front page clicks or even listed in a Top Stories link. However, the fact that Paris Hilton is being essentially disinherited by her grandfather giving 97% of his fortune to charity was right up there along with Mother Of The Year Britney Spears and her knocked-up teenage sister. Oh, and knocked-up Jessica Alba is now engaged to her baby daddy. And, Mischa Barton's mug shot from a DUI arrest made the front page. I have not clicked over to Yahoo yet, but I'm not holding much hope for content of a much higher caliber.
Being me, I had to pop on over to Yahoo and take a peak. I will give them credit, they had valid content on their front page. **NOTE TO SELF : Change home-page on Mike and Amanda's laptop.**
The guy and I were just settling in to sleep last night. After I had asked for my divorce and we were talking about my boss wanting to use some of his pharmacology books this quarter. My phone rang. It was Brian. I answered the phone with, "Were your ears burning?" No. He had called to tell me that one of our patients had just died within the last hour. I told Hindolo that Carl had died. "When?" "Just a little bit ago. Brian was calling to let me know. That's just something the nurses do." I'm just calling Jane now to make sure that someone has phoned Carol. Someone forgot to phone me once, and it was a great shock to come back to work a few days later, be in the middle of report and ask about someone to be told that they had died earlier in the week. So, Carol was always the person who would make sure I got a call if I happened to be off. I want to make sure Carol gets a call as she is on vacation this week.
Carl was one of the people that I really hadn't expected to still be there when I came back to work last year, but I was really glad to see that he was. He was sans both legs above the knee when I returned, and he was by no means as sharp as he had been when I worked there previously, but he was still Carl. He was not without his moments of clarity and even managed to grab my ass one day when I was wearing the insidious hoochie-momma low-rise jeans. LOL That was Carl.
I am off to bed. I'll have some thoughts on some relevant things with the next entry. That's the plan, anyway.
Picked the guy up at the airport last night, and we got to sleep not long after midnight. I headed for home before 6am and phoned to wake him for work at 8am.
So, I wonder what new rumors and or variations he is hearing today? I don't really care. It doesn't bother me, but he is upset by it all. At Christmas, I asked Chris if she remembered him from when she worked there. She didn't. As she commented when I told her I was dating one of the staff, "Oh, I know the grapevine just loves that, fucking Peyton Place."
Last night, I told him that I want a divorce. As this quarter of school is looking as bad as the last, I feel justified. "Ah, you know how I am when I am in my books." I repeated that I wanted a divorce. He continued to ignore me.
I so hate AOL. Benazir Bhutto was assassinated yesterday; it was not on the scrolling front page clicks or even listed in a Top Stories link. However, the fact that Paris Hilton is being essentially disinherited by her grandfather giving 97% of his fortune to charity was right up there along with Mother Of The Year Britney Spears and her knocked-up teenage sister. Oh, and knocked-up Jessica Alba is now engaged to her baby daddy. And, Mischa Barton's mug shot from a DUI arrest made the front page. I have not clicked over to Yahoo yet, but I'm not holding much hope for content of a much higher caliber.
Being me, I had to pop on over to Yahoo and take a peak. I will give them credit, they had valid content on their front page. **NOTE TO SELF : Change home-page on Mike and Amanda's laptop.**
The guy and I were just settling in to sleep last night. After I had asked for my divorce and we were talking about my boss wanting to use some of his pharmacology books this quarter. My phone rang. It was Brian. I answered the phone with, "Were your ears burning?" No. He had called to tell me that one of our patients had just died within the last hour. I told Hindolo that Carl had died. "When?" "Just a little bit ago. Brian was calling to let me know. That's just something the nurses do." I'm just calling Jane now to make sure that someone has phoned Carol. Someone forgot to phone me once, and it was a great shock to come back to work a few days later, be in the middle of report and ask about someone to be told that they had died earlier in the week. So, Carol was always the person who would make sure I got a call if I happened to be off. I want to make sure Carol gets a call as she is on vacation this week.
Carl was one of the people that I really hadn't expected to still be there when I came back to work last year, but I was really glad to see that he was. He was sans both legs above the knee when I returned, and he was by no means as sharp as he had been when I worked there previously, but he was still Carl. He was not without his moments of clarity and even managed to grab my ass one day when I was wearing the insidious hoochie-momma low-rise jeans. LOL That was Carl.
I am off to bed. I'll have some thoughts on some relevant things with the next entry. That's the plan, anyway.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
The Official 2007 Christmas Letter
TO: Friends, Family, Extraterrestrial Intelligent Entities, Charismatic Evangelicals, Devotees of Anime, Double-espresso Drinkers, Knitters for Political and Social Change
Salutations and such -
As I am sitting here with the non-Maoist Cultural Revolution Gang of Five and taking a break from finishing the last three-and-a-half inches of the turtleneck on my Christmas sweater, I pause to reflect on events of questionable relevance from the last year.
2007 was the year of disarray. If it was possible to be messed up, it was. If it was possible for it to be broken, it happened. Procrastination was the order of the day. Money went faster than it came.
Social blogging networks were the new prevailing distraction this year. I finally got around to doing a bit of something with my MySpace and Multiply pages. I still post to del.icio.us on occasion. Stumble Upon just didn't do it for me. I have yet to peruse Digg. (I feel I need to leave something for the new year.) I think I'm also on Facebook and Tagged. I gave up my memberships for the Pogo game site and don't miss it at all after it having been an internet staple for nearly 6 years. I gave up a couple of internet forums and joined a few more. Other than a couple of friends, I have completely disassociated myself with all people and things relating to The Way International.
I reconnected with some old friends and acquired some new friends. There are still a couple of friends that I need to reconnect with. And, I really need to quit being such a lazy ass and find a couple of people from years gone by.
The last time we were all together as a family was at my dad's funeral. Today we will be all together with my mom's new boyfriend.
I have met my soul mate, and he makes me crazy to the very depths of my soul.
My daughters are my daughters. In some ways consistency is good; in other ways it serves merely to make me wish I lived further away.
The summary of all that is that isn't is complete.
Wishing you a cool yule & a great 2008!
Monday, June 11, 2007
Inspiration
"It's just a 'thing,' as useless as a view from your window." - Maria Oldring
Isn't that just a great quote?
I surfed Maria's gallery and site this morning. By the time I was done surfing and had decided to use that quote, I was able to get the quote up correctly, but not go back to the site and get her name. Received a nasty-gram from Yahoo GeoCities that this site was temporarily unavailable because its data transfer limit had been exceeded. grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
It's ok though, I hate Yahell more than they hate me! LOL I do not, however, hold the record for depth of loathing and disdain of Yahoo. I believe that record is held by my friend, Al, a Mac user. It would seem that Yahoo is a most seriously Mac un-friendly realm; perhaps the most unfriendly save for Microsoft itself.
Maria is a bead artist and teacher. She lives in Moscow. I'll have to put a permalink up to her site once I am able to access it again. (I popped over there via an external link, so I don't have the addy in my browser, and for some reason, when I try and access the addy from the browsing history, I get the root directory.) Have I mentioned that Yahell and I hate each other?
~This public service rant has ceased, and we now return you to our regularly scheduled drivel.~
(I have learned that this site will not allow me to use code symbols to designate segues. Oh well.)
Isn't that just a superb quote, though? What is the value of a view from a window? What is the value of the perspective with which we view external things and events?
Just some things to ponder.
Isn't that just a great quote?
I surfed Maria's gallery and site this morning. By the time I was done surfing and had decided to use that quote, I was able to get the quote up correctly, but not go back to the site and get her name. Received a nasty-gram from Yahoo GeoCities that this site was temporarily unavailable because its data transfer limit had been exceeded. grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
It's ok though, I hate Yahell more than they hate me! LOL I do not, however, hold the record for depth of loathing and disdain of Yahoo. I believe that record is held by my friend, Al, a Mac user. It would seem that Yahoo is a most seriously Mac un-friendly realm; perhaps the most unfriendly save for Microsoft itself.
Maria is a bead artist and teacher. She lives in Moscow. I'll have to put a permalink up to her site once I am able to access it again. (I popped over there via an external link, so I don't have the addy in my browser, and for some reason, when I try and access the addy from the browsing history, I get the root directory.) Have I mentioned that Yahell and I hate each other?
~This public service rant has ceased, and we now return you to our regularly scheduled drivel.~
(I have learned that this site will not allow me to use code symbols to designate segues. Oh well.)
Isn't that just a superb quote, though? What is the value of a view from a window? What is the value of the perspective with which we view external things and events?
Just some things to ponder.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
