Kiss my grits

It’s all rather ironic that I got Mrs. Kiss My Arse Bunny, because as Hugin will tell you I am the last person who would claim not to be affected by what other people think. I think the ‘I am mildly neurotic occasionally devilish’ bunny would have suited me best. [impish wink]
[Link nabbed from Geekgrrl!]

congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud!


which happy bunny are you?
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Laughing, for a longer life.

"We believe if we laugh heartily at least once or twice a day, we will live long."

Found the above quote in the following article. I believe it to be sound advice, especially in this day and age when fear, uncertainty and stress are daily companions. We need more laughter in our lives, we need to learn how to smile again and look at things in a light that is not tinged with anger or trepidation. Joviality, mirth and delight should be are daily companions. So continuing on that vein of thought, what are the things that make you laugh? What are the things the make you smile, pull at the corners of your mouth and leave you with that warm giggly feeling?

For me it’s the sound of children laughing, watching Hugin make funny faces at me, the sound of his voice, the girlish giggle of my best friend, the sun dancing amongst the shadows and the smile of a stranger as we cross paths.

The news article:
If you think politicians have become a dull lot, then head on to the Indian state of Meghalaya where candidates in Wednesday's elections there include Frankenstein… - BBC

This Month is officially Closed.

I am declaring this month over as of midnight. Personally I don't think I can take hearing any more bad news, my heart is beyond broken and I just can't cry another tear. This has been the longest month of February I have known, there have just been far too many people who were affected by anxiety, grief and sorrow.

Here’s hoping that the next month will be a joyful cheery month, filled with all things wonderful. Tomorrow is a free day! Everyone gets to take the day off, and stuff themselves silly by eating cake and ice cream!

*If you are unsure what to do with your month of February calendar page, go see Robyn!

Over The Hill

Happy 30th Birthday Steve!
Wishing you all the very best for the next year and the many years to come!
May all your wishes and dreams be granted. May the next 30 years be as wonderful!

That over the hill feeling only last a couple of days. Trust me. [teasing smile]

memoriam:

Woke up this morning, to the sad news that Fred Rogers had passed away this morning after a brief battle with cancer. I remember watching him as a child. His show was one of my favourites. Mr. Rogers you will be sorely missed. Thank you for your caring, for the knowledge and the adventures that you have given us.

Day one: Disjointed

Today is the first day of my six-day weekend. I am not at all sure what I should be doing with this ‘time off’. Sleeping in sounds good, though this morning I woke up at the ‘usual’ time. Why? Well, it’s the laundry you see. It was the laundry’s fault. We have no clothes left to wear, and I am not going to prance about in the cold sporting only me socks! So in went two loads at the crack of morning. Birds are really quite annoying at that time. They have this need to chirp. It’s really quite irritating if you haven’t had coffee and yer ‘ead feels like it is stuffed with cotton. Not sure what I should do with the rest of the day. I have as per my usual, glutton for punishment self, brought work home with me. Maybe I’ll get some of that done later on this morning, after another cup of coffee. Maybe I should also think about mopping the floor and dusting the shelves. Maybe I’ll just pass the day staring at this screen. Maybe…

Barmy

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In short:

Waiting for the coffee to brew. Trying to cram deadlines into the now shortened workweek. Gnawing on fingernails. Am fast becoming a mild nervous wreck. And, brain not functioning past the words, ‘Workgroup Data Management software from [insert company name here], used in an effort to facilitate and promote collaboration between design teams…’ [snickering at self] My, aren’t we just a tad wordy.

Follow the bouncing ball, ‘real’ content may be found within. [or not]

A German priest has developed a novel way to brew beer -- in a washing machine. - Reuters

As his community service, Judge Walker ordered Gementera to spend 100 hours in front of a United States Postal Service office in San Francisco wearing a sandwich board bearing the words: "I have stolen mail. This is my punishment," the U.S. Attorney for Northern California said in a statement. - Reuters

They may be wet, even a bit briny, and it might be hard to find a matching pair, but you won't find Nike Inc. shoes cheaper anywhere. - Reuters

getting me through it.

The promise of heat from a long fragrant salt bath, the comfort of a cat purring on my lap, the warm tender embrace of the man I love; precious moments that calm my fears and ease my worries.

The Results are in!

A big, huge, honking congratulations goes out to; Dawn, Rannie, the Mirror Project, Jeff Phillips, Textism, Hunkabutta, Elvis the Fish, Redscreen, Harrumph, and Quarlo on their Photobloggies awards.

All very much deserved, all amazing sites, as are all the sites that were nominated this year. Go check ‘em out!

Monday, Fneh!

Skin drawn tight over bones, my shoulders tense and settle near my earlobes. I curl up into a chair as my body vibrates, a thousand nerve endings cry out in unison. The need to scream dwells deep in my belly. Fatigue infuses my spirit. I am not sure if it the cold or the anxiety of potentially being out of work, the worry of the unknown that has caused my body to react this way.

Truthfully, it is most likely the latter. I am so worried about what is going to happen with work, I fear the inability to pay my bills, to fall behind on paying back my student loans and the consequences of that. I am also vexed at the sales people in our office. I am down right pissed that they didn’t plan for this, that we were told one thing at the beginning of the month only to have the opposite happen. I want to scream, rant and rave at them. Call them buffoons to their faces; tell them that they should be the ones to take the fall for this, that they should be the ones paying for their error, their lack of planning. But, I can’t, I don’t. Instead, I walk into the office each day allocated to me, and I smile, a mask to hide my anxiety. I do my work and then some hoping that any extra effort on my part will ensure that soon, we will all be back to full time employment. Goddamnitall! I need a stiff drink, and a punching bag to vent my frustrations.

[Link lovingly nabbed from Susan. ]

Musical Mushrooms

Mozart will be turning in his grave this week when a Viennese orchestra descends on London to make a meal out of playing the carrot. The First Vienna Vegetable Orchestra says it will cook up a storm with its carrot flutes, leek violins, celery bongos and aubergine cymbals. - Reuters

So how does on play a vegetable, exactly? I mean do you play them like a drum, tapping out a beat on their skins? Or can you whittle them through and play them like a flute? Maybe you string them up, harp like, and use a carrot as your bow? I really am curious to see how one goes about playing a legume.

Muzzy

Floating in fluffy clouds, disjointed. Fingers dance on a keyboard, grasping for words that sit at the edge of my mind. I have never been very good at staying in for a whole day of lounging around. As much as I love the pyjama pants, the movies, the reading of books, the snuggling and the general comfy feeling of being at home on a winter’s day, I reach a point of headachy grumpballness. The need to stretch and prance about gulping lungfuls of fresh air outweighs my desire to stay curled up cat like amongst the covers. I find myself yearning to be outside amongst the snow. Dancing face upturned, as the snowflakes glide gently down catching themselves in my hair, my eyelashes, flitting about on the tip of my nose, placing soft icy kisses on my lips. The yen grows, and I find myself shedding homey accoutrements, pulling on warm clothes, digging out my woollen mittens, coat and hat. Soon I’ll glide down the stairs, the door will only be a step away, soon I will dance with the ice fairies.

There goes my bid for world dominance.

Playing with code while watching silly movies, lazing about in pyjama pants, drinking copious amounts of coffee and munching on toast slathered with Nutella. Not much a happening, I guess we shall see what the rest of the day brings, so for now:

How evil are you?

That is just plain embarrassing. I thought I’d at least score some evil. How am I supposed to conquer the world if I am good? Huh? I ask you, how?!?[sigh]

Hugin teasing me and saying that I am living in a dream world! Humph! [pout]

Update: He now claims I am as evil as a small pussycat. [wry smile] I believe it is time to pounce!

BOOMSTICK

I want my boomstick!

Ever since I got the version from Columbia House that doesn't have any commentary, I have been dejected about it. The best thing about the Evil Dead II dvd, was the commentary. A couple of old friends who made a movie and now get to talk about it. It's just a lot of fun.

So, at some point soon, it will have to be BOOMSTICK time.

Hail to the king baby.

Upgrading.

Well that went without a hitch till I did something silly! I ran mt-upgrade26 and then somehow freaked out thinking that I had run the wrong upgrade. I then tried running upgrade25 which of course creates an error! Rereading the instructions I realized that initially I did indeed run the script. I also realiaze that I am a silly git. So I freak out again and try rerunning upgrade26, which of course gives me another error. This post is essentially a test to see if I have screwed everything up, or if MT is forgiving enough and will account for my doof like behaviour.

Must remember to drink more coffee before attempting this again.

Well it seems that the only problem is that I am timing out on my pings. I am not sure if this is due to me futzing everything up, or just a normal time out. Anyone got suggestion?

hour lost to coffee

One minute it was an hour ago, curled up on a chair I take my first sip of coffee; savour it and the next minute I find myself looking at the clock realizing that it has jumped ahead. An hour gone in instant, damn but that must have been a fine cup of Joe.

My thoughts are scattered today, so please bear with me ‘cause I don’t see there being any continuity in this post. Trying to sort the day out into slots of time, there are things I want to accomplish and yet I rebel, I want to throw off this mantel of responsibility and maturity. I want to sit on a swing under the summer sun, bare feat playing in the sand. I want to sit here, a pouting child, playing games not giving any of my worries a second thought. And yet there is a part of me screaming for structure, for discipline and schedules. There is a need for orderly creation, for a sense of accomplishing something within an allotted space of time. If only I could snap my fingers and have everything fall into place.

So things to do include; upgrading MT, cleaning, coding, editing and because I am such a glutton some work that I took home with me. No, I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. Not only do my hours get cut, here I am at home contemplating working à la bénévolat.

Maybe I’ll start with cleaning, first though I think I’ll indulge in another cup of coffee with ice-cream!

E-Books

E-Books are an interesting idea.

However, they do have one problem. It is not relaxing to curl up with your computer on the couch.

So of course having a large number of books in rtf or pdf means not really reading them except in front of the computer. It's ok, but not as flexible, enjoyable, fun as having the ability to carry the book around etc.

Which brings me to looking for a PDA that is good enough to read a lot on and cheap enough to afford.

Which brings me to E-Bay.

Which brings me to this site, which is a good idea.

coffee and cream

Is it wrong to be drinking coffee with ice cream in it this early in the morning? What? Honestly there was no cream in the house and I thought; ‘Hey, ice cream! Ice cream has cream, milk, and sugar in it! I’ve used it before, might as well use it again.’

Reading Reuters yesterday I stumbled on the following;

"Is it bad to be a dictator? I have seen the United States become very friendly toward some dictators." - Fidel Castro [in a new documentary from director Oliver Stone. ]

"It hasn't much changed. What has changed is that back then, we had the draft. Today, it goes by a different name. Terrorism makes us all soldiers." - Jerry Springer [tabloid TV host , speaking at an Ohio university about the difference between war and politics now and during the late 1960s.]

I have no others response to these comments other then the word, Ouch!

cowards

I have come to the conclusion that my fears are big sissy arsed cowards. Why you may ask, well because they won't show themselves during the day. No, they wait for the wee hours of the night when all is quite and dark, when you are curled up in a ball snuggled under blankets snoring softly and then they pounce. They approach, a gang of pubescent teens, chains dancing in their hands, taunts playing loudly on their lips. Their voices caress your soul whispering fears, at first slowly, deliberately and then faster until you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of dread. You toss and turn on the verge of wakefulness living every possible worse case scenario until your body overwrought with tension can’t take it anymore and you find yourself sitting bolt upright in bed, sleep a lover left behind. They are cowards my fears, taunting my like they do in the wee hours of the morn. I dare them to deride me during the day I’ll show them who is who.

For Zander

The following is one of my favourite songs, and something you said about dancing brought it back to mind. Zander I hope you dance for many more years to come.

Sending you all the good karma we can muster. For you...

I hope you dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
god forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
- Lee Ann Womack.

Poof

Have I mentioned that I have lost my mind? It’s true, it went poof the other day and I haven’t been able to find it since. I think it may have packed its bags and headed south. The wench is probably sitting at some tropical bar by the ocean, slamming back girlie cocktails while I’m stuck here amidst the snow and ice.
If you happen to find it would you be so kind and return it. thank you.

I'm Good

Yes, after what is probably a good 15 years, I have been to see the dentist.

And it was good.

That is to say I have some small cavities (3) and one tooth that needs to be removed. But that should have been removed back 15 years ago, so that isn't so bad.

So far so good.
Although now I have a bit of a sore throat on one side.

Ah well, off to eat a butter tart ;)

wishing upon a star

I have always loved astronomy and as a child one of my dreams was to become an Astronaut. To explore new worlds, walk on surfaces where no woman/man has set foot before. That dream went the way of a new pair of glasses at the age of seventeen and the knowledge that because of poor eyesight I would never be able to fly fighter jets let alone pilot the shuttle. So whenever I hear about advances in space or the sighting of some new star, or planet or blackhole a little part of me is giddy once again, and the dream that once was rekindles itself, warming my soul with the promise of new possibilities. This new star was discovered, I am assuming sometimes last week.
It is a faint red star, a so-called red dwarf, and is only 7.5 light years away.- BBC

Other then that still feeling somewhat down in the mouth, hoping that things will look up soon, for everyone. Praying that the month of March will be a joyful cheery month, filled with the promise of new discovery and all things wonderful. Better make that ‘the rest of the year’. [pensive look] I wonder if wishing upon the new star will make all the blechiness go away.

well that just sucks

Some meetings just aren't any fun at all. We, the consultants that is, have just been told that we are all getting temporarily laid off and will only be working on a part time basis at 20 hours a week. So here I am a mild wreck wondering what exactly that will mean, wondering how it is going to affect the of paying bills, unemployment insurance, how long this is going to last and a whole slew of other things that my brain just doesn’t want to deal with at this moment. I don’t know if I should begin the long process of finding another job, or if I should just hang tight for a couple of months and see how it all pans out.

I really love this job, even with all the complaining I have done lately. I may not always enjoy butting heads, but I do love the consulting part of this job. I love the fact that we get to see different industries, that we get to work in different companies, even if I miss the people terribly when we do leave. But most of all I like the people that I work with and would hate to leave the comfy niche of them.

Trying to look at the bright side of the coin; at least I’ll get to sleep in on some mornings. This will also give me time to properly set up the Photoblog and play with CCS and other fun stuff.

Yup, the next couple of months are going to be just a wee bit challenging.
[long deep sigh]
Oh well, C'est la vie...

Going to war.

There’s a lot of discussion going on about the immanent war with Iraq. As with all things there are those who support the idea of the United States going to War with Iraq, and there are those who oppose it, preferring a diplomatic, more peaceful solution to the issue. I have heard a lot of rhetoric supporting both views in the past few weeks. I have heard people quoting the propaganda, but what I am most interested in hearing are people’s personal views on the matter, without the rhetoric.

So my question to you is, why? Why should the States go to war? Why should they not go to war? What do you feel would be a just cause to support the war on Iraq? What would you propose, other then war, as a means to end the crisis?

*The fine print: This is not a political forum, nor is a place for you to convince others that they are wrong. This is just a place where you can state/discuss your view, and share your insights on the matter, nothing more nothing less. Any slurs or name-calling found within the comments will be immediately deleted, and I will ban the IP of any who insults, slanders, defames, or abuses other commentators. So play nice.

Smattering of news.

Still stuck in the midst of deadlines, so I give you a smattering of stuff. Actual content will hopefully resume within a fortnight.

"The human face is the most natural paradigm for human-computer interactions. This is how we will interact with the computers of tomorrow." -BBC

Motorists travelling into central London on Monday morning faced a £5 daily charge - BBC
I am not exactly sure how I feel about this.

The end of a nation.
The Yugoslav parliament has voted itself out of existence, dissolving the Yugoslav federation after nearly 74 years. - BBC

Should we be told if a monster rock is heading our way? - BBC

Google buys Blogger
I wonder what that means for all of us that still hold blogger accounts. I also find it od that nothing has been mentioned on the Blogger site. Weird. [Link via Christine. ]

Winter’s night poésie

The Fae sits curled up upon my shoulder,
wings drawn tight about a slender frame
offering protection from the chill.
Winters breath escapes her lips,
soft puffs of steam caught up in the icy wind.
Fingers like fine bone china, blue tipped from the cold,
dance on a lyre,
soft music calling in the gale.
Sky dark, blackened ink, fades behind the grey.
Large feathery snowflakes glide gently down
waltzing about the wind,
frosting all they touch.
Falling faster they meet the ground
diamonds upon the pavement.

My funny valentine.

Happy Friday!
& Happy Valentine’s Day!
Single or Doubled,
I hope y’all have a fun
loving day.

Warning silly poem ahead, proceed at own risk!

Beloved:
In your arms
My heart takes flight
Soars in rapture
above deep blue seas
And in the night
It dances on moonbeams
Caught up in the music
of your love.

Will you be my funny valentine?

*feel free to copy button and pass it along.

the little things

Long dreary day of cold snow, frigid weather and a training manual that just doesn’t seem to want to get written. The highlight of my day came as I trudged up the stairs to find these waiting for me; they were given with a prompt reminder, that they are not Valentine’s Day flowers. [warm smile] Thank you my heart they are wonderful!

Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to pour myself a large mug of hot cocoa and baileys, drag the man I love over to the couch, snuggle with him, watch a bit of CSI and fall asleep all snug and warm in his arms.

Thought de Jour

If they made pen ink caffeinated...

Then writing important notes on your hand would invigorate you and make you more likely to remember the note.

For those trying to quit smoking, perhaps nicotine ink; although that might have dire results as crazed sufferers try to cover their entire surface area in pen...

So many possibilities to make the pen more than it is. And as we all know, it is already mightier than the sword.

Deconstructing Munin.

Some people have dubbed me to be a social butterfly while others say that I am a hermit at heart. Personally, I think that I am too shy for my own good. I tend to hide away from people, because I am too scared to deal with them, too afraid of getting hurt. Which is odd because I enjoy meeting new people and enjoy being in social settings just as long as I am not the center of attention. In short I am a recluse who has a webpage, go figure.

Cold

I've come to the conclusion that I don't like winter.

Don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed walking on a frozen lake. The occasional snowball fight has been good. Playing tackle football has greatly benefited from soft snowy cushioning.

And of course, being in front of a fireplace.

However, being so cold that your eyelashes freeze just doesn't add to these enjoyments.

But the thing I don't like, aside from the cold, is what the cold does. Not physically, but mentally.

I stand outside on a warm day and my senses expand, I reach out with them all to experience everything. And I can just stay like that, experiencing. Being a part of the whole amazing world.

On a cold day, my total reaction is drawing myself inwards, senses burrowing inside themselves. Trying to avoid everything.

There is no comparing the two. One is the way things should be, the other is the antithesis.

screaming softly, seething loudly

Subtitled: Oh drat these computers; they're so naughty and so complex, I could pinch them - Marvin the Martian

The day has been wasted on the installation and uninstallation of required software. The programmers, being the over worked people that I know they are, have left the coding of the uninstillation portion to what my colleague and I can only assume was a newbie. Not only does the uninstall not remove all the components of the software but it decidedly leaves the oracle database running unchecked in the background. There is no indication that the database is still plugging away, there are no notifications to alert you to that fact that the database should be uninstalled by hand. i.e: click on folder, right click, select delete. No it just plods along its merry way taking up precious memory. The only time you realize that something is amiss is when you try re-installing the software and land up with a wackload of error messages, none of which are at all helpful in discerning what the F*ck is going on! I am now going to scream very loudly! Fneh!

That sniffly itchy so you can’t rest feeling.

It's -30oC out there, with the windchill, and my nose and eyes are in the throws of a full allergy episode! Gah, must stop them from itching! I thought this was only supposed to happen during spring and autumn. WTFudge? Oh, and is it ever ‘effing cold’ out there! What happened to the beginning of spring and all that nonsense? Ok, I know spring is not suppose to happen for another month or so, but it was finally getting warmer. When I find out who turned off the bloody heat, I am going to tweak their … [please insert desired body part here]

we must, we must increase our bust

I don't know why but this article brings to mind the scene from Grease, the one in which Marty is standing in front of the mirror doing her chest exercises. I remember being a kid and wondering if that is what it took to be frontally well endowed. Musing if that is how my mom got her Dolly Parton status and speculating if when I'd grow up, I would find myself standing on front of a mirror, working out, arms held up in the air squeezing chest muscles while chanting. 'We must, we must, we must increase our bust.'

Then puberty hit and I became a timid mousy person who was quite content to be as flat as possible so she could better hide behind large baggy sweaters.[wry smile] I wonder if these boobie exercises would do me any good now?

I should state, for the record, that I agree with the idea. I much rather see women exercising their way to healthier, fitter, more endowed bodies [if that is what they wish] then go the painful route of surgery.

'Pizza Man Delivers the Goods '

Thai man held his wife in his arms for 10 hours, 49 minutes and 15 seconds over the weekend - Reuters.

There are only three thoughts that come to mind:
- Dang that is darned impressive!
- How exactly was he holding her? Did they take any breaks?
- Love, got any special plans this weekend? I got me this little challenge in mind…

Paying the piper

A rather neat idea to make sure that the musicians and song writers get some compensation for their work, now if only they could cut out the middle man. I honestly do not have much sympathy for the major music companies out there. Yes I understand that they claim to lose a substantial amount of money due to online music piracy, but I personally feel that they over charge for the music they do produce, and believe that not much of the money gets kicked back to the artist or the song writers. In short I’d be much happier paying the artist for their music then some over compensated manager, record company or VP.

Cat napping

You know things are progressing at a painfully slow pace when the highlight of your day is falling asleep at your desk for 15 minutes. I can't believe I just did that. I think I need some more caffiene.

Side thought: Gah, I hope no one noticed...

Photobloggies:

The nominations have been compiled and the finalists are up at Photobloggies! Go vote for your favourite photoblogger!

[A big thank you to Photojunkie for the reminder]

Monday all ready?

Some fiendish imp has yanked the weekend from under my feet, leaving me lying flat on my back, winded and bewildered. Where the heck did the weekend go? I could have sworn that yesteday was indeed Saturday. This morning sees me back to the grind of daily deadlines and it seems that there just isn’t enough coffee in this office to get me through the day. The wretched scamp has also hidden the cream and sugar, a much needed commodity if I am ever going get this week started.

The queen of cheesy music.

I am the queen of cheesy music. Honestly I am. Hugin, however, is disputing my claim to cheesy fame stating that one can only assert complete cheesiness if one has some good p0rn musak in their collection. Somehow I disagree, but one must do what one can in order to maintain their ultimate cheesiness. Anyone have any suggestions?

for this I shall be going to hades.

Walking downtown the other day with Hugin, we came upon a man spreading the word of Jesus. He approached us and said, 'Would you like to speak to Jesus? Let Jesus enter your life and save your soul...'

We politely declined and moved along our way. The little imp nattering off in my mind however, would have been quite content to respond with the following.

Sir, I am afraid you have come to late; my soul you see is a tarnished thing, blackened and streaked with grime. Its day of saving has long since passed. If perchance you would have the devil at hand, I would be happy to partake in a discussion with him. Barring that I would be more then happy to talk to Moses.

Yes, I am a bad, bad person who will one day be probably banished to hell for thinking such thoughts. Luckily I don't believe in the place, ain't no Hades here, just purgatory.

time

Went out for coffee with my mom today and as we approached the café we noticed a group of people standing around an old women who had just been hit by a car. She was conscious and breathing. Seemed to be alert, though she was bleeding. I used to work as a lifeguard when I was younger, and I use to keep all my certifications up to date, but in the past few years have let them slide. I was standing there with the rest of the people wondering what to do, trying to remember how to treat for shock, racking my mind for the things I should be checking for and cursing myself for having left my gloves and small first aid kit that I usually carry with me at home. Luckily a women arrived a few moments later, she was a doctor. The first thing she did was check for a pulse and began monitoring the women’s vital signs. I had completely forgotten to do that. I am so thankful that the doctor showed up, and I praying that the elderly lady is going be ok and has only suffered some mild bumps and bruises.

However, I think it is time for me to go back to ‘school’ and get my certifications, so this spring I am planning on taking one of these courses, or at least getting my CPR and First Aid updated.

I forgot to mention: The driver did not flee the scene. He called the police and stayed to make sure that the women was going to be ok.

three little words

Thank God it's the Weekend.
[oops make that five]

Heading home. Going to kick of my shoes, pull out the sofa bed and get into something comfortable. No phones. No deadlines. No silly word Documents. Just me, a movie, a tub of ice-cream, some chocolate sauce and Hugin!

What are your plans for the weekend?

Movies/Trailers/etc

I was surfing around and popped onto the Apple Trailers site. I wanted to look at the Daredevil stuff. And then looked at a few more.

I saw the title Bruce Almighty and took a look. Could be very fun, or could be a total dud. I am sort of ambivalent about Jim Carrey. I didn't watch most of his stuff as I found it too blatent, too peurile. However, I really thought the Truman Show was a wonderful movie. So, I'm sort of interested in this movie, but warily so.

For Munin's sake, here's something else he has lined up.

Other than that; waiting for My Big Fat Greek Wedding to come out on DVD. Wondering what to do for Valentine's dinner, go out or stay in, go out where, etc. Not that I am a big fan of Valentine's Day, but I am a big fan of Munin.

Well... need coffee. And some water to compensate for dehydrating properties of coffee. Then some food and maybe a little bit of advil.

Cheers.

zonkered

I like some toothpicks to prop me eyes open and a whack load of coffee please. Oh and would someone be so kind as to make all the deadlines disappear. Just for this week. Please?

Where's the KABOOM?

There was supposed to be an earth shattering Kaboom! - Marvin

I'm sorry but Munin can't come to the blog right now, she is stuck under a mountain of detail drawings. Please direct all jabs, musings, inquiries and comments to Hugin.
Thank you very much,
The Management.

Update: Home now. More insanity tomorrow. Excuse me, but there is a lovely pillow and soft comfy blankie calling me name. Zonk!

Smorgasbord

Deadlines are sneaking up way too quickly.
This entry is completely void of actual content.*

Referring to a notorious incident in Berlin last year, he insisted there was nothing wrong with dangling his baby son over a hotel balcony, saying he had enjoyed it. - BBC

That man is beyond deranged. There are so many things that are wrong with dangling a child over a balcony. I am not even going to ask how he feels justified in defending that action.

The use of foreign words where suitable Russian ones exist has been forbidden under a new law passed by the Russian parliament - BBC

Why does the image of the following sign pop into mind?
Welcome to Russia, please note that these are no longer appropriate words and are now considered illegal. Please leave your foreign dictionaries at the door.

How long does a song actually last?
...They settled on 639 years because the Halberstadt organ was 639 years old in the year 2000. -BBC

They could give you a whole rack of gold -Reuters

Men who don't shave every day enjoy less sex and are 70 percent more likely to suffer a stroke than daily shavers, a new study shows. - Reuters
How exactly are these related? Anyone got any theories?

Some people are just a little lost:
"It's not my business to inject myself into human wars."
-- PETA President INGRID NEWKIRK, telling The Washington Post why she asked Palestinian leader YASSER ARAFAT to ensure no more donkeys were used in attacks against Israelis, but would not ask him to intervene for people.

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Sloth like

Body is taut and my bones are beginning to feel the affects of long hours spent in sloth like posture, popping and snapping at whim, protesting any erratic movement. I need to stretch and move about; get the blood rushing and the adrenalin pumping. Sadly, this is something I cannot readily do while sitting in an office. I need a new exercise regime, something that will whip me back into shape, something that will force life back into a body that has gotten too use to sitting about, imitating some plump moss encrusted vegetable. The problem is I just don't like going to a gym. The thought of long hours spent walking on a treadmill or lifting weights in some sterile environment makes me want to scurry and hide. I should get back into climbing and maybe take up swimming again. I just don’t seem to have the oomph needed to do those things anymore. Any one got any suggestions as to what I could do; to whip an old decrepit body back into its long remembered supple grace.

By golly there's a Birthday today!

Happy Birthday Amber! Wishing you a fabulously fantastic and happy birthday! Hope you have a stupendous day, filled with much love, giggles and happiness. May all your heats desires be granted. Many, many happy returns!

What y’all waiting for? Go give her some love!

small and vicious?

Munin: weasels are small, and cute but can be quite vicious.
Hugin: you’re small, adorable and occasionally vicious.

Somehow in the midst of a discussion on small furry cuddly if mildly vicious animals, I got myself compared to a weasel.

Why yes!

You do pay me the big bucks to reorganize your file structure.
If I have to rename one more file today or compare another set of documents to see what exactly has been changed, I think I shall burst into tiny little particles.

Forgot Phone Number

Well, because sometimes the easiest and surest way to reach Munin is by putting something here ;)

CTRL+H

munin:
*warm laugh* Thank you beloved! *mwah*

Hmm, seems that UltraEdit just doesn't like word documents. The formatting goes all decoct and most of the text is missing. [mild grr] Must find a quick way to compare documents.

I kiss you! I squish you! I.... *impish smile*
[will call you in a bit.]

I'll have a half double caffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon

no whip, to go please. [LA Story]
subtitled: one of those days

Daybreak saw me standing in only me knickers and socks cleaning out our aquarium. Why you ask? Well the fish were looking a little pallid and non-too happy and I really didn’t want to chance losing them all, so there I was mostly nekkid, standing on tiptoes vacuuming out the aquarium. A rather challenging task when one is somewhat undressed, if I do say so myself. This was closely followed by me, half dressed now, chasing our adorable if mildly deranged cat about our flat. She had taken into mind that dragging her butt along our hardware floors would help to dislodge some unmentionables that had gotten stuck to her fur. With Hugin’s help and a little bit of hissing and snapping, we finally corned her and managed to relieve her of her discomfort. So there I was all ready to go, boots, coat and hat. Walk out door, make it down stairs, half way down block and realize that the street sign is just a wee bit fuzzy. Great! No spectacles! Trudge back home remove sodden boots, find glasses and start out again. You figured that enough had happened by now to allow the rest of the day to go smoothly. Well it almost did, minus that fact that I completely missed my bus stop by at least a mile. [wry smile]

If you need me, I will be glued to this here chair, tossing back coffees and hiding out from the rest of the day.

Good!

Well, I'm happy about this.

I don't know about censorship.
I can understand it from the perspective of `protection.' It's a powerful force, the urge to protect. But it isn't always a good one.
Complete safety, would be complete deprivation.

And as many of us know, we can only protect so much. There comes a point when the only way someone will know that a stove can be hot, is to be burned. Apply aloe and as little `I told you so' possible, immediately after.

But it also seems that there are elements of society that believe in blame rather than responsibility. They understand finger pointing rather than free will.
You see it time and again, some more valid than others. It has been seen in video game violence, tv violence, pornography, smoking, bad diets, role playing games and more.

[As a side note, I have always found interesting the old world and new world differences when it comes to sex and violence. Here, violence is ok, over there sex is more acceptable.]

It's a little early and I'm not sure what I want to say.

I think we are reasoning beings. We can be swayed into making the wrong choices; mostly in cases where we do not know. But that just proves the need for being educated, not isolated.

People who smoke know it isn't good for them, they know it is addictive. But they continue to do so. Classic case of putting a hand on the stove. You can't stop them from doing it. If cigarettes were illegal, people would still smoke. They can't point the finger at tobacco companies anymore and say, we didn't know.

Perhaps I am looking for a one-liner to sum things up.

Maybe it should be, know thy enemy.
And maybe the enemy you thought you knew, you didn't.
Understanding, real understanding would make the world a completely different place.

Be wary, addictive contents.

I am one of those people who occasionally [cough]frequently[cough] becomes totally addicted to games. First there was bejeweled, then there was texttwist followed closely by bookworm [still on of me favourites] and thanks to the lovely Geekgirl I am now sadly addicted to this.

to the point.

"You just walk up to somebody and say, 'What are you doing for sex tonight?'" -- actor Bruce Willis

I wonder how much trouble you can get yourself into with that particular line. Anyone else have any that they care to share? Pick up lines that is.

..but...

Same old argument between a superior and myself; He thinks that our training is fine I think that it can be better. He stands on the firm in his view that we are not a big company that cannot compete with larger companies who have specific departments that hire bus loads of people, all with technical writing expertise, dedicated to the sole purpose of mass producing technical and training manuals. I agree, but believe that though we may not have the mass of people, if we are going to be offer training we should provide our clients with a manual that is complete, that contains all the necessary information and that can be used as a reference manual once they have left our premises. Here in lies the difficulty. We have been at odds over this for the past few weeks and I am beginning to feel discouraged. I dislike coming into work every other day, armed to the teeth if you will, with all my reasons as to why we should be spending more time on the training manuals. Our daily disagreements on why learning by examples is a better method to train people on new software then lecturing for long hours on end are beginning to wear me down. Work is not as much fun as it use to be. I am going to have to find a way to bring that spark back soon, else I fear I may just lose it and become a drooling stressed out mess.

Aftermath.

Words just seen enough, and yet though the sadness felt is still fresh it’s time to slowly move on. I have been debating what to write; somehow our daily quips just don’t seem to cut it. I can’t bring myself to prattle on about the silly events of our lives; they seem hollow, inappropriate as if they mock what we have witnessed. And, yet I have always said that in the end I would wish people to remember my life and not what they have loss, to celebrate it in grand Old Dixie Style. So why I am finding this so difficult? Why am I reluctant to continue posting with our usual whimsy [when it does occur], and put down in words our daily ramblings, my thoughts and occasional flights of fancy?

In memory.

Ilan Ramon, Rick Husband, William McCool, Michael Anderson,
David Brown, Kalpana Chawla, Laurel Clark. - Crew of Mission STS-107.

Our deepest and sincerest condolences. Our hearts are broken for the loss of this courageous crew who dedicated their lives towards the advancement of science.

Shuttle lost.

This is just so sad. Words just don't seem enough. Our hopes and prayers go out to all the families, that they have survived.

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