Curious
Have you ever felt that junk mail is similar to email spam? Like if you open it, they know that someone received it on the other end?
I feel that way sometimes...afraid to open envelopes from certain fincial instuitions that I have had NO prior business with. And then I open it anyways, knowing full well that it is junk.
So many trees...
iTunes: Einstürzende Neubauten, Bili Rubin
Umm
USA PATRIOT Act (H.R. 3162): "SEC. 801. TERRORIST ATTACKS AND OTHER ACTS OF VIOLENCE AGAINST MASS TRANSPORTATION SYSTEMS.
Chapter 97 of title 18, United States Code, is amended by adding at the end the following:
`Sec. 1993. Terrorist attacks and other acts of violence against mass transportation systems
`(a) GENERAL PROHIBITIONS- Whoever willfully--
`(1) wrecks, derails, sets fire to, or disables a mass transportation vehicle or ferry; (emphasis mine)
(...)
shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than twenty years, or both, if such act is committed...
So does this mean that the TWU, having "disabled" the mass transit system, are terrorists? Should they be jailed for 20 years?
This is the type of language in the Patriot act that scares me.
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Oh and another thing,
SEC. 802. DEFINITION OF DOMESTIC TERRORISM
(5) the term `domestic terrorism' means activities that--
`(A) involve acts dangerous to human life that are a violation of the criminal laws of the United States or of any State;
`(B) appear to be intended--
`(i) to intimidate or coerce a civilian population; ...
Does lying about weapons of mass destruction count as "intimidating" a civilian population?
I've decided...
I don't like looking through CSS files. I can tweak here and there, but I have yet gained enough skill to start from scratch. Which is what I would like to do. But, I need to let my brain relax, before I start grinding it in another month. Lots of free blog templates, so I may continue perusing those and see if I can find anything that does and looks the way I want it to.
Another note, IF you are affected by the
TWU strike and feel that you are being tormented and put in a hard place, let me remind you that Unions are what set the bar for health insurance and 40 hour work weeks in the first place. If it weren't for the people who stood up for the common decent treatment of labor in the first place, YOU my friend would still be in the coal mines, praying the canary didn't die.
Knight of Pan may say it more eloquently than me.
**edited** to remove unlady like ranting.
Please, for the love of all human welfare, get out and strike at the beast that took it all away in the first place.
ARRROOOOO!
Wicked Wanderings is suffering from an idenity crisis, please be advised that there are changes under way and please feel free to comment on them.
I am not sure that I like this background, but for now it fits my mood. I find the text a little hard to read too. So I may work on that.
Thanks for your patience whilst I crawl away from the typical blogger templates.
Thank you google spam collector man!
RecipeSource: French Fry Spam CasseroleDoesn't that make you salivate, like just before you puke?
iTunes: Third Eye, TOOL
Days Like This
Once a month the moon is full and the air is still. This night, it's cold, and a frozen fog hangs over the city, daring you to inhale it's stagenant particles. All I want to do is sit curled up in a blanket, wedging myself into a comfy chair. There would be a cup of hot liquid within reach, preferably caffinated, but soothing. The tendancy is to veg, but I manage to balance the ibook on the blankets and my knees. Curled up in this little ball I journal the thoughts of a woman gone mad with rage at a nation whose will she cannot comprehend. Of a society so sickening, one wonders why it doesn't just give up and go home.
Instead I kneel on an automan in front of my girlfriends computer. Her pod soundly asleep in the next room. A cup of water is my companion and all I can hear is the whine of an old fan somewhere inside this Pentium Laptop and the neighbors TV blowing up over and over again. KGGHh! KGGGHH!! There's a satillite TV connection that I know holds some entertainment value, but my mind has enough to entertain it's self with and a whole lotta time before I return to my home. At least I can turn the TV to an Opera station, it's a bit bright, far from the eastern European sound I crave, but It shall suffice.
Maybe my mood was set when they guy who picked me up for work today had NPR blaring on the radio, listening to our illustrious El Presidente spew forth banal and carefully phrased noises. Maybe it has something to do with the position of the "moon", maybe it's because houses in portland have no insulation, so I've always got a chill about me. What ever the reason I find myself wishing I was anywhere that I am not. Some place warm perferably, stretching, tuning in to physical cycles, instead of head cycles.
I fear tomorrow, the hot poker up the jerxsy(?), or the knitting needle in the ear
(oh wait, that was last night, yay hot poker!!!), and the subsequent loathing of all I see.
(She's talking about Period Pains) Why can't I just be locked up once a month? Drug me, give me a field to run in, and a little closet in the middle to hide in when the field becomes to big. There is almost always a day or two during the month where I feel almost completely and utterly useless, where I only want to just lie there, or walk for hours and become completely self absorbed or un-absorbed with myself. A day of deep reflection and a day of total lacksy-daisyness. Two hours of needing, 22 hours of running away, escaping. Sometimes I wonder why am so blessed to have a guy who can let me be not so beautiful me.
I believe our culture needs to change it's views about menstration, instead of making me go to work and coming up with 101 products to pretend I don't turn into a bloody nightmare a few freakin days out of the month. Because I do turn into a bloody mess! I don't recognize the woman in the mirror, my clothes don't fit right, I can see straight, and I think you're all bloody wrong about everything. If I want to go to work, fine, but I shouldn't have to deal with people if I don't want to. I tend to think that the ancients had it right- send 'em all to a hut in the woods. Where all the women can gather once a month and bitch about whats wrong with the world. Talk about sex and swap recipes. Eat a lion and then come home a few days later refreshed and ready for another 23 days of living freely.
What happens to woman used to be considered sacred. Now it's seen as an inconvience, and you wonder why we lash out at the drop of pin sometimes? It's because we aren't allowed to be natural anymore, I'm supposed to have my head about me when it isn't. I sometimes revel in this slight insanity, taking advantage of the wierd energy that I have yet to define. Projects get done it seems. Things that I've put off. Sometimes. Othertimes it's just a one finger salute to the world, but maybe that's because I have no focus. But it matters not what I do with "my days". They are mine and mine alone. Same for any other woman out there. Or man for that matter. (I know you guys have a cycle too, but I'm not here to talk about equality, so shush already)
Imagine the jobs we could create, if every working woman could take a few days off every month from work or family, or both. Imagine how much saner we would be! And your hearth and place of employment would be so much more peaceful. We could create cheaper spas, where we can be pampered or left alone, even allowed to explore. We could build several hundreds of these across the nation housed by women and even men, whose sole pupose is to allow a woman to go through her natural cycle. Be treated like the goddesses they are.
Maybe we should just realize that all peoples are sometimes solitary creatures, that they have natural cycles that take them into the dark areas of the pysche. That we all deserve to be respected and worshipped, not treated as just automatons, here to produce and reproduce. We should be allowed to live.
Which brings me to another rant about what is happening in our agricultural endeavors as a nation...but that's for another night. I ranted enough about bloody nothing and any guy out there reading this, I'm sorry...maybe I should have warned you, maybe I should have explained things more, so that you can talk to your girl freely and figure out what she needs and wants and learn to be intuitive to those things, if you haven't already. If you have BRAVO!!! If not, start now!
In our insanity we are most creative. Whether it is apparently so, or just a means to an end. It is art. And art ain't always pretty.
There's no freakin Tilde key...grrr, I miss my mac :(
love love love love all your honey,
-isirk listening to some freakin opera that sucks
Yay rats!
Why this brain flies on rat cunning - Science - www.theage.com.auWoohoo!
but my question is...
What are the paltry little humans gonna do when there's nothing left to employee them?
I'm ohhh so sure that our compassionate government is going to provide food, clothing and housing, right?
I'm sorry, I'm still feeling a bit cynical.
Warning!
Before reading on- please note that what you are about to read, would be better suited to standing across the street from me...Maybe further for those of you who have witnessed my temper. The following rant contains very explicit material and is not suited for minors. If you don't want to read somebody's angry rant and see how rabid and incoherrent this squirrel can be,
then leave now.Thank you.
At midnight tonight, Washington state smoking ban takes effectI think it's time I move to Alaska...
They're closin in on me.
Every time I tell myself I should quit...I find this crap happening. And the little grunge clothed- boot stomp'n teen comes out and shouts...F*CK YOU and you're little f*cking socialist, land rob'n, maggot infested, little piggy cock suckin, pig f*ckin commrads! YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO F*CKING RIGHT TO DO THIS!
Why aren't businessness up in arms about this?? Why do smokers keep going to these places?? Where are the libertarians?? IF SMOKING IS BAD-THAN OUT-LAW CAMELS!!
F*CK YOU PEOPLE! You don't like smoking? Smoking bothers you? fine! Go to the non- smoking resturaunt. Open up a non-smoking bar! You cowardly bastards! I know why you don't. Becasue you won't make any money- unless everyone else was doing it, or in this case not doing it. You suck- you people can kiss my ass. I am going to do everything in my power to never spend a freakin dime in you're state again. You suck. I spit in your general direction.
I'm gonna go stomp something now...grrr I'm MAD!!!
Now this is how it should be done.
GO HERE NOW IF YOU ARE NOT EPILEPTICClick on the movie...Probably best to not play at work- depends on your work- oh and turn down the volume. Then turn it up to meet your hearing needs.
Question
What's the general acceptable timeline for replying to posts on pages such as this?
And don't you dare give answers starting with "Depends on", or some similar vague answer.
Because, I will curse you to only the 10th level of hell, in which you would be
Jake's minion for all eternity!
Right then...
So like...
I spent a good part of my evening talkin with friends, posting to another blog and waiting for the window to open up far enough for me to let some ideas leak out. Turns out that a good half hour was wasted replying to a friend, that I forgot to post, and then losing. 1 hour on chores. 2 - 3 hours were spent talking to folks back home...Half an hour in the shower...And now it's 10pm and I am getting sleepy.
I sometimes hate sleep. In order for me to be perky the following day, I prefer to have at least 8 hours of sleep. Otherwise I wake up dreading going to work in my little box.
Other times I love sleep...Dreaming, lying in bed with my beloved, feeling refreshed afterwards. But I digress, the symbols in my dreams last night where my own and I'll tackle them when I get some quiet time.
I did however have one realization this evening. And I don't even think it was that big of one, just something that made me stop all the gears for second. As most of you know, the whole reason for me to uproot myself and move to a warmer climate (albeit wetter), was to pay off the debt and go to school. As it turns out- so much crap happened along the way, that we were unable to pay off any of the debts...(O wait we paid off the iBook.)Anyway...Mission was not accomplished.
I just did the numbers and figured out that enough money shuffled around of things paid off, and things bought and sold, higher rent vs. Our mortage in Mpls, no truck payment and less income = same freakin boat we were in when we left. Same ratio.
goodness...
I guess I still could have gone to the U of M or Hamlin...Or somesuch, w/o up rooting everything. Not saying I regret my actions. Just thinking that maybe there were things in my head that needed to be busted up, in order for me to pursue my path. And that the path was to not change, so much as my perception of it. Does that make sense?
~Sri Syadasti
Goodbye, Moon
Stupid, freakin, socialist, fascists!Next they'll be wanting to re-write the scene in Alice in Wonderland where Alice meets the caterpillar. I know I wanted to start smoking hookas when I first saw a blue talking Manduca sexta(?) sitting on a mushroom...
On my wish list
Is the
erotic bible calendar. I'm searching out how to get my hands on one. If they aren't too expensive, maybe I'll buy 5! and send a couple off to the parents and such.
"Merry Christmas Mom and Dad! If you would have told me about the erotic parts when I was younger, maybe I wouldn't have gotten into that hedonistic cult you hate so much! Happy Holidays!"*ahem*
More later, when I'm not supposed to be working.
Buddha boy
Mick posted about the
Nepal Buddha boy, and I just had to share!
If you read down, you'll see that the meditation is to hopefully continue for 6 years.
Munkyboy, reminded me tonight of another significant bit of trivia that I had totally
(shush you!) not even thought about. Being December and all...6 years from now, we'll be looking at the end of the Mayan calendar.
Discuss.
