Hyperbolic and plebeian observations on life.

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"For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?" -Pride and Prejudice

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, people

I loudly guffawed watching this new Coldplay video , but I can't really tell you if it was in amazement, laughter or mind-melting horror. I don't have cable, so I was unaware of it until I saw it over on the Best Week Ever site.



At one point I literally thought the dude was going to twist the old lady's legs off the way you do a baked chicken. And then he was all swinging her around so fast I thought at any second she'd get flung into the bay for shark food, I mean, she's not bigger than a bit of chum anyway.

And how awesome is the late eighties, early nineties clothing and hair? LOVE IT. Ironically, of course. It's practically the definition of "so horrible it's awesome".

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Office Space

Yesterday I got a call regarding two applications I submitted earlier in the week. Both wanted me to interview this morning.

Forty-five minutes and seven miles apart.

I was so shocked to get called back, all I could say was "Um...ok, sure."

And I would have made it to the second one on time, instead of two minutes late if I hadn't gotten stuck behind a freaking cement truck. So, anyway both interviews went well, but were totally at different ends of the spectrum. One was working as a Teacher's Assistant within the Special Education Department at an elementary school, which actually sounded pretty fascinating, but understandably it would be very emotionally draining and challenging.

The other one was a job with a credit union. Basically the gig would be assisting people opening checking accounts, and whatever stuff is too involved for the tellers. The people were really nice, seemed very low key (as opposed to a bank). Then they told me I'd get my own office. MY OWN OFFICE.

I'm sorry, could I repeat that?

I'd get my own office. With a door, and a desk, and little chairs, and possibly a red Swingline. When I heard that I was like "Well, I'm certainly interested!" Both places told me the were going to consider all the applicants and get back to me early next week. Fine.

So afterwards I ran some errands. I went to the grocery store and was perusing the selection of Glade plugins, debating on the economical wisdom of spending four dollars on another one for the house in preparation for my mother's impending visit. And I got a phone call.

The credit union people thought about it and offered me the job, starting Monday. I accepted, and threw the Glade plugin in the cart. (Because the employed me can have all the air fresheners I want, also name brand laundry detergent. Sliced cheese? I'll get two packs!)

You know that thing that married people always tell to single people that drives them crazy? The thing about "Stop looking and they'll fall in your lap?" Well, apparently the premise works on jobs too, except it goes more like "Stop hoping and start filling out applications out of bitter spite while you blog about how no one will hire you. Then the phone will ring." I still haven't heard back from my dream job at the library. I called this morning to inquire after the status of my application and was told that if I hadn't heard back from anyone in a MONTH, then they've hired someone else. I kind of hate those people, but whatever.

The good news is that I have a job. No, it's not the job I dream about, where I help and inspire people to enrich their lives, but it's a paycheck until that day comes.

Thanks, I'll be in MY OFFICE. My own little fortress of authority, where I lord over the finances of other people, while counting piles of gold coins like a good little banker.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

No job for you!

Actually, I guess I could say I do kind of have a job. I'm a professional application completer. Currently it's just a volunteer gig, since the pay is..well...pretty nonexistant. But so far I've gotten no love from any of the places I've turned them back into. To state that I'm getting a bit depressed about the whole issue wouldn't be a complete falsehood. For the first few months I blamed it on the economy, and the glut of unemployed white-collahs out there, but junk's getting kinda ridiculous at this point. I mean, geez. And yes, I've broadened my "search". Yes, I totally want a library job, and I'll keep applying for them no matter what, but I'd like to make some cash in the meantime. I've applied for every admin assistant/clerk/receptionist/secretary within a fifteen mile radius.

Nothing.

Nada.

Bupkiss. (Is that how you spell that?)

Not only do I have a college degree, but I have several years of experience being an admin asistant/clerk/receptionist/secretary. I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong here. Or maybe it's not me. Maybe all the area businesses are run by snot-sucking neanderthals. Yeah, maybe that's it.

Anyway, so onto more interesting news: my father in law is planning a surprise 35th wedding anniversary vow-renewal/party Labor Day weekend, and my mother in law doesn't know (hence the surprise). I've been tasked with several things. One being to go out and buy three dresses to surprise the m-i-l with (then she can pick her fave and I'll take back the other two). That weekend we will also be celebrating two other wedding anniversaries and a birthday, so I have to make a banner. Why do I have to MAKE a banner? Because the freaking PARTY STORE didn't have a simple "Happy Anniversary" banner that didn't include "25th" or "50th". Ageist bastards.

I'm telling you, I'm just flower petals and powdered sugar today, huh?

Anyway, to balance out the bile, here's some funny sites friends brought to my attention today. They are collections of funny "motivational" posters. The first one is all Star Trek ones. This site pretty well cracked me up today, even though I've never played a RPG. Here's some funny examples.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

My tv guilty pleasure

While most reality tv makes my brain want to liquefy itself and dribble out of my ear, I do have a guilty pleasure this summer. I pretty much love me some So You Think You Can Dance. It kicks American Idol up and down the block. Seriously. Dooce has a much better write up of it than I could ever come up with.

I say it is physically impossible to watch this and not smile.



I've even got my husband watching it (don't tell him I told you). There have been quite a few memorable moments on the show, such as Heidi getting her butt played like bongos (hilarious), Travis and Heidi's Sunflower dance (sniff!), and Donyelle kicking Benji down to the ground and stalking after him (sofa king hot). My favorites are Heidi and Benji, but seeing them dance together makes me feel kinda dirty, because they're cousins in real life. They danced a mambo or a tango (some latin dance) a couple of weeks ago and it was just too sexy not to get a little squicked out. They're both so fun and sassy and incredible dancers, though. Tonight it's down to the final four, which they describe as part one of the finale, so check it out. It's not like there's anything better on.

Here's a great montage of the show set to Justin Timberlake's new "SexyBack" song, which I found pretty enjoyable.

Monday, August 07, 2006

There's a reason they are taboos

They say to avoid the two topics of Religion and Politics in polite company, so as to avoid any unpleasant awkwardness and heated arguments. This is a tradition I've had with my own mother since the year 2000. This unspoken agreement was created when I told her I voted for Gore (which I knew she wouldn't like, but she asked, so I told her). She responded to my statement by looking at me like I had just sliced open her abdomen, pulled out her intestines and draped them around myself like a feather boa. Then she said in this strangled tone said, "You voted for dead babies?!?!"

Yeah. That was about as much fun as it sounds.

This unspoken cease fire was occasionally breached tentatively by each other, most often by my mother who tried to make sweeping statements of condemnation or approval in an attempt to trick me into changing my mind such as, "Saddam Hussein was an evil man. He killed so many innocent people. Aren't you glad Bush got rid of him?"

I mean, really. There are so many things wrong with that statement, but the getting into them with her would get so ugly that the effort of it just boggled me. I would just respond with bland statements like "Nobody would argue that he was a good guy, Mom." And then I would change the subject.

Occasionally I would become temporarily insane and would attempt to convey to my mother the unscrupulousness and incestuous relationship between certain corporations (Halliburton, Carlyle Group) and the current administration. She, unsurprisingly chose to brush off the implications of these statements by countering with her assurances that the Cheney is a good man! He and his wife are Christians! Um....ok...?

Recently I stumbled across this article written by an evangelical minister, called "Wasn't Jesus a Liberal?". I thought it was a great article, written by someone my mother couldn't dismiss offhand, and contained some of the major themes of political philosophy that I took into account when forming my own political ideas. It has been my experience that many right-wing conservatives shout party-line statements, while not investigating the underlying tenets of each party. They let individual issues decide for them, instead of looking at big pictures.

I'm a big picture person when it comes to politics, and on both major platforms, economic and social, I'm liberal...actually I prefer to call myself progressive. I believe in the role of goverment as a safety net for the least fortunate. I don't think people are generous enough by nature to be able to adequately keep third-world conditions in the third-world. The Culture of Poverty is too persistent and pervasive. Not only do I think it should be a safety net, but I also believe it should be a ladder, providing people with the capability to climb back up. That is where we have seriously dropped the ball as a country. We all know the adage, "Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime."

But I digress.

So I printed out the article and sent it to my mom, with a note saying something like "I'm not trying to open an ugly can of worms with you, I just thought it would help you understand me better, and know that there are all kinds of opinions and many are worth listening to." Something like that.

Hoooo boy. She responded. In some ways better than I'd hoped, because her tone was friendly and conversational. She stated that she really enjoyed the different perspective and that no political party had a monopoly on Christianity. Wow! Nice! I thought. She said she really wanted us to stay engaged like that. Then things went quickly and terribly downhill. She went on to state her opinion on the moralities of the Clinton, "Clinton's kind of liberalism wasn't the Jesus kind...his personal behavior was dishonorable to men, women and children" and the kicker, "...primarily the economy was the payoff of sound groundwork by Reagan."

Then she rhapsodized on Bush..."I personally think the Iraq was is necessary - doesn't pure liberalism demand the victimized be protected..." She says she's for "revised tax structure, medicare, affordable health coverate, a welfare system but formulated and facilitated by Scriptural 'by laws'".

That last part sounds scary as hell to me. So she says all this stuff, and I can't say I'm really surprised. In some ways it's a good start for her, and in others it's still pretty alarming. Afterwards I didn't know what the heck to write back. I talked to some friends, and I talked to my husband. I typed out a first draft of the letter and thought it sounded pretty harsh, but my husband thought it was awesome and honest, so I went ahead and sent it.

It included such statements as this: "I do, though, think that Reagan’s “trickle-down” theory is laughably idealist. Reaganomics succeeded in making the rich richer and the poor poorer, because it relies on the principle that the people at the top will share their wealth...That is a sick reflection on our society that oil companies continue to post record profits over Middle East unrest and hurricane-damaged refineries, while hundreds of thousands of people are dying of starvation and Aids in Africa."

A personal fave: "As far as the “War on Terror” goes, we need to remember that, try as they might; no one has definitively linked Saddam Hussein to 9/11. Iraq only became a harbor for terrorists AFTER Saddam’s regime was destroyed. And yes, he was a bad guy. Nobody is going to argue differently, however the reasoning doesn’t hold water. If it did, then HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of people wouldn’t have starved to death in Nigeria last year. The genocides in the Sudan and Rwanda would have been stopped. Where’s the “War on Poverty” or the “War on Hunger”?"

Oh, and this one too: "I think it’s kind of odd that people think we should be celebrating the rebuilding of Iraq. We are the ones that tore it down. Of course we should rebuild it. You shouldn’t get kudos for stuff YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO. "

I saw her over the weekend and she said, "I got your letter the other day." She looked kind of horrified and shell-shocked. "It's going to take me a while to formulate a response to THAT."

So now I'm feeling like I shouldn't have sent it. I feel like maybe I should have just said nothing, or just glossed over things. Maybe I got too hardcore on her too fast. Thoughts?

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

The Tomocalypse

Way, way back in my early blogging days, (three? four months ago), I shared with you a freakish strawberry I came across. This time it's worse, people. This goes beyond the wretched accident of errant radiation causing strange mutation. This time...this time it is so horrific, so twisted and unnatural that demonic forces are surely at work. And this time, the horror was produced in my own backyard.

No, it's not from the tomato bucket. That is doing quite well, actually. It's not churning out tons of tomatoes, but the ones it has are tasty and normal sized. The abomination was produced by one of our regular, ground-based plants.

At first glance, it is deceptively impressive:


You're thinking, wow, that tomato is huge! It is the pinnacle of homegrown tomatoes!


And then you turn it over...

and the skies turn black and the rivers run red with spaghetti sauce.I believe I shall call him Damien.