How quickly the week went by. Here are this week’s positives.
“There’s going to be rain all every day, baby,” he tells me as he walks into my office. “Rain and thunderstorms all week.”
I clasp my hands together in glee.
Just got “When something’s bad…..add it to the pile of suck” from the anonymous message server.
Hi Faith 
Guess it isn’t too anonymous when someone who heard you say it (read you say it.. whatever) half an hour ago is also posting anonymous messages).
It’s strange how somtimes when you listen to a song you don’t like enought times, suddenly you find that you love it. I didn’t like “Broken Telephone” by the Be Good Tanyas at all the first time I heard it. Now I am so addicted to that song. I just keep playing it over and over and over again. It’s strange how somtimes when you listen to a song you don’t like enought times, suddenly you find that you love it. I didn’t like “Broken Telephone” by the Be Good Tanyas at all the first time I heard it. Now I am so addicted to that song. I just keep playing it over and over and over again.
I’ve been playing with the anonymous message thing again.
This is what I just posted:
“One night of ecstacy may damage the brain,” the headline reads. Yes, it just might, but I don’t think I took that in the way they meant it. Why is it so hard to distinguish sometimes between good sex (or even mediocre sex.. or even bad sex for the inexperienced) and love? Why does a such a physical thing emotionally fuck people up so much?
The message I got back…
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*Sigh*
That has to be the worst one yet. Some people just don’t seem to get it. It is usually better than that.
My apologies for giving out misinformation. The stong from the season finale of The West Wing last spring was not Leondard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” but Jeff Buckly’s cover of the same song, which is also the version that I like better. I get confused sometimes.
The song I liked so much last night was Tori Amos “I Don’t Like Monday’s.” It’s also apparenty the song that Donna said she thought of when Josh (or was it Toby?) said that he didn’t like Monday’s.
Buffy is on here tonight! I thought I was going to have to wait ’til Saturday to watch it again this year. M. had sworn up and down that it was going to be on some channel on Thursday, but I couldn’t find it listed in tvguide.ca. I checked the paper today, and it turns out that it will be on channel three which tvguide.ca doesn’t do listings for for some reason.
God I love that show. It was such a good premier.
I came upstairs from it (well, half an hour later; I watched the news too.) knowing pretty much what I wanted to write here about it. I thought I’d check and see what I wrote about the season finale in May first, and was quite amused to see that it matched my planned post pretty much point for point.
Then I wrote that it was a good episode, and I wished that I had taped it so that I could watch it again. Tonight I spent the whole two hours kicking myself for not having put a blank tape in . It was a good episode. I want to watch it again. (I know it will rerun, but not for a while, and I mised the finale when it ran again.)
Last year I wrote that I didn’t understand what Charlie was talking about when he said the prospective executive secretary got fired for hiring him. This season we found out. I love her! She’s so funny. I love Charlie too.
Speaking of Charlie, I loved his scene with the JV kid. If I wasn’t already married, and he wasn’t a fictionaly character, I’d want to marry Charlie. He’s so awesome.
Last season I wrote that I needed to find out what the music was that played while CJ cried. I found it out (Leanard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”) and still love the song. Now I need to find out what played during the president’s speech, the really good one that Sam wrote in the car on the way over. It was beautiful, both speach and song.
Once again, I’m amazed by the quality of this show. It’s amazing! And I know that was redundant, but it needed to be said more than once. It needs to be said more than twice, for that matter. Amazing!
I love CJ (what I wrote about Charlie goes for her too.. except she’s too old for me), I love Josh, I love Sam, I love Abby, I love Donna, I love Toby, I love Jed, oh hell.. I just love everyone. I realy truly love ever single character on this show.
Great episode. Great beginning.
I’ve become addicted to the Anonymous Message and URL Server. From their site:
Here’s the idea: You leave a message, the next person who comes along gets to read it. Once you’ve entered your message, you’ll see what the previous person has left for you. You can leave any message you want. Tell the world how you feel right now. Spew a little. Reveal your darkest secret. Or paste in a chunk of the report which you should be working on right now instead of surfing the web. Please leave behind something interesting, otherwise this site gets pretty lame.
It’s fun
Fuck you, Bush. You’re not God, if indeed any such creature exists, so what gives you the right to determine when it is okay for someone to die?
We* voted for that measure, then reaffirmed our will when it came to vote once more three years later.
Here is a good article about it.
This one just pisses me off. She gets very poetic about the value of suffering. Maybe she is right, but unless it’s about her or weather she will be the one to prescribe a lethal dose, it is not her choice.
From This article
But beneath this clamour is a presumption so unexamined we don’t realise it is there. It needs to be said out loud: if you are severely disabled, you are better off dead.
But that is not at all what it is about. It’s about the fear of needless pain being even greater than the fear of death. It’s about the thought that I might someday get sick and be suffering beyond what I can bear with no relief in sight but death, and the wish to be able to make that choice for myself if such a time should come.
Our government condemns those who wish to live to death one one hand, and condems those who wish to die to live in suffering beyond what they can bear on the other. Does that make any sense?
*I actually only voted for it once. I was still below the voting age when it first appeared on the ballot in 1994.
Despite having gone to all my classes, I didn’t even realize that it was Monday until just a minute ago when I started making my daily round of blogs and saw that everyone else was doing positives…
I forgot to mention the other night that I learned what “rooting” meant in Aussie slang.
I’m never going to be able to say “rooting for the home team” ever again.
And that was such a lie. I don’t think I ever said it before, but now I’m going to be saying it all the time.. and giggling. I’m telling you, sometimes there is a thirteen year old boy living inside of me.
The bio is back up. Not that I had a link to it from the blog before, but I did take it down for a bit and now that it’s been updated I do.
That last sentence is good evidence of why my fingers should not be allowed near a keyboard when I am this tired.
I didn’t have a link to the bio before because it didn’t match the design of the blog (any of the blog designs) and originally most of the few people who read this regularly would have come from the journal anyway. I’ve finally gotten around to putting the text of it in a file that I so I can use PHP includes to display it on several pages but only have to change it in one when I update.
If you have read it before, it’s quite a bit different in this version. The link is in the right column. Go look.
Go read this one from earlier today first. (Or just scroll down two entries to today’s earlier Alice Walker one.)
Another Alice Walker book I mentioned reading a while ago but never got back to was Posessing the Secret of Joy. That book really put me in very bad mental place for a while.
I did finish the book, and I did remain in a bad place all through it. I still go there when I think of it. It was a very disturbing book, as it should be.
I think that somplace (I thought it was here in the blog, but I can’t find it) I expressed a hope that there would be something at the end of the book that would make me go “well, that’s all right then,” and take me out of the bad place. It was a foolish, wrong hope. Of course there couldn’t be anything to make things better. There’s nothing even okay in even the remotest way about the practice or the situation.
The ending was good, though. It didn’t take me from the bad place or make me feel okay, but it did bring closure. It did bring a bit of purpose, and I guess it did, in a way, make things a little better. It allowed me to move on.
Emotionally shattering though it may be, this is a book that I think everyone should read.
I will read it again. There were some quotations from it that I wanted to keep, but I didn’t get around to copying them out before I took the book back today. I yanked my bookmarks without even writing down the page numbers. Some day I will re-read this book to find them again, but that day is a long way away.
I paid: $12.20 in overdue fines 
I got:
I deliberately neglected to check my list of books I wanted to read before going to the library. Then as I walked in I made a half-hearted promise to myself to only get two books. I didn’t want anything to get in the way of all the studying to do.
But promises are so easily broken, and here I am with five. I think I’m in trouble. I thought that I could trust myself to practice moderation this year. I thought I’d matured enough to handle it, and so I didn’t reinstate my “no non-school related books” rule this term. I guess maybe I haven’t learned my lesson yet.
I’ve been trying to write here about every book I read, but I’m really bad about it. I remember to mention maybe one out of every ten books.
A while ago I mentioned that I was reading By the Light of My Father’s Smile by Alice Walker. At the time, I’d just started it, and I was a little wary of it. One of the things I wrote then was
Then there on page nine, bam. Graphic sex scene. No real build-up or lead-in, just sudden sex with every detail described. Made my eyes go wide-open.
A well written sex scene is definately a good thing, but even when sex scenes are well written, they can become quite tedious when they occur one after another. Sex is wonderful, but I read for content and plot and other things. My concern was that with the sex happening so early in the book, instead of at the end of it where it usually happens as if sex were a goal to be reached, the book would be all sex.
It wasn’t. There was, of course, more sex, but that scnene was the most graphic. There was much more to the book than sex.
Much, much more.
My God, was that a good book. It definately will be joining the list of my favorites. I really didn’t know what to expect going in, and I can’t tell you what to expect because it’s just all too much. But know that it was good.
I loved what she had to say about sex. I loved what she had to say about death. I just loved what she had to say.
If death really were as she depicts it in her book, I would be okay with that.
I’ve read this book twice already, and skimmed through it to re-read sections many more times. It’s going back to the library today because it’s overdue (oops), but I am adding it to my list of books to buy.
Well I loved Firefly. It was great!
It seems that I”m one of few. I’ve been running around the boards, and there are more negative comments than good ones.
Oh well.
I hope that it sticks around.
One of my favorite journals was Thought Experiment by Karen. I was quite sad when she stopped writing and took her archives down a while back.
Once a month or so I go and look at all the journals that I used to read that have ended. You never know when someone is going to decide to come back.
On one of my rounds a month or so ago I discovered that Karan has put portions of her archives back online. She put all of the entries detailing conversations with her husband, Par, back up. They were always my favorite ones anyway. They’re so funn! Go read.
One hour ’till Firefly!!!
It’s been a long time since I’ve been this excited about the start of a new show.
I think it’s going to be great. I can’t wait.
Off to find a blank tape…
I came home today to find a bag hanging on my doorknob with three individual size bags of lays chips and coupons in it. My neighbors had the same sample bag as well.
It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. They’re trying to make us all fat.
And ketchup flavor? Can we say ick? Fortunately the other two were salt and vinegar and Bar-b-q, both of which I like.
Not that I should be eating chips at all.
Just got back from the computer lab where I’ve been since about six or seven this evening. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a late night at schools session like that. I’ve kind of missed them. It sucks not being home asleep in my bed, but there’s a certain sort of cammeraderie that can only be found in a university computer lab after midnight where at least half the people are working on the same programming assignment.
Of course, there weren’t as many of us here as I’m used to. This is a much smaller university.
Anyway, I forgot to close AIM before I left. I came home to three chat invites and two IMs. Sorry, folks. I wasn’t ignoring you. I just wasn’t here.