My Hair

I got the color freshened on Tuesday. Here's what it looks like before it fades:

Suggested Seminars for Executives

Asking the same question repeatedly of the same person won't get you a different answer. Discuss.

aka, You May Pull It Out of Your Ass, But I Don't.

Edited to add,

This has got to be the dullest thing on NPR I've heard in ages.

How you manage to make transgenic art dull I'll never know, but this show is like listening to a wisely discarded chapter from a Nancy Kress novel.

Literary Geekdom

You are a complete literary geek, from knowing the
classics (even the not-so-well-known classics
and tidbits about them) to knowing devices used
in writing, when someone has a question about
literature, they can bring it to you and rest
assured; you know the answers.

How much of a literary geek are you?
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I am a major literary geek in that I have read more classic literature (and enjoyed it) than any other ten people I know. I'm surprised I scored as well as I did on the art of writing, that's never interested me all that much.

Nobody Ever Thinks About Nuts

I really want to visit the Nut Lady's Exhibition.

In the interest of fair disclosure, I need to mention that this is something my Mom would do. She was bit hard by the "let's make art out of tin cans and pine cones" bug in the seventies and never quite recovered.

Mind you, I'm not complaining. Being raised by her is why I'm all about crafty things and plants. I always feel a bit sad for people who long to keep plants alive or are intimidated by making things, both these pursuits add a great deal of pleasure to my life.

Of course, there is a tiny bit of mental illness about it as well. People like me will pursue creative projects beyond all reason. Someone else looks at a piece of cardboard and sensibly discards it. I always have the sense that I'm wasting good material. Common sense prevails and I'm MUCH better about throwing things away than I was in the past, but still, I always feel a little pang about throwing something away that "might" be useful.

Do you remember those industrial spools that people used to make furniture out of? I remember a friend of my parents had one of those as their coffee table. I still have to restrain myself from nabbing those when I see them discarded at the town dump or by the side of the road.

Same goes for wooden pallets.

I terrified the Spousal Unit the other night by announcing as we were going to sleep that I wanted to decoupage my computer desk.

I'm sure the Spousal Unit is secretly hoping I forget about it.

Fat chance. Bwa ha ha.

Showing Off

Here's a much nicer picture of one of my beaded ornaments.

I got President's Day off and took advantage of the day to start turning an old futon into a cat bed. It's...quite a project and I'm not done yet.

I've taken a lot of pictures of the process, and I'll probably do a step-by-step set of instructions such as they are. I'm really feeling my way throught this. But the cat seems happy with the preliminary results.

Hey, they beat us!

San Francisco did what the city of Cambridge was threatening to do.

"SAN FRANCISCO -- In a political and legal challenge to California law, city authorities officiated at the marriage of a lesbian couple Thursday and said they will issue more gay marriage licenses."

Wee, I can post images!

This is an extremely impressionistic picture of a beaded ornament I made. I'll post some nicer pics, this is more of a test than anything else.

I'm posting images to take my mind off the news.

I am a strong supporter of gay rights and the rejection of the compromise on the gay marriage ban is making my stomach do flip-flops. Winner takes all.

Ding-ding-ding!

Diaper pins. Someone mentioned them to me and triggered all these memories. They're intended for use with cloth diapers, and the heads of the pins come in cute little shapes.

I remember playing with them and diapering my doll babies as a little girl.

Cute little turtles. Cute little duckies and cute little teddy bear heads and...so cute...so cute...must breed...must have...baby...must have baby...NOW.

Biological. Clock. Chiming. Loudly.

Must. Discuss. With. Spousal. Unit.

Jesus H. Christ, never mix hormones and a martini. I'm never like this, and I don't know where this shit came from.

Not the right time, not the right time, not-the-right-time, nottherighttime. (repeat)

Random Observations

A perfectly useless collection of tidbits.

Last night while half-asleep, I heard the humidifier gurgling and immediately thought of the scene from H.P. Lovecraft's Horror in the Museum when our hero is horrified to hear the Elder God climbing out of a tank of water. Clearly I read too much Lovecraft.

Speaking of things man was not meant to see, have you seen this fruit? They were selling them at Stop'nShop the other day. Get a bunch of them, Ugli fruit and some blood oranges, and you'd be all set for an Elder Gods fruit basket.

I received a cell phone promotion in the mail the other day that was in Russian and English. I knew there was a Russian population on Cape, but had no idea it was sufficiently large to be marketed to. I'm now trying to figure out why my shopping habits place me in the "Russian cell phone user" demographic. I do mail order of everything you can imagine, are Russians living in America known for doing mail order?

You Knew It Was Going To Happen

Tenn. Woman Files Suit Over Super Bowl

KNOXVILLE, Tenn. - Terri Carlin wants to make Janet Jackson's bare breast into a federal case.

Carlin filed a proposed class action lawsuit in U.S. District Court Wednesday against Jackson, singer Justin Timberlake, broadcasters MTV and CBS and their parent company, Viacom.

Carlin alleges that she and others who watched the halftime show during Sunday's Super Bowl were injured by the performers' lewd actions when Timberlake ripped off part of Jackson's costume, exposing her breast.

In the lawsuit, Carlin charges that the exposure and "sexually explicit conduct" by other performers during the show injured viewers.

But Carlin, who works in a bank, doesn't specify the type of injury allegedly suffered.

It worries me that this woman is allowed to handle other peoples' money. Maybe everyone who has an account at the bank can file a class action lawsuit to get her removed.

Moonraker Lampwerks

She makes glass beads, she has a blog, and she lives in Rhode Island. Too cool.

Cape Cod Bloggers, Part II

Enough with Janet Jackson's boob already. I happened across two very cool blogs by Cape Codders.

Snake and Me I don't have a real good feel for who Nate is yet, but I'm enjoying his blog. Inquiring minds want to know if the title is a John Carpenter reference.

I Shoot With My Mind Love the title! Old time radio, writing and some angst.

Much Ado About Nothing

I swear I'm not trying for a titty theme here. But I can't believe all the fuss about Janet Jackson's boob on TV. It's nothing we haven't seen before. Also, she's wearing some sort of metal pastie, we're not even seeing the full boob. You can see more skin on the beach.

BBC steps up to the plate and provides a play by play photo gallery of the event as it happened.

This is where I said, "Meh, Janet Jackson again and tuned out." So I missed the boob appearance.

This is so not an attractive shot. Warning, boobage.

To my mind, that's the biggest argument for this being an accident, Janet Jackson scripts every move and let's just say this is not an attractive picture of her breast.

I'm amazed the people who are always on about respecting the flag didn't spaz over this.

Nelly, stop grabbing your crotch. There's wonderful stuff called anti-fungal ointment and the sooner you find some, the better it will be for all of us.

Tits Out for Multiple Sclerosis

This woman has topless photos of herself on her website, but it's all in the name of charity. She invites you to view her boobs and make a donation to the Multiple Sclerosis Research Centre.

How it all started,

Well, over a few drinks at the pub, I was approached by two chaps who had made a bet. One had bet the other £10 that I would flash my boobs. I queried the bet, saying that if I did.. the 'loser' of the bet got to see my boobs, but the winner got £10 AND got to see them. They decided that if I did it, they would give me the tenner to give to a charity of my choice. Deal done!

I lift my tee shirt. I pocket the tenner and promise that I'll give it to a Multiple Sclerosis charity. When I am next in my local pub, the landlord watches me deposit the £10 note into the collection box on the bar.

My partner has a thoughtful look and when I ask why, he tells me that "We could be on to something with this". So we decide to raise awareness of this illness (maybe even some people may donate cash?) and have a little fun in doing so.

I like her attitude. She has MS herself, and it's not easy to be ballsy about having an illness about which little is known, typically gets worse and seriously impacts your quality of life.

She also looks like she'd be someone who would be fun to go out drinking with or who you'd want on your side on a fight. Always a good thing.