I'm watching the debate.
The one thing that is really off putting is that McCain has yet to look at Obama. Moderator Jim Lerher keeps telling them to talk to each other and not him but McCain flatly refuses to look at Obama. Like he won't even acknowledge him.
Creepy. McCain is sad and creepy.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Ratcha fratcha
Mmmmm, hungry. It's time for breakfast. I just read Mchan's blog entry about breakfast where she made polenta with tomatoes and it sounded like heaven. I have no polenta, so scrammled eggs on corn tortillas with a tad of cheese and salsa will do nicely. Oh, and that guac that I got over the weekend and didn't finish.
Now that's tasty.
I have been refraining from updating my blog for a few reasons.
1) I am sick of talking about McCain and Palin, and I seem to want to talk about them because people are falling for their bullshit left and right (or maybe right and extreme right). I don't agree with their policies, I will be voting for Obama because I agree with many more of his policies. I'm much more interested in making him President than I am in spending that energy bitching about Palin. She's horribly under qualified, she's a rigid fundamentalist with no tolerance for anything outside of her frame of reference and is bad for the future of America. I'm tired of talking about it and tired of having to think about the amount of people who think that voting for McCain/Palin will bring about change. It's positively horrifying and makes me spit lots of anger.
2) I have been planning a wedding and I'm not really interested in turning this into my wedding planning blog. There will be stories, but no day-by-day description of how my dream wedding that I have been planning since childhood is becoming my reality. Gross. I never had a "dream wedding" scenario. While I fantasized about having a partner in crime to kick ass and take names with, I never had the delusion that my wedding day, or one man, would complete me. That idea is poison. Like the term "better half". Goat and I together don't equal one person, we are two individuals that have taken quite a shine to each other and want to conquer the universe together. On top of that, we don't take turns being the better half or the worse half. This whole idea that two people become one on a wedding day is putrid. I worked too damn hard to become who I am and like who I have become and I'll be damned if I'm giving half of it up for someone else. This is not to say that I am unbending, because in a partnership you have to work together and let some shit go, which I do. I'm just saying I'm not giving up vital parts of myself because they seem weird or too independent. Besides, Goat would never let me give those things up, he loves those parts of me. Goat and I came together as individuals, we deeply, deeply, love and respect each other and have a great time together whether we are grocery shopping, playing outside, or what have you. We were each individually complete when we met. Now, together, we are enhanced.
3) I'm on a spiritual path that I'm not quite ready to talk about.
You can plainly see that I am very opinionated these days, election season will do that to a girl.
There will be plenty more insights, opinions and stories to come.
My breakfast was very tasty, I ate as I was typing this. Mmmmmm...
Now that's tasty.
I have been refraining from updating my blog for a few reasons.
1) I am sick of talking about McCain and Palin, and I seem to want to talk about them because people are falling for their bullshit left and right (or maybe right and extreme right). I don't agree with their policies, I will be voting for Obama because I agree with many more of his policies. I'm much more interested in making him President than I am in spending that energy bitching about Palin. She's horribly under qualified, she's a rigid fundamentalist with no tolerance for anything outside of her frame of reference and is bad for the future of America. I'm tired of talking about it and tired of having to think about the amount of people who think that voting for McCain/Palin will bring about change. It's positively horrifying and makes me spit lots of anger.
2) I have been planning a wedding and I'm not really interested in turning this into my wedding planning blog. There will be stories, but no day-by-day description of how my dream wedding that I have been planning since childhood is becoming my reality. Gross. I never had a "dream wedding" scenario. While I fantasized about having a partner in crime to kick ass and take names with, I never had the delusion that my wedding day, or one man, would complete me. That idea is poison. Like the term "better half". Goat and I together don't equal one person, we are two individuals that have taken quite a shine to each other and want to conquer the universe together. On top of that, we don't take turns being the better half or the worse half. This whole idea that two people become one on a wedding day is putrid. I worked too damn hard to become who I am and like who I have become and I'll be damned if I'm giving half of it up for someone else. This is not to say that I am unbending, because in a partnership you have to work together and let some shit go, which I do. I'm just saying I'm not giving up vital parts of myself because they seem weird or too independent. Besides, Goat would never let me give those things up, he loves those parts of me. Goat and I came together as individuals, we deeply, deeply, love and respect each other and have a great time together whether we are grocery shopping, playing outside, or what have you. We were each individually complete when we met. Now, together, we are enhanced.
3) I'm on a spiritual path that I'm not quite ready to talk about.
You can plainly see that I am very opinionated these days, election season will do that to a girl.
There will be plenty more insights, opinions and stories to come.
My breakfast was very tasty, I ate as I was typing this. Mmmmmm...
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Unemployed
Today marks my first day of unemployment.
It feels kind of terrifying and really exciting. I fancy knowing myself pretty well, and I know that if I don't set up some kind of schedule for myself, I will be waking up at 11 am and spending hours online looking up useless things. As much as I'm trying to relax a little, I know how much I have to do and that I'm quite prone to wandering off for hours.
Today I am being a little bit lax, enjoying the freedom and the looming hours that can be filled with countless projects. So far I have read 176 pages of a book Jess loaned me, I have managed to brush my teeth, brush my hair and put some clean clothes on. All before 11 am.
The last few weeks of work had been quiet. I trained my replacements for three weeks and was then paid for another month to be "on call" for any questions or snags they hit. They hit many, as will happen when you lay someone off and give their full time responsibilities to someone that already held a full time position with the company. The replacements ended up being a replacement (the office manager) and I think she's a little overwhelmed. She must have gotten the hang of something because I had gotten one email in the last two weeks asking a question.
Today, I don't have to check my work email many, many times to make sure I am resolving any questions; I don't have to suffer through a call from my supervisor where she rants and raves about how stupid everyone is; I don't have to care about SEO, ad zones or the next sprint. I just don't have to care about that website any more or ever visit it again. It's all a rather large load off my chest and mind and I feel free, it's easier to breathe and I get to forget all kinds of ad trafficking information, freeing up some brain space for new, more suitable information.
My new path includes unemployment followed by college and part time work, wedding planning and my wedding, more college and who knows what else. I'm just excited to not have to give away any energy to the drain of excitable coworkers and work that, while I was good at it, didn't really suit me.
It feels kind of terrifying and really exciting. I fancy knowing myself pretty well, and I know that if I don't set up some kind of schedule for myself, I will be waking up at 11 am and spending hours online looking up useless things. As much as I'm trying to relax a little, I know how much I have to do and that I'm quite prone to wandering off for hours.
Today I am being a little bit lax, enjoying the freedom and the looming hours that can be filled with countless projects. So far I have read 176 pages of a book Jess loaned me, I have managed to brush my teeth, brush my hair and put some clean clothes on. All before 11 am.
The last few weeks of work had been quiet. I trained my replacements for three weeks and was then paid for another month to be "on call" for any questions or snags they hit. They hit many, as will happen when you lay someone off and give their full time responsibilities to someone that already held a full time position with the company. The replacements ended up being a replacement (the office manager) and I think she's a little overwhelmed. She must have gotten the hang of something because I had gotten one email in the last two weeks asking a question.
Today, I don't have to check my work email many, many times to make sure I am resolving any questions; I don't have to suffer through a call from my supervisor where she rants and raves about how stupid everyone is; I don't have to care about SEO, ad zones or the next sprint. I just don't have to care about that website any more or ever visit it again. It's all a rather large load off my chest and mind and I feel free, it's easier to breathe and I get to forget all kinds of ad trafficking information, freeing up some brain space for new, more suitable information.
My new path includes unemployment followed by college and part time work, wedding planning and my wedding, more college and who knows what else. I'm just excited to not have to give away any energy to the drain of excitable coworkers and work that, while I was good at it, didn't really suit me.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Punching a Woman
If there were ever a time to punch a woman, this is it. I'm just wondering if Joe Biden has the balls to smack Sarah Palin down, just as he should in their debate.
I am a feminist. But I will not vote for a woman who has no interest in furthering women as a whole, just one woman, herself. She is Dick Cheney with a vagina and she's a whole lot meaner.
I think that McCain was partially brilliant and partially stupid for choosing Palin. The brilliant part is that she is the pit bull with lipstick (per her quip last night "what's the difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull? Lipstick.") and it's going to be tricky for any man to be as vicious as he needs to be to kick her ass. He's going to be accused of being sexist. The stupid part is that McCain has chosen a woman who is, so far, unrelenting, sarcastic, accusatory and an out and out liar. The AP reported a few of the stretched truths and outright lies that were told so far at the Republican convention.
Sarah Palin also spoke about her daughter, the pregnant, teenage one. She first asked that the media leave her out of the press because this is a private family matter and that family members should be off limits. Palin had no problem talking about her son though. He's enlisted and off to Iraq, so she knows what it's like to have a son serving in the war that is "a task from God".
Another note on her daughter. In statements about her daughter's pregnancy, Sarah Palin stated that she "wanted to give her daughter the choice". Funny that because Palin is so anti-abortion, that the only exception that she would grant was a doctors note saying that the mother's life would end if the pregnancy continued. I keep hearing about people who call themselves "pro-life" exercising their reproductive rights, stating that it's different for them. Given Palin's panache for beating people down and getting what she wants, she will kick Roe v. Wade into oblivion if given a chance.
I pray for you Joe Biden. I pray that you have the wit and fortitude to see past Sarah Palin's female sheep's clothing and conquer the sarcastic, uncooperative, hard ass, evangelical wolf that she truly is. She will pull no punches, she will kick you where the sun don't shine. I expect you to do the same if you want to get that VP job.
I am a feminist. But I will not vote for a woman who has no interest in furthering women as a whole, just one woman, herself. She is Dick Cheney with a vagina and she's a whole lot meaner.
I think that McCain was partially brilliant and partially stupid for choosing Palin. The brilliant part is that she is the pit bull with lipstick (per her quip last night "what's the difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull? Lipstick.") and it's going to be tricky for any man to be as vicious as he needs to be to kick her ass. He's going to be accused of being sexist. The stupid part is that McCain has chosen a woman who is, so far, unrelenting, sarcastic, accusatory and an out and out liar. The AP reported a few of the stretched truths and outright lies that were told so far at the Republican convention.
Sarah Palin also spoke about her daughter, the pregnant, teenage one. She first asked that the media leave her out of the press because this is a private family matter and that family members should be off limits. Palin had no problem talking about her son though. He's enlisted and off to Iraq, so she knows what it's like to have a son serving in the war that is "a task from God".
Another note on her daughter. In statements about her daughter's pregnancy, Sarah Palin stated that she "wanted to give her daughter the choice". Funny that because Palin is so anti-abortion, that the only exception that she would grant was a doctors note saying that the mother's life would end if the pregnancy continued. I keep hearing about people who call themselves "pro-life" exercising their reproductive rights, stating that it's different for them. Given Palin's panache for beating people down and getting what she wants, she will kick Roe v. Wade into oblivion if given a chance.
I pray for you Joe Biden. I pray that you have the wit and fortitude to see past Sarah Palin's female sheep's clothing and conquer the sarcastic, uncooperative, hard ass, evangelical wolf that she truly is. She will pull no punches, she will kick you where the sun don't shine. I expect you to do the same if you want to get that VP job.