Moody Meow

And your momma used to tell you that veggies were good for you!

I had spinach this weekend. This is very disturbing.

Classy.

Methinks they have gone too far. It’s fucked up, but it made me giggle for a minute. I don’t really know if it was from embarrasment or because I actually found it funny. This was definatly a stupid idea, but I could argue it’s not out of line for an “independant contractor.” I am also amused that the Repubs distanced themselves so quickly from the looney. I think there are huge mistakes and intentional polarization in both major parties. This article didn’t surprise me (and it wouldn’t have if it dealt with the Dems). How sad is that?

I had a whole post ready about my weekend and why I didn’t post yesterday, then Wordpress ate it. I just don’t have the energy to write another one at the moment. So, news for you. It’s the least I can do… truly

Things to do in Syria when you’re …well…a terrorist.

A fantasy film. I would like to state for the record that I am a pacifist and I don’t belive that murder, war and violence are the answer. But I’m not perfect and this tickled a spot in my mind better left to dark musings while I am alone.

I must controll my road rage on I-4, otherwise I may get shot. I doubt if this will quell my pissy nature when stupid people do stupid things. I rarely get cut off. I’m usually going fast enough to pass the moron. Occasionally there are buttheads, but I chase them down and shoot them. Just kidding!

Tucker Carlson to dance? I can’t stand this man. I hope he falls flat on his face. I know it’s not nice to wish ill on others, but he ticks me off.

But as far as reality tv goes, I like Top Chef and Project Runway. Okay, so that had nothing to do with news, really, but I thought I would stretch it out a little bit. Bite me! It’s my blog!

I don’t know if you like Bill Mahr, but this essay really made me think. He’s got a point. I don’t know if the link will work (I have a Salon account) but I can cut the text if you want to read it.

Shock the squirrel. Uhm. Okay. I like squirrels. I feed them. This morning, as I drove down Virginia, I saw 3 of them running across the powerlines over the street. It was cute. Please don’t shock the squirrel.

I said this two summers ago when we got pounded with hurricanes. It’s kind of scary because BBC’s science page is full of global warming stories.

Bush still wants war. Elections, an anniversary, and politics cloud this issue. I don’t know what’s right. We fucked up (and notice I say “we” because as much as I am disgusted with the government, I am still a part of this country. It’s like having a family member you are embarrased of).We need to fix it. I don’t know how. But appealing to fear, yet again, doesn’t work for me. And instead of using the anniversary of 9/11 as a platform for politics, the best way to honor the dead is to celebrate their memory, not the mistakes we have made as a country since their death.

Perform for the green. This is one of the many reasons why I want to move to Portland. I know it will happen. And I am woman enough to admit to being jealous of Cat’s new life in Portland. I wanna move. In time, I know. But I am an impatient little booger!

Inspiration to ride. I am not going to bitch about not being able to ride fast anymore. I should hush my mouth.

That’s all for the morning. I have tons of stuff to do and not much time to do it in. Such is life. Happy Tuesday.

If you look on the left side of my page –pointing all flight attendant-like– you will see the updated meebome widget-thingy. They updated it so that you can now choose the colors and the size. Now it blends rather than distracts. Oh, and if you choose to IM me through this - please rename the damn thing so I know who you are. I keep getting wierdos from other countries wanting to know if I am 16/f/virgin. It’s the little things in life that make me happy.

Oh, and I am going to Planet Smoothie for lunch. So HA!

I’m not that grumpy anymore.

I think it’s shitty that the poor creature lost her tail to begin with, but the ability to adapt is amazing. Silly side note. So, I don’t eat fish. I never have. I honestly thought until a few years ago that when people ordered “dolphin” that they were eating Flipper with their lobster and hush puppies. I still grimace when I hear it.

at least for me

Hollywoodland
Sherrybaby
The Black Dahlia
Renaissance
The Last King of Scotland
A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints

I have work to do. I hate it when work interferes with my goofing off….

*Edit* the trailer to The Prestige.

So, I’m out of bananas. Not a catastrophic thing, but very annoying. I didn’t really have enough for the afternoon smoothie, so I used a mosty rip unfrozen one. That didn’t have the same effect and made the smoothie watery. Fuck. And I had a back-up plan for the morning smoothie, but I still don’t know how well it worked. I bought these packs, all juice, no sugar, that you use to blend with soymilk and a frozen banana. Don’t have the banana. Used a mostly ripe one. My taste buds are unacustomed to the new smoothie, but at least it’s not meat.

And here is where I get into The Jungle. I was supposed to finsish reading it last night. Today I have a 300 word paper due. I left my book and my assignment at home, so around 10 I am going to have to go back home and retrieve them. But back to the book. I don’t think I have ever really been that effected by a reading assignment for college. Understand that I have a problem with the wholesale slaughter of animals. That’s just me. But The Jungle puts it into terms that are hard to ignore and uses the animals as a metaphor for the endless toil and inevitible death of the American dream. It’s set in the Chicago meatpacking district at the turn of the last century. I was overwhelmed with grief for the story just kept going down, further and further. I stopped halfway. One - because I was tired. Two - because I couldn’t read anymore. I started getting depressed and I realized it was because I wanted those characters to make it. I am just a little ashamed to admit that I had to read the end of the story on Sparknotes. More than anything, I wanted to know the end. It didn’t make me happy. But I will finish reading the book on my own. I feel like I have to, more for myself than for the class.

I am very very tired. No running this week. The weather didn’t cooperate. Exhaustion overcomes me when I don’t move my ass. And I am smoking a lot again. Fuckinghelldamnit. I feel the effects. If I ride this weekend with D, I think my body will get pissy again. Scratch that. I will ride with D this weekend, even if I have to wear oxygen.

So, we are going to Leu Gardens for date night. I may have mentioned this. I am still excited. And I am cooking something nice. This is a new receipe for me, so it could be awful, but I enjoy experimenting. That’s not entirely true. I savor the successes and am endless shamed with my failures in the kitchen. I am now unable to bake cookies. It’s a curse. But I can still make my vodka cream sauce.

And today, it feels like everything is a typo. I wish Wordpress had spell check.

She’s one crazy bitch!

Wowm that’s all I really have to say. Obviously, I wouldn’t dream of voting for this women. She posesses one of the most demonic faces I’ve ever seen. Have you seen her eyes? Jesus! Touting her religion as the only religion to the exclusion of all others will work for her Batptist base, but wow, it makes the rest of us feel excluded. Government is supposed to be inclusive. I know that’s an idealistic view, but at least give us our ideas. And so is Christianity. What in the hell happened?

Thanks, Mr. President for pulling your head out of your ass to notice.

I saw park of Spike Lee’s film about Katrina’s devastation the other night when I got home from school. It’s disgusting how the insurance companies were able to wriggle out of paying the damages. What’s the sense in paying them if their coverage is like swiss cheese. There are so many factors that came into play that allowed them to deny claims. I would think the president, with all his power and glory, could push for the effort to rebuild. Bring attention to the matter. He should call for the same caring support that NYC got after 9/11. Although you can’t announced “Mission Accomplished” against Nature. What you can do is relax enviornmental standards. Because that helps us all.

/end sarcastic rant

Slate presents The 9/11 Report

I think they are doing the first chapters of the book. Check it out now and let me know what you think of the art…and how the story is being told.

Well no shit!

I read this yesterday, but thought it warranted posting. I think everyone knows by now that I love video games. But, I don’t play the sports games, nor most of the first person shooters (they give me a damn headache). I am an RPG or platform kind of girl. Yeah, racing games are fun, but only if I can blow shit up. I wish someone would pay attention to this, to really listen. There are scores of women like me, and others who just need a little coaxing to get into the gaming world. The industry seems to forget that the gaming population goes far beyond the pimpley adolescent male. I’m thirty. I’m a woman, and frankly, I’m bored. D bought the 360 for me, but the only game I’m jazzed about is Morrowind. There are scored of games on the PS2 that I loved. Where are the good games for women and why can’t we have them now?

I think this is amazing.

D and Cat mentioned this book to me before, but I thought I should share. If you were a fan of Maus, perhaps you should check this out..

Doh! I shouldn’t be as amused, but I am. Abstinance doesn’t make the hormones grow fonder. It’s a joke to think that teens are not going to explore their sexual selves. The best thing is to arm them safely. Yes, dispel the rumors with sex education. Even offer all the options to pregnant teens. Birthmothering is a very heavy experience, and not one that a lof of teens can face. Abortions aren’t always the answer, but support always is.

Your bra could be a weapon of mass destruction! Good god. Soon edible undies and vibrators are going to be banned. Where will women’s sex lives be then? As it stands now, their underwear could be a bomb. I am telling you - tampons are next!! They look like little white firecrackers, and if you get the ones with the appilicator, well then you are going to be under serious scrutiny. They look like dynamite. I know it’s a stretch but just think about it…. I am sitting here giggling as I write this… tee hee hee.

What Jeff Killed. I found this blog after wandering the web when I was supposed to be entering date in a database. Wandering is more fun. The title caught my eye…and after taking in some of the sights on the site - I’ve decided that my felines will remain indoors. Why? I don’t want to clean up squirrel heads and mouse guts. The pictures are gross, in my opinion, but that’s one happy cat.

Google on your phone. I know, I know - this is a little much. I use Gmail as my primary chat client, so shush. (moodymeow (at) gmail.com — if you are bored). I also have AIM on my phone… It’s a time killer. It’s a boredom killer, honestly. Yes, I love my gadgets)

Porland talks about AC. Read it!

Well I should go now. I have a smoofie in the fridge and my stomach is disturbing my office-mates. Toodles!

10 points if you know what I was referring to. Mmmm. Andy Garcia is one of the most beautiful men in the world.

The weekend was relatively mellow. Had drinks with Vanya and Scott on Friday. Went to Margarita’s Grill (my favorite restaurant). Headed to Orange Cycle with D only to find out the dream bike is going to be more challenging to find. I had an eye exam (yeah, I know, thrilling info) and found out that my left eye is very off the prescription. Now I know why I’ve been getting headaches. So I bought new frames - they are purple - and I should have my nifty new glasses later this week. I will take pictures so you get glasses and the progress in growing my hair out. It’s not a pretty sight. That is why I am utilizing the skill of fun scarves. Do you know how hard it is to find a nice scarf? I think the thrift stores are calling.

I ran this morning. I am ready to progress to the second stage of the running program. The puppies kept up well, and I think we are all ready to pick it up a bit. This means I have to make a new runsong.  It will take me all night because I get all excited when I go through my library. I love music. And I would like to reiterate my addiction to lala.com. If anyone wants an invite, tell me. If you start an account and trade, I get a t-shirt. The t-shirts are nice, and so is the system!

It’s Monday. Still no news from the stupid professor. I wonder if she will write me this morning. One can only hope.

A few links for your morning.

Women key to the AIDS dialogue. I think it’s empowering, this idea that women do have a kind of control against this disease. The fight against cultural norms, where condoms are not a part of the sexual dialogue, takes time. I never thought of an anti-viral creame for women. That’s ingenous. But everyone needs to fight this…men, women. Everyone.

Distracted Brains!! Well no shit. I keep posting these affirmations that cellphones and driving are a dangerous combo. I admit to doing it as well, since I bought the handsfree thingy. But I still don’t like to do it. I was talking to my sister last night and noticed that I was more into the conversation than folding the laundry. That is a simple task. I can imagine how bad the driving is…

Going Green in Orlando.  It’s not surprising that Florida is behind on this one, but one can hope they get their asses in gear and start working on getting better with green building. The interesting thing about the green house materials is the story behind them. A tile made of windshield glass? Bamboo floors (which I love)… there’s added charm to the house that goes green.

Things you don’t see in the US press.  Makes you wonder what else we aren’t hearing about, doesn’t it ?

D showed me the trailer for this. Oh my GAWD. I love it. I hope it’s a badass as the trailer. I think the verification of age process is pretty fucking stupid. Cartoon blood should be the least of a parents’ worries. But, I don’t have kids. I don’t want kids, and I can appreciate this as an adult.

Happy Monday!

Toby’s Web Page

This was Pip’s original picture. And yes, they called him Toby. It’s hard to see that puppy in the beast we live with today. He still thinks he’s that size, and doesn’t understand that a 38lb bouncing beagle does not a good lap companion make. Now D will tell you the reason I found this was because I was browsing through the adoptable beagles on Tamba Bay Beagle Rescue’s site, which is mostly untrue. I was actually looking to see how we can donate some of our unused dog stuff to them…and then I looked at the beagles. They are damn adorable. I still want a baby girl beagle with a brown nose. One day…

Have you ever snagged your cuticle? Not till it bleeds, but just enough to irritate and itch. I’m wearing one of my Incredibles band-aids on my thumb now. It still kind of hurts, but at least it’s not bleeding. So, I have my meeting with my advisor this afternoon. After that, I head home to get a run in (we slept in this morning) and play some Morrowind. I’m about due to get to the scary parts.

D and I looked at new bikes. He’s been rocking his current bike, and we figured that he should get one before the move. We won’t be able to afford it later. Plus, it’s so damn purdy! I will take lotsa pictures when he gets it.

It’s been a busy news morning. I thought I would enlighten you with some links.

My Dunny Addiction! The guy at Uberbot graced me with a replacement Crash-test Dunny. I thought it spectacularly nice of him. I am going to sell the ultra-rare one I found. I just don’t like it. It has pom-pom ear thingies. Alas…. it’s not for me.

Robin Williams in rehab. I love watching him. I think he’s the funniest and craziest person on the planet. I hope he gets better.

Lush! I am having a problem with dandruff. Not that you really need to know that, but that’s why I found this. I am happily into the all-natural thing. I’ve read up and it seems that most vegan shampoos are ineffective. This one seems to be different. So, I bought some stinky stuff and I await it’s arrival. I have a fondness for stinky, herbal stuff. God, I am turning into such a hippie!

I actually like some of these bands! I am not known for the bestest taste in music ever. But I do have a fondness for mooshy stuff. Only sometimes. I use beats to motivate, so weepy music is only used for contemplation. These days I am more interested in forward motion than looking back…..

There’s more, but I should get some work done. I look forward to a very busy weekend. Friday, a little time with Vanya. Saturday…I think there’s something I should be doing besides the dog park and a litle bike ride. Sunday I’ve got an appointment to get my eyes checked…and then NEW GLASSES! I love new glasses.

• To get more than 50 cds listed on Lala.com
• getting the kitchen floor scrubbed
• Find the time to finish A Thrall’s Tale
• Getting at least one frickin bike ride in this week
• Returning the Egon Schiele book that’s been buried in my bag for a month
• Taking the beagles to the dog park
• Banish the negatives so I can cast something worthwhile
• Try to cook tofu, again
• Cut off my nails so I can start over
• Figure out why the damn bluetooth headset won’t cooperate with my Pebl
• Take a lunch all week
• Finish my story about Mildred (the second one) and work through the revenge/work story
• Plan for the purchase of D’s new bike
• Run all week
• Get my courage up to start the main quest in Morrowind (it creeps me out).
• Get out to See so I can get new glasses
• Find out what in the hell is delaying my Spring humanitites grade
• Get an appointment with my advisor to see if I do, in fact, graduate in December
• Get the rebates out for the new phones
• Be happy

Holy shit! My head is going to pop off. I have a headache that is making my eyeballs throb. It hurts us precious! It hurts!

So back to my mundane life. My grades came up for my second summer class, and they weren’t bad for someone who slacked all semester. Honestly, I’m to the point where I don’t care. I am still a little nervous about the Humanities class. The grade still reads as an incomplete. WTF!?!?! I e-mailed her and she told me she turned them in on Tuesday. I don’t know why Rollins isn’t posting the damn grade. My financial aid for the fall is resting upon the completion of that incomplete. I think I’ll just go lay my pained head down….

Since I can’t seem to write coherantly - here are some links for you.

Pits need love too. I am glad to see that someone paying attention to this issue. It may seem inconsequential, but the article makes a statement that I think really puts the hysteria into perspective. “In the ’70s they blame Dobermans, in the ’80s they blame German shepherds, in the ’90s they blame the Rottweiler, now they blame the pit bull.” Before someone gets in a screaming match with me, I understand the ferocity and lethal capability of these dogs. They can kill. But so can many other breeds. And I will tell you, I have scars on my toes from a lunatic Daschund. I doubt the wiener dog could kill, but I think it wanted to. Pet parenting is a lot like kid parenting - if you are absent and assume that everything is okay then problems will pop up. Keep a person chained to a tree all day and they are likely to rip your throat out too. Think about it.

What’s my name! I am dorky enough to love this.

workFRIENDLY - BETA I am all about trying to find sneaky ways to play on the internets at work. This makes my job a little easier. It’s not the prettiest thing around, but it’s damn effective.

Photo in the News: Rare “Rainbow” Spotted Over Idaho - I may have posted this before, but I think it’s pretty enough to post twice. I love rainbows….wierd ones. I seem to have lost the really neat one over an oak tree. I should look for it again.

I had more links to post, but I think I am going to find a drill and release the pressure in my head. I hope it doesn’t get too messy. I don’t have the energy to clean up after myself. Happy Friday

And more casting!!!

So, the speculation continues as to who she’s going to kill off. I’m still voting for Harry. The kid needs to die. But beyond that, the next movie promises to be a good one. I still need to pick up the series, as I only have the last book. Julie gave that to me last year, and I stole her books so I could catch up. I loved the series. The only movie I really liked was the last one. Let’s see if they can knock my socks off with that one.

Yeah right, bub.

I’ve heard nasty things about Mel Gibson. Beyond the anti-semitism, he’s gone on violent tangents about gays (go ahead and guess what side he’s on) and he belongs to a bizzare sect of Catholicism that denies that the Holocaust existed. I would link to all of the crazy shit he’s said but that would be a long post. He’s nuts. And he’s mean. And he’s got very unkind beliefs.

I’m all about people being allowed to say what they want. It’s a free-speech thing. What I’m not keen on is the spewing of hateful language that targets one group or another. There was another star who shit-out-of-his-mouth things that offended me. Since Tom Cruise came out and said that mental illnesses are a result of a pseudo-science and that there is no need for medication, I’ve used the power of my teensy dollar to make my point. I will do the same with Mel Gibson. I will never go and see one of his films in the theatres. I probably won’t even rent one. His films really aren’t that good to begin with.

I understand that my little movie-going cash won’t make a big deal in the bottom line of Hollywood, but I would like to think it makes a statement against hatred, even if it sounds like a whisper.