Tuesday, July 31, 2012
DAY
I can't get this song out of my head. And even at my age it rings true. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWNaR-rxAic
Monday, July 30, 2012
DAY
Talked to Ariana/Anna about renewing our web domain and she said we need to talk to Cassandra/Cheryl/Tashi. This could involve seven personalities if we include both of mine.
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
DAY
"She sat down on the landing of the second floor and sniffed and thought how beastly colds were."
Noel Streatfield
Noel Streatfield
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
DAY
RIP Sherman Hemsley. George Jefferson's greatest quote "you can't get out every stain."
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
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Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
DAY
At least twelve killed in Colorado: http://www.cnn.com/2012/07/20/us/colorado-theater-scene/index.html
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
DAY
"I smell the rain and with it pain."
Robert Plant/Jimmy Page
Rained like hell this afternoon, apparently the White House was very visible. But it really was a cleansing thing.
janedoe@seductive.com
Robert Plant/Jimmy Page
Rained like hell this afternoon, apparently the White House was very visible. But it really was a cleansing thing.
janedoe@seductive.com
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
DAY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrxlfvI17oY
I'm not sure I want to belong to a club that requires me to feel as though I'm performing. Or one that changes the rules AFTER I enter the game.
I'm not sure I want to belong to a club that requires me to feel as though I'm performing. Or one that changes the rules AFTER I enter the game.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
DAY
"If fate throws a knife at you, there are two ways of catching it: by the blade or by the handle."
I read this in a sociology textbook years ago. It is credited as either a Sicilian or Dominican proverb.
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I read this in a sociology textbook years ago. It is credited as either a Sicilian or Dominican proverb.
janedoe@seductive.com
Thursday, July 12, 2012
DAY
They are talking about removing the Paterno statue from the Penn State campus. We had a Jerry Sandusky at our high school, but as far as I know his victims were girls, not boys.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
DAY
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Tuesday, July 10, 2012
DAY
An oldie but a goody. Redneck Haikus for Jim Bohannon:
OPTIONS
Unemployment’s out.
Hey, maybe I kin git on
Disability.
BEAUTY
Naked in repose
Silvery silhouette girls
Adorn my mudflaps
REMORSE
A painful sadness
Can't fit big screen TV through
Double-wide's front door
BLAZE
Distant siren screams
Dumb-ass Verne's been playing with
Gasoline again
A NEW MOON
Flashlights pierce darkness
No nightcrawlers to be found
Guess we'll gig some frogs
ALONE
Seeking solitude
Carl's ex-wife Tammy files for
Restraining order
DESIRE
Damn, in that tube-top
You make me almost forget
You are my cousin
OFFERINGS
Tonight we hunger
Grandma sent the food money
To Robert Tilton
DRAMA
Set the VCR
Dukes of Hazzard Marathon
At 9 O'Clock
DEPRIVED
In WalMart toy aisle
Wailing boy wants rasslin' doll
Mama whups his ass
IMPOUNDED
Sixty-five dollars
And cyclone fence keep me from
My El Camino
GATHERING
In the morning mist
Mama scans Circle K for
Moon Pies and Red Man
HUNGER
My shotgun misfires
Loaded with soggy birdshot
No squirrel for lunch
MOTHER AND CHILD
Crusted in boogers,
Baby has Kool-aid stained face
Only Mama loves.
OPTIONS
Unemployment’s out.
Hey, maybe I kin git on
Disability.
BEAUTY
Naked in repose
Silvery silhouette girls
Adorn my mudflaps
REMORSE
A painful sadness
Can't fit big screen TV through
Double-wide's front door
BLAZE
Distant siren screams
Dumb-ass Verne's been playing with
Gasoline again
A NEW MOON
Flashlights pierce darkness
No nightcrawlers to be found
Guess we'll gig some frogs
ALONE
Seeking solitude
Carl's ex-wife Tammy files for
Restraining order
DESIRE
Damn, in that tube-top
You make me almost forget
You are my cousin
OFFERINGS
Tonight we hunger
Grandma sent the food money
To Robert Tilton
DRAMA
Set the VCR
Dukes of Hazzard Marathon
At 9 O'Clock
DEPRIVED
In WalMart toy aisle
Wailing boy wants rasslin' doll
Mama whups his ass
IMPOUNDED
Sixty-five dollars
And cyclone fence keep me from
My El Camino
GATHERING
In the morning mist
Mama scans Circle K for
Moon Pies and Red Man
HUNGER
My shotgun misfires
Loaded with soggy birdshot
No squirrel for lunch
MOTHER AND CHILD
Crusted in boogers,
Baby has Kool-aid stained face
Only Mama loves.
Monday, July 09, 2012
Sunday, July 08, 2012
Saturday, July 07, 2012
WEEK
Dow closed down but over 12 thousand. Gas prices as low as $3.27W/gallon on Lee Highway in Fairfax county. Weather can be described as almost apocalyptic. With school over I have a little more free time, am trying to spend most of the weekend taking care of myself, the pigs and my job search.
DAY
"Holding on to your anger is like drinking poison and expecting someone else to die."
– Buddha
Watched Anger Management with Charlie Sheen. Was like a home movie, especially the OCD daughter.
– Buddha
Watched Anger Management with Charlie Sheen. Was like a home movie, especially the OCD daughter.
Friday, July 06, 2012
DAY
Some people are still without power and a Metro train derailed near Hyattsville. See www.twitter.com/snipercatcher
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Thursday, July 05, 2012
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
DAY
Andy Griffith died today. Years ago he did a TV spot for crackers. Or maybe it was steak sauce. Someone wrote that he sounded like a mooing cow.
Monday, July 02, 2012
Sunday, July 01, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
WEEK
Weather still murderously hot, gas prices reportedly as low as $3.21/gallon in Anne Arundel County
TWITTERING UP A STORM
Literally. See www.twitter.com/snipercatcher for storm updates:
#DMVStorn #WTOPcool
#DMVStorn #WTOPcool
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
DAY
Last night after his second laser therapy treatment Puzzle was gaining a little weight, slurping up Critical Care and eating most veggies and some fruit and trying to eat hay and pellets -- anything to get him to eat. Perpetua, on the other hand, was VERY tired and not eating much and seemed to have trouble walking. Probably the result of being overheated, stressed out, too little water and too much fruit/veggies. I gave her a slug of vegetable oil and gave them both some CC and a little simethecone. This morning Puzzle seemed good, Perpetua was much better but still a little slow.
Miraculously we got to the vet's office and got seen to EARLY -- the treatment was done in eleven minutes. Lots of poops in Puzzle's carrier and either he and Perpetua finished their snacks or the tech threw them away. Perpetua peed in her carrier.
Things went fine until we got to downtown Bethesda. First the ABS light went on on my dashboard and then the airbag light, which was kind of unusual as the airbag had not been deployed. Heck, I didn't even know my car HAD one.
Now the fun begins. It's probably about 90 degrees and the car dies TOTALLY. I put on the flashers and try to call Progressive. Curse you, AT and T. It takes more than one effort. When I finally get through the stupid woman apparently has never heard of Bethesda. Probably never heard of Maryland for that matter. After I have to spell my name and address several times and explain that Old Georgetown Road, and Cordell Avenue are all MAJOR roads and it shouldn't be hard for the tow truck driver to find them. It turns out my Progressive Policy (fuck you, Flo) does NOT cover roadside service. Before the woman can ask if I'm interested in subscribing to Progressive's roadside assistance program I hang up in disgust and call Triple A.
Of course my coverage has expired but fortunately I have my handy-dandy Mastercard with which I can renew. The catch is, if I want same-day service (uh, who plans to have their car break down?) it will be another sixty-plus dollars. Plus four dollars extra because it is more than three miles to the Connecticut Avenue BP Station. I am told the usual wait time is about forty minutes, but because my car is smack in the middle of a five-lane road the wait time will only be about thirty minutes. Meanwhile, the pigs are nice and cool on the floor of a nearby resale boutique and are polite enough not to wheek at the shop attendant for food. I go to the nearest pizza carry out and buy a two-dollar Coke Zero, but they don't have ice. And the bathroom door is blocked and needs to be cleared before I can get in to use it.
The tow truck actually arrives in less than 30 minutes. Unfortunately it has vinyl seats which are not terribly comfortable when it's 90 degrees outside and you're wearing a mini skirt. And the A/C isn't working. The driver suggests I roll down the window. I refrain from telling him I have a party to go to and don't want to mess up my hair any more than it is. To make things better I spill most of my 30-oz Coke onto the plastic floor of the truck. What doesn't go onto the floor goes into my shoes. At least they are not the "new" shoes I had planned on wearing to the party.
While I am in the truck the vet returns my call and the poor driver has to hear about Puzzle's abscess, which I try to be as decorous about as possible. I refrain from getting into to much detail about either pigs' bowel/bladder function. The vet advises me to drink heavily at the party.
We actually get to the BP station with no more incident and the garage owner tells me it's probably the alternator. Prepared for a cab ride home and a driver who conveniently has no change I get some at the Suntrust across the street. Two or three cabs ignore me and the Metrobus actually arrives before a cab does. The driver apparently does not know I am carrying pigs and lets me board with them. The bus ride to Woodley Park goes without event and so does the brief cab ride home.
BTW, the party was lovely and the host, a former co-worker, paid my bar tab. Both pigs are eating well and I am watching House. Puzzle's next treatment is Saturday afternoon. Really a good thing, as another ride in this weather tomorrow would be pretty traumatic for all of us. The question is how to get him there if I don't have wheels by then.
Miraculously we got to the vet's office and got seen to EARLY -- the treatment was done in eleven minutes. Lots of poops in Puzzle's carrier and either he and Perpetua finished their snacks or the tech threw them away. Perpetua peed in her carrier.
Things went fine until we got to downtown Bethesda. First the ABS light went on on my dashboard and then the airbag light, which was kind of unusual as the airbag had not been deployed. Heck, I didn't even know my car HAD one.
Now the fun begins. It's probably about 90 degrees and the car dies TOTALLY. I put on the flashers and try to call Progressive. Curse you, AT and T. It takes more than one effort. When I finally get through the stupid woman apparently has never heard of Bethesda. Probably never heard of Maryland for that matter. After I have to spell my name and address several times and explain that Old Georgetown Road, and Cordell Avenue are all MAJOR roads and it shouldn't be hard for the tow truck driver to find them. It turns out my Progressive Policy (fuck you, Flo) does NOT cover roadside service. Before the woman can ask if I'm interested in subscribing to Progressive's roadside assistance program I hang up in disgust and call Triple A.
Of course my coverage has expired but fortunately I have my handy-dandy Mastercard with which I can renew. The catch is, if I want same-day service (uh, who plans to have their car break down?) it will be another sixty-plus dollars. Plus four dollars extra because it is more than three miles to the Connecticut Avenue BP Station. I am told the usual wait time is about forty minutes, but because my car is smack in the middle of a five-lane road the wait time will only be about thirty minutes. Meanwhile, the pigs are nice and cool on the floor of a nearby resale boutique and are polite enough not to wheek at the shop attendant for food. I go to the nearest pizza carry out and buy a two-dollar Coke Zero, but they don't have ice. And the bathroom door is blocked and needs to be cleared before I can get in to use it.
The tow truck actually arrives in less than 30 minutes. Unfortunately it has vinyl seats which are not terribly comfortable when it's 90 degrees outside and you're wearing a mini skirt. And the A/C isn't working. The driver suggests I roll down the window. I refrain from telling him I have a party to go to and don't want to mess up my hair any more than it is. To make things better I spill most of my 30-oz Coke onto the plastic floor of the truck. What doesn't go onto the floor goes into my shoes. At least they are not the "new" shoes I had planned on wearing to the party.
While I am in the truck the vet returns my call and the poor driver has to hear about Puzzle's abscess, which I try to be as decorous about as possible. I refrain from getting into to much detail about either pigs' bowel/bladder function. The vet advises me to drink heavily at the party.
We actually get to the BP station with no more incident and the garage owner tells me it's probably the alternator. Prepared for a cab ride home and a driver who conveniently has no change I get some at the Suntrust across the street. Two or three cabs ignore me and the Metrobus actually arrives before a cab does. The driver apparently does not know I am carrying pigs and lets me board with them. The bus ride to Woodley Park goes without event and so does the brief cab ride home.
BTW, the party was lovely and the host, a former co-worker, paid my bar tab. Both pigs are eating well and I am watching House. Puzzle's next treatment is Saturday afternoon. Really a good thing, as another ride in this weather tomorrow would be pretty traumatic for all of us. The question is how to get him there if I don't have wheels by then.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
DAY
Saw a lot of scenery like this in Virginia today: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6d/Brooklyn_Museum_-_June_-_George_Inness_-_overall.jpg
