Wednesday, July 30, 2008

On why our hero doesn't have a boyfriend

You may be sweet on someone today, but you won't likely show your feelings. It's not that you're worried about the response you might get; it's that you don't feel comfortable when you aren't in control of your actions. It's easier to avoid the whole situation than to skirt around the edges of your own discomfort. Fortunately, you can transfer your unexpressed energy into work that others will surely appreciate.


fantastic.

Monday, July 28, 2008

What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? What's the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood?
- Buddha

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

friggin giant spider roaming my desk. what is with the creepy crawlies lately??

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I am a vampire



I was woken at 2am to bats. In my apartment. Not a bat. Bats.

Apparently the local police department is not to protect and serve citizens losing sleep to winged mammals. The dispatch lady will laugh at you. (I would like to know what more pressing matters the Lebanon PD has at 3 am).

After an hour of sitting on the floor with my head covered and the front door open I came to some conclusions. 1. this is why people have boyfriends. 2. I'm moving into my closet at work.

I drove to Sunapee at 3:30 to climb in my little sister's bed to the sound of other furry rodents. These ones running in wheels. Try packing an overnight back while keeping duck and cover.

UPDATE* According to the NH Department of Fish and Game nurse on call I have to get SIX FUCKING SHOTS Rusty only has to get one.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Being White

If I had an ethnic base to identify from, if I was even Irish American, that would have been something formed, if I was a working-class woman, that would have been something formed. But to be a Heinz 57 American, a white, class-confused American, land of the Kleenex type American, is so formless in and of itself. It only takes shape in relation to other people.

--Cathy Thomas

From the blog Stuff White People Do (not to be confused with Stuff White People Like which is less social justice/racial introspective and more stereotypical)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The chief dangers of marijuana seem to spring from only one of its features: it's illegal


But do the health effects of pot seem very serious? As dangerous as those of alcohol, tobacco, overworking, fashion magazines or overeating? Nope. In fact, the health effects of pot are not nearly as dangerous as the jail they throw you in for possessing it.

People get beat up, shot up and locked up because of the great amount of money that rides on selling the stuff, stuff that would be about as expensive as lettuce if it weren't against the law.

Dr. Scott Haig
See the related study (that Americans smoke more pot)

Friday, July 11, 2008

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Make your reservations early

I'm am officially booked through until September. I do not have a solid weekend open until the 5th. There may be some leeway for those willing to travel to the Upper Valley.

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When I was a youth (below the age of 6) I decided that communion bread was yummy. The church didn't slack on the body of Jesus with just any loaf of Wonder Bread. I decided to investigate. I found the nice older lady who was in charge of prepping Jesus for our monthly redemption and asked her if there was ever any leftover bread after communion. I mean, what does one do with leftover savior? As I suspected, those little soul-saving squares were not the end of the goodness so I suggested that they give me the leftover bread to feed the birds. I was a cute kid and must have made a good argument that birds need saving too. It was agreed and every first Sunday of the month after the service I got what was usually a good half-loaf of the savory lord. I would then go outside, throw a few perfunctory chunks at whatever wildlife was hopping about, and would stuff my face with the rest. The things a girl does for carbs. I never did figure out a way to grab the grape flavored blood to wash it all down with