Friday, September 30, 2005

Wake me up when September ends

[frown]

B... October is right around the corner. It's gonna be a busy month, I
just have a feeling.

New song are lyrics needed, the Renaissance Faire, Halloween, Tina is
leaving, 4th quarter starts up, and the year goes into hyperdrive. I
know there's a gabillion other things I'm forgetting. But I just know
that October is gonna be a handful. I'm not sure I'm up for it. At least
it starts off on a Saturday to help me coop.

It's a gas gas gas!

To do today:

Get paycheck. (done)
Cash paycheck.
Fill up gas tank.
Pay gas bill.
Have lunch at Taco Bell.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

What's my motivation, again?

I'm in a better mood now, and since I left the last recap in a cliffhanger, I'll provide the recap of the Get Motivated Seminar now.

So, we got there around 9:15am, got our notebooks, and entered the auditorium. We were VIPs, so we were seated down on the floor, very near the stage. Which was great, except for the fact that the stage had floodlights. Which were shinning directly into our faces. Anyway, when we got there Zig Ziglar (hee. I wonder if that's his true name. I doubt it.) was already in the middle of his speech, and we had apparently missed Steve Forbes. (Yeah, I was heartbroken. [rolleyes])

As soon as I sat down, the very first thing I heard him say was, "If man can make something as wonderful as penicillin out of moldy bread, imagine what God can make out of you."

Uh-oh.

He acknowledged the fact that in an arena the size that we were in, and with as many people as there were in there, that not everyone was going to have the same faith. That there would be people in there with little faith, with no faith, with different faith. But with a wink, wink, nudge, nudge type of attitude, he went on about the Christian belief system. For agnostics and atheists he said, "Some people don't like to talk about the spiritual side, but I believe you should, because my research shows that you're going to be dead a lot longer than you're alive."

He didn't spend the entire time up there proselytizing, though. He also mentioned... um. Other stuff. Although I don't remember a lot of it now. A good portion of it (a good portion of the entire seminar, truthfully) was stuff "you already know". Mind body connection stuff was brought up. Positive thinking. ("Positive thinking can't help you do everything, but it does a lot more than negative thinking will ever do." [/paraphrasing]) and just all around other 'motivational' type of things. Then, right before he got off stage, he mentioned that his CDs and books were available to buy, and he gave a few away by drawing names out of a raffle (our tickets had a tear away sheet with our information on them when we went into the arena). I didn't win. I also didn't buy any.

After he was done, an Indian born man named Krish Dhanam spoke, but only for 30 minutes. He was kind of a Zig Ziglar Lite. He didn't mention God or Jesus, interestingly enough, but he did have a whole lotta love for the United States of America. He said that "if you were blessed enough to wake up in this great land this morning, you've already won." (Um. How many people in the audience had to fly into the country that morning?) He also said that, "If you do nothing for the next 500 years, the country that comes in second will still want to be you."
It's awkward enough hearing this type of jingoism from native born citizens of this country. Hearing it from someone who came here deliberately... I don't know. Maybe it was just me. It's probably just me.

After he got off the stage, there was a performance by someone that was in Santana, I think? They didn't make it very clear who he was. He sang "Bright Sunny Day" while people got up and stretched and had coffee and smoked.

Next up was some guy who blathered on about stocks for WAY too long. His shpiel was basically a set up for people to take his course and to get on his stock trading website because he'd made a buttload of money, and so could you!

By this point, I was starting to get a headache, not only from the lights, but also from hunger. It was nearing lunch time -around 11:30 - when the next speaker was called out. It was Michael Powell, son of Colin Powell, and former chairman of the FCC. As one coworker put it before the seminar - "I just want to have the opportunity to punch Michael Powell in the face." I told him that he'd have to form a line. I don't think many of us were really excited to see him. We were thinking about bailing during his speech and going to lunch early, but we figured, eh, it'll probably only be 30 minutes.

Powell was, easily, the worst speaker of the day. His speech was ladled with cliches and it jumped from point to point to point. Things I remember from his talk:
He started off the speech with reference to the infamous 'wardrobe malfunction'. (Of course.) Stating that 'all he wanted to do was watch the Super Bowl'. But that it was 'soon eclipsed by what would be either the highlight or the lowlight of television history, depending on your view'. And that for him, the weeks that followed that 'sucked.'
He moved on to his past -
In his family, while growing up, there were three Rs. Right. wRong. and Responsibility.
Also while growing up, he prayed to get hit. Because getting hit was better than the "I'm disappointed in you." look.
The only real way to get in trouble while being raised by Col. Powell, apparently, was to not have an answer to the question, "What did you do wrong and what are you going to do to fix it?"
In other areas of his speech -
He made some vague plea that we should 'unplug'. Saying that the amount of information coming into our lives could bury us. (Interesting coming from the head of the burearacy that is in charge of all forms of technological communication. But I got the feeling that he didn't really mean it. It was just one of those things to say.)
He also told us about his time while in the Army when he was in an accident in a jeep that resulted in him having his spine broken. Yeesh. I had no idea about that, and it was graphic to hear about.
In between all this, he mentioned that leaders need to have 10 guidelines to stick to, that you will not compromise for anyone. Not your boss, not your spouse, not your children. Nobody. He left it up to the individuals to choose their 10, and he never explained why there were 10 to begin with, but whatever.

When he finished, it was noon. Many of us were very very hungry, but the next speaker they brought out was Joe Montana, and since a good portion of my coworkers wanted to see him, I stayed to listen to him. His speech was short - only about 20 minutes - but it flowed a lot better than Michael Powell's did. He focused on teamwork in his speech, and I don't remember much of it now, but I liked it at the time. [shrug]

After he was done, the emcee came on and told us that we had a sixty five minute lunch break, but not too eat too much because when we came back, there was going to be a dance off and the prize was going to be a trip to DisneyWorld in Orlando Florida. Woo!

So. 6500 people all left for lunch at one time. Our group got to one of the few open diners in the Mandalay Bay (it was really weird to pass restaurant after restaurant that were closed) and we waited in a reallly long line. I'm glad that one of the salespeople was charging lunch on the company card because for six of us the total came to $74. Just for cheeseburgers, drinks and fries for six people. Okay then.

By the time we got back to the auditorium, the dance off was done and the next speaker was in the middle of his talk. This guy's name was Tom Hopkins and he was all about sales (which is what most of our group comprised of - salespeople). He seemed like a nice enough guy, but the fact that his whole speech was about manipulating people was deeply troublesome. Some of his points were: We ask questions to gain control, to receive agreement, to arouse and control emotions.
And nod when you ask questions that you want a yes answer to because it helps to build "yes momentum".
Creepy!

Next up was the president (??) of Get Motivated Seminars, Peter Lowe.
He had some pretty cool things to say. Again, mostly stuff you 'already know', but still good to rehear. Focus on already having accomplished your goals, don't focus on obstacles. That type of stuff.
When he gave away a hundred dollar bill to the "most enthusiastic person out there" - a man actually ran up on the stage. Later, he had a volunteer come onto the stage and break a (trick?) board made out of wood with their hand.

His speech was about having balance in the body, mind, and spirit (or soul). The mind thing was basically about how the words we tell ourselves become our reality. And the body part was about breathing, using laughter to relax, that type of stuff.  I was with him on the body and mind aspect, and while I agree with the idea of having balance in the spiritual area of one's life, it bothered me that it was again a Christian viewpoint they were using.
He stated that a study had been done about high schoolers (or maybe younger, I don't remember) that had supposedly found that there was a connection between a persons outlook on god and their self esteem. Those who believed that god was going to punish them and was vengeful, etc, had a low self esteem while those who viewed god as a happy benevolent santa claus type figure generally had higher opinions of themselves. (Sort of interesting. Too bad he didn't site where this study was done, who had conducted it, how long ago, etc.)
He even said something along the lines of "you can never rise consistently above your view of your creator."
Anyway. He then went on about some story about getting a speeding ticket and going to face the judge, who just happened to be your father, and how the judge would have to make you pay the speeding ticket fine (or go to jail) just like everyone else, but that  he could then take off his judge robes and as your father he could forgive you.

He concluded with some parable about a farmer not planting his seeds because of fear of them not growing, but I was more or less tuning him out at that point.

Next up was the biggest fucking asshole of the day.  His name was James Smith. He was billed as "America's Leading Real Estate Expert" and the drinking game with him would have been to take a drink everytime he used the phrase "Watch this". The man was arrogant, cocky, and (watch this!) a Christian.
Things from his speech that I remember -
He talked about taking section 8 checks from people, investing it for them for X number of months, thus letting them own their own homes. (Huh?)
He mentioned that "The Bible says 'the poor will always be with you'." (And... that's a good thing? Well, I guess, as long as pricks like him can make money off it, then woo hoo! Because as long as the poor are with us, that means there must be someone who is rich, too.)
Jesus was a carpenter - a vocation directly related to Real Estate.

Bah.

He wound up selling a class as well, but you know, I think I'll pass.

Finally it was time for the "Secret Mystery Guest".

It turned out to be Jerry Lewis.

He was, to his credit, pretty funny, although certainly not very politically correct. (I didn't take any offense at his jokes, but the one about naming Chinese babies, for example...) He wasn't exactly a 'motivational' speaker, but it was nice to have someone up there that wasn't shilling something, ya know?

Next up was the final speaker of the day, Rudy Giuliani. Before that happened, though, they had a blonde lady come on stage and sing "God Bless America" (I guess to make us feel more patriotic??) Oddly, I didn't get goosebumps at all. I got like, antigoosebumps. Weird.

Anyway, after she was done, Giuliani came on stage, while red, white and blue confetti strips of paper fell from the sky, fire shot out of the corners of the stage, and "New York, New York" played over the loud speakers.

His speech focused on the sinking of the Titanic. I'm kidding. He focused on 9/11, of course. His points of being a good leader were that you need to
1) Know what you believe.
2) Be an optimist.
3) Have courage.
4) Prepare
5) Understand teamwork
and
6) Communicate

Good points, all, I suppose.

It was interesting that Rudy was the only speaker that had security guards. Not even Michael Powell did.
He finished up, we all left, and that was that.

Overall, the seminar was a waste of time for me. Yeah, it got me out of the office for a day, but there was so much I could have been doing otherwise. Besides, I don't want tips on how to fix the life I have now. I don't want to know how to make more money. I want a simpler life away from the rat race. I don't want to be motivated, I want to be relaxed. I want to be happy. I want to be stress free. I want out. All in due time, I suppose.

There. Now, who's motivated?

Average!

Last night's Lost was an extremely mundane episode! It more or less screamed out Meh!! I'll keep watching anyway!!!

Spoilers for Adrift - highlight to view  (and don't worry, it'll be brief):

Sawyer is Spike. Hate him. Can't wait for him to die. Which means he won't. He'll probably end up trying to rape Claire who will fall in love with him. After he gets his soul. Blech.

This episode was like ..only half an episode. Because a good portion of what we saw we already knew was going to happen!!! Maybe they wanted the viewers to feel psychic, so we could relate to Walt better? But, dude. They reshow Locke going down the hatch, they reshow the face-off between Desmond and Jack, and we KNEW that Michael wasn't going to get custody of Walt, so what the hell was the purpose of the flashback? Gah!

On the bright side, I loved Locke's psychoticness. "Are you him?" "Yes. Yes I am." Hee! Apparently he's watched Ghostbusters. And the entire hatch of the 70s is, right now, very intriguing. Why did Desmond need Locke to enter the numbers on the computer? Hmm.

And of course, the Others. Yay for creepiness!! Now, will these turn out to be the true others, or the other half of the plane? Or a little bit from column A, a little bit from Column B? We'll find out next week, maybe.

End of spoilers.

stuff. In other news, I am SO glad that it's payday tomorrow. Money solves everything. nothing. stuff.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

What's my motivation?

Yesterday, September 27th, 2005, there was a seminar at the Mandalay Bay Event Arena from 8:00am until 5:00pm. Here's a recap of how my day attending that went.

I arrived at the station around 7:15am. I was going to carpool with Tina. She had told me that she would be in around 7:30.

Around 7:50, she called to let me know that she was still stuck in traffic, and that we would be going with Nancy, who should be arriving at the station shortly.
Nancy is one of the station's top salespeople. She is also a  New Yorker (New Yawkuh?) who stresses about pretty much everything. It's just the way she is. And it's hard to tell, really, if everything is truly stressing her out, or if it's just that she's a high strung personality. Regardless, she is a character who always has something to say and a unique perspective.

8:00 am rolls around, and Tina and Nancy show up. We get into Nancy's car (which was really freaking nice. I am not big on cars - as long as it gets me from point A to point B and back again, I'm happy - but dude. I can see why people spend the extra money on luxury automobiles) and she begins to drive.

I think that they should charge admission to ride along with her. She was weaving in and out of traffic, zipping through the streets and doing things that I didn't think were physically possible in a car. All the while, smoking, talking on her cell phone, and carrying on a conversation with Tina and I. Crazy. Cool.

At one point, we had pulled up behind a company-sized truck that was going to be turning right at a stop sign. The cross traffic didn't stop, so we were going to be sitting there for a while. Nancy put the car in reverse, pulled up beside the truck driver and yelled out Tina's window, "For the love of God, make the right turn already!" As the driver turned, we could see that he was chuckling about it. That's the way Nancy is. Even when she's yelling at you, you can't help but laugh. Um. Except when she's really angry.

Anyway. The Mandalay Bay parking lot was overflowing with vehicles, as was the Luxor's (which is the casino right next door). We opted to park at the Luxor anyway, and after some insane maneuvering around their parking garage, we found a spot at the top of the parking structure. We began to walk toward the Mandalay Bay Event Center, wondering about the seminar. 

The ticket indicated that the speakers would be: Zig Ziglar (listed under MOTIVATION and described as Americas #1 Motivator), Steve Forbes (BUSINESS SKILLS, CEO & Editor Forbes Magazine), Peter Lowe (SUCCESS, America's Success Strategist ), Special Mystery Guest (One of the five most recognizable people on the planet - Newsweek Magazine), Tom Hopkins (SALES,  America's #1Authority on Selling) Michael Powell (ACHIEVEMENT, Legendary FCC Chairman), Joe Montana (TEAMWORK, The NFL's Greatest Quarterback) and Rudolph Giuliani (LEADERSHIP, Former Mayor of New York City). We had heard that the "Special Mystery Guest" was going to be Donald Trump (which is why I wrote that a few days back when I first mentioned this), but it turns out it wasn't.

My other guesses also turned out incorrect. Going off the clue of "One of the five most recognizable people on the planet", I started guessing recognizable people. Jesus Christ? Certainly recognizable. Adolph Hitler? Also very recognizable. However, neither of those people are still on the planet. And I don't know that Hitler would be someone most people would book for a motivational seminar even if he were still alive. (Although, he did have quiet the following...)
Ronald McDonald, perhaps? Mmmm. Cardboard tasting food....
Osama bin Laden? Well...he's recognizable. But his whereabouts are currently unknown, so that was a bit of a stretch.
Sydney Bristow! It had to be her! But wait. How would we recognize her if she were in one of her numerous disguises?
We decided to just wait and see who it would be.

By the time Tina, Nancy and I arrived, it was ...whatever. I'm not gonna recap this now. Fuck I hate myself sometimes. Jesus fuck. Stupid fucking fuck

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

what we have here... is a failure... to communicate

because i don't talk much at work, i think that many of my coworkers don't exactly understand me. or they have a perception of me that (in my opinion) is not completely accurate.
 
it just makes me all the more glad for stephanie. while she doesn't always understand me either (that's okay, neither do i), at least she "gets" me more than the average joe.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Best time of the year!

I [heart] candy corn.

Halloween time is the best, dude.

cApItAl IdEa

I wonder when (and how) capital letters and lowercase letters came
about. Isn't it somewhat odd to have two symbols for the exact same
sound? R and r are (heh) both the same phonetically, and yet we have two
different symbolic representations of the same letter. Looking at the
keyboard, there is only the capital letters, which one could assume
means that those are the more important representations. However, when
you strike a key from the keyboard, unless you have either the caps lock
button pushed, or you push the shift key, the symbol you type is NOT
equivalent to the symbol represented on the keyboard.

I'm not making any sense, and I don't really have a point. Just random
musings about letters.
Speaking of random musings about letters... I wonder how (and why) the
order of the alphabet is the way that it is. Humans being the way that
they are, it makes sense that when putting the alphabet together, that
they would try to put the letters most commonly used in the beginning,
and the least commonly used near the end. And that idea plays out, more
or less, with q and x and z being at the conclusion. But "s" is pretty
common too. So is "r" and "n". And why are the vowels not clumped
together? Who decided that "a" was more important than "e" or "i"? Hell,
shouldn't "i" be the first letter? (Or is that my self-absorption
shining through again?)
So many things I don't know, and probably never will. Oh well.

What do you do all day?

For anyone that has ever wondered what it is, exactly, that my job entails, I now present a copy of the Position Results Description sheet. (These PRDs are given to all the employees once a year as an evaluation of how they have been performing in their positions. Sadly, I don't have one from Master Control so I can't transcribe what I used to do all day (officially). But I do have the Programming Assistant's PRD. Hooray!)

MAJOR GOAL: To assist in the day to day operations of the Programming Department. Ensure a smooth flow of information regarding Programming to all related personnel.

KEY RESULT AREA #1: Listing Services

  1. Weekly program schedule sent out to all listing services Monday of each week. Schedules to be six weeks out.
  2.  Update and send out any program changes to listing services.
  3. Send schedule and program change information to Nielsen and company central programming/promotions on a weekly basis.
  4. Monitor accuracy of television guide listings and Nielsen overnights.

KEY RESULT AREA #2: Program Schedules
  1. Prepare and distribute quarterly movie and sports schedules with approval from Program Manager. Update as changes occur.
  2. Input into PALAS all movies, sports and special commitments for quarter.
  3. Schedule episodes for all barter and cash programming. Reviewed by Program Manager to ensure proper usage.
  4. Notify all related departments of any network or syndicated program changes.
  5. Update all program changes in PALAS and in house HTML schedules.
  6. Print out updated program schedules for Traffic Department. This will be done on a weekly basis.
  7. Provide back up programming information for all sporting events.
  8. Notify PALAS help of any scheduling issues in system.
KEY RESULT AREA #3: Receive and Handle Viewer and Distributor Telephone Calls
  1. Receive viewer calls and handle in courteous and informative manner.
  2. Update receptionist as needed with program contact numbers and addresses.
  3. Answer questions from program distributors.

KEY RESULT AREA #4: Movie Scheduling and Booking
  1. Organize and maintain movie tape library. Perform monthly purge of unneeded films.
  2. Convert all applicable barter movies to cash formats.
  3. Maintain movie timing sheet books.
  4. Provide usage information and certificate of erasure to distributors as requested.
  5. Edit movies to proper length and produce timing sheet for each film.
  6. Ensure scheduled movies are in house and timed or formatted at least two weeks prior to air. Order movies via least expensive method.

KEY RESULT AREA #5: OBIN
  1. Screen all applicable weekly programs, cash and barter movies as assigned by Sinclair OBIN Coordinator.
  2. Notify OBIN coordinator of any issues with above programs and barter movies.
  3. Edit programs and movies to remove inappropriate content to ensure they meet company OBIN standards.
  4. Keep up to date on any new OBIN policies and procedures as assigned by Sinclair OBIN Coordinator.

KEY RESULT AREA  #6: Program Documentation

  1. Ensure that contract files are kept up to date with latest information.
  2. Distribute related documentation to appropriate personnel including, updated satellite feed schedules, information on upcoming specials and sporting event information.

KEY RESULT AREA #7: Other
  1. Perform other duties as needed.
  2. Cover for Satellite Coordinator while not in the office.
  3. Review discrepancy reports daily, and update programming system as needed.

Yay. Proof positive that I matter to the Company. Aww. The Man cares about me. Or, rather, about whatever cog gets put into this position.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Crazy.

Steph thinks I'm crazy, and maybe I am, but I've decided that I'm going to read every Dean Koontz book.
 
Just because I can.
 
We went to the library today and I checked out Life Expectancy, so that's what I'm starting with. Granted, I've already read several of his books as it is, so I've got a head start.
 
Um. I don't have a good way to finish this, so I'll make it interactive - what Koontz books have you read, and what did you think of them?

woefully ill prepared

In case of some sort of crisis, we are so NOT ready it's not even funny. Despite the fact that we've known that things are gonna get ugly for at least 3 years now. Despite that Y2K could have been really bad. Despite that being prepared for disaster is a good idea just on principle, we continue to live our lives day to day, paycheck to paycheck, not preparing at all. The Boy Scout side of me is cringing.

Anyway, here's a partial list of things that everyone should have, just in case [this was taken from the Derrick Jensen discussion list, by the way.]:

Basic camping gear like propane or kerosene stoves and lanterns, a good supply of the fuel to run them, sleeping bags and a decent tent.
Several flashlights and batteries to run them.
You also need to have several high-quality water filters.
Next, everybody should have 3 fifty pound bags each of rice and beans. (Make sure they are in containers that are mouse and rat proof.)

Always have a pair of heavy-duty boots on hand whether you need them or not, along with heavy socks.
Always have a pair of heavy wool pants stored away, as well as a warm, waterproof parka.
Whether you are in the sticks or in an urban environment, you must have a
means of getting messages from public radio, so it is recommended you have a portable, battery powered radio, or better still, one of those nifty radios you wind up to get messages, and those two-way walkie-talkies with at least a 5-mile range will allow you to send out calls for assistance.
Always have on hand a supply of antibiotics like Penicillin, and plain old alcohol does just fine dressing wounds, even if it does sting. Hydrogen Peroxide is also a must, and they all store nicely for a long time if packaged correctly.
Last but definitely not least, have a good knife, a gun and plenty of ammunition. One concealable handgun in 9mm and a .22 rifle like the excellent Ruger 10/22 can save your life and put meat in the pot with those rice & beans.


I agree with everything there. The gun idea makes me nervous, and we haven't gotten to the point (yet) where we've felt it necessary to get one, but a few weeks back during the most intense part of Katrina's wrath, I was considering it very seriously. And you know how I feel about guns. (Um. Unless you don't. But I'm against them.)

I would also add to this list: A bicycle for every member of your family, a safe place to evacuate to (along with a route to get there either by car, bike, or foot), a BACKUP safe place to evacuate to, and a tribe. We need people that we trust and that have skills and that will be able (and willing) to help us. God we need that.

We really need to get some of those things on that list. Maybe once we get some money we'll start preparing.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Let me pick your braaaaaaiins...

So I've been adding a bunch of Zombie themed movies to our Netflix queue. I've added:
Shaun of the Dead
Night of the Living Dead
Day of the Dead
The Return of the Living Dead
Dawn of the Dead (the original from 1978)
Resident Evil
Resident Evil: Apocalypse
and
Land of the Dead (releases on DVD on October 18th!!)

What other zombie flicks should be put into our list for our upcoming Halloween and Zombie themed movie nights?

no pause

Yesterday was interesting. The tour of Meadow Gold Dairy was really cool. Especially since they don't normally do tours for the public. We all had to wear hairnets, and I had to wear a beardnet. (!! I didn't even know such things existed until yesterday. Live and learn, I guess.)

Um. I'd go into details about the tour, but while it was interesting, I really don't want to type it all up right now. Sorry.

Right now, in fact, I want nothing more than to go back to sleep. Or get a Pepsi. Or burn down a building or five. Something.

Oh! On Tuesday of next week, there is a hoity-toity seminar type of thing going on at Mandalay Bay. It's an all day event and some of the speakers are going to be folks like Donald Trump, Rudy Gulliani (no doubt spelled differently, but I can't be arsed to google up his name) and Steve Forbes. A whole bunch of us from the station (myself included) have somehow managed to get invited to this thing. Huh.
If I don't go insane from the atmosphere and/or the amount of Takerness, it might be pretty interesting. Hopefully Tuesday night I will be more alert than now and I'll give a full (ish) report.

Friday, September 23, 2005

99

On the way into work (I had the car this morning, so I got to listen to the radio) I heard "Runnin' on Empty" and "All Star" (among other songs, but those two ran back to back.). Perhaps my mind is preoccupied with the Rita evacuation going on in Texas, but it seemed like the songs were picked on purpose.
"Runnin' on Empty", of course, is the world's theme song in regard to Peak Oil. (Speaking of, it's still amazing to me that the mainstream news anchors haven't mentioned that phrase. My prediction is that once one of them does, it will be all over the place after that. Right now it's a taboo subject. Once someone acknowledges it, it'll be fair game.)
Then the line from "All Star",
Somebody once asked
could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place.
I said, 'yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
and we could all use a little change.'

In other news, Oreo spent the entire night outside. Apparently at some point in the evening he snuck out the back door. We didn't notice, and this morning when I woke up, he was at the back door wanting to come back in. Poor, stupid cat.
Also, really pitiful owners. How could we not notice something like that. Doh.

Speaking of news, and of pitiful... I will be on our news tonight. Because, despite my earlier statement that I would never dress up as the Frog again... I've agreed to dress up as the Frog again. And not only that, but this time the news crew will be out there to tape some footage of it and to make the station's commercial.
(See, the Meadow Gold promotion had a coloring contest as a part of it. The contest is now over, and today is the day that the winners from the contest will be given their prizes. And of course, Michigan J. Frog needs to be there to present the children with their scooters and mountain bikes and whatnot. I'm not sure what exactly makes this newsworthy, but whatever. I mean, it's not like there's anything ELSE going on in the world right now to report about.)
So. If anyone who reads this happens to want to swing by the Meadow Gold Dairy (I believe it's super far, out near the race track), I will be there around 2pm. Barring that, I guess you can catch me on the 7pm news on Gold 33 or the 10pm news on WB. Yay.

I guess that's all for now. I'm SO freaking glad that it's Friday. This week was hella long, dude.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Mmm. Dark Ages.

Yay! Renaissance Faire time soon!! And, again, we get to go for free since our station is one of the sponsors. Sometimes working for The Man pays off.


(okay, not really. But, you know, saving our family 35 dollars is good for us.)

100

Happy Autumn!

Man, I can't believe that there are only 100 days left in Twenty Aught Five. And, hey, that means only three hundred and eight days until the end of the world! Woo doggy.

Last night we watched Destination Lost - which was an hour long recap of the first season of Lost - then the season premiere of Lost (episode entitled Man of Science, Man of Faith. Spoiler tagged thoughts to follow.) and then, against my better judgment, we stayed up and watched the series premiere of Invasion.
I am, therefore, very very tired.
And it's only Thursday.

At least Steph and Harper should be having fun. They're finally going out to Red Rock to celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day and the autumnal equinox and just hang out with the Las Vegas Life Learners. I really do miss getting to interact with that group.

So. TV.
Time for Man of Science, Man of Faith spoilers!
Highlight to view:

The hatch contains the '70s?!? No wonder it was quarantined.
Group of government officials gathered around a board room: "Gentlemen, we must not let the 70s out!" "Let's lock it in a bunker on a deserted island in the South Pacific." "Agreed."

heh.

I think that Walt was Not Walt, but a psychic message. Or Shannon going all nutty from lack of sleep and food. Of course, her delusion just happening to be a soaking wet Walt is a bit of a coincidence, but you know what I say about coincidence. (Reminder of what I say about coincidence: "Never underestimate the power of coincidence." - P@)

Speaking of coincidence (because I haven't typed that word enough times yet.) - Dr. Jack's future wife was in an accident with a guy who died at 8:15. Mmm. Numbers. Also, apparently (I found this out online, didn't catch it while watching originally), the man who died was Adam Rutherford - Shannon's father.
Also coincidentally, Desmond (anagrams into "demons" and has a "d" left over. It'll be interesting to see what his last name is) has met up with (at least) Dr. Jack previously.
Interesting.

I wonder if the inside of the hatch will be the main focus of this season. There's got to be another way out, because climbing up and down the cable would be pretty tedious, I think.


Um. I guess that's it. Like Steph said, Lost isn't long enough. It's fun while you're watching it, and it usually gives you stuff to mull over for a while, but then you just have to wait for the next episode. Sigh.

Invasion, which I had high hopes for, turned out to be pretty slow. Or maybe I was just too tired to really get into it. Plus Irina was not happy during a lot of it. But it seemed that the majority of last night's episode had already been shown from the trailers. I don't know. I'll probably give it a couple more episodes and see if it picks up.

Oh! I totally wanted to blog about a dream I had a few nights back.

There was a flash of light, and then every person on the planet who was over the age of thirty (um, except for me, for some reason) had been turned into a potato.

Yeah. I know.

It sounds funny now, but during the dream, it was a horrible thing. It was sad and scary and surreal.
It got sadder and scarier and surreal..er, though, when the TV I was watching (in a bar?) had a press conference in front of the White House. A man carrying a potato came up to the podium and set the potato in front of a microphone. The potato had George Bushesque Mr. Potato Head facial parts put into it, and someone was obviously doing a George Bush imitation to provide a speech to the American People.
Un. Real.
I was disgusted that despite the fact that a good portion of the world was now starchy, some folks (and they would all have to be under thirty!) wanted to continue the charade that "everything was under control".  The worst part is, I'm sure that's how it would probably play out in real life.
Um. You know. If people turned into potatoes.

Anyway, I then started talking to a woman in the bar who claimed that we had talked to each other online. She said her screen name was cindy_steph. (Huh.)
She asked me if I had read the Stephen King article she'd found. At the mention of Stephen King's name, I started bawling, because I realized that the prolific writer was now a potato. The enormity of the potato-change just overwhelmed me.
When I recovered from my emotional breakdown, cindy_steph told me about the article. In it, apparently, Stephen King had been on an airplane talking to a stranger about voodoo spells and how potatoes were sometimes involved.

That's all I can recall from the dream.

And right now I'm only at 825 words. I still need another four hundred and twenty five before meeting my daily quota. Dude.
I will just have to try and blog again later, because right now i am just plum out of ideas. (Heh. Plum.)
Maybe after Survivor tonight I will have more to say.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

101

Criminy. This year is nearly done. I have more emails in my inbox than there are days left in the year.
Guess I better get to work on that whole "200,005 words blogged" goal, huh? You know what that means! It's time for another one of the "random thoughts from P@ during the day" type of entries! Wheee!

I wonder ...nah. I'll save that idea for a question in a boq. That way I'll get to see a variety of witty responses.

Just as a reminder to myself, though, some keywords: All time. Rose. Number. Welcome.
There. Now all I have to do is remember to actually write up a bunch of questions sometime within the next one hundred and one days.

Breakfast this morning: Pop Tarts. Strawberry flavored. Frosting free. Two.

On TV tonight: Lost. Invasion. I don't know that I'll be able to stay awake for Invasion. Last night I fell asleep during Rock Star: INXS. (Turns out that JD did win, not the vampire. Bummer.)

I don't have anything to say right now. I'll be back later when I do.
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If there is a problem, yo, I'll solve it. Check out my hook while the dj revolves it. Heh. I'm so old.
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Autumn officially begins tomorrow. It already feels like it outside right now. It's nice. Although, a little bit chilly. Of course, it's probably a lot colder on the moon. [/idontknow]
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Need:
Haircut.
New(er) vehicle.
New computer.
Sleep.
Food.
Escape route.
More free time.

I guess that's about it. Not too much to ask, is it? And, really, the bottom four are the most important.

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Church sign wisdom!! From the church near our home, the following nuggets are currently on their marquee:

YOUR CHECK REGISTER ALWAYS REVEALS WHERE YOUR TREASURE IS.

(I don't think they're yelling. It's just that marquee letters are always in caps. Or maybe they ARE yelling.)
I think that this one means that whatever you spend the most money on is what is most important to you.Which, duh.
Of course, it's more true for a society at large. Because most people (I assume) spend the biggest chunk of their money on bills, which is NOT something they would prefer to spend it on (again, I assume) if they had a choice.
And that's not really fair either, because people DO have a choice as to pay their bills or not. It's just that most people choose to have shelter.
I forget what my point was. [shrug]

Other side of the marquee has a more ...confusing message.

YOU CAN BE A SUCCESS ONLY WHEN YOU LEARN TO LIVE WITHOUT IT

Um. Doesn't everyone learn to live without success? At least at first? I guess we're all successful, then! Wait. What? This one still doesn't really make sense to me. I hope they change this one soon. It's giving me a headache.
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Dude. South Park has had less OBINs then Sex and the City so far.
Thursday's episode of Sex and the City has paintings (paintings!!) of vaginas in an art gallery, apparently. Corporate is telling us that we have to swap out Thursday's episode with Friday's while the distributor edits the "offensive" scenes. There are times when I get so close to the breaking point with this company and with our way of living in general. But what am I gonna do, starve?

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Speaking of OBIN, here's the Guidelines that Sinclair has adopted company-wide. Keep in mind, I am not altering this memo in any way. This is what I follow anytime I view an episode of Maury or Jerry Springer or South Park or a movie to determine whether it is suitable for air...

                               Guidelines for OBIN

It is now ok to say pee as long it is not sexual (golden shower).

Nudity in Artwork is ok i.e. statues paintings. Pictures and graffiti still is questionable and will be handled case by case.

Profanity
There is to be No trace of any profanity. For example if you come across "what the f***" The "F" needs to be edited out. One exception of this is the word motherf***er...as long as the f***er part is edited out it's fine.

Obscenity
Blurred out video-Needs to be handled case by case. Sometimes video isn't blurred very well. Very graphic/animated intercourse and oral sex is not acceptable and needs to be edited out. Plastic body parts -- if someone is doing something sexual to a plastic body part (fake buttocks or doll) that needs to be edited out. (Yes, this actually happened on one of the dating shows!)

Showing a naked butt from the back, including thong underwear from the back is forbidden. Side-view is ok. Wearing a sheer cover-up or translucent fabric is ok, showing straight on naked butt skin through a transparent cover-up is not ok. Side-view is ok.

Please remember if bare breasts are blurred/covered and not showing nipples no editing is needed. Wearing a tight, thin and/or translucent shirt is ok. Showing the outline of the female nipple and/or aureola is ok, as long as it is a sold and /or translucent NOT transparent material.

Sexual innuendoes will have to be done case by case.

Showing someone touch their own or another person's crotch is not ok. Dancers can touch their own crotch during a musical number, but only for 5 seconds at a time.

Profane gestures such as "the finger" can not broadcast

Graphic and explicit discussions of sexual or excretory activities or organs -- even through the use of euphemisms, innuendo, or double entendre and without the use of profanity -- particularly when used in a manner designed to titillate or shock CAN NOT Broadcast.

Language

Unacceptable for Broadcast:


Fuck            Shit            Pussy            Cum            Cunt
Asshole        Cock         Prick             Motherfucker
Dildo            Tits            Nigger
Ass (things going into or out of - sexual content)
Dick (things going into or out of  - sexual content)

Questionable for Broadcast - handled case by case

crap (action)      Jerkoff (action)
Butthole (can't say anything going into or out of sexual content)
Dyke                  Faggot - these two are a question of taste
Should not be used in a hateful way although name calling is ok.

Acceptable for Broadcast

Bitch                Bastard               Damn (delete "God")
Vagina             Son of a Bitch     Sucks (that sucks)
Boobs             Butt                     Pee
Crap                Pissed Off            Penis
Balls (non sexual)                        Dick (name calling only)
Ass - you can say I will kick my foot up your ass

Revised 5/24/05

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God, I need a Pepsi.

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Oh. I know. I'll do a word count check. Because I want this to reach the ridiculous goal of 1235 words, so I'll see how far I am.
According to Microsoft Word's Word Count Feature, when I typed "am." I hit 4 pages, 1,112 words, 5,081 characters (no spaces), 7,068 characters (with spaces), 1 paragraph (!?) and 160 lines.
So there ya go.

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Remember - ALWAYS remember - It is ALL about money. Money. Money. Money. Money. MONEY!!!!
Stupid symbolic pieces of paper. That's what it's all about! Wheeeee!!!

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Random thought - if this entry doesn't go through, I'm gonna be one not happy puppy.

Also, it's incredibly nice outside right now. The weather is perfect. And I'm stuck inside this building for another 5 hours. *snarls* *growls* *bites at captors*
[sigh] Despite all my rage, I am still just a P@ in a cage.

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I wonder what the weather is like in Indonesia. Indonesia, apparently, is made up of some 18,000 islands, only 6,000 of which are inhabited. Dude. I would totally live on a deserted Indonesian island. Show me where to sign up.

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There's no such thing! (heh heh heh) (I'll explain later.)

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Eh. It isn't as amusing an anecdote as I had presumed it would be. But, here it is anyway. There's a guy who works here who, a few weeks back, somehow got onto the topic of religion with me (he brought it up originally). I briefly explained how I am an agnostic because committing to either deism or atheism is rather arrogant. He suggested that we some day go out to lunch if I ever wanted to discuss "philosophical matters" more deeply. (I read this to mean: "Let me take you to lunch and I'll see if I can convert you.")
Today, he asked me if I wanted to go to lunch. (We just got back, actually.)
So, the comment above ("There's no such thing!") was a play on the phrase of there being no such thing as a free lunch, and the idea that there is no such thing as god.

But. It turns out that we didn't really talk that much anyway because a 3rd person came along with us and most of the conversation was between person A and person B. I mostly sat there smiling and nodding politely. And as it also turns out, religion wasn't even brought up through the entire meal. Yay!

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Today. Is. Dragging.

Of course, the fact that I've been awake since 4:30 this morning probably plays a role in that.
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I said it before, but it bears repeating - I really need a Pepsi.

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Great. Now I've got a headache. But at least I got quite a bit of  work done!
Hmm. I do work, and now I have a headache. Connection?

Of course, I was also watching Fox News Network...
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Well, it's getting to be that time of the day when I need to wrap up whatever it is I do all day and then ride a bus home. Which means I should try and compose a climatic ending to this here blog entry, no?

Hm.

Suddenly!!...nah. I'll just wait a few more minutes, see if anything else blogworthy happens, then hit "Send" and go home.
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Running total so far!
6 page
1,635 words
7,377 Characters (no spaces)
9/312 Characters (with spaces)
36 Paragraphs (Odd. I can only assume that that's because I went and changed the "division markers" (you know, those ***** thingies) between the last time I did word count and now.)
226 Lines

Yay! Now, if I can maintain this type of blogging on a daily basis for the next one hundred days, everything will be hunky dory.
Maybe I should write that story about Spowl. Maybe. Of course, that would mean coming up with the actual story. I've got the name. And a vague sketch of the first scene. I can wing the rest, right? I mean, that's what the pros do, don't they?

I'm hitting "Send" now so I can go home.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

[sigh]

I think I need to improve my diet, he said while looking semi-longingly
at the Oreo cookies on his desk.

Monday, September 19, 2005

The silicone chip inside me 'ead 'as switched to ovarrrload

Arr! I forgot that today be Talk Like A Pirate Day!

To correct this, here is the previous post, in piratese:

Avast! Earlier this morn, the radio played  I Don't Like Mondays by the Boomtown Rats. Arr.

It..um. caused me to blubber like a lass.

So. I can be addin' it to the list of tunes which contain such magical properties. Here be a partial list -
Vogue by that wench, Madonna (Shut up. I don't understand it either. Arrrr!!)
The Day the Music Died (arrr! I be meanin' American Pie) but NOT the one by Madonna
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Still Fighting It by Ben Folds

I be thinking me emotional status is not to be taken lightly.

Or maybe it is. Yo ho ho!

Additionally, me beauty and I scribbled our names through a league of papers today, while the wee one cried. Arr. There be many many documents to sign. I always say, only agreements made with blood are worth a damn. The devil deals in words on paper, and one should take a man at his word. (Always keepin' in mind that to break a promise will result in a trip to the plank with ye!)

I be forgettin' what I wanted to say. I'll conclude by sayin' that Mondays are scurvy eatin' dogs. Arrr!!

The silicone chip inside my head has switched to overload

Earlier today the radio played Boomtown Rats' I Don't Like Mondays.

It..um. made me cry.

So. It can now be added to the list of songs that have had that effect on me. They include - but are not limited to -
Vogue by Madonna (Shut up. I don't understand it either)
The Day the Music Died (er, I mean American Pie) but NOT the one by Madonna
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Still Fighting It by Ben Folds

I'm so emotionally unstable it isn't funny.

Or maybe it is. Ha!

In other news, Steph and I signed about a gabillion and a half papers today, while Irina screamed and screamed and screamed. The amount of paperwork involved in purchasing a house is ridiculous to the point of ludicrousness. (Heh.)
But, seriously. There is a lot of legalese and dead trees involved in homeownership. More Taker Insanity, I suppose.

I had more to say, but I can't remember it all now. In conclusion, I don't like Mondays either.