September 11, 2006

I’m Back at Blogger Now

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I never could figure out how to use this WordPress blog.

Sigh. I’m hopeless.

Now I’m back at

Come visit!


April 2, 2006

Everyone’s a Winner

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Last night we went to see a play competition put on by TeCo Theatrical Productions. There were six one-act plays by local playwrights.

TeCo is an arts education program whose objectives are to “provide cultural and artistic opportunities for children and families who live in at-risk communities [and to] provide instruction in theater, acting, dance and other art forms …”

Everyone was asked to vote for their favorite of the six plays, winner to be announced after the last performance next week.

Of course there are no losers here, because it’s a win-win for everybody.

Thanks to James (a rising star who makes my latte for me in the meantime) for inviting us.

April 1, 2006

Take My Blogroll. Please.

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How many times do we bloggers stumble (clumsy bunch that we are) across someone else’s blog, read and like the first entry, and the second entry, then maybe bookmark and/or leave a comment, and move on, or how many times do we revisit our favorite bloggers because we love them so much, but never really pay attention to their blogrolls, the blogs they loved enough to link to? If you’re like me, not very often. Only so many hours in the day, right?

Starting today, I’m going to make a point to visit blogs on other people’s blogrolls as often as I can. I know that I’ll find some great places and people out there, and as an added plus, I won’t be stumbling around, I’ll be on a clearly marked path. Wow – was that profound? Uh, nah … second thought, not so much.

Anyway, take my blogroll, please. You’ll find some wonderful people over there!

March 28, 2006

All Dressed Up

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This is the company, SF Bags, that made the custom sleevecase for my laptop, Harriett. Shown here is the basic sleevecase:

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And here it is with the optional flap and shoulder strap (I chose the suspensor shoulder strap because it distributes the weight more evenly):

I chose the vertical orientation, rather than this horizontal one. Both come with a pouch on the other side. Another option is a piggy-back case for the cord.

The best thing is that you just tell them what kind of laptop you have, and the sleevecase will match its dimensions exactly!

I’d be embarrassed to tell you how many laptop-carrier-thingies I’ve bought for Harriett, but none of them is as kewl as this one!

Only thing is, Harriett wasn’t so sure about it at first. No, really. I put her in her new, custom-made case with the s-o-f-t, luxurious interior. It fit her like a well-made little black dress should. Then later, when I took her back out and turned her on, she just froze! I kept calling to her, “Harriett, it’s alright! Were you afraid of the dark place? Mommy’s sorry, she should have warned you first. Come on, Harriett. It’s going to be okay. Really.” Well, after a little more coaxing, she recovered and started working again, and now she has no problem at all with her case.

In fact, I don’t think she’d even look at another sleevecase now!


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Fellow FSM Believers,

Last night I was touched by the Prophet of His Noodly Appendage Himself, for into my Inbox was thrust the following communique, like unto an e-mail.  This is indeed a Holy Day.
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Fellow Believers,

Our day has finally arrived! The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is at last here. Maybe not inscribed on stone tablets, but it is a book.  And maybe not THE Good Book, but at least A Good Book.

Delivering His Divine Message is my life�s work, and as I�ve said before, all proceeds from the book will go toward our pirate ship fund. Because as you know, global warming is the direct effect of the declining number of pirates, and His Noodliness, while he endorses boiling pasta, is against boiling the planet.  With your help, and with the sails blowing on our bad-ass pirate ship (with flags, cannons, and weevils in the flour barrels below deck), we can spread His Word and save the environment at the same time.

Remember that ours is a small boutique religion, but we have BIG ideas (some, arguably a bit al dente) and we must share this rich booty of ideas with others. Within the pages of The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, you will find FSM history, helpful propaganda, scientific evidence of His existence (including the 100% verifiable fact that no one has sued any school boards about us), as well as pictures and illustrations that surely test the limits of copyright law. But as pioneers we�re not afraid of a little controversy.

Since The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster goes on sale tomorrow, March 28th is a Holy day. I encourage you to dress in your Pirate�s best�paint one of your pant legs to resemble a wood finish, maybe wear an eye patch or get a parrot, and eat some cacciatore with a side of linguine. Then, go to your local bookstore to let them know that The Church of FSM is strong in your community. I can honestly say that if everyone on this e-mail list goes out and buys the book, it will be a bestseller. That would certainly get some people�s attention.

Our future is in our own hands.  And in His noodly appendage.
Bobby Henderson

Available today at Amazon, B&N, and Powells.


March 20, 2006

Bad Times in Big D

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Discovery Channel just started a new series, Perfect Disaster. Well, I love disaster movies and documentaries about disasters, plus I keep up on all the impending disasters I can, you know, like Avian Flu, the Reston, Va. strain of airborne Ebola from a few years ago, and of course, the Coming Global Superstorm. (Imagine, my shrink says that this is symptomatic of generalized anxiety disorder, like a normal person wouldn’t be concerned about these things as much as I am.)

So the very first episode of Perfect Disaster, aired last night, was about a Super Tornado (!) hitting Dallas! Where I live! Of course, I already knew that Big D sits at the apex of the three necessary conditions for tornado creation (and I’m sure you all do, too, so I won’t bore you with all that here.) But I had never heard the term, “super tornado.” How did I miss that!?!

The guy from the National Weather Service who always seems to be featured on these kinds of programs stood there in front of some houses in the neighborhood where Maxwell House is and said, “And the East Dallas neighborhood where I’m standing would be completely wiped out by the super tornado. It’s not a question of if, but WHEN.”

Oh. Thank you SO much for that. And my realtor thanks you, too. Asshat.

To top it off, last night we also happened to have the big drought-busting, frog-strangling FLOOD that we all knew was coming sooner or later. When I was driving around today, I saw neighborhood after neighborhood where there had been obvious flooding. But NOT on the street where Maxwell House is.

March 18, 2006

Does She or Doesn’t She?

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I went to the eye doctor yesterday because I need new glasses. The last time I went, my regular doc wasn’t there, so I saw a sub. The sub said, “Did you know you have cataracts?” Nooooo, no one had ever mentioned that before.

Today my regular doc was there, so I asked her to tell me more about the cataracts. She said she’d have to wait until after my eyes were dilated before she’d know if I had them. I told her that the last doc told me I had them, and that my eyes weren’t dilated then. She said the way to tell is by looking at the dilated eyes.

Turns out, I don’t have cataracts, just some yellowing of the lens, which is caused by aging normal processes.

I doubt the substitute doctor will be asked to come back.

March 16, 2006

National Women’s History Month

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In honor of National Women’s History Month, I’d like to tell you about the changes in women’s rights in my lifetime. So far. I’m 56, and I do hope there will be more for me to see.

Most young women probably don’t realize how things were for us a few decades ago. I’m not making these things up, so read on:

At one time or another in job interviews, I was legally asked:

Are you married?
Do you have any children?
Do you plan to have any children?
Are you pregnant now?
Do you take birth control?

Men could smoke in the office; women could not.

Women could not wear slacks to work.

Men were addressed as “Mr.” – women by their first names.

If a woman was unmarried, she was assumed to be looking for a husband.
If she was not looking for a husband, she was a “Career Girl,” or worse, a lesbian.

If a girl got pregnant in high school, she was expelled.

Out-of-wedlock pregnancies were not openly acknowledged. Usually, a girl would be sent by her parents, or a woman would go, to another state, country, or city, where she would wear a wedding band and say that her husband was in Vietnam. Single, unmarried mothers would wear a wedding band and say their husbands were killed in Vietnam.

Abortions were illegal. (Get ready to march in the streets over this one, sisters.)

I was a legal secretary, and when I typed the Notary’s acknowledgment for a woman’s signature, I had to add the words, “that she read the above document, and it was explained to her.

Women could not get credit in their own name.

Women did not make the same salaries for the same jobs as men (not that women could even get many of the same jobs as men.) Women were told, legally, that was because “men have families to support.” Employers cannot use that excuse today, but women still do not make as much money as men in the same jobs.

I’m sure I could think of others, as soon as I hit “Post.” For the women of my age group and older, please share your experiences.

March 14, 2006

Bimbos, Sushi, and Psycho Birds

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Oh Well, It Was Only One of 24

Jack Bauer’s daughter, Kim, returned in last night’s episode of 24. I suspect that this character was removed from the regular cast a few seasons ago because she was so annoyingly stupid. Unfortunately, Kim did not grow a brain during her absence. (Of course, I am talking about the character “Kim,” not the actress who plays her, Elisha Cuthbert.)

Killing Edgar off just about broke my heart, as well as Chloe’s.

A show that can evoke such emotions in its followers — heck, a show that has loyal followers who can’t miss even one of 24 episodes — obviously has great writers.

Sushi, Anyone?

Scroll down to see the “Smoked Worms and Coffee” sign from North Carolina. Didja ever stop to think that smoked worms must be for fish who don’t like sushi? Think about it.

Love Birds

One summer we had the psycho-insomniac mockingbird from hell in our magnolia tree. Why psycho? He sang at night. All night. I normally enjoy hearing these birds, and after all, they are the State Bird of Texas. But they’re a lot less enjoyable when you’re trying to get some sleep. It is illegal to kill a mockingbird in this State (not that we would actually kill any bird.) But on a couple of those sleepless nights, Tom went outside, got the waterhose, and sprayed the little begger. Finally, the psycho bird went off to sing at someone else. I feel kinda bad about that. The reason mockingbirds sing at night is because they have lost, or cannot find, a mate.

Well, now we have a psycho love bird. Her mate died, and the other two love birds in the aviary ignore her. Lisa hasn’t taken to chirping all night, yet. Just during the day. Like when you’re trying to read or write or hear the television or talk on the phone or to each other or to yourself or listen to music. Especially if you are trying to listen to music, because then all three birds start chirping. (BTW, they prefer Mozart to Wagner, and they think that the beeper on the microwave is another bird, so they keep calling to it.) I can’t say that Lisa sings, exactly. It’s more like … ranting. She gets on these rants and won’t quit. Spraying her with the garden hose won’t stop the problem. Besides, it’s an indoor aviary.

March 9, 2006

Here’s Something Fun

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Go here and you can upload a picture of yourself (or just use their model) and “try on” different kinds of makeup!

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