November 2004 archive

(44 entries)

November 29, 2004

In a very important marketing meeting

srah: When I was younger and I walked into a shoe store, I wasn't brand-loyal. I mean, I pretty much based my tennis shoe purchase on style and price. Performance was not an issue.
Robin: Yeah, you were just going to stand there and wait to get hit by a dodgeball!

It's hard to be cool when you hang around with people who have known you since you were five...

srah | 3:48 PM | TrackBack
Tags: friendship, robin

Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes and the top of my head and everywhere...

I've noticed today that people have been going to obscene lengths to hold doors for me. I'll be, like, eight feet away from the door and they'll wait for me. I've decided that this is either because:

a) I look DAAAAAAAAYUM good, or

b) I look DAAAAAAAAYUM bedraggled and pitiful.

Given the heavy snowfall, I'm inclined to believe the latter. But fear not; given my unswerving egotism, I'm also inclined to believe the former. I bet my eyelashes are quite fetching all caked with snow.

srah | 2:57 PM | TrackBack
Tags: fashion, weather

November 28, 2004

*hugs mommy*

Give your mom a hug.

Through BlogExplosion I came across the story of an Alaska girl who had her mother murdered and then seemed to think it was quite an inconvenience to her own life. From her livejournal:

"Just to let everyone know, my mother was murdered

I won't have computer acess until the weekend or so because the police took my computer to go through the hard drive. I thank everyone for their thoughts and e-mails, I hope to talk to you when I get my computer back."

This is despicable. Mums are precious commodities, folks.

[via someone whose blog I surfed away from but if you identify yourself I will link to you here!]

srah | 11:12 AM | Comments (14) | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

Unconscious Mutterings

Free associations galore! Get them while they're hot!

srah | 1:00 AM | Comments (3) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

November 27, 2004

Informal user survey

As I've mentioned before, my group presentation in my Marketing Management class is going to be on Converse footwear. We've been having a bit of trouble deciding what route we want to go because it seems there are so many different people who like Converse for so many different reasons. It fits into a lot of niches and it's hard to market towards just one segment or belief.

So I'm curious (and as long as I have all of those BlogExplosion people captive here for 30 seconds): What do you think of Converse shoes? What are the first things that come into your mind when you think of them? Who or what do you associate them with? Would you wear them? Why or why not?

(For those of you who were concerned, I ended up buying these for the presentation.)

srah | 12:35 AM | TrackBack
Tags: business school, converse, fashion, schoolwork, shoes

November 26, 2004

I didn't listen long enough to find out the real song...

I was listening to the radio in the car the other day and the DJ, in his radio-bantering fashion, announced that one of the next songs up would be a song by Badfinger that always makes him think of Michael Jackson.

Wha? I took a mental trip through the Badfinger lyrics that I know:

No matter what you are
I will always be with you
Doesn't matter what you do, girl
Ooh girl, with you

No matter what you do
I will always be around
Won't you tell me what you found, girl
Ooh girl, want you (No Matter What)
Guess I got what I deserved
Kept you waiting there too long, my love
All that time without a word
Didn't know you'd think that I'd forget or I'd regret
The special love I had for you, my baby blue (Baby Blue)
If you want it, here it is come and get it,
Mmmm, make your mind up fast
If you want it, anytime I can give it
But you better hurry cause it may not last (Come and Get It)
When you caught your train today
You took my heart and soul away
I can't wait 'til Friday night
To see you, touch you, hold you tight (Dear Angie)
I remember finding out about you
Every day, my mind is all around you
Looking out from my lonely room, day after day
Bring it home, baby, make it soon
I give my love to you

I remember holding you while you sleep
Every day, I feel the tears that you weep
Looking out of my lonely gloom, day after day
Bring it home, baby, make it soon
I give my love to you (Day After Day)
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore (Without You)

I am extremely glad that none of these songs remind me of Michael Jackson. Now I kind of wonder about the shared history Tom Ryan has with Jacko.

srah | 1:15 AM | Comments (0) | TrackBack
Tags: music

November 25, 2004

I am thankful that...

... MT has reinstalled and as far as I can tell, nothing is lost. Praise Jebus and pass the PEAS!

srah | 11:01 AM | Comments (8) | TrackBack

November 24, 2004

Overheard, on the consistency of today's precipitation

"It's like God's making snow cones!"
- a five-year-old girl that I made up so that you wouldn't know it's actually what I was thinking

srah | 6:18 PM | Comments (2) | TrackBack
Tags: weather

Optimism abounding!

Don't wanna wait 'til tomorrow
why put it off another day?
one by one, little problems
build up, and stand in our way. Oh

One step ahead, one step behind it
now you gotta run to get even
make future plans I'll dream about yesterday, hey!
come on turn, turn this thing around

- Right Now, Van Halen

I need to get my rear in gear and stop procrastinating. I am already doing better than I did last year. Occasionally I will start things several days before they are due. On the weekend I will catch myself wasting time and think 'You know, you could be doing work instead, and then you wouldn't have everything piled up on Monday night.' And sometimes when I think that, I will actually go and do the work rather than just thinking about it.

There are still, of course, significant chunks of time that just disappear because I'm hitting the "Get Mail" button over and over or checking to see if anyone's updated their blog when I know they haven't. But I think I'm getting better and am perhaps beginning on the right path.

srah | 4:45 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack

(Amanda sucks)

Amanda and I have been working on a project together all semester which was due yesterday. In addition to finishing the project, we had to tell the class about what we'd done. Amanda and I (or at least I) only really thought about this about a half an hour before class began. We jotted down some notes as to what we'd talk about and who'd say who, went to class, and saw the first group's PowerPoint slides on the screen.


Luckily there were plenty of groups who wanted to go before us, so we managed to throw some slides together, upload them to my webspace, and sort of look like we had come to class all prepared and stuff. It's nice to know that PowerPoint slides thrown together at the last minute and at great expense look exactly like well-thought out ones. There isn't much of an art to PowerPoint - it's all in what you've got to say. And we had things to say in droves.

Go Team!

srah | 4:22 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

Interesting fact: I breathe

mindless drivel recently blogged about the blather/chat session on Jeopardy! where Alex Trebek talks to contestants about interesting (or more frequently uninteresting) facts about themselves:

"It's easy to sit here and make fun of these people and say how boring their lives must be. But then I start to wonder, "What would it say on my card?" I mean, honestly, how many of our lives feature moments that are interesting when told in fifteen second summaries?"

Indeed. I often think that the reason I didn't make it on College Jeopardy was a) that I was still 18 Year Old Srah (timid and shy and scared was I, of things beyond my ken) and b) I couldn't come up with anything interesting to say for my personal facts.

What the hell? I had just been to France for a week as a school trip! Somehow I never find France an exciting or interesting thing to talk about. My dog had just bitten my friend on the nose! Well, that was an interesting fact about the dog, not me. I had sat in the hallway with my friends for weeks on end, working on a project wherein we made those hand-holding paper dolls and drew faces and clothes on each one so that we had one for every person on our hall! Yes, perhaps best not to admit that.

I think there are probably many interesting facts about me but the problem is that I live with me. Nothing I do is new or interesting to me because I've already lived it.

What's interesting about you, contestant?

srah | 1:18 PM | TrackBack
Tags: jeopardy!

Ain't got no skillz

I still haven't worked out all of my problems with the upgrade to Movable Type 3.12. Because of this, I haven't been able to install the anti-comment-spam plugin MT-Blacklist. I just put up with it for a while but today I have been hit by so much spam that my webhost has temporarily disabled the script that runs my comments.

Fudge. I think I may have to do a complete reinstall. Hopefully commenting will be back sometime tonight and I won't just... say... lose my entire blog. Sigh.

srah | 12:58 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack


I used to be a lot more interested/obsessed with my website traffic and trying to get new readers and joining every link-swap device and directory available. I think I'm kind of at a point now where I'd just like to know who's reading and whether they like it.

But Buzz was recently talking about BlogExplosion and I thought I'd give it a try. You surf around other people's sites and collect "credits" that translate into page views for other people who are surfing. It encourages people to explore new blogs and I've found a few interesting ones in my surfing.

What surprises me is that so many people are blogging about BlogExplosion. You only ever see the front page with the most recent posts, so that means that people have been talking about it recently. Do these people just talk about their blog statistics all the time, or has everyone just joined, like me?

Anyway, BlogExplosion. Try it - you might like it.

srah | 12:27 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack

November 22, 2004

You may consider shenanigans called

How can you make a movie version of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire without Percy Weasley? I love that dirty rotten slimeball, but I could accept them cutting him out of Prisoner of Azkaban. Sometimes when you make a movie, things have to go and Percy wasn't really vital to the plot.

But Percy is very important to Goblet of Fire. He's Barty Crouch's mouthpiece when he's missing! Percy is also very important to the fifth book, but if we jump from Chamber of Secrets to Order of the Phoenix, we will be seriously lacking in character development. He will be a stranger to the movie-going audience!

Poo to you, moviemakers. Poo to you with knobs on.

srah | 7:22 PM | TrackBack
Tags: harry potter, harry potter and the goblet of fire, movies

His toes aren't that cute

I am still at the point of maturity where I like to choose my Band-Aid™s based on the cartoon character on them rather than getting sensible flesh-colored or clear ones.

Or perhaps I just like the smooth, sticky feel of Yoda against my skin.






It's, uh, the former. Really.

srah | 3:13 PM | TrackBack
Tags: star wars, yoda

November 21, 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

Once again, it's not the middle of the night. Well, at least my stress-induced facial tic is making my eye twitch. That's sorta crazy, right?

srah | 12:17 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

November 20, 2004

A virtual chicken in every virtual pot!

Wizbang is again hosting its Weblog Awards. I actually did surprisingly well last year! Nominations have begun if there's anything you'd like to nominate me (or your favorite sites) for...

I am ranked #3846 in the Blogosphere Ecosystem, which makes me a Slithering Reptile, two categories up from last year's Flippery Fish ranking. The first place finisher in my category last year, sweetness follows..., has already evolved into a Flappy Bird, so it looks like I'll have different competition this time. Wish me luck!

I've listed all of the categories in the extension. Visit the 2004 Weblog Awards nominations category to nominate sites!

srah | 11:32 AM | Comments (4) | TrackBack

The stupid dog only needs to stay alive until Monday

Dear Girl Who Lives in My House,

I have been studying the ways of your species for some time. I do not understand why, between roughly the hours of midnight and seven AM every night, you turn off all of the lights in the house and lie on one piece of furniture for hours on end. Perhaps it's some kind of religious ritual or you are mimicking the rising and setting of the sun, or maybe you can't afford to have the lights on all day. You can't possibly be sleeping all that time. You sleep all through the day like me, right? And why would you need darkness and special furniture to sleep, when I can fall asleep on the floor in a brightly-lit room? Unfortunately, I am too short to see what's going on up there.

So anyway, I understand how important sleep is, but I also recognize that you're probably not doing it, you faker. I suspect that these places you call "work" and "school" are really big naptime establishments and that you're probably just lying there now, bored and in need of entertainment. So since you're not doing anything important, I have no problem barking and whining at 3:30 AND at 5:00 that I want to go out. I want to go out! Wanting to go out knows no time!

I don't know if you noticed, but I picked tonight especially for my late-night excursions. I heard you say that you had a "headache" before you turned out all of the lights. I bet that a "headache" is some kind of treat, so you're in a good mood. Plus, it's raining, so we got to have that togetherness-time while you wipe my feet off! Both times! I don't know what you were muttering under your breath, but I'm sure it was sweet nothings. Then you got back onto that mysterious piece of furniture and you sang a little song with your teeth because you were so happy to have spent time with me! [ed.-- That was shivering and teeth-chattering, you moron.]


The Demon Dog

srah | 5:09 AM | TrackBack
Tags: howie, open letters

November 19, 2004

'To be angry is to be human'???

I hate umbrellas. They're coarse and rough and irritating, but here everything is soft and smagggghhh--

Sorry, no, that's sand. Let's start over.

I hate umbrellas. I killed them. I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women and the children, too! They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals! I hate them!

Hmmm. Not quite.

I hate umbrellas. They never work correctly for me. You have to hold the stupid thing, so you never have a free hand to do anything. Rain hardly ever falls straight down, so I end up getting wet anyway, from the sideways/diagonal rain. I am short, so when people share an umbrella with me, I am hit even harder with the sideways/diagonal rain and shouldn't even bother being underneath. And because I am short, when other people have umbrellas and I don't, they drip all of their umbrella-juice right onto my head. They take up a lot of space, they drip all over and get mildewy and smelly and they poke people in the eye. We should all just get damn raincoats.

But now I have my lovely Grown Up coat and I don't want to get it wet, so I brought along an umbrella today, as a Grown Up would. It was completely pointless and I got all wet anyway, but... you know... it made sense at the time.

You are asking me to be rational. That is something I know I cannot do.

Note: In researching for this post, I found 78 Reasons to Hate Star Wars: Episode 1, a site which is beautiful and true and lovely and all that is right with the world.

srah | 12:17 PM | TrackBack
Tags: quote, star wars, star wars: the phantom menace, umbrellas

November 18, 2004

The only time in my life I will ever wish for cold weather

I got my first Big Girl Coat* about a month ago in a size that I will not reveal to you because you will hate me. Once I got it home, I decided it was too big and ordered the coat a size lower. Until I got around to returning the unwanted coat to the store, I would not allow myself to wear the one I was keeping. It was my way of making sure I actually got around to it.

I returned the coat to the store yesterday and decided that my coat would make its debut today. I picked all of my clothes out yesterday so that I would be sure to wear something appropriate to the fanciness-level of a Big Girl Coat. I was quite excited to put on my coat, wrap a scarf around my neck... and swelter.

It's sixty-fucking-three degrees out today. Everyone was wearing t-shirts and I was wearing wool. Where did that come from? Weather, are you conspiring to ruin my unveiling?

* meaning a coat that is not bright yellow and has no velcro on it. Here it is if you want to see.

srah | 1:38 PM | TrackBack
Tags: coats, fashion


Oops. Forgot to register for classes this morning. Doesn't matter in the least - four hours later, all of my classes are still open.

Hey, this may be the last time I ever register for classes!


srah | 1:26 PM | Comments (2) | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

November 17, 2004

Compendium epistolaritus

Dear WNIC,

All this fake-ass pre-Thanksgiving Christmasery is driving me nuts. It is harder and harder for me to resist decorating the blog for the holidays.

Your somewhat loyal fan,

Dear Stupid Band On The Radio Who Used The Phrase "supersize our tragedy,"

Oh my god, you suck. What the hell was that?


Dear Saleswoman at Ann Taylor,

I'm sorry I argued with you. You said the coat I was returning had been paid for with a check and I argued that it had been bought with a credit card and went on and on with my explanation when you knew the truth and could see the truth written on the receipt. I'm sorry I wasted our time because although I had reread the receipt a million times before returning the coat I somehow managed to miss that detail every time.


P.S. Are you from Australia or something? You talk funny.

Dear Girl Who Called My Office Today,

I just wanted to let you know that I hated you because you thought everything I said was just so great but you wouldn't actually listen to anything I was saying. Plus, you thought you were pretty cool because you were from New York City.

She Who Answered The Phone

Dear Earth (and jday),



Dear U2,

I really hate that song that starts "Uno... dos... tres... catorce!" Catorce means fourteen. Why did you jump from three to fourteen? Does it mean something, or were you just pretending to know how to speak Spanish? Please re-record the beginning of the song so that I can go back to ignoring and really not caring about your music instead of actively hating it.


srah | 6:25 PM | TrackBack
Tags: barbie, christmas, holidays, jude deveraux, music, open letters, u2, wnic, work

*cough cough*... I think I have the grey lung, pop

Wool makes me crazy*. I am wearing a wool sweater, a long-sleeved shirt and a tank top and somehow the wool is still managing to make me itch through all of that. Fibers from the wool are also slowly filling my lungs and making me cough uncontrollably. My mouth is dry and I think the wool is to blame for that - sucking the moisture out of my body or the air around me or something. Later, I'm sure the sweater will jump on my face and try to suffocate me.

Curse you, International Sheep Conspiracy!

* Actually, I think I really am mentally unstable, which only looks worse that I'm crazy and doing the crazy thing of trying to blame my insanity on wool. *cries*

srah | 12:20 PM | Comments (5) | TrackBack

November 14, 2004

'Will I ever know/ the sweet 'hello'/ that's meant for only me?'

When Jez was here, he made fun of me when I revealed to him that at age 8, I had a huge crush on Oliver Twist in the musical Oliver!. The boy has the voice of an angel! I still have a crush on him, no matter how sick and weird that is!

Which fictional characters have you had crushes on?

Notice I didn't phrase that, Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?. No, I am a dork and I expect everyone else to be just as geeky as I am. So with no further ado, I bring you:

A brief summary of srah's other fictional-character-crushes

(Yes, just a brief summary. I'm sure there have been millions. Just in case you didn't think I was pathetic enough already.)

Note: This post originally began as a draft on June 6, 2003! It has taken almost a year and a half for me to be able to bring myself to post it! Stop laughing!

srah | 3:44 PM | TrackBack
Tags: anne of green gables, boys, dmitri, gilbert blythe, norman bates

Unconscious Mutterings

Somehow when I do this in the afternoon, my free associations are less insane than when I do them in the middle of the night. Sigh. I like insane.

srah | 1:19 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

November 13, 2004

Fame is fickle, and so are reindeer

"You know Dasher and Dancer
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid
And Donner and Blitzen.
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?"

At some point, someone had to hear this song for the first time. And they didn't know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. They didn't even know the most famous reindeer of all. I wonder if they felt like they should.

"Donner? Oh yeah, I know him. He's that... guy... who did that thing. Everybody knows about him. Don't you worry - I know Donner. And don't even get me started on Prancer."

[I suspect this post may be completely insane. I'm going to go back to sleep, without Christmas music this time, and see how I feel when I wake up again.]

srah | 8:02 AM | TrackBack
Tags: holidays, music


I dreamt last night that I was approached in the graduate library and asked if I wanted to be in a band. Apparently someone's entertainment had fallen through and they needed to form a band quickly. So I ended up in a band with Matt and with Joe from Team America: World Police. Joe was a human rather than a puppet in the dream, but that didn't really make it much better because we were still completely unmatched. Our "manager" found a piece of tape to put on Joe's face and lip so that he would have a permanent sneer, like Elvis. We put a whole lot of eye makeup on Matt, including blue mascara with peach highlights. I don't think they did anything to me, but I was wearing ripped jeans and a flannel shirt.

Once we started playing, I started to wake up a little, to the point where I could hear the dream-music my brain was generating interlaid with the radio station my alarm clock was playing. I still haven't gotten around to changing my alarm away from the station that has already switched to their All Christmas Music, All the Time lineup, so it was some kind of awful mixture of Elvis/hair band/grunge AND Christmas.

srah | 7:44 AM | TrackBack
Tags: dream

November 12, 2004

'All those who didn't indulge in inadvertent cannibalism this evening take a step forward. Max, Toby, not so fast.'

I left work today and checked my cell phone to see if I had any new messages. "INSERT SIM CARD," said my cell phone.

I froze with fear*.

In the book I've been trying to read for a month now, all of the characters, who are trapped on an island, have the SIM cards in their cell phones removed. Then they get lost in the woods, accidentally eat the chef for dinner and get hunted for sport.

I have to assume that when your SIM card is missing, that means you are in for the same. Luckily, turning the phone off and on has revealed that the card is, in fact, still there.

Safe! ... for now.

* I may be exaggerating. Which is good, because I think I was halfway across State Street at the time and freezing with fear there would mean sudden death.

srah | 4:25 PM | TrackBack
Tags: christopher brookmyre

'It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces'

My mom and I just watched Bridget Jones's Diary in preparation for the sequel, which comes out this weekend. When the movie was over, my mom set off to clean house.

Inspired by the fact that Colin Firth/Mark Darcy/Mr Darcy is adorable and everything that is wonderful, I got out my homework and popped Pride and Prejudice into the DVD player. My mom wandered in with her dustcloth, saw the DVD menu, threw the dustcloth into the air and leapt into the recliner with a surprising agility for someone who's just had a total knee replacement.

"What, you didn't want to do anything, did you?" I said, gesturing to her dustcloth.

"Not for the next five hours, I won't!"

Another triumph for distraction!

srah | 3:44 PM | TrackBack
Tags: bridget jones's diary, jane austen, movies, pride and prejudice, srahmom

Libraries, libraries everywhere/ Nor any book to read

I dream of a day where I will read books. Books that are not textbooks. Books that are in no way related to Information Architecture or Marketing or Reference Librarianship. Books that involve made-up characters, doing things like getting murdered. No one ever gets murdered in my InfoArch book and it really burns me up!

I may have a brief chance to read such a thing ("fiction," I believe they call it, although it's been so long that the name sounds strange to me) during Christmas Break, but then it's another few months of non-fiction until I graduate.

Grownups, will there ever be a day when I can read again? Does Real Life include the joy of reading for fun? If so, sign me up!

srah | 11:37 AM | Comments (8) | TrackBack
Tags: books

So practical! I can wear them with anything!

I came to a point a few weeks ago where I realized I had enough shoes and I couldn't justify buying any others. There were no more shoes I needed.

It was horrifying. What is there to live for, if not for the acquisition of shoes?

Thankfully, my Marketing Management group has decided to do our December presentation on Converse™ footwear and have decided that we should all buy a pair of Converse™ to wear to the presentation. This resulted in a sizable portion of our Sunday meeting being devoted to surfing the Converse™ store and oohing and aaahing over the different styles.

O thank god for academic-shoe-justification!

(I am looking at these.)

srah | 9:44 AM | TrackBack
Tags: business school, converse, fashion, schoolwork, shoes

November 11, 2004


My dreams last night were full of frustration at receiving counterfeit money in change ($3 and $4 bills!) and being bored at a friend's summer camp. I wanted to wake up just to escape the malaise.

srah | 1:46 PM | TrackBack
Tags: dream

November 9, 2004

It may or may not have been pooping

Do you remember that one time I fought a bear?


There is a remote possibility that this may not have happened. However, I've run it past a few people and at least three of them, when asked 'Remember that time I fought a bear?' could remember various intricate details of the bear story, so that I was able to reconstruct that it was Chris' pet polar bear that I met in the woods and that I cried and then stabbed the bastard. The bear, not Chris.

I simply can't believe that these people would lie to me or help me to concoct invented memories, so it must be true.

Go me!

srah | 11:15 PM | Comments (5) | TrackBack

'If you're on fire, show me!'

Apparently I can't answer Alfie's musicals quiz all by myself.


srah | 6:12 PM | Comments (2) | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

'Don't worry, sir... they'll ride up with wear.'

When I left the house this morning, my pants were too long... and now they're just right.

I don't know how to feel about this.

srah | 1:27 PM | TrackBack

November 7, 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

Associations have been freed from the seething turmoil of my mind.

Or something.

srah | 10:42 AM | Comments (0) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

November 5, 2004

Forget politics; let's talk about ME for a change

The atmosphere is rather heavy around here. So here is something light and fluffy and completely stupid:

Take yet another test about me!

srah | 10:06 AM | Comments (11) | TrackBack
Tags: srah


I dreamt about President Bush again last night, perhaps influenced by one of Bryan Adams' latest posts. This time rather than campaigning, the president was in the Oval Office, sitting down to start some work again. The Oval Office had fences and bulletproof plastic all around it so he was very lonely and kept trying to start conversations with people who walked by. While I hadn't minded him being stupid in my last dream where we were just hanging out together, it really bothered me that he had the mind of a small child in this one, because he was supposed to be working.

srah | 8:06 AM | TrackBack
Tags: dream

November 3, 2004

60% of Michigan voters can bite me

Screw you, Michigan. And screw you, Arkansas, Georgia, Kentucky, Mississippi, Montana, Oklahoma, Ohio and Utah.

In Michigan, this piece of shit says that "the union of one man and one woman in marriage shall be the only agreement recognized as a marriage or similar union for any purpose." (emphasis mine).

Way to go, America. Who needs civil rights, anyway? I don't know how someone could justify voting for something that so blatantly discriminates.

In other news, it looks like we're up for four more years of the rest of the world hating us and our president trying to convince us that America is better than everyone else and that he is protecting us from all the bad guys so we should just shut up and behave ourselves. Dissent is unpatriotic, yo!

srah | 7:35 AM | TrackBack
Tags: marriage, michigan, politics

November 2, 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

Free associations. Get them while they're hot!

srah | 11:47 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

Super King Kamehameha Bee-yotch Blogmeet

Wednesday Wednesday Wednesday... all under one roof... for one night only. It's A Very Special Tuesday Night At The McN----s' On Wednesday, starring:

and a bunch of suckahs who ain't got no blog.

srah | 4:54 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack

The, blog, the.

I hate Movable Type 3.12. Any volunteers to help me troubleshoot? My application interface disappeared for a while, but for some reason is back. I don't know what's happening, but I suspect witchcraft. Hey, comments seem to work again but still don't show up in the application. WTF? I hate this!

srah | 1:54 PM | Comments (2) | TrackBack

Me so political!

"A Washington Post analysis of 11 swing states found no less than 33 different combinations that would result in a 269-269 Electoral College tie.

Under the 12th amendment to the US constitution, in case of a tie, the House of Representatives chooses the president. Because Republicans will probably control the House, President Bush would be likely to win.

But the Senate chooses the vice-president, making it theoretically possible that Mr Bush could be saddled with John Edwards as his second-in-command."

- BBC News - Q&A: What if there is no clear winner?

Ha! Vive la cohabitation, suckahs!

srah | 1:11 PM | TrackBack
Tags: politics, united states

Democracy, meh.

"Do you understand the ballot? Is this your first time voting?"

Screw you, lady! I've been eligible for six years!

Why didn't I absentee-vote? Lines were terrible, especially for my particular "precent" (as it was labeled all over my middle school gym).

I voted. After doing so, I realized that I think both candidates are stupid and I don't want either representing me for the next four years, but I don't have a lot of choice. It's done. So there. Vote NO on Proposal 2 - it's the only thing I really care about.

Here's a fun headline: Long queues as America votes

Blah. Let's sleep until the results come in and we have to start packing to move to Canada... no matter who wins.

srah | 11:48 AM | TrackBack
Tags: election 2004, voting

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