My brain, set on 'shuffle'...

Thank you, CT, for making sure your drivers take off when I'm all of 10 yards away from the bus door three times in the last fortnight. I'm sure that half-second of saved time is appreciated by everyone on the bus, and I don't mind that half-second costing me an additional 20 minutes at the curb.

Are you watching "Carrier" on PBS? You should. I'm liking it. Did you know Mel Gibson exec produced?

Hello, Spring. But -- what's with the psycho, schizoid weather? Snow in April?

I just finished all the 'Horatio Hornblower' DVDs. I demand they make more. I'm also crushing on the cast, but that's something else.

The politic response: Unable to attend due to financial reasons (2 weddings this summer that I'll be travelling for). The impolitic response: Not even family can make me drag my butt to Boise, sorry. But have fun!

Doctor Who and Torchwood are, without doubt, 2 of the finest hours of TV out there - along with Top Gear, which makes me laugh like a drain.

My life in a nutshell? "Could do... Can't be arsed." Vive l'apathetique! (or the regular pathetic)

RAUCUS CAUCUS! RAUCUS CAUCUS!

I got my constitutional republic/representative democracy on this weekend.

I came, I saw, I caucused.

I've never been to a caucus before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. I thought either it would be lecture-y and dull (a few people get up to talk about their candidates, blah blah blah platformcakes) or sorta Jerry Springer with everyone shouting over each other. It was neither.

I headed over about 20 minutes early and I'm glad I did -- there were so many people I still wound up parking about a block away. There were six or seven precincts meeting at the same venue, and the main room was quite packed already. I had to pull my voter registration card to find which precinct I was, but I could've found my precinct by looking around -- about half of the people around the table were folks I recognized from around my complex.

After signing in and realizing that there were all of two people in the room that had ever caucused before or knew what we were actually doing -- plus realizing we couldn't hear ourselves think -- we adjourned to a neighboring room. There were about 40 to 45 of us total - many had signed in and run (which you can totally do - I was thinking of it myself, but decided to stay on for the full experience) but about 20 or so of us stuck around.

The whole process sounds a lot more complicated than it actually was. People could sign in with a presidential preference or as undecided. We counted who was for what candidate, gave those that were inclined about a minute to express their opinion on why their person was superior (all the better to sway the undecideds or maybe bring someone over from another camp). We had a second count, crunched the numbers for actual delegates, then met in sub-groups by candidate to decide who'd go on to the next step as a delegate or alternate.

The number crunching took the most time. Oy, the math. The 'cheat sheet' the Committee handed us read like stereo instructions and contained complicated formuli... fortunately, we were few enough that the provided spreadsheet did the math for us. I wound up being the secretary, jotting down notes and initial figures and gathering any resolutions folks wanted to pass on for discussion at the next levels.

All in all, 2 hours reasonably well spent. Interesting to be a part of the process.

... and to all a good night!

Santa looked like daddy,
Or daddy looked like him.
It's not the way I had him pictured,
Santa was a' much too thin.
He didn't come down the chimney,
So momma must have let him in.
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him…


When I was in preschool, Santa came to the party we had after our Christmas Program.

I’d never had a problem with multiple Santas – after all, I knew the REAL one worked at the downtown Bon, where Nanna took us for photos. The rest were just stand-ins, nice guys who would lend St. Nick a hand during his busy season.

This stand in, however, was different. While he was busy ‘ho ho ho’-ing, I was busy trying to figure out why he sounded so familiar. And gee, his eyebrows… they’d been painted white-ish, sure, but I knew those eyebrows. They looked like Dad’s. I asked Santa who he really was, but he just declared “Why, I’m Santa Claus!”

Not helpful.

By the end of the afternoon, I was convinced, but Santa refused to cop to being anyone’s Dad. I left off asking Santa at the party, but grilled Daddy mercilessly at home that night. Dad, however, knew nothing about the preschool Santa. He’d been to the program, but he hadn’t been able to come to the party until later – after Santa had left. I didn’t buy it. Sounded too much like Clark Kent never being seen at the same time as Superman. So, as any like-minded 4-year old is wont to do, I filed it away and threw myself into the pre-Christmas bacchanal.

As I got older, I’d ask Dad about it sometimes, and he’d never confirm or deny… but I finally wormed it out of him when I was in my late teens/early 20’s. He’d played Santa for my preschool party.

Do I still believe in Santa?

… well, I do believe in a guy with a beard who gives me presents. I always will.

Merry Christmas/holiday of your choice, all!

I believe I can fly...

Dude. Just.... dude. Who said humans aren't meant to fly?

"In Review" (with musical accompaniment)

As if the staring down the barrel of my impending birthday didn't get me reflective enough, those reflections now have a soundtrack.

On today's concert calendar I hear the Presidents of the United States of America are playing tonight at the Pyramid Brewery. I remember the first time I saw them -- it was '94 or maybe '95. It was the Moore, I was with the unrequited-crush-du-jour, and they were opening for - wait for it - They Might Be Giants. (Talk about your quirk-rock dream bill!) The show was a blast, and I've followed both bands with interest since.

Version .94 of me had her whole life ahead of her still. She was as optimistic as I ever get about the future. Then, it was just a question of time before I'd have "a life" (the stereotypical 'settle down with husband, mortgage and kids' scenario)... and if the "life" wasn't forthcoming, I'd have a career instead.

And version .07? Has neither. And is learning to content herself with that while be simultaneously embittered about the need to do so.

"I wish that I could help you feel the cool breeze
Set up an IV of sanity
Say there's a spy in one half of your brain
Spyin' on the other half and drivin' you insane..."

Hey Lunatic, indeed.

Dear Universe...

Hi. It's me. Your punching bag. Quit it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have the health, shelter, food, employment and family stuff covered. I'm painfully aware of how petty my complaints are, by and large. But I still got 'em.

I'm not saying I want sunshine, puppies and rainbows 24/7... but could you maybe just space things out a little bit? Maybe let me recover just a touch before you continue the next assault?

Seriously, you're ruining my Hallowe'en. I LOVE Hallowe'en, and I've been dealing with such a freakin' shitstorm I can't enjoy it anymore. So stop already.

Thanks.

PS 3WA Secret Pal person? I don't mean you. You are AWESOME. With ham and jam and Spam on it.

Y'say you want to overdose on the cute?

I'm here to help.  (Disclaimer:  I'm not a cat person.  However, these are KILLING me.)

Take THAT:



and THAT!