Thanksgiving Catch-up

You know how it is during the holidays… I’ll prolly be more sporadic than usual in my log entries.

Hmmm, let’s see, last time was right after the Halloween party. Still no pix, SORRY! I tell ya, I have no equipment and despite the fact that I got a FREE scanner at my local users group Swapfest, the damn thing has no findable software so it’s useless. BAH! If anyone has heard of RealTech Scan 800 scanners, shoot me a line.

Oh, the birthday thing was fun: got a real, pump-driven espresso machine (not one of those bullshit little boiler things) from Andy and lots of yummy sushi and sake from my friends. We had a good time at Nickiemotos.

Also on the free/swap front, I swapped the dead PowerComputing box for a couple of Powerbook 520c batteries and cables. Seemed like a good swap at the time, but now my PB won’t acknowledge ANY battery I insert. What a pisser. Good thing I don’t rely on the battery power for it.

What else…well, Andy and I went to my parents’ casa for Turkey Day. No events there. Heh, my life has sucked balls lately!! If anyone else has a life, please email me and tell me what it’s like, wouldja?? I have had precious little contract work this month, but…

I am in the middle of interviewing for a real, live internet job! Hey, that’s pretty exciting! The problem with that is a) I did a homework assignment for them that they haven’t commented on b) they appear to be too busy to tell me if I got the job or not and c) I am stone cold BROKE in the meantime.  It’s been almost 2 weeks now and nada. I’ve talked to the HR wench, but I am not convinced that she has a clue. I actually like this HR chick a lot, I just doubt how much influence she has in the whole scenario.

Has anyone noticed this background? I was using it for my resume background a long time ago, when I realized that it is very lewd. I LIKE it!! Gee, I wonder if the background scared away prospective employers? heh heh heh

As for big thoughts today, well, I guess I don’t really have any. I haven’t read anything provoking lately, just the ridiculous shlock that the Atlanta Journal-Constitution claims is news. I did see Toy Story 2 yesterday. It was great! It lifted my spirits a bit and it was entertaining enough that all the brats in the theatre were actually quiet during the movie.

Wish me luck with the job, and have a great week.

Birthdays and stuff

The Halloween party was a huge success. There were a coupla hundred people there and the costumes were fabulous. Alas, the band only got to play one set, due to the DeKalb county fuzz that busted us. The good news is that apparently extremely loud STEREO music outdoors is perfectly fine with DeKalb county. The stereo was louder than the band was at one point. I nipped that quickly, however, since it was MY stereo and it had begun to clip a little on the low end. I was very impressed with our 18 year old system (Technics and JBL)–it rocked the house, baybee!

I got a burst of inspiration as I was putting Manic Panic Vampire Red in my hair, and I ended up being an android. The set up is that Prof. Einstein (andy) made me as his lovely assistant. I used the liquid latex as my android breastplating and some metal tape dressed up with the appropriate buttons and gauges as the control panel. I used Andy’s silver hair paint to give myself a nice silver tinge and added purple lipstick to finish the look. My hair was magenta, and very BIG. The lovely Michelle and her big haired hubby Tim graced us with their presence and so did Dani and Allen. I hope to have pix up this week. Regular cameras are such a DRAG!!! If anyone would like to unload a digital camera, please ask for my address. You can send it anytime. ;-)

Today, I finally got off my slacker ass and designed Diary of a Dog. It is 20 paragraphs and I think you’ll like it. If you’d like to contact Eryn, the author, please email me your comments and I’ll forward them.

I hope to have another work by a friend up soon. It is called Words I Sleep With and I hope to have some of the original layout included. It is a collection of poetry by several women in our social circle.

Oh, and about that birthday thing…Well, mine is next week. Yes, November 11 is the day of my birth. I am a Sun sign Scorpio, Sagitarius rising with a Gemini moon. I know: what a mess! I have the intensity of Scorp, the tactlessness of Sag and the chattiness and changeability of a Gemini. All gifts and donations can be sent to me here. :-D

My yoga class was interestingly off track last night. We did energy work rather than yoga. I am not much into touchy-feely stuff, but the work we did was pretty cool. We formed a circle of energy around a volunteer, then we laid our hands on her while channeling energy. All participants felt warm and fabulous after the exercise. It was like doing a ritual for me. I mentioned that to my teacher afterwards and she seemed suprised about it. I don’t know why, since energy work is energy work–even if it’s called magick by some.

Enjoy the week. Om shanti.


The whole hostage episode ended the next day (Monday) at about 2:30pm. I’d just gotten back from the grocery when a VERY loud boom rocked my building. It was a concussion grenade that the SWAT team used to blow out the back door. They also used 10 teargas canisters.

The woman that had been held ran out of the apartment when the perpetrator fell asleep. He immediately shot himself behind the right ear. He did not die immediately, but he never regained consciousness and died a couple of days later. Thankfully.

I got an interesting call the other day, from an old associate that I worked with at SoftKey (aka The Learning Company). It seems that he is managing some small computer stores up in Knoxville and he wants me to manage for him when they open here in Atlanta. The pay is very good for retail ($45k). I’m interested in the income, but selling frankenstein PC boxes is not my idea of joy. I will NOT have to work on them at all (supposedly). I’ll just bet that they will put the first one way out in bumfuck Alpharetta or somewhere else equally as repugnant. And they’ll want me to drive all that way in the lovely Atlanta gridlock as well. Ummm, no thanks. I would be an unbearable bitch if I had to deal with that everyday! (Go ahead. Laugh. I know you will anyway!)

The most fabulous holiday of the year is only a few days away! Samhain (pronounced SOW ahn, like cow on. Eh, it’s Gaelic, don’t ask…), or Halloween, is my very favourite holiday. For Wicca and other nature based religions, Samhain is a festival of the harvest and the traditional slaughter of the animals that will not make it through the winter. Of course, very few of us prepare our own meat, so that part is not practised much any more, but the harvest and ensuing celebration of the generous Earth is practised extensively. If you’d like more info on Wicca or other non-mainstream religions, please visit the ultimate Craft site: Witchvox.

In Mexico, Oct. 31st is the Day of the Dead, a very important religious occasion to revere and hang out with your dead ancestors. Food and drink is taken out to the family plots and everyone spends the night out in the cemeteries. Skulls and skeletons made of sugar are a favourite treat. Don’t ya just love the way Catholicism and the tribal religions blended down there? I think it’s fascinating.

For my little tribe here in Decatur, Halloween is not religious, but just a damn good party! My friend Jody has the Wild Kingdom Halloween Party every year (this is the 4th), complete with a theme and everything. Last year it was Prom Night. This year it is Celebrities. I have no idea who I’m gonna be . I was gonna do latex again this year, but it’s too cold, so I must go thrifting and see what I can scrounge up. Andy is gonna be Einstein. Very appropriate, since he is a neuroscientist and he is way too smart for his own good. I’ll try to post pix…

Well, that’s all for this week. It has been blissfully uneventful other than getting a new furnace today that sounds like a freaking freight train. I’ll prolly get NO sleep tonight due the frightful noise. Even the cats are freaked out by it!

Om shanti.

Extra: Mustang Theft and Jesus Freaks

We got the Mustang back from the jaws of oblivion. Thursday October 14 we came home after a Thrashers game to find a voicemail from the cops telling us that they had the car. Of course we couldn’t get any other info until the next day, but it was back home by Friday afternoon.

It appears that the slack asses at Emory University Police Department just couldn’t manage to put all those pesky numbers into the stolen car database, so our car sat at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in south Atlanta for a week before it was towed to a lot. There was minimal damage, which is a damn good thing since it was not covered for theft. We’ll get whatever the insurance company decides to give us for the damages and I guess Andy will ask for a new car stereo for Christmas.

I was accosted by a Jesus Freak the other day at the laundromat. Believe it or not, that is the first time I’ve actually had to fend off a fire and brimstone fundamentalist christian with a gleam in his eye. And let me tell you, it was the most annoying AND the most fun thing I’ve had happen in a while!

I was stuffing a washer when this guy pulls up in a big truck with a Jesus Saves license plate. I noticed, but hey, this is the Bible Belt baybee and you learn to overlook these things. But then the guy walked in and he was wearing a Jesus Saves T shirt as well. Ok, NOW I am decidedly not looking at him and trying to look busy with the laundry.

He gets his clothes and chats with the Taiwanese guy who runs the place then he leaves. “Whew!” I think, as I add laundry soap.

Then he comes back in. “Oh, BALLS!!”, I think, as he approaches.

“That isn’t your little red Honda out there is it?”, he asks.

“Yes, it is”, I reply, thinking that perhaps he had tagged it while backing out or something.

“But you look like a very intelligent woman”, he says.

Seeing the evangelical gleam in his eye, I cringe inwardly and say, “Ummm, yes?”

“Well, I just noticed that you have that blasphemous evolution fish on your car…”, he ventures.

Feeling my blood start to boil and the FIGHT response start to well up, I cut him off, “Look, DON’T accost me, please.”

“Wha–?” he replies.

“I said, do NOT accost me!” I exclaim.

“Well, you don’t have to be hostile…” he sniffs. “I was just saying that you couldn’t possibly believe that because you look so intelligent.”

Uh-oh, he went there. He actually went there! Taming my anger as best I could, I respond, “I have multiple Degrees, if you must know. You are judging me and implying that I am not intelligent because I have different views than you. Your intolerance simply indicates your inherent intellectual ineptitude and I do NOT want to hear it. I do not harass anyone for their personal views and neither should you.”

He stands there, mouth agape. I assume he is trying to figure out what I just said, seeing as how many of the words are multisyllabic. After a moment, he says, “Believing in that stuff will send you to hell!”

“What if I don’t believe in hell?”, I retort.

Totally aghast at this, he asserts, “Well, I can show you in the Bible where–“.

I cut him off with, “Oh, you mean that book written and edited by King James and his friends?”

Losing all semblance of civility (and sense, I might add), he strides toward the door and shouts, “You’ll burn in hell for that!! You’re a lost soul!!”

To which I look at him and say, “Oooo, I’m SOOOO scared!!”, thus throwing him into a frenzy of shouting Hallelujahs all the way to his truck.

Can you believe that shit? Here it is 1999, and these freaks still have the balls to publicly accost people!

I must say, tho, that I felt immense satisfaction in the knowledge that I upset him far more than he upset me.

Well, that’s it for the Extra edition of the Rant this week.


There is a sharpshooter at the corner of my building. He is laying in the grass with a scoped rifle. He has been there since about 7am this morning. My little quiet street in Decatur has become a SWAT zone. We can’t leave and people who are out can’t come in.

You see, it all started at about 5:45am this morning when I awoke to the terrifying screams of a female. My first thought was that someone was being raped over at the MARTA parking lot, then I heard her screech “My mother’s in there!”. I jumped out of bed and called 911, with the thought that someone was bleeding to death or somesuch.

With my heart pounding in my ears, I pulled on some clothes and rushed out into the darkness to help in whatever way I could. The thought that I might be in danger didn’t cross my mind at the time.

The screaming stopped as I crossed the street and approached a small cluster of women from the neighborhood. In the center of this cluster was a 9 year old girl that I knew from a nearby building. Then I realized that she was the one that had been screaming for help.

The little girl told us that her mother was ‘going to be killed’ by a man that used to be the mother’s boyfriend. She said that the man had been released from jail and had come back to her home. She said that he had a gun and he’d threatened to kill her, her mother and himself. When he grabbed her mother, the little girl had fled in horror and screamed for help.

As everyone in Atlanta knows by now, thanks to the oh-so-vigilant media, the perpetrator had been banished by the little girl’s mother almost a year ago and he had a restraining order to stay away from our street. We all risked our lives to rescue that little girl and we didn’t even realize the danger at the time. Even as the first officers rushed around the building, we stood across the street in plain view of the place where all the gun waving had occurred. The cops came and took the little girl away and shooed us back into our homes.

It is currently 2:45 in the afternoon and the perp is still holed up with the little girl’s mother and we watch the news to find out what is happening 2 doors down. The sharpshooter is still in the grass and SWAT team people tromp back and forth behind my house. At least the media are at the other end of the street.

I feel like I am in some sort of bizarre dream. I worry about the little girl and her mother. The 9 year old girl has always impressed me with her intelligence and bearing. I’ve always thought her to be very mature for her age, but when this trauma happened, I was jolted back to reality. She is just a little girl who doesn’t know if she’ll have a mother or not until this is over. And that is just not fair.

Mustang theft follow-up and a Jesus Freak anecdote in the Extra edition.