Friday, December 30, 2005

I was lucky enough to get an ipod for Xmas. Meaning I no longer have any excuses to get me off of my treadmill.

I've been pondering what songs I want to stick on it. I'm such a cheapskate I probably won't be downloading off of i-tunes. So I am trying to re-acquire my thieved CD collection from Z (his car has a CD player - mine doesn't work after I jammed a CD in there the wrong way. DAMNIT to HELL). Once I have all of my CDs in front of me, I can then reassess my collection.

Its times like this where I miss an old friend. He had a CD collection to die for - he claimed that it was mostly acquired through rampant shoplifting excursions, late at night, at Walmart during his college year. Anyway, when I was 15-16 and dating him, I stole his car quite a bit just to be able to listen to his tunes. He had all the CDs you had as records a long time ago. You would pick through the leatherbound notebook and say, "Oh Shit. I forgot about that! This is so awesome!"

He made me listen to The Indigo Girls, of whom I am still ambivalent. I drove him nuts playing Heart's Greatest Hits.

His collection also made me realize the CDs I was missing. I discovered a friend had a theft issue, and ganked them from me at every opportunity. I wasn't angry about it, just really pissed off. There is a difference.

Here is a list of CDs I know were ganked, and still rub me the wrong way thinking about them:
1. The first Weezer CD - you know, the one with "The Sweater Song".
2. "The Craft" Soundtrack.
3. Green Day's "Dookie".
4. All of my Cranberries collection
5. My favorite Alice in Chains album. No, I don't remember which one.
6. The "Natural Born Killers" soundtrack
7. My limited edition, flashing light copy of Pink Floyd's "Pulse". Fuc&er.
8. The Rusted Root album
9. Two Led Zeppelin albums
10. Sheryl Crow's "Tuesday Night Music Club"
11. REM's "Automatic for the People"
12. And a freaking partridge in a pear tree.

Okay. I am a little angry now. This supposed friend only listened to Fiona Apple, so I don't know why he felt the need to have all my CDs.

I'm now seriously reconsidering my resolve not to purchase songs off of i-tunes. I miss a lot of that stuff.

Lately I've been dancing in my car to a few songs. In order to mentally remember that these tracks make my butt boogie, here they are. Note to Self: Search for these on i-tunes.

1. "Every Day is a Winding Road" - Sheryl Crow
2. "Least Complicated" - Indigo Girls
3. "Tripping Billies" - Dave Matthews Band
4. Any and all Depeche Mode
5. "Creep" - Radiohead
6. "Bittersweet Symphony" - The Verve
7. "Hey Ya" - Outkast
8. "One" - Aimee Mann
9. "One" - From "The Chorus Line"
10. "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" - Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo'ole
11. "Lose Yourself" - Eminem
12. "I live at home in a trailer" - Eminem
13. "Lounge" - Eminem
14. "I am the Monarch of the Sea" - H.M.S. Pinafore
15. "Anything Goes" - Anything Goes

Buy me songs on i-tunes and I'll blog about you.

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Thursday, December 29, 2005

The 2006 New Year's Resolution Generator

In the year 2006 I resolve to:
Sell myself on ebay.

Get your resolution here



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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Positive Psychology

Recently, the Woodstock of Psychology conferences was held at Disneyland. No lie. Read the NY Times article if you don't believe me.

I follow psychology a bit. Mostly because I can't get the asshole on the street to quit talking to me. I've been told I'm a good listener. Whatever. I just know how to get people to talk.

Anyway, there is a growing schism in the field. Old-school practitioners are falling by the wayside while new practitioners, coming from a humanistic bent, are encouraging therapy as a means for sustaining psychological well being. Going to the shrink is no longer about curing the bad.

My favorite quote from the NY Times article discusses "Positive Psychology". Dr.Seligman, a proponent of this theory, gave a speech about this movement. " By learning to express gratitude, to savor the day's pleasures and to nurture native strengths, a people can become more absorbed in their daily lives and satisfied with them, his research has suggested. "

I love it. Check it out.

"Psychotherapy on the Road to ... Where?"
By BENEDICT CAREY
Published: December 27, 2005
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/27/science/27ther.html?ex=1136437200&en=9cc5a9da482c4954&ei=5070

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Monday, December 26, 2005

Xmas in Snewo's House

For all you people who neglected to come hang yesterday - SCREW YOU. My family is way cooler than yours. And less drama. You missed out.

Xmas was successful. I think everyone was genuinely happy with what they received, despite the fact that money seemed a bit low this year.

Here are the things I received that made tears come to my eyes:

1. An I-Pod.
I've been wanting one all year, and just hadn't told anyone. It's one of the shufflers, which is a little weird, but I'm just happy I can now listen to tunes in my car that I picked. Sirius is next...

2. A Winter Coat.
Because my wool peacoat is ugly now...there is only so many times you can take it to the dry cleaners. This coat is definitely not something I would've picked for myself but it is absolutely gorgeous and I can now see myself wearing it. I am starting to think my Mother envisions me as a Victorian woman a la a Gibson Girl. That strikes me as odd.
On another bright note, I did finally find my leather jacket after missing it for two seasons - it was tucked away in a box. Now to get that to the drycleaners....

3. A Home Depot Gift Certificate.
Because my brother only knows me too well. He's a supastar. Now I can go ogle bathroom hardware and medicine cabinets. Oh and shelving systems.....YUM.

4. My house.
Z completely orchestrated the move to our new house, and thoroughly cleaned the old place. I couldn't ask for a better gift. My Dad helped oh-so-much with the closing costs...he's a supastar also.

I wish you all a merry holidays. Remember, if you don't celebrate Chrissmus (see the C.S. Lewis post below), be sure to say that you celebrate Xmas. You won't seem like such a phony if you admit it outright.

I read today that we are remembering the one-year anniversary of the tsunami disaster. I had forgotten that it fell around this time of year, and now I am struck with an intense sadness thinking about the people in this world who have suffered so much in the past year. I'm not sure if so many weather-related events happen on a yearly basis in such a catastrophic manner. Last year sure seemed like a doozy.

For those of you who still haven't given your tithe to charity this year, please do. Many people out there are unable to celebrate in the way we deem normal. Although money is the root of all evil, if it can be used to help some family buy a nice dinner or pay their heating bill, I am full on in support. And the tax year is almost over. In order to get your charitable contribution deduction, you better do it quick.

Much love.
Snewo

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Saturday, December 24, 2005

Porn Star Bangs 15 year old

You have to be freaking kidding me.

This story became a discussion topic a few weeks ago, when the Gainesville, Georgia schoolteacher (I think she was 37) was accused of sleeping with her student and arrested.
http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/11/30/child.groom.ap/

Now we have the ultimate twist on the story - a SF Bay area porn star has been accused of statutory rape with a 15 year old boy.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/12/24/BAG8TGCQ8Q1.DTL

This is absolutely outrageous. I don't believe it is sexist at all for me to say that when it is an older woman and a younger man it is different. Here is why:

1. To a younger boy, this wasn't rape. This was a trophy he will tell his friends about for the rest of his life. Unlike girls in America, boys are allowed to discuss and gloat about their sexual conquests.

2. Although it is a little sick and twisted that a woman that old is sleeping with a young teen, it makes sense. Women who have been burned by men may be more open and receptive to the emotional wiles of a 15 year old. Let's face it: 15 year old boys just want to fu&k. And are willing to act like lovetorn little puppies. To a woman with confidence issues, this is like the ultimate sex toy. Although they may not have stamina, 15 year olds have a good repetition thing going on. Over and over and over and over....

3. Older men, on the other hand, have dirty things going on when they are sleeping with 15 year old girls. These girls aren't usually interested in the sex, they are seeking male approval and may be in the "pleasing Daddy" phase. Any guy who is interested in this type of submissive little-girl act is a little gross in his own right. Sorry. I've never felt that men who wanted to subjugate a woman in bed were doing all right mentally. To me, that indicates a power thing. And ick to that.

SO. What the hell is a porn star doing in jail for banging a 15 year old? The drugs the porn star supplied the kid with, I can make the argument against that. The sex is just sex. Nothing further.




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Friday, December 23, 2005

Save Fuzzy

I've neglected to talk about this subject because I'm really, really bothered. However, I have recovered my intense nausea (back in the "let's hug the toilet" mode) and I'm a bit bitchy.So...here is the story.

I was hospitalized for five days in early December. My insulin pump broke, and I had no clue. To make a long story short, I drove home from class one Tuesday with a barf bag in my lap, and managed to make my way to the nice cool linoleum on my bathroom floor. (When you've dry heaved for hours on end, you really can't be jumping in and out of bed. Best to just stay in the bathroom.)

Z drove me to the ER, where they promptly let me puke in the hallways, and then to my embarassment, let me pee all over myself from the strenuous nature of my heaving. They have this stupid rule when you are a diabetic with hyperglycemia that you can't have any water. When your blood sugar is high, all you want is something to drink. It's the worst cotton-mouth known to mankind. I swear. And having nothing to puke, while you are that thirsty, is a crime against humanity.

So they installed me in a hospital room, where they were determined to keep me because the ICU was full. On the third day, this nice nurse changed my sheets ( I had to change my own every day prior to that, IV line twisting around the hospital bed).

And within my sheets was Fuzzy. Poof. Gone. No one has seen him. I discovered it that night while I was trying to go to sleep. Nervous and scared in the hospital bed because my stupid nurse had just tried to kill me with an insulin injection that was sufficient for a horse. Scared to pass out because I thought they might shoot me up in my sleep and I would never wake up.

I ended up tearing my room to shreds, again with IV pole+bag in hand, and then proceeded to frantically pace back and forth around my room until I was sufficiently exhausted.

My world has been a little off since.

Fuzzy is a story of his own. When I was in kindergarten, I ended up at UCLA medical center for about a month - 2 weeks in a diabetic-induced coma in the ICU, then another 2 weeks in a regular bed getting insulin therapy. It was a really horrible time. I don't really remember too much about it from a negative standpoint. (Except again, they wouldn't give me any fuc$ing water. My mother soaked paper towels and let me suck on them in the ER).

My Dad brought me a bouquet of daisies for my hospital room, and tucked on a little plastic trident was this itty-bitty teddy bear, wearing a little white t-shirt with purple sleeves that said "I love you". I don't know why, but that little bear made me feel better. I looked like a concentration camp survivor, 40 lbs. soaking wet, raccoon eyes. A little bear who was proportionate sized was exactly what I needed.

And I have had him ever since. I once lost him at O'Hare - my dad retrieved him from the cleaning lady in the terminal. But I managed to hang on to him for dear life.

I quit sleeping with him years ago. I had him on this shelf in my closet, along with a few of my other favorite stuffed animals. My men have always graciously accepted my toys. I think they realize that inside my Aries-aggressive exterior lies a scared bunny rabbit who just wants a nice burrow and something soft to sleep with. I need lots of hugs.

So the linen service that Crittersville Hospital contracts with, Angelica Linen Service, states that they do have a lost-and-found box - WITH NO FUZZY. And I'm a bit of a mess about it.

I've hung onto that bear for over 20 years now, and despite the fact that I am in fact an adult, I am sitting here crying like a little kid whose puppy just died.

Angelica Linen Service is a publicly traded company. The satellite office that cleaned the hospital linen is located in Alpharetta, Georgia. ( Phone #: (678)823-4100).

I thought it was a bit funny that when Z tried to track down Fuzzy, he called the CEO and left a message. Ordinarily I would have just raised an eyebrow, until I realized today that this wasn't some 20 employee corporation. I'm sure the CEO heard his voice mail and thought some lunatic had really lost his marbles, calling and requesting an in-depth investigation into the disappearance of Fuzzy.

But screw impropriety.

Today, reading my RSS feed, I found a news article about recent Angelica shareholder events.
http://albany.dbusinessnews.com/shownews.php?newsid=56159&type_news=latest

If someone wants to help locate Fuzzy, it would most likely be the best Christmas present ever. I can't possibly tell you how weird it feels that he isn't around.

So, here are the Executives' contact numbers. Perhaps with enough public outcry, they will see it as some kind of Christmas goodwill to help out.

Corporate Offices
Angelica Corporation
424 South Woods Mill Road
Chesterfield, Missouri 63017
314/854-3800
800/235-8410
www.angelica.com

Chairman of the Board
Don W. Hubble
314-854-3827

Chief Executive Officer
Stephen M. O'Hara
314-854-3827

President and COO
David Van Vliet
678-823-4100

Vice President and CFO
James W. Shaffer
314-854-3827

Save Fuzzy. And make my year.

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Asshole Ex

So my ex just told Charky he won't be coming for Xmas. This is news. We knew he was having money problems, but he just kept waxing optimistic about the holidays. In fact, he hasn't been back here in months - he kept on saying, "I'll be there for Xmas."

I don't know what to say. I'm not sympathetic. I'm pissed. He apparently doesn't have any money to make the trip. I don't have anything nice to say about that, either.

When C and I first got together, he said that absolutely no relationship can come between you and your kids. Well, that is the excuse for why C is now not working, and now doesn't have any money. He claims he can't work because he's too busy caring for his new, paraplegic wife.

I have a real problem with that. She's perfectly self-sufficient, and doesn't exactly need a nurse. He is just using it as an excuse. The man became unemployed while we were married, and since has had problems gathering the motivation to remain employed. What the hell.

You know, life is hard and blah blah blah. But when we make the choice to live in this world we are taking on the difficulties, too. When we bear children, we further that responsibility and that debt in this world. We must face the difficulties with earnestness, and forget our own cares. It is the wants and desires of our children that now matter.

It isn't really the "I'm coming home for Xmas" thing. I could care less what holiday it is. It's the promise. Telling your child you will do something and then not sticking with it.

I'm tired of these lazy adults who can't make right in their lives. I don't have any sympathy. And I don't intend upon getting any for people who can't help themselves. It is those who can't help themselves and then don't even make an effort - don't even try - I have no sympathy for you.

Its men like that who make me want to have my tubes tied. You never know what kind of father a man will be until he has children with you.







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Xmas or Christmas

From http://www.people.virginia.edu/~cjs2m/meaning/xmasandchristmas.html

(Incidentally, Niatirb is "Britain" backwards)

Xmas and Christmas
A Lost Chapter from Herodotus
by C. S. Lewis

And beyond this there lies in the ocean, turned towards the west and the north, the island of Niatirb which Hecataeus indeed declares to be the same size and shape as Sicily, but it is larger, and though in calling it triangular a man would not miss the mark. It is densely inhabited by men who wear clothes not very different from other barbarians who occupy the north- western parts of Europe though they do not agree with them in language. These islanders, surpassing all the men of whom we know in patience and endurance, use the following customs.

In the middle of winter when fogs and rains most abound they have a great festival which they call Exmas, and for fifty days they prepare for it in the fashion I shall describe. First of all, every citizen is obliged to send to each of his friends and relations a square piece of hard paper stamped with a picture, which in their speech is called an Exmas-card . But the pictures represent birds sitting on branches, or trees with a dark green prickly leaf, or else men in such garments as the Niatirbians believe that their ancestors wore two hundred years ago riding in coaches such as their ancestors used, or houses with snow on their roofs. And the Niatirbians are unwilling to say what these pictures have to do with the festival, guarding (as I suppose) some sacred mystery. And because all men must send these cards the market-place is filled with the crowd of those buying them, so that there is great labour and weariness.

But having bought as many as they suppose to be sufficient, they return to their houses and find there the like cards which others have sent to them. And when they find cards from any to whom they also have sent cards, they throw them away and give thanks to the gods that this labour at least is over for another year. But when they find cards from any to whom they have not sent, then they beat their breasts and wail and utter curses against the sender; and, having sufficiently lamented their misfortune, they put on their boots again and go out into the fog and rain and buy a card for him also. And let this account suffice about Exmas-cards.

They also send gifts to one another, suffering the same things about the gifts as about the cards, or even worse. For every citizen has to guess the value of the gift which every friend will send to him so that he may send one of equal value, whether he can afford it or not. And they buy as gifts for one another such things as no man ever bought for himself. For the sellers, understanding the custom, put forth all kinds of trumpery, and whatever, being useless and ridiculous, sell as an Exmas gift. And though the Niatirbians profess themselves to lack sufficient necessary things, such as metal, leather, wood and paper, yet an incredible quantity of these things is wasted every year, being made into the gifts.

But during these fifty days the oldest, poorest and the most miserable of citizens put on false beards and red robes and walk in the market-place; being disguised (in my opinion) as Cronos. And the sellers of gifts no less than the purchasers become pale and weary, because of the crowds and the fog, so that any man who came into a Niatirbian city at this season would think that some great calamity had fallen on Niatirb. This fifty days of preparation is called in their barbarian speech the Exmas Rush.
But when the day of the festival comes, then most of the citizens, being exhausted with the Rush, lie in bed till noon. But in the evening they eat five times as much supper as on other days and, crowning themselves with crowns of paper, they become intoxicated. And on the day after Exmas they are very grave, being internally disordered by the supper and the drinking and reckoning how much they have spent on gifts and on the wine. For wine is so dear among the Niatirbians that a man must swallow the worth of a talent before he is well intoxicated.

Such, then, are their customs about the Exmas. But the few among the Niatirbians have also a festival, separate and to themselves, called Crissmas , which is on the same day as Exmas. And those who keep Crissmas, doing the opposite to the majority of the Niatirbians, rise early on that day with shining faces and go before sunrise to certain temples where they partake of a sacred feast. And in most of the temples they set out images of a fair woman with a new-born Child on her knees and certain animals and shepherds adoring the Child. (The reason of these images is given in a certain sacred story which I know but do not repeat.)

But I myself conversed with a priest in one of these temples and asked him why they kept Crissmas on the same day as Exmas; for it appeared to me inconvenient. But the priest replied, It is not lawful, O Stranger, for us to change the date of Crissmas, but would that Zeus would put it into the minds of the Niatirbians to keep Exmas at some other time or not to keep it at all. For Exmas and the Rush distract the minds even of the few from sacred things. And we indeed are glad that men should make merry at Crissmas; but in Exmas there is no merriment left. And when I asked him why they endured the Rush, he replied, It is, O Stranger, a racket; using (as I suppose) the words of some oracle and speaking unintelligibly to me (for a racket is an instrument which the barbarians use in a game called tennis).

But what Hecataeus says, that Exmas and Crissmas are the same, is not credible. For the first, the pictures which are stamped on the Exmas-cards have nothing to do with the sacred story which the priests tell about Crissmas. And secondly, the most part of the Niatirbians, not believing the religion of the few, nevertheless send the gifts and cards and participate in the Rush and drink, wearing paper caps. But it is not likely that men, even being barbarians, should suffer so many and great things in honour of a god they do not believe in. And now, enough about Niatirb.

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Sunday, December 18, 2005


Movies, Sushi, Refrigerators and Antique Malls

What a weekend. Somehow I managed to do quite a bit. So much, I feel as though I've been away from work for a week. Shows you what you can do in just a few nights. Whoopee!

KIDS XMAS COMPLIMENTS OF TARGET
I bought Charky the coolest present ever. It's a $50 box containing 72 parts for A FORT. No more couch cushions on the floor. Your pillows and blankets won't disappear. This thing is awesome.

Z's son, who is four, asked for a lobster and a peanut- butter gun. We can't seem to make any progress in that department, so we bought him a karate outfit and a set of "The Thing" hands.

KING KONG:
Great, great movie. Someone told me that it was the best movie ever made. I think that is a pretty tall order, but I do know this movie is an absolute must-see in the theatres. Amazing. That Peter Jackson is one talented cookie. And Adrian Brody is hot. Even though his nose precludes his ability to successfully kiss women. If your nose squishes on her cheek, dude, it may be necessary to have it trimmed a bit. For emotional reasons.

REFRIGERATORS
I bought a fridge yesterday. I couldn't talk Z into stainless steel, and we couldn't talk ourselves into a model with a bottom drawer freezer. But the thing is monstrous, was a good price and is aesthetically pleasing on the inside. Done.

SUSHI
I dragged Z to sushi yesterday. For those of you who are in the Atlanta area, Ru San's is the best Sushi in town. There are three or four locations. The place is really affordable and the sushi is incredibly fresh. I was impressed Z had such a nice experience - he won't eat fish. Or crustaceans. Me, on the other hand, had an awesome roll with octopus, squid, eel, regular tuna, marbled tuna, salmon and roe. Triple yum.

MOVIE TRIVIA
I helped my team win second place last night. Yes, I do consider myself a movie buff. However, the talent pool was a bit limited in their exposure to pop culture. But yay. I love to win.
I was pretty impressed I was able to think so fast, I had about four beers on an empty stomach in about a 45 minute period. I need to go barhopping.

ANTIQUE MALLS
There is an antique mall in my town I discovered a few years back. I had Xmas money this weekend, so I dragged Z in there and we had a good time. We bought:

- A Fiestaware pitcher for his mother;
- An art-deco silver jewelry box for my sister;
- A 40s toy chest with antique marbles for my Dad;
- A set of '60s, Wonder Woman/Robin salt & pepper shakers
for my parents;
- A black armoire for our television. Shabby chic, great condition
all for $72.

Don't bother asking where this place is. I'm not telling.

XMAS TREES AND GROPING
Charky is out of town this weekend, so I was able to put my Xmas tree up this evening in one piece, with very little interupption. The sole distraction was caused by Z, who felt it was necessary to chase me around the tree and grope me while I was trying to get things accomplished. Nice to be groped, but what a boy.

All in all, a successful weekend. I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow.

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

15 AARGHS For Wednesday

Aaarggh. My life is a mess.

AARGH #1
My gas will finally be turned on at the new house today. Meaning, I can actually go stay there, even though all of my things have been there for days. I've been camping out at my parents' house, which is a little weird. Charky sprawls out just like her Dad when she is sleeping. On a full-sized bed, this means plenty of elbows, knees and hands in the crook of my back.

I'm ready to get laid. Like, right now.

AARGH #2
I lost my cellphone sometime yesterday morning, and I know it's jammed in the corner of either Z's car, my mother's couch, or under the full-sized bed of elbows.

AARGH #3
I'm getting a cold. I'm sucking on zinc lozenges like there is no tomorrow. Pray for wellness.

AARGH #4
I haven't done any Xmas shopping because I won't have money until this weekend. I'm already stressing about it - I have never waited this long to buy presents. I usually have all my purchases placed online right after Thanksgiving.

AARGH #5
I have a shi&l0ad of tamales to make. Like 500. I appreciate catering, but I really need to get paid for this. Perhaps that is something to consider.

AARGH #6
I am going to attempt to put my Xmas tree up today or tomorrow. Meaning it will only be up for a week. Triple AARGH.

AARGH #7
My boss is absolutely obsessed with other people's money. I keep gently trying to give him some class lessons - it is neither appropriate nor a sign of enlightenment to lust after other people's things. Money/Objects don't make you happy. Anyway, I'm really, really tired of hearing about it.

AARGH #8
My ex is just about as broke as I am. I would love to ask him for some money, but I know it's worthless.

AARGH #9
My clothes smell like a rank ashtray because we've been smoking in our old bathroom with the fan on. As the bathroom connects to the closet, it probably wasn't a good choice.

AARGH #10
We're going to an Xmas party this weekend. It's the annual poker party, and I'd love to play, Z would love to play. But I'm broke. And these boys are way, way better than I am. (One of Z's friends has been to a couple of the Million Dollar Tournaments you see on the boob)

AARGH #11
I'm not pregnant but I sure do feel like it. Right now I believe I could live off of Taco Bell bean burritos. Restraining myself really sucks.

AARGH #12
I have absolutely no clue what to give Z for Xmas. He has already gifted me and it was incredible. He sets high standards.

AARGH #13
I have absolutely no clue what to give my 16 year old stepdaughter for Xmas. What the hell do you give a girl who is full on ghetto-fabulous?

AARGH #14
I have absolutely no clue what to give my own daughter for Xmas. The kid doesn't play with dolls, except to cut em up and perform surgeries on em. She wants a pottery wheel but until she can live in a more clean manner it's not happening. Why don't they have CSI kits for kindergarteners?

AARGH #15
I'm working on something at work that makes me feel like I'm being morally questioned. It feels like a big test.

I once said I would never work for Bank of Tokyo/Mitsubishi, Walmart, or pharmaceutical companies, due to moral objections. Yes, some things bother me that badly. No, these things may not be illegal but that doesn't make them right.

Perhaps this project is the kick in the ass I need to find other opportunities. I know that I need some emotional push to get me job hunting. I'm still stuck in an antidepressant-induced complacent stupor. I no longer flip out on morons and I seem happy. However, it's all a facade.

Anyway, wish me luck. I'm convinced I need to be a better person. Constantly trying to be better seems to be the only way to go in this short life.

And performing tasks that make you question your own moral fiber do not make for bettering the soul. It's giving in - rationalizing, lying to yourself, then slowly falling farther and farther down the rabbit hole - that leads you even farther towards Dante's inferno. Pretty soon, you are looking back at the choices you have made and you are trying to figure out what the impetus of bad decision-making really was.

_____________________________________________

Wish me luck. I'm fighting for it.
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Monday, December 12, 2005

"Abortion linked to distress in women"

No.

See article: http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/181_1571534,001100020012.htm







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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Jumping Jack Snewo

REAL QUICK LIKE:

Blogging may be temporarily on halt for a bit.

Here is why:

1. In the past seven days, suffered both DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis) and a nasty stomach virus. In and out of the Hospital.

2. My internet at home is down, and I don't really intend upon hooking it up right now. See #3.

3. I closed on my house yesterday. Looking forward to a weekend of painting and moving.

Much love. Or not.
Snewo

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