quidditchgrrl: (helen keller was a communist!)
All manner of miscellaneous crap here....

First, remember on top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed? They have the lyrics here. Hee! Thanks, [livejournal.com profile] fiendling!

Also, a database of song covers! Too bad you can't buy Mp3s of them (either the covers or originalsongs). I really want the Foo Fighters' cover of "Darling Nikki."

Douchebags of 2006: I think they left several off the list, but I guess they had to stop atworst ten. Someone geld Flava Flav before he breeds again.

Susie Bright Talks Britney (NSFW images and ads): Right on!

Last.fm is telling me it crashed...okay...back up! Whew, for a minute there I was worried I wouldn't be able to triple-task!

New Order had better not split up. I need to see them live!

Goingto lunch with my friend Mo on Saturday, then Rainbow thingy, thencollapse onto couch and sleeeeeep. Or stay up half the night andstumble into work Sunday, bleary-eyed. Yep.

Oh, just because I want someone else to get into it: Library Thing <-- catalog your books online!
quidditchgrrl: (sexy snarl)
Especially those of you along the northern and eastern parts of the United States who are complaining or wow-ing about the warm weather:

It's because of El nino

I'm going to make a t-shirt to wear to work that says, "It's because of El Nino!!"

(Although one guy did say, "I know! The last time El Nino happened, I was in South Florida. Not a great year for me.")

Grump.
quidditchgrrl: (Gay Straight Alliance - Silence = Death)
From [livejournal.com profile] fyrelily, my dating profile: )

And my relationship strengths and weaknesses here: )

Also, since everyone else is doing it:

Support World AIDS Day

Give to your local AIDS charity. Give to AMFAR. Give to a global AIDS fund. ACT UP!
quidditchgrrl: (I don't have low self esteem.)
All right, those of you jumping all over the folks who are posting the meme about "gay rights": CHILL OUT 4 REALZ.
quidditchgrrl: (Fuck Off)
Proof again that Wil Wheaton is my hero:

Torture is not an American value. Torture is a totalitarian, sadistic value. Suspending access to courts and the right to face your accuser is not what Americans do. It is what tyrannical dictators and despots do, not a democratic republic like the one I was brought up in and love. Time and again, torture has proved unreliable to prevent or solve crimes, and it reduces our country to the level of the very terrorists we are supposedly fighting.

I've been avoiding the news today, for good reason, yeah? We also got the news that my brother-in-law needs hernia surgery. He has a new job, no insurance yet. They want 5K up front for a routine, outpatient procedure. [livejournal.com profile] nmalfoy, I know you can relate to that. Fuckers.

The average Joe can work a full-time job and not have health insurance or a wage that gives a hope of saving for the future. The government can pick and choose its "combatants" and detain them for as long as they want without laying charges.

I refuse to accept this as the America I live in. There IS enough for everyone, every person has a RIGHT to humane treatment, and it is the RESPONSIBILITY of the people to step in and say, NO MORE.

With freedom comes responsibility. Exercise both in whatever capacity you can. Your life depends on it.
quidditchgrrl: (Atta girl!  You're a fount of knowledge!)
It's funny what you can glean from some small thing left behind.

We've had a makeup bag in lost and found since June 28. I'd put a note on it that I would take the bag if it was unclaimed, and lo, today said bag was on my desk.

It's a plastic bag, black and white plaid, the kind you can pick up at Target for $4. Inside were the beauty products of a young teenage girl:

An Estee Lauder eyeshadow case, empty of both eyeshadow and applicator, and a Lancome travel mirror. Probably castoffs from mom, although I'm not sure why she would need what essentially amounts to two mirrors;

Things that she might have bought herself - a Wet n Wild creme shadow in Iced Out, a silver shade that is only worn by 13-year-olds or old Jewish ladies, and a cheap roll-on cologne scented "Ocean Song". The side of the bottle says, "Pray for Peace" and is just one step up from patchouli. Two stained sticks of Chapstick, a staple of young girls everywhere (at least until they can afford better).

Two tubes of mascara, one for thickening and one for separating/lengthening - I can only imagine the kind of raccoon eyes this girl might have been sporting. Maybe she got one from her mother, if it clumped too much.

Hollister August fragrance for girls, which might have been a Christmas gift and smells vaguely of the Debbie Gibson Electric Youth perfume that was so popular fifteen twenty years ago.

And a tube of bubblegum pink Clinique glossware for lips, which matches the stains on the Chapstick tubes. I wonder: did she use the Chapstick to tone the shine down, then?

I don't exactly know what this all means about this girl's life, but I know what it says about me: I spend way too much time analyzing other people's lives.
quidditchgrrl: (War Isn't Trendy)
*salute* To all of the servicemen who have died in defense of this country, to all who have returned as different people, thank you.
quidditchgrrl: (Black American Dreams)
Note to self: Have AC unit conditioned before the last week of May, because the high temperature WILL go from the mid-50s to mid-80s. It is Ohio, after all.

In order to escape the fiery pit of hell our stuffy apartment, we took the hottest part of the day and went to see Thank You For Smoking.

I love it when media can make fun of itself, both liberal and conservative, and make it completely unpreachy.

The Libertarian corner of my brain was giggling with glee, and my anarchist sympathies were massaged.

You know there are fuckers like Naylor, Finistirre, and BR out there. The American Cancer Society, too.

The strangest thing crossed my mind, though. I actually felt a desire? or an interest in having a kid while this movie was finishing up. God, if I could only be assured that any issue from my loins would be a skeptical inquirer instead of a TV-addicted sheep, I might actually consider it.

Or not.
quidditchgrrl: (Go crazy & buy the shoes!)
[livejournal.com profile] rachet reminded me that it's sandal season (fie to all of you who think you live in LA and wear flip-flops all year long).

Just a friendly reminder, it's that time of the year again.

Please raise your BIG TOE and repeat after me:

As a member of the Faux Paux Sisterhood, I pledge to follow The Rules when I wear sandals and other open-toe shoes:

I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.

I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.

I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow.

I will shave the hairs off my big toe.

I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother or sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there.

If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it. No matter how much it hurts.

I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl if my feet need him.

I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids'sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat, and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.

I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.

I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes look like they've been dragged behind her car on the way to work and no sandal in the world is going to make her feet look good.

I will promise if I wear flip flops, that I will ensure they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them. NEW: I promise that I will not wear black flip=flops that turn the soles of my feet black. I will throw them away and buy a better pair.

I will promise to go to my local beauty school at least once per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $15 and worth EVERY penny). I say spend another $15.00 and get a even better one.

And finally...

I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear...nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals...

For all our sakes, please don't keep this to yourself - pass it on!
quidditchgrrl: (Not so good if Stephen is making a twist)
Aaaaaah! Soma?

It sounds good on the surface...but who needs artificial joy (or a hampered ability for judgment)?
quidditchgrrl: (They always go too far with the Hitler a)
I'm a big conspiracy theorist, as some of you well know.

I quit doing point-of-sale PIN transactions about three years ago.

This is why.

Hackers and other nefarious types can obtain your card number, PIN, and in some cases, your bank account number during a point-of-sale transaction where you use your PIN. Wal-Mart and Office Max have both had their customers' numbers hacked and stolen.

Now banks are trying to pin those losses on the consumers, up to $500. Yeah, right. *stabs*

I wonder how much this third-party merchant paid to have their company name expunged from the notification letters? And how often it's happened in the past.

I've been reading No Place to Hide, and it's terrifying how easily identity information is obtained and used. I thought it was funny )

So, funny. Funny in an ohmygodwerealldoomed kind of way. Big brother doesn't have to watch you; you're keeping track of yourself just fine. Click, click, click, and they've got you pegged.

Even if you are only marginally interested in how the government tracks people, at least pick this book up to read the chapter on how a program was used to generate a list of possible terrorists that could have been involved in the 9-11 attacks. That program picked more than a half-dozen of the actual hijackers on the first run-through, with the least specific data filter.

It's tough to reconcile, eh?
quidditchgrrl: (Listen to Stephen Colbert America!)
OMG. Snubster.

Finally, a place to list all those who are dead to me, and those who are on notice.

I think we know who to thank for this. Stephen Colbert! (And [livejournal.com profile] madam_minnie for pointing it out for me!)

*starts the infinite listings*
quidditchgrrl: (Jello for Prez!)
Surfing around, I found this, which, by the sheer length of it, is terrible.

It does remind me of growing up, and how lucky I am now.
quidditchgrrl: (Listen to Stephen Colbert America!)
In defense of James Frey, what's the difference between his book and this one?

Both stories have a fundamental truth to them, but the individual incidents are not. (It was later revealed, after interviews with the Columbine students who were in the library, that Cassie Bernall was not the person who "answered yes".)

So? Is it because James Frey made himself into such a bad-ass, no-fear character? Maybe because he flipped the finger to AA (and amen to that)?

Fake martyrdom is distasteful, either way.
quidditchgrrl: (Heck Yes by so____)
Yes, it's me.  I am the one [livejournal.com profile] rainpuddle13 speaks of.

Well, not literally, of course.  But I am one of those people who invites everyone and their brother to anything that I am in charge of.  I admit it, I'm a party pimp.  We are a dying breed in this age of digital snobbery and smaller offices.

In our defense (or at least mine specifically), we are usually not fishing for gifts or starved for social interaction.  The goal is to fit as many people as acceptable into a space for food and fun.  Gifts are nice, but I have never (well, okay, I did send a wedding invitation to my sister's inlaws knowing that they are wealthy, but I always send them Christmas cards too) sent an invitation "fishing" for a gift.  Ever.

The reasoning behind inviting even the most tenuously-linked people to a get together is as varied as the type of party you're giving.  Sometimes, there *are* a lot of people to invite (weddings, GO receptions).  And other times you don't know how many people might be able to come on a popular night (like Halloween), so you over-invite to be sure more than 3 people show.  Then there are the times when you know you'll have to deal with people who don't like each other, so you try to create a buffer zone of other folks to keep everyone cheery.  At work, there are the usual office politics, so inviting everyone is an easy way to maintain the status quo.

I thought I'd let you all know that 99.999999% of party pimps don't mind if you don't send a gift.  We just want everyone to share and have fun.  So long as you give us a yay or nay to showing up, it's cool.

That other 0.000001% are just rude.

/Cultural Service Announcement
quidditchgrrl: (Heaven Knows by fritters)
What a day.  Nothing much of note happened.  Put some money in the bank.  Had unsuccessful attempt to find spa gloves (the kind you wear to bed with lotion).

Went to work.  Possibly got someone in trouble by relating eavesdropped conversation (bad karma!) and OMG the last push for voter registration.  I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about the registration process.  NO ONE reads the directions on forms.  Black ink.  Clearly print.  County, not country.  "Applicant" means you.  Yes, you.

No, you can't just white it out.  >.<  There is no way to mark the form so you won't be called to jury duty, sorry.  It's the price you pay to participate in government.

These folks are going to be voting come November 2.  God save us all.  :-P

Also gives me more proof positive that money /= brains.

Oh, and a meme, why not. )

Just asking:  Am I the only one who obsessively edits their posts before putting them up?  I just hate to put something up with typos.
quidditchgrrl: (Default)
Okay, I caved in and asked [livejournal.com profile] chickadilly for an invite, so...

purebloodgryffindor@gmail.com is my new address. I'll still keep the hotmail for a while, though, until I figure out whether I like the gmail account.

*hugs [livejournal.com profile] chickadilly*
quidditchgrrl: (GSA)
Dude, it is so not my fault the library will be open tomorrow. People kept asking in this snotty tone tonight, 'you're going to be open?!' as if people who work at the library honestly want to work tomorrow if there was any chance they could stay home. (Although I'd wager given the choice of working or watching the funeral procession and the media falling all over themselves to make Reagan out to be OMGBESTPREZEVER, most of the staff would dutifully take their places behind the public service desks.)

I put away our copy of Ronald Reagan's Reign of Error three times tonight. *snerk*

Much too much to get done tonight, so I didn't do any of it. How's that for procrastination?

[livejournal.com profile] lissinthecity will be in town tomorrow! *bounces* I can't wait to meet her (and [livejournal.com profile] rachet too, hopefully)!

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