Category: general

David Lee Roth is training to be a paramedic.

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A janitor at the University of Great Falls, Montana who recently passed away left the university $2.3 million that he had saved over his long life of hard work.

He was also told to “cut that hair” and “get a real job”.

Seriously, Vince Carter liked listening to music on his iPod during warmups, but apparently his headphones violated the dress code…so off they go.

What a bunch of Nazis :>

There’s a story on Yahoo about a Croatian blogger who was working as a diplomat in Washington, D.C. He was recalled to his country due to the content of his blog, though the content that caused the problem is still unclear to me. Yahoo has it that

Croatia has recalled an official from its Washington embassy after he reportedly wrote Web diaries portraying diplomatic life as boring and saying he saw no difference between the candidates in the U.S. election.

But just because he wrote those things doesn’t mean those are the reasons.

I looked up his blog nickname, Vibbi, and found this blog post by someone called Zec, who is apparently Croatian. His comments seem to confirm that it was the lack of professionalism concerning his diplomatic duties in the United States that got Vibbi recalled. The last part of Zec’s article caught my attention:

For those who aren’t familiar with emerging blogosphere here in Croatia, it has differences to foreign blogosphere. The most popular blogging service in Croatia is BLOG.HR which started to educate people about blogs and offer them place for setting up free blogs.

The difference is that in the 6 months blogosphere becomes more information -oriented ,at least according to impact scale ( not communication, learning, projects…) and a true citizen reporting started to raise some seriose questions. The main questions are related to some legal issues ; libel , invasion of privacy and author’s intellectual property.

After all, we are small country and the information is spreading very fast over net.

Therefore, it’s a need having some sort of disscusion about blogers ethics before it is too late and people get hurt.

I, as you know, am guilty of having hurt people through this blog, so you can see why I found this interesting.

Here’s the Google cache of Vibbi’s blog. Now, translate it into English!

Just for fun, I tried an online translator…check this out.

Original Text

Translated Text

Nista nova u svjetskoj banci danas. Tu u nas ured u staklenoj zgradi doalze svi, i drzavnici i poslovnjaci. Kako im nije bed nositi odijela stalno. Meni se neda, stisce me kravata, nemres imat boxerice pa te stalno dolje zulja. Bili Japanci, Francuzi, svi hoce nesto od nas. Postali smo zanimljivi sad kad ulazimo u EU. Svi bi naseg vrhnja, a kad dodju ni vrrhnja ni kumica vise nece biti. Upravo me zvalo. Moram ic negdje. Nastavljam kasnije. Evo me vratio sam se. Sjedio na nekakvoj skupstini kao predstavnik drzave. Koja cast, mos si mislit. Bilo bi mi draze da sam jucer mogao na koncert Eda Majke. Kazu da je bilo super. Zvala me ona koja me kao ceka u Zagebu. Hoce doc preko bare da me posjeti. Neka dodje ali nedaj bog da mi ostane. Ne vjerujem joj bas previse. P.S. Procito u lokalnim novinama da se otvorilo bezbroj escort agencija samo sa potrebe delegate na Skupstinama MMFa i Svjetske Banke.

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Very enlightening, huh? :D

From Mainichi:

“The submarine erroneously entered Japanese waters for technical reasons. It is regrettable,” [Japanese] Foreign Minister Nobutaka Machimura quoted a Chinese official as saying.

I think it’s neat that they figured out it was Chinese by the sound of the propellor.

I love winter, and I love winter clothes. I love how I look right now in winter clothes, too.

I’m wearing an ankle-length skirt, pink and gray and tan and yellow and green–flowers on a patterned background–with my old blue sweatshirt and my new(ish) high heeled black patent leather boots. I don’t know if I actually look good or if I’m just really happy with myself right now, but whatever the reason, I’m liking looking in the mirror today :)

This past week I’ve gotten to wear a lot of cold-weather clothes, and I really love it. I’m going to bring them to Kentucky next week for Thanksgiving :)

I’m really looking forward to going back home. I had to miss Connor’s birthday, due to confusion over a job I was applying for and then the fact that Robert went out of town during the time I wanted to be gone. I ended up covering 2go-Box during that time, which was fine, really; nothing horrible happened, and I earned some extra money (which I should be seeing on Thursday–wh00t!).

I feel bad that I won’t be able to go to Kentucky for Christmas, but it’s only fair to Cheryl and Reid and Grandma Flo that we alternate. Besides, Christmas in Kentucky isn’t going to be the same as it usually is…there aren’t going to be any presents!

That isn’t the main reason for going, or even the reason I really like Christmas…but it will be different. I’m not sure what Mom’s going to do. But with the economy the way it is, no one can afford to buy anything.

I told Sean that since my parents aren’t doing Christmas, we don’t really need to either, but I still need to talk to Cheryl about it and see what she thinks. If they really want to give us presents, then we should at least get them something in return. I’m thinking I can score them a few gift certificates from 2go-Box, if nothing else.

(Speaking of Christmas, I was finally able to wear the black sweatshirt with the white snowflake pattern that Cheryl and Reid got me for Christmas last year. They ended up giving it to me months later, because we didn’t see each other at Christmas and then somehow didn’t see each other until spring, so I wasn’t able to wear it until now. In any case, it’s a bit big; Cheryl has trouble estimating my size, I think. But it’s a sweatshirt, so no big deal.)

Yesterday and today I had to scrape my windows before going to work. I keep forgetting to allow for this, though, and therefore I keep being late ;P

This morning when I headed down to my car, there was a sheriff’s vehicle parked next to it, and the car next to mine had its passenger window completely shattered. Two people, a man and a woman–I guess the owners of the car–were talking with the sheriffs.

All I could think was, “Please don’t let the cops see me hotwiring my car.” It would have been fun trying to explain that yes, it is my car, no, I didn’t steal it, the ignition switch is busted. Then they might ask me how exactly I knew how to make it start without a key. ;P

Fortunately, that didn’t happen…they drove off right as I was walking to my car, and they wouldn’t have been able to see me through the frost on the windows anyway.

I started the car and got out and scraped all the windows. I didn’t say anything to the guy and girl whose car had apparently been broken into. I didn’t really know what to say. I thought as I was silently scraping that it was probably odd for me to act like nothing was amiss, that I should say something to them. But I didn’t; I just went about my business, and eventually they headed back to their apartment and I drove away. People really are islands.

I forgot to put the rear wiper back down after scraping the window, so when I stopped at the Washington Road/Baston Road turn, I got out of the car and put it back down. I felt like a moron with it dangling off the back like that, but more importantly I was afraid it would break off or something.

Speaking of being a moron, I haven’t written at all in days, and my weight seems to be pretty much stuck. I need to write, and exercise, if I want to meet my goals. So I plan to do both today. Hopefully I’ll bike with Mari later today, but I’m not sure if it’ll work out…it’s getting dark so early now that we might not have time when she gets off work. I need to get a bike rack, and then I can just go up to North Augusta and wait for her rather than trying to have her pick me up. That will save some serious time.

I was supposed to bike with Brooke yesterday, but I started feeling sick, so I stayed in, ate chicken noodle soup, and lounged in my nightgown all day. This was apparently the right thing to do, because I feel fine today :) (And by the way, I love wearing my winter nightgown! I love long sleeves! I love snuggling into the extra blanket in bed!)

Speaking of snuggling in blankets, and other warm, delightful winter thoughts, Sean and I are thinking of going away to a cabin for our second anniversary :) I need to do some research, but back when I was planning our honeymoon, I found a few cabins in northern Georgia–in the Appalachians–that will probably do the trick :)

Last night I made a roast. I got this seasoning mix that came with a roasting bag, so I threw the roast in there with some potatoes, carrots, and onions, then poured the seasoning mix on and baked for 2 hours at 350. It was delicious! Good job, McCormick roasting bag! Tonight I’m planning to make sesame chicken. :)

This morning when I went to the bathroom before my daily weighing ;P, I saw something that may or may not have been blood. If it was blood, I could be having my period earlier than expected–I’m still on progesterone, until the 20th, and the period is supposed to start after I stop the progesterone. So, if I am having a period early, that means that my system is trying to work on its own, and I will need to let the endocrinologist know.

However, it might not have been blood.

(Ewwwww.)

I’m wearing a pad just in case. We’ll see. I’m obviously hoping that my body is repairing itself and starting to have its own periods.

You know…I’m just happy right now. I’m in a very good mood :)

This weekend, I’m going with Wanda to Christmas in the South, which is some kind of festival, with crafts and things. I don’t really know. I think it’ll be a great opportunity for Christmas-themed pictures, though. (If any of my friends are reading this and want to tag along, you’re more than welcome–let me know.)

I love Christmas. I really do. I’ve been thinking I’ll decorate for Christmas before we leave for Kentucky, but I’m not sure. I’ve also been thinking about rearranging the furniture in the living room, and that will take some doing, especially if I want to do it before I decorate. We’ll have to see what I feel up to doing this week. (Yes, I am crazy.)

Well, I feel like I could keep rambling forever, but I should probably try to see if there’s any work to do :> So I’ll sign off here.

According to a journalist (read: not a linguist) named John Humphrys (paraphrased by Yahoo! News):

The Prime Minister and his ally the U.S. President are mangling the [English] language, destroying its meaning by avoiding the use of verbs, twisting nouns into verbs, and endlessly repeating phrases until they become “zombified”.

Dogs and cats, living together–mass hysteria!

I can’t believe he’s actually written a book about this.

Inspectors at border checkpoints have seen it all: people rolled inside carpets, sewn into car seats and stuffed into washing machines, all attempting to be smuggled into the United States.

But inspectors at the Tecate Port of Entry discovered a new twist recently when they encountered a little girl meticulously sealed inside a pinata.

That’s just crazy!

This dragon is so cool. You seriously have to download the movie and watch it. So amazing!

(No, I’m not writing yet. Leave me alone!)

Behold the glory that is RoboDump!

Or something.

Well, apparently it was a Chinese sub! *shakes a finger* Shame on you for lying. (Heading towards China is damning evidence!)

Actually, the first thing I thought when I heard about it was that it was a U.S. sub. I don’t really know why we’d be out there, but you know us…we’re silly.

When I got home from work today, I piddled around reading webcomics for awhile, queued up some new anime downloads, and then took a nap. I wasn’t actually planning on napping until I realized I was really enjoying lying down and decided to stay there. I woke up when Sean got home, and got out of bed.

I didn’t write anything yesterday, so I’m a zillion words behind, and I’m not sure when I’m going to catch up. I will try to write some tonight, though, and since it’s a weekend I won’t have to stop when 10:00 rolls around. Maybe that will help me get a good chunk out.

It seems like I don’t like writing during the day. It never seemed to bother me with the AMRN, I don’t think. But for this daily writing, I’ve far preferred to do it in the evening. I don’t know if this is a matter of wanting the sun to be down when I write, or if it has more to do with the day being over and me having no other pressures on my mind. I did write one day at work, and that happened because I knew I was behind and because I didn’t have much to do that day. I ultimately didn’t write very much at work, anyway.

So I’m not sure what the deal is. It could just be procrastination.

I’m trying to think of when I used to do the most AMRN writing. The majority would occur either at my night desk job, or in the evenings after school. I had a weird schedule that meant I slept during the afternoon and got up in the evening to go to work, then went to school after that. Sometimes I would write between work and class at the student center, but that didn’t happen a whole lot. The sun was out by then.

I don’t know, I’m really starting to wonder if I am unproductive when I’m on my own schedule and when the sun is out. It seems weird, but that’s the only real conclusion I can draw.

The journaling I do here doesn’t really take any effort. I just write what I’m thinking about, which is (for me) as easy as (or easier than) talking. So I can’t really count the fact that I journal at all hours of the day. That, I think, is just fueled by my desire to leave a record of myself and my thoughts.

But anyway, I need to order some dinner and get to work on my book. So I’ll stop my meandering thoughts here.

I slept for about 7 1/2 hours, including an hour of hitting the snooze button. I’ve taken my shower, but I still wish I was in bed ;P

I had a bad dream during my snoozing. In it, this friend of Sean’s who really annoys me intruded on a thread where I was posting between Neville and Gautier Mazarin (it looked like an AMRN thread, but I am doing nothing of the sort over there). Basically, he posted pretending to be Neville, and took Neville completely out of character. It pissed me off, but all I did on the thread was post as as moderator stating that he couldn’t barge in, and that if he wanted to play he needed to submit a character sheet to Admin.

Then, I went outside, and found that my car was steaming violently, and hissing. “Okay, that’s the last straw,” I yelled, storming back into wherever it was–somebody’s house I think–and barging into a room where some people were. “Who freaking drove my car?”

Predictably, Sean’s friend stated that he’d driven it. He was all apologetic and smarmy, which made me hate him even more.

“What did you do to it?” I shouted at him. “Did you decide to take it out for some doughnuts or something?”

I’ve been mad at him recently, for annoying me, so it was like this dream was finally giving me an outlet for those feelings. It was kind of cool.

I’m glad he didn’t really mess up my car. My car does that just fine on its own. (New ignition switch: $150!)

And now I’m going to be late for work. Bye!

Hank Azaria.

Seriously, that man is fine.

I just realized that in my previous post, when I said “writing a novel”, it looked like I was explaining why I wasn’t writing a big post. I actually meant writing a novel.

Hee.

I was reading today about jobs at Google. It would be so cool to be an innovator, someone who changes the face of the world.

(Things are slow today, too, but my boss is back from his vacation and may show up at any moment, so I don’t want to be caught writing a novel when he arrives…)

This is pretty cool.