Wednesday, January 30, 2008

ummm, yeah

Let's all spend that tax credit and jumpstart our economy -- NOT.

And don't think about this while you're spending it.

This either.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

wooo-fuckin'-hooo! It's party time!

I just emailed the final draft of my dissertation proposal to my committee. Now I wait. Hopefully, their corrections will be minor.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

did i mention...

...that I was working on the MFD again? Yep, should have a final draft to send to the committee by this coming Monday.

Then again, I thought the draft last April was final, till committee member #2 forgot everything she'd told me to do the first few drafts and after I did everything she wanted she actually asked me why things were there after telling me to do them and so I had to change the whole fucking thing again.

But I have a deadline now. I have to successfully defend the proposal and the final dissertation in time to meet the August conferral date at my uni. So says the college that hired me. And where I want to stay employed.

On another note, I made a trip to the library again, for another bunch of cd's to rip and stash on my Zen.

This time around:

Blue Miles
Spin Doctors
Lady Sings the Blues (no, not Billie, believe it or not)
Larry Johnson
Simon & Garfunkel
Joe Cocker
My Chemical Romance
White Stripes
the Who
And a compilation of 70's hard rock hits a la blue oyster cult and uriah heep that I can't find online

Thursday, January 10, 2008

oh fer fuck's sake!

Saying that you are fighting off a cold pretty much assumes that you actually have a snowball's chance in hell of winning the fight. I think today I lost the fight. My sinuses are so bad my teeth and my ears hurt, and I had to come home from work early 'cause I was falling asleep at my desk. I feel all shaky and weak-kneed.

I don't know if the old line is feed a cold, starve a fever...or feed a fever, starve a cold. All I know is I fed it. And I didn't want to cook the way I felt, so I stopped by the chinese food place near the train station on the way home and bought sesame shrimp. And soda, and chocolate.

And I used my steam/vapor machine directly under my nose for about 2 hours tonight, breathing deeply to loosen my sinus congestion. Vicks, decongestant, antihistamine, guafenisen expectorant so the congestion doesn't all go to my bronchial tubes and mess with my asthma. A vaporizer tonight (different from the steam/vapor machine). And I'll sleep in tomorrow and go back to work on Friday.

I just can't get a fucking break, can I?

I do not need to be sick now.

I do not need this!

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

all my friends know the low rider

You know the George Lopez sitcom on nick? There's a song they play when it comes on that I remembered from my high school years, but I couldn't quite place it at first.

I had to google it to remember the band that did that song: War. In 1975. Remember it?

All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher

The low rider drives a little slower
Low rider, is a real goer


Low rider knows every street, yeah
Low rider, is the one to meet, yeah

Low rider don't use no gas now
The low rider don't drive too fast

Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip with me

So I had it on my mind and was thinking that I should pick up that cd soon. And then yesterday on the way home from work I flipped into Barry White, and what do you know! He did a version of the same song. So there it was, Low Rider...the very song going through my brain relentlessly.

I wonder sometimes what people would think if they knew that the chunky 47 year old white woman with the grey roots ('cause I forgot to stock up on my dye) was groovin' to Barry on the mp3 while on the 2 train?

Here it is with War:

you just gotta laugh at someone

Who takes the first half of one sentence in three paragraphs of your comment

which takes you completely out of context

then tells you you're dead wrong


then links you to another blog post

whose author clearly states that she has absolutely no scientific evidence to support her post.

It's not even worth going back there to comment again.

Hey, I have no problems playing in my own playground and staying the fuck out of others'.


Do people bother actually reading before jumping down your throat?

Tuesday, January 01, 2008


You know how that old superstitious thing goes, about who you ring in the new year with being who you are with when the year ends...

Well, if you ring in the new year all alone, does that mean you'll be all alone again the next year?

Maybe that's why I'm still alone...I'm doin' it all wrong. I gotta get the guy to take me out on new year's eve, be with him at midnight, and then we'll surely be together for the year.

Yeah right.

I don't believe it either.