The moral of the story is that journalism is in the crapper. Let's just all make up stuff.

As if you didn't have enough social networking sites to juggle, I'm here to tell you to sign up on another one. Go to and create an account. I promise it is easy, especially if you use iTunes to organize your music. It transferred my entire library and number of song plays to my account in a matter of seconds. It allows me to look for people who enjoy the same sort of music in an effort to find more music I might like. If you sign up, my username is anogete, like always. Be making with the friendlies so I'm not lonely.
I was skiving off work this morning while running an errand and popped by Cost Plus World Market. I'm not sure who is responsible for all the lovely metal sculptures there, but I whipped out my cell to take a couple pictures.

beware of the dragon! )

I'm well and truly writing again. Who knows how long it will last, but I'm enjoying it while I am able. I hope to have the lovely chaptered fic (25,000+ words!) finished in a few days. So excited over my ability to write again I might even make a banner for the fic with pretty pictures of the Doctor (Nine) and Rose.

in which my status as a potential militia member and the state of our fascist government is discussed )
anogete: (Default)
( Mar. 3rd, 2009 07:47 pm)
I've jumped into two swaps at Swap-Bot. The first one should be very easy because it is just a tea exchange. I'll be sending tea to two different people, and I will be receiving tea from two others. The other I am terribly excited about. It is a classic movie bookmark swap. I've already created two double-sided bookmarks in a graphics program, both of which feature one of my favorite movies from the 1940s. I cannot express how anxious I am to see the bookmarks made for me. Yay!

[ profile] scrawled is now accepting artwork commissions from LJ Land. Details are at her journal. She's done two commission for me--one of which was like the ones she's offering now with the index-card-sized artwork. Her art is fantastic, and if you're looking for a little commish action, then you should hit her up.

Ra Ra Riot is fantastic. It's one of those albums I didn't expect much from, but fell in love with immediately. It helps when you're driving home from work, don't catch any red lights, and have the windows rolled down to feel the warm air. "Have I been too discrete? How long am I supposed to wait?"

I'm never going to love the tenth Doctor as much as the Ninth. Never ever. Christopher Eccleston, get your ass back over here.

There was a murder a mile from my apartment this afternoon. o_O A man was shot dead in front of his house by his long-time business associate. Holy crap, the economy sucks, but you don't need to shoot people.
Question for you tea drinkers and/or British folks out there. And if you're from the U.K., and my question is ridiculous, forgive the poor American. I love Earl Grey, and I'm under the impression that is one of the most popular teas. I've always steeped a cup from tea bags from the whole foods store or the market, never loose leaf. I've tried many different brands, and they all taste like Earl Grey to me, with very slight differences. There is a little tea shop I go to now and again for loose leaf tea. They sell their own mixes, and I've rarely been disappointed with the quality. However, I had never purchased any Earl Grey there. Today, I felt the hankering for it, so I dropped in and bought a loose leaf bag of it and some apricot-peach black tea as well. I whipped up a cup of the Earl Grey as soon as I got back to the office and was aghast. I'm very familiar with what I believe is the taste of Earl Grey. It's comforting to sit down with a cup of it. However, this recent purchase was not what I have always known Earl Grey to be. It tasted nothing like every other brand of the tea I've tried. And now I'm wondering if I've been fooled by all the other brands I've had or if the tea shop is completely off base or terribly artistic about their Earl Grey. It had more of a licorice flavor that overwhelmed the bergamot, if the bergamot was even there at all. It even has a bit of an anise taste. Don't get me wrong; I like it. It just isn't what I wanted. Have I been mislead all my life? My tongue is sad. Twinings is a favorite brand of mine, and I like their Earl Grey. They're based out of England, and they're reputable. They couldn't possibly have fudged their formula so much; the fault must lie in the tea shop I went to. Right?

God, that was dull, wasn't it? On to more interesting and/or risque things...

I found this article to be interesting, yet also disturbing and rather frightening. The basic gist is that a group of men were asked to complete a survey that rated their attitudes toward women. Then they were shown pictures of various things, foremost being women in different attires, while their brain patterns were monitored. They found that men who rated as "hostile sexual" (i.e. misogynists) reacted to bikini-clad women as if these women were objects, not people. The portion of a person's brain that interprets another individual's intent did not activate because they did not view the woman as a person, but an object. Yikes. The article did make mention of possibly reproducing the study with women instead of men as the test subjects, and I think that would be fascinating, especially considering my oh-my-god moment with the picture from yesterday. I can honestly say that I was all about that fellow's intent when I was looking at that picture. I didn't see him as just an object, and I'm not sure that I could if I tried, but maybe I'm just fooling myself.
You know, part of me is glad we have people like this in the world to make things fun and interesting. Another part of me says, "Give me a fucking break and grow up."

Self-Proclaimed 'Vampyre' Arrested for Threatening Teen
"The criminal complaint says he was running for president in 2007 when the 16-year-old Rochester girl wrote a message of support on his MySpace page. She told police they began dating online, and the threats began when she tried to break off the relationship.

She told police that 'in a desperate attempt' to get him to leave her alone, she had e-mailed him that she was a member of an elite vampire hunter society and that continuing their relationship would put him in danger."

Right... Let's all live in our own little worlds, shall we?
anogete: (p&p)
( Feb. 4th, 2009 02:02 pm)
hmmm )
anogete: (bjork)
( Feb. 3rd, 2009 08:34 pm)
After watching this clip from Shepard Smith's show on Fox News, I'm feeling much better. I love Shepard Smith, and I probably have the biggest crush on him ever.

The video is only a partial clip a few seconds into the segment in which he talks about the story. The audio and video don't quite sync up in the second half of the clip, but I posted it anyway. His inflection is what kills me. 'Look,' they tell police, 'it's tiny now.'

I'm exhausted, and I'm going to crash on the floor of my office if I don't get out of here soon. Stress is rebounding off the walls of this building, and I can't seem to dodge it. This entire week has been trying, but today was especially so. We've been bidding work left and right, without anything to show for it due to the current climate of the construction industry. I just spent the entire morning hunched over a typewriter filling out government paperwork and transcribing thousands of prices. My usual workload was pushed aside until this afternoon, which means I had to work twice as hard to get it completed. I suppose I could shove it off until next week, but that just leads to more work on Monday, and I don't have time for that. Tomorrow doesn't look much better than today, unfortunately.

And, you know, my entire day is made worse by the fact that I finished A Game of Thrones last night. I loved it, but I'm super duper depressed because I hate when characters I've grown to love die. I'm totally bummed.

During a moment for mental health this afternoon, I read this interesting article on work place sexual harassment. Specifically, sexual harassment directed at men from their female superiors and other women in the office. Working in a construction company, the sexual harassment from men is bound to happen, though I've never experienced it done in front of me while I was in the room. I have heard tale of certain individuals making comments about me or one of the other three women in this office, but it is never done in a harassing or insulting manner; it's usually meant as a complement. Then again, the crude things probably never get back to any of us girls because the boys know better. Has anyone experienced this in their job(s)?
anogete: (stalker)
( Dec. 23rd, 2008 09:17 am)
So many people, including me, seem to be in a bah-humbug sort of mood at the moment. Work is sliding down the happy scale toward a big red sign that says, "Intolerable." I went downstairs to the kitchen to rummage up something sweet to make me feel slightly better about being here when I saw the front page of the newspaper. I read the story, cried, and was thankful all my co-workers weren't there to see me weeping in the damn kitchen. If you want a little something to cheer you up and make you feel the warm fuzzies, even for Christmas, then read the article I pasted below.

wish come true )
I don't have or want children, but I was appalled at this news story. I don't see how any mother could make the statement this woman did by saying, "I need my job more than I need my child." The general gist is that she works the overnight shift at Wal-Mart and says this means she only sees her daughter about an hour each day. For the reason, she wants to give up her daughter to whoever will take her. Fortunately, it appears that this woman's brother has stepped forward and asked for custody of the little girl. I couldn't give up my dog just like that, so I don't see how anyone could give up their kid just like that.

Jason and I watched Salò, an Italian film from 1975. Can you say crappola? It has been touted as one of the most controversial and disturbing films ever. I found it incredibly silly and worthy of the MST3K treatment. Once you take away realism, any subject matter loses its disturbing qualities. However, if you want to see copious boobs and penises, then definitely give this one a shot. However, if you do not want to see people eating poop (yes, poop), then you probably want to pass it over. There are quite a few poop-eating scenes with sexual undertones. Ewww. I'm just sayin'...

Okay, going to bed now. I've had my double shot of NyQuil and a large mug of chamomile tea. Oh, medication, I love you.
anogete: (jet)
( Sep. 16th, 2008 10:04 pm)
The Butt Bandit

Why can't fun things like this happen in Albuquerque? Instead, all we have are shootings and stabbings and carjackings.

True Blood, anyone? I finally saw the second episode on the lovely internets. I'm not quite sure what they're trying to do with Lafayette, and I'm not sure that I like it. I'm rolling with the Tara deal. She's not the Tara of the novels, but I don't dislike her. Oh, and could someone give poor Ryan Kwantan (who plays Jason) some clothes? I adore the theme song for the program, though. Jace Everett wrote and performed it, but not specifically for the television series. I was going to buy his CD, but it appears that it is only available as an import, and I find it difficult to spend $30+ on a CD. I may suck it up and do it anyway because he seems like a wonderful fellow. His blog on MySpace tickles me, especially the bit about vampires crashing his website.
I was checking the news before going to bed and saw this article on CCN's website...

Bus Passenger Beheaded Seat Mate

I don't know why, but I found the article to be extremely disturbing. Well, I do know why, but I'm usually not terribly bothered by these sorts of stories since they're plastered on the news every single day. This one just really got to me, made me extremely uneasy, gave me (bad) goosebumps. Just the circumstances and the fact that the attacker proceeded to cut off this young man's head while warding the other passengers away with a butcher knife. God, that's so effing creepy. I don't want to go to bed because I suspect I'll have nightmares about it.
anogete: (mesmer)
( Jun. 16th, 2008 10:35 am)
I almost cried when I read saw this picture this morning on a news website.

It was taken of two women who have been in a relationship for fifty-five years. In 2004, they were married when the mayor of San Francisco started issuing marriage licenses to gay couples.

Lyon and Martin vividly recall the excitement of being secretly swept into the clerk's office, saying "I do" in front of a tiny group of city staff members and friends, and then being rushed out of the building. There were no corsages, no bottles of champagne. Afterward they went to lunch, just the two of them, at a restaurant run as a job training program for participants in a substance abuse program.

"Of course, nobody down there knew, so we were left to be by ourselves like we wanted to be," said Martin, the less gregarious of the two. "Then we came home."

"And watched TV," adds Lyon.

They're planning on getting married again tomorrow when the California Supreme Court's decision takes effect. How sweet is that? They look so happy, and it makes me wonder how someone could be so cold-hearted as to deny them the ability to marry each other. I'm willing to bet that their relationship is healthier and happier than many heterosexual relationships, especially the 40% of them that end in divorce.

Here's the full article if you'd like to have a read.
A few months ago, I watched What the Bleep Do We Know?, a documentary/film about quantum physics/mechanics. It was fascinating, but some of it just didn't register with me. However, when I saw a copy of the extended edition while out shopping a couple months ago, I bought it. Jason and I sat down and watched half of the documentary footage (about two hours) this weekend. My mind is completely blown. Why isn't this stuff - these experiments - being reported by the mainstream media? Why aren't people losing their marbles over these discoveries? I still find it difficult to wrap my mind around the concepts because they contradict what we've been told to believe all our lives.

total weirdness behind this cut )
I'm making Jason watch Cowboy Bebop. We watched the first two episodes tonight. He's also reading The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman. Yay for conversion! I win.

Spring needs to arrive soon. I received a catalog in the mail with pictures of gorgeous plants and flowers of all sorts. I came so close to dropping fifty bucks on bulbs and seeds. I should just wait another month. They don't ship until the spring anyway.

I finally decided to split the two hamsters up. Their fighting hasn't been as bad since I moved them to the larger cage, but every now and then they get into squabbles. Neither one has been very active, and they seem to spend their days worrying about the other. The smaller one (who happens to be the more aggressive one) seems to enjoy smaller, confined spaces. So, I moved her over to a small Habitrail sort of cage. The larger one was moved into the ten-gallon aquarium I was housing the two gerbils in. And the gerbils were moved into the twenty-gallon aquarium both of the hamsters had been in. Musical chairs with rodents. Everyone seems happy. The gerbils are thrilled with their new space, and both hamsters are acting normal and happy. So, mission accomplished, I suppose. I wish someone at the pet store had warned me about the dangers of housing two of those little hamsters together. I had no idea they prefer to be alone and would turn into fighting demons when they hit hamster adolescence.

This news article makes me sick. The area where this poor woman was mugged is just a couple miles from my place. A co-worker of mine used to live on the corner there. It's a nice neighborhood, even slightly better than where I live. I suppose I'm relatively safe when I walk Ferguson because I never bring my purse, but still... It's disconcerting to the max. It makes me want to buy that Walther PPK that I've been lusting over. Despite being a subcompact, my Glock is just too big to carry in an ankle holster or IWB holster. Maybe it is just me being paranoid, but I think it would look super obvious that I was packing.
anogete: (lee scoresby)
( Dec. 8th, 2007 09:11 pm)
My cold is almost gone!

Jason and I went to see The Golden Compass this afternoon. We both enjoyed it very much. Although, I was a bit miffed that they didn't end it the way the book ended. Everyone should go just to see Sam Elliot steal my heart as Lee Scoresby.

I managed to bang out 3,000+ more words on the SS/HG Exchange fic. I hope to have it completed and sent to the beta by Tuesday evening. Here's hoping...

There were some further developments on the incident I mentioned in this entry. Apparently, the police have managed to find the two young men who they believe murdered the elderly couple three blocks down the street from me. They're magazine subscription salesmen from Dallas. Their motive is still unknown, though I suspect they found some cash in a purse and lifted it for their own purposes. I'm still completely disgusted it the entire situation.

Oh, and I have the cutest flippin' dog ever. He sleeps on my pillow while I'm playing around on the computer. I looked over and saw him giving me this look:

criminally cute )
You know you love my sexy Skinner icon.

I'm feeling slightly better, though I still have some congestion lingering in my sinuses. I long for the day when I can sleep without interruption.

Work is crap. We're having a two-thirty meeting on the new health insurance plan. I'm already aware of how it works, but attendance is mandatory. And to make things worse, my hair is a hot mess today. Everyone keeps telling me about how I should only wash my hair every other day. So, I didn't wash it last night. This was a very big mistake, seeing as how my hair is currently in revolt against this grievous mistreatment. To make matters worse, I overslept this morning, so there was no time to tame this wild beast. I'd take a picture, but it might turn you all to stone.

I've managed to vomit three thousand words of the last minute SS/HG Exchange fic I volunteered to write. I'm going to go back and clean it up today, and (hopefully) write another three thousand, time permitting. I've also managed to plan the remainder of the fic with a general plot outline. It should be completed within ten thousand words unless the muse gets carried away.

The incident I spoke of in this entry is still unresolved. They have determined that the elderly couple was killed by an outsider, and that it was definitely not a murder/suicide. Residents in the neighborhood called with information on a young man in his late-teens/early-20s who had been seen in the area acting suspiciously. Apparently, he attempted to talk his way into another home just a couple days before. They released a composite sketch of him on the local news in an attempt for find him for questioning. They haven't found him, though they did say several pieces of trace evidence were collected from the crime scene for further analysis.

On top of all the hoopla over the double murder, there have been two other home invasions within the last two days. Plus, a former co-worker's apartment was broken into on Wednesday evening at seven o'clock. They took her computer and television after kicking in her door while she was still at work. I know the rise in crime is due to the time of year and all, but it's still disturbing to hear about all of these things, especially after I read that New Mexico is listed as the second most dangerous state according to Morgan Quitno Press. Specifically, we are second in rape, assault, and burglary. And we're sixth in murder. Nice.
anogete: (ferg)
( Oct. 16th, 2007 03:51 pm)
Ellen Degeneres Sobs Over a Dog

This breaks my heart. I adopted Ferguson from an agency run in a similar manner. If I could not keep Ferguson, I promised to return him to the adoption agency. If I violated the contract in any way, I was required to pay the agency $1,000. This makes sense, and I understand why that is included in their adoption contract. However, poor little Iggy was obviously in a nice home and being well cared for. Why couldn't they just fine Ellen and perform a simple home visit on the family Iggy is with now, without yanking the dog out of the house with cops waiting in the wings? Ferguson severely disapproves of their course of action.
My dad sent me this article this morning. Sometimes I love living in New Mexico, especially when they decide to do oddball things like this around here. My favorite part of the article? That the urinal cake ends the message with, "Remember, your future is in your hand."

talking urinal cakes )


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