Hmmm New Years. Fun times.
Another year to hope for the best; another year of probably getting the worst.
Everyone is so hyped up on changing themselves, when that isn't the problem. We change; every day we change, little irrational human beings we are. The problem is changing for the better and ay, there's the rub (ooh, ooh PROFUNDITY ALERT! SHAKESPEARE QUOTATION MODE ACTIVATED).
This year in Summary:
I feel a ton older; an ounce wiser; but not too worse for wear. It's hard to not become wearied by just ourselves, much less this planet of human beings that go around being...human beings.
Ah, spoken by a true person who hasn't had any hardships! XD I mean, seriously, what have I to complain about. And yet, I don't think the Lord looks down on my observations because they have a fraction of truth. As angsty as noting the "wretched self-centerdness of humanity" is, it is kind of true. Just another bit of truth to pile on the sadder, tougher truth experienced by most of the rest of the world.
So, I rest in the grace of God; pray for him to change me so I can make even a small difference in the world. And, in the mean time, I turn my cynicism to whimsy as that is the only escape we have, I think. Savor and increase the tiny, useless things in life to make the deep dark serious stuff look a little less dark and serious. Well, at least give our brains a break from it for a bit. We need to acknowledge both sides of the coin in order to see the real three-dimensional object.
And here I am...rambling.
Happy New Year everyone! Love your Family! Cherish your Friends! Pray for Wisdom! Keep a wary eye out for the HUNDREDS OF ANGSTY BACKSTABBERS THAT ARE OUT THERE *eyeliner*
On this bizarre note, I leave you...
*takes a bow*
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Too many things not posted...
Ok, so I started writing innumerable blog posts, but they all ended in fail.
Story of my life: I've become this guy, http://xkcd.com/621/
(Per usual disclaimer: be aware that you could be offended if you browse further in XKCD.)
tl;dr version of the last...2 months: I didn't keep my promise to update the blog. But that's ok, because no one particularly cares. University is fun but...stress. Our house got yet another hole cut in it due to a workman "error." (My theory: we have a ghost that wants to get out, so he keeps making people cut holes in our walls. Why the sucker doesn't leave, I dunno.) The onions that were watching me have died. I trimmed my hair with non-disatrous results. I got swine flu. I survived swine flu. I said stupid things. I drank my weight in Starbucks.
I'd like to give a squee out to my English class.
We are awesome. My teacher is a grad student who is absolutely hilarious. Most story workshops culminate in the following sentence: "Yeah, your story just needs more death." Between that and the occasional hilarious "writing fail" (which can, alternatively, culminate in extreme frustration "Ur Bad Writing Iz Hurtin' Mah Soul")...such as the case where we recommended that the author just change the mother figure to a girlfriend. Worst part was, he wouldn't really have to change much. Freud chuckles evilly.
Ah, fiction class, where would my Monday nights be without you? Stream of consciousness is great an all, but "Up and coming up again Rick this time..." just doesn't smack of Joseph Conrad. And bowel =/= bowl. Just...yeah.
And I would post the quote of the semester, but I sense people would run away screaming, so I won't. Wise choices.
Also featured this last semester: Quandaries. Wow, my brain has been busily buzzing this whole fall fluctuating between a massively strong faith and a "Huh....oh bother" sort of faith. This actually excites me somewhat even though I'm still in a bit of some quandaries at the moment, but I think that whatever comes out of this, I'll be stronger. I'm *thinking* God can handle some questions and quandaries. I never wanted a blind shallow faith, and I think that this will help me get a deeper, more wide-eyed faith.
Also new: I'm being really bold about saying what I believe. Not so much in the prostlytizing department as much as: Well, here's what I think and feel to be very, very true. And people who I think I would disagree with aren't fleeing or condemning or anything. So I think the Lord is working a saweet balance between declaring truth and still being compassionate towards people. This makes me happy because as my awesome Eastern Civ professor stated: There are people way smarter than you or I who believe things that you might think ridiculous, so stop laughing...this has to make sense on some level. A very interesting tightrope to walk between saying: "OH THAT'S YOUR TRUTH AND THAT'S WONDERFUL!" and "YOU ARE GOING TO BURN IN HELL FOREVER AND EVER YOU SINNNNNAR; STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!!!!" There has to be a middle ground, but it is a middle ground in a minefield.
So, we're three weeks away from my first semester being over and I've already learned a ton. As agaonizing as it is, I am so glad I have taken Anthropology. It has not only challenged my own preconceptions, but also has provided me with new insights and arguments against certain dogmas (both mainstream and not). And my professor is quite possibly the nicest person on the planet. What other professor uses: "Elvis has left the building, and so have I" as a notification that he'll be out of town over Thanksgiving break.
On a less "I'm totally deep" note: NOMISTENTIAL CRISIS. ReddiWhip versus The Real Thing.
On one hand, The Real Thing tastes oh so much better and creamier.
On the other hand ReddiWhip comes in CANS so you can mainline it for two minutes straight while hearing that satistfying "SKRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFT"
On the other hand ReddiWhip comes in CANS...canned food...aerosol canned food...ew.
On the OTHER HAND Reddiwhip is convenient
On the OTHER HAND The Real Thing lets you use an awesome beater! *bzzzz*
I dunno.....
Story of my life: I've become this guy, http://xkcd.com/621/
(Per usual disclaimer: be aware that you could be offended if you browse further in XKCD.)
tl;dr version of the last...2 months: I didn't keep my promise to update the blog. But that's ok, because no one particularly cares. University is fun but...stress. Our house got yet another hole cut in it due to a workman "error." (My theory: we have a ghost that wants to get out, so he keeps making people cut holes in our walls. Why the sucker doesn't leave, I dunno.) The onions that were watching me have died. I trimmed my hair with non-disatrous results. I got swine flu. I survived swine flu. I said stupid things. I drank my weight in Starbucks.
I'd like to give a squee out to my English class.
We are awesome. My teacher is a grad student who is absolutely hilarious. Most story workshops culminate in the following sentence: "Yeah, your story just needs more death." Between that and the occasional hilarious "writing fail" (which can, alternatively, culminate in extreme frustration "Ur Bad Writing Iz Hurtin' Mah Soul")...such as the case where we recommended that the author just change the mother figure to a girlfriend. Worst part was, he wouldn't really have to change much. Freud chuckles evilly.
Ah, fiction class, where would my Monday nights be without you? Stream of consciousness is great an all, but "Up and coming up again Rick this time..." just doesn't smack of Joseph Conrad. And bowel =/= bowl. Just...yeah.
And I would post the quote of the semester, but I sense people would run away screaming, so I won't. Wise choices.
Also featured this last semester: Quandaries. Wow, my brain has been busily buzzing this whole fall fluctuating between a massively strong faith and a "Huh....oh bother" sort of faith. This actually excites me somewhat even though I'm still in a bit of some quandaries at the moment, but I think that whatever comes out of this, I'll be stronger. I'm *thinking* God can handle some questions and quandaries. I never wanted a blind shallow faith, and I think that this will help me get a deeper, more wide-eyed faith.
Also new: I'm being really bold about saying what I believe. Not so much in the prostlytizing department as much as: Well, here's what I think and feel to be very, very true. And people who I think I would disagree with aren't fleeing or condemning or anything. So I think the Lord is working a saweet balance between declaring truth and still being compassionate towards people. This makes me happy because as my awesome Eastern Civ professor stated: There are people way smarter than you or I who believe things that you might think ridiculous, so stop laughing...this has to make sense on some level. A very interesting tightrope to walk between saying: "OH THAT'S YOUR TRUTH AND THAT'S WONDERFUL!" and "YOU ARE GOING TO BURN IN HELL FOREVER AND EVER YOU SINNNNNAR; STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!!!!" There has to be a middle ground, but it is a middle ground in a minefield.
So, we're three weeks away from my first semester being over and I've already learned a ton. As agaonizing as it is, I am so glad I have taken Anthropology. It has not only challenged my own preconceptions, but also has provided me with new insights and arguments against certain dogmas (both mainstream and not). And my professor is quite possibly the nicest person on the planet. What other professor uses: "Elvis has left the building, and so have I" as a notification that he'll be out of town over Thanksgiving break.
On a less "I'm totally deep" note: NOMISTENTIAL CRISIS. ReddiWhip versus The Real Thing.
On one hand, The Real Thing tastes oh so much better and creamier.
On the other hand ReddiWhip comes in CANS so you can mainline it for two minutes straight while hearing that satistfying "SKRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFT"
On the other hand ReddiWhip comes in CANS...canned food...aerosol canned food...ew.
On the OTHER HAND Reddiwhip is convenient
On the OTHER HAND The Real Thing lets you use an awesome beater! *bzzzz*
I dunno.....
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Requisite 09/09/09 post
Why? CAUSE IT IS COOL! That's why.
So yeah. Hooray for dates that have numerical meaning. I like to keep an eye out for such dates throughout the year. Only they generally along the more esoteric line such as mathematical formulas "embedded." If only I were clever enough to be a mathematician. I think I'd have much fun.
So today will entail all of the ideas that I thought I wanted to blog about, but never really made work.
1) The Onions are watching me. We planted awesome last year onions, and they shot up and went to seed complete with little tufts of flowers on the end of long stalks. So, it looked like the onions were transmorgified into some tentacled beast with eyestalks. And they were watching us all summer. But now one of the eye-stalks has fallen, much to my chagrin.
2) Our house is haunted by a moody spirit that keeps deciding that it wants out...then no it doesn't. Then it does again. Why? Our house requires an inordinate amount of work that requires cavernous holes being carved in the walls. Which linger. For months. Then shortly after we get then repaired, another hole must be chipped.
3) We have a curse in which every item of ours that breaks is nearly impossible to fix. "This has never happened before!" or "I've never seen something like this." is said by nearly every computer technician, repairman, or plumber that darkens our doorway.
4) Grammar: Keep usin' it, foo.
5) Don't self-publish. Just don't.
There we go. I made a post on 09/09/09
And stop laughing at me because I didn't publish it at 9:09:09 in the morning. I was in anthropology at that time. So there.
:)
Stay......as happy as possible! In this dark, dark, depressing world we live in. *angst*
*not angst*
*smile*
So yeah. Hooray for dates that have numerical meaning. I like to keep an eye out for such dates throughout the year. Only they generally along the more esoteric line such as mathematical formulas "embedded." If only I were clever enough to be a mathematician. I think I'd have much fun.
So today will entail all of the ideas that I thought I wanted to blog about, but never really made work.
1) The Onions are watching me. We planted awesome last year onions, and they shot up and went to seed complete with little tufts of flowers on the end of long stalks. So, it looked like the onions were transmorgified into some tentacled beast with eyestalks. And they were watching us all summer. But now one of the eye-stalks has fallen, much to my chagrin.
2) Our house is haunted by a moody spirit that keeps deciding that it wants out...then no it doesn't. Then it does again. Why? Our house requires an inordinate amount of work that requires cavernous holes being carved in the walls. Which linger. For months. Then shortly after we get then repaired, another hole must be chipped.
3) We have a curse in which every item of ours that breaks is nearly impossible to fix. "This has never happened before!" or "I've never seen something like this." is said by nearly every computer technician, repairman, or plumber that darkens our doorway.
4) Grammar: Keep usin' it, foo.
5) Don't self-publish. Just don't.
There we go. I made a post on 09/09/09
And stop laughing at me because I didn't publish it at 9:09:09 in the morning. I was in anthropology at that time. So there.
:)
Stay......as happy as possible! In this dark, dark, depressing world we live in. *angst*
*not angst*
*smile*
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Scootin' around Campus
In keeping with that magnificent collegiate tradition of speaking authoritatively on a subject after minimal experience ("Well, I'VE had a semester of Philosophy!"), the College-goer of approximately 4 days shall now impart wisdom to next year's freshies.
Some facetious, some serious.
1) Do not overload your backpack if you plan to stay more than 2 minutes on campus. This problem is particularly compounded if you happen to stay for, say, 12 hours on campus. You're not that buff. And neither am I, apparently.
2) Don't dress up whatsoever on your first day. It really makes you stand out when probably the best idea is to look as invisible as possible (at least until you have found your classes...). By dressing down and looking decent but not stand-out-ish, you (a) can add a full academic year onto your appearance and (b) figure out where the heck you are going and the best way to do things without being interrupted by people. I've found that the more attractive/ostentatious/ridiculous (the line is blurred with my fashion sense...) I look the friendlier people will be. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but my primary concern first day of class is to scoot into my seat after being late, figure out where to stash my voluminous backpack, calculate exactly how much coffee I will need, and other such important things as opposed to chumming up with whomever I happen to sit next to.
3) Lay low for a few days and don't chum up for a bit if you can avoid it. I'm not saying that it's bad to have wide horizons, but with my gregarious personality I have brought many awkward moments on myself by being too friendly. Yes, too friendly. Such a curse generally brings one of three maladies: (a) a victim of "Teh Friendly (tm)" will sometimes shun you in a state of terror, (b) a willing accomplice to "Teh Friendly" will declare you their "Best Fwend Forwever"...even after you both discover that you have absolutely nothing in common. (This leads to the inevitable: "Well....I feel bad not hanging out with you cos you're a lovely person, but we mainly stay silent the whole time...what did the professor just say?" inner monologue), or (c) an overly-romantic idealist will decide that you are "The One." (And we're not talkin' Neo here...)
4) Feel free to take potentially humiliating risks for the sake of comfort. I accomplished this by digging out my old scooter which (at first glance) can only be described as: Safe-looking. Four wheels. I had, in my youth, felt a bit self-conscious about this scooter despite the fact that it totally pwned all of the flimsy little Razors zipping around. Frances (as I have recently dubbed him/her) is a hefty 6-7 pounds of sturdy metal with a turning radius ranging between "wide" and "very wide." Nevertheless what she lacks in appearance, she makes up for in stability, speed, and comfort (you lean to turn her, and can steer her using no hands, with practice. I can handily prop myself against her handlebars and coast comfortably rather than worrying about the wiggly giggly steering shafts that have a tendency to unhandily veer in ugly directions). And, by the end of my first day with her, I was receiving many compliments of "cool scooter."
That's it for now.
Some facetious, some serious.
1) Do not overload your backpack if you plan to stay more than 2 minutes on campus. This problem is particularly compounded if you happen to stay for, say, 12 hours on campus. You're not that buff. And neither am I, apparently.
2) Don't dress up whatsoever on your first day. It really makes you stand out when probably the best idea is to look as invisible as possible (at least until you have found your classes...). By dressing down and looking decent but not stand-out-ish, you (a) can add a full academic year onto your appearance and (b) figure out where the heck you are going and the best way to do things without being interrupted by people. I've found that the more attractive/ostentatious/ridiculous (the line is blurred with my fashion sense...) I look the friendlier people will be. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but my primary concern first day of class is to scoot into my seat after being late, figure out where to stash my voluminous backpack, calculate exactly how much coffee I will need, and other such important things as opposed to chumming up with whomever I happen to sit next to.
3) Lay low for a few days and don't chum up for a bit if you can avoid it. I'm not saying that it's bad to have wide horizons, but with my gregarious personality I have brought many awkward moments on myself by being too friendly. Yes, too friendly. Such a curse generally brings one of three maladies: (a) a victim of "Teh Friendly (tm)" will sometimes shun you in a state of terror, (b) a willing accomplice to "Teh Friendly" will declare you their "Best Fwend Forwever"...even after you both discover that you have absolutely nothing in common. (This leads to the inevitable: "Well....I feel bad not hanging out with you cos you're a lovely person, but we mainly stay silent the whole time...what did the professor just say?" inner monologue), or (c) an overly-romantic idealist will decide that you are "The One." (And we're not talkin' Neo here...)
4) Feel free to take potentially humiliating risks for the sake of comfort. I accomplished this by digging out my old scooter which (at first glance) can only be described as: Safe-looking. Four wheels. I had, in my youth, felt a bit self-conscious about this scooter despite the fact that it totally pwned all of the flimsy little Razors zipping around. Frances (as I have recently dubbed him/her) is a hefty 6-7 pounds of sturdy metal with a turning radius ranging between "wide" and "very wide." Nevertheless what she lacks in appearance, she makes up for in stability, speed, and comfort (you lean to turn her, and can steer her using no hands, with practice. I can handily prop myself against her handlebars and coast comfortably rather than worrying about the wiggly giggly steering shafts that have a tendency to unhandily veer in ugly directions). And, by the end of my first day with her, I was receiving many compliments of "cool scooter."
That's it for now.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Excuse for not posting in a while. I've been busy! No, really.
Brief update my minions adoring fans.
Holy Bat Guano August has zoomed by real!fast.
My room is almost all the way painted. Huzzah! It looks magnificent and not unlike a giant chocolate mint, which makes me very pleased. I have two walls cream, one wall a bright-ish green, and one wall brown with brown woodwork and a brown!and!green door (which was a last minute decision of mine when my friend was over painting. I was like: Green! Green! She countered with: then why the heck did you put brown there. Me: Green! Green!
(It was a long day as we had filled the tiny, not-very-well ventilated room with paint fumes (two different types) and deglosser fumes (which nearly made my cross my eyes...). To the extent that my mum poked her head in there and said: You two, please come out for a bit.
At that point we were so close to being done that we were at the "We don't CARE! HAHA! AFTER 5 HOURS! WE NEARLY FINISHED! HEEE!" But that could have been exacerbated by the fumes.
Aaaand I had to work more this week (two grueling days per week! for the past week and this week! The horrorz. Meanwhile, someone's house is being bombed....). Happily we are getting more help meaning that I'm not as uber crucial. Which is teh happiez. And! I got two pair of jeans (both adorable), two t-shirts, three tank tops, a jacket, and the cutest mini-skirt evar (I wear them over jeans and leggings etc...) for under $40. :D Hooray for employee discounts, coupons, and working at consignment shops.
Tomorrow me and teh sibling are going down to uni to plot our ways around for the coming year so she don't have to do it on class morning. And I should really get back to her to find where to get my books, but I don't get my scholarship disbursement until the 14th anyway...so it don't super matter. And I'm getting the hairs trimmed tomorrow. No more mullet for me. *sigh*
In injury news, I nearly got a sweet bruise from smacking into someone at the waterpark. So there were four peeps in our raft and somehow it got offkilter and swung up onto the side of the slide and promptly almost folded in half. Tossing me across it nearly. Smack....ow. Talk about your awkward moment. AAAND same day at the bottom of a new!shiny!actually!Boring slide, the big giant raft actually ditched me and my compadre on the ride. Which apparently isn't supposed to happen, so they had someone come over and interview us because "well it's a new ride."
Yeah, and I'm thinking that suddenly getting sucked underwater and feeling your lungs sieze up from sudden water entry is NOT how the ride is supposed to end? Awwww.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, sure, once my trachea is clear, I'll be dandy. In the meantime, pass me a Heimlich would you?"
Finally, I nearly got run over by a truck. So, I was crossing the street outside my work, and the entire city where I work has been recently chipsealed. But the geniuses in charge of public planning had not gotten around to repainting those pesky crosswalk markings.
So, the only thing designating them are the near billion signs throughout the town saying: "there are people here! And they walk! Across the street sometimes! Don't run them over, plz!" There's even a nifty little cone on one of the "crosswalks" across from the one I was walking on saying: "U needs to stop. Itz the law, foo." Essentially.
Yeah, so I'm happily sauntering across the street in designated yet invisible crosswalk. A minivan stops. I keep sauntering but see a big work truck pulling a trailer full of lawn equipment barreling down the road. Going fast. Really fast. And I do a quick calculation and realize that he probably can't stop in time. And, due to the fact that Edward was for some inexplicable reason NOT PRESENT! *sneer*, I decided it would be more prudent to slow to a crawl so that I'm not like loitering in front of the minivan (that's a nice hood ornament you got thar...).
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Holy cow, it ain't stopping.
Meaning I have to stop.
Like nao.
*stop*
Minivan honks horn frantically (guessing at unobservant truck driver because the mom inhabiting said minivan was probably envisioning said me becoming smush if she didn't act said quickly.)
Me is startled by beep.
*looks at beep*
Truck barrels by at approximate velocity somewhere between fast and real fast.
Me, realizing I nearly became smush, scampers across street.
So nearly dying, getting injured and getting high on fumes has been greatly occupying my time.
And I suppose since I'm blogging I'm supposed to tie this so some deep universal truth. Which is: don't get hit by trucks, as it will most likely hurt. Fin.
Forgive the abhorrent lack of grammar-ness and punctuation and capitalization. Tis terrible, I know forsooth. But, frankly, after spending the past months on a writing board in which it is nearly required to have perfect grammar all of the time, I'm getting rather sloppy in my off time. Bad me.
Peace
Holy Bat Guano August has zoomed by real!fast.
My room is almost all the way painted. Huzzah! It looks magnificent and not unlike a giant chocolate mint, which makes me very pleased. I have two walls cream, one wall a bright-ish green, and one wall brown with brown woodwork and a brown!and!green door (which was a last minute decision of mine when my friend was over painting. I was like: Green! Green! She countered with: then why the heck did you put brown there. Me: Green! Green!
(It was a long day as we had filled the tiny, not-very-well ventilated room with paint fumes (two different types) and deglosser fumes (which nearly made my cross my eyes...). To the extent that my mum poked her head in there and said: You two, please come out for a bit.
At that point we were so close to being done that we were at the "We don't CARE! HAHA! AFTER 5 HOURS! WE NEARLY FINISHED! HEEE!" But that could have been exacerbated by the fumes.
Aaaand I had to work more this week (two grueling days per week! for the past week and this week! The horrorz. Meanwhile, someone's house is being bombed....). Happily we are getting more help meaning that I'm not as uber crucial. Which is teh happiez. And! I got two pair of jeans (both adorable), two t-shirts, three tank tops, a jacket, and the cutest mini-skirt evar (I wear them over jeans and leggings etc...) for under $40. :D Hooray for employee discounts, coupons, and working at consignment shops.
Tomorrow me and teh sibling are going down to uni to plot our ways around for the coming year so she don't have to do it on class morning. And I should really get back to her to find where to get my books, but I don't get my scholarship disbursement until the 14th anyway...so it don't super matter. And I'm getting the hairs trimmed tomorrow. No more mullet for me. *sigh*
In injury news, I nearly got a sweet bruise from smacking into someone at the waterpark. So there were four peeps in our raft and somehow it got offkilter and swung up onto the side of the slide and promptly almost folded in half. Tossing me across it nearly. Smack....ow. Talk about your awkward moment. AAAND same day at the bottom of a new!shiny!actually!Boring slide, the big giant raft actually ditched me and my compadre on the ride. Which apparently isn't supposed to happen, so they had someone come over and interview us because "well it's a new ride."
Yeah, and I'm thinking that suddenly getting sucked underwater and feeling your lungs sieze up from sudden water entry is NOT how the ride is supposed to end? Awwww.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, sure, once my trachea is clear, I'll be dandy. In the meantime, pass me a Heimlich would you?"
Finally, I nearly got run over by a truck. So, I was crossing the street outside my work, and the entire city where I work has been recently chipsealed. But the geniuses in charge of public planning had not gotten around to repainting those pesky crosswalk markings.
So, the only thing designating them are the near billion signs throughout the town saying: "there are people here! And they walk! Across the street sometimes! Don't run them over, plz!" There's even a nifty little cone on one of the "crosswalks" across from the one I was walking on saying: "U needs to stop. Itz the law, foo." Essentially.
Yeah, so I'm happily sauntering across the street in designated yet invisible crosswalk. A minivan stops. I keep sauntering but see a big work truck pulling a trailer full of lawn equipment barreling down the road. Going fast. Really fast. And I do a quick calculation and realize that he probably can't stop in time. And, due to the fact that Edward was for some inexplicable reason NOT PRESENT! *sneer*, I decided it would be more prudent to slow to a crawl so that I'm not like loitering in front of the minivan (that's a nice hood ornament you got thar...).
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Holy cow, it ain't stopping.
Meaning I have to stop.
Like nao.
*stop*
Minivan honks horn frantically (guessing at unobservant truck driver because the mom inhabiting said minivan was probably envisioning said me becoming smush if she didn't act said quickly.)
Me is startled by beep.
*looks at beep*
Truck barrels by at approximate velocity somewhere between fast and real fast.
Me, realizing I nearly became smush, scampers across street.
So nearly dying, getting injured and getting high on fumes has been greatly occupying my time.
And I suppose since I'm blogging I'm supposed to tie this so some deep universal truth. Which is: don't get hit by trucks, as it will most likely hurt. Fin.
Forgive the abhorrent lack of grammar-ness and punctuation and capitalization. Tis terrible, I know forsooth. But, frankly, after spending the past months on a writing board in which it is nearly required to have perfect grammar all of the time, I'm getting rather sloppy in my off time. Bad me.
Peace
Sunday, July 26, 2009
In which the author realizes exactly what she thinks of universal healthcare
So, I turned 18 recently. But that has really nothing to do with this post beyond setting the stage. (I personally despise: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME =) :) ;) :D XD! posts.)
Due to the fact that I turned 18 recently (cleverly avoiding repeated repetitive redundancy), I needed to renew my driver's permit. (Not license, permit. Remember, I'm in the slow class for driving.) So me and Padre headed off to the DMV last Monday, which was an experience in and of itself.
1) All people in my local area, now your local DMV will NOT be handling license/permit renewals or issuings, you need to go to the head one that also is head of the juvenile corrections centre.What your local DMVs will be handling eludes me at this point in time, but they sure as heck won't be doing licenses/permits.
2) Best place to people watch is the DMV as virtually EVERYone from EVERY walk of life has to go there. You get to see it all. But, if you don't fancy people-watching
3) Bring a book (stupid me...). Let's wait in line for approximately 2/3 the lifetime of your average red giant star. *sigh* Although, my father and I were able to happily pass the time envisioning when this will be the everyday "hospital" experience iffen we get dat loverly healthcare. "But sir, I'm bleeding. Bad." "Take a number; go to the back of the line. You can use your shirt to make a tourniquet."
Well, I finally reached my person, and I was a little alarmed as the hobbity fellow was wearing a shirt emblazoned with "Sherrif's Department" as opposed to "Department of Motor Vehicles."
This will probably take forever as he most likely doesn't know much about the process. Oh boy.
Here's the really great part: he DIDN'T TAKE FOREVER! He briskly went about his work, and I got finished in no time.
I toddled over to the picture-taking department and got a fairly good picture to boot. We were in and out of the DMV in approximately 45 minutes. Hooray!
Having happily checked that off the list, I went about my daily business with my new shiny card.
Until, yesterday, that is. I went to a shop and the gal checked my I.D. and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, we can't take this. It's expired. "
Me: Whut? "Oh that's weird, I just got it five days ago, on the 20th."
Gal: "Yup, but it says "Expires: 7/20/2009"
Me: "Well what do you know, it does. Never mind, then. Cheers, love. I'd better boogie before I throw a hissy fit at the stupid DMV."
Yes indeedy, folks. U.S. government in action. Apparently, deare hobbit forgot to change the expiration date on my card so that it listed the proper year, which should be 2012.
So now I have a card proudly emblazoned with:
I.D. issued: 7/20/2009
I.D. expires: 7/20/2009
I never had a chance.
And now I really don't want healthcare courtesy of Uncle Sam. Can you imagine the hilarity?
Your prescription runs out on the day it was issued.
You're checked out of the hospital on the day you check in.
Oh, the possibilities are endless.
Due to the fact that I turned 18 recently (cleverly avoiding repeated repetitive redundancy), I needed to renew my driver's permit. (Not license, permit. Remember, I'm in the slow class for driving.) So me and Padre headed off to the DMV last Monday, which was an experience in and of itself.
1) All people in my local area, now your local DMV will NOT be handling license/permit renewals or issuings, you need to go to the head one that also is head of the juvenile corrections centre.What your local DMVs will be handling eludes me at this point in time, but they sure as heck won't be doing licenses/permits.
2) Best place to people watch is the DMV as virtually EVERYone from EVERY walk of life has to go there. You get to see it all. But, if you don't fancy people-watching
3) Bring a book (stupid me...). Let's wait in line for approximately 2/3 the lifetime of your average red giant star. *sigh* Although, my father and I were able to happily pass the time envisioning when this will be the everyday "hospital" experience iffen we get dat loverly healthcare. "But sir, I'm bleeding. Bad." "Take a number; go to the back of the line. You can use your shirt to make a tourniquet."
Well, I finally reached my person, and I was a little alarmed as the hobbity fellow was wearing a shirt emblazoned with "Sherrif's Department" as opposed to "Department of Motor Vehicles."
This will probably take forever as he most likely doesn't know much about the process. Oh boy.
Here's the really great part: he DIDN'T TAKE FOREVER! He briskly went about his work, and I got finished in no time.
I toddled over to the picture-taking department and got a fairly good picture to boot. We were in and out of the DMV in approximately 45 minutes. Hooray!
Having happily checked that off the list, I went about my daily business with my new shiny card.
Until, yesterday, that is. I went to a shop and the gal checked my I.D. and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, we can't take this. It's expired. "
Me: Whut? "Oh that's weird, I just got it five days ago, on the 20th."
Gal: "Yup, but it says "Expires: 7/20/2009"
Me: "Well what do you know, it does. Never mind, then. Cheers, love. I'd better boogie before I throw a hissy fit at the stupid DMV."
Yes indeedy, folks. U.S. government in action. Apparently, deare hobbit forgot to change the expiration date on my card so that it listed the proper year, which should be 2012.
So now I have a card proudly emblazoned with:
I.D. issued: 7/20/2009
I.D. expires: 7/20/2009
I never had a chance.
And now I really don't want healthcare courtesy of Uncle Sam. Can you imagine the hilarity?
Your prescription runs out on the day it was issued.
You're checked out of the hospital on the day you check in.
Oh, the possibilities are endless.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
So how shall I change in order to get more money...
Okay...so a minor rant. I'm on fastweb and I'm filling out all this personal info crapola And you get to the Personal Attribute Checklist. Here it is. Apparently, I have no personal attributes according to this exhaustive list. I'm putting the ones I find particularly preposterous in bold.
Adopted
Against the Death Penalty (But strangely enough, no "For the Death Penalty.")
Bilingual (I'm working on that....
)
Birth mother who has child placed for adoption
Bisexual
Canadian Citizen Technically, if we had been on the ball I could have gotten a dual citizenship, but it wouldn't be recognized by the U.S.
Cancer, siblings diagnosed with
Cathedral Home for Children, former resident
Clinically Overweight (This gives me great joy to know that when I become a walrus, I could possibly qualify for some scholarships. )
Displaced Homemaker
Domestic Abuse, Victim/Survivor of (Because there are a lot of people who don't survive Domestic abuse applying for scholarships.... Sorry. That was mean and insensitive. But....they didn't need the "Survivor of" one. I know, I know, it's a technical term. But Technically...)
Drug Conviction (And I'd get a SCHOLARSHIP FOR THIS??? They seem to downplay this perk in the anti-drug campaign. Maybe they'll give you money if you clean up...I certainly hope so. "Funded by The Godfather")
Farm, Raised on
Feminist
Foster Care Recipient
From a Small Town, 25000 population
Gay/Lesbian
Head of Household
Height: Women 5'10" or above, Men 6'2" or above I'm feeling very discriminated against
Last Name Van Valkenburg Seriously, my name is weirder than that. I should get PAID because my name is so messed up.
Married
Mobile Home Park Resident Uhm...wow
Orphan (Parentless) (<-- Parenthetical note for the student who honestly thinks he was delivered by storks.)
Parent
Parent of Multiples
Parent, Student with dependent Children
Political Party: Democrat
Political Party Republican (Cos we're all either one or the other. *snickers* I know what happened: The Libertarians were all hiding from the government, the Anarchists cannot possibly organize themselves into a scholarship-producing body, the Independents were indifferent, the Conservatives had no money, the Liberals....ideas anyone?, The Communists have already spent their money, and the Greens don't trade in paper currency because it destroys trees.)
Public Assistance Recipient
Public Housing Resident
Recently Immigrated to the United States
Refugee
Reservation, Resident of (See also "Domestic Violence, Victim of" or "Werewolf, High Possibility of Being" I can say these intolerant things because (a) I'm most likely partly Native American and (b) My friend worked on a reservation and has seen some heartbreaking things. My heart goes out to all the children of the reservations. You deserve better than what many of you get.)
Residence Hall Resident (Dormitory) (See also: Refugee)
September 11, Affected by Tragedy (Who wasn't? I'm tempted to click this...but I sense it is for immediate family members only.)
Single Parent
Spanish Speaking (I knew I should have studied harder...)
Student, One of Multiples (Twins...etc)
Survivor of Domestic Violence (See my comment for "Victim")
Transgender
Transplant Recipient
Transplant Candidate
Undocumented Immigrant (Won't. Say. A Thing.)
Vegetarian (Seriously. You get money for "don't eat no meat"? O.O)
Adopted
Against the Death Penalty (But strangely enough, no "For the Death Penalty.")
Bilingual (I'm working on that....
)Birth mother who has child placed for adoption
Bisexual
Canadian Citizen Technically, if we had been on the ball I could have gotten a dual citizenship, but it wouldn't be recognized by the U.S.
Cancer, siblings diagnosed with
Cathedral Home for Children, former resident
Clinically Overweight (This gives me great joy to know that when I become a walrus, I could possibly qualify for some scholarships. )
Displaced Homemaker
Domestic Abuse, Victim/Survivor of (Because there are a lot of people who don't survive Domestic abuse applying for scholarships.... Sorry. That was mean and insensitive. But....they didn't need the "Survivor of" one. I know, I know, it's a technical term. But Technically...)
Drug Conviction (And I'd get a SCHOLARSHIP FOR THIS??? They seem to downplay this perk in the anti-drug campaign. Maybe they'll give you money if you clean up...I certainly hope so. "Funded by The Godfather")
Farm, Raised on
Feminist
Foster Care Recipient
From a Small Town, 25000 population
Gay/Lesbian
Head of Household
Height: Women 5'10" or above, Men 6'2" or above I'm feeling very discriminated against
Last Name Van Valkenburg Seriously, my name is weirder than that. I should get PAID because my name is so messed up.
Married
Mobile Home Park Resident Uhm...wow
Orphan (Parentless) (<-- Parenthetical note for the student who honestly thinks he was delivered by storks.)
Parent
Parent of Multiples
Parent, Student with dependent Children
Political Party: Democrat
Political Party Republican (Cos we're all either one or the other. *snickers* I know what happened: The Libertarians were all hiding from the government, the Anarchists cannot possibly organize themselves into a scholarship-producing body, the Independents were indifferent, the Conservatives had no money, the Liberals....ideas anyone?, The Communists have already spent their money, and the Greens don't trade in paper currency because it destroys trees.)
Public Assistance Recipient
Public Housing Resident
Recently Immigrated to the United States
Refugee
Reservation, Resident of (See also "Domestic Violence, Victim of" or "Werewolf, High Possibility of Being" I can say these intolerant things because (a) I'm most likely partly Native American and (b) My friend worked on a reservation and has seen some heartbreaking things. My heart goes out to all the children of the reservations. You deserve better than what many of you get.)
Residence Hall Resident (Dormitory) (See also: Refugee)
September 11, Affected by Tragedy (Who wasn't? I'm tempted to click this...but I sense it is for immediate family members only.)
Single Parent
Spanish Speaking (I knew I should have studied harder...)
Student, One of Multiples (Twins...etc)
Survivor of Domestic Violence (See my comment for "Victim")
Transgender
Transplant Recipient
Transplant Candidate
Undocumented Immigrant (Won't. Say. A Thing.)
Vegetarian (Seriously. You get money for "don't eat no meat"? O.O)
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