Category: Weblog

Gotta get back in my groove

OK, it’s been a rough couple days, but it’s time to update ye olde weblog.
The Election: What can I say that hasn’t been said. I’m disappointed. I’m frustrated. Others have written good things about the effects of this election so I won’t go over those points here. It simply sucks…
Today I was trying to figure out why I had the sinking feeling in my gut. The reality is that as a highly paid white married man with children, the direct effects of the GOP control of government won’t target me or my family. I’m the kind of person they want happy. I thought to myself, “Why do I care about this so much?” “Why can’t I just let this go? I’ll never need an abortion or Medicaid, or hopefully Social Security.”
Then the answer came to me. It’s not that I disagree so much with the ideas. I do disagree, but not to dramatic levels. The real issue is that the Republicans appear to me to always, ALWAYS, lying about the real reasons behind their policies.
It’s the thought that our government is run by a group that surrounds themselves in deception and duplicity that fills me with dread.
They are lying about the reason to invade Iraq.
They are lying about the environment.
They are lying about privatizing Social Security.
They are lying about the Patriot Act.
They are lying about tax cuts and the economy.
They are lying about widespread corporate fraud.
They are lying about role of religion in government.
They are lying about the War on Drugs.
They are lying about EVERYTHING.
If they simply told the truth behind what they were doing to the public, I might not feel as if the wool was pulled over the country’s eyes. My fear is that the Republicans have just run an elaborate con game on the country and the country is to oblivious to realize this.
After I expressed my loathing of Bush & the GOP to a Republican friend, he told me, “Now you know how I felt for 8 years when Clinton was President.” Payback is a bitch.
My brother and many others are pissed at their fellow American citizens for not voting. Personally, I wish every citizen did vote, I don’t think we can lay the results of the election at their feet. People have the right to not use their rights if they want.
Enough of the political talk. It’s not my strong suit. I lost $40 betting on the election. I need to stick to the things I know to get my mind and body back in good shape.
In an all too common “wow, it’s a small world” occurance, Styrofoamkitty was reading my weblog and saw my South Pasadena t-shirt. Long term Cruft readers know that I live in the tiny town of South Pasadena, surrounded on all sides by the behemoth cities of LA, Pasadena, and Alhambra. It seems that Styrofoamkitty used to live in So. Pas. during her high school years. Currently she lives somewhere near DC in my brothers group of DC bloggers.
She mentioned the street address of her old house and it’s on my way to work.
Here’s her old house:

It’s a tiny, itsy-bitsy world with the net tying us together.
The Gaming Front:
I’ve been playing Battlefield 1942 and the RtCW mod Wild West. I enjoy them both greatly, and they help get me into an alpha state in my mind. The relaxation I get from gaming helps me stay sane. Sounds strange, but it’s true.
The blood patch for Battlefield 1942 makes a big difference in gameplay. I’m hoping they make it part of the next game patch.
Here are a couple funny links I saw on Metafilter that you might enjoy:
Anakin’s Switch
Dems Strategy Working
Michele is home from the last of six quilt shows this year. I am happy to have her home for a while. Once again I get to enjoy being in the study with her, me on my computer, her making art (currently making beaded necklaces), and the both of us listening to Loveline on the radio. If only I could get her to update her weblog.
Speaking of weblogs, I was reading Anita Rowland’s weblog and saw this post about a public weblog discussion. Too bad it’s in Seattle.
I was reading SeaDoc’s weblog and saw a cool link to screen shots from Longhorn, the post-XP operating system from Microsoft.
Lastly, one good thing that came out of my lunch meeting was hearing about starsinrehab.com. I think there is no limit to the details of celebrity life that America wants to know about.
OK, time to play some BF1942.

It’s gunna be a long night

The Halloween candy finally caught up with my 6 year old, Zoe. About 30 minutes before bed, she complains about an upset stomach.
15 mintues later, she throws up a blue candy/dinner mixture. My mother-in-law is in town, so the eating rules have disappeared.
She says she feels better and climbs into bed. An hour later I hear a noise from her room. She’s on her hands & knees puking on the bed. I clean her up, toss her into my bed, pull off the sheets, put on new sheets, put her back in bed and start a load of laundry.
A couple hours later, I hear her again. She’s puking into the trash basket next to her bed. Still a bit of blue in the puke. Clean her up, clean up the the trash can, etc. She drinks a little water.
An hour later, she walks out of the bathroom and proceeds to puke up the water into the toliet while I hold her hair out of her face. She rinses out her mouth, but I don’t let her drink any more water.
It’s not even 1AM yet. It’s gunna be a long night…
Did I mention that my wife was out of town? 🙂

Success

I have broken the great conspiracy!

After visiting the fifth store of the day looking for Diet Vanilla COke, I finally found it at Ralph’s hidden behind the Diet Coke w/ Lemon.
Is it all I hoped it would be? Yes.
The kids are asleep in bed. Time for me to go play BF1942. Later…

Calm

I’m currently sitting with Mira on the couch. She’s watching Inspector Gadget and I’ve got the laptop. We are both under the blanket and it is quite cozy.
What a week. Birthdays, Halloween, and lots of news.
First of all, go visit my new friend, Metsfan, at his weblog. He needs the hits for incentive. A few comments would hurt either. Tell him you love Windows, he’s a big fan of Windows.
It also appears that Mrs. Diggs is posting a bit, and so is Martin. Alas, my wife appears to be taking month-long breaks between entries. My single brother has attracted women groupies to his site by talking about candy often.
This week Jam Master Jay was killed. For those that don’t know, Jay Master Jay was one of the founders of RUN-DMC, an early rap band that Matt and I used to listen to while growing up here in LA. I was reading a message board when I saw a post about him being killed. I checked several news sites and didn’t see any confirmation. Gabe, the poster, lives in Queens and insisted it was true. He runs weekly Shoutcast radio show and decided to rebroadcast the local radio program that was talking about the news. With a couple clicks, I could hear the local New York radio over the internet. I could hear the DJs talking about it and choking back tears. The people from the message board were also in an IRC channel discussing the news. We got tired of listening to the radio show and Gabe began playing various RUN-DMC songs. Since I am the old-school rap listener, I was able to call out the assorted old tunes that the young guys didn’t know about. It was interesting that this sort of instant community is possible due to the internet. The world just keeps getting smaller.
I laughed when I saw the site pickupyourowndamnsocks.com, I thought it was hilarious. It was only a matter of time before buyyourowndamntampons appeared in response. Reading these sites makes me wonder why people get married.
OK, time to go take a shower. Zoe’s soccer game is at 11 and I need to get the ball rolling. I need to invent a way to drink coffee while in the shower. I’d be rich. Better yet, a way to write your weblog while in the shower…
Lastly, Here’s an image of my home network that drew up. Why post this? Because I’m a geek and I think it’s cool.

Yes

Yes, I know I should have updated this tonight…
But I didn’t.
I fell asleep on the couch, woke up, played BF1942, and now I’m going to sleep.
Tomorrow. I’ll update tomorrow…

Head Explode

I am currently on a work conference call. It’s muted, so they can’t hear me type.
I have these kinds of calls all the time, and usually I’m OK with it.
Today, for some unknown reason, I want to reach through the phone and strangle them all and make them shut up. The urge is great…
I’m sure this is some sort of stress reaction to the current wife-out-of-town, mother-in-law-in-town situation.
And, I still don’t have any Diet Vanilla Coke. But this person is taunting me! Why am I being punished.