magichat

Tue, 12 Feb 2008 01:02:57 GMT

ipod = Love.

Venom. And yes. He really said little girl.

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:05:44 GMT

I hate how if there's something going on that involves scantily dressed women, and you're a woman and you don't approve the response is 'well you're jealous, you must be fat, you must be ugly, you must be a lesbian' (like that makes sense). Like the lingerie bowl or skanky halloween costumes or whatever. Today I hear radio dj's talking about the waitresses at Heart attack grill. I quote the radio:

'You know what your problem is if you've got a problem with little girls in sexy nurse outfits"
"You're a fat nurse"

What can you even say to that? I'm not a fat nurse and I'm not jealous and I honestly don't have a clear opinion on restraunts like the gril and Hooters other than its kind of pathetic. It would be nice if we lived in a world where sex and sexual attraction were something that both men and women entered into on equal footing and a Hooter's didn't have the unpleasant aura of exploitation, but that's not the way it is. There's too much baggage. As a society women don't pursue men, they are pursued. Sex is something that is done to women by men, not something that they do together. It is something that men are supposed to do and women are not (Who's the slut and who's the player?) Semantics aside something like 1 in 6 women will be the victim of a rape in their lifetime and a shocking number of men (and women) think that a lot of them deserve it. But lets talk about that lifetime. The number one cause of death for pregnant women and the number two cause of death for young women is homicide, most of the time by their partner. So forgive me if I don't think that women parading around in their underwear for the collective pleasure of the horny masses is a step forward. How are you going to get respect when you don't even ask for it?
But I digress... My point is that this is just one more thing. You can't say anything, you can't do anything. You have to agree or you're an ugly bitch.
I suppose the real question is why do I even care? Do I secretly want to be desirable to this man or am I just enraged that for every jackass on the radio there are a hundred guys in their cars nodding their heads? .

Word on the internet says 51% of guys would commit rape if they knew they would never get caught:
http://www.icasa.org/uploads/acquaintance_rape_-_DRAFT_7.doc
Maybe the study was rigged. Or maybe they'd only do it if she deserved it.

Amen.

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 00:20:10 GMT

A quote.

"But I’d rather die a lonely spinster in a house full of felines than stoke an insecure man’s fragile ego for the rest of his petty life. After all, I’m not that dumb."

Letters to the Editor, New York Times.

Interesting Life

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 21:22:20 GMT

http://xkcd.com/308/

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 07:40:47 GMT

So I totally got laid off on Thursday. It was a suprise but not a complete shock as I knew there would be layoffs, I just didn't realize it would be me. The thought had occured to me but I didn't really think it would be me. Sketchy are the circumstances to say the least. But its all good. Now I have to go find a job I couldn't possibly be less happy with. I am feeling rather rejected at the moment. Why? Me? Not that you ever really know. Whenever you have to ask that question it is almost assured you will never find out, and if you do find out you may not believe it. They took my phone (because technically it was theirs) and their laptop leaving me completely without technology. Also I have no real TV or cable at home so drowning my sorrows electronically hasn't been especially productive. I have a new phone now and a new number. Woo. I hates them.
Where to now?

Update.

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 01:59:19 GMT

Soooo. .. I think I'm going to buy a house.
How bout that now?
My knee hurts.
My job sucks.
I saw a good article in the onion today.
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/women_now_empowered_by_everything

Uggh.

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 02:59:56 GMT

So this is a totally random topic to start posting on again but ...
So there's been a video article on CNNs top videos for a while about a transgendered 7 year old. I finally got bored enough to watch it. The whole proof of the kid being transgendered was that as a young boy he didn't want to play with trucks, instead he wanted to play with dolls. And he didn't want to wear boy clothes, instead he wanted to wear pink. So that's it. That is the sum total of what being female is. Pink and dolls. If you like trucks and shorts you must be a boy.
My favorite toy when I was a kid was a tractor. So does this mean that I'm secretly a transgendered boy in denial? At the moment I'm wearing a skirt so I guess that just means I am hella confused.
Before anybody gets upset I'm not saying people aren't transgendered, I'm just saying that there is more to being a girl than dresses and barbie dolls.

What am I doing.

Wed, 03 May 2006 20:25:29 GMT

I has my last class of my undergraduate career yesterday and the realization that I'm finally done with school hit me like it had never done before. What do I do now? Get a job. Booo.
Supposedly I should be excited about this but I sort of want to crawl under a rock for a while. That may be related to the extreme amount of stress I've been under suddenly being lifted. I'm floating and its very disorienting.
I've felt very scholarly in the last week or two. I had my research symposium for the FURI program which was mostly cool because I'm so enamored with my poster. I've never had a poster before. It's beautiful. Then there was my actual thesis defense which rocked harcore. I am the woman. My second reader is like the scheudling guru and he was all impressed and whatnot. Asked for my slides. That's right my slides are awesome. What about it?
Then there was somethign else I'm sure. Writing a stupid econ paper. AGGGGH. Its over now. Hopefully. Doing calcs for our robot which may or may not work and may or may not EXPLODE. We'll see I guess. I suppose exploding may represent a hazard to the user. We should mention that in our paper.
I gave a ju jitsu test for the first time. Also disconcerting. How did I get so old? It seems that I'm constantly being suprised by the fact that I'm no longer young, as in no longer a child, no longer impressive by the feat of being able to care for myself. On the upside my test taker was way more incompetent than I'll ever be.

People Annoy Me: Part II

Tue, 21 Feb 2006 06:57:30 GMT

I was checking my work email and I got a message CC'd to me saying that I shouldn't be contacting someone directly, I'm new to this and I should always go through this third party when trying to get information from someone. Firstly I find messaging someone about me and then CC'ing me instead of telling me directly bitchy. Second, its inefficient.
This is why nothing ever gets done.
That and I work like six hours a week.

Snicker..

Thu, 16 Feb 2006 07:51:01 GMT

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Also check out the hate mail on RealUltimatePower.net

Shut Up!

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 21:53:20 GMT

Shut up! Just shut the hell up! Nobody cares about you. Nobody thinks you're hot shit because you talk your way through geology 101. Nobody sits there listening to your incessant bullshit and thinks how smart your must be or how cool you are because you can talk through the entire lecture. Yes its boring, yes, its easy. (though probably not for you) but I still don't want to hear about how she drew balls on your binder. I really don't care. And judging by the tension in those around you most other people don't care either. And if they do they're probably assholes just like you. I know you probably don't care if you're being rude - you're much too important for that - but seriously shut the fuck up. You're not in high school anymore, if you don't want to be there, don't come. And if you do come. Shut UP.

Nobody's going to save you.

Fri, 09 Dec 2005 03:22:31 GMT

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can.
And the wisdom to know the difference.

No worries.

I think I'm dying.

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 20:22:36 GMT

I hate you.

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 23:33:49 GMT

Screw you Dell Pendergast!

Food for Thought

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 22:44:29 GMT

Underwear Goes Inside The Pants
by Lazyboy
album: Lazyboy TV (2004)

Why is marijuana not legal? Why is marijuana not legal?
It’s a natural plant that grows in the dirt.
Do you know what’s not natural?
80 year old dudes with hard-ons. That’s not natural.
But we got pills for that.
We’re dedicating all our medical resources to keeping the old guys erect,
but we’re putting people in jail for smoking something that grows in the dirt?

You know we have more prescription drugs now.
Every commercial that comes on TV is a prescription drug ad.
I can’t watch TV for four minutes without thinking
I have five serious diseases.
Like: “Do you ever wake up tired in the morning?”
Oh my god I have this, write this down.
Whatever it is, I have it.
Half the time you don’t even know what the commercial is…
people running through fields or flying kites or swimming in the ocean.
I’m like that is the greatest disease ever.
How do you get that?
That disease comes with a hot chick and a puppy.

The schools now… It is all about self-esteem in the schools.
Build the kids’ self-esteem,
make them feel good about themselves.
If everybody grows up with high self-esteem,
who is going to dance in our strip clubs?
What’s going to happen to our porno industry?
These women don’t just grown on trees.
It takes lots of drunk daddys missing a lot of dance recitals
before you decide to blow a goat on the internet for fifty bucks.
And if that disappears,
where does that leave me on a Friday
with my new high speed connection?

Masterminds are another word that comes up all the time.
You keep hearing about these uh these terrorists masterminds
that get killed in the middle east.
Terrorists masterminds.
Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe
what these guys do, don’t you think?
They’re not masterminds.
“OK, you take bomb, right? And you put in backpack.
Then you get on bus and you blow yourself up.”
“Why do I have to blow myself up? Why don’t I put…”
“Who’s the fucking mastermind here? Me or you?”

Americans, let’s face it: We’ve been a spoiled country for a long time.
Do you know what the number one health risk in America is?
Obesity, obesity.
They say we’re in the middle of an obesity epidemic.
An epidemic like it is polio.
Like we’ll be telling our grand kids about it one day.
The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004.
“How’d you get through it grandpa?”
“Oh, it was horrible Johnny,
there was cheesecake and pork chops everywhere.”

Nobody knows why were getting fatter
Look at our lifestyle.
I’ll sit at a drive thru.
I’ll sit there for I'll sit there behind fifteen other cars instead of getting up to
make the eight foot walk to the totally empty counter.
Everything is mega meal, super sized.
Want biggie fries with that?, want a jumbo fries with that?, want to go large.
You want to have thirty burgers for a nickel you fat mother fucker.
There’s room in the back. Take it!
Want a 55 gallon drum of Coke with that?
It’s only three more cents.

Sometimes you have to suffer a little in your youth
to motivate yourself to succeed in later life.
Do you think if Bill Gates got laid in high school,
do you think there’d be a Microsoft?
Of course not.
You got to spend a long time stuffed in your own locker with your underwear
wedged up your ass before you start thinkin
“I’m going to take of the world with computers! you'll see, I’ll show them.”

We’re in one of the richest countries in the world,
but the minimum wage is lower now than it was thirty five years ago.
There are homeless people everywhere.
This homeless guy asked me for money the other day.
I was about to give it to him and then
I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol.
And then I thought, that’s what I’m going to use it on.
Why am I judging this poor bastard.
People love to judge homeless guys.
Like if you give them money they’re just going to waste it.
He's gonna waste the money.
Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do?
Save it up and buy a wall unit.
Take a little run to the store for a throw-rug and a cd rack.
He’s homeless.
I walked behind this guy the other day.
A homeless guy asked him for money.
He looks right at the homeless guy and says,
"Why don’t you go get a job you bum?"
People always say that to homeless guys "get a job" like it's always that easy.
This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants.
Outside his pants.
I’m guessing his resume isn’t all up to date.
I’m predicting some problems during the interview process.
I’m pretty sure even McDonalds has an
“underwear goes inside the pants” policy.
Not that they enforce it very strictly,
but technically I’m sure it is in the books.

Turntables in my eyes

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 14:26:42 GMT

Jackhammers at 6am. Where the hell are the noise police when you need them?

I don't know what it is. I only know if someone wants me.

Fri, 10 Jun 2005 06:36:11 GMT

So I was at The Wedding last weekend. The Wedding. Not one of the many millions which are plaguing our generation at the moment. This one was special because I was a Bridesmaid. That's not exactly accurate. I was the best Bridesmaid ever. Or the worst depending on your perspective. At any rate I made it successfully down the aisle without tripping, stood when I was supposed to. Sat when I was supposed to and generally behaved myself.
It was a little weird at first because the other BM's were mostly people I didn't know. I had gone to highschool with three of them but two of them I never really talked to. We all ended up spending a lot of time together and occasionally I would find myself out of the loop. Like when we were supposed to dress western for the rehearsal dinner and three of them show up in jean skirts and white shirts (2 tank tops, 1 t-shirt) and I showed up in jeans and a long sleeve black shirt it was like how does this happen? They didn't coordinate this among themselves, I apparently am just not in the know. But in the end it all ended up well. They're very nice girls. The wedding was wonderful and I'm really very happy for them (the couple, not the bridesmaids). I hope someday I have someone who literally can't take his eyes off me like Nathan was. I suppose that would require the same from me which isn't really my style but a girl can dream eh? The actual ceremony part was terrifyingly serious. And they wouldn't let me have communion which is a whole 'nother issue. (I'm not Catholic) but anyway a really good weekend.
And I got to dance with my old friend Phillepe. Like salsa. He's really good. It was so much fun, I need to get back into dancing. Other than that its work and sometimes fencing and ju jitsu etc etc.

Mon, 16 May 2005 01:20:27 GMT

Your Linguistic Profile:

70% General American English

15% Upper Midwestern

10% Dixie

5% Midwestern

0% Yankee

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Geez oh pete.

Sat, 07 May 2005 00:26:32 GMT

I hate finals. I was doing so well this year, possibly looking at a 4.0 when I just went and screwed that up on myself. Of all the things to get confused on I pick the easiest and of all the things to forget to make a note on I pick the one worth 40% of the test. I'd like to cry but I'm really too annoyed at the moment. I hate that. the tests I mean.
Three more to go.
I want to be sitting in a cafe right now. somewhere on a street with lots of shops and people passing by and beautiful weather. And I don't want to have to worry about anything. That's the thing you never get a break until you die or retire. And if you retire before you die then you better have a good bit of money stuffed away. CAFES! That's the solution. There's not really anything like that here. We exist discontinuously like in math how functions can be either continuous or discrete. We have home, school, work, etc. but its not all really connected and that kind of sucks.
Anyway I guess I'll deal with it. The end of this semester really snuck up on me. I haven't made any plans for the summer. I'm such a slacker. Its all good though.

IfIfailthisclassI'mgoingtobepissed.

Mon, 25 Apr 2005 21:54:40 GMT

I have one last nerve and my group members are jumping up and down on it.

Wow, people are crazy.

Mon, 18 Apr 2005 15:19:21 GMT

If you'd like to see something insane go here: http://home.att.ne.jp/moon/fischer/ Just don't read too far or you'll start to get annoyed.

Well, I mean, well, yeah, you could say that.

Tue, 05 Apr 2005 03:58:59 GMT

What's the deal with the ad on the AIM window that advertises true love and shows only a close up cleavage shot? It's a little honest isn't it?

We're all a little Irish

Thu, 17 Mar 2005 03:48:16 GMT

Anybody want to go see Cake and Everclear tommorow night?
$15.
It starts at 4 with a bunch of other bands but everclear doesn't go on until 8pm.
Should be fun.
http://www.kzon.com/listingsEntryFeature.asp?ID=297763&PT=What's%20in%20the%20Zone

Is it weird to miss someone from a dream?

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 16:06:13 GMT

I had a weird dream last night. It might have been in French, if I spoke french I would be able to tell you. Lisa from work was trying to tell me what my assignment for the day was. For some reason everyone thought I spoke french and I must have been supposed to be able to because I didn't want to tell anyone I didn't. I think we were in Europe. And then me and someone else (possibly Malaya) and some guy smoked cigars outside and it was really nice. I'd kind of like to go back there, wherever that was.

Sat, 12 Feb 2005 01:39:39 GMT

We'll see.