Archive for April, 2008

Nice

Friday, April 25th, 2008

Apparently I have new neighbors.

Which, you know, cool? Right?

Yeah, not so much.

When they have the music blasting, and I hear it from across the common area, it’s all well and fine. They listen to pretty much what I listen to, so there’s no conflicting music like when the family next door to me decides a fiesta (srsly?!) is a good idea on a Friday night.

Apparently, this evening, they found a wolf spider on their back deck. How do I know? Considering they live across a fairly decent sized common area behind me?

Because they are 1) loud as fuck and 2) use the word fuck way more than me. Who knew it to be possible? I guess it is. And it seems to be the only word they really know.

Hopefully, they’ll be barflies and my patio nights won’t be completely trashed. Although, from what I’ve seen (heard) the last few times I’ve been out there? Yeah. Summer? Trashed.

When you can make me turn around and say, “Wow, you’ve got a potty mouth,” well, that’s not really an achievement anyone should be proud of.

Assholes.

Yup, cranky. And I can’t even blame it on the red tide. And the afternoon started out with such potential! Oh well, time for an attitude adjustment. I’ll be over here sticking my fingers in a light socket and seeing what a little bit of shock therapy can do for me.

Overheard in my office…

Friday, April 25th, 2008

In a meeting yesterday, one of the officemates had a small box of Nerds candy he was sharing.

Him: “Want some Nerds?”

Me: “Uh…”

Him: “What?”

Me: “Little cannibalistic, isn’t it?”

He responded with great glee and many crunching noises. If I were a nerd, I’d be askeered.

Once upon a time…

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008

…in a land far, far away, there lived three young girls from three very different types of families. Somehow, through all of the nonsense of middle school and high school, these three girls ended up becoming the best of friends. They were absolutely inseparable and managed to get into a lot of trouble together.

Oh, I do mean a -lot- of trouble.

Over the years, as they started building families of their own, they somehow lost touch. One moved on, getting far away from the miserable town they all lived in. One got married and secluded herself in a life of misery, eventually moving far away herself. One stayed behind, wondering where the other two had gone.

The one who got married (and eventually divorced) found herself wandering to her old romping grounds one day, and somehow managed to connect with the one who stayed behind. The one who stayed used her mad skills on Teh Interwebs and found the first one who moved on.

And the wheels are already turning as the three plot and plan to get together somehow… and see just how much trouble they can still manage to get into.

I’m willing to bet we can still make the earth shake. Heh, at least now I can afford the bail! Game on!

My Random Life - Updated for your viewing pleasure

Monday, April 21st, 2008

~ I was asked no less than three times today, “How do you walk in those shoes?” Uh, one foot in front of the other? *der*

~ Didn’t drop Grace off as planned because they won’t have her paint for three bloody days. Gah!

~ Got our Chili Cook-Off tickets in today’s mail! Yay! Now all I need is new shoes :D
~ “The Girlfriend’s Guide to Hockey” was delivered today and I’m skimming it while waiting for the work call to come in. Stop laughing, I can so learn new things! Although, the introduction is slightly disturbing… “Hockey in the Bedroom”. Uh… this is so -not- what I signed up for! Update: So like, this book? More innuendos than you can shake a stick at! Definitely the book for me!

~ Talked to an interesting lady on the phone today. You are more than welcome to read, comment, whatever you like. I don’t bite, and Cricket thinks you are the bee’s knees. Zach seems pretty taken with you as well. That highly thought of, you gotta be cool :) (Although, I didn’t have a chance to read the stuff you said you had up, you are private.)

~ Finally went through several hundred (thousand?!) emails in my various personal boxes and cleaned them all out. Found email from January that I never even saw! Sorry bout that :D
~ *mental note* Tweak junk mail settings on sabreland and other domains. I’m getting some disgusting shit in my inbox.

~ Just gave AT&T, and their $85 unlimited long distance, the finger and signed up for VOIP with Comcast.

~ On call tonight and am bored senseless waiting. Update: Oh yay, finally got the call. Let’s hope this goes well. Why, oh why, do I have a very bad feeling about this?

~ I have another migraine coming on. Mommy! Update: Yup, it just hit migraine status… and I’m stuck staring at lines of code for work.

~ There’s an episode of BSG with my name all over from Friday night. Maybe I’ll go zone out and pray work doesn’t call before I’m done! Update: Yeah, didn’t watch that, watched something else instead. Gawd, what’s happening to me?!

Thanks for tuning in to another riveting episode of A Day in the Life of Sabre. You know you wanted to know what’s going on in my world on this rainy Monday!

Peace, bitchez!

Office Warfare - The *** Way

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

Our company is getting ready to relocate to a new facility, and in an effort to stop cramming us all into shared offices, they decided an “open collaborative environment” was the way to go. Great, I’ll be a cube monkey. However, on a positive note, my team’s upper management has approved Nerf warfare in the new facility. Rawk! On! I know a few guys who are goin’ -down-… and not in the nice way!

Meantime, since we are moving and having a complete office space make-over, it’s been decided that many items in the current building are up for grabs. Chairs, desks, bookcases, pretty much everything. I laid claim to the only currently available corner desk this morning. I got in early and my boss and I wandered the building doing a little bit of “shopping.”

Most everything that has been labeled as free has been spoken for. All items labeled such have bright yellow signs on them. The deal is, you get to it first, put your name on the sign, shoot an email over to dude down the hall, and it’s yours. Some wise guy decided to plaster everything else in the building with white signs.

One white-sign item has become a hotly prized commodity and several of us are bidding on it and prepared to scrap it out. What could such an item be? Is it a fax machine? Perhaps an uber snazzy coffee pot? One of the many copies of Monet?

Nope!

It’s the personal items vending machine in the ladies room.

That’s right, bitchez! We are fighting over the tampon dispenser! Now how often do you think -that- happens?

*** What? You think I’d tell you guys where I fricking work? Hells no! You’ll be wanting in on the tampon action too, and there’s already too much competition!

Seriously?

Monday, April 14th, 2008

From CNN:

Clinton, Obama put politics aside to discuss faith

*sigh*

Nope, I’m not disillusioned at all.

I get that people have various beliefs. I understand that faith is important to them. But I’m becoming ever so disenchanted with the notion that a person’s faith is more important in today’s political climate than a person’s track record, intelligence, and reasoning ability.

I can has non-denominational politics?

40 Years

Friday, April 4th, 2008

The day after Rev. King made this speech, he was assassinated. Killed in cold blood because he wanted, demanded, civil rights for people of color. He understood racism for the disease that it is, and sought to end it.

How far have we come in forty years? Shamefully, not very fucking far.

Because I’m white, I cannot truly grasp how devastating racism is. Because it doesn’t happen to me. I don’t walk into a store and find myself being watched closely to make sure I do not steal something. No one will ever remark that I’m very well spoken for my race. I will never be expected to be on my best behavior in order to be a credit to my race.

I’m white. It will never happen.

The prevalence of racism in our society is so deeply ingrained that most people are either simply unaware of it, or unwilling to deal with it. How often do you stumble over the right set of words to describe a person of color? Do you say “African-American”? Think about that, please, stop and think. This person is an African-American, that person is an Asian-American, and so forth. But, as a white person, how do you describe yourself? As an American. Because the default, the standard, American is white. And male, but that’s another set of issues all together - closely entwined with racism, but sexism isn’t the point today.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the deeply ingrained automatic racism that we are all brought up with.

The more blatant examples of racism set my teeth on edge and make me want to beat people senselessly for their ignorance.

Pat Buchanan wrote “A Brief for Whitey” in response to Barack Obama’s speech on racism:

“First, America has been the best country on earth for black folks. It was here that 600,000 black people, brought from Africa in slave ships, grew into a community of 40 million, were introduced to Christian salvation, and reached the greatest levels of freedom and prosperity blacks have ever known.

Wright ought to go down on his knees and thank God he is an American.

Second, no people anywhere has done more to lift up blacks than white Americans. Untold trillions have been spent since the ’60s on welfare, food stamps, rent supplements, Section 8 housing, Pell grants, student loans, legal services, Medicaid, Earned Income Tax Credits and poverty programs designed to bring the African-American community into the mainstream.

Governments, businesses and colleges have engaged in discrimination against white folks — with affirmative action, contract set-asides and quotas — to advance black applicants over white applicants.

Churches, foundations, civic groups, schools and individuals all over America have donated time and money to support soup kitchens, adult education, day care, retirement and nursing homes for blacks.

We hear the grievances. Where is the gratitude?”

Lou Dobbs came -very- close to calling Condoleeza Rice a “cotton picker”:

“Not a single one of these cotton…[stammering]…these just ridiculous politicians should be the moderator on the issue of race.”

Over at FreeRepublic.com you can scan through hundreds of posts and find some of the most blatant racist comments. I won’t link to it, it makes me feel dirty. These are supposed to be concerned citizens, the party of family values, and good conservative Christians. The simple truth is that the vast majority of commenters are racist pigs.

Of course, let’s not leave out Stormfront, the Prussian Blue forums, and any other number of “Aryan” websites and organizations.

And no, I won’t talk to you about “reverse racism” because it is a myth. Period. Yes, Obama’s minister made some rather inflammatory comments. He’s angry. I get it. Because if I were him, I’d be angry too. If I were confronted, day in and day out, with the level of racism that most people of color have to deal with, damn right I’d be angry.

Jermaine Fletcher, a broadcast journalism major at Florida A&M produced a very thoughtful video on being black in America that is featured on CNN’s iReport. This morning, when I first watched it, there were ten comments. As of this writing, it’s up to 70, and the absolute ignorance being displayed is astounding.

Living in a very small town in Florida, racism was something that simply was. It was everywhere. And it was accepted as normal. Totally and completely normal. And in my adopted family? Even though there are several mixed race marriages, racist terms still manage to fall out of their mouths. I nearly lost all semblance of control the last time my step-dad came to visit and used the N word while sitting on my patio.

Not in my house, not around my children. Ever. I didn’t escape that ignorance only to have it brought to my home.

But it’s out there. I see it, I hear it. It makes my soul bleed. There are times when I can confront it, and call it out for what it is, and times when I feel as if I am bound to silence by an unwillingness to engage in pointless conversation.

The next time you find yourself wondering if racism still truly exists in America, take a moment to examine your own privilege. And then try to tell yourself that it’s a thing of the past.

Damn, sometimes I hate not having a mom

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Found this really cute site today via one of the oh so horrible meanie poo-poo head feminist sites I read.

Postcards From Yo Momma is damn cute. I’m oscillating between pouting because I don’t have a mother to giggle about like this, and praying to the FSM that I don’t find something I’ve sent to my own kids on there!

Check it out, have a giggle, and then call your mother and tell her you love her.

Hahahaha. No.

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Remember that little stove mishap over the weekend? Well, the landlord got someone out on Tuesday to take a look. Yeah, Tuesday. I know, nice.

At any rate, dude looks it over, replaces the part that blew up and informs me that while that’s fixed, there’s another part that needs to be replaced as it shorted out when the bitch blew. A part which he wasn’t quite sure he’d be able to find due to the age of the stove. While he’s hunting it down, I have three working burners and a functional oven - as far as I know, I haven’t tried to use the oven yet.

Anyhoo, I’ve trekked about a hundred miles around the office today (and in these shoes? ow!) and came back to my desk with my phone chirping and telling me I had VM. VM is sometimes like a little piece of candy to me, a delightful little way to break up the monotony of the day.

Sadly, this was more like a piece of day old dried up white bread. Just an inquiry from the landlord as to whether or not I was satisfied with the work that was done and whether or not he could close the file.

Uh. No.

Apparently, repair dude didn’t bother to call him and inform him of the status. He knows now, believe it.

Heh, although, in my haste, I forgot to mention that the MRS is back.

Arg.

I’m a what?

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

As I’m coming in to the office today, I’m chatting up one of my super duper nerd pals in the elevator. Comparing stories about the weekend, the usual.

As I run through the litany of everything that happened this weekend, he turns and looks me up and down, snickers a bit, and says, “Yeah, you’re a rock chick. You need to see about getting on Rock of Life.” And then there we are, both of us, coming out of the elevator, throwing the goat and laughing our asses off.

Oh well, if nothing else, I know all the funny stories I bring into work manage to make people smile, laugh, shake their heads, and wonder what it’s like to be me.

Trust a bitch, it ain’t easy!


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