Not being a firm believer in horoscopes, I thought it would be fun to see where the Cock has gotten me so far. On February 7th I posted the prediction for the year of the Rooster, and so I thought it would be fun to see how I'm doing.


Road Ahead of Roosters

This Chinese New Year could be the first day of the rest of your life. In Rooster years, people born in this sign must plan the next dozen years with utmost foresight. (Well, not the next dozen years, but I know what I'll be doing for the next 3 years at least.) You have been longing to change your life, waiting for the chance to unload responsibility and finally feel free to be the person you know you really are. (I have been longing to change my life for a year, but only for a year, does that count as longing? But I have been longing to go grad school, and that has been for more than a year, so I'll let that count instead.) Get started now. Change of residence is likely. (Yep, will be moving soon, closer to campus.) You will dissolve a partnership to break new ground on your own. (Yep, I wasn't pretty enough to answer phones and so I was laid off from my previous employer.) Watch your pennies. You'll be needing them when you move to Paris or New York or even back to Squedunk where you came from. Hook up with a wise Snake or marry yourself to a stolid Ox. You'll be needing some ballast for the long haul.

Most of my friends are either cocks or goats, and my husband is a goat, so let's see how the Chinese horoscope has fared for goats:

Dreamy Goats

The Rooster year is challenging for dreamy, whimsical Goats. (My husband isn't dreamy or whimsical.) Harsh directives, rigid dictates and tight schedules are your worst enemies. Don't even try to tow the line. (Haha. He's getting promoted at his job, but he did by towing the line. I guess that's what he gets for being the opposite of a whimsical goat.) It's useless to fight your own sweet nature. (He sure is sweet, though.) Stay out of the line of fire. Use this year to build better castles in the air. But don't neglect your love life. There is a mellow Pig or cozy Rabbit lurking out there who longs to support you in style while you concoct even the zaniest of schemes.



So far, no zany schemes for my husband. Although, I admit commuting to Ventura was sort of a zany idea. But apparently there has been a shift in where he'll be moved and instead of Ventura, he'll be working much closer to home, or rather where home will be come August. But other than that, the whole goat oracle hasn't been so accurate. Now my cock, though, (ah, I do so love to say 'my cock') that seems to be strangely true so far. We'll see how it goes. Another Chinese horoscope update will come in August.

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at May 30, 2005 5:16 PM  Anonymous said...

^^^ - Sheman

 

at May 30, 2005 5:16 PM  Anonymous said...

I too am a Rooster, or Cock if you will. Let's see how the year is shaping up for me...

Road Ahead of Roosters

This Chinese New Year could be the first day of the rest of your life. In Rooster years, people born in this sign must plan the next dozen years with utmost foresight. (I graduate this year, and will be moving on to the full time working force. I know generally where I want to be in 12 years, although where that is is the question on my mind.) You have been longing to change your life, waiting for the chance to unload responsibility and finally feel free to be the person you know you really are. (I made the decision to stay in Houghton for the summer. I've wanted to spend a summer up here since I became a TKE close to four years ago. I'm barely working, not going to school, plenty of time to feel free to be the person I know I am.) Get started now. Change of residence is likely. (Moving away from college at the end of the year.) You will dissolve a partnership to break new ground on your own. (I stayed up here for the summer. My only tie to Detroit, in the possibility of a new relationship with someone, was left behind in order to feel totally free of responsibility for the last time in my life. A whole summer with nothing to do. Eventually the working class will devour my soul.) Watch your pennies. You'll be needing them when you move to Paris or New York or even back to Squedunk where you came from. (I hope I don't move to Paris, I hate the French. New York could be fun, but I'd rather live closer to my friends. Squedunk just doesn't seem like a good substitute for Davison. Which I probably would accept if given the oppertunity.) Hook up with a wise Snake or marry yourself to a stolid Ox. You'll be needing some ballast for the long haul. (While I did essentially deny a relationship in Detroit. I have met someone up here who's totally a kick ass drinking partner. She's cute, loves my jokes, but she has a boyfriend. With every female I seem to get attracted to, there's always a catch. I guess I'm forever doomed to be un-lucky in love. Whether either of them are an Ox or a Snake, I don't know. I've ne ver really been into zodiacs.)

 

I voted 100 times for nothing!

Fucking Carrie Underwood. That fucking robot won?

I feel like buying a sniper rifle.

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at May 27, 2005 1:15 AM  P@ said...

You're right.

She is a fucking robot, but this is America. We go firmly for the middle.

 

at May 27, 2005 7:18 PM  Lorie said...

I never watched any episodes after the cattle-call audition ones, so I have no other Carrie frame of reference, but she was a guest on Jay Leno last night, and Josh and I both commented that she was quite bland and unimpressive.

 

So far I have made $5.77 on Google. Another 5 bucks and they'll actually pay me...

In other news, I actually voted for Bo Bice on American Idol last night 100 times. This does not mean that I dialed the numbers 100 times. I probably dialed closer to 500 times, because more often than not, the numbers were busy. My original goal was to vote for Bo Bice 25 times, but then when I got there I was like, "Well, last week I only voted 23 times, this is hardly better than that, I mean it is the final after all, and I really really hate Carrie Underwood. So let's try for 50." (Until last week, I hadn't voted at all.) When I got there, I went for 75. Then 85. And finally I was just like, "I've spent the last 90 minutes dialing these numbers, what's another 15 votes?"

It was midnight and I had nothing better to do, and like I said I don't want Carrie Underwood to win. I read this article on MSNBC about how Carrie Underwood has some advantages over Bo in this last episode. For instance, she performs second, and so she'll be the last person any viewer sees. Plus, she's had major screen time ever since she auditioned (unlike Bo who had to start from scratch)--it was as though she was a producer's favorite and I'm not entirely sure why. The chick has no personality! Blonde hair and a southern accent does not an interesting person make. She reminds me of an automaton, just sort of standing there, doing what it's told to do. Plus, she struggles if the genre is anything but country--whereas Bo always excelled. However, Simon gave Carrie the biggest advantage of all last night by saying that she probably did enough to win the competition. Damn him! Why did he have to go and say a thing like that? He even noted that her singing was out of tune. Why is American Idol a popularity contest? Just because Carrie is from Podunk, Oklahoma, and smiles vacant smiles, why does this engage viewers? I don't get it.

Well, in one last trubute to Bo Bice, I have procured the following performance, my favorite performance (other than this solo he did last week, courageously singing without music at all). It's the For Love of Money Song, but now you'll get to hear and see it the way it was meant to be seen: Click Here to see Bo Bice sing the Money Money Money song.

If you've gotten this far along in the post, then thanks for hanging with me through my rant about Carrie Underwood. This also qualifies you to recommend some music to me. See, I want to obtain some of the best pop songs from the 70s and 80s. But I don't really know what to look for. I can listen to the radio and hear songs that sound cool from the 80s that I sorta recognize, but the DJs never announce the band. So what are your favorite pop songs from the 70s and 80s?

Personally, I am a big fan of Footloose. I mean, before it was trendy to like that movie, my whole family were big fans. We'd sing and dance out all the scenes when the soundtrack would swell. I got a walkman that had a record feature when I was 9, and I recorded all the music from Footloose, and then miraculously I was in a Thrifty's (before Rite Aid bought it out) and they were selling the tape soundtrack of Footloose for $7.95! I remember some kid asking me once what my favorite movie was. I was 8 years old. I said, "Footloose." And then I was mocked. I didn't care. I idolized Kevin Bacon.

And I was the only kid who knew how to moonwalk.

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at May 25, 2005 12:21 PM  Lorie said...

Hmm...there was so much sucky music in the 80s, but let's see what I can think of that I've always enjoyed.

I had to look this one up on Google, because all I knew were the lyrics:"All I ever wanted/All I ever needed/Is here in my arms/Words are very unnecessary/They can only do harm" But apparently that's "Enjoy the Silence" by Depeche Mode.

"Obsession" by Animotion & "Don't You Want Me" by Human League (I put those together because I get them confused sometimes, so either one will do for a bit of synth.)

I have to admit to being somewhat of a George Michael fan. ("Freedom" is my favorite, but I think that might have actually been early 90's.)

"True Faith" by New Order
"Right Here, Right Now" by Jesus Jones
"Don't Forget About Me" by Simple Minds

And that exhausts my mp3's and memory. I'd probably do better with other genres or eras.

 

I have been waiting a week to say anything, but now that it's officially official I can hold it back no longer.

USC has accepted me to their Ph.D. program in Creative Writing and Literature. They're going to pay my tuition and I'm going to get paid! I was offered an Assistant Lectureship position, so that means I'll be teaching classes in the Fall!

I applied to 5 graduate school programs in January: Emerson, CalArts, UC Irvine, Western Michigan University, all of which were Master of Fine Arts programs. I applied to USC's Ph.D. program more out of curiosity because they didn't require a MFA to be completed before entering their program. It was a "shoot for the moon" thing. Out of all the schools to accept me, I didn't expect USC to be the one. Especially after my rejection letter form them in March! And they didn't even get my name right! Haha!

But my favorite living modern-day poet, David St. John, is a faculty member at USC. He teaches poetry, obviously. He called me and said that they loved my work so much they were pulling strings to get extra funding for the program since usually they only admit 2 fiction and 2 poetry candidates. They love my work!

Suck on that Aero Film!

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at May 19, 2005 5:11 AM  Power_Overwhelming said...

Woo hoo! Congratulations Jilly!

 

at May 19, 2005 5:36 AM  Ish said...

I'm not even slightly surprised, but I'm sure its nice to have someone besides me telling you how good the work is. Since I'm pretty useless at getting you a job.

Congratulations, I'm excited for you.

 

at May 20, 2005 6:19 PM  Alex_Knight said...

HUZZAH! Way to go!
I like good news.

 

at May 22, 2005 5:27 PM  Princess Blogonoke said...

Hurray! Hurray Hurray Hurray!!!! Congratulations!

(Sorry I'm so late, I haven't been on the internet much lately.)

 

Tonight on Yahoo! News:

Children from military families are twice as likely to die from severe abuse as other children are, according to a North Carolina study.

--Read more here...

The butcher knife was grey and flat and it was held to my neck. His scruffle digging into my cheek like barnacles. His breath hot and wet with the stink of rage filling my nostrils. I didn't dare cry. He liked it when I cried. I knew the butcher knife. I had seen it before.

* * *

The salad was lime green and Fraggle red. The croutons were my favorite. I liked the sound they made between my teeth. Crunch crunch.

"Did you know that they cut off peoples' hands for stealing?"

Crunch crunch.

The chopping block was so thick and the salad so green. I took another crouton.

"Yep, they chop off thieves' hands."

Crunch crunch.

I reached for another, but his hands as thick as the chopping block clenched my wrists. His hands were so big they spanned my whole arm to my elbow. I was jerked toward the chopping block. My pulpy fingers splayed upon the coarse wood. The croutons looked so crunchy.

"1."

He began to count.

"2."

I looked at my pink flesh against the brown wood.

"3."

The butcher knife came down. I watched as it came down between my fingers still dirty under the fingernails. The salad was so green and the croutons so crunchy.

"Weren't you scared?"

Crunch crunch.

I was four years old.

* * *

A year later, my dad, who was an aviation mechanic for the Navy, was using me as a hostage against my mom with the same grey butcher knife to my neck.

I still didn't flinch.

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My sister-in-law and her boyfriend are flying out today for an 8 day stay with us, well not just with us. They're going to drive down to San Diego and see some friends for 3 days and then come back up here. Why is it that so far out of everyone who has come to visit us has not come to just visit us? Everyone has had some kind of agenda. Even my own family! And I don't mean in-law. But like my mom will drop my brothers off here for the weekend and then go to her friend's house. It's so odd to be treated like a hotel.

As for Google progression: $5.19 made!

You know, at roughly a dollar a day this week, I could consider Google my own personal government. People who have children get a $400 a year per child refund come tax time. That's about a dollar a day. I'm so glad that our government cares. I'm so glad I don't have to have kids in order for Google to pay me.

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at May 17, 2005 9:40 AM  Lady Calliah said...

google adsense rejected me cuz of my adult content. lol

rejected by google. how sad is that?

As for being someone else's hotel - be glad they're not coming to LIVE with you :)

 

at May 20, 2005 6:16 PM  Alex_Knight said...

Make me feel bad. :-P
Yes, I know I didn't just visit you guys, but when you can't get out there that often, you have to do as much as you can when you do. Which is why I do feel bad that we putzed around and I dilly-dallied on some of the days.

 

You know what's weird?

Mike clicked on my ads yesterday earning me $2.84.

Today I have 5 clicks on my website and I only earned $0.54 -- on Monday May 9th someone else clicked on one ad and it earned me $0.08! On Friday May 6th there were 4 clicks and I earned $0.86. The mind boggles! Why do some ads bring in more "revenue" than others?

I've earned a grand total of $4.32 so far! Thank you Mike! (And anyone else who has clicked on my ads.)

Hey... I wonder... who wants to set up an affliate click network? You put ads on your website and everyday I'll click on them all, and in return you click on mine!

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at May 12, 2005 7:40 PM  Lorie said...

I believe it depends on the topic of a link. Some topics pay much more per click-through than others. For instance, someone on the WFC discussion boards once mentioned that with some real estate topics and other things that I can't remember, WFC can earn back the $15 they paid you to write an article if just a few people click on an ad link. But meanwhile an article on some clothing topic will only bring in five cents per clicked link.

 

I've posted like 4 times in one day, sheesh.

I just wanted to thank the 4 people (or person the one person who clicked 4 times) who clicked on my Google ads today! It's the first time anyone has clicked on the ads, and I have earned a grand total of: $2.84! Thank you!

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at May 12, 2005 3:12 AM  Power_Overwhelming said...

I can take 20 more seconds of my time and jam on them again if you wish. =P

 

at May 12, 2005 3:15 AM  Power_Overwhelming said...

And for the record that's over $500/hr. That's it, I'm pursuing a career as a professional link clicker.

 

bo-bice
Originally uploaded by sexyphlegm.

Remember that post I had earlier about Bo Bice? Well, I found the MP3 of Bo Bice singing For The Love of Money as performed by The O'Jays. It's the best version I've ever heard. It's downright sexy. I keep calling things sexy. I think I may be watching Penn & Teller: Bullshit! too much. Penn calls things sexy. And it's hecka sexy when he calls things sexy.

But anyway. Here are the goods:

Are you looking for an mp3 of Bo Bice's performance last night (May 10, 2005)? Then look no farther, because I've got his sexy version of For the Love of Money. Click Here for Bo Bice's rendition of For The Love Of Money (commonly known as the theme from The Apprentice or as Money Money Money).

Click Here To See Bo Bice's Previous Performance Heaven by Los Lonely Boys A word of warning: It's linked directly to FOX's RAM file, but not that big of a file (4 KB). But you'll need Real Player to see it. But since it is linked directly to FOX's website, let me know if it goes down, because then I'll upload my version to my website. I'm not doing that already to save on bandwidth.

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So it's all but official: None of the 5 grad schools to which I applied are accepting me.

The one I was waiting on, Western Michigan University, was supposed to notify me around April 15th regarding the admission decision. And they hadn't. In fact, I hadn't received any communication from Western at all. It was starting to freak me out because they are out of session. That's right, Spring term ended on like April 23rd. And I was freaking out because who the heck was making decisions now? Had my letter got lost in the mail? Did they pull an Emerson or a USC and get my name wrong and send it to the wrong address?

So I contacted a few people in the department. Turns out they contacted all of their first choice applicants and they're waiting to hear back from them. Then they'll contact all of the rejects.

It breaks my heart. But I seriously don't have any more tears left. I think I used them up this week. Z got a call yesterday informing him that he's going to be trained to be a manager, and after that he'll be moved another store---50 miles away from where we currently live. To put it simply: I was devastated.

I should have been happy, and certainly, after much consideration, I am pretty happy about it now. But there's not a whole lot of work posted for the Santa Barbara area. Which scares me because if I'm going to get stuck at a job I don't necessarily like I would at least appreciate working in an industry that I love (like film or publishing or video games). There just ain't nothing in Santa Barbara. In L.A. there are thousands of jobs posted a day--hundreds of which are actually creative in nature! So I have hope of finding another job that I will actually enjoy.

But in Santa Barbara?

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bo-bice-8
Originally uploaded by sexyphlegm.

Like millions of other people in this country, I watch American Idol. I am not ashamed. I am a reality show addict.

However, once in a great while, these reality shows warrant true interest. And not just interest, but genuine conern for outcomes and obstacles.

My case in point: Bo Bice. I loved this guy, and several other contestants, since he was first shown in the audition process. But as the show progressed, my interest in the other contestants waned, but my excitement over Bo Bice grew every week. I began to look forward to watching American Idol, when in previous years I could have cared less who won or lost.

However, Bo Bice got me. He actually got me. He got me to watch. He got me to care. He got me riveted when he opened his mouth.

And the most ironic thing of all? He grew a beard after I declared that guys with beards are the sexiest guys. I think someone is a Nerdslut.

Here's hopin'.

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macgyver-josh
Originally uploaded by sexyphlegm.

I was talking to Josh and I suddenly wondered what he'd look like with MacGyver hair. I think it's hot.

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at May 7, 2005 8:09 PM  Nikoli Striker said...

I'm rather ashamed of my old glasses. I had those things for over 5 years, and they were ugly as hell. I'm much cuter now. Heh.

 

at May 8, 2005 10:23 AM  Nicoli Ivanovich said...

I think I've seen a guy like that up in Houghton, around campus sometime. Rather striking resemblence now that I look at it again.

 

at May 8, 2005 9:03 PM  Alex_Knight said...

That has to be the best photoshop job I have ever seen. That's awesome.

 

at May 9, 2005 1:03 AM  Samantha said...

Well, it's not *the best* really. I purposely left Josh's neck out a bit off the collar so people would see his head his turned and he's not like unnaturally thick necked or anything. But I am proud of the blending at the hairline.

 

Wow... I remember when Lorie and I made this:

Which Depressing Reality for Children of the 80s are you?

It turns out that I am:


You Are Johnny Depp's smooth transition to the new
millenium.

You've weathered big hair, piano ties and really
bad movies all the way from the 80s into the
21st century. You started with Nightmare on Elm
Street, then launched your acting career with
21 Jump Street. Tim Burton made you his leading
man, and now you're nominated for a Best Actor
Academy Award for your portrayl of rum-lovin'
Captain Jack Sparrow.

You've aged gracefully and learned how not to pass
on spam chain-letters via e-mail. You know
exactly how to look fondly back on the 80s
without becoming trapped.


Which Depressing Reality for Children of the 80s Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla



Man... that was so much fun. I think I should make another quiz...

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at May 7, 2005 9:09 PM  Power_Overwhelming said...

That's a cool enough quiz that I actually did it.

You Are Kermit's Fear of Abandonment.

You love banjoes, lily pads, as well as fun lovin' bears and chickens and things. You loved Sesame Street as a child, and watched it two, maybe three times a day. You know all the words to The Rainbow Connection, but you don't necessarily like the fact that you're inevitably paired with a pig for life.

But sadly, like The Muppets, you've been passed around more times than a taped version of Dr. Demento's Dungeons & Dragons bit. Every time Jim Henson's bastard children sell your family to some greedy conglomerate, a little bit of your soul fades away.

But just remember, you know better than anyone that it ain't easy being green.

 

This amused me for longer than I like to admit.

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at May 6, 2005 8:01 PM  Lorie said...

I find it funny that your recent posts have generated the following topics for Google ads:
Beard Trimmer
LOTR Swords
Funny Jokes
Infants
Newborn Babies

The bizarre combination could only be improved if there was something foreskin-related in there.

 

at May 6, 2005 8:59 PM  Samantha said...

You know, it's funny you mentioned that, because I saw that earlier today and the same exact thought crossed my mind. Even though no one is click *on* the ads, I kinda like to see the weird keywords that appear in the corner everyday. Ah... if you could only see the the wide array of people who discover my site through Google search and the weird assortment of keywords with which my blog appears.

 

Stay-at-home mothers really should be paid. I feel that I personally benefitted from the stability of having my mom at home while I was a child. Of course, when I was a teenager, she divorced my dad and had to get a job--slaughtering rabbits and digging in their poop for nightcrawlers for the local bait shop--but still, she was gone anywhere from 40-80 hours a week on account of her job, education continuation at the local community college and her plethora of internships. I became the surrogate stay-at-home mom for my siblings (making dinner, helping with homework, cleaning the house, the usual), since I was conveniently on independent study trying to graduate high school early (I wanted to go away to college more than anything). But still... I feel sorry for my younger siblings because they didn't get the advantage of having a mom home for the formative years. It could be why I am a normal functioning adult now--well, semi-normal, not-quite-functioning adult who gets paid to stay home--but hey, at least I'm getting paid, right?

But anyway... Salary.com conducted an informal study on how much stay-at-home moms would be paid if, well, anyone had the money to pay them.

"An informal study conducted by Web site Salary.com shows that stay-at-home moms would earn an average of $131,471 annually, including overtime, if they received a paycheck. A sampling of the 5.4 million stay-at-home mothers were asked to come up with job titles that fit a general description of their daily routines."

"The importance of this calculation or this estimate is just calling attention to the fact that being a stay-at-home mom is not a cop out, it's not the woman's way out of the workforce and it's not a job of no value," said Bill Coleman, senior vice president of compensation at Salary.com. "There is a lot of value there, and some would say it's even priceless."

Salary.com, which tracks what jobs pay, suggested that the annual base pay for a 40-hour stay-at-home mom's workweek would be $43,461. Mothers would earn an additional $88,009 a year for 60 hours of overtime each week.--news.yahoo.com

I wonder if we'll ever have a society where stay-at-home dads are just as common as the moms; I also wonder if we'll ever live in a world that financially benefits stay-at-home parents. I mean, we live in a world that benefits poor stay-at-home mothers... these are the Welfare Queens. I grew up amongst them in Northern California. These women would purposely impregnant themselves ever 5 years just so that they would get a check every month and didn't have to work (not even at raising their kids). What if we did away with welfare and, like, sent superintendants to homes and they had to review parents the way they do with teachers. Like if the parents get good reviews or report cards, they get bonuses or something. And the bad ones, well, they, uh... I don't have a punishment that would inspire change and not harm the development of the child in the process.

But then parenting is subjective, and so is the nurturing quotient. I guess it's hard to quantify programming human beings in monetary terms, or in any terms for that matter.

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If The Lord of the Rings movies taught me anything it was this:

That guys with beards are hot.

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at May 3, 2005 2:19 PM  Lorie said...

I don't know...They're all a little too scruffy for my taste.

 

at May 4, 2005 3:11 AM  Nicoli Ivanovich said...

Well Aragon doesn't have a beard, but a mustache. And the king has only a mustache and goatee. Similar to mine, minus the connecting on the sides (which I find annoying as hell). Grimli is a hot dwarf, I wish I had a full manly beard like his so all the ladies would have mad passionate sex with me!!!

Sheman

 

at May 4, 2005 8:17 PM  Gungy said...

Think I'd be hot if I grew mine back? Well, hotter?

 

at May 4, 2005 10:39 PM  Princess Blogonoke said...

My preference is for clean-shaven men.

It's icky when guys get food caught in their hair, it's pokey, you could possibly get a hair in your mouth. If poorly kept, the guy will look like a hobo and we all know hobos are not hot (unless Jude Law becomes a hobo. Then there will be one hot hobo running around the tracks.)

 

at May 5, 2005 1:24 AM  Power_Overwhelming said...

I miss my goatee...a lot.

 

at May 5, 2005 11:05 AM  Alex_Knight said...

So then, you're saying I should keep mine and just clean it up a bit?

 

As everyone knows by now: I don't want to have children. But seriously, I feel inundated with images of pregnancy and how nothing matters to people except their children. And I started to wonder: Why do people with children have no lives?

Sure, there is the rare occasional parent who has a life outside of their children. But I wasn't raised that way. My mom made it very clear that we were her first priority--even over her own husband (our dad). Now, as much as I was flattered by her telling me this, even at eight years old I felt guilty for being born. I saw how my parents didn't spend much time together. I saw that they barely talked anymore. I saw that they didn't even really look each other in the eyes. That was when I decided I never wanted to get married.

12 years later, I did get married, ironically enough. However, I realized that just because you get married, that does not obligate you to procreate. I figure I'll save my marriage and allow the rest of humanity populate the overcrowded earth.

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at May 2, 2005 12:12 PM  Julie said...

Ahmen!

 

at May 5, 2005 11:10 AM  Alex_Knight said...

I agree, people with children sometimes have no life outside of their children. Especially if they are a stay at home parent. I was reading an article about parenting (Of all things...) and one point in the article it was talking about a school where all the mothers descended on the Senior's last day so they could watch their children eat their last school lunch ever. Freaky enough as it was it became worse when they described a scene between a mother and her son. The son was obviously embarassed that she was there and told her "You have no life!"
The mother, without missing a beat replied, "You are my life, son."
Reading it just made it sound obssessively frightening.

 

It is May 1st.

May freaking 1st!

I feel like it's still January 4th and I'm being pulled into the Accounting's office and being told that I'm being fired--and I blink--and it's May.

Freaky.

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at May 4, 2005 8:19 PM  Gungy said...

If you lived in a state that had seasons, you wouldn't have that problem.
Oh, heck, who am I kidding. I'm still dating things "2004."

 

at May 5, 2005 11:12 AM  Alex_Knight said...

Actually, given the way the seasons were around here, you should be dating things "2006".
Sometimes I hate this state.
Sometimes.