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Tuesday, March 25, 2003 ::1:23am:: 1-2-3.. get it?? aw, c'mon. So I've been ignoring the news. It's so freaking depressing and agitating, and it doesn't help this ever-present panicky feeling (mostly unrelated to the war) in my chest. I got an email in my otherwise spam-free mailbox the other day with an eye-catching subject line: "Protect your family before its too late!" (No, I didn't forget the apostrophe--the dimwit who concocted the email did.) I open it up, and lo and behold, gas mask advertising! They're selling gas masks for $49.95. "Limited Quantities in Stock--Act Fast!" Act fast? Translation: "Don't be the only one on your block suffocating from toxic fumes! Buy a mask now before you start inhaling deadly viruses!" I wonder if a couple of guys were just sitting in their living room in their boxers and wife beaters flipping between CNN and Wild On when one said to the other, "Hey... I think I know a way we can capitalize on this war business! We can scare the bejeezus out of the super-paranoid people and peddle our wares at 50 bucks a pop (plus shipping and handling)!" They actually included photos of two civilian types wearing their product. Terrible, terrible. But hey--if you're interested, you can find them at maskalert.com. Thursday, March 20, 2003 ::11:05pm:: I guess I should make the obligatory feelings-on-the-war post. It hasn't been the easiest subject for me to talk or even think about. My co-workers, at least the ones that are vocal about it, are staunch anti-war protesters. My boss marched today, and he'll be marching on Saturday too. This is not at all unexpected--I work in the alternative press. I have friends that are bullheaded Republicans who see no other route but to send in the troops. And I suppose not much can be done when a mutually acceptable compromise can't be made. I don't support war. I don't like seeing video footage of wounded Iraqi women in hospitals. I don't like hearing reporters praise soldiers for having their gas masks strapped on while I imagine the masks' necessity. But war is here. And I am so thankful for those brave souls waiting on the sand to fight for their country and their country's spirit. I hope they find peace within themselves in a time when peace seems antithetical. Friday, March 7, 2003 ::5:34am:: If I could go back in time: 1) I'd make Mom teach me Tagalog. 2) I'd agree when Ms. Clark, the music teacher at High Point Elementary, asks me to sing the "...and a partridge in a pear tree!" part instead of "ten dummers drumming." 3) I'd give Melissa Diddlemeyer a piece of my mind when I hear her tell Samantha Adkins that she shouldn't have invited me to her 8th birthday party because I'm a dork--even if I am one. 3.5) I'd go to the party anyway. 4) I'd run the mile in gym class instead of doing the wussy walk/run thing. 5) I'd tell the boys I had crushes on that I do, in fact, have crushes on them. ::5:32am:: I don't know if I can keep this new page design. That picture kind of gives me the heebie-jeebies. Thursday, March 6, 2003 ::5:02am:: Keeping an online journal/diary or blog seems to be rather fashionable nowadays. People have regular visitors who leave comments on their entries, sell merchandise promoting their sites, go to national conferences, link to each other, have an "A list," and even hold annual awards, including Best New Weblog and Lifetime Achievement. Weird. I started this site at the end of 1999. I have to admit that more than a teeny weeny part of the appeal of publishing on the Web again (I had another, even crappier site prior to this one) came from the possibility of someone stumbling upon my site. Maybe, I thought, someone will come across my thoughts and be able to relate. I wonder if that's what's happening now: people discovering a vehicle for the mass desire to relate and connect. How incredibly American that it's grown into such a large, perhaps not economic, but social commodity. Wednesday, March 5, 2003 ::11:27am:: The presentation went well. I'm the Semicolon Queen, afterall. Here's the handout, as promised. Learn. Enjoy. Tuesday, March 4, 2003 ::6:15am:: In 27 hrs and 20 min I will be giving a presentation on the illustrious semicolon. Wish I could record it for you. I have to conjure some sort of handout to give to the class; I'll be sure to pass it along to you. Oooh.. Look at me... Usin' the semicolon... Honestly, I don't even know if I did that right. Monday, March 3, 2003 ::5:20am:: I just realized while writing the date that today is 03/03/03. Cool. Since reaffirming that I'm a terrible chess player (After a few wins I was under some sort of delusion that I might actually be somewhat decent at it), I've taken up Scrabble/Literati again. Ya gotta do something to boost that ego, y'know? What would the world be like if it were filled with self-loathing and despondence? Oh yeah...nevermind. More on egotism and such things later. I know you're excited. more of what Sarah's saying >> |
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