It's not like I have a lot of eyes reading this journal, but as of today if you are not a logged-in member of LiveJournal you will be seeing advertisements on my page.

I am not happy about this, and rather than upgrade to a paid account, which is probably what LiveJournal is hoping for, I will instead simply cease using this account.

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A few weeks ago CR and I glanced out the kitchen door and saw a grey mother cat and some kittens playing in our back garden. We watched them for a bit and decided that they were probably strays in search of a decent meal.

You never know when the right cat will come your way, and as a precaution we had already invested in a small bag of "gourmet" ( Read more... )

San Francisco to vote on naming sewer after George Bush
By Guy Adams in Los Angeles
Friday, 27 June 2008

Some presidents get carved into Mt Rushmore; others have airports, motorways, and even entire cities named in their honour. But when George Bush leaves office, his most visible memorial may be a mouldering patch of human effluent.

In November, ( Read more... )

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)LowLevel 2 (Lustful)ModerateLevel 3 (Gluttonous)HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) ( Read more... )

 A glimpse into my office ( Read more... )

I've been posting my old college radio playlists on my other blog and thought maybe they might be of interest here too.

Although I began working there in 1985, the earliest one I can locate is from March, 1986.

3/20/1986

Wall of Voodoo - Mexican Radio
Let's Active - Fell
Blow Monkeys - Diggin' Your Scene
Stan Ridgway - Camouflage
Dead Kennedys - Halloween
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I slept through the GREAT QUAKE OF '08!

For awhile I’ve suspected that my morning bus driver doesn’t like me. At first I just thought he was a crap driver because he never waited until I found a seat before pulling away from the bus stop.

I don’t like to sit in the seats that face the aisle because I get motion sickness, so I always grab a seat in the mid-section of the bus so that I ( Read more... )

 
I like to believe that I, as a reasoned, mature individual, am immune to advertising. I like to think that there is a plexiglass shell encasing my body which TV commercials can’t penetrate. My protective little bubble deflects banal and inane marketing ploys like a dodge ball bouncing off a nerd.   Hell, I don’t even see much advertising these ( Read more... )

Wah!

Hurty hurty ear.

My 3:30 appointment cannot come soon enough.