I have become quite familiar in my life with vomiting. I know when I feel like I'm going to vomit, when my stomach feels like an iron ball, when I should be within 10 yards of a toilet bowl, and so on, and so forth.

But nothing I've ever *read* encouraged such a feeling in me as the Wikipedia "article" on Colonialism. Or so I thought ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've said anything here. Guess it's 'cause I'm nowhere as pissed off as I was so many years ago.

That aside, a random thought came to me today while I'm stuck here in Milwaukee on a layover, volunteering of course to stay here more since the outbound flight is overbooked ( Read more... )

So, in the midst of a big meeting today, the Red Cross called at an inopportune time. They wanted to make sure I could still make the blood donation time I scheduled. Mundane reminder aside, the call itself interrupted me at work, causing me to lose my place ( Read more... )

"Wherever politics tries to be redemptive, it is promising too much. Where it wishes to do the work of God, it becomes not divine, but demonic."

- Pope Benedict XVI

Usually when I read about 16 year old kids doing great things, I get a little pissy inside. "Big deal, sailing around the world solo," I would say to myself. "I'd do that if I didn't have cable."

Ironically enough, I didn't even find out about 16 year old Daniel Pereg by watching any Cable news. I barely found any mention of him anywhere, but ( Read more... )

Dear Livejournal ( Read more... )

They told me she was a small dog, that I would only need to take her out for a few short walks a day, maybe only 5-10 minutes, since she didn't seem so active. Earlier today I was corrected, and was informed that since she was a small dog, and had a correspondingly small bladder, it should be more 5-6 times a day so that she can relieve herself ( Read more... )

From csmonitor.com's comments sections today about the recent protests on Moldava:

"Yes, yes, it’s the CIA and they’re in league with the Illuminati, man. Big Brother is behind everything man ( Read more... )

It's about a quarter mile walk from my building (G1, or as I affectionately like to call it, "G-Unit") to the cafeteria here at the office. So, there and back? Probably about half a mile or something ( Read more... )

And so I was, about to send my mother a basket of fresh cut fruit and chocolate-dipped strawberries for Mother's Day.

Then I remembered she was diabetic.

Oh, how some things change.