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I have to say that Mistress Malchia and her whatever the fuck he is have singlehandedly made me immensely proud to be anything *other* than a Concordian.

In brief...

Jan. 9th, 2006 09:02 am
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For the curious, I asked.

She said yes.

Details to follow.
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PRETZEL BOMB 2005


On January 14th, 2005, we Americans who are furious with the current President will each send one grab-bag-sized bag of pretzels to the White House (just to show we care) at the following address:

The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500

Spread this message to every Bush-fearing person you know; post it on message boards, communities, etc. that you belong to.

Spread the word!
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It is days like today that make me wonder about my role as a mediator among the different circles I meander in. It is also days like today that make me ever so immensely glad to not be in Albany any more.

Last week was a bit odd for me... I had a number of people unfriend me, one a day. Now normally, this kind of thing would make me go "eh". The first was doing a purge, and we never really had that strong of a relationship anyway. The second may have just been doing some cleaning, the third was... I don't know quite what the third was. Whatever. It was just the timing of things that made me stop for a moment.

Fast forward to this week and I am watching a veritable shitstorm of drama flying around people in the capital district. A war because, quite frankly, one person didn't think. The point at which their thought processes stopped is subject to opinion. Perhaps it was when they found someone's LJ account open and decided to read through entries that they were otherwise barred from. Perhaps it was when they wrote about breaking the trust among a number of people just because they wanted to get their spiteful little jollies. Maybe it was when they decided to *brag* about doing such a thing and spit forth numerous inflammatory comments about what they'd read. (If you're still waffling on whether they possess cerebral capacities at all, this person promptly threw up their hands, denied all blame in the matter, and cut and run. While not polite, this may turn out to be their first intelligent decision in the process)

Of course, faulty thought processes are not solely the realm of this person. When someone gets involved with one sibling, then the other, and nobody actually talks to anyone else about it and hurt feelings are the result, "Really fucking dumb" can be freely applied to any of them. Rest assured, dear readers, it has been. Numerous times. Unfortunately, I've not done so directly since I've been removed by 150 miles or more.

It is easy for me to sit back now, look at these people, and say "What a dumbass." Had I been local when all of this was starting up, I might have gathered the energy to sit the aforementioned siblings down and say "What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" (the first non-thinker referenced above was written off years ago back when they wrote what I feel to be one of the most self-important (and simultaneously condescending and self-denying) letters I've ever seen a 19 year old put to text)

The peacemaker in me pokes his head out and asks "Could I have done something to stop this?"

And the part of me that has spent so much time developing comes forth to say "It's not your fucking problem."

And then I kick back with another beer to wait and see who'll be the next person to fall through the ice on hypothermia theater.
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Cheap ones (like $4 for shipping or the like) accepted too.

In digging around the house this morning, I rediscovered my copy of "The Kerry Kit", a dvd that I vaguely remember requesting from moveon.org. In digging around the web a little more, I found that the rnc was offering their own version, so I ponied up a sufficiently fake name and asked for a copy of that too. Googling "free dvds" gets links upon links of people offering free current movies for buying things from other sites or crap like that, but what I'm looking for are original dvds on... pretty much anything. Political organizations? Car companies? Universities? Soloflex machines? Let me know! If they're offering free dvds, I'm curious.

I also found bmwfilms.com, and they're apparently offering a dvd of their promo pieces for shipping costs ($4.01 I think), so that falls in the category as well. Hey [livejournal.com profile] marasca, know any of your clients who have such things to send out?

Grr.

Mar. 21st, 2004 12:55 am
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Apparently their Highnesses of Aethelmearc think I'm OK. Beeyotches. Give me an award and don't even give me the opportunity to decline it because they don't actually bother to wait until I'm in court to give it to me.

Of course, given that it's one of the reasons I was specifically *avoiding* kingdom courts, I guess that's only fair.

But I am curious to meet our seneschal, because apparently someone got OK'd for being seneschal of Myrkfaelinn and it wasn't me, and it wasn't Thorpe (because he already got OK'd for exactly that reason). I mean, shit, if someone else is really seneschal, why the fuck haven't they bothered to tell me so I can stop running the damn meetings?!?!!
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Hellboy goodness... Read more... )
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Final notes for the day:

"Super Size Me" was a lot of fun. Oddly enough, I preferred the tone of "League of Ordinary Gentlemen", but that may be because the filmmaker let the subject explain itself, rather than narrating. The Paramount is a *phenomenal* theater, and I may well need to get there *very* early tomorrow night for the Jersey Girl/Hellboy feature if I want to get in at all. The man survived 4 weeks of nothing but McDonald's and gained 25 lbs thanks to it. A far braver man than I.

Ju-On: The Grudge: [livejournal.com profile] chaosvizier, I'm sorry to say that I suspect I didn't find it quite as affecting as you did. the audio was sufficiently creepy though, and likely to be a sound from a horror movie that resonates up there with the opening flashbulbs in the original "Texas Chainsaw Massacre".

Tomorrow: Try meeting my cinema geek inspiration, Harry Knowles, and probably try finding an appropriate interactive-type panel or two.

Night all.
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It's looking like I'm going to absolutely and positively need a nap to survive the evening, but before I do that, I want to get this down.

Information poisoning.

It sounds like something that would be coined by Gibson or Sterling, I have no idea if wither of them is indeed its originator. The concept is that there's just *too much* information being thrown our way. Take my car.

I have some kind of red sporty Oldsmobile. On the one hand, it's equipped with a neverlost system, something that I think is phenomenal. I've been punching addresses into it left and right, and it's been getting me where I need to go. I love it.

On the other hand, the radio seems to be equipped to, in some cases, tell me the call letters of the station I'm tuned in to, the name of the artist performing, the song title, and the album it's from. I note none of these features are available on 101.5 or 107.1, which are becoming my preferred presets for the trip. It is, however, de rigeur on any of the self-identified Clear Channel stations.

Naptime.
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Just finished my first panel here, and I'm beginning to wonder exactly what my chances of being able to pull off a return trip are.

The panel in question was "Craigslist and Online Community", and unfortunately, it seems to be a whole lot of... well, crap. It started out well, dealing with how the founder thought that his list had achieved such success, dealing with issues like trust, self-policing, customer service, and other good things, and degraded into a lefty rah-rah let's get Bush the fuck out of office.

Now I can't argue that I don't share this opinion, as the lefty blogs are a frequent starting point for my daily routine. Unfortunately I'm more of the opinion that this is not the way to develop community. In this case, politics are like a burr under a saddle. Something is *really* wrong, and people want to deal with it, but once it's not an issue, people will, quite frankly, forget about it. This is *not* online community; ever the pessimist, I fail to see how basing a social construct on a subject like "get Bush out of office" will succeed past doing its appointed task.

It's entertaining that the film I just hit beforehand, "League of Ordinary Gentlemen", set more things in my mind than the last panel did. "League" is the story of the decline and fall of the Rpofessional Bowlers Association", and its subsequent rebirth thanks to new ownership made from Microsoft alumni and some ad execs picked up from Nike. One of the speakers they had was the author of a book I read about in [livejournal.com profile] marasca's journal, "Bowling Alone", talking about the breakdown of community due to the privatization of entertainment. I can see that this is a book I need to check out. It may just give me an idea of the problem we're currently trying to solve at work, regarding developing an online community among faculty at work. Anyone out there with other ideas regarding community or the breakdown thereof?

Current plans: Panel on making the most of SXSW (I figure *someone* has to listen to the guys :) ), dinner at Magnolia Cafe (if the crowds have decreased somewhat) possibly preceded by another trip to the gym; Evening entertainment is "Super Size Me" and "Ju-On: The Grudge". I wish I liked the Dobie better, for all the films I'm seeing there. Some more air conditioning would definitely help.
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Change in plans. Dead & breakfast is no longer an option.

Instead, I'll be catching a sneak preview of Jersey Girl, then I'm going to hang around and try getting in to Hellboy.

Hoorah.

Anthony's gonna be *so* jealous.
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Survey time.

What did I forget to pack?
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Why do they seal your bags with unbreakable plastic ties and then forbid you to bring any kind of cutting devices with you?
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Trip report thus farRead more... )
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Grumble grumble grumble. The annoyances of being a dilettante. [livejournal.com profile] pkdan mentioned a small 40K campaign coming up soon. I haven't collected any GW stuff for almost 15 years, but I have tons of forces for other games. Easy, I thought, I'll just pull out something that looks appropriate and use them as proxies for something interesting. Great idea. Turns out I have tons and tons of modern/near future figs and no groups bigger than 30 figures or so. Got a look at a copy of the latest edition of the 40K rulebook and it looks like at best, I have half as many figures as I'll need for the force I was looking to run. And that's to run 500 friggin' points worth. Grr. I sent something off to a list that may net me a trade for more of what I'm looking for, but I'm really doing my damnedest not to have to actually spend any more money on this hobby. Lord knows I've already spent enough.
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The American Family Association got bitten on the ass when they tried conducting a poll to see what Americans thought about gay marriage. And since "the homosexual activists around the country have done their number on it", they're ignoring it in their call for a heterosexual marriage only amendment. Serves the fuckers right, but apparently the poll is still active.
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All the blame goes to [livejournal.com profile] chaosvizier

C is for cousins, awaiting their toys,
which I, as an uncle, ensure will make noise
H is for hellish, the mall parking lots,
with parents, Suburbans, and sugar-hyped tots
R is for royal, the screwing I feel,
from months of bills following my shopping zeal.
I is for ice still on my neighbor's walk,
but there's more left on mine, so I shouldn't talk.
S is for selling, which I should be doin',
on ebay to avoid my financial ruin.
T is for tempting, the sales that I see,
on gifts that would best be given to... me.
M is for migraine, my personal hell,
thanks to Salvation Army ringers of bells.
A is for ass, how sore it will be,
after escaping from shopping, the pre-holiday work crunch and my divisional party to spend 12 hours in the dark with an audience of underwashed fanboys watching the Lord of the Rings Trilogy (and enjoying some Dinosaur Barbeque in between features) because I have tickets and yooouuuu don't.
S is for sleeping, a thing on my list
that I likely won't get to 'til 12.26.
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Previous post reviewed: I've now been awake for 27 hours or so. A good chunk of the vitriol in it was based on work frustrations, but yeah, the underlying feelings are still there. Just not quite so violently.

Further update: I've managed to get some sleep. This *definitely* mellowed my opinons. I'm more down to the whole thing being one heck of an annoyance than anything else. I think I just need to work on my "invisible during court" skills, and if they catch me, it's my own damn fault.
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My eyes are bleary, I'm 4.5 hours away from my latest hotel school deadline and nowhere near where he wants me to be. And yet, there's something entirely unrelated that's bothering me.

After Lisa got back from the event this weekend, we had a bit of a discussion regarding SCA awards. Apparently, folks had been trying to get her an AoA that weekend, but it fell through because they wanted very little court and they wanted it to focus on the local group who had many deserving people. Fine and dandy, she's now apparently been told that things are likely to happen at 12th night (January 3, Niagara Falls area). She also mentioned (with a knowing kind of smirk) that a number of people have been putting me up for an award... a Keystone (for the non-SCA among you, it's a cookie for doing service to the society in general).

Trouble is, I don't want it. At all. And I don't know how to get in and abort the process so as to save the scribes the effort of making a scroll that someone *else* would appreciate, and to save myself from having to explain *why* I don't want that or any other "reward".

I have friends who've worked very hard for what they have. I have other friends who are working intently with their eyes on a prize. I can respect them, but I am also not any of them.

Getting an award does absolutely *dick* for my attitude. Getting it or not getting it won't make me try harder. Getting it or not getting it won't make me try any *less*, either. (Actually, if I'm having a particularly pissy time with it, getting one would likely make me try to do even less so as to drop below anyone's radar) I believe that everyone is entitled to be in the SCA for their own reasons, and my own reasons involve most explicitly *not* being called up into court to get a rock. I *HATE* the concept. *LOATHE* it. Don't want to do it. And yet, when I tried explaining this to Lisa, all she did was snicker.

It's not fun for me. At all.

So how do I get people to actually *listen* to me about this?
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