Friday, November 29, 2002

Bush Anything But Moronic, According to Author

the book is: _dyslexicon: observations on a national disorder_, by mark crispin miller.


"I did initially intend it to be a funny book. But that was before I had a chance to read through all the transcripts," Miller, an American author and a professor of culture and communication at New York University, said recently in Toronto.

"Bush is not an imbecile. He's not a puppet. I think that Bush is a sociopathic personality. I think he's incapable of empathy. He has an inordinate sense of his own entitlement, and he's a very skilled manipulator. And in all the snickering about his alleged idiocy, this is what a lot of people miss."

Tuesday, November 26, 2002

so, on thursday, we're hosting thanksgiving for the entire extended family, up from the six month old nephew to my grandmother. whee.

right now we are little stress bunnies of doom, but we will live through the experience. and probably even everyone will get fed!

Sunday, November 24, 2002



i occasionally mention the flannel wearing lesbians who taught me some of my fashion sense in college.

the rest of my fashion sense? straight from my father. taught at an early age. (if one wasn't meant to wear toaster covers as hats, they wouldn't fit over your head. and they wouldn't come in matching father/daughter pairs. that's my theory, and i'm sticking to it.)

(this is one of my favorite pictures of me and my dad.)

Saturday, November 23, 2002

and in even better news this week, our cleaning ladies (again, contact information available upon request) are coming over on wednesday. and on thursday, we're hosting thanksgiving. yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Friday, November 22, 2002

one of my coworkers asked me what a blog was yesterday. now i am wondering if he's going to try to look mine up.

just in case, hi, keith. :)

one thing that i really really like about my current blog set up is the cute adoptable pet picture that refreshes every time you reload the page. hurray!

Thursday, November 21, 2002

yes, yes, it's been months and i'm still crabby about my most recent ex.

i'd like to just scrub my brain out and be over it. it's not like me being mad over it is going to accomplish anything. he's made his decisions, i've made mine, and between the two of us, we're not together anymore, and i don't see that anything is going to change that.

i don't think i want anything to change that.

Scientists to attempt to make new form of life

The new cell will be hobbled to render it incapable of infecting people - a step in ensuring safety. It also will be confined and designed to die if it does escape into the environment, according to The Washington Post.

do these people not watch the movies, or what?

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

our faboo contractor is tiling the entire bathroom. not just the bathtub parts of it. oh but i adore this woman.

if you need a contractor person to come work on your house, let me know and i will give you her contact information. my goodness she is wonderful. yay!


What Breed of Hamster Are You?

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i'm a hamster.

Monday, November 18, 2002

The New Republic Online: Jesus Drove a Civic

suv's make the baby jesus cry.

"Through this gospel tour," explained the Reverend Jim Ball, executive director of EEN, "Chevrolet is promoting certain vehicles that get very low gas mileage and produce significant pollution, harming human health and the rest of God's creation."

it's being monday today. this is no fun.

i am being trained on new things at work today, and it is my theory that it has got to go better tomorrow. bleh.

i inset our new old medicine cabinet into the bathroom wall yesterday. first i cut a big big hole in the wall. then i attached some two by fours and a one by four to each other. then i attached those to the studs. then i shoved in the medicine cabinet, and last but not least, screwed the cabinet to the two by fours.

very exciting, i tell you. also, i feel soooo butch today because of all that.

Friday, November 15, 2002

good things for the day:

james has been making me laugh all day. i have a theory that he's trying to kill me by making me laugh so hard i choke to death.

we are having someone come over and finish tiling our bathroom because it became apparent that it would never get done if we waited until we got enough round tuits.

and last but most certainly not least, i have an appointment tonight with nathan who is more fabulous than even chocolate cake to sit around and do absolutely nothing important. well, we may go out, but the doing nothing important is a necessity.

(and nathan, for the record, saved my butt last night by wrangling dinner because my brain was too full to deal and i needed to try and rest up so that i could be a responsible grownup at the supercon meeting last night.)

did i mention supercon? we mailed postcards last night. supercon is fabulous and i thought so even before i was chair. it rocks. go to the website and then send us $25 postmarked by the first of december. wheeee!

in one of the leadership classes that i was taking this year, we talked about systems theory. i like systems theory. it confirms my deeply held notion that everything, but everything, is interconnected. and that any purposeful changes you make will have unintended side effects in areas that you don't even think will be involved.

ohhhhh, people.

can't live with 'em, can't stuff 'em in the food processor because it breaks the blade.

Thursday, November 14, 2002

mystery reviews from salon.com

a.k.a. "what betsy wants for christmas". just so'syou know. :)

Dark End of the Street
By Ace Atkins
336 pages
William Morrow

Chasing the Dime
By Michael Connelly
400 pages
Little, Brown

Sleepyhead
By Mark Billingham
310 pages
William Morrow

Tart Noir
By Stella Duffy and Lauren Henderson, eds.
309 pages
Berkley Prime Crime

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

Getting straight with veterans yet to come


IT SEEMS CLEAR now that becoming a U.S. war veteran is a growth industry. Within the next 12 months, we'll have a whole bunch of new veterans, people who will have been damaged in one way or another while serving their nation.

It may be that I will not agree with the war that these new veterans were called upon to fight. That does not mean, should not mean, that I do not honor their bravery, their commitment, their sacrifices. They will have seen things that I have never seen, done things that I have never done, and my quarrel (if I have one) is not with them.


yeah. me too.

Monday, November 11, 2002

alt.polycon in boston.

it was great. that's the short version.

the long version: my flight was supposed to take off from minneapolis at 7pm. instead, we had an amazingly observant pilot who managed to find the computer systems doing something new and unique but apparently not worrisome. (it took them an hour and a half to decide it wasn't worrisome. they knew it was new and unique immediately.)

so, we got into boston late. i went to go stand outside in the cold to hope that a rental car company bus would come by and rescue me. eventually, one did. (and it was just a little nippy out. remember, i am a minnesotan. do not try this at home.) so i went over and rented a little black ford focus. in my head, i called it a ford americar all weekend. hey, it amused me. the gas responds much more quickly in that car than in my car. i spent some time spurting around the rental car lot, trying to get the hang of it. (did i mention it was 1am by then? and the tiredness?) i zoomed off to the westin waltham. there is hardly any traffic in boston and it's suburbs at one am. if you must drive in boston, i recommend doing it then. preferably while you're well rested. i got to the hotel, and the front desk staff checked me in to my room. (a long long way from the elevators. foo.)

the westin's motto is "heavenly whatever". okay, that's not precisely it, but it's close. heavenly beds, heavenly showers, etcetera. the bed had a very nice down comforter and down pillows, and i rapidly crawled into bed and fell asleep.

friday morning, i got up and went and had lunch at the hotel restaurant. overpriced, as i was expecting, but also not involving any boston driving. i had brought a book down to lunch, so i read most of it while eating. stef and aahz came up and said hello while i was eating. yay!

i wandered up to the hancock room (later to be the games room) where people were hanging out, waiting for the consuite to open. a lot of people were there. i got to talk to rivka and misha and joanna and stef and aahz and bearpaw and maureen and rj and bill and tendyl and lore and and and. as i had expected, my most recent ex was at the convention. it went all right. we had very little interaction, and while i was quite worried on friday morning how it was going to go with us both being in the same space, it went all right. i had a strong desire to not interact with him much, but no strong desires to beat him about the head and shoulders with a stick or else go sit in my room and weep. so, a win, by me.

i put lots of stickers on my badge (including both "giddy and terrified" and "giddy and terrifying") and talked to tendyl and flipped through the pages of who was registered. no big surprises, other than that the edmonton contingent was totally absent. (sad!)

opening ceremonies was next door, shortly after i got up there. so bearpaw welcomed us all to the convention, made a few announcements about room changes, we all took a minute to introduce ourselves, and then fmmo did an astounding around the room all names named recall of everyone who was there.

friday night dinner was arranged by ruthanne, and it was in the hotel restaurant. we sat at tables of eight or so, and i sat with ruthanne and rj and tal and lore and joanna and charles. it was both good company and good food. ianh showed up during the last of dinner, but the waitstaff wasn't so good at noticing him, so he went away to sneak some food somewhere else before the evening's panels.

the first panel was "coming out, staying in". a lot of good stories there. i talked about how i decided that i wanted to tell my parents that i was poly after my dad was in the hospital for two months and nearly died. (i'm on good terms with my parents and like them a lot as people (hi mom and dad if you're reading this! :) and didn't want to be hiding such large portions of my life from them.) someone there said that that was a good point and that they were going to go think real hard about coming out to their parents, so i feel pretty good about that.

friday evening after panels, i spent a lot of time in the consuite. i crochetted on the bed in the quiet room (i didn't crochet in the craft room even once!) and talked to whole bunches of people and got some snuggling in.

saturday morning, i had the hotel bring me breakfast in my room, on the theory that i would then eat breakfast and shower and make it to the 10am panel on time. ha. what a silly thought. i ate breakfast, and then watched a show on cable that was all spaying and neutering all the time. mostly dogs, but there was an adorable potbellied pig, only eight weeks old, who went in to be neutered. what a fine cute little guy he was! however, they get large and funny looking. this is not so good.

i went off to the last bit of the living shy panel, and then in between panels got misha to make great faces by describing to him my mornings tv watching and my breakfast. (mmm, bacon.)

i'm certain that i went to more panels in the afternoon.

rj coordinated dinner delivery from takeout taxi for me, piglet, rivka, misha, pat, nicole, kylee and wim. mmm. i had yummy eggplant parmesan and there was much snarkiness over the dinner conversation. so much snarkiness, in fact, that rivka and i were almost late to the panel we were on after dinner, about poly and disabilities. the panel started slowly, but went really really well. i wanted to take the room hostage and not let the next panel in so that we could keep talking, but that would have been antisocial of me. ah, well.

darkhawk brought cyser and mead, paula brought cordials, and maureen brought yet more mead. yum. yum yum.

wim thought ahead to prevent twitching and brought his laptop to the convention and set it up in the consuite, where it had fast internet access. all hail wim.

saturday night, i brought my album of pictures from when i was in russia to the consuite, and got to show several people, including ben who is actually russian and who was able to translate some of the text in the pictures for me. (sadly, the picture that i thought was a rabid weasel warning is actually a poetic advertisement for a school.) but people were very entertained by them. on saturday night, i also found out that ldot works at ibm again, so i sent her email today from work, since i also work there.

sunday morning, i got a wakeup call at about 930am, with the thought that that would get me up early enough to shower and dress and schlep stuff out to the car. ha! ha, i say! i snoozed in bed until 1037am and then had the startling realization that the brunch started at 11am. whoops. fortunately, i had packed on saturday night, and was able to make it out of the room by eleven, and off to the front desk to settle that one of these room service charges was not in fact mine and to drop my bags off. i found the brunch and found a table to sit at with rachel, siobhan, stef, aahz, joanna, bc, and ldot and possibly some other people. i got there in time for bearpaw's second set of announcements, and registered early and often for apc10. (okay, i just registered twice, once for me, once for nate.)

after the brunch was the "love gets glasses" panel, which i wasn't interested in attending. lucky lucky me, lisa and ayana (who are mostly swlab and soc.bi people, not alt.poly people) showed up late into the brunch, and we sat around in the hotel lobby and chatted while they waited for serene to get out of the panel. lisa and ayana are *so* *cute* together. awwwwwwwww.

piglet, joanna, and lisa have convinced me to join wombat. drat you! drat you all to heck!

i sat for a while in the consuite after lisa, ayana, and serene departed, and talked to various people. at about 3pm, i decided it was about time to hug as much of the remaining conventioneers as i could manage. so i hugged my way through the consuite, and then lore and i went downstairs and waited for the 215pm panel to get out, and then i hugged as many of the people in the panel as i could, and then lore walked me out to my car, and i drove off to logan to my flight back to minneapolis.

oddly, i napped a lot on the plane.

there were lots of people who i saw who i haven't mentioned specifically here, and it's not because i didn't have an even more fabulous time since you were there. let's try to make a bit of it up here, hmm? hi, ivy, louise, luc, stefani, tiadhg, ryk, louise, peggy, brian, songbird, bearpaw's sweetie whose name i didn't catch, sue, suzanne, susan, jacob, rachel. pinkee, arthur, louise, bernadette, jeff, cathy, jodawi, kim, and you! yes, you! in particular!

Thursday, November 07, 2002

(i went to go visit my dad yesterday while he was at work, since yesterday was the anniversary. i didn't say why, because there's still the being able to talk about it without crying issue. but i was in the neighborhood, having just seen my doctor who is nearby (i have bronchitis. did i mention that?) so i stopped down and talked with him and admired the fine handout for his class that he had made in latex which is a cool markup language that i do not understand at all except by extrapolation to html which i understand only marginally.)

i have a blog for talking about my dad being in the hospital, but i can't manage to publish to it at the moment. so i'm going to post this here, and eventually it will be posted in both places.

here's a link to abby's live journal where she's talking about my dad going into the hospital for a minor surgical procedure, two years ago today. i'm going to cut and paste the contents here, just so it's reproduced in multiple places.

she says:

Two years ago today, my father went into the John Naseff Heart Hospital at United Hospital in Saint Paul. He went in for an angiogram, as he had been having trouble with being out of breath, and a little pain in his chest. Dr. Alexander performed the angiogram. During the procedure, it was determined that my father needed angioplasty, as he had two arteries 90% blocked, and one partially blocked. Dr. Alexander performed the angioplasty and proceeded to nearly kill my father by nicking a hole in an atery and not noticing.

This lead to life-threatening procedures, life-threatening surgeries, a tracheotomy, blood transfusions, intubation, a drug-induced coma, sepsis, over three weeks in intensive care, 63 days in the hospital, and 3/4 of a million dollars of hospital bills, not to mention, lasting trauma for all those involved.

Through some number of miracles/persistence/dumb luck, my father is still alive today. I don't even know the number of times my family heard "People don't live through that" and "That should have killed him".

While what happened to my father was a largely random series of catastrophes, I still have this to say: whatever you can do, try to avoid having to have angioplasty. That's my plan, anyway.

Making Light: Ground-level politics

tnh, darn her, doesn't write in soundbites, so i'm having a hard time snipping out a piece that will make you all drooly about going and reading the whole thing.

but go read the whole thing anyhow, okay?

here's a bit that i like, in any case.

Power is good; purity's a trap. Our political system is based on compromises and coalitions. Sacrificing effectiveness in the cause of perfect ideological purity is for wankers and dilettantes. If you want to do good, you need the power to do good things. That means you have to get into the game and play it right alongside everyone else, even if it means you have to come into contact with people who don't think exactly the same way you do. After all, if you're not coming into contact with people who don't believe the same way you do, who are you preaching to?

Wednesday, November 06, 2002

i have a doctor's appointment today. i have had this cold for weeks, i tell you, and i am tired of it. i expect that my doctor will tell me that i need to live longer than the virus, but ah, well.

Tuesday, November 05, 2002

The Sacramento Bee -- sacbee.com -- Molly Ivins: Our politics is a pigsty

have i mentioned today how much i love molly ivins? well, i do. lots.

Another word for all this is denial. GeeDubya Bush to this good day thinks he did nothing wrong by unloading his Harken stock when he knew the company was going under. He's not the kind of guy who would ever swipe five dollars out of a till just because he had the chance. There's a difference, you see, between a business decision and dishonesty. You do see that, don't you?

Only you can save democracy

me and jon carroll, down on our knees.

I am not going to tell you lies, but I am going to ask you to vote. I am going to beg you to vote. See me, down on my knees, rolling in the sand, whimpering, "Vote please vote, vote any way you want but vote oh oh oh."

Sunday, November 03, 2002

hi! i've been at world fantasy con all weekend! how about you?

i started there at about 6pm on thursday night, came back for more at the same time on friday, was there all day saturday (11am to 11pm) and didn't have to get there until late today to make sure set up for the music party went well and got back a little bit ago. whee!

i saw one panel, which is about my average for a convention, and stayed for a little bit of the music party tonight. i saw ellen and patrick do a fine although admittedly unpracticed version of richard thompson's beeswing, and a few people do a few other songs that i was mostly unsure of the names of. one of them seemed to be called angelina baker, but it could have been cleverly called something else.

i spent most of my time in the green room. i like working the green room, i think, and may end up doing it again at other conventions (since it'll be a long while until wfc is back in minneapolis and as much as i liked this one, i have enough conventions to travel to as it is).

i got to spend a lot of time with my friend davey (hi davey!) although too much of it was while one of us was tired or hungry or stressed, got to spend time with my sweetie sigrid, and i met colleen and janell who were also working green room with us. wheeee!

um. tired. you may get more details later, or they may have fallen totally out of my brain by then. we'll see.