Joe Bell is a family friend and a damned good journalist and an old-school unapologetic flaming liberal. I love him. And this is one of the best things written about the recall election.
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Emo people, Hipsters
Circle I Limbo
SUV Drivers, Eric S. Raymond, That Guy in the Second Row
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
Libertarians, Greenpeace
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
Ralph Nader
Circle IV Rolling Weights
Mormons, Objectivists
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
River Styx
Creationists, New Agers
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
River Phlegyas
Neoconservatives
Circle VII Burning Sands
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies, Scientologists
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
Bill Frist, Skinheads
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
One of our developers, who was debugging a nasty problem on the website I help manage, just said that our site was a Rube Goldberg apparatus and he could not figure it out.
He’s right. I’m no cartoonist, but I was able to sum ours up for him and the project manager to their satisfaction:
The exec VP reaches for the bonus and falls onto his assistant, who drops her bag of cheetos onto the front-end programmer. he lets go of his nintendo to get the cheetos and the nintendo rolls down a slope onto the sysadmin, who wakes up and restarts the server.
As Bob Trout once said about a similar gathering of people: “I’ll be there all right. I’ll be there with five gallons of fucking gas and some duct tape!”
Boy, if you have a problem with negativity in print you might want to avoid this thing for a while. I am entering the zone of the Grump that Passeth Understanding.
Tonight was Morons on Wheels in the O.C. Two people in the requisite gigantic SUV’s ran red lights and nearly freakin’ killed me. Then I saw a guy who had somehow driven his car at a good clip right into the center divider, where it was steaming and resting at a crazy angle on some pointy piece of city property as he and his buddy looked glum. In my current mood I just laughed and drove on. I probably should have helped.
Myself, I spent too much time today thinking about whether my new exciting metabolic disaster meant that my blood was eating me up from the inside, and also wondering if I would ever get to really enjoy food again or if I’d just have to treat it as medicine from now on. It’s a huge downer. I’m not going to pretend otherwise. When I think about it I get so angry I want to punch a hole in the wall and/or my head.
At this stage in my existence I have no love life or any reason to expect any, no career advancement likely, another chronic illness already making life somewhat more difficult and limiting and expensive, and no obvious way to change any of those things. I didn’t need this shit. One thing I had was food: I’m a good cook, I know a lot about food, I can prepare food for others and they enjoy it, I can match wine to food. It’s not just a cool hobby, it’s a way of expressing myself. This is probably over with now. What gets taken away next?
Personal inventory:
I get up every day and live my life as best as I can, fixing little bits of broken crap here and there, and put a good face on it. Only because it’s expected of me by others. And I’m nothing if not obedient.
I had my first experience with diabetes education today, and it wasn’t as bad as I had expected actually. First of all the nurse was smart and well-organized, and presented the science bits well. There was dumbing down (“the fight or flight hormones are stronger than the insulin so it can’t work right”) but not too much of it. The K.I.S.S. rule was followed.
The device for measuring blood sugar is from an apparently clued-in outfit who provide a simple and effective device. They also provide lots of interesting geek tools for managing your body’s performance stats, including a customized Handspring device, a web interface for storing info, and a PC interface cable. For the last of these they’ve released the data format so that you can just buy the cable and roll your own software if you want. I applaud this!
The only real negative from today’s experience was the psychological part of the class, which was so dumb as to be offensive. Lots of office-lady humor, humiliating simplification and patronizing garbage. I bit my tongue a lot, reminding myself that I didn’t have to buy into the dreadful Kewpie-doll mentality as long as I paid attention to the science stuff and the good advice and the useful procedures for avoiding doom.
Plus I tricked myself into buying a new Palm device. ::go to wait by mailbox::
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I’m imagining a Nigerian version of Krusty the Klown, here.
I was complaining the other day about the current circus-freak obsession with midgets. And then I saw this on stereolabrat’s LJ.
Man, I guess if you have to be exploited this is the way to go. But.. um.. wow. Good morning. I’m inarticulate. Time for more coffee.
sic_blog syndicates my typepad thing, for anyone interested in reading YET MORE CRAP I SPEW OUT.
Not sure yet which splatter of my massive, gusher-like talent will land there. So far I’m just bitching.
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