Friday, August 31, 2007

I have plenty of time to post.

On both my blogs.

And I don't mean a couple sentences, I mean, long rambling outpourings of my soul.

But I haven't felt like it this week - right now, I can't sleep. I have English at 9:10 and French at 11:20, then a bike ride to the nearest pharmacy and then Law & Order, homework, laundry, nothing until Tuesday.

Maybe this weekend I'll catch up with Pluggers. ::shudder::

Let me just say this - I love college, I truly do.

I love being around people my own age, people who want to learn, I'm not even that homesick - I think the times I cried or almost cried were from fear of the unknown and frustration.

By Wednesday, I'd gone to all my classes, so that was pretty much gone.

I've made a big decision - at least for this semester. I applied for a job earlier this month upon seeing that my predicted money included $700 from work-study, but I couldn't figure out if I am indeed, work-study. I don't need the money - my books, classes, meal plan, and dorm are paid off for this semester. And I'll get the other half of my scholarships, grants, and financial aid in January.

Now, next year, when I've been kicked off the honors program and lost my juicy scholarship, then I'll need a job.

I know I can do the job, and I also know I have the time to do it, but, as I told my ACAD professor, I don't have the emotional time. He understood, and I'm not even sure what I mean.

You have to take a test over the training and paper accompanying the training. I studied Monday, cried a bit, called my Mom, studied some more, stopped crying and felt better, got the test, and blanked. I probably would have passed, especially since, according to the guy next to me who took it Sunday, they make you redo it until you get the 70% needed to pass - they're desperate.

I filled out what I could, then spoke to my (future former) boss. I'd been on the payroll since Thursday, but hadn't worked any hours. (He called me at 4 something last Thursday after moving in and said I could come in then and get started. I said no, then worried this would be an absence I'd have to make up! It wasn't. I couldn't, even if I'd wanted - no sleep Wednesday night, I was going on adrenaline and nerves.)

I told him I'd been out of circulation for more than a year and that I'd taken too much on, and couldn't do it now.He understood and was very nice about it. He said it was better to leave the job now, before my grades can be affected, rather than at midterms or something.

He also said that he knew I could do this job, or I wouldn't have applied. He wants me to call him next week after I'm settled, and let him know for sure then. I'll have a job waiting for me.

When I applied, I got the feeling I wouldn't get it because it was so late, and so many people had already applied, I had a snowball's chance in hell, etc. That's not entirely true. Sure, those of us called back for training were not guaranteed the job until we passed the test, but why was I on the payroll before taking the tests, hmm? They are desperate. The more people calling, the more chances for money to come in. I mean, last year they had a 500% turnover!

I may apply for it in January or next summer, who knows? But now is not the right time.

I've never had a job before, and I haven't been in school consistently since August? September? of 2005. Sure, I was still getting my Shelby County education, but I was in my pjs, in pain, and merrily isolated.

I called Becky Monday to say I was thinking about quitting. (The job was the one thing to push me past "almost crying" into red eyed leaking.) She said I couldn't, because she'd cried the first 2 weeks of her job, and mom wouldn't let her quit, so why should I?

But Becky and I aren't identical, and we haven't had identical lives. (She got on yearbook her junior year, I didn't get on it, even after applying...) She started her job this April, during the school year. When she started school the 13th, the job was not new. And neither was school. The classes, work, and teachers were, but still.

So that's it.

Also, we were freezing during orientation and move-in, but yesterday, I was soaked in sweat during class, and the teacher said it's normally cold enough for a blanket!

I love school, but I haven't had a full week of it. Check back in a week to see if I've run away to Canada or Iceland or Tierra del Fuego. Kidding! I'm doing well in French and Math, as soon as the facts come in, I know them, and the other 3 involve a lot of writing and thinking, and despite what this blog may lead you to believe, I'm a damn good writer. And thinker.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

"Cut Coupons to cut Costs"

So sez a Mister Sean Bixler of New York, New York.

He won one hundred dollars for his profound, perfect money saving idea.

I don't think it's that good, frankly. No, I did not submit a tip of my own, I only found this site through a blurb on yahoo's front page - I was bored and I like stories about spending and saving money at times.

I think he won because he's a guy, and guys don't cook, guys don't clip coupons, they just make the money and dole out a few bucks a month to the little wifey-poo because she can't make good money on her own. (That's what bugged me the most about The Jetsons - in the opening sequence, George Jetson is dropping his family off at school and the store (the wifey). He holds out one bill, and takes the money still in the wallet. This applies to many futuristic books, movies, comics, and TV shows from almost every time, but it's most glaring in ones from the '50s and '60s. Technology changes, with no social changes. Pisses me off, but makes me happy to live now.)

My problem with his tip and interview is the fact that he doesn't mention store brand food - he says you can save up to $20 every time you go shopping! Wow! He also says, in his tip, that "you may have to buy different brands each time you shop". Oh, the humanity! And it takes time to compare your list with the store flier and your coupons... make it stop!

We cut coupons from time to time - I have done it the most over the summer - it's a good way to eat up a summer Sunday, especially if there's baseball on.

But we don't usually use most of the food ones - except for candy and some desserts or things that don't have a store brand counterpart.

But most of the staples are available as store brands. I've never seen a coupon for a Great Value loaf of bread. And it is my belief that most brand name items with the coupon's discount cost at or even above their store brand counterpart. Which is why it sucks to cut coupons in this house.

I guess, if you shop at expensive stores and have never bought store brands, then you would save money on brand name items with coupons if you can't bring yourself to touch a store brand with a ten foot pole.

But I still love cutting coupons! Very soothing.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Dixie and her Haircut.

You're boring her.

This is the most disturbing commercial on TV.

I wish I could scrub my brain out after hearing that.

I also loathe the Geico commercials - the Cavemen thing, especially this. Does anybody actually love these corporate creations?

I do actually like the Rozerem commercials - the dream part, I love it.

Monday, August 20, 2007

I have a job!


I have to pass the test next week - get at least 70 questions right out of 100. It will be a review of what I learned this week.

My first paying job - house/dog sitting doesn't count for the IRS or resume purposes.

I'm so excited and so damn nervous and terrified.

I'll be working to the Phonathon.

My job is calling alumni and asking for pledges and updating their contact information - address, job, phone number, living status. Most of the people I'll talk to won't be able to give more than 3 figures, but that's okay.

Every pledge does matter, and that's something I now believe, not just what I must repeat to keep my job.

The hours are 5:30pm to 9pm - aren't they great? 3 hours after my latest class, and early enough for sleep (Daily Show and Colbert Report).

I must work 3 nights - and I've picked Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. We're only work Sunday through Thursday - less chance of grown-up alumni being out partying.

My first training session was tonight from 5:30 to 9pm, officially. I got there around 5 and left at 9:15.

I was nauseous all day, and my upper back has been hurting for the last couple days, probably because of nerves, since I'm not doing anything different.

I was terrified at first, with all the responsibility laid out. But then I realized I don't have to do this, even though I said I'd do work-study, I don't need the money now because of all my scholarship and financial aid. Also, since we were there more than 3 hours, we had time to get comfortable with the idea, at least I did. Unlike my classes in a week, this was and will be much longer, and part of the eek of the first day/week of school is the fact that it's about an hour spent in the class - with everything thrown at you at once, and no time that day to adjust to it - with the teacher.

I had so much fun.

I told my boss (Assistant Director) that I was an evil robot who wanted to take over the world, not that I'd tell him if I was in the first place. (One of the rules of calling people - don't be a robot on the phone.)

My ideas for why people would give were all sinister - I blame Law & Order reruns all summer. I said to hide money, like say to pay for killing a guy. He said that wasn't realistic, he wouldn't think of that after killing a man for money. I also said people wouldn't give us money because the Grizzlies didn't make it... Oh, we're the Tigers. Whoops. (What reasons could there be not to donate? The number one reason, that nobody guessed, is death. Of the alumni.)

He mentioned the Red Sox, and I said, "You're supposed to be a Mariners fan." (Earlier, he'd said he was raised in Seattle. That's part of the job, too, at world series time. Unless I'm calling a New Yorker, who knows if they like the Mets or the Yankees? They're Tigers, they're decent people, they like the Mets.)

He said he liked the Cubs, and I said, "Oh, I'm so sorry."

That got a laugh.

I had a lot of fun.

I can't wait.

And I'm moving in Thursday and meeting my roommate. (We've e-mailed and talked on the phone.)

And classes start in less than a week.

How did I get to this place? I don't recall summer asking my permission to end!

I know how I got to the training session point - only half of the applicants make it this far, and over 75 have applied for the fall semester. They need to know that you can do this job and do it well.

Anyways, we sent in paper application, then had to phone interview. The genius that I am, I set my appointment for last Monday the same day I got called by the people for the first time - my logic was, get it out of the way as soon as possible. I mispronounced some words, and even though I tried to make it my own, I followed the script in some places, and I felt myself screw up the pacing and inflection of my voice in regards to a sentence thanks to a misplaced comma.

But I've still almost got the job.

The interviewer (the AD that's training us) wouldn't confirm or deny it, but I know.

One of the reasons listed to give money included research - giving us money to continue old research and start new projects. Well, I know we have an earthquake research facility - I've seen the building, and there was a book about an earthquake here that mentioned it. So, I told the "prospect" that if he didn't give me $50 or $25 (forgot most of it after I did it) Memphis and the University would end up in the Mississippi because we'd have to close our research center.

When I did the interview, I said that I knew I couldn't do that during an actual call.

And when I called again about directions to the training, I said,"Did the earthquake play a part?" He laughed and said he couldn't say.

Then at the training session, he said don't threaten the alumni with acts of God. And he didn't know it was me that did the earthquake, since he handled 60+ interviews in a 2 week period, but he did remember some odd interviews, including the threat.

As to its effectiveness, I said I wanted to be remembered. Again, he didn't know it was me. "But I'm here tonight, aren't I?"

Sunday, August 19, 2007

This is SO not fair.

Or right.

School doesn't start til the 27th, I can still transfer to the University of New Mexico. I've got family in Albuquerque. Classes start at UNM tomorrow, which could be a problem.

What's not fair? All UNM students can ride all city buses for free! Thanks to the Lobo Ride Pass.

I have to pay $28 for 21 rides! As a college student!

And the regular adult fare is "I'll-Be-Quirky" is only one dollar, fifty cents less than here.

Like I've said before, MATA couldn't suck more if the buses were replaced with vacuums.

Most cities with buses have monthly passes for regular commuters, including Albuquerque.

Saturday's They'll Do It Every Time

I definitely identify with the person doing it every time, since I do it every time.

So do a lot of people, to my understanding. I realize Dean Booth is not a normal crank, though he's not normal, he's a Comics Curmudgeon regular!

But his thermostats must be set at a different place than his wife's - he's comfortable in the summer in a sweater vest with the house at 72 degrees.

Some people may not believe this, but the temperature outside the house definitely affects how you feel inside the house and what you want the temperature in the house to be.

I wish we could set it to 68 in the summer, but we're not rich enough. 72 will have to do, unless it cools off outside, and the house then feels cold and the temperature should be bumped up. (Mom and Beck last week in the morning, they wanted it at 72, fans flying when they came home at 2pm! They'll Do It Every Time!)

Actually, I don't normally do that in the winter - I'm a fan of extra blankets and shirts. My motto is "It's easy to warm up, it's damn hard to cool down, so here's a blanket." I believe that being overheated trumps being cold - I can drink ice cold water and chew on ice cubes and still not be as cooled off as I'd like. All you need when you're cold is a blanket or two or three. In the summer, at night, even if I don't need it, I throw the blankets on and turn on my bedside fan. So nice.

Wickett and Mikey's Puppet

Mikey took it back soon after, because he was done eating and nobody was playing with him.

Wickett just ran and grabbed that puppet. He is ready to play.

Mikey's ready to kill to get the puppet and to keep the puppet. Or whatever he wants. Such a snot.

Mikey just tried to take it, and they'd been very angry, growling and growling, and when Mikey tried to take the puppet from Wickett, Mikey ended up growling louder and angrier, and pinning Wickett! He is such a mean little brat. I think he spent time in a house before he came to us where he wasn't the only dog, perhaps he was also the smallest, or hey, even little kids can take dog toys, so that's why he's so crazy about them. He gets the toy of the moment (his rope, puppet, or octopus) or whatever anybody else has (including humans) and he wants to play, but he won't. if it's something purloined, he won't even move, he'll just sit next to the person/dog he stole it from or wants attention from and growl and rip it apart. If it's his toy, however, he'll hit us with it until we make a grab for it. Then he gets angry and darts away and comes back. That's how he plays with toys. That's how he shares.

Let's do some cheering up.

I called Dixie out without awaking Mikey, and she was quite unsympathetic.


Ah, was Eric Idle cute or what.

I am such a crybaby...

Though who wouldn't be, listening to this song and watching this video?

One Tin Soldier

Listen children to a story that was written long ago
'bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,
and the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill
asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom: "With our brothers we will share
all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger; mount your horses, draw your sword,
and they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain, dark and red,
turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.

Watching the Lennon documentary on Vh1 tonight probably didn't make me too happy - it was the last 5 minutes. I knew it was coming, but damn, did it have to?

Something else that always has me crying:

God, I'm going to bed. I can't kiss Dixie good night because she's in mom's room with Mikey, and he gets yelly and that bugs mom and she'd tell me to the smart thing and not watch it.

She's probably right.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

I blame my sister!

She's watching High School Musical on Disney Channel and there are these commercials and this one had this video from High School Musical 2 and it has baseball players - real ones! Saying the title of the song!

I couldn't resist.

But this movie still sucks sucks sucks. Most high school movies are nothing like the high school I remember. I talked to cheerleaders, slackers, sports people, ROTC robots (love you Kara!), and everybody. I was nice to everybody.

I wasn't popular in the way that everybody knew my name, I never got mentioned in the yearbook, but I felt popular in that people knew me by sight and felt comfortable talking to me.

Very boring movie that would be, I wouldn't see it.

Here's the evil video. What's worse - I like the song as well as the video - I love baseball too much.

I still hate the movie.

I agree with this reviewer - at least about this song. I know it says New York Times, but anyone can look at it without paying.

Friday, August 17, 2007

I love this video!

I found it at Pandagon, a site I've abandoned for too long.

It's a video of anti-abortion people who want abortion to be illegal, but don't know what, if any punishment there should be.

One believes it's murder, but doesn't think that women who get illegal abortions should be punished as other murderers.

And another believes that it depends on if the woman knew she was killing her baby or not. Yeah, that makes little sense to me too.

I stand by what I've said before - I'd get an abortion if I got pregnant in the next few years, as soon as possible. Mentally, I can't do it. Physically, I think my doctors would kill me. And I don't want to get pregnant, I don't want to have kids right now. What's worse - an abortion as soon as I realize I'm pregnant, or having a kid that I'm not ready for?

As for my family, my mother doesn't think abortion is right, but doesn't think she has the right to tell any woman what to do with her body, so she's on the same page I am - pro-choice. I may not like it, but I'm not denying others the right to do it.

I just like that they want it illegal, but don't want to punish the women who have abortions. The state's sanctioning murder, according to one.

This reminds me of a bit of immigration debate - deport all illegal immigrants or lock them all up here.

How? There are millions of illegal immigrants, right? And they're undocumented, so they're not too easy to find, right?

How are you going to deport millions of people? And what about the children of illegal immigrants, who are American citizens, if I remember correctly? Deport their parents, and put them in foster care? What?

Everybody wants to stop illegal immigration.

They can't even agree on how to do that.

I don't know how I feel about illegal immigration, but I'm not making big statements on tv about it, or acting like I do. That's my only contribution to the debate - how?

And now I have a way to do the same to people I actually disagree with!

I think abortion should be legal because, until you are in that position, you have no idea what you'd do.

Plus, there was this Law and Order where this underage girl got an abortion without her parent's consent. The detectives found a baby, thought it was a college kid, and found this dead end - the college girl's sister got pregnant, and used her ID for the test, and then got an abortion. Her dad called her a slut and was furious at the thought of her pregnant.

But an abortion is worse! That was a great, albeit fictional, example of why teenage girls should be able to have an abortion without parental consent.

Of course Law and Order's touched on illegal immigration, but nothing concrete because this isn't an easy issue.

The Cult of the Amateur:

"How today's Internet is killing our culture" By Andrew Keen, a man with a look of revulsion on his face and a snooty accent (that I do not find cute).

Look, Mr. Keen, I'm blogging! I'm taking money from you, a published writer. What are you going to do about it?

Are you getting paid for this mention? No, any money I have or will have is tied up in college, so maybe I won't be an amateur writer for ever.

I'll link to your book at Amazon, of course, only so I don't look like I'm making up your book's existence. Or your loathsome expression - I watched the Colbert Report last night - on TV, but the video of the interview is online. You ain't making money from that, either.

Okay, some blog was able to put the Comedy central video in a blog post, but I can't find that section at Comedy Central, hell I can't even find the blog post! So here's a link.

Anyways, I saw a review of your book in the newspaper a while back, and I didn't save it because your book didn't interest me - at all.

And the review wasn't very friendly. I remember that it accused you of sour grapes, and that by saying the internet is robbing us of the Beatles of today, your reality doesn't match up. I've seen and the reviewer has seen mainstream music of today, the kind that makes money, videos, cds, and dvds of concerts, crappy tv shows, and on and on. There are no Beatles today besides Paul and Ringo.

I still read, sir.

I hope to be a published writer one day (under a pseudonym, and if I have to go on TV shows, I'm hiring someone who looks nothing like me, in case it sucks).

But cries that the internet is bad and killing culture are pointless, unless you make some good money off it.

It won't change a damn thing.

When I saw you on The Report, I was reminded of Nebraskans, like my aunt and uncle, lamenting the Mexicans that had moved in, or opened Mexican restaurants and were becoming active in the small communities. The Mexican-American culture found there is better than what the white people are doing now. No small family farms anymore. The biggest industry outside the cities seems to be nursing homes. Young people run like their feet are on fire most of the time.

So if Mexican immigrants and Mexican-Americans want to live there, and have a community, so what?

There needs to be something there, and it's better than what's there now, and at least equal to what was there before.

That applies to the internet as well, Mr. Keen.


bite me.

You have a blog! Making money off it? Are you contributing anything worthwhile, hmm?

As for your book and me buying it - no. I'm 19, I'm part of this generation, and we're the worst ever, according to your generation, which was the worst ever around the time you guys were 20, and so on.

And I wouldn't buy a hardback book if I had the brains. (Easier to transport paperbacks and they're cheaper.)

So it would be library or nothing, and I doubt I'd be bored enough to do check it out when I have almost 80 pages of books I'd rather read.

Elvis fans are bizarrely stupid.

No, not because some believe he's not dead (I swear I saw him on channel 48!), or because I don't like gospel music (I've never really listened.), or I'm ashamed of all people who make it big and make a presence in the area afterwards (Justin Timberlake does a couple of concerts here - whatever.).

No, what I can't fathom is Elvis Week.

I get memorials, I get a pilgrimage, a gathering.

What I don't get is why.

Not why they do it, but why they do it now.

In August.

In Memphis.

Especially this year!

He was born in January, less people die from the cold here than the heat!

And when I was about to say this to my mom, she told me that an Elvis fan had died from the heat. I'm so sorry for her and everyone who's been touched by the heat (not your yard), but come on!

Why come to Memphis in August? It doesn't make sense to Memphians.

Especially compared to the media coverage of his birthday - not much. The King would be blah blah.

That's when this thought usually occurs to me.

I don't like the cult of Elvis, period.

I love some of his songs, I may even buy a few CDs, but I won't go to Graceland. Maybe it's because I live here? I don't know.

Again, my deepest sympathies to anyone who's been hurt by the heat.

Something else Elvis related - there's not a station in town that plays his music on a regular, day-to-day basis.

There is one station that plays oldies going as far back as the early 60s, but it's out of Mississippi, and it's hard to get, even in Memphis! Sad, that there is no station that plays music from Elvis or when he was a big star. (My music list may not entirely show my love for music older than myself.)

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I saw the Simpsons movie.

It was awesome!

And the theater was pretty good - we went on a weeknight, before the matinée prices stop.

It's always emptier at that time, which is great.

The popcorn was terrible.

Back to the movie - amazing! It deserves all the accolades it is getting.

I can think of 3 instances in the movie that deserved the PG-13 rather than "irreverent humor throughout". They were things that you can't do on network TV, and I'm not telling you what.

It was far too short.

And just really funny, and even some of the recent episodes (I realize it is August and there have been no episodes since May) that I've seen are still pretty good.

I can't help it - I love the Simpsons. And when I like something, I don't have much to say about it!

I don't quite like their Burger King deal, only because I don't quite like Burger King. Their food is gross, and I've never eaten good food there. There's one commercial starring Krusty, and his Krusty Burger is more in line with what I've eaten at Burger King, if a bit tastier looking.

Wickett and his Chicken Pillow

That I made for mom and now really want back, but it's not very good as a support - it was the only pillow against the armrest, and I flopped back and went through the squishiness, banging my head on the wooden side of the armrest (side not cushioned).

Mikey kicked this pillow off the couch twice yesterday, and the second time, I didn't put it back on the couch. He eventually sat on it, on the ground.

It is so soft.

I'm sorry about the picture.

Becky's great with this camera, and she broke the old one that I knew how to use!

A great song and a great video.

Ah, the '80s. Peter Wolf is so cute.

J. Geils Band

Does she walk
Does she talk
Does she come complete
My homeroom, homeroom angel
Always pulled me from my seat

She was pure like snowflakes
No one could ever stain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause me pain

Years go by
I'm lookin' through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom angel
On the pages in-between

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the centerfold

Slipped me notes under the desk
While I was thinkin' about her dress
I was shy I turned away
Before she caught my eye

I was shakin' in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby-blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
Too see her in that negligee
Is really just too much

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Oh, yeah
Angel is the centerfold

It's okay I understand
This ain't no never-never land
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on

Take you car
Yes we will
We'll take your car and drive it
We'll take it to a motel room
And take 'em off in private

A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yeah, I guess I gotta buy it

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My Angel is the centerfold

I may not get LOGO,

but I do get Comedy Central.

So I did not get to see the Democratic candidates on LOGO, only the Daily Show's coverage, which I saw this morning at 9 because I went to bed at 10:15 last night.

And what they covered bothered me.

Only 2 candidates said they support gay marriage.

The rest were just stupid, because, like Jon said, they had to tell the gay voters they supported them while not acting like they really supported them for the other voters.


That's not right - normally, a strong position on an issue will kill any candidate's national campaign - they can't really be for or against anything.

But they can with gay marriage - only against.

Republicans can say they hate gays and get elected, and democrats can't say the opposite or even that they deserve the same rights as heterosexuals and come close to winning.

Let me go watch the Colbert Report and be glad I chose to be straight.

Following in Mississippi's footsteps,

Shelby County School Superintendent Bobby Webb shows that he is smart.

No student of his can be outside for sports before 6 or 7 pm (probably 6:30) until the heat lets up. There were announcements in the schools yesterday to that effect.

And he'll make sure transportation won't be a problem, since many try-outs and practice are normally right after school.

The worst of the day's heat hits between 2 and 6pm, when school lets out.

5 people have died from the heat already.

Superintendent Webb wasn't going to wait for any judge to tell him what to do. Good for him - coaches can't get it overturned by a higher official, I hope.

The coaches still piss me off. If their kids can't practice in 105 degree weather (110+ heat index, thanks humidity), they will lose all their games! We can't expect them to wait until it cools down!


Sorry, I've said that already.

U of M football practice starts at 5:30am, good for them.

Speaking of football practice, there was a bit in the amazing book Tangerine by Edward Bloor. Only it dealt with lightning strikes. One player was killed by lightning, and the parents demanded that practice not be held in the afternoon, when the lightning was at its worst. (This was in Florida, no rain or thunder came with the lightning, it was by itself to my memory.)

They wanted practice before school started. The coach(es? I need to read that book again) said no, after school was best, some boys can't get here early, blah blah. The parents said no, we'll set up a carpool.

Anyways, I'm glad SCS did something before a kid died.

We always joke about a "Shelby County Education" when we say or do something stupid, but right now, I'm proud to be a SCS graduate, to be associated with a leader with the brains to come in from the killer heat.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Mississippi did something smart!

Didn't last long.

A high school football player died from heatstroke during practice, and there was and probably still is a heat advisory in place for most of the state.

Along with the triple digit heat.

The day after the student's death, a judge ordered that there be no school-sponsored activities outside between the hours of 9am and 7pm.

People were pissed, because the schools affected would be at a disadvantage because their players couldn't play as much as the others, and they take care of the students and blah blah blah. I thought it was smart, everyone else I know thought it was smart, but we don't play football in Mississippi.

Or anywhere else. It is so hot, Becky's friends don't play basketball when they come over, and they've done that all summer, even when it edged towards 100.

These last few days have been too hot.

Every time I've gone outside, I get dizzy, nauseous, and soaked in sweat. And that's just walking to the mailbox. I'm not in perfect shape, but I rode my bike all summer - one time, a temperature display said it was 100, and it was not that bad.

Let's go back south, shall we?

A higher court overturned the judge's ruling.

And the coaches who were pissed off are saying that their position is "common sense", not the judge's. He doesn't have the authority.

His team practiced at 6:30am on Friday, but they're back to normal now.

What is wrong with practicing early in the morning and late in the evening?

I can't think of a single reason!

And someone I know died of heatstroke 2 years ago. He was at boot camp in Missouri.

These coaches have been in the sun too long.

Irony on B1

There's a sidebar article about the heat.

It's not a pointless heat article, we really are breaking records. The expected high today is 104 - plus humidity.

The triple digits started Friday and are expected to stop Thursday, however, the humidity is here to stay, which pushes the heat index above 100, so it will feel just as bad.

One thing I haven't understood about this heat is the low temperature of the day. It was 66 degrees this morning right around sunrise.

I thought that much difference between temperatures in one day would lead to rain, but it hasn't.

When it started, it wouldn't go below 80 all night.

The irony comes in the description of today.

Not the temperature, but what today is.

It's the first day of school for Shelby County and Memphis.

The sentence says that it will be 104 today, "as schools reopen for the fall."

Mike Huckabee is an idiot.

“A Republican in my state feels about as out of place as Michael Vick at the Westminster dog show."

This was said in Ames, Iowa for the Iowa Republican Party's straw poll. He started his speech with this "joke".

It's in horrible taste, of course.

But something else bugs me.

He's the former governor of Arkansas.


I was never aware of the fact that my neighbor to the west is a liberal haven.

Mitt Romney saying that would make sense - he's from Massachusetts! It would still have been in horrible taste, but it would have been logical.

So, Mike Huckabee doesn't even know his own state.

Found the quote in the newspaper, and the expanded article here.

The Weekly World News staff was killed by batboy.

That's the only logical reason for it to fold.

Not what the so-called serious media claims. (Circulation dropping.)

I hope the website stays up.

I've only read a couple issues, and I loved them!

One was in 7th grade, in first period, my friend had one and we passed it back and forth most of the class.

I've managed to buy one myself.

I still have it under the bed.

I know it's considered the most reliable news source out there, but I swear there is a disclaimer in the magazine that says it is satirical and not real.

Doesn't make its passing less sad.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

My biggest, best birthday present.

A laptop!

I got it Wednesday and tried it out Thursday.

Wednesday, I had to go out with Mom and Beck. We were going to craft stores to look for dorm stuff.

We went to the strip mall that contains Circuit City and a craft store.

Becky begged me to go into Circuit City with her, or she wouldn't stop singing.

Mom went into the craft store.

When we got in, Becky told me that we were there to look at laptops, because she and mom were going to go 50/50 on one for a Christmas present, and they wanted me to pick one out.

We looked at them, they looked like laptops, and then we got a salesman to help us, since we're really no good with computers.

He was a good salesman - he didn't tell me I'd fail all my classes if I didn't get the most expensive one there.

We picked a six hundred dollar one, and this is when the surprise kicked in.

I naturally almost ruined it.

Becky told me to go tell Mom we found the computer. I interpreted that as bring Mom over here.

No, I wasn't supposed to.

Then Mom and I went over to Office Depot (or Max) to look for a smaller computer desk, and other school things. Mom told me Becky was in Circuit City, driving everyone crazy by looking for CDs nobody else had ever heard of. That is very plausible and happens a lot. Last time I had a big surprise, it was a post-graduation party. They weren't ready after graduation ended, so Mom and I went to my favorite antique store and I got many, many MAD magazines. (They no longer have so many MADs, probably because of me.) Why? Mom was pissed at Becky because she didn't know where Covington Pike was and since she was the navigator for 2 cars of out-of-town family, they got very lost. Again, plausible.

Back to this week.

So we drove to the office store. (It is so damn hot - triple digits all week, no end in sight.)

Mom didn't lock the door, because Becky was going to put the laptop in my seat and join us in the store.

I locked the door.

So she had to beg for the keys. She put the box in a cart in the store and yelled across the store.

I suspected I may get a laptop, but I didn't know Becky would pay for the whole thing!

Got to love her.

Thank you, Becky!

For my birthday, another favorite song and video.

No lyrics this time.

He was so cute, and this video is so wonderful.

Wickett and his Chair

He went under there butt first.

I saw a shadow without the flash of a camera.

I love this dog.

My birthday is today, I'm 19!

Thursday, August 09, 2007

The new hate crime bill is bad for God.

At least for Memphis pastors.

If it passes, they can't preach against homosexuality, the worst sin there was and ever will be.

The first time I saw this in the Commercial Appeal, one pastor said that homosexuals shouldn't get special rights, and this gives them that. Homosexuals shouldn't have the right to adopt, get married, or not get killed or attacked for their sexuality.

I call bullshit.

Race and religion based attacks fall under hate crime, yet bigots can still freely speak.

I mean, duh.

And, come to find out, it's in the writing of the bill that sermons about homosexuality are protected as free speech.

So where's the problem?

I love this song.

And this video is pretty awesome, too.

Karma Chameleon
Culture Club

Desert loving in your eyes all the way.
If I listen to your lies would you say
I'm a man without conviction,
I'm a man who doesn't know
how to sell a contradiction.
You come and go, you come and go.

Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.

Don't hear your wicked words every day
and you used to be so sweet, I heard you say
that my love was an addiction.
When we cling our love is strong.
When you go you're gone forever.
You string along, you string along.

Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.

Every day is like survival,
you're my lover, not my rival.
Every day is like survival,
you're my lover, not my rival.

I'm a man without conviction,
I'm a man who doesn't know
how to sell a contradiction.
You come and go, you come and go.

Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.

Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.

Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
you come and go, you come and go.
Loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream,
red gold and green, red gold and green.


The Memphis Area Transit Authority is messed up.

They control the trolleys and buses in the area, and the buses are supposedly pretty regular and stick to their schedule, and there are 3 stops around the U of M campus.

And the website features a trip planner - telling you which buses to take to get from here to there. That's awesome. There is a stop about 5 miles from my home (closest one) and there are definitely stops by my doctors' offices.

However, they offer no monthly or yearly or any kind of passes based on time, not rides. The best is a 21 ride pass that costs $28! And an adult fare is $1.50!

That's it, it bugs me, and as of right now, I have no way to change that. I need to use the bus to get to the doctor, and I like riding in a bus.

I loved the bus system in Vancouver, Washington. I only paid $18 for a monthly pass, because of my age. But for adults, they're only $44. The adult fare per ride is $1.25, not better than Memphis, but there are passes.

I really have no way to wrap this up. MATA is hurting itself by not selling monthly passes, that's all there is to it.

Monday, August 06, 2007

My favorite Madonna song

Okay, the only one I really like.

I can easily see myself doing homework while listening to this song. Over and over and over again, until I'm done. Thank god for headphones!

I do it every time I have long homework to do (a paper). The bouncier, faster the pop song, the more energized and creative I feel. I wrote my 9 page paper in 11th grade to Beatles songs and Prince's 1984 album ruined my bedrest.

As for the video - this is my favorite Madonna look. I have no idea how long it lasted, and don't really care. I listened to Like a Virgin for a few seconds, and realized that it's also her voice in this song.

As for the meaning...

I like the song... I don't care.

Like A Prayer

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream
Let the choir sing

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Something confusing about the RSOs at school.

RSOs are registered student organizations and there are many of them. There will be a RSO fair early on in the year, which reminds me of club day at high school, only it will probably be cooler.

One of our sessions at frosh camp was about RSOs and getting involved on campus in general.

Showing my new boldness, I didn't volunteer to speak about one subject until the other guy looked a bit confused. So I jumped in. The ones I had to speak about were the minority organizations - 3 in particular, the African-American one, the Hispanic one, and Stonewall, the gay and lesbian group, which is relatively new. (Nobody knew the reason behind the name.)

I was surprised and pleased that we had a gay student organization.

But that's not the confusing part...

The religious organizations confused me and still does, but thinking about it now, it makes some sense.

Lumped with the religious groups? The atheist organization. (Again, truly surprised and pleased to see one exists here.)

When I asked why, nobody had a good answer.

Atheism is not a religion, it is the absence of one, there is no belief system, no uniform anything, besides the whole no god or gods thing.

But it's a religious affiliation (it was on the two surveys I did my senior year - not many atheists, of course), so it goes with the religious clubs.

I think it just shows ignorance of what atheism is.

Big surprise.

But hey, it's here! And I'll be there.