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Friday, October 31, 2003  


It's good. It's sweet.

All of the fires are somewhat contained. Part of Arrowhead--the town next to it, actually--did burn down a few days ago, but most of it is intact, and it looks like it won't be spreading much further. As I understand it Big Bear is still somewhat at risk, but my hopes grow higher as the rain falls here and snow falls in the mountains.

Twenty dead.

Twenty-eight hundred homes destroyed.

Three-quarters of a million acres scorched.

A ring of fire--or a crescent, really--that reached into Mexico in the south and up into Ventura County as its northern tip.

They say it's a two billion dollar hit for the state, but I'm sure that's only some of the price tag. There will be indirect costs, too--loss of tourism in the mountain towns, crazy effects on the second-home real estate market, and the like.

So far, three of the fires are confirmed as cases of arson, and many more are suspected of being such. Only two (to my knowledge) can be confirmed as accidental: the one in San Diego County that a hunter started when he got lost and tried to signal, and the one that started with a Camp Pendleton live fire drill.

It's worth noting that three local radio stations, along with a TV station, held a fundraiser for the Red Cross's "Southern California Wildfire Relief Fund" and pulled $750,000 together in three days. Not a bad statement about our species, all told.

I'm glad to be alive. Glad to have a home. Glad to have my husband. Just damned glad for all my blessings.


10/31/2003 10:46:00 PM



We live in a remote sort of suburb where it's half-wild and there are no sidewalks. I'm not sure we've ever had a trick or treater at this house. One might have come one year; I'm not sure.

I had high hopes for this year, and I bought candy, like I always do. But no dice.

And to add insult to injury I made a small wager with my husband that we would get a little "business" this year. Nada. So now I owe him lunch. I tell him it isn't fair--that at the time we made the bet I didn't know it would rain tonight. So it doesn't count. But he is ruthless, and insists I still owe him lunch at a local coffee shop.

Next year.

Does it count if the kids are here because some crazy woman is holding their parents with a Glock, and threatening them with orphanhood if they don't go down the street for some treats?

Just askin'.

10/31/2003 10:41:00 PM

Thursday, October 30, 2003  


I woke up this morning and the world had a fresh-scrubbed look to it. As if it had almost-rained in the night--misted, perhaps. The air was clean, and very clear in my part of L.A. There were blue skies, and fluffy clouds, and it gave me a sense of hope, though I knew that wasn't what things looked like to the north, east, or south.

It's cold, now, too. And a good thing, too.

It looks like the teensy little pioneer era/gold-mining town of Julian (in San Diego County) is going to survive. But one firefighter lost his life in the fight.

And the towns of Big Bear and Arrowhead, both in the same area an hour east of here (San Bernardino), are still hanging in the balance. The weather has started to cooperate, but there's just too much fuel: a lot of the trees--100-foot pines, mostly--are dead from an infestation of sap beetles, itself a symptom of the drought-like conditions in the past few years.

We'll probably know more in the morning. It is supposed to snow up there tonight, which I'm sure will help.

Death toll around 20. Over 2000 homes lost. And the fires still burn. More than half a million acres so far--more than the acreage of Rhode Island.

I'm sick to death, but glad the firefighters are so good at their jobs. I'll be baking extra cookies this Christmas for the 2-3 stations closest to my house: we don't give these guys enough appreciation in between fire seasons, I've decided.

The Ventura/Simi/Chatsworth fires--basically all the ones north of L.A. appear to be partially contained, and possibly winding down. That would be nice.

Hug your kids. Heck--hug your house, if it's still there.

But all things must pass.

10/30/2003 11:41:00 PM

Tuesday, October 28, 2003  


Did I always know this, deep down? It explains a lot.

What Irrational Number Are You?
You are π

Of all the irrational numbers, you are the most famous. You have many friends and fans. Like many people, non-Euclidean geometry makes you feel uncomfortable. You are involved in so many things that it seems like it would take two of you to make ends meet.

You are particularly close to the rational number 22/7. However, you and e have been called "remarkable."

Your lucky number is approximately 3.14159265

Shiny Lemur
Straif's Blog

Via Margi Lowry. Extra points to those who can identify the dangling participle above, and re-work the sentence so it is grammatically correct.

10/28/2003 07:03:00 PM

Monday, October 27, 2003  


Da Goddess has more on the San Diego fires. Those are the worst, though as I understand it the "Old" fire out by Lake Arrowhead hasn't even started flexing its muscles, and the Chatsworth fire is still going strong.

What a horrible time. So far there are over 1000 structures lost, and they are still counting. Death toll also in flux.

Pray for those whose homes were lost. Pray that the winds die down. Pray for some damp night air in So Cal tonight.

10/27/2003 10:48:00 PM



The fires rage on, and everyone says they are the worst fires we've had "in over a decade." When they say that they are thinking of the Oakland fires in 1991--which spread quickly and destroyed thousands of homes. And so far SoCal has "only" lost 550 houses or so.

But in a lot of ways these fires are worse than the Oakland fires, because there are so many of them, spread over four counties. The sheer amount of acreage is staggering, and we've only started to see what these fires (eight of 'em right now, at last count) can do.

A former colleague of my husband's lost his home in the Simi Valley area. He got the word Sunday night, and bundled his two teenaged daughters and 80-year-old mother into the car. They moved into a motel while the flames gobbled up their home and destroyed the avocado orchard nearby. He didn't have time even to take his laptop, so all his writing has been destroyed.

He's now taking his daughters shopping at Goodwill to get things to wear.

Multiply that by 500-something, and that's what's happening.

Simi scares me less than all the acreage near Arrowhead and Big Bear: it's nothing but timber there, very dense forest in places. Perfect fuel. Simi at least has all those rocks breaking up the meadowlands.

San Diego is the worst right now, and that's a pretty awful mix: grass meadows and woods.

Of course, when a fire gets hungry enough, it'll eat just about anything.

Ironically, we live in one of the highest-risk towns in Southern California, and we aren't threatened this time. Even our air quality isn't that bad, since we're right between two valleys and the air flow is good . . . because of the winds. The same winds that are spreading the fires. The crazy Santa Anas.

For some reason the air appears to be worst in the beach towns (aside, of course, from the directly affected areas). I hear it's hard to breathe on the West Side, and people who aren't normally allergic are getting congested.

There are two Southern Californias today: the normal one, which pretends to get on with business as usual, and is thankful that the worst thing going is a grocery strike. And the one that is on fire, relocating into motels and various staging areas.

It's utterly surreal. Keep San Diego, Los Angeles, Ventura, and San Bernardino counties in your prayers tonight.

10/27/2003 04:23:00 PM



As I write Southern California has maybe nine fires raging; I can't even keep track of them all. The closest one today--well, at the last point that I had the nerve to tune in to the news--is at Chatsworth. Not too close to us, but close to people I know.

I guess in the morning I should call my San Fernanco Valley friends to make sure they are all right. I'm sure they are: they are very level-headed, and would have evacuated early on if it were necessary. This is all so unreal to me. Until I step outside and smell the smoke.

It's a disaster. It's the worst fire year ever, I think. They are having trouble landing planes in the big airports in LA, Orange, and San Diego counties.

I don't even know what to do. I guess I should probably do the old "photo round up," so we can be ready to leave the house if one starts locally--or if the valley one spreads out here.

I hate fires. Whether they are in the wild or in residential neighborhoods, they make me want to cry.

And the wind kicks up in the night, which feels lovely against my hot skin--until I remember again that it's the worst thing that can happen when fires are raging out of control.

I can't wait till the heat wave is over. I wish it would rain.

10/27/2003 03:50:00 AM

Sunday, October 26, 2003  


I have a proposal to submit this week, and I'm quaking in my boots. (Okay. I'm quaking in my flip-flops. But that didn't sound right.)

I had a big meeting with a potential client this past week for a long-term project that will probably comprise 50% or more of my business this coming year. I'm supposed to come up with a monthly fee for this service, but I'm not positive how long it will take me. The company is supposed to get a time estimate from the person who did this previously, but I have a few things I can do to come up with a rough guideline.

All I can do is work hard on the proposal. I'll probably wait until this coming Wednesday--the one-week mark--for them to get me the time estimate, and then simply use the figures I have available. By that time I'll be working at the design magazine office, which might calm me down and help me to get some perspective on the matter. But the design magazine--my current "anchor client"--is next to the post office, so I'll just send the proposal off from there that day. With a prayer.

The fear, of course, is that I'll fall of The Great Balance Beam of Life on one side or another: that I'll lowball, and find myself miserable this coming year, or that I'll go too high, and not get the gig. (I will add some sort of language about how "flexible" I am, so they will know they can negotiate if necessary. And I'll build a slight buffer into what I give them. But not too much.)

All I can do is the footwork: I need to stay out of the results.

Maybe I'll also send off some "marketing packages" to other businesses (these normally consist of a business card and a chirpy letter about how wonderful I am). That could help me to keep my feet on the ground this week. Maybe.

Wish me luck.

10/26/2003 02:45:00 PM

Saturday, October 25, 2003  


I'm content with this.

You are Proverbs
You are Proverbs.

Which book of the Bible are you?
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Via Kelley Blight.

10/25/2003 12:37:00 AM

Tuesday, October 21, 2003  


They don't know me very well, do they?

You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.

"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."

Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
Her sign is the twilight sun.

As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.

Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Via David Strain.

10/21/2003 02:52:00 AM



Frank J shows us the softer, more vulnerable side of Michael Moore.

And it's heeelarious!

10/21/2003 01:36:00 AM



Several weeks ago I was thinking of blogging about the bitter cold, and how awful it was (I took a sweater with me a couple of times when I went out, and I put another blanket on the bed). I was afraid, however, of my readers coming after me with pitchforks. Because the temperature was around 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Brrrr. It was chilly, but I wasn't sure people would be able to relate.

Now, however, we're back to good old SoCal heat. It's been in the 90s in L.A., and beyond 100 in a few of the valleys. It's not quite as bad as it gets during the dog days of summer, but pretty damned warm for this time of year.

Weird, weird: the light is like it is every October, but there's no chill in the air at all. Not even by SoCal standards.

I wonder when the rains will come.

10/21/2003 12:47:00 AM



Apparently, Jesse Jackson dropped by SoCal today to attend a rally at one of our Ralph's supermarkets. He called upon Schwarzenegger to somehow "help out" during this impasse. I listened to the sound bite on my car radio: the only intelligible word in his speech is "terminator." I wonder how this man ever became a household word without learning to speak. I mean, if nothing else, the fact that there is a National Public Radio show entitled "what did Jesse say?" should have sent him to a dialect coach. And Lord knows he can afford one.

It turns out Arnold is trying to put a staff together so he can save the most populous state in the nation from fiscal doom, and thereby pull the country out of its economic doldrums. He doesn't have the free time, of, say, a racialist gadfly with a speech impediment.

Meanwhile, I grow ever-more-skeptical of the management postion in the grocery strike, since they simply won't send spokespeople out to articulate their position--even for business-friendly shows like the Al Rantel show (he's our best local right-wing radio commentator).

And the novelty of Being Supportive of the Workers has definitely worn off, since we don't have a lot of local grocery stores that carry a large supply of general merchandise. But I won't break down, and I won't forget that my erstwhile best buddy, Ralph's, was part of a cartel that figured a 30-day strike would be a "good investment" to get a set of concessions from its workers.

As far as I'm concerned, anything that doesn't kill me makes me better at finding things with which to stock my shelves.

10/21/2003 12:33:00 AM



Glenn Reynolds--who still hasn't blogrolled me, nor sent any amazondollars my way--has a nice little case against the notion that Bush was creating a supposed "imminent threat" to justify our invasion of Iraq.

10/21/2003 12:19:00 AM

Sunday, October 19, 2003  


Well, Little Mr Mahatma is at it again, blogging in opposition to me--which is tremendously flattering. Always has been. (Note to self: blogroll Mahatma in a place of honor, along with the LiveJournal of our Bay Area friend, if he's still at it.) Of course, it all has to do with my poking fun at him for calling me a "sellout," but placing a PayPal button on his site. I saw my remark as the equivalent of throwing a pillow in his direction at a party. Nothing too serious in it. I hope he realized this, just as I realized it was a cheap shot at the moment I took it.

And I know that for Mahatma, the act of writing is complete in itself; there is no need to be read. It's an admirable attitude, but one I can't quite share. I'm too much of an exhibitionist. And--truth be told--I'm pretty neutral about the issue of "blegging." I would hit people's tip jars if I had more dough, but I don't, so I don't. I'd love it if people tipped me more, but there are really only 2-3 people in the Blogosphere who appear to really make money off this pastime. That's fine.

Mahatma clarifies: he says my blog isn't that much fun any more, since there are too many links, too many allusions to who has linked me. In short, too many "in jokes" within the blogging community. Well, okay. I can see that. But I'm not sure anyone in my real-life social circle should go too far down that road: "oh. Too many in jokes. Outsiders don't understand what you're driving at." (We are, when you get us together, frankly awful in that regard. Every last one of us.)

For what it's worth, I think I write more "linkless" essays than many out there. And often I provide a link to something with my own take on it--so at least there is some original content. I myself don't happen to enjoy blog entries that are simply grab-bags of links, with no commentary from the blogger. So I'll watch these linkfests.

* * * * *

As far as Things Political are concerned, I'll pass just now, and get back to it later. FWIW, I may have a conservative streak, but I don't particularly mind if they take "under God" out of the Pledge of Allegiance. Mostly because of the history: As I understand it, this phrase was added during the Cold War, as a sort of mini-McCarthyism. For decades before the Pledge had no religious component. Never needed it.

OTOH, the Supremes convene their sessions with a prayer asking God's blessing on what they do. So I'm not sure how likely it is that the offending phrase will be removed.

As far as I'm concerned, a happy athiest is one who can peacefully co-exist with the world's great religions (all of which, BTW, worship God, not Satan)--just as a happy Jew is one who can put up with Christmas trees in his/her friends' homes. It's all about being happy. No?

10/19/2003 02:37:00 PM

Wednesday, October 15, 2003  


I've been back in town for several days, and I still don't feel like life is quite "back to normal" yet.

Of course, one factor is the supermarket strike, which I believe is only local (that is, limited to LA/SoCal--can someone spot me on this?). I was led to believe that only one of the Big Three Chains was actually going to be targeted, but there are picket lines in front of all three, and I'm just not inclined to cross these--both as a matter of convenience and because of what I've learned about the case: it really does appear that Kroger's/Ralph's, Vons/Safeway and Albertson's are asking their employees to give up benefits at a really bad time, when their profits are terribly high. OTOH, the local media are only giving the union side of the dispute; they never elaborate on the management point of view. So I could be a victim of media bias, and it wouldn't be the first time. All I've heard so far though is that the supermarkets are under pressure because of feared/actual competition from the "Super Wal-Marts," which feature food as well as cheap appliances and whatnot. I think I know the location of one--count them, one--Wal-Mart in Southern California, so I feel a little skeptical about this as a Mortal Threat.

I promise to do more homework on this; e-mail me if you know more.

In the meantime I'm finding more and more places to get food and other supplies. One surprise has been that the "Jons" chain (several tiny grocery stores with a large selection of ethnic items) has some great deals on paper goods and cleaning supplies. Who knew?

It also turns out that the local Alta-Dena store, which operates as a drive-through (for those people who only need a quart of milk on the way home) is open after 9:00. But they don't take debit cards, so I'll have to remember to take my checkbook (or cash) with me in the future.

Of course, if you live in the West you know that Trader Joe's is the world's best food boutique, and in the past few years the chain has added produce to its offerings--making it closer to one-stop shopping than it ever used to be.

I usually get cleaning supplies and beverages at Smart & Final, the restaurant-supply/discount chain. Or, if I have more time (and some freezer space), at Costco. I'm hoping one of those places has jug vinegar, since I need to "de-calcify" my coffeemaker (and those belonging to a few cleaning clients).

I also suspect that Whole Foods Market, Wild Oats, and all the little local groceries are doing land-office business right now.

And as a matter of fact, I should probably get going. The only thing worse than trying to get food and supplies these days is trying to get food and supplies in the evening, when the nine-to-five crowd will also be trying to do it.

Stay safe. Hug your kids. Count your blessings. Bake some muffins. Be happy.

10/15/2003 01:31:00 PM

Monday, October 13, 2003  


Kelley's latest edition of the Cul de Sac is up, so my general lack of brilliance these days is less of a crime than it might seem: Just head on over to Suburban Blight, where you will definitely find something that floats your boat--no matter what that might happen to be.

10/13/2003 01:53:00 AM

Saturday, October 11, 2003  


I guess I'm a bit of a bad girl:

Click on the icon to find out just what kind of evil you are.

Tip of the hat to Kelley, who's just the right kind (and amount) of evil. (It's like Goldilocks said: "This one's too evil, and that other one isn't evil enough. Suburban Blight is just right.")

10/11/2003 12:07:00 AM

Friday, October 10, 2003  


I'm back home after
1) an all-nighter Monday night to meet my deadline for Ye Olde Proofreading Project;
2) a quick rush down to the polls to punch the card for Arnold (yes, I did check for hanging chad; in fact, there was one there, and I cleaned it up before submitting my card to the poll workers);
3) a departure with my husband that was only 22 minutes behind what I'd promised him I could do;
4) a four-day mini-vacation with my spouse in a little goldmining town in California that now makes its living off tourism and apples. We stayed at a B&B that doesn't have radios or televisions, so we only got word that Arnold had won, and saw something about a transition team in a headline on today's local paper as we walked along the nineteenth-century-style boardwalk by the "Old West"-flavored shops.

And, yes--we heard Limbaugh's announcement today. Very sad.

Needless to say, I need to read up on the scuttlebutt surrounding Arnold's victory. I do know it was one of the larger turnouts in recent history, so it's clear that passions ran very high.

I'll be checking in later--either late tonight or early tomorrow. You all be good, now.

10/10/2003 03:14:00 PM

Tuesday, October 07, 2003  


If all goes well, you won't hear from me until the weekend. I'll be cranking all night to finish my project. In the morning I go out to vote for Arnold and send this cookbook manuscript out of my life--like a college paper finished up on the night before it's due. Then I'll be off to the mountains of San Diego County with my charming spouse to play tourist, and maybe go on a hike or two. And just luxuriate in the crisp fall air.

And maybe catch some sleep. Sleep doesn't sound too bad right now. Apple pie, a little roll in the hay, and peaceful slumber. Rat own.

10/07/2003 12:42:00 AM

Monday, October 06, 2003  


More and more frequently these days, I pop over to SiteMeter to check my referral logs, and see my own site--or rather, a Blogger page--contained therein. And this means that, once more, SiteMeter has changed my settings so that my own visits to my blog are counting as hits. This throws my numbers off by a couple of visits, but more importantly--it pisses me off. I don't ask much of SiteMeter, but I would like it to keep track of the fact that I don't want my own visits to my blog counted in its pathetic little tally.

Any thoughts on solving the problem for good? Preferably one that doesn't involve kidnapping, torturing and killing my little friends at SiteMeter, since I decided a long time ago that prison orange simply wasn't my color.

Of course . . . they'd have to catch me first.

Bad Attila Girl. Still a homicidal maniac. Gotta go.

10/06/2003 02:54:00 AM

Saturday, October 04, 2003  


In this week's New Weblog Showcase (hosted by N.Z. Bear), I'll take the new blog on teaching math, a subject near to my heart because:

1) It never happened to me. (That is, the learning of math--or, of course, getting to teach it for that matter. Of course, with all the illiterate English teachers out there I don't see any reason I shouldn't have a go.) I don't think I ever quite got taught, though a few people tried. After I attained what passed for adulthood, I got to know a few mathematicians--most of whom claimed that math simply isn't taught properly, as a joyful, theoretical bit of fun. There is a sense out there among the theoretical types that tying it down to useful projects (such as physics and most engineering) dilutes the pure pleasure it can bring.

2) My mother was a math teacher before she retired and settled down to her important hobbies (such as moving a lot, un-training small dogs and buying me large amounts of excellent chocolate).

Our various shrinks over the years have seen this whole thing as Very Significant: the schoolteacher's daughter doesn't want to go to school, and the Computational Whiz Lady's offspring doesn't care for numbers. But it seems to me that I've been an insomniac sensualist from birth, and night owls will always cut classes to sleep and drink coffee. It's what they do. And when my mom tried to teach me numbers I used to simply look at the numerals, and maybe imagine them sort of dancing--9s and 7s intrigued me especially. I liked looking at 8s because they seemed architecturally stable, like the letter A. The letter 5 seemed sort of dashing, perhaps because I liked the way my mother wrote it. But memorizing multiplication tables?-----oh, no. I could memorize Shakespearean soliliquies, but had no patience for dry little bits of computational data.

This has held me back; I had so wanted to either be an astrophysicist or maybe have a balanced checkbook someday. Oh, well.

Anyway, do check out the blog; I'll be reading it.

10/04/2003 11:25:00 PM



Frank J of IMAO has a set of guidelines for protecting classified information that every responsible citizen needs to read. And the irresponsible ones, too: better safe than sorry.

For instance:
" . . . Even though it is kinda funny, don't hand out "I'm with covert agent" T-shirts to spouses of covert agents. . . .
. . . Use advanced methods to destroy classified documents. It doesn’t matter how much you crumple a piece of paper; there is technology to de-crumple it . . . ."


10/04/2003 10:10:00 PM



Go read Blackfive's post on racism from a white guy's perspective. At least, that's what he calls it--"racism." I'm not sure I see it quite like that: I think there is "profiling" that goes on, but it ain't all racist. Larry Elder likes to tell the story of a day he was a bit younger (20s? Maybe 30?) and dressed down (jeans and a leather jacket). He parked his car in a public structure and rode down the elevator with an elderly black woman who appeared to be trying to melt into the elevator walls--she was obviously scared shitless of him. He turned to her and said, "don't worry. I almost always follow the terms of my parole."

So he got her to laugh, and it was his way of saying not to worry, he wasn't going to prey on her.

As for me, I don't care what color you are if I meet you at a party. If I see you on the street, however, you don't get points for being a black man. Heck--you don't get points for being a man, period. You're not considered "safe" as a female (of any damn color) unless you're carrying at least a bag of groceries--and preferably a baby. (The third time I was mugged, it was by a woman [race unclear, but nonblack]. Actually, that was an attempted mugging: I did manage to get away from her.)

Most black crime is actually perpetrated against black victims. So that--and the phenomenon described in Blackfive's post--are two ways the black criminal element messes things up for the vast majority of the African-American population (I don't like that term either, but I got tired of "black," and can't bring myself to use "negro," as it seems to hearken back to such an unenlightened time).

And what was it Jesse Jackson said?--something to the effect that if it's late at night and he sees a black guy, he crosses the street.

No easy way out, my friends. Just time, success, and healing our society by focusing on things other than race. (Except me, 'cause I like to post about it.)

10/04/2003 12:46:00 AM



Thanks to e-claire, who is helping to popularize Jeff Cooper's term for gun-grabbers (and their unthinking allies among the general population): hoplophobes. I used to copy-edit Cooper's articles--during my days working for an outdoor magazine in the 90s--and I always thought his way of putting it was the most elegant.

Oh, and Claire--thanks for all the linky love. I'd suggest that you put me among the California blogs on the ol' blogroll, but I seem to have such premium placement on your site right now that I'm loathe to suggest it!

"Be safe," as my very favorite gun writer used to end his columns, "and shoot straight."

10/04/2003 12:14:00 AM

Friday, October 03, 2003  


Blogging will be light for the next 48 hours--and possibly for the next week--because I'm up against a hard deadline for the cookbook I'm "proofreading" (actually copyediting, since the copyeditor was apparently on some fine drugs when she went over this mess--or, perhaps, she lost interest halfway through).

And then, starting Tuesday morning, I'll be out of town through Friday 10/10 with the spouse. We'll be taking a much-needed vacation from the housing refinance, the adoption process, financial speedbumps, and ill-written cookbooks.

However, I shall have some bloggy goodness for you when I get back (and--if all goes well, Arnold [the least awful of the available candidates] is governor-elect of my fair state).

Now you all be good--and look both ways before crossing the street.

10/03/2003 12:15:00 AM



I did, in fact, attempt to delete the post below when I discovered that the graphics were not displaying properly and there was some sort of problem with the html in the results for the lame-o quiz I took.

However, Blogger has overruled me and decided the broken link and dysfunctional image should remain on my blog for all to see.

Apparently, Blogger felt that by leaving a nonsensical and rather ugly post on display we could communicate universal truths by means of specifics, and show "found art" in an electronic medium. The courage, the raw electronic muscularity of it appealed to Blogger--which felt it could really cause some introspection on the part of my readers.

Needless to say, Blogger and I are experiencing what are often called "creative differences."

I want to kill it.

UPDATE: Playful as ever, Blogger has decided to finally obey my instructions to delete the post with the non-working graphics and apparently feels this will appease me in some way. But my hatred has moved beyond any rational bounds, and will not be quenched until I can inflict a horrible death upon Blogger--one that involves much suffering.

I feel this way about a computer application . . . this will not impress my local mental-health professionals, I feel sure.

10/03/2003 12:03:00 AM

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