The Only Way to Make My PC Go Faster is to Throw it Out the Window.

I don’t know exactly how I function in this generation considering how computer illiterate I am. Don’t get me wrong, I know how to down load, attach, email, spreadsheet, and office with the best of them, but when it comes to the functioning aspects of a computer, I am the Chrissie Snow of the technical world: I just hope that I can get techies to help me using my “jiggle humor”. Recently, our computer at home had been on strike. I do not know what I did to offend it, but it was no longer working. However, it was sadistic enough to turn on and taunt me into thinking it had been a fluke each time it had crashed before. But then nothing. It would freeze then crash. I am surprised it didn’t turn its own speakers on and give it to me with sound effects. I can hear it now, ghastly screams of children being tortured mixed with car crashing noises. I was convinced: our home PC was the devil and it must be destroyed. As my friend Meegan has said, (and I so often steal) “if it worked, it wouldn’t be a computer.” No home PC, no internet. No internet, no blogging. I cannot be blogging at work and expect to retain employment. Especially with my political views. My feelings about the current administration are defiantly at odds with most of upper management.

So I told my hairier half about the issue. It took a few weeks of pleading to get him to really look at the computer (he has become immune to the afore-mentioned “jiggle humor” and sometimes takes a while to do what I ask of him). He is much more technical than me, so it took a whopping 30 seconds out of his day to fix the damn thing. He “defragged” it. Or what ever the hell that is. I really don’t care. Nor do I feel the need to know. To me, computers, machinery, large pieces of steel are not beautiful. I love food, art and books. I simply do not have the drive to learn more than I absolutely have to about technology. I know, I am living with my head in the sand. But realize this: in the coming generation, there will be less and less of us with degrees in art history and English. There will be less of us to pass on the beauty and culture we have as humans. We will all be plugged into these damn boxes typing for 18 hours a day, no longer creating or living, just existing. (and before you ask, YES, I did catch part of the Matrix on TV this morning).

Why do so few of us know anything about what is going on in the world? Why do so few of us do anything about what we see that is wrong, (and you are DAMN right; I AM talking about the current president and his collection of lackeys). I’ll tell you why. We have been brain washed by lack luster coverage by the “liberal” media, video games, Hollywood, the Faux-Fox News, and all the other crap that has been crammed down our throats while we are being distracted from activities like reading, discussing, voting and thinking for ourselves. I am just as to blame. Most of what I do is listen to Air America, and rant to the nothingness of the internet. At least I vote.

So, if I am falling behind, or find that my skills are a bit rusty the next time I enter the job market, so be it. I still think that I a more complete and fulfilling life than the loser in the next cube who couldn’t tell you if Bernini was a composer or a painter, or last year’s Secretary of Defense.

So there.

Corn Dogs and Taffy!!!!!

Events for the coming weekend:

Tonight: pick the dog up from the vet and fork over a week’s pay (not joking about the cost. I would tell you how much, but then you would feel so badly that I make so little that you would send me donations, and I am not here to solicit your money).

Saturday morning: run on the treadmill then get all the unwanted hair ripped from my body. No one said making yourself pretty is a pleasant experience.

Saturday night: Puyallup Fair with hubby and dad. It is the Washington state fair, and an eating good time! I have to be careful; I do not want to put on all that weight again! But I do love a Krusty Pup. Mmmm!

Sunday: recover from the eating good time the night before by another trip to the treadmill, then football all day. I just love the fall!

What about everyone else?

***special note to Jack: you get the prize for being the first one to notice I am here again. How you doing? What is going on? I guess I could just read your blog, huh? I am so happy to be writing again.

Let me know when we need to throw our names in for the Democrat Presidential Primary. Who could resist the Green-Beer ticket????

Hello? Is this thing on????

Well, dear reader (I am convinced that there is only one of you) after many months of not writing, I am back. Where have I been? Let’s just say that the last 8 months have sucked unprecedented amounts of ass. There has been on heartbreak after another, and most of my life has been a trial. Do you have those days where you just think that god is fucking with you? Well, imagine it every day for weeks on end. I don’t want to get into the details; I would like to get passed them.

So, I am back. Did we all vote in the primaries? Here in Washington, you had to pick a party for the primary (but not in the actual elections this coming November). I see why we have to do this, yet I don’t know if I agree with it. I will have to wait and see. Hopefully, we will have a new majority leader in Congress in less than 2 months (Madam Clinton, you have the floor!). I think it is an attainable position of power for Hillary. I think it holds more sway than the presidency. It would give her enough leverage to bitch slap down some of the dumber things W has been able to get by with in the last few years. Maybe, just maybe someone will be able to hold him and all his little minions accountable. Someday.

Like a good little liberal, I go to bed every night and pray to the forces that drive the universe “Dear God, please send us someone elect-able with a spouse who keeps their trap shut. And please, God, PLEASE, don’t let us fuck this one up too!”

Well, back to the grindstone. My work phone is ringing, and this is an important call. . .
Talk to you all soon!

Kathi with and “I”, Dr. & Mrs. T, please skip this post.

I mean really. Stop reading right now.

You will not like it.

You have been warned.

Ok, to the rest of you, my wax girl has won the battle. I did the whole enchilada.

That is right: the Brazilian.

Now, my up-brining should keep me from sharing this with you. But my philanthropical nature tells me to share my experience with you.

Yes, it hurt like hell, but not as badly as I thought. And it was worth it. I love it. I won’t get into the details of why, but it has nothing to do with why members of the other sex would love it. It is AWESOME!!!!!!!

If you have the inkling, or have been leaning in that direction and were not sure whether to take plunge, I am here to tell you to do it. I am sorry I waited so long.

I am sorry if that was a bit much, but in the day and age where you can catch Sex and the City in syndication on TBS, I should be able to tell you that I waxed my beeve.

That is not the way I wanted to win

It was wrong. It should have been clean. Chalk it up to human error, or the ref’s preference for an old school east coast dynasty; but it was wrong. They were unfair to the Hawks. I am mad for my local team, and I am mad for the Steelers not having a clean win. It robs Bettis of the honor he deserved when the win is tainted. It robs the Steelers of the pride of winning the ultimate game. There will always be a shadow over this win. The refs were wrong. They stripped us of the chance of winning fairly.

Shame on the Refs.

So, (mostly to Jack and FINY) what do you think? What did you take away from the game?

A Mixed Marriage

I have little time so I am gonna make this simple: I am an avowed Steelers fan living near Seattle. My husband has been a Seahawk fan his entire life. Today is the big day. If you had told me at the beginning of the season we would meet in the Super Bowl, I would have laughed in your face!
The sad thing is, part of me really wishes I could root for the hawks. But I can’t. I will be pulling for my men in black and yellow. However, if the Hawks win, I will have a ton of regional pride that the local team went the distance.
7 hours to go!

My Beloved.

I had to put my cat Porkchop down last night. It was very tough, and I am not ready to talk about it.

It was the right thing to do.

I feel empty.

The Battle for Control

I hate cholesterol.
I am beginning to hate Cheerios, too. Right now I want a French dip with a side salad. But I am eating cheerios.

I hate cheerios.

And shit! I cannot think of one thing to make for dinner. Except maybe oatmeal.

Looks like chicken and brown rice with veggies.

I still hate my cheerios.

I have high cholesterol?!?!?!

But I am only 27!

So, I got the letter from my doctor. It said I have to avoid egg yokes, dairy and red meat.

Steak shouldn’t be hard, but pork is my favorite! NO FAIR!
Egg yokes? Do you realize how many things they put egg yokes in? Pasta, just to name one! This means I can’t even eat lemon bars, omelets, eggs benedict, hollandaise, and a lot of other foods I love.

And dairy? Are you kidding me? Dairy? Cheese? Cottage cheese? Butter? Yogurt? Ice cream? Sour cream? DID I MENTION CHEESE????

I am in hell.