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The Apocolypse is Coming, Because I'm Going to Cause It. Grrrr.
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Where the HELL is my music!?? I haven't been able to find my CDs in over a week, and my sanity is about to vaporize. Don't you know that I'm continually creating the soundtrack of my life with those things? ARGH! Where are you sweet K's Choice? my beloved Barenaked Ladies? my cherished mix CDs? my precious Incubus? my kick ass Linkin Park?! my, my, oh I just can't go on. If I have to start packing with the RADIO in the background I'm going to hurl. It just isn't the same. Damn disc jockeys cut off the ends of songs, there are commercials, and I don't like a third of the overplayed crap on them anyway. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I want my (burned) mp3s! Where have you all hidden them? Confess!! I'm going to start busting some caps, breaking into houses and cars, and stealing back my collection of CDs if I have to. Oh, woe is me. WOE is MEEEEE! I shall end it all tonight! Oh spiritual beings of the universe, here my plea, find my CDs!!!!!!!
(Shwew, well that was deliciously overdramatic. Ah well, I really am missing my CDs, and I really am desperate to find them. I WILL find them before I go back to school. Now I think I'll retreat to my room, to pack in silence. *sigh*)
In other news, I finally did another online quiz, so here 'tis:
| You are 35% geek |  | You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.
Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend.
You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines!
Geek [to You]: I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals!
You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime.
| Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com
I've Been LINKED!
Monday, August 12, 2002
Periodically, I like to search the internet for my own name. My name seems to be fairly unique, so that the vast majority of the hits actually ARE referring to 'me'. Anyway, today the net came up with a new hit. Apparently, fellow Techie K-tron has linked to my site. Tis all cool, and I'm perfectly fine with her linking to my site. (Love to see that hit-counter climb, after all). Still, I wish she had told me. I'd like to know when my presence on the net is spreading. Please, if anyone else has done this, identify yourself through e-mail or the guestbook.
Speaking of the guestbook, more people need to sign the friggin thing. If you're a "regular", then you better have signed it by now, or I shall track you down and maim you severely. I like to know whose gaining in"site" into my electronic corner of the universe. Plus, it's cool to hear from people.
Another neat little addition to the site has also popped up. If you look just above the "Anna's Summer Diary" graphic, you'll see a little blue orb with a white ring. This is an "extreme hitcounter". With it, I can monitor my site's traffic much more effectively. Click on it, and you'll see all kinds of random stats about the folks visiting this page. (Computer stats, not personal stats. No privacy is being violated here.) Heeheehee, Anna loves new media toys. Later folks!
Race and Semantics in America
Sunday, August 11, 2002
A friend of mine recently posted a diary entry explaining his opinion on the political correctness/race issue. In other words, should we refer to "minorities" as black or African-American, Indian or Native-American, Hispanic or Mexican-American or Spanish-American, or for that matter, white or Anglo-American?
Well, I have a few different points to make considering this. As a warning, I mean NOTHING in this post to be offensive. I've edited and re-edited it for a few days now, and I think it's all ready. If anyone has any opinions, clashes with my opinions, or desires to have me put out less heady entries, feel free to contact me. I intend to have sociological/mindful/whatever posts pop up here every once in a while. Discussion is encouraged.
First of all, a memory. One college we stopped at when I was still shopping for an education site was a historically black college (I can't remember which one for the life of me). As it was a summer weekend, none of the students were around. There were posters up of students running for office, an all of them were black. One family member pointed to a poster and whispered "that's because this is a black college". I thought, "What are you doing? It's not like you've used an offensive term, why are you whispering? There isn't even anyone around anyway!" Later that week, I asked an African American friend of mine if she would be offended to be reffered to as "black". She asked if I was offended to be called "white". I said I wasn't, and she said it was exactly the same. I think it's stupid how hushed up an nervous people are around each other about such "issues".
Secondly, as far as the labeling people according to their appearances, that happens in much more than race issues. People are instantly evaluated based on their dress, makeup, style of walk, hair style, facial expressions, accent, etc. Back in our early evolutionary days, this ability was a necessary defense mechanism. There is no other way of judging people quickly, as it is logistically impossible to "get to know" every random person you see on the street. Granted, people misuse this, and go to extremes with stereotypes, but we DO have to have some sort of basis for evalutating people on short notice. It isn't fair or right, but it IS unavoidable.
Thirdly, part of the reason that racial groups are identified as they are, is because they WANT to be. Feeling part of a group is one way to gain identity. Racial or cultural pride is NOT a bad thing. Identifying someone as part of a racial group is only derogatory in the eyes of a racist person, otherwise it is merely a descriptive characteristic. We all belong to at least one race, why not be proud of it?
Fourthly, I've heard once that when two things are present, then a collection of people will form a "group". This is a common oppression and a common goal. Whether we're talking black, Native American, Hispanic, or any other minority, this makes sense. If they're immigrants, they have the common goal of "making it" in America and the common difficulty of a language barrier. In the case of African Americans, there is the goal of taking their fair share of control in America, and the common struggle of historical oppression. (Oppression continues today, of course, but most people are TRYING to do better. I, for one, believe that anyway.) Another aspect which can keep minorities attached at the hip, is their common culture. This is not only in the cultural activies brought over from their native land, but also in the mass media available to them here, reinforcing coherance (ie. the Spanish Channels, BET, etc.).
Fifthly, there IS a problem with calling the people who were here before us "Native Americans". If I belonged to a tribe that was slaughtered by invaders then dominated by a people calling themselves "Americans", I would definitely be loathe to be named one myself. It hasn't been that long historically since that happened, plus they are STILL being suppressed/oppressed. Considering that becoming citizens of America benefits their circumstances tremendously, and gives them many more rights, I can see why they do it. Oh, and NEWSFLASH, they're not from India either, so calling them Indians (a name we accidently gave them) is condescending too. Some people used to call them "redmen", but I'm pretty sure that was an offensive term, and I won't use it. So, what's the solution? The only politically correct way would be to use tribal names, but most people are too lazy to learn those. As for a term generalizing all peoples here before we whiteys, there is nothing that really works. Guess we'll just be sticking to the old botched up names.
Sixthly, yet ANOTHER reason we are compelled to use ancestorily based race-names, is for the absolving of historical grievances. This is necessary for affirmative action to work. (The effectiveness of affirmative action is a WHOLE other matter that I won't get into right now. Can't type everything at once.) This goes further than that though. There are some blacks wanting financial compensation for the crimes against their ancestors. I have no idea how that will pan out. For the Native Americans still wanting a fair deal from our government, they have to join together in order to get an iota of their demands.
Alright, that's enough for now. Later this week I'll post something about my restaurant research. Laterz folks.
I've Changed My Mind
Friday, August 9, 2002
Ok, remember that list I made not long ago about all the stuff that would make up the "perfect" significant other. Yeah, forget it. Wipe it all away, and replace it with this: gives awesome massages. There's this dude Rocky that works in the kitchen at O'Chuck's, and every once in awhile he'll give me these TO-DIE-FOR massages. Tonight he did my back, shoulders, and neck. My muscles feel all yummily gummy now. *Sigh*, is it WRONG to marry someone just for the massages. Jk-jk. Tomorrow night being my last night at work, he and a few others plan to hit me in the face with some cream pie. Little do they know I will have silly-string hidden in my pocket. Mwuhahaha, revenge is Soooooooo sweet.
Well, that's all for now. G'night! (Tomorrow's post will be a more mindful one.)
A Mini-Delving into the Illustrious Past of Your's Truly
Thursday, August 8, 2002
I played the BW in our grade-school basketball team. That's right, the all important "bench warmer". Can't let those seats get cold, or the two seconds that our starters spent on it might freeze their precious buns and they won't be able to play. ;-) Anyway, I had one of our annual meetings with the old b-ball team Tuesday night. We had the winning-est gradeschool teams for the former Ms. Bingham (presently Mrs. Smith). Plus, we were one of the last groups to stay together through 7th and 8th grade, rather than have an "A" team and a "B" team for those two years.
Back in eigth grade we took a trip to Gatlinburg together. It was so much fun. We played chubby bunny (sticking as many marshmallows in your mouth as possible and then saying "chubby bunny" until you had to spew), charades (which my team always won), we went cruising and shopping, and we spent a lot of time at the slides and bumper cars and such. In fact, when we went to go down the alpine slide, we got an extra free ride. (It takes about 7 bucks to go down four times.) We told the guy working it that we were trying out for DollyWood. One girl (a good friend of mine and another bench warmer) was the singer and the rest of us were her backup dancers. She sang a few notes, he believed us, and told us that if we got into DollyWood then we could come here any time free. Then, he pretended to take a tab off our bracelets the next time we lined up for the lift, and we got a free ride. Twas cool.
Well, since then, our beloved coaches have planned get togethers every year. We've made a second trip to Gatlinburg, and the past few years we've met to eat, talk, and share pictures at one of their houses. This year I taught them how to play psychiatrist, heh-heh. There were adults present and no guys, though, so it wasn't as interesting as it has been in the past.
Next year they want to go to Destin, Florida. I don't know if I want to go or not. See, I'd like to go to Florida (provided I can afford it), and they're nice enough girls and all, but I was never really close to them. Of course, I didn't really fit in with anyone in gradeschool. There are few friends I've really stayed in contact with from that era. Honestly, I think I make most of the players AND the coaches nervous at these gatherings. Mostly I go to see what everyone's up to, and to catch up on info of the rest of the gradeschool crew. Plus, a bit selfishly, I want to show them that I'm successful and "normal", at least in the social sense of the word. Every time I go see them it reminds me how much I felt like an outsider during grade school. I've been so happy, and felt like such an important friend these past two years (I LOVE the people in drama and on my hall), that I guess I felt the need to remind myself where I came from. I believe in knowing yourself, and that means knowing your past. For me, the past is becoming an emotional rock: not caring what other people thought of me, not needing other people, and doing whatever I could to better myself and prepare myself for a big future.
Thankfully, I got close to people in highschool (some who even went to my gradeschool), and in college I've found even MORE people to fit in with. I feel appreciated in college, I feel comfortable, and that is a heaven-sent change. It feels like home.
Long story short: Dem gradeschool kids is good peoples, but they ain't my peeps. I love you guys! Spread da luvvvv. (Oh, and Connie and Elizabeth, you two ARE my peeps. Don't think I'm leaving you out chicas. Same goes for my highschool buds. I MISS you guys!)
The Pricetag on Incomperable *Me*. ;-)
Monday, August 5, 2002
Currently I'm only worth 1,853,118 dollars. :-( Liz, you beat me you biznatch. Well, my value is going to rise big time once I write The Great American Novel (ingenius title, huh? I thought of it myself). If you'd like to find out YOUR monetary value, just click on this link.
Kick Squarely in the Arse by Murphy's Law
Saturday, August 3, 2002
Ok, so a couple nights ago Krista and I were talking about a couple of the servers who have "lost it" the past couple weeks. One really cool girl quit out of frustration, while another guy walked out on his tables during his first night at the bar. Don't know if he quit or not, but I haven't seen him back yet. Anyway, we were joking around about who was going to be the next to go AWOL. Krista mentioned how that kind of stuff always happened when she wasn't there, and she wanted to see somebody walk out. Hehe, guess it's the ole perverse human nature popping up again, like people driving slowly by a burning building just to get a glimpse of the destruction.
Well, last night, I could have very easily been the next to go. Everything seemed to be going wrong and NONE of it was my fault. I mean, I'll admit when I do something wrong. Quite often I can be a blundering goober. Last night, however, I was a perfectly steered sinking ship. Dang squirrel machines. I won't go into details simply because it would take too long. Grrrr.
On a happier note, there was a great garage sale going on across the street and over one house from me yesterday. I bought a few glass things, and some dirt cheap clothes. Oh, and guess what else our family just got: Couches! Instead of having that brown plaid artifact of a couch downstairs, we now have newer green seats make of something that *looks* like leather. It has a built in hide-a-bed and two recliners. Very comfy. Only problem is that the green doesn't quite match the Green Bay Packer green that covers half the stuff in our basement. Oh well, can't have it all I guess. Laterz folks.
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