Hopes, thoughts, fears and dreams

by Miz A
email me: miz_anneliese@yahoo.com

Dailys:
Misanthropic Bitch
My grrl Karen
IconSam
TraV
For a laugh
X-Entertainment

Risqué dailys:
Please Don't Blow!
Sublime Directory
Kill the Children

Music in my weenie 3 CD changer:
Primitive Radio Gods
Peter Gabriel
The Refreshments

miscellany:
My gracious host, http://www.pitas.com
The only RPG you'll ever need: Ironclaw
Brenner
Mr. M. Shane Abell
Orion
Graphic from here
My fiancé: Richard Stewart
Vote libertarian
Archive thru 6/24/2000
Archive thru 7/17/2000
Archive thru 8/30/2000
Archive thru 10/18/2000

Movies:
Titan A.E.
Chicken Run
Labyrinth
Zorro
The Matrix
The Rock
Gone in 60 Seconds
Blade
X-Men

Comix:
Elfquest
Calvin and Hobbes
Sinfest
Penny Arcade
Kevin and Kell
Password Change

Saturday, November 18, 2000
03:36 p.m.

Tawny port is BADbadbad for you. Blarg.

Friday, November 17, 2000
03:11 p.m.

Oooh, here's a pet peeve. First, let's pretend you're on a list group, and you're using, say, a crappy email service like, oh I don't know, yahoo, which has a limited amount of space. Now pretend that everyone else in the free world (okay, just on that list) is using a limitless-quota, HTML formatted email, like, hmm, MS Outlook. What I hate here, is that to send a ONE LINE response to the entire list, the sender must resend the ENTIRE (HTML-formatted, thus bigger) previous email. Now let's pretend that the thread has been going on for two weeks now. That's a big honkin' email. Now, to cut down on size and other people's irritability, wouldn't you think that maybe, just maybe, the sender could delete all the useless crap at the bottom of the email that is left over from a week ago? Wouldn't that be, oh I don't know, considerate??

Tuesday, November 14, 2000
01:30 a.m.

How to handle MORONS. Tip: You should have a good understanding of MST3K before you read this.

Monday, November 13, 2000
11:50 p.m.

Yowza! 506 hits to this page! You guys rock!

Monday, November 13, 2000
11:38 p.m.

Got a phone call from Marc tonight. It's always good to hear from him, and we usually wind up talking for about 2 hours or so. And the conversation is usually filled with lots of lively discussion about red-headed lesbians who drive blue cars. Or something. :)
Found out that one of my exes got married (ceremonially, anyway... he was actually already legally married. I guess the ceremony just makes it more real). I mean, I'm sure other exes have gotten married too, but I officially know about this one. That's kind of a weird thought. I take a small comfort in the fact that a) tho' I turned into a psycho bitch after we split up, we did e-kiss and make up about three years later and b) the girl that he wound up with after me was the one that he married. No inbetweens. :)
I just had the shortest conversation with Stew:

Him: What did you do today?
Me: Talked to Marc. You?
Him: Made buttons. Watching
Romeo Must Die. That's about it.
Me: Hmm. Yeah. Me too. ... Guess I'll talk to you tomorrow?
Him: Sounds good. I love you!
Me: Love you too!
[click]

At least we both know when to get off the phone. :)

Monday, November 13, 2000
02:35 p.m.

Blah.
It has come to my attention that this page doesn't look quite right on anything other than IE. Actually, that came to my attention some time ago, but I only recently learned why that was and how to fix it. I'll fix it, I promise. Just not today.
Is the US a fucking laughingstock or what??? Gotta love the electoral college.
I saw a sign on the way home today: Abortation - the ultimate child abuse. Is abortation like deportation? Is it some kind of child labor? Can anyone enlighten me?
What is it that causes guys to be unable to spend less than a half hour in the bathroom at any given time? It's got to be a genetic thing. I don't know of any woman that can sit on the can for a half hour. Yeesh.
Feeling very antsy and aggravated lately. Stew and I sat down to talk about some details of the wedding. Since we're in charge of financing the whole thing, I find it difficult to plan anything at all, since I have no income whatsoever. Without a budget to work with, it's impossible to plan any kind of cost at all, which makes planning useless. All I can do at this point is dream. *sigh* In other news, the two of us went to look at a house in Covington. Nice place, two family, with offstreet parking and a huge basement. And a washer and dryer (aaaaah). Now all I have to do is get some income.
Blah, blah, blah. Nothing is ever as easy as it sounds.

Thursday, November 9, 2000
10:02 a.m.

Yes! Slowly, the process to legalize marijuana creeps along.

Monday, November 6, 2000
03:17 p.m.

I've spent so much time off from school and work that I've become utterly stagnant. One thing I've learned, though, is that it's almost impossible to jump start your brain again. I mean, I'm inherently lazy, that's a given. But lazy or not, without the impetus to learn or create or even just DO, my brain power has fallen by the wayside. Getting back into the track of learning is not as easy as it sounds. I'm lucky I even remember what HTML stands for. :)
In job news (because I know you all are just holding your breath in anticipation of me getting a job), I received the *official* reject letter from Fidelity. Ah well. At least I finally know for sure where I stand.
In entertainment news (this is starting to sound like a miniature personal newscast), I watched Charlie's Angels. It rocked! All I have to say is: Lucy Liu in tight black leather. Oh, and the action scenes were cool, too. :) I also finally watched American Pie. Boy, was that not true to life... I don't recall parties like that ever being thrown at my high school, and the girls weren't all drop dead gorgeous. But then, I was a geek, so maybe I just missed out on all the good parties. :) In unison, everybody: "This one time, at band camp..."
Oh, *ahem* a brief update that just happened on the job front.... I have an interview at Solutech on Thursday! Woo-hoo! Thank you, Woo! Thank you, Sam!

Thursday, November 2, 2000
08:23 p.m.

Check out Naked News!
Well, I have been chastised for not updating lately. Thanks, Sam. :)
Have you ever noticed that, without women, men would be lost? My fiancé loses his glasses periodically, and, after making a half-hearted attempt to find them, then turns to me and asks if I've seen them. The longest it's ever taken me to find his glasses is about 30 seconds, and they're usually somewhere in very plain sight. And I know you'll be reading this, Stew, so I suppose that now would be a good time to tell you I love you. :)
Well, in job news, I went out on Monday to downtown Cinci and handed out resumes. No calls yet, but if everyone could keep their fingers crossed, I'd much appreciate it. Or for that matter, I'd be willing to take cash donations to keep me on my feet for a while. Drop me an email and I'd be happy to send my address. (Everyone knows I'm joking, right? :) )

Wednesday, October 25, 2000
04:15 p.m.

The power of the mind

A couple of days ago, I was suffering from a hangover and far too little sleep. A friend of mine, a nurse (and thus I trust his medical advice implicitly) told me "You need folic acid. Here, take two of these vitamins." So I did. Not ten minutes later I started to perk up and feel more like a human being. Did the vitamins actually do anything? If they did, could they possibly have helped in ten minutes? And if so, could they really have swept me from half dead to fully human so easily? Who knows? But if the power of the mind is strong enough to do all that with only the help of two little pills, who am I to complain?
On another note, the Ignoble prizes have been awarded. Here's my favorite:
"CHEMISTRY. Donatella Marazziti, Alessandra Rossi, and Giovanni B. Cassano of the University of Pisa, and Hagop S. Akiskal of the University of California (San Diego), for their discovery that, biochemically, romantic love may be indistinguishable from having severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
[REFERENCE: "Alteration of the platelet serotonin transporter in romantic love," Marazziti D, Akiskal HS, Rossi A, Cassano GB, Psychological Medicine, 1999 May;29(3):741-5.]" (See http://www.sightings.com/politics4/mad.htm for a summary and http://www.biopsychiatry.com/lovesero.htm for lots of scientific details)

Tuesday, October 24, 2000
12:02 a.m.

There. I think I've caught up with all my email. Have I? Did I leave someone out? If so, just email me. I promise I'll get right back to you. :)

Monday, October 23, 2000
11:27 p.m.

Heya, people!
This weekend was pretty surreal... good, but surreal. Friday night, I was over at Stew's; right around midnight, I got a call from my mother informing me that my father, who lives in Seattle (whereas we are in Ohio), was at the moment 45 minutes away from her house. Now, I've seen this man once in the last ten years, so the next morning I hustled my butt home. Unfortunately, I had to cancel my plans to see Karen, but *sigh* priorities and all... So basically I spent this weekend hanging with my parents. Kind of an oddity in this day and age. :) Anyhoo, it was really good to see him... and he promised to come back down for my wedding, which will theoretically be sometime next year. :)

Thursday, October 19, 2000
11:38 p.m.

There's a line from Allen's page that still sticks with me: "I used to write in long, fluid sentences." I haven't written anything real in so long that whatever I write these days feels like a mere shadow of the poetic prose that I once was able to create. I read emails that I send people and the sentences are short, choppy. They look like a fourth-grader wrote them. I've been unbelievably lethargic lately, mostly due to the lack of a job, and I guess this is transferring over to the way I express myself.
I was told once that I had no drive. I was absolutely incensed at the time, but the more I think about it, the more I realize it's true. The people that I know and love all have some consuming passion in their lives... something that they do, and that thing brings them pleasure. I used to feel that I could write. And I suppose, for a while, I could. But I've fallen out of practice, or maybe that supposed talent has left me, or maybe I could never write at all and I was just deluding myself. Any way I look at it, whatever small talent I had is gone.
I need to inspire a passion within me. But where does one find such a thing?
Aah, melancholy.

Wednesday, October 18, 2000
02:53 p.m.

Welcome to Ancient Greece.

Oh yeah, hope you all like the new layout. :)

With a blog blog here and a blog blog there.....