Archive for June, 2007

This Is For You, Jeff…

June 29, 2007

… do you still think my baby is creepy looking???

How, I axe, could anyone not just fall in love with that sweet little face?

And such a beautiful smile….

Okay, so it’s not really a smile. But what about those little knees and elbows? And let’s not forget those adorable little padded toes!

Oh, you want to know which one it is? It’s Firefly. The new one (nickname: The Spook) gets too freaked out to have her picture taken. Poor little fraidy-lizard.


Today’s Conversation Quote

June 29, 2007

“Not many of my clients can use ‘hexadecimal’ in a sentence.”

–Randa the amazing computer programmer

Yet Another New Blog Find

June 22, 2007

It’s Dr. Sanity. She has an amazing post about mature versus immature psychological defense mechanisms, explaining how it all works and then tying it together with the current mess in Palestine.

It’s far too long to quote, and far too many good bits to pick out just one or two to excerpt. So just go read the whole thing already. CrankyBeach hath spoken.

I Resemble That!

June 21, 2007

In the news:

LONDON (AFP) – “Blog”, “netiquette”, “cookie” and “wiki” have been voted among the most irritating words spawned by the Internet, according to the results of a poll published Thursday.

Topping the list of words most likely to make web users “wince, shudder or want to bang your head on the keyboard” was folksonomy, a term for a web classification system.

“Blogosphere”, the collective name for blogs or online journals, was second; “blog” itself was third; “netiquette”, or Internet etiquette, came fourth and “blook”, a book based on a blog, was fifth.

I’ve never even heard of folksonomy and I wouldn’t know one if it bit me on the ankle.

Must be a British thing.

I suppose if I were politically correct, or willing to pander to the self-appointed intelligentsia, I would be tearing my hair out in a frenzy of self-hatred at my audacity in keeping a (gasp) blog.

. . . .


And furthermore…


I am a proud member of the BLOGOSPHERE and I will shout it from the –er, top of my page!

Nyah! Nyah! Nyah! So there! Take that and stuff it up your folksonomy, you pinky-toe-hats!

There Really Is A Generation Gap

June 21, 2007

Not long ago, a couple of co-workers and I were swapping girl-talk stories. (Those of you who are girls, of any age, will understand just what kind of stories.)

My story concerned the last day of a family camping trip the summer I was twelve. Let’s just say my mother had to dig some emergency supplies out of her suitcase for me, and we had to go to a store to buy safety pins.

This was where a younger co-worker jumped in. “Safety pins? What on earth for?” She just about flipped out when I told her it was because I didn’t own an elastic belt with little clamps in strategic places. I’m still not sure she entirely believed me. I suggested she ask her own mother, who is older than I am, so she would certainly know about the elastic and/or safety pins.

I told her this was back in the dark ages, in the days before there was such a thing as double-sided stick-um. This was also back in the days when “unmarried girls” were discouraged from using the other kinds of supplies. The kinds that don’t require safety pins or stick-um.

Yep. There really is a generation gap.

Without Adult Supervision…

June 17, 2007

… I can get into real trouble.

Trouble came in the form of a lizard.

Yes, another lizard.

They had four baby crested geckos at Petco, and the largest–and feistiest–of the four came home with me.

This little darling is just a tiny bit bigger than Firefly. I have not yet thought up an appropriate name. Maybe Prozac or Valium, since s/he is incredibly skittish. Amazingly, I got him/her onto the scale long enough to register 4.1 grams.

The other three were much smaller. The guy at the store thought they might be about 3 weeks old. One was a pretty dull drab brown, another looked a lot like Firefly, and the third was similar to the one I bought, but had a terrible shed problem, with bits of shed all stuck to its toes. I told the guy that little one needed a good soaking. I hope he heeds my advice, because the poor little thing could lose some toes otherwise.

I see some tiny little tongue-marks in the serving of gecko-goo I offered, so it looks like s/he did eat a little overnight. The best evidence that they are eating, however, comes in the form of finding tiny little turds littering the cage.

So the gecko soap opera shall continue, with a new character added to the cast.

To Whom It May Concern

June 16, 2007

If you are reading this and you think “oops, that sounds like me,” then you know who you are. Keep reading. The rest of you… take a break.

For cryin’ out loud, how many times have I told you to CHECK to see if something is an urban legend before you forward it to everybody in your address book! Furthermore, would you PLEASE figure out a way not to send 67 copies of the same “send this to everyone you know” message to ME? Thank you.

Although… if you are as clue-free as past experience with you would indicate, you will read this and not recognize yourself at all, and keep sending me every urban legend that hits your in-box. One would think after the numerous e-mail spankings I have delivered on this topic before–including all the ones where I hit “reply to all” so all your friends would see it too–might have sunk in. I should know better by now.

By the way, the one about boycotting certain oil companies to force their prices down has been around several times. Just FYI. I did not need to see 67 more copies of it.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging. Carry on.

Update: I should have known. That person e-mailed back to tell me not to worry, I am now off the list.

Which indicates to me that the urban legend spamming isn’t going to stop; I just won’t see it anymore.


Just Because It’s Bizarre

June 14, 2007

A few nights back I got a picture of Geico peering at his own picture while crawling down the monitor.

At the suggestion of the folks on the lizard bulletin board, it progressively got more absurd from there.

We report, you decide.

Soapsuds In Lizard Land

June 12, 2007

Firefly is still too young for mere humans to determine her gender… but as I keep saying, Geico seems to know something I don’t. After last night’s performance, just try and tell me he doesn’t know when there’s a girl in the room!

Firefly was ensconced in the critter keeper with her crickets, picking them off one by one, while Geico (who ate his share of crickets earlier, from a different container) lounged in his usual spot atop the monitor, on the far right side.

Firefly appeared to be finished eating, so I picked her up in my left hand. Now mind you, she was at least two feet from Geico, and down near keyboard level.

He took a sprint from the right to the left side of the monitor and then assumed the position:

Then he started crawling down the side of the monitor. I moved my hand that was holding Firefly–and his eyes followed. The two were still at least 18 inches apart.

Have you ever seen quite such a glint in a gecko’s eye? I moved Firefly to the far right and he adjusted his course to match.

Meanwhile, Firefly did a little “number two” on my finger, so I put her back in the critter keeper, and went to wash my hands with soap and water. When I came back, Geico was the most eager he has ever been to crawl into my hand. He climbed all the way down from the monitor stand, onto the keyboard, and up onto my hand. I guess he was still looking for the girl. At least he didn’t bite me this time or try to hump my finger. And that was exactly why I washed my hands.

Poor guy. If Firefly really is a girl… he doesn’t get to get lucky with her for at least another year!

Patience, my boy. Patience.

So Why Bother Voting?

June 11, 2007

So much for the will of the people and the consent of the governed.

I didn’t vote in the latest local special election because I did not have the time or the energy to study the issues thoroughly to make an informed choice. The ballot measures all had to do with land use and development issues, and I can’t remember when I have seen and heard as much obfuscation on both sides of an issue. At one point I was tempted to vote against one measure based solely on the sign pollution of the side in favor.

The voters soundly defeated all four ballot measures, so that should be the end of it. Right? Wrong! Those Who Know BestTM are taking steps to thwart the will of the people.

. . . supporters said not so fast. They are plotting a comeback with lawsuits and creating GPU-5, a plan that combines the concepts of Measure A and GPU-4 while rejecting development in the Rancho San Juan area.

Several lawsuits are already pending against the county and more are expected to be filed. County counsel said it could be years before this issue is settled in court.

Despite the fact that voters shot it down two years ago and again on Tuesday, the Butterfly Village project, a provision of Measure D, could still move forward.

I think I’m getting a headache.

Cross-posted at Ith’s place