Friday, January 14, 2005


"Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love, tonight your true love will realize how much they love you. Between 1 and 4 in the morning, tomorrow the shock of your life will occur if you break the chain, and you will have bad luck for 10 years, if you don't pass this on to 15 people in 15 min IF U GET IT BACK IT MEANS YOU"RE A SWEETHEART"

Look, people. Don't send me these sorts of things, especially not in the middle of the night. It's NOT nice to stumble to my computer in the morning, turn on the monitor and sleepily realize that someone decided to involve me in their superstition.

It makes me grumpy.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Wind, Rain, and Quake

Being woken up at seven AM by your motherinlaw informing you that you are, in essence, trapped in the apartment complex by the transformation of what used to be a dry wash into a swift-moving river is not my general preference. She left work to pick my husband up; she couldn't get back out. The water ran over her windshield.

The rain ended at about eight and was replaced immediately by winds so strong that it sent trashcans flying, ripped boards off fences and dogs staggering against it. I took a walk in it briefly and had the sensation that if I just jumped, I would be blown miles away...

The river is now mostly gone, but the two massive sandbars remain where they were deposited; I'm leery of them because of how low-slung the Escort is.

Cut forward to ten past midnight; nestled against Sol's back, asleep, only to wake up a few seconds before the ground started shaking.

I'm still adrenaline-rushy; seismic activity isn't my favorite way to wake up.

It was centered under Cathedral City, and was 4.3. Considering all the rain lately, I think I was justified about it being a rockslide, or causing one.

So, I'm sitting awake, it's nearly three, and getting treated to a nice bit of paranoia whenever the windows rattle.


Sunday, January 02, 2005

Fun with non-english speakers.

mohammed_zahran2003: where r u from
rowan_ste_julian: Earth.
mohammed_zahran2003: what ?
mohammed_zahran2003: where is this?

Sleep Deprivation BAD.

The Gospel of Shaft

In the beginning, there was nothingness, and Shaft was displeased.
And yea, he didst say "Let's get funky!", and there was funk.
And Shaft didst boogy to the funk, and it was good.
And Whitey did look upon the funk with disdain, and Shaft saith unto Whitey,
"Shut yo mouth!", and smote Whitey.
And yea, the mouth was shut, and it was good.
And lo, didst the honeys love Shaft, and Shaft gave the honeys much good loving.
For Shaft was a mightily bad motha.
Canst thou dig it?