I am banned from driving with my brother in the car. He cannot stand it. Mostly he says it's because he looks like a loser riding around in the passenger side. To which I say "And?" But anyway, this is something that no matter how hard I have tried to convince him otherwise, remains a fact. When we ride together he drives. I don't even make an issue of it anymore, I just meekly get in the passenger seat.
In exchange for my surrender on this point, I get to tell him how to drive whenever we go places together. I pretty much never do this to other people because, besides being incredibly rude and annoying, I don't know more about driving than most people. BUT because he insists on driving I view it as my right to comment on his driving. Right? (Come on, people, back me up on this one. He's younger than me... sibling hierarchy anyone?)
Usually my duties as co-pilot include telling him when he's driving too fast ("Rainor, you do know this is a 10 mph zone and there are speed bumps, right? Ow!"), telling him when he's driving too slow ("Come on, it's a 55 and you KNOW you can go at least 60 without being pulled over."), and informing him what the rules of the road are and when he's about to kill us. ("This is a freaking no passing lane, Rainor! AND THERE IS A CAR COMING YOU DORK!!!").
Another thing about going places with Rainor is that I like to be early. It probably comes from the years of being part of that family with all those kids who are late to everything. Since Rainor has also been a part of that same family all those years, it would make sense that he was the same way about being on time. But no. He likes to arrive at the very, very last minute. If we are supposed to be someplace at 3:00 I want to walk in the door around 2:50. He, on the other hand, wants to pull into the parking lot at exactly 3:00.
But really there has only been one time where we came close to being smeared on the highway. We were pulling out of a parking lot and there was a big truck in the way that we couldn't see around. He asked me if I could see anything from the passenger side, to which I replied "Nothing." meaning I couldn't see anything. He thought it was "Nothing." as in, nothing is coming and pulled out.
The log truck honked his horn and Rainor threw it in reverse. Unfortunately, my purse was sitting on the gear shifter. Somehow, Rainor managed to curse at me, throw my bag at me, put the car in reverse, and save our sorry butts all in one fluid motion. The log truck barreled by at 40 MPH and we just sat there in the parking lot.
We didn't speak or look at each other for a moment. I was a little worried about my brother, because I knew I hadn't packed extra underwear for him. Also because I knew that he was really, really upset with me about my bag being on the shifter. After a while he turned to me and said "If I'd have known you were such an idiot I would have packed extra pants." To which I responded "That's your fault. You know EXACTLY what an idiot I am!"
He had to admit that this was true and that this was also the reason I was banned from driving when he was in the car.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Parish Group
On Sunday nights our church has Parish group where we get together, sing, pray, eat, drink, and lately, watch short films based on the parables. We always have such a good time so I took my camera this time so that I could get some pictures. This is one of the things I'm really thankful for this year.
Good friends.
Mrs. G.
When we were taking pictures Mr. K. came up behind me to tell us the video was about to start. When he realized he was walking into a picture he put up his hand :D
Ellie and Margaret.... the former actually looks taller which is very deceptive.
"There are angels in your angles; there's a low moon caught in your tangles."
The three musketeers: Lizzie, Ellie, and Margaret.
And again... Ellie and I still look like our glamorous selves. Margaret still looks like... herself.
Natalie, Ellie, and Autumn.
Wow, this looks familiar...
The Starr and Snider girls :)
Hanging out.
Abie looks confused.
Do you think they might be brothers?The Truth
I come across this quote online this week:
"Dear unbearably pretend indie guy a few flats down: girls will like you more if you wash more, shave, and stop listening to The Strokes."
This, my friends, is a lie.
That is all.
"Dear unbearably pretend indie guy a few flats down: girls will like you more if you wash more, shave, and stop listening to The Strokes."
This, my friends, is a lie.
That is all.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The wierdest things happen to me.
Today while I was taking a shower the shower curtain rod fell down. I was just washing my hair, minding my own business, and it decided to detach itself from the wall and throw itself on the floor. I just stood there, covered in shampoo, looking at it all twisted up with the shower curtain on the floor. Just looking at it.
After about five seconds of going "Did that actually just happen?" I thought maybe I should try and put it back up so water would stop going all over the bathroom floor. (Novel idea, eh?) So I picked it up and tried to stick it back up. It fell right back down. It's one of those rods with a spring in it so you just kind of wedge it up and it stays. Easy, right? Nothing doing.
As I stood there under the water with shampoo suds running all over the place, trying desperate to get the stupid curtain rod to stay I slipped and almost fell on my face. Turns out shampoo is slippery. And as I stood there holding the rod and bracing myself on the flimsy soap rack thingy to keep from falling down and killing myself, I began to contemplate the ridiculous nature of my situation. All of the sudden it just seemed enormously funny. And I started laughing.
If you have ever tried to put a shower curtain while covered in slippery shampoo suds and water, trying not to fall on your head, and while laughing hysterically, you will know that it is pretty much impossible. (Also, I am really, really sorry you ever had to go through that.) I was beginning to be afraid that I was going to hurt myself. So I did the only sensible thing. I stopped laughing and called my brother.
"Rainor!" Pause. "Rainor!" Nothing. "Rainor! Get your butt in here!" I can now hear him talking to my Mom in an attempt to ignore me. "Help!" I hear some deliberations as to whether or not help should be sent. Also I begin to realize how silly it is that I have to ask for help and start laughing again. "Help me!" This last bit was yelled as I was laughing and for whatever reason He came right away this time.
I won't write here what he actually said when he saw me there holding the curtain rod up in front of me, covered in suds, laughing and saying "Helpppp meeee!" ala "The Fly". But it was a profanity of amazement. The kind of amazement that is equaled by, say, the news that your sister has managed to super glue all ten of her fingers together. That kind of amazement. Turns out he doesn't know how to operate the curtain rod either.
At this point my Mom comes in to see what the deal is, and because she, like me, and unlike my brother appreciates the immense humor in this situation, also starts laughing. Now she does know how to operate the curtain rod, however, she is laughing too hard to fix it either. She eventually manages to explain how to twist the rod so that it will stay and all that jazz and I can finally finish what was supposed to be an uneventful shower.
The thing is, these kinds of awkward/ridiculous things happen to me all the time. Why do these things happen to me? Do these things happen to everyone and they just never talk about them? Or am I actually the kind of person that sitcoms are based on?
After about five seconds of going "Did that actually just happen?" I thought maybe I should try and put it back up so water would stop going all over the bathroom floor. (Novel idea, eh?) So I picked it up and tried to stick it back up. It fell right back down. It's one of those rods with a spring in it so you just kind of wedge it up and it stays. Easy, right? Nothing doing.
As I stood there under the water with shampoo suds running all over the place, trying desperate to get the stupid curtain rod to stay I slipped and almost fell on my face. Turns out shampoo is slippery. And as I stood there holding the rod and bracing myself on the flimsy soap rack thingy to keep from falling down and killing myself, I began to contemplate the ridiculous nature of my situation. All of the sudden it just seemed enormously funny. And I started laughing.
If you have ever tried to put a shower curtain while covered in slippery shampoo suds and water, trying not to fall on your head, and while laughing hysterically, you will know that it is pretty much impossible. (Also, I am really, really sorry you ever had to go through that.) I was beginning to be afraid that I was going to hurt myself. So I did the only sensible thing. I stopped laughing and called my brother.
"Rainor!" Pause. "Rainor!" Nothing. "Rainor! Get your butt in here!" I can now hear him talking to my Mom in an attempt to ignore me. "Help!" I hear some deliberations as to whether or not help should be sent. Also I begin to realize how silly it is that I have to ask for help and start laughing again. "Help me!" This last bit was yelled as I was laughing and for whatever reason He came right away this time.
I won't write here what he actually said when he saw me there holding the curtain rod up in front of me, covered in suds, laughing and saying "Helpppp meeee!" ala "The Fly". But it was a profanity of amazement. The kind of amazement that is equaled by, say, the news that your sister has managed to super glue all ten of her fingers together. That kind of amazement. Turns out he doesn't know how to operate the curtain rod either.
At this point my Mom comes in to see what the deal is, and because she, like me, and unlike my brother appreciates the immense humor in this situation, also starts laughing. Now she does know how to operate the curtain rod, however, she is laughing too hard to fix it either. She eventually manages to explain how to twist the rod so that it will stay and all that jazz and I can finally finish what was supposed to be an uneventful shower.
The thing is, these kinds of awkward/ridiculous things happen to me all the time. Why do these things happen to me? Do these things happen to everyone and they just never talk about them? Or am I actually the kind of person that sitcoms are based on?
Monday, November 17, 2008
In case you're wondering, I'm not gay.
I am a people person and meeting new people brings me great pleasure. What does not bring me pleasure is when upon meeting someone for the first time, or the first time in a long time, they proceed to ask 'significant other' questions.
These are questions I never know exactly how to answer. Of course the immediate answer is "No, I'm not seeing anyone." Then the person asks is there anyone I'd like to be seeing, to which I always answer 'no', even if the answer is 'yes'. As if it is any of their danged business. I like it when the interrogation ends here.
Unfortunately it almost never does. Because people who are nosy enough to ask if you're seeing anyone and then to ask if there is someone you like who you are not seeing, are also nosy enough to ask why. I consider the two previous questions to be annoying. I consider the latter to be uncomfortable. And this is where I start to not know what to say.
It is wholly unsuitable to say "Because no one is interested." because that immediately makes me seem like a loser and I kind of hate the condescending sympathy the ensues. It is also not appropriate to say "Because I'm not interested." because that would be lying, however convenient that may be, and because condescending sympathy ensues anyway. And no matter how appropriate it may be I can never bring myself to tell anyone "That's none of your business." because I like people and it just seems so rude.
Usually I end up muttering some drivel about not finding the right person yet or some such similarly ridiculous collection of buzz words. Which leaves them feeling like I'm keeping secrets and me like I'm being shallow.
Well, this last trip to my Tennessee I went to a big party with my father. There was a bonfire, lots of beer, ATVs, and rednecks. (Note: I was not drinking at this party.) I didn't actually know anyone there so met alot of people. For the most part they were all very nice people, but this one woman in particular was overly friendly. She was unnaturally blonde, had a terrible mullet, and was, I believe, rather drunk. The conversation began innocently enough, but quickly digressed into something strange.
"Are you seeing anyone?"
Not this question for the third time tonight! "No."
"Is there some one you hope to be seeing soon?"
There is no way I'm answering this truthfully. How DO people ask strangers questions like this? "No, not really."
"Oh." pause "Do you not like men?"
WHAT THE!?!?! "I beg your pardon?"
"I mean, do you, like, not like men..."
I CANNOT believe someone is asking me this! "Am I a lesbian?"
"Yeah."
I STILL cannot believe I am having this conversation. "Oh no, I'm very straight."
"Oh, ok. I just thought there must be a reason you're single."
Yeah, it's called... BECAUSE I'M SINGLE!! "Ha, yeah, no."
I might not have been so surprised had this conversation taken place in Eugene. But this was way out in the sticks of Tennessee and it took me off my guard. I suppose maybe I should be flattered... that she thought there had to be some particular reason I was single other than that I happened to be. But somehow being mistaken for a lesbian isn't really all that flattering.
So, in case you're wondering; Yes, I'm single. No, I'm not a lesbian. And yes, it bothers me that you're asking me. Also I think it's retarded that if I don't have a boyfriend at 19 people wonder if I'm gay.
These are questions I never know exactly how to answer. Of course the immediate answer is "No, I'm not seeing anyone." Then the person asks is there anyone I'd like to be seeing, to which I always answer 'no', even if the answer is 'yes'. As if it is any of their danged business. I like it when the interrogation ends here.
Unfortunately it almost never does. Because people who are nosy enough to ask if you're seeing anyone and then to ask if there is someone you like who you are not seeing, are also nosy enough to ask why. I consider the two previous questions to be annoying. I consider the latter to be uncomfortable. And this is where I start to not know what to say.
It is wholly unsuitable to say "Because no one is interested." because that immediately makes me seem like a loser and I kind of hate the condescending sympathy the ensues. It is also not appropriate to say "Because I'm not interested." because that would be lying, however convenient that may be, and because condescending sympathy ensues anyway. And no matter how appropriate it may be I can never bring myself to tell anyone "That's none of your business." because I like people and it just seems so rude.
Usually I end up muttering some drivel about not finding the right person yet or some such similarly ridiculous collection of buzz words. Which leaves them feeling like I'm keeping secrets and me like I'm being shallow.
Well, this last trip to my Tennessee I went to a big party with my father. There was a bonfire, lots of beer, ATVs, and rednecks. (Note: I was not drinking at this party.) I didn't actually know anyone there so met alot of people. For the most part they were all very nice people, but this one woman in particular was overly friendly. She was unnaturally blonde, had a terrible mullet, and was, I believe, rather drunk. The conversation began innocently enough, but quickly digressed into something strange.
"Are you seeing anyone?"
Not this question for the third time tonight! "No."
"Is there some one you hope to be seeing soon?"
There is no way I'm answering this truthfully. How DO people ask strangers questions like this? "No, not really."
"Oh." pause "Do you not like men?"
WHAT THE!?!?! "I beg your pardon?"
"I mean, do you, like, not like men..."
I CANNOT believe someone is asking me this! "Am I a lesbian?"
"Yeah."
I STILL cannot believe I am having this conversation. "Oh no, I'm very straight."
"Oh, ok. I just thought there must be a reason you're single."
Yeah, it's called... BECAUSE I'M SINGLE!! "Ha, yeah, no."
I might not have been so surprised had this conversation taken place in Eugene. But this was way out in the sticks of Tennessee and it took me off my guard. I suppose maybe I should be flattered... that she thought there had to be some particular reason I was single other than that I happened to be. But somehow being mistaken for a lesbian isn't really all that flattering.
So, in case you're wondering; Yes, I'm single. No, I'm not a lesbian. And yes, it bothers me that you're asking me. Also I think it's retarded that if I don't have a boyfriend at 19 people wonder if I'm gay.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
The economy, handbags, cookies, and why I hate TSA.
In 2006 Ron Paul's economic advisor, Peter Schiff, foretold our current economic woes in this interview. Art Laffer owes him a penny, me thinks. I also came across a great Ron Paul quote about the economy on Heidi's blog the other day: "We have to understand that an economic correction needs to take place and the only way out of the coming recession is to go through it. Efforts to avoid it can only prolong it."
My friend, Jessica, has recently founded Chickiva Handbags. She has some really adorable stuff up. So go and check out the online gallery and shop.
I'm making ginger molasses cookies for church potluck tomorrow.
Miranda came home to me! This makes me happy. Unfortunately, she was returned to me with her case locked. This does not make me happy. I can't find my key anywhere... in fact, I'm pretty sure it's inside the case. I've never locked it before, so I'm not sure what to do about that. I'll have to see if I can get my brother to pick the lock. I tried, but I'm hopelessly inept about such things, apparently.
My friend, Jessica, has recently founded Chickiva Handbags. She has some really adorable stuff up. So go and check out the online gallery and shop.
I'm making ginger molasses cookies for church potluck tomorrow.
Miranda came home to me! This makes me happy. Unfortunately, she was returned to me with her case locked. This does not make me happy. I can't find my key anywhere... in fact, I'm pretty sure it's inside the case. I've never locked it before, so I'm not sure what to do about that. I'll have to see if I can get my brother to pick the lock. I tried, but I'm hopelessly inept about such things, apparently.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Cynicisms
This post is going to be a mixture of news and me being cynical about a number of subjects. If you don't care what I've been up to and/or what unchangeable facets of life have been irritating me, there is no need to read any further.
We missed our flight on Wednesday. We aren't blaming anyone for this... openly. All I will say is that I am so glad Dad didn't ask ME to check the time for departure. So we ended up flying out yesterday instead of the day before. We stopped in at no less than four airports.
They forced me to check my guitar and then lost it. That's right, at this moment my beloved guitar, Miranda, is traveling the country without me. I am taking it remarkably well. You would all be proud of me.
On one of my flights (I don't remember which one. They all kind of meld together in my mind.) a guy sitting across from me had his cell phone ring mid-flight. And he didn't even attempt to conceal his blatant rule breaking.. He calmly pulled it out of his pocket, looked at it, texted back, and put it back in his pocket. Some people are just beyond comprehension. (Btw, is 'texted' a word? And did I use it properly?) (And is it lame that I used 'btw' in a blog post?)
You know what really, really, really annoys me? People who don't authorize their entire post to be displayed in my reader. You know the type. You go to read their newest pontification in your reader only to discover that you can only read the first four sentences. This irks me. I can't even say how much this irks me. If anyone who is reading this does that, you irritate me. Personally.
You know what else annoys me? Reading through my blog posts a day later and discovering that I've made a terrible error. This always appalls and embarrasses me. And it probably should. That is what I get when I don't proofread my blog posts thoroughly. What usually happens is I write my post. Then I spell check it. Then I proofread it. Then I proceed to edit it heavily. By the time I finish all that I am so sick of what I just wrote that I can't stand to proofread it again. So I post it. With all the errors injected during the editing process. I am a lazy writer. SO if you people would be so kind as to comment when you see a typo or grammatical error, it might possibly shame me into being a better writer. Possibly.
Also, I have decided that, despite what Rush says, the American people are stupid. I haven't decided yet whether or not to apply this decision on a personal level or just a general level.
If anyone is wondering why the extra dose of cynicism today; I don't know. I woke up that way this morning. I'm cheerfully disgusted with everything. But I'm drinking this really great chocolate coffee blend stuff right now so my tolerance for stupidity will probably increase dramatically upon the consumption of this mug. Of coffee. Not the mug itself.
My task for today is going through my closet, packing up my summer clothing, and getting rid of stuff I don't wear. It's always best for me to do this when I am in a cynical mood because I'm much more objective about my clothing and not so sentimental about it. NOTE: I said clothing. I am absolutely not getting rid of any shoes. I am not cynical enough for that, nor do I think the likely hood of being such is very high.
Anyone else use The Hype Machine? I'm just discovering it and trying to decide whether this is something that will be useful.
I notice that as a blog I tend to start with a very short paragraph and then progressively lengthen them. What is the reason for that? Contemplate that as I contemplate the complicated and headache inducing industry that is prescription drugs. And consequently the ridiculous laws and declining state of our nation. Cheerfully, of course.
I've also noticed something on a couple other blogs that I really love. (Why is it I only notice things when I'm being cynical?) And that is tags. Really good tags. Not just to the point tags. But sarcastic and rather funny tags. So I'm going to attempt to steal this idea and employ it in my own blog. Also, I plan on adding more source links. And links in general. Enjoy. And tell me if it gets annoying. I may not listen to you. But tell me. I like feedback.
My cup of coffee is gone. So I am now going to go try and be productive. Or something similar. Or something. Or at least go be nice. Yes, that is what I will do. I will go be nice. In fact, I think I'm going to make cookies.
We missed our flight on Wednesday. We aren't blaming anyone for this... openly. All I will say is that I am so glad Dad didn't ask ME to check the time for departure. So we ended up flying out yesterday instead of the day before. We stopped in at no less than four airports.
They forced me to check my guitar and then lost it. That's right, at this moment my beloved guitar, Miranda, is traveling the country without me. I am taking it remarkably well. You would all be proud of me.
On one of my flights (I don't remember which one. They all kind of meld together in my mind.) a guy sitting across from me had his cell phone ring mid-flight. And he didn't even attempt to conceal his blatant rule breaking.. He calmly pulled it out of his pocket, looked at it, texted back, and put it back in his pocket. Some people are just beyond comprehension. (Btw, is 'texted' a word? And did I use it properly?) (And is it lame that I used 'btw' in a blog post?)
You know what really, really, really annoys me? People who don't authorize their entire post to be displayed in my reader. You know the type. You go to read their newest pontification in your reader only to discover that you can only read the first four sentences. This irks me. I can't even say how much this irks me. If anyone who is reading this does that, you irritate me. Personally.
You know what else annoys me? Reading through my blog posts a day later and discovering that I've made a terrible error. This always appalls and embarrasses me. And it probably should. That is what I get when I don't proofread my blog posts thoroughly. What usually happens is I write my post. Then I spell check it. Then I proofread it. Then I proceed to edit it heavily. By the time I finish all that I am so sick of what I just wrote that I can't stand to proofread it again. So I post it. With all the errors injected during the editing process. I am a lazy writer. SO if you people would be so kind as to comment when you see a typo or grammatical error, it might possibly shame me into being a better writer. Possibly.
Also, I have decided that, despite what Rush says, the American people are stupid. I haven't decided yet whether or not to apply this decision on a personal level or just a general level.
If anyone is wondering why the extra dose of cynicism today; I don't know. I woke up that way this morning. I'm cheerfully disgusted with everything. But I'm drinking this really great chocolate coffee blend stuff right now so my tolerance for stupidity will probably increase dramatically upon the consumption of this mug. Of coffee. Not the mug itself.
My task for today is going through my closet, packing up my summer clothing, and getting rid of stuff I don't wear. It's always best for me to do this when I am in a cynical mood because I'm much more objective about my clothing and not so sentimental about it. NOTE: I said clothing. I am absolutely not getting rid of any shoes. I am not cynical enough for that, nor do I think the likely hood of being such is very high.
Anyone else use The Hype Machine? I'm just discovering it and trying to decide whether this is something that will be useful.
I notice that as a blog I tend to start with a very short paragraph and then progressively lengthen them. What is the reason for that? Contemplate that as I contemplate the complicated and headache inducing industry that is prescription drugs. And consequently the ridiculous laws and declining state of our nation. Cheerfully, of course.
I've also noticed something on a couple other blogs that I really love. (Why is it I only notice things when I'm being cynical?) And that is tags. Really good tags. Not just to the point tags. But sarcastic and rather funny tags. So I'm going to attempt to steal this idea and employ it in my own blog. Also, I plan on adding more source links. And links in general. Enjoy. And tell me if it gets annoying. I may not listen to you. But tell me. I like feedback.
My cup of coffee is gone. So I am now going to go try and be productive. Or something similar. Or something. Or at least go be nice. Yes, that is what I will do. I will go be nice. In fact, I think I'm going to make cookies.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Excuses
I was seriously planning to keep up with my blog more on this vacation. So to make myself feel better about failing to meet my own expectations I'm offering my excuse; I got very sick on Sunday. I barely got out of bed yesterday. And today I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with a kidney infection.
They put me on a bunch of different medications for pain, nausea, and to fight the infection. I should still be able to fly home to Oregon tomorrow, assuming things keep improving. And I do feel much better now that I'm medicated. There is no need to worry about me, but if you want to pray for me, I'd appreciate it. I need to get my energy levels up so I can fly tomorrow. I feel exhausted.
I should probably start packing now. Thanks, guys.
They put me on a bunch of different medications for pain, nausea, and to fight the infection. I should still be able to fly home to Oregon tomorrow, assuming things keep improving. And I do feel much better now that I'm medicated. There is no need to worry about me, but if you want to pray for me, I'd appreciate it. I need to get my energy levels up so I can fly tomorrow. I feel exhausted.
I should probably start packing now. Thanks, guys.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
[a witty title isn't here]
You should all know that by speaking to me you acknowledge that anything you say and do can and may possibly be blogged. So, for your viewing pleasure, a couple funny random comments by my brothers. Both of these were things I just walked into, so I really have no idea as to what the context was.
Daniel: Elisabeth is an evil composer musician genius. Rainor, on the other hand, is just evil.
Rainor: Daniel! Vampires are not people on steroids!
Also, I'd like to just state again how awesome my brother Rainor is. Dad lets us drive around in his convertible quite a bit. (And yes, I feel like a spoiled rich kid riding around in her daddy's sports car.) But the point is, my brother always lets me pick the music we listen to. Yeah, he's awesome.
More on the election later.
Daniel: Elisabeth is an evil composer musician genius. Rainor, on the other hand, is just evil.
Rainor: Daniel! Vampires are not people on steroids!
Also, I'd like to just state again how awesome my brother Rainor is. Dad lets us drive around in his convertible quite a bit. (And yes, I feel like a spoiled rich kid riding around in her daddy's sports car.) But the point is, my brother always lets me pick the music we listen to. Yeah, he's awesome.
More on the election later.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Elections, apathy, and all that jazz.
This has been the weirdest presidential election day for me in the history of my involvement with politics, which started when I was about 5 years old. Ever since I can remember election day has been filled complaining about how I'm not old enough to vote, gluing myself to Fox or to my computer to refresh Drudge every 5 seconds, hoping and praying that my candidate would win, and getting ready for "The Big Party" that starts down at GOP headquarters as soon as the polls close.
There is none of that today. I AM old enough to vote and because I live in Oregon I actually voted two weeks ago before I left on my journey East. I haven't turned on the TV on yet today, nor do I intend to at least until the polls close. I haven't even visited Drudge or Reddit today. I know Chuck Baldwin has no chance of winning and I'm indifferent about either Obama or McCain. And I don't really care to go down and hang out with a bunch of koolaide drinking Republicans at the moment. (And yes, my friends, you know who you are.)
It's not that I'm apathetic. I'm just.... not all that excited that the two main candidates our country nominated are both liberals and that we're going to have one of them in the white house next year. (Not that I'm in love with our current president, either, mind you.) What good does it do to get all excited anyway? I'm reformed, doesn't that make me exempt from being excited about anything? Maybe this IS apathy. Is this what apathy looks like?
So today I'm going to do all my normal things; surf the net, clean the house, go shopping, make dinner and play guitar. Then when the polls start closing on the East coast I'm gonna turn on the TV and watch the results come in with profound indifference. WHAT HAVE I BECOME!?!?!
P.S. if you live in Oregon and haven't voted yet, check out www.rickdancer.com . That's the ONE race I hold out any hope for this election.
P.S.S. I found this election day blog post entertaining.
There is none of that today. I AM old enough to vote and because I live in Oregon I actually voted two weeks ago before I left on my journey East. I haven't turned on the TV on yet today, nor do I intend to at least until the polls close. I haven't even visited Drudge or Reddit today. I know Chuck Baldwin has no chance of winning and I'm indifferent about either Obama or McCain. And I don't really care to go down and hang out with a bunch of koolaide drinking Republicans at the moment. (And yes, my friends, you know who you are.)
It's not that I'm apathetic. I'm just.... not all that excited that the two main candidates our country nominated are both liberals and that we're going to have one of them in the white house next year. (Not that I'm in love with our current president, either, mind you.) What good does it do to get all excited anyway? I'm reformed, doesn't that make me exempt from being excited about anything? Maybe this IS apathy. Is this what apathy looks like?
So today I'm going to do all my normal things; surf the net, clean the house, go shopping, make dinner and play guitar. Then when the polls start closing on the East coast I'm gonna turn on the TV and watch the results come in with profound indifference. WHAT HAVE I BECOME!?!?!
P.S. if you live in Oregon and haven't voted yet, check out www.rickdancer.com . That's the ONE race I hold out any hope for this election.
P.S.S. I found this election day blog post entertaining.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
My Search Engine Readers
I use sitemeter for my blog which is this spiffy program that tells me how many people visit my blog each day and a little bit about each reader. Using sitemeter I can tell where my readers internet connection is, what OS they are using, their screen resolution, what link brought them to my site, and what link they clicked out on.
Sometimes when I'm bored I browse through these for fun. There always seem to be people coming to my blog because it showed up in a google search that they did. It is so interesting to see what led them here. Sometimes it seems rather ironic that searching for certain phrases would lead them to blog, but so it is.
In honor of NaBloPoMo 2008 I am going to share a few exact searches with you. If you don't believe these led to my blog, google them yourself and see what you get!
"what if I'm actually stupid"
"dreaming of having a tattoo of a dragon"
"fake crocs"
"amusing football pictures"
More than five people have showed up on my blog from googling "sibling hierarchy". People have even reached by blog my searching for some variation of T.S. Eliot, Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh, and Ron Paul.
This all makes me wish that I understood search engines better.
Sometimes when I'm bored I browse through these for fun. There always seem to be people coming to my blog because it showed up in a google search that they did. It is so interesting to see what led them here. Sometimes it seems rather ironic that searching for certain phrases would lead them to blog, but so it is.
In honor of NaBloPoMo 2008 I am going to share a few exact searches with you. If you don't believe these led to my blog, google them yourself and see what you get!
"what if I'm actually stupid"
"dreaming of having a tattoo of a dragon"
"fake crocs"
"amusing football pictures"
More than five people have showed up on my blog from googling "sibling hierarchy". People have even reached by blog my searching for some variation of T.S. Eliot, Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh, and Ron Paul.
This all makes me wish that I understood search engines better.
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