Monday, February 27, 2006

I Always Loved This Painting!

Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher

Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.
And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.


You Are 66% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Nanovirus made a funny.

Read this joke over at Nanovirus's place:

Go on. Read it. I said read it! Now!


Thursday, February 23, 2006


As I've said before, I have a site meter on RI. It's run through, and they have a lot of nifty tools. Without paying a dime, I can learn a lot about the traffic that rolls through my site. Mostly, I get nifty lists, like this one:

Charlotte, North Carolina
Bridgewater, New Jersey
Charlotte, North Carolina
Bridgewater, New Jersey
Franconia, Pennsylvania
Durham, North Carolina
Ashburn, Virginia
Charlotte, North Carolina
Edmonton, Alberta
Charlotte, North Carolina
Charlotte, North Carolina
Bridgewater, New Jersey
Charlotte, North Carolina
Bridgewater, New Jersey
Kent, Ohio
Oswego, New York
Charlotte, North Carolina
Durham, North Carolina
Trenton, New Jersey
Charlotte, North Carolina

This is a list of the locations of the last twenty hits on my site. Combined with other information available to me, I can tell all kinds of nifty things about my traffic. So, I know with pretty decent accuracy when a few people of my acquaintance are visiting my site, and I must say, I'm upset that they aren't leaving any comments.

If you look at that list, it's pretty obvious that I'm getting some repeat traffic there, so I gotta wonder, if my site is so interesting, where's the comment love?!? Come on, folks. Lemme know you're out there. Don't make me have to go all "Big Brother Is Watching" on ya.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I Batman!

Here's a new entry in the Things You Hear category:

Me: "Hey, muchkin, you're a joker!"
Munchkin: "I not Joker......I Batman!"
Room at large: Much laughter.....

Gotta love it.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Too Many Google Hits On This Title - Edited

I removed this post's content because it was not anonymous enough. It gives out details of personal lives that went too far, in my considered opinion. I am still upset about what happened, but it drags people into the situation that don't deserve to be there. I'm sorry for doing that in the first place, and regret the immaturity that drove me to put it up in the first place. I have also deleted all comments, because they, too, contain details that are too personal for an anonymous blog.

Fresh Meat

Well, my new trainee/potential lab partner/flunky started a couple of weeks ago as expected, and so far, he's pretty cool. He's almost a decade younger than me, but we share a lot of interests in music and he at least has opinions about the environment and other science topics. That's pretty cool for the typical party-guy college kid that he seems to have been. He's a self-proclaimed ex-high school raver, after all. He's bound to have done some serious partying in college.

Speaking of music, though, he asked me if I was into Goth, and when I told him I was, he seemed a little surprised, but then brought up Marilyn Manson. I could help myself. I started to laugh at him. I then none-too-gently explained that good ol' MM was to Goth what Britney Spears is to Heavy Metal. He related a trip to a MM concert and seemed like he felt a little rebellious about it all, so I didn't squash him to much, though. I'll slowly introduce him to real Goth music as time wears on.

He hasn't quite learned his own limits yet, either. But that's cool, because it lets him come up with some stuff that no one else would think of. I'm a firm believer in the old adage that "Age and guile beat youth and strength every time", but a fresh perspective from a mind that thinks its bullet-proof is often useful when you need to shake things up, and our lab could use a good tooth-rattling bang or two. If history is any indicator, the daily grind will wear him down pretty quick, and after the first couple of times he gets screwed by a coworker, I imagine he'll wise up. But until then, I intend to encourage his idea-spewing. It shows he cares about his job and some of it's bound to stick.

That'll be important to his self-esteem later on down the road when the day-to-day BS starts to get to him. And it will. It gets to everyone, but he doesn't seem to have as many defenses against it as some. He's still a little idealistic. I'd like to preserve a little of that before his soul gets crushed by the sometimes hellish nature of our work environment. (In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little pissy about work right now. More on that later.)

All in all, I doubt he'll ever be comfortable with my circle of friends' full-on geekdom, but he's a good enough guy, he's shown some early interest in our Halloween activities, and he seems nice. Heck, I could be wrong about his comfort zone where geekness is concerned. He's not freaked at some of the books I've brought through the lab lately. Now if only his fiance doesn't hate us....


As the Black Mage said, "Sweet zombie Jesus on a pogo-stick!"

Other than the post about Philoman's new little girl, I've not written anything of consequence in weeks! Why is this, you ask? Well, there are a lot of reasons, and I'll get into them, but crap, am I cranky! Some of you out there may know what I mean, but I've never experienced withdrawal symptoms quite like this before, and I quit smoking about a year and a half ago, after several disastrous attempts. I'll admit, this no-writing streak didn't almost break up my marriage like one of those did, but jeebus, I've felt like shit for a while now.

I apologize for not keeping up, but it'll become obvious shortly as to why I have been lax, I assure you.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Philoman's New Reason For Living

Philoman and his wife just had the beautiful little bundle of joy pictured above, and since he's a bit busy right now, he's asked me to post his first picture for him. Rangy Lil' already favors her mother, and I can't decide if that's a good thing or not.

Congratulations, Philoman and family! We love you, man!

(cross-posted to Eight Geeks)

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Carnival Of The Godless #33

COTG #33 is up. Go on, take a look. You know you want to.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Warning: Self Indulgent Moping Below

I’ve been feeling very cut off lately. I know that part of it is the extra days I worked on the few weeks, then going to night shift. Part of it is that Thug Girl has gone over to another crew, and I don’t get my Fresh Meat until Monday morning. And part of it is that I’ve been sick, and that has consequences, like people avoiding me like the plague and me not being able to take my antidepressants. That’s a biggie, right there. I always seem to get mopey when I’ve been off my meds for a few days. Either that or really, really pissed off about, well, everything.

But that’s not all of it. There’s a lot of more contributing to this feeling or isolation, and I really need to explore it. And that means blogging about it. Ahh, gotta love the free therapy.

Another big chunk of my feelings of isolation come from the continuing tension between my family and me. Ever since the brouhaha back in the summer, I just don’t feel comfortable around them. Not because I’m still mad, since I’ve let it go. But I know they see me differently now, and I can’t shake the feeling that they don’t like what they see very much. This is supported by the lack of contact around birthday time. I usually get a card or two from the family. This year all I got was a message on my answering machine and an e-mail a couple of days later. Christmas wasn’t much better, even if we did go out there on Christmas day. They just don’t know how to relate to me anymore. Especially Dad. And I understand that. I don’t really even blame them. I just wish it weren’t so.

On top of that are my friends, who seem to be slowly slipping away. All of them.

Take Philoman, for example. Ever since he got married, he’s been drifting inexorably away. I’m pretty sure it’s because his wife doesn’t like me or the rest of my friends, although he denies it every time I try to bring it up. I wish he’d just go ahead and admit it, to himself and me, so we could work around it. I don’t have to be friends with his wife, although I’d like to be. She’s a perfectly nice woman. Philoman tells me that she “just needs to get to know me”. But then they never do anything with us, so she has no opportunity to “get to know me”. I’m in a Catch-22 there. She doesn’t really want anything to do with me and he can’t seem to admit that about his wife. Add in the fact that their baby is due any day now, and I don’t know if I’ll get to see Philoman outside of work at all this year.

Then there are my fundy friends, assuming you could even call them friends anymore, since they pretty much refuse to talk to me. I’ll admit I said some rough things about them, and I’m sorry that I did. I was angry, and it came out harshly. But, dammit, they hurt me a lot with their insensitivity, and they aren’t any better now. Their idea of a gesture to try to fix things was to buy me a new copy of the books they sold off on eBay in the first place, as if the actual books were the important thing about my beef with ‘em. I would have rather had them just admit that they had done something wrong, say “I’m sorry” and move the fuck on! I was willing to do that on the part of my actions, and still am. Unfortunately, they don’t seem capable of any of that, so I guess they’re pretty much out of the picture permanently. That’s sad, I suppose, but not surprising. Apparently, I intimidated at least one of them, and that’s no way to feel about a friend. You should at least approach equality in those kinds of relationships, or else they’re not friendships, but leader/follower relationships. I tend to gravitate towards the front of groups, but I don’t have to be in charge of everything or everybody all the time.

And then there are my “boring friends”. I knew that when Amberle’s family moved into the area that things would change, but it seems that ever since Ranson and Amberle bought their own place, I never see them anymore, and when I do, it always follows the same formula: arrive, spend approximately 1 hour playing with their 2 year old, spend approximately 1 hour eating and gossiping about the latest exploits of Amberle’s sister(s) and/or mother while trying to get the 2 year old to eat, spend approximately 1 more hour playing with the 2 year old while simultaneously talking geek-stuff with Ranson, wait approximately ½ hour while they put the 2 year old to bed, spend next hour playing a game while listening to the 2 year old try to entice one of us to get him out of his room, then we go home. Lather, rinse, repeat. And that’s when I can actually arrange time with them, which seems to be getting more and more rare. I was off for almost three solid weeks at Christmas time, and spent approximately 2 hours with them during that entire time. I didn’t even see them, or much of anyone else, on my birthday. They had other plans, although they did graciously invite me to join them. I appreciated that, but opted out. I didn’t want to intrude.

That leaves Aradia and her family. Her sister lives in Colorado, so we only see her about once every couple of years. Her parents are back in WV, so we only see them about three times a year. Her brother and his family live locally, and I see them quite a bit, but arranging work schedules is always a bitch, so it’s usually just a couple of hours every few weeks or so. And Aradia herself, well, when I actually get to spend time with her, she’s either working on school stuff or stressing about her dad. I understand both, and don’t want to intrude on the former and need to help her with the latter.

So, my life right now goes something like this: earn paycheck, do housework, blog for therapy, play five-year-old computer games. Like I said: lather, rinse, repeat.


"Loyalty to petrified opinion never broke a chain or freed a human soul..." -- Mark Twain


Fire does not wait for the sun to be hot,

Nor the wind for the moon, to be cool.

-- the Zenrin Kushu