Friday, October 14, 2005


Moving for the next couple of weeks, so may be sporadic here as things are packed and disassembled.

Question...does anyone know if the new 1 gigabyte mmc cards are compatible with the samsung p735?

Monday, October 10, 2005

I Hate the Balloon Fiesta

Go read this post at 'Burque Babble.

To me, the jillions of balloons scattered in the air kind of look like a giant sneezed 1970's colored boogers all over the sky.

Plus, there's all of those irritating out-of-state people (mostly from California, you've heard me complain about them before,) bragging about how they got green chilie on their breakfast burrito at the Frontier, just like the locals!

Well horay for you. Meanwhile, my state continues to be exploited by companies from your state and the only job I can get is one in a call center for a company...from your state...that cripples me with carpal and cubital tunnel syndrome causing me to be in constant pain.

Enjoy your burrito.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Oh Jeeze...

Maybe if we paid the earth some money, it would stop kicking our ass all the time?

There's been a hugely devistating earthquake in Asia, with an estimated death toll in the thousands.
ISLAMABAD, Pakistan - A huge earthquake triggered landslides, toppled an apartment building and flattened villages of mud-brick homes Saturday, killing thousands across a mountainous swath touching Pakistan, India and Afghanistan. The worst damage was in Pakistan, where the dead included 250 girls crushed at a school and 200 soldiers on duty in the Himalayas.

The casualty toll from the 7.6-magnitude tremor stood at more than 3,000 by early Sunday and was rising as rescuers struggled to dig people from the wreckage, their work made more difficult as rain and hail turned dirt and debris into sticky muck.
Check here for how to help.

Here are some good places to donate to, always.

Internatinal Federation of Red Cross Red Crescent Societies

Doctors Without Borders

Save the Children, just because I wanted a third one

Friday, October 07, 2005

Too sick to live...

Or to do anything active anyway. I woke up this morning feeling like I had a hangover, which would have been fine if I'd had anything to drink last night...uggggghhh...hopefully my work will forgive me for calling in at the last minute.

I may blog on my ill-found day off, but it will be slowly, painfully, and without any bright lights or loud noises.


So what's a good present to give your little sister who's turning 21? Tequila?

Monday, October 03, 2005

What the F...?

Is this normal? I'm the last person you'd call a civic scholar, so can someone tell me if it's terribly common for the president to nominate people to be a Supreme Court Judge who aren't even judges? Or even distinguished lawyers? Does George Bush just pick names from random out of his rolodex, or what? This seems to me to be as bad as Michael Brown the horse guy in charge of least Harriet Miers is in the same general field, I guess.

ADDED: Oh, I guess I should do some googling.
However, nearly a third of the 109 justices in U.S. history were not judges including Chief Justice William Rehnquist whose death led to John Roberts' elevation to the post. The justices now on the court had all been judges.
Still, this seems to be another clear example of Bush cronyism. Miers is definitely slavishly devoted to Bush.
Miers, 60, a longtime political ally of Bush's going back to his days as Texas governor, would be the third woman to serve on the Supreme Court if confirmed by the U.S. Senate. O'Connor was the first and Ruth Bader Ginsburg has been there since 1993.

Miers, a lawyer in Texas, was named by then-Gov. Bush to the state's lottery commission, and came to the White House for Bush's first term. In 2004 she was promoted to White House counsel when her predecessor Alberto Gonzales became attorney general.
So I guess Jon Stewart was right when he said Bush was just being a dick to Alberto Gonzales.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Wednesday Dolphin Blogging

Seigfried and Roy dolphins
Originally uploaded by plucky punk.
On payday I plan to finally pay for a Flickr Pro account so I can organize all the photos into nice little sets.

Meanwhile, enjoy this dolphin from the Seigfreid and Roy secret garden thingie.

Dolphins are cool. Evolution is neat.

Home, James

(Written 1:30 a.m. September 28th)

This trip has lasted ten thousand years, but I'm certain when I get back
to work on Friday it will seem like I wasn't gone at all. I hate that.

We have just crossed over the Hoover Dam in a frighteningly fast series
of switchbacks overlooking the scarily dry Lake Mead. The giddy
lurching week in Vegas is behind us. Brian and I have decided slot
machines are evil money stealers, but Stan has won plenty. It's good
that one of us has.

I am so tired. My feet are fairly blistered from walking the strip, and
the cartilege in my knees has been ground to pulp. I won't be doing any
walking, drinking, or eating for at least a day. All this hedonism is
hard work.

I will post the photos I took and links to the photos Stan and David
took as soon as everything is uploaded. For now I'm watching the
highway unfurl in front of us in the darkness and metidate on modern

Monday, September 26, 2005

Viva Las Vegas

Ahh Vegas. The only place where you can see fake New York, fake Paris,
and fake Deep Space Nine on the same day.

So far we have lost about twenty bucks to slot machines, not really with
the hope of winning anything but more like a sort of tribute to the city
for showing us such a weird time.

We have been twice awakened by the peircing fire alarm at the
craptacular Hotel San Remo, truly the worst hotel I've ever staid in.
We have had food both astoundingly bad (a gloopy shrimp scampi at some
hotel I have already forgotten the name of) and fantastically delicious
(orgasm-inducing steak at fake Paris).

I have done a good amount of drinking, but am still holding out for the
legendary fishbowl of rum and dry ice at the Star Trek bar at the

Two of the cooler things I've run across have been the circus acts at
the Circus Circus (which was otherwise kind of headache-inducing) and
the Seigfreid and Roy Secret Garden at the Mirage.

I have a new respect for Seigfreid and Roy. They are so cheesy it's
easy to write them off, but their animal habitats were quite nice, and
you could tell they do these things out of a genuine love for the

And as I was walking around desperately looking for something corny to
poke fun at, Brian goes on to tell me about how Roy's strength in
recovering from the tiger-related injuries has inspired him to recover
from his own concentration-camp related lingering anxieties. Sheesh.

I feel a little bit guilty having such a good, surreal, hedonistic
time. (Ahhh, so there's that liberal guilt I hear so much about...)
Someone should donate to the Red Cross to compensate for me becoming a
total capitalist while on vacation.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

The Other Side

There's something cathartically purging about driving all night and
arriving in another city in the morning. Like, you've beaten the
night's defensenses and have won new territory...

Okay, so that's a little efflusive.

Right now after an interesting night crossing desert into alpine into
desert again we are recuperating at the home of a lovely friend of
Stan's. Check in time at the hotel isn't for a few hours, and right now
I am just happy to be in another place.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

On the Road Again...

So, we are packing up the new car and going to Vegas. The good one, where you can drink and smoke while riding in an elevator and no one will tell you not to.

I plan to drink and dance and gamble just a little bit. Debauchery will ensue.

It's been a long time coming, this vacation.

I will update from the road. Sidekicks are cool.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Brownie does a heck of a job

So, in the Bush administration, I guess doing a good job only counts as doing so as long as the public doesn't notice how much you suck.

Last week, Bush told FEMA director Michael Brown that he was doing a "heck of a job."

Today, after Bush's approval ratings are in the thirties (and how are they even that high? Who on earth is still on his side at this point?) Michael Brown has resigned.
WASHINGTON - Federal Emergency Management Agency director Mike Brown said Monday he has resigned "in the best interest of the agency and best interest of the president," three days after losing his onsite command of the Hurricane Katrina relief effort.

Brown, under fire for FEMA's performance in the Gulf Coast, said he feared he had become a distraction.

"The focus has got to be on FEMA, what the people are trying to do down there," Brown told The Associated Press.
You have to give him a bit of credit. This is more than George Bush would ever do. But I'm sure now Bush will use Brownie's absence to heap all blame upon him. FEMA has now been set up to be a big fat scapegoat, deflecting any accountability from the president.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Living Hand to, eventually, Mouth

Yeesh...reading this post and these comments has practically given me an anxiety attack. I didn't grow up desperately poor (we always had enough to eat) but I was always the kid with the unfashionable Wal-Mart clothes and no lunch money. We also fell in that space between desperately poor and too well to do for any sort of assistance.

However, nothing can prepare you for what happens when you're homeless, as I was for two brief stints in my late teens. It takes years to get out of that moment-to-moment mindset. When you eventually have to slow down and do things like save money or plan for the future it's weird, because you're so used to not having a future.

If you've never slept in a public bathroom in the dead of winter, or agreed to do some rich kid's term paper so he'd let you into the common room of his dorm to sleep, or flirted with the guy at the deli so he'd give you a sandwich, or had someone shout 'Get a job!' at you while you were on the way to work, or slept in the storeroom of the convenience store in which you work while your friend on the graveyard shift watched out for the manager, or carried all of your possessions in a backpack so huge you knock into people standing behind you without realizing it, or caught your reflection in a plate glass window and thought 'Gee, I'm a bum now I guess,' you really don't know what it's like to be homeless.

I think the moment I really hit rock bottom was at one point (before I landed the valuable Store 24 job) while sparing for change, (something you feel bad about at first but takes just a few days without eating to get over, trust me) I realized that people wouldn't give me money with a sign that said 'Hungry' but with a sign that said 'Need Booze,' people would laugh and with a hearty "Well, at least she's honest!" plunk down some cash.

Coming back from homelessness is nearly impossible, and when you do so you can't believe your luck. Awhile back I got asked for change from a young punky girl in a store doorway and was taken aback because I still thought of myself as the asker, not the askee.

I wonder what happened to the homeless population of New Orleans. Was there any sort of effort to evacuate them?

Found the link via Body and Soul.


So Blogger finally got some image hosting.


Where was this like 3 years ago?

Monday, September 05, 2005

Welcome to Albuquerque

Hey, neat. Albuquerque gets to be on the news and it doesn't involve the bubonic plague, suing McDonald's, or losing nuclear secrets.

About one hundred evacuees (I gotta agree, refugees is too creepy,) from New Orleans have been set up in the Convention Center.
ALBUQUERUQUE, N.M. -- More than 90 evacuees from Hurricane Katrina are being greeted with teddy bears, flowers and applause at the Albuquerque Convention Center Sunday night.

Within hours after the announcement that Katrina victims would come, about 150 people had called a city information line to offer space in their homes.

Dozens of New Mexican volunteers clasped the stuffed bears to give to younger victims.

The volunteers cheered and clapped as the first exhausted-looking evacuees filed into the room.
To help them out, donate to the Roadrunner Food Bank, who by the way is in need of volunteers to help sort the donations.

I must admit that I feel a spark of pride at Albuquerque for stepping up to help. Although, I kind of want to warn those people they shouldn't go to UNM, then drop out and get a job at a call center, or else they'll find out why it's called the 'Land of Entrapment.'