August 17, 2009

Squirrel squirrel squirrel squirrel

Filed under: Boring Personal Stuff,Random — Etakeh @ 2:29 pm

squirrel

When I was a kid, it seems like we went on a lot of road trips. Either that, or those are just the happy things I remember most. One of the best parts was the songs. This was before 18-disc cd changers and ipod and all that, we just had our voices. And some sick songs my mom taught us.

a couple of them are on this site.

That particular one was a favorite. I don’t think we thought of it as being racist back then, it was more about the “crazy old man” than the “from china” part.

One not listed was one that incorporated nursery rhymes into it, and was a game to see if we could come up with another one quickly.

Such as:

Little Miss Muffett
Sat on her tuffett
eating her curds and whey
along came a spider
who sat down beside her

and threw her out the window, the window
the second story window
if you can’t sing a rhyme and sing it on time
we’ll throw you out the window

at which time is was someone else’s turn.

It was on one of these road trips where I realized that the word “squirrel” is really weird if you say it too many times. It loses all meaning. (Picture taken from this site, which deserves its own post)

August 14, 2009

Mailing Lists: Why They Suck

Filed under: Boring Personal Stuff — Etakeh @ 4:22 pm

I sent this email today:

I would like my name to be taken off your mailing list. I have been getting advertisements for the Gerber Life Insurance baby plan. My baby was stillborn. It’s rather upsetting to have these ads come to me now.

My name and address are:

[omitted]

Thank you very much for your consideration.

August 7, 2009

Job Hunters!

Filed under: Boring Personal Stuff — Etakeh @ 4:17 pm

Today, I’m applying for a job with this as part of the description:

WORKING CONDITIONS

One of two principal employees to have contact with evidence submitted to the lab. This includes handling of any of the following packaged evidence: bloody and odoriferous clothing and objects; loaded and unloaded firearms; potential explosives; knives; broken glass; protected and unprotected syringes; urine; blood; misc. biological material, body parts and specimens which may come from diseased persons or poisoned animals; frequent visual exposure to crime scene pictures and evidence being worked in the lab. Works in an environment that is routinely exposed to caustic, carcinogenic and flammable chemicals, and toxic fumes that are hazardous to humans. Must be physically capable of lifting or maneuvering cumbersome and sometimes heavy containers.

Whooohoo!

August 1, 2009

It’s just not fair!

Filed under: Boring Personal Stuff — Etakeh @ 9:18 am

Remember, think back to the 80′s movie Labyrinth. She says, “But that’s not fair!”, to which he replies, “You keep saying that. Makes me wonder what your basis of comparison is.”

I had an “it’s not fair” day yesterday. Happens every so often. I’ll see something that I’ve seen a hundred times, or hear something, or whatever – and for some reason, it just strikes me in a particular way.

Yesterday, it was two women, mother and daughter, and the two small children of the daughter. Obese, nearly crippled, talking about nothing but their medical conditions and what treatment they were undergoing. My first thought was, “I’m glad my mom was always in reasonable shape and not bad looking, I’d hate to go through growing up knowing that I’d turn into my mother if she wasn’t.”

Yes, it was a very uncharitable thought – but face it, it’s true. Growing up is hard enough, when you add that your genes will probably make you insanely overweight and needed a cane to haul yourself around, it would be downright depressing.

Anyway. By the middle of the bus ride home, I had another, even less pleasant thought. “It’s not fair”.

The gist of it was this. Why do other people get to have kids, but I didn’t? Why, when this woman so clearly has bad genes, did she get to have live babies, and I didn’t? IT’S NOT FAIR.

There are plenty of arguments against this line of thought, starting with, “it was your own genes that killed your baby”, and “your family is filled with depressed alcoholic arthritis sufferers, who the hell are you to talk?”. But really, since when are the feelings related to death and motherhood subject to reason? Yeah.

In any case, I’m over it today. Mostly. I mean, it’s still there, but at least I’m not fighting back tears on the LTD bus because of it. I’m glad I had kittens to go home to. At least I was able to keep these babies alive. (wow, did that sound bitter?)

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