Friday, October 29, 2004

Everybody loves the F word!

So the topic of my birthday came up at work today (I didn't raise it, I swear). We usually bring in goodies and whatnot and sing at each other when it's someone's birthday, and co-workers mentioned that they needed to decide what they wanted to do for mine. Yesterday we were also discussing birthdays, and several of us agreed that it would be funny to make a cake that said "Happy Fucking Birthday, Stupid," except that the recipient of such cake may not take it in the intended jovial spirit. So today I told them that I wanted such a cake. I was serious--I would feel honored to receive said cake. My co-workers laughed and said that would be pretty funny, but I know that between now and the big day, someone will suggest that such a cake would be "inappropriate" for the "office environment." To that I say ... well you can imagine what kind of response I would have. It would be inappropriate, of course.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

I wish to expend great effort trying to win a crummy T-shirt ....

So one of my favorite wastes of time on the web, Spamusment, is having a contest. All you have to do is take a photo of a real-life "re-enactment" of your favorite Spamusment cartoon, and if your entry meets some probably arbitrary and completely subjective criteria for being "the best," you can win a silly T-shirt. I can't wait to enter. First step is to figure out which cartoon is my favorite. On a lo-carb diet? Not anymore.. is funny, and I think I may be able to talk a co-worker into posing for it, seeing as how it involves doughnuts and all. I'm also fond of Who likes Masturbators? and Look Out For Your Family. I'd need to assemble a cast for those. I could pull off Never been Easier on my own. I would only need a couple of people for It's not even Funny When You Do That (hmmmm, a project for the Little Debbie Nutty Bars? We could have joint custody of the T-shirt ...)

Anywho, the deadline is Nov. 14, so I better get cracking. If anyone else wants to enter we could have a "Spamusment Contest Collaboration Day" at Ooh La Latte where everyone shows up with their ideas, props and cameras and collaborates ...

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

But seriously ...

So while white Americans are spending lots of money and time to adopt Russian, Chinese and Guatamalan babies, the US is "exporting" black babies to folks in places like Canada, Germany and the Netherlands. It's funny that the writer of the article goes to great pains to come up with as many reasons besides racism that this is so. For example, maybe they "are not sure it is in the best interest of the child to be raised in a white environment." (Yeah, I hear the schools really suck.) And "whites often are uncertain whether they can provide the child with cultural exposure to the African-American community."

The thing about these reasons is that, though they may reflect sincere good intentions on the part of potential adopters, they are completely about racism. They reflect the fact that American society is racist to the core, to the point that it's just understood that a black child raised in a "white environment" will pretty much be treated as a martian. And it just proves out how racially polarized the country is that white people couldn't imagine being able to give a black child "exposure to the African-American community." Lots of white folks spend a lot of money and effort avoiding "the black community." A lot of my co-workers wouldn't ever imagine coming to Durham (where about half the population is black) outside of being strapped to a gurney on its way to Duke Medical Center. Even here in Durham, in my own neighborhood, a black man on a bicycle prompts people to call the cops and write a panicky letter to the e-mail list alerting the neighbors. (I told Mark that he must wear his helmet while riding not just to protect his head, but so the people in the neighborhood will think he's just out for a bike ride and not looking for folks to mug.)

What a deformed place this is.

(Addendum: I just clicked on a link from the story mentioned above to another story from last year about how some Americans are adopting kids from Africa. Apparently it's a tiny fraction of the number of kids who are adopted from Russia and China, but still interesting in light of the article about black babies being adopted abroad. One of the factors cited in the article about African adoptions is how much cheaper it is, when the article about black American babies being "exported" points out how low the adoption fees for black babies are compared to white babies or international adoptions. I still can't figure out Americans, and I've lived here all my life ...)

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On a completely different subject, I was looking for a pirate eye patch at Party City tonight when I saw a totally goth guy looking at costumes. Maybe he was shopping for someone else ...

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Where am I and why am I here...

All day long I've been seeing articles about Ashlee Simpson getting caught lip-synching on Saturday Night Live, which leads me to the question: Who the fuck is Ashlee Simpson?

Remember the good old days when SNL had cool music like Elvis Costello, Talking Heads and Devo? Kids these days and the music they listen to ...

Speaking of music, I now have in my possession WXDU's copy of Steve Lieberman's new cd "Arbeiter At the Gate." I'd stay home and stay up late to see him on SNL ...

Mark said the vet called and Lucy's fine with newly clean teeth.

Worry, worry ...

My little champion is getting her teeth cleaned today. They have to put dogs under for that, so I'm just going to do nothing but worry all day. I'm just afraid that they're going to give her the wrong dose and she's not going to come out of it. Then I would have to go all Texas Chain Saw massacre on the veterinary office and all it's employees ... I really hope they get it right.

Hello ...

Is Tuesday too late to blog what happened Saturday? I've been suffering from some back pain (a co-worker speculates that it's problem with my sacroiliac joint, and that sounds reasonable to me), which makes me tired and cranky and useless. So I haven't felt like writing (or doing much of anything, really).

But Saturday I soldiered through the pain for the Chicks Rock "DIY Day." I took a mind-boggling array of photos--so many that just looking through them to pick out the best is going to take a while. My favorite part of the day was the "Build An Art Car" workshop, led by the lovely and talented Ms. Sarah O., whose Undersea Mah Jongg mobile is truly a sight to behold. Here's how it all began:

art car

The theme for this car is "Chicks Rock." I'll post more photos at some point. It was quite a lot of fun and it's made me really want to turn the Pantsmobile into an art car. I have to pick a theme first--"Pantsmobile" is cool but I'm not sure how to carry it out. I could stencil pants all over the car, but I want toys and things ... do they make toy pants? I've never seen any. I was thinking that a barnyard theme would be fun because then I could put little toy livestock all over my car. Or maybe just a goat theme--goats rock! Anyway, I welcome suggestions.

The DIY day also featured workshops on silkscreening, zinemaking, starting your own record label and vegan cooking, plus a great show by Rocketfire Red, Regina Hexaphone, Bellafea and des_ark. It was exhausting but fun.

I was very useless on Sunday, and then I decided to use some of the comp time I earned getting the fair up an running to lie about all day Monday in lieu of showing up for work. But I didn't completely lie about--our awesome neighbor Paul used the power of his pickup truck to bring us a load of mulch. So Mark and I spread most of it--I've been way to lazy and-or busy to weed, so I figured covering all the weeds in mulch would at least make the place look presentable. It looks lovely.

Now I must work because I haven't yet figured out a better way to receive a regular paycheck.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Just for the record ....

I'd like to announce that the use of a toy piano in indie pop/rock is hereby officially done to death.

Thank you and have a pleasant day.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Hey, I'm going to be a "speaker" ...

I've been asked to give a talk on flyball to the Durham Kennel Club next month, basically just explaining what it is and how it works. Not only do I feel a bit honored that they asked me, but apparently they are going to pay me. Now I've got to come up with a presentation worth being paid for.

But in even more exciting news, I managed to convince a co-worker, whom I promised not to identify, to act like an animal for a photograph. He chose a dog:

do the dog

This wasn't just for the hell of it--I'm competing in a game called "chase" over at Flickr (the real reason this blog has been so boring lately--I'm spending all my time playing with pictures), and we have to get specific photgraphs to win. What I really need most is a shot of two people sharing a dessert, with bonus points for it being a "candid." Maybe I should go hang out at Francesca's sneaking photos of people ...

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

It's a winner!

I just learned via the board meeting minutes sent out to the WXDU list that my dolphin design has been approved for the new T-shirts (some other design was chosen for the tote bags). That makes me happy

I still have to work on a special design requested by Niku.

I wonder where my next Dr. Pepper is coming from ...

Monday, October 18, 2004

I feel like a trained seal ...

I volunteered to take a particularly tedious job off my boss's hands today. She brought me a Dr. Pepper.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

recovery mode ...

I'm almost recovered from my intense week of adventure doing my small bit to get the "Big Annual Event" up and running. Yesterday I was exhausted (plus I had a migraine all day), and today I just felt like doing very little. I have a whole slew of cds that I need to review but I haven't had time for all week, but I don't even feel like listening to music. It's pretty bad when I don't feel like istening to music.

The lasting legacy of my week is new addiction to Dr. Pepper. I love Dr. Pepper but I don't often allow myself to drink soft drinks (or "pop" as they call them in the midwest). They're just plain bad for you. But while I was working at the Big Annual Event Site, we had access to free sodas and bottled water--I guess they realize it's not fair (heh heh) to make employees pay the mega-inflated prices for drinks that the event vendors charge. (Don't worry, the annual event is self-funded through its own revenues, so NC taxpayers' money did not contribute to my Dr. Pepper addiction.) Anyway, when your blood sugar is running low and someone presents free sugared soft drinks, it's easy to think "oh, one Dr. Pepper isn't going to kill me." I used that justification many times over the past week. So now I've been craving Dr. Pepper all weekend. I'm trying to switch that craving back to beer, which I consider a far healthier beverage.

Party on, y'all.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

I have 5 minutes ...

So I've been working out at the state fairgrounds today, getting everything all ready for the state fair (which starts tomorrow). Earlier today my boss and I were painting the facade of this exhibit called The Ark ('cause it's full of animals) for the third time because the first two times it rained on our wet paint (ha ha! We were getting the Ark ready and it rained on us! Good times ...) Anyway, these evangelicals came by handing out gifts--little bags with soap, toothpaste, washcloths--all the kinds of things you might be in need of if you traveled from town to town and slept 20 people to an RV. The guy handed it to me and said "Here's a little gift. It's from God. He wants you to have a wonderful day." "Holy shit, toiletries from God?" I said. "Fuckin' A, that rocks!" OK, I'm kidding. What I really said was "No thanks, the devil's already been by and we're all set for toiletries today." OK, OK, I really just said thank you very much, I'm sure I'll have a swell day and you do the same. But inside I was thinking "Does he really think I believe that God is sending me toiletries?" After the guy left, my boss said, "That guy thought we were carnies!"

The really sad thing is that it was pretty much the highlight of our day. Oh well, back to work with me ...

Monday, October 11, 2004

They don't deserve my art ...

I heard through the grapevine that my proposed WXDU T-shirt design has not been appreciated by the entire board of directors. I will not let The Man stand in the way of my art!

Slacker ...

Somebody isn't being very good about updating her blog lately. She apologizes. She's too busy to have any original, insightful or interesting thoughts.

But she will tell you that the cd "How it Ends" by DeVotchKa is fantastic.

Ack, she has to go work now.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

It's that time again ...

Please prepare for six months of me complaining about how cold it is.

In other news, I'll be doing Mondo Mundo today on WXDU from 1-3 pm. Thanks to Georg for sending out his "it's Lisa's turn so I better remind the Mundoites of the fall schedule" e-mail.

I have to go in to work tomorrow because I have much to do--It's almost time for the NC State Fair and all the kiddies are depending on me to make it fun and educational. Actually, nothing I'm doing will contribute to their fun, but I am trying to make it educational. Did you know that a mule is only a mule if the cross was between a donkey jack (boy donkey) and a horse mare? If you cross a horse stallion with a donkey jennet (girl donkey) you get what is called a "hinny."

Thanks for stopping by.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

A crowded agenda ....

Wow, in contrast to previous days, today I'm bursting with tales to tell ....

1. People In My Neighborhood Are Stupid, Part ... um, I can't keep track.
There have been several reports of missing residential trash carts in the neighborhood, along with sightings of residential trash carts where they don't belong. Clearly there is some crime syndicate involving residential trash carts at work ... anyway, today some moron posts to the neighborhood scare list that his trash cart is missing. Then he writes "My wife watched a guy (she says he looked like a teenager) outside our apartment with a garbage bag, put the bag in the can/cart and wheel it away. She says he was looking around warily before taking it. She called the police to report the theft." Am I weird in thinking that if someone is about to wheel away my garbage cart perhaps I should go ask where the hell they think they are going with my garbage cart? Am I the only person who wouldn't stand and watch while someone stole my shit? No wonder people are stealing stuff from yards and sheds around here--my moron neighbors don't know any better than to stand there and watch themselves get ripped off.

2. Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it?
I had to go out into the wilds of Raleigh and forage for my lunch today, and along the way I took a lot of photos, including this one. As I was taking it, I was challenged by a security guard because Progress Energy "forbids" anyone from taking photos of their building. Ha! Fat chance! I challenged her to a duel and won. Not really, but I did manage to make her go away ... I think I made her realize that they don't pay her enough to deal with people like me.

3. Somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here ...

I was walking today about a block from the site of the "older lady" incident--actually I think I had stopped to take this photo--and a guy walking by stopped and said "Excuse me." I turned and reluctantly said "Yes?" expecting to get panhandled. He said "I just wanted to tell you that you are a very nice looking young lady." My jaw is still bruised from hitting the ground. I said thank you and he just went on his way. I think someone's messing with me ...

4. That's right, you're in my damn driveway!
So last Friday night my next-door neighbors had a party. I was stading in their front yard, and a guy drives up and very painstakingly parks blocking my driveway. He wasn't quite as blatant as the guy last week, but he was still beyond the curb cut. So as he was struggling to get out of the car--he was most definitely drunk--I asked him if he had intended to block my driveway or if it was accidental. He said "Am I in your driveway?" I showed him where the curb ended and the driveway began and said "You're not the first one." He moved, of course. Maybe he'll tell all his friends ...

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

lookie what I did today ...


wxdu t-shirt design
Originally uploaded by bunchofpants.

I've got very little to say, but I have been busy thinking visually (see above). This is a proposed design for the new WXDU T-shirts. Our music director suggested the concept. There are a million other proposed slogans that I can try to come up with designs for if I feel like it.

Mr. Pants quit his job yesterday. I'm so jealous. Oh well, eventually he's going to have to get another one, and then maybe it will be my turn to quit for a while ... We joke that we need to get a puppy now, because the last two times I was unemployed we got puppies (makes sense--someone's home to housetrain 'em, right?) But I would have to pick out the dog--last time I let Mr. Pants pick we ended up with a very "special" dog

Monday, October 04, 2004

I'm jealous ....

I think Mark may have quit his job today. Or he's going to quit tomorrow. It's a long story ... OK, not really so long, but beside the point. The point is, it's a really beautiful day for quitting a job.

It was a pretty good weekend ....


ribbons
Originally uploaded by bunchofpants.

I know, I know, I'm bragging, but indulge me for a moment. Lucy and I did pretty well in our agility trial this weekend. I could go on and on about it but unless you're an agility person it will sound like the ravings of a lunatic (e.g. "I got two new Qs!"). But look at the pretty ribbons! (We also got a dog toy with each of these ... people look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them that's all you get when you win. They don't understand why people would do this if there's no money to be won).

Anyway, I'm tired and good for nothing today.

Friday, October 01, 2004