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Happy Muthas Day!

Listening to:	nothing
Reading:	snowcrash
Weather:	81, sunsetting

The umbrella trees suddenly popped up, and the hummingbirds are back. Gotta vote in the primaries on Tuesday. Had a yummy meal at Voyagers today with liv and lar, and spring was working there. Taped and watched Scotland, PA, a really cool movie on Sundance. A modern Macbeth meets McDonalds story, complete with Christopher Walken. All in all, a grooving sunny day.
posted by cat mcconnell 8:39 PM

Saturday, May 08, 2004

Slammin Mother's Day Eve

Listening to:	Sam Bush, Glamour & Grits
Reading:	Snowcrash, which kicks ass
Weather:	80, partly cloudy, also kickass

Even though some loud military helicopter just flew very low over my house, this is a smashing day. I flipped him off, hope he saw.

There are a few people I know here in the metaverse whom I have never met in this other 'verse. One of those is siggimus. I can't remember how I stumbled into him, but I check his blog now and again. I think he's flavor of scandinavian, and I like his outlook, or at least what I can see from the blog's eye view. Anywho, long intro, I followed a link on his blog to one of those quizzy things that maps your political predilections on a matrix. Here's what it came up with for cat.

Plants! I planted several of the morning glories I had started from seed in a window boxy thing today on my kitchen porch. rocknroll. I also planted a storebought tomato plant in with my heirloom plant that I kept alive all winter, both in a big pot on the front porch. They both have flowers!!

CSS XHTML? Uh, I know how to throw a few tags around, mainly I learn from cool shit I see on other people's pages, view source, rip and personalize code, but I don't really understand the fundamentals, unfortunately. So is CSS the wave of the future, or XHTML? Are they the same thing? What are they?

Tomorrow my free 2 weeks of Rhapsody runs out. I believe I have gotten somebody's money's worth out of it.

Tonight I believe I'll head out to the Blue Moose to see Jim Truman and Billy Matheny.

PS Rummy, instead of demanding your immediate resignation for doing such a supremely shitty job as secretary of war, how bout we negotiate. You can stay, but in 6 months, you and your boss and the rest of your fascist cronies get the fuck out of the white house! Deal?
posted by cat mcconnell 2:44 PM

Thursday, May 06, 2004

and another thing Cracked up reading some of these Tshirts from Stuct.com

Here's a little gif I manipulated in Photoshop tonight.
posted by cat mcconnell 9:45 PM

Twisting TV As Entertainment

Listening to:	Celestial Horses, Bruce Cockburn
Reading:	Snow Crash, by Neal Stephenson
Weather:	68, summery night

I 'neaked outta work a little early today, cruised home, and vegged in front of the TV. On WE, the Women's Entertainment network, was some movie with Elizabeth Shue, almost mildly entertaining. But what really had me giggling were the commercials. They kept saying shit like "Mother's day all week with movies everynight this week. On We." Not funny, you say? Well, hear it rather than read it. It sounds like "Mother's day. . .everynight this week. Ennui." Yeah, over and over, it's like they were ADMITTING this shit is deadly fucking boring.

Fricking Disney is refusing to permit its subsidiary Miramax to distribute Michael Moore's new film "Fahrenheit 911" ANYWHERE in North America. Imagine that, the cartoon king censors the anti-corporatist art. Like my friend Kent said, 2004 or 1984? Actually, it's probably been heading this way since at least 1948.

And in other news, the smiling torturing American soldier in all the photos of humiliated (and one dead) Iraqis is a West Virginian. Great.

Want to get depressed without reading the papers? Listen to some Nick Drake, like The Way to Blue. Holy shit, very gorgeous, and deeply sad stuff.
posted by cat mcconnell 9:29 PM

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Cheatfest

Listening to:	Jeff Beck, Cause We've Ended as Lovers
Reading:	Snow Crash
Weather:	30, sunny

Liv and I headed out to cheatfest Saturday morning around 9:15 to take Dan's EZup to Gail. Our truck was loaded with camping stuff, but we were open to the possibility of coming home if the weather wasn't sufficiently campy.

Lovely day. We set up the monster tarp (40') between 3 trees and my truck, with the bed of the truck completely under the tarp. Also hung up my tiedye mandala sheet, no reason not to fly the freak flag. Perfect. The only thing we forgot was the propane. But there was righteous food (sushi!) and we had sandwiches and whatnot, so no worries. We both bought last year's teeshirts for half price, such kickass shoppers. The fest was fun. The music was all twang all the time, which isn't my favorite flavor, but seeing all the groovesters was fun. Weather was splendid, one thunderstorm which dumped quite a bit of rain, but it wouldn't be Cheatfest without that. And I was safely in Gail's booth, holding the beautiful baby Benjamin (Robert and Leslie's 10 week old), so it didn't dampen my day at all. After the rain it cooled off nicely.

Larry got utterly trashed by about 5pm. I found him on the lawn, showed him where our campsite was, and he proceeded to lean against my truck for hours speaking in tongues. Olivia was a bit spooked by it. Eventually we decided to crash, and Liv said "what are we going to do with Dad"? "Uh, nothing?" Not a satisfying answer for her. It was getting a bit cold, and she was worried about him. So we walked him over to his truck, which was in the lot all the way at the river. He could barely walk. We put him in his truck, and there he slept. She was worried he'd wake up and go in the river. He didn't, we checked on him in the morning before we broke camp. Loser. Good lesson for liv, though one she doesn't want to learn again.

Sunday I crashed all afternoon. Love sundays. Only minor annoyance was the phone ringing. Unfortunately I have a client who calls me at home, and I had another work related call, both of which I let the machine handle.

Yesterday I did a presentation on DV in Later Life for the DV and Faith Communities conference in Flatwoods. The best part was getting to listen to Snow Crash on the way down and back. Damn, this book rocks! Starts out rocking, as the Cosa Nostra Pizza Deliverator is about to miss his 30 minute mark, but the skating courier who 'pooned his car saves the day.

Gorgeous day on tap for today. Sweet!
posted by cat mcconnell 7:35 AM