...or maybe it is useful. Anyway:


You are Snoopy!!


Which Peanuts Character are you? (with pics)
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and...


You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be
poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and
creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.
Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.


What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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and...awwwww, shucks!
You're a kick ass friend.


How Good of a Friend are you?
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From the Vancouver Canucks Op Ed page. If you are a hockey fan, this is a must-read.

If you're not a hockey fan...well, go read it anyway and learn about something new today! ;-)

YOU ARE RULE 20(a)!

You are Rule 20, an important part of the Federal
Rules' policy of permissive joinder. You are
designed specifically to allow as many parties
in an action as can be tried efficiently, and
you'll include someone as long as there is some
factual overlap between a claim involving them
and the rest of the case at hand. You are
popular, out-going, and are never far from
friends. However, your overly gregarious
nature and magnanimous approach to all things
cause your closest friends to wonder that, even
when you're surrounded by your compatriots,
there is a part of you that feels cold and very
alone.


Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?
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Leaked Report Warns that Climate Change Might Bring Famine, War

...and it has absolutely **nothing** to do with being Politically Correct! :-)

Plug-and-Play
A new hire who doesn't need any training. "The new guy, John, is great. He's
totally plug-and-play."

Bookmark
To take note of a person for future reference, "I bookmarked him after
seeing his cool demo at Siggraph."

Glazing
Corporate-speak for sleeping with your eyes open. A popular pastime at
conferences and early-morning meetings. "Didn't he notice that half the room
was glazing by the second session?"

404
Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web message "404, URL Not
Found," meaning that the document you've tried to access can't be located.
"Don't bother asking him...he's 404, man."

Link Rot
The process by which links on a web page became as obsolete as the sites
they're connected to change location or die.

Dead Tree Edition
The paper version of a publication available in both paper and electronic
forms, as in: "The dead tree edition of the San Francisco Chronicle..."

Egosurfing
Scanning the net, databases, print media, or research papers looking for the
mention of your name.

Open-Collar Workers
People who work at home or telecommute.

Career-Limiting Move (CLM)
Used among microserfs to describe an ill-advised activity. Trashing your
boss while he or she is within earshot is a serious CLM.

Alpha Geek
The most knowledgable, technically proficient person in an office or work
group. "Ask Larry, he's the alpha geek around here."

Tourists
People who are taking training classes just to get a vacation from their
jobs. "We had about three serious students in the class; the rest were
tourists."

Gray Matter
Older, experienced business people hired by young entrpreneurial firms
looking to appear more reputable and established.

Nyetscape
Nickname for AOL's less-than-full-featured Web browser.

Beepilepsy
The brief seizure people sometimes suffer when their beepers go off,
especially in vibrator mode. Characterized by physical spasms, goofy facial
expressions, and stopping speech in mid-sentence.

Salmon Day
The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get
screwed in the end.

I'm A 1990s Geek

Cool, confident, and very powerful, you're the sexiest geek ever! Buckle in, your decade is one hell of a ride.

find your geek decade at spacefem.com

Reading the description, it makes sense, but I'm more partial to Gustav Klimt and Ansel Adams...

Your inner artist is Salvador Dali!

Okay, so maybe you don't dream about melted clocks, but you do share a hint of Dali's passion for the surreal. Let's face it--you've got a different way of looking at the world and that means that things aren't always as they may seem...It's not necessarily that you have a rich fantasy life--it's just that you can appreciate different perspectives and points of view. I mean who are you to say something can't exist? But even when you do come out of your dreamscapes, it's clear, like Dali, your feet are planted on terra firma. And your unique combination of inspiration and creativity are sure to spell success.

I hate doing laundry. I love to have clean clothes...but I find getting my flesh shredded by Billie when I try to comb her out or clip her nails is less painful than doing laundry.

But, in need of clean shirts and smalls, I toughed it out, and was nearly home free without too much aggrivation...when I went in to collect my dried clothes and some guy was in there starting a new wash load. He asked if he could start a load drying in one of the dryers (I had used the four that were in that laundry room). I told him I was planning to fold them...then noticed he'd dumped his wet clothes on the table I had planned to use to fold my clothes (the other table was piled with the finished laundry of someone who evidently forgot about their laundry). Of course, he very generously offered to let me take my time, but I dumped my clothes into the bin and dragged them back to the apartment to fold (shutting the cats out of the bedroom, much to their very vocal displeasure).

He couldn't understand my frustration...apparently it doesn't register in his mind that after spending $4.00 of my hard-earned money to DRY my clothes, it would have been pretty damned silly of me to put my clothes on a WET TABLE, now wouldn't it?

Asshole.

That's one area where living in Portland was better than the Bay Area. Most of the <30 y.o. apartments up there come with either washer/dryer or at least the hookups in the unit, so you don't have to put up with dumbasses who can't be bothered to time their laundry load and collect their stuff in a timely manner, or dumbasses like the guy noted above, or--my personal favourite--the asshole who stole my nice towels out of the laundry room!

Did I mention I hate hate HATE doing laundry?

Don't laugh. This, really is a good thing.

I've been around professional athletes off and on for most of my life. I've seen the lifestyle. At a very early age (I think it was age 6), I concluded that I never wanted to marry a professional athlete (no matter how dreamy Paul Coffey is!). But most people--heck, even most fans--have no idea what the life of a professional athlete is all about, much less knowing what life with them entails.

No, it's not all about the bling-bling, partying with superstars, living on vast estates and driving a different SUV every day. It's about dealing with women throwing themselves at these guys everywhere they go (I've seen so much of that and even as a six-year-old couldn't understand how a grown woman would so readily humiliate herself). And if your husband gets with the wrong bimbo (and, the groupies are mostly bimbos), you have to deal with the fallout (Kobe Bryant's wife is being scrutinized nearly as much as Kobe is).

During an NBA season (or NHL season, or NFL season, or MLB season...) your husband's life--actually the life of your entire household--revolves around the game. It centers on getting him ready for the game (and it is a day-long process), or getting him ready to go on the road.

Mostly, being a sports wife is about being alone. A lot. Unless you have children, then in that case you're a single parent throughout your husband's career. And when he gets traded...well there's options there. Pack up the house (mostly by yourself), pull the kids out of school and ship the whole lot off to a new town where you have to readjust and your kids have to readjust to a new town and new school. Or, if you don't want to uproot the kids in the middle of the school year, you live in City A, while your husband camps out in City B for the rest of the season.

So, basically, the life of the wife of a professional athlete is a lot of alone time punctuated with bursts of chaos getting the husband ready to play (or ready to travel). And, no, lots of money, lots of designer clothes, going to A-list parties (where you have to share your husband yet again), or lots of precious gems don't make up for missing your sweetie (and hoping he's not taking up with some Annie wherever he is).

While I've known a lot of pro athlete's wives who have been a little "whooooooooo", most of them were perfectly wonderful, bright, ambitious women. When I worked for a minor pro hockey team, I reached out to the wives/fiancees/girlfriends of some of the players (much to the chagrin of the coach/gm's assistant--and girlfriend--who seemed to want the players and their families to be dependent on her). And after dealing with the burden of supporting their husbands through career ups and downs, being uprooted once or twice a year and having to start over (and over and over) again, I sensed that they really appreciated the fact that I was interested in them and how they were adjusting to San Francisco (no easy task...especially if you're a francophone French-Canadian), instead of just talking to them to get access to their husbands.

So, I applaud these women for taking the initiative for assigning themselves their own identities (beyond "_______'s wife"). I applaud these women for educating themselves...not just academically, but also in terms of day-to-day life issues like personal finance and even having psychologists and marital therapists speak to the network.

As far as I'm concerned, "Behind the Bench" is the most positive thing--and about the only positive thing--about the NBA. I hope that the wives in the other major league sports build (or have built) a similar network (I know some NHL teams have a strong Wives association, but have never heard about a league-wide effort). And beyond that, I'd love to see the wives across all the major leagues (and minor leagues) network as well.

...resides in Washington, D.C. With every day that passes under the current U.S. regime, more and more of the basic civil rights of American citizens get put through John Ashcroft's shredder.

The latest assault? The US Justice Department is now trying to get hold of the hospital/doctor records of some abortions. In case you didn't get that, let me break it down for you: The government is actively invading the privacy of Americans by prying into their personal medical records!

Roe v. Wade isn't as much about giving women the "right" to an abortion as much as it is a protection of Americans' right to privacy and due process granted under the Fourteenth Amendment to the US Constitution. Abortion is a medical procedure and is a decision that is between a woman and her physician. No other person, and certainly no state or federal entity has any business getting involved in the medical decisions made between any person (woman or man) and their physician.

My great fear right now is that by the time the presidential election rolls around in November, there won't be anything left of the America our Founding Fathers built. I'm beginning to wonder if we'll even be allowed to vote, if we're not Republican. This regime is pulling apart the fabric of our nation, one thread at a time.

Of course, we all know that Ken's fear of commitment to Barbie (they've "dated" for 43 years...I do believe that beats the Oprah Winfrey/Steadman Graham record!) was down to Ken being gay (I mean come on...the fake tan, and that hair was just soooo obvious, and I don't even have "gaydar").

I'll look forward to a cat fight between them over "Blaine" the Aussie boogie border.

who finds it rather curious that George W. Bush's papers saying he really did serve out his National Guard duty were suddenly released...after his rather disastrous (according to many who have seen it) showing on "Meet The Press".

Of course, the Bush apologists all want to know how Bush's service or his using his connections to get out of having to serve in Vietnam could possibly be relevant. I look at it this way: He had no issues with skirting Vietnam by using his daddy's connections, while his peers were sent there to fight a politician's "war". It seems to have not mattered to Bush that his peers either came back in body bags (if they came back at all), or were physically and mentally shattered by the experience.

Fast forward 35-40 years and Bush has the unmitigated gall to turn up on an aircraft carrier in a flight suit, as if he is some war hero, when in fact he sits comfortably in the Oval Office (or Camp David, or at the ranch in Texas...) while he sends young men and women to Iraq to fight and die and come home physically and emotionally broken from fighting his politician's war. He has never participated in combat and he has never had a child in harm's way in a war zone.

Someone who faces getting his hands dirty by insisting someone else (or someone else's children) do the dirty work for him is not a leader. He's a poseur.

What the hell is it about 3am Monday mornings lately?

Two weeks ago, I woke up around 3am with that migraine. Last week my neighbours were having a domestic at 3am (I still don't know which neighbours it was). And last night/this morning it was Billie in and out of the litterbox with a urinary tract infection (that set me back >$300, thankyouverymuch).

Am I just doomed to never again get a full night's sleep Sunday night--->Monday morning?

Bleh.

Ahem. Just making a test with Ecto. May be more tests over the next several days as I tweak things in my (ha!) "spare time".

Today would have been my mother's 62nd birthday. I close my eyes and try to imagine my mother in her 60's and no picture forms in my imagination. It's just blank. Like I said, weird.

Following my friend's lead, I re-took this quiz. I was John Adams last time too.

http://www.matthewbarr.co.uk/simpsons/

No surprises here, either...I'm Lisa Simpson.