I wished I had penned that line, but, alas, I have to give Andy Stochansky the credit for those words of wit and wisdom. The line wasn't actually even penned; it was part of the banter between Stochansky and Ani Difranco during one of her concerts when he was playing drums for her.
My inner child is coffee. It really is. My whole life is coffee.
When I first started drinking coffee, my dad would load it up with sugar and milk for me. I was probably about 5. It was light and sweet and oh-so-good, just like me.
In high school, I discovered iced coffee. So, even though it was still light and sweet, there was now a bit of frostiness added to it. Yep, that was me during high school.
I drank iced coffee for years after that, but as time wore on, and I became more comfortable in my own skin, I added warm coffee to my diet (heh heh). And a lot of it. I guess I was trying to fill myself up with what I had been missing all those years.
And now I'm here, drinking my morning coffee, which is warm and lightened with a little cream. No need for the sugar; I no longer need that high.
Did that analogy suck or what?
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
This will be my next tattoo
It's going on the center of my back. It's a part of a much larger project I've got in mind-- an entire faerie land taking up the whole of my back. It'll probably take me a few years to complete, but it's gonna be so worth it.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Maybe you should train Jelly
I read an article last week on Yahoo news about this guy and his heroic cat.
The guy had a heart attack or something, and, supposedly, his cat dialed 911. No, seriously.
When officers arrived at the home, they found the man unconscious on the floor and his faithful cat there, waiting beside them. There was a phone with huge buttons on it sitting on the floor on the other side of the room off the hook, as well.
They called an ambulance, raced the guy to the hospital, and his life was saved. They later interviewed him to see what had happened.
He had told them he had gotten the cat a couple of years prior to help lower his blood pressure (pets seem to calm people down). He saw that the cat was pretty smart right away, so he thought maybe he could train the cat to help him out if he ever needed it.
He said he had purchased a phone with large buttons on it that were programmable. He placed the phone on the floor so the cat could easily access it, and, somehow trained the cat to push the 911 button in case of an emergency.
He also said he wasn't sure the training had ever took up until that point because there had never been a reason to dial 911 before.
The police themselves were baffled because it really did look like the cat had called them. When dispatch got the call, there was no one on the other end of the line, and, when they called back, the phone line was busy. So, they decided to send a car out just in case.
My question is: How do you train a cat to know what an emergency is? And how do you get the cat to ONLY push the button during this said emergency? I mean, the guy was never in the can a little too long, long enough to make the cat nervous and dial? The guy never left for the day, and the cat decided to try out his newly learned skill?
The whole thing, while sweet, is a little hokey to me.
The guy had a heart attack or something, and, supposedly, his cat dialed 911. No, seriously.
When officers arrived at the home, they found the man unconscious on the floor and his faithful cat there, waiting beside them. There was a phone with huge buttons on it sitting on the floor on the other side of the room off the hook, as well.
They called an ambulance, raced the guy to the hospital, and his life was saved. They later interviewed him to see what had happened.
He had told them he had gotten the cat a couple of years prior to help lower his blood pressure (pets seem to calm people down). He saw that the cat was pretty smart right away, so he thought maybe he could train the cat to help him out if he ever needed it.
He said he had purchased a phone with large buttons on it that were programmable. He placed the phone on the floor so the cat could easily access it, and, somehow trained the cat to push the 911 button in case of an emergency.
He also said he wasn't sure the training had ever took up until that point because there had never been a reason to dial 911 before.
The police themselves were baffled because it really did look like the cat had called them. When dispatch got the call, there was no one on the other end of the line, and, when they called back, the phone line was busy. So, they decided to send a car out just in case.
My question is: How do you train a cat to know what an emergency is? And how do you get the cat to ONLY push the button during this said emergency? I mean, the guy was never in the can a little too long, long enough to make the cat nervous and dial? The guy never left for the day, and the cat decided to try out his newly learned skill?
The whole thing, while sweet, is a little hokey to me.
Sunday, January 8, 2006
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
If you could erase someone, would you?
I think maybe I would.
Not because it pains me to think about him, but because his eyes still haunt me. His voice still finds me in my dreams.
I can't get away from him.
He's a living ghost to me...
...
...
No one should have that kind of a hold on another human being.
No one.
No matter how far I move on, no matter how much happiness fills my life, no matter how much love I give to my husband...
that burden of knowing him is still with me.
Always.
Yes, I think I'd make it go away.
I think maybe I would.
Not because it pains me to think about him, but because his eyes still haunt me. His voice still finds me in my dreams.
I can't get away from him.
He's a living ghost to me...
...
...
No one should have that kind of a hold on another human being.
No one.
No matter how far I move on, no matter how much happiness fills my life, no matter how much love I give to my husband...
that burden of knowing him is still with me.
Always.
Yes, I think I'd make it go away.
Friday, January 6, 2006
We weren't Gen X, we were Gen TV
We sat around the office all day yesterday listening to TV theme songs while we worked. Growing Pains, Family Ties, Knots Landing, Dynasty, Underdog, Mighty Mouse... you name it, we sang along with it.
Seems we were all brought up by TV.
Seems we were all brought up by TV.
Thursday, January 5, 2006
Read anything by Tim Sandlin
I hate romance novels, yet I love sex scenes in novels that are not in the romance novel genre.
Does that make me peculiar?
Maybe it's the romance I don't like.
That or the use of the word loins.
Does that make me peculiar?
Maybe it's the romance I don't like.
That or the use of the word loins.
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Contrary to popular belief...
I was not killed in a car crash last week.
A woman, with my same name, that also lives in Connecticut, died in automobile accident last Thursday.
I got a frantic message on my cell phone from a co-worker Thursday evening around 10:30pm, asking me to call him back as soon as I got it because he had heard that Alicia _____, driving a Honda Civic, was killed.
I called him back and assured him I was alive and kicking. He had gotten so worried he had called another co-worker, who immediately jumped on the internet to see if he could find any more details.
The two of them found an article stating the woman was 42 years old, and, therefore, not me.
The next day at work, a few other people had also heard about this unfortunate woman's fate.
It gave me chills to hear that this woman had died. It's not everyday your name is splashed all over the papers, and radio news, and TV news, as well. And to hear that you had died? Well, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
A woman, with my same name, that also lives in Connecticut, died in automobile accident last Thursday.
I got a frantic message on my cell phone from a co-worker Thursday evening around 10:30pm, asking me to call him back as soon as I got it because he had heard that Alicia _____, driving a Honda Civic, was killed.
I called him back and assured him I was alive and kicking. He had gotten so worried he had called another co-worker, who immediately jumped on the internet to see if he could find any more details.
The two of them found an article stating the woman was 42 years old, and, therefore, not me.
The next day at work, a few other people had also heard about this unfortunate woman's fate.
It gave me chills to hear that this woman had died. It's not everyday your name is splashed all over the papers, and radio news, and TV news, as well. And to hear that you had died? Well, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
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