1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)? Magazines. Smithsonian and National Geographic (that one comes in a plain brown wrapper y’know, like all good cultural periodcials)

2. What is your favorite novel? Uhm… I dont read much fiction other than the occasional SciFi TV series book every so often. I know, . I just don’t liek books that tell me what to think or feel, or care.

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!) I like that one about the that guy from Nantucket…

4. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read? Books.

5. What are you currently reading? This question! Duh!

A lighten-up Friday link:The Horror of Blimps - very funny.

The winning design for the New World Trade Center reminds this scifi fan of the captiol city of Minbar on Babylon 5, but it could just be me.

Mr Rogers has left us.

I’m a little broken up over this. Perhaps not as much as I was over Jim Henson, but close. I got a special place in my ht for old Fred.

I was the coolest kid in Kindergarten - I had a Mr Roger’s autograph. I wrote a letter and got a signed pic. It’s still at Mom and Dad’s house somewhere.

I’m gonna go wear a cardigan all day.

Be it known that Mr Man and I are both animal softies up front for this. It’s important.

I have been since I was a kid, I remember chasing birds with broken wings and wounded wildlife in the field behind the house.

Just last year I tried to save 3 baby bunnies that the had been taken out of their nest by a local cat (Ok Midnight, who is the subject below, but he let me have them without much of a whine) Sadly, they died before I could get them to wildlife rehab though. They were REALLY small though.

Yes, I Jen the wisecracking ass, am a softy - you tell anyone and I’ll kill you.

We just seem to have cosmic habit of strays all but knocking on our door for help most times.

We’ve picked up puppies running in front of cars, or freezing kittens UNDER hot vehicles for survival and found homes for all of them. Amazingly enough. Sick animals all but VAULT themselves at us, it’s weird.

The beautiful, but abandoned and starving, skin-and-bones russian blue cat that walked up to Mr Man one year during a visit to his parents house is an example. It just walked over and just looked up at him like “Hey you! help!”. No one had ever seen the cat before, but she homed in on Mr Man.

She came home. She given a room of her own since my cats didn’t like the idea of her. We loved on and fatted her up carefully with vet’s help. Almost immediately found a loving home in a friends house as soon as she was sturdy enough to leave.

This is how we ended up with Gary, he came to the house picking trash on Thanksgiving. We went out to dump trash and went “who are you!?” and he came up wagging his tail instead of running off. He looked thin and kinda sick but just a happy love-bucket, we brought him in, Maggie fell in love with him immediately like we did, and and he didn’t leave. We knew in 24 hours he wasn’t going to anyone else, and no one was looking for him. I can’t imagine life without him.

So, know that right up front, we’ve got “gigantic wussy” stamped on our foreheads in ink only animals can see.

Anyway, For a while now, we’ve been feeding “Midnight” a large black stray Tom cat, nice cat, completely mellow and friendly in every way. You can even pick him up and rub his belly, he would be a great pet except he’s too accustomed to the outside.

He kinda rules the roost as it were, our cul-de-sac is his kingdom. Other houses feed him too, and we know he has a few other names. Our street calls him Midnight.

We started putting out a handful of cat food for him when he comes by after seeing us arrive home. The people next door used to feed him before they got unemployed, so we felt bad since he was a nice cat and started just giving him a little of our cats food.

Small handfuls of food dumped on the porch turned into a small bowl of it, and we soon started buying a bag of food FOR him, versus feeding him OUR cat’s food (we finally saw that feeding a stray Science Diet was stupid, well I did, Mr Man is a even bigger softie than I am) We started buying cheap store brand cat show instead.

We’d arrive home, see Midnight on the porch and we’d say “Oops, got a customer at the buffet” and go in and dish him up a little bowl.

Not long ago we realized we haven’t gone as long buying the bags now, and this one was bigger than the last.

Okay, so we started putting food out for the kittens as well, because well they’re kittens! It’s a pretty evil winter this y, they are all of maybe 5 months old now, and really cute and kinda curious about us… But not enough to actually come within 5 feet of us.

Midnight has a soft spot for the kittens too. You can tell. They were the first he started letting mooch his fare.

So this week we’ve come to the conclusion that our pal Midnight is the food pimp of the neighborhood.

We learned, for sure, are also feeding all his homies. He comes by asks for food, takes his fill and lets the other cats come over and get the rest.

Tonight we looked out on the porch and saw: The three feral but kinda friendly fluffy kittens and their long hair calico momma from the neighbors garage, a stray long hair Siamese, another smaller black cat, a grey silver cat, a yellow tiger… All were in line for the food dish Yup, we’re the crazy cat people who feed the neighborhood. A couple of these we’ve never seen before either, so they’re importing in from other neighborhoods now as well.

We felt so used and embarrassed we turned off the porch light so we could hide our shame.

We’re not sure what we are gonna do now, keep feeding them until winter breaks…? Or just feed Midnight the handful at a time again *when* he comes by? It’s hard to take down the dinner bell when there has been snow for five weeks, and it’s still a few inches deep and getting colder again.

All I know, is right now it’s 6am and the little black cat and the Siamese are out there right now - waiting for food. They might be waiting awhile.

SLEEP ANGEL is another stup[id product nominee.

Ok, ok, but will it cure all that other stuff AND explosive diarrhea?

$60 bucks for a spandex chin jock. I need me some work that pays like that.

Not sure what’s *more* wrong about it. Do you guys feel intimidated by it at all?

A few months ago I blogged about Verbatim VinylCdr’s.

Well I have some now thanks to bi-daily Target fixation. I’m burning a music disc for someone so they look snazzy, and I’ll be damned if they ren’t fabulous to touch too. The “vinyl” part is actually printed with ridges you can feel. Almost like you’re touching a real album.

Makes me want to run to a 24 Hr Walgreens and buy Aquanet by the case and act all whiny in public (okay, that never changed).

The only bad part is, that texture, (like those motion graphics you see on so many gift cards now with the ridges and hte picture changes when you move side to side) is my personal nails-on-a-blackboard. To touch the ridges, or to hear someone rake a finger over them, convulsions almost, cold shiver down the spine and a creepy feeling for minutes. I HATE that texture.

Mr Man knows this, and LOVES to abuse me while waiting at Target’s checkout since alot of thier new gift cards have that motion crap on it.

Some day I’ll beat him to a bloody corpse with a box of laundry detergent, mark my words, children.

In the mean time, I’ll just handle these by the edges.

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A MIGHTY WIND is the latest form the folks who brought you Spinal Tap and Best in Show (if you haven’t seen it rent it).

Coming from a HEAVY DUTY folk music family, you can bet I already sent my mom this URL. Oh yeah… i’m not gonna miss this. Spinal Tap, of course, is a classic, and Best in Show was a real riot. This I don’t think will dispoint. Can’t. Wait.

I declare march “Love Your Blogger Month”.

What is is exactly? Blogging is a two way street.

The idea is most blog readers are a bunch of no good tight lipped lurkniks who never say nuttin’.

“Love Your Blogger Month” is to remind you to make a comment at LEAST once on EVERY blog you visit. And if you can’t say something nice, as the saying goes, don’t say anything at all.

Tell them if you visit allot, and how often, if you like what you read and why, if nothing else if you like their page and how you found them.

Just say SOMETHING to the bloggers you frequent. Even if it’s just “hello.”

Feel freel to trackback/link to this, and spread it into the four winds.

Make a blogger’s day, comment.

Went to Outpost.com to poke around and the front page I found a feature that had me doing a double take. A sale on gas masks at the online electronics dealer.

Griffin Tech has developed a most gorgeous solution to traveling with ipods and wanting to listen to them, well anywhere that you have a radio.

Just ingenious. And pretty cheap considering all the alternatives and how bulky or cumbersome they are in comparison. Now if someone will just buy me one.

New digital camera… iPod… New digital camera… iPod… Well okay, I need a new camera, I don’t actually GO anywhere anymore, I just can’t justify iPod for sitting in the living room playing with dogs all day.

But I wonder… would work on my tibook…? I could put it on the front seat for long trips… pack some mp3 discs… hrmmmmm

Can you tell if it’s your Arse or Elbow?

I hope the hospital pays dly forthis.

That poor family. That poor girl. No jury in the world WOULDN’T find malpractice and give them 350 Million dollars. And in record time.

Such a waste.

Okay, bummer over.

OK, well I had my MRI yesterday.
No, I didn’t get to see it. No I don’t have an answer yet.

I’m not normally a claustrophobic sort but being in there for an hour, it gets to you. Especially as loud as it is and not being allowed (or able to) move.

How tight was it? I was laying flat on my back and when I bent my elbows I barely had enough room to fully extend my fingers. Little cramped for big old me.

While in there you can’t do more than listen to the music or stare straight ahead. Where the paint was shipping RIGHT where you were forced to look. Are those crescent shaped scratches?

The tech came over the headphones to ask how I was doing, and it would only be a few minutes more I told him that they might want to patch the paint in the middle, look like someone tried to claw their way out. Much longer and I would have tried too.

When it was all over my hip and my shoulder were sore from non-movement and all the up-close focusing gave me a case of vertigo when I got out, took me a couple minutes to get my self adjusted. I definitely know what a coffin feels like now.

Next time, open MRI.

Got a letter today from someone saying my sites are lovely, surely hard work, but they think my site is a bit too negative, it bothered them and I should get a life. (Okay, the last part might be true)

Does anyone have a clue what he means? Do I come off negative on here? I certainly don’t think so, I definitely try not to.

My professional section of this domain barely has ANY text at all, and this one is almos all text. I try to keep it sarcastic, sure, it’s my way, but I try to keep it light and entertaining.

I mean this is my professional site, I’m not going to spout off about my family or husband (unless I can get a joke out of it) liek alot of sites and I really try not to curse (whereas normally I do like a longshoreman) but at the same time show my personality. It’s a fine line, I’m not sure what he was talking about.

Just bugs me. I don’t know why.

ok, now ironically enough a few small pieces of crass business:

D Mister Hummer driver:
That fine machine under your office chair inprinted butt can be driven through a minefield, while being shot at, while on fire with 10 dead enemy combatants strapped to the top at 80 MPH. So, why can’t you drive more than 50MPH in on a merely wet highway? If it’s so big you are afriad to drive it like you know how, then don’t drive it moron middle manangement poser.

D Miss SUV driver,
Sure is nice of you to cut me off in your silver supersize SUV and no lights in the rain. If I hadn’t skipped breakfast I would have had to turn back for clean undies.

To everyone:
Silver vehicle + rain and grey highway = asking for it
Black vechicle + rain and night = asking for it

A truly honorable use for flash

No Hands Mouse - would anyone actually use this?

I would think it would make you lok like you suddenly got Parkinson’s or trying to subtly free a wedgie.

Attention all windows people:

I know alot of you seem to comee here looking for “iTunes for PC”

iTunes, morons, is Mac only, nanny nanny boo boo.