An Important Day for Information Processing.

When you ask someone, via Messenger, “How long are you going to be around?”, and it’s someone you’ve recently started sleeping with, and he answers with, “Online or in your life?”, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to start wondering if he knows something you don’t. 🙂

Starbucks Chantico (“shan-TEE-ko”) Drinking Chocolate. Oh, sweet goddess of all that is chocolatey and good, where have you been all my life??? Needless to say, it’s SO VERY BAD for you. And I really don’t care.

Jesus in a tree. I can’t see him, ergo I am convinced it is a test of heathenitude. No word if GOLDENPALACE.COM will be purchasing the tree.

Courtesy of DanaD, a statement of shocking and obvious brilliance: “The only thing better than food is food in a pie.” How could I, as a Mennonite, not have realized this???

The Darkness’ latest tune contains the line in the chorus: “One-way ticket to hell and back”. Umm.

http://www.torontopetheaven.com/ – a nice idea. Horribly (no pun intended) executed… The logo! The design! The belly-up-pets-on-the-kitchen-floor photo! The music! The Euthanasia page with the sentence ” To prolong the death of a beloved pet who is suffering, euthanasia should be considered”! Oy freakin’ vey, people.

http://images.forbes.com/media/communicating/pennyarcade.gif – exactly!

Pattern Recognition

Reading this made me uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. I actually looked away a couple of times to give my eyes a break.

http://thisfish.ivillage.com/love/archives/2005/10/midnight_in_sea.html

Made me feel cowardly, like hiding from everyone who thinks I’m loud and funny and sassy and brave and outspoken and honest and blatant and abrasive all the time… and then some woman I’ve never met who has a pink website and a cartoon fish called me on it.

Sometimes, you have to decide to get your ass up off the couch at midnight and go find a stamp. Duly noted.

I hate everything about you.

I hate dating. I always have. I am not the most social person in the world, and meeting new people scares the shit out of me. I am impatient and sometimes insecure and overly imaginative and make myself insane. (Not always. I don’t need medication.) But I love men. And sometimes, it’s fun. Really fun.

Sometimes, though, it’s just surreal.

Like when someone you thought liked you tries to hook you up with a guy she knows. A guy she once dated. A guy who, from her own lips (as best as I understood it), gets passive agressive and unpleasantly angry when rejected, fixates and obsesses, can be verbally abusive, has an aggressive personality, is prone to harass, and general has some serious Nice Guy tendencies.

Umm… I’ll pass, thanks. I think I have pretty good taste on my own.

The question is: was she trying to punish him, or me?

Aspirations.

I am not the kind of person who has a Plan. Five years, ten years, whatever. I wholeheartedly agree with the axiom: “Men plan; God laughs”. Well, except for my entertaining little curse that every guy I date finds his soul mate immediately after we stop seeing each other. 🙂

Aaaanyway, occasionally you will come across something that just sums up… everything. Typically the words are in another language. Sometimes you get lucky and they’re even in English. A little while ago Dana posted an entry from Abbie the Cat’s blog, (which is one of the saddest things ever), and from that came one of those phrases. A good pirate.

That is what I aspire to. I want to be a good pirate. I want my friends to be good pirates. I want a man who is a good pirate. Hard to define, but perfectly obvious when it’s there, y’know? Of course, for my Mom I will continue to work on being das gute Kind.

Existence.

I found this article interesting: http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/ptech/10/11/biometric.atms.ap/index.html.

Not exactly the general point of the article, but a specific section:

BanCafe, Colombia’s fifth-largest bank, bought the ATMs at the end of 2002 for added security for coffee growers and to get them to open accounts. The growers wouldn’t need to carry ATM cards, which can be a lure for thieves.

Ricardo Prieto, who was vice president for system operations at BanCafe when the system was installed, said that at first ATMs failed to recognize fingerprints on the well-worn hands of some elderly customers and laborers such as construction workers.

He said the ATM imaging was improved, and the number of customers whose fingerprints couldn’t be read fell from 30 percent to 8 percent.

I find the juxtaposition of developing advanced technology to protect against the abuses of commonly used technology, along with the idea of improving technology to accommodate the effects of hard manual labour very telling, and an interesting comment on the realities of how the world works.