InkGrrl/InkBlog

9.26.2002

I have been utterly remiss in giving Sgt. Stryker his props, I gotta say. That boy rawks!
quoth at 2:03 PM

Day late and a dollar short - but here it goes:

quoth at 1:36 PM

Got some fanspam from DocNebula about my word count - he charmingly failed to snicker at its lack of progress. Maybe it should take that emode test about its greatest fear... Anyhoo, go read DocNebula's alarmingly homemade blog - he's funny and opinionated and recalcitrant about cramming all his writings into a 60 character-wide column ;->
quoth at 10:57 AM

'Rampant Rabbit' Sex Toys Recalled in Safety Scare - uh oh. Does this mean I have to turn mine in? Waaa....
quoth at 9:57 AM

9.25.2002

Finally got off my keister and put up links to two folks whose blogs I've been slurping up for a while - Devra and the Armed Liberal. Both feature fine writing from human beings.
quoth at 10:56 PM

Happy Noodles!!! My prof agreed to let me redo my thesis. Skool, here I come! *ahem* So, calling all cars, calling all cars, if anybody out there happens to know of any good books on language and metaphor (besides Sapir-Whorf) puhleez lemme know - I'm going to do a contrastive analysis of selected insult metaphors in Arabic, Farsi and Urdu. I need to go hunt down references on Urdu and Farsi linguistics, metaphor and insults. Oh, and methodology for figuring out same - time to go email like a madwoman! W00T!
quoth at 3:15 PM

White House Staff to Attend Emergency Survival Training - well, as long as they're not all jumping off telephone poles and shooting down zip lines in the race for the biggest marshmallows to roast while singing "Kumbaya" around the campfire, I feel the economy is safe.
quoth at 3:04 PM

While I found the statue of the woman falling to be disturbing, that's completely as it should be - art isn't some Kincaidian sugar-coated pastel brain-lozenge meant to palliate the pain of our rougher emotions and desires, and it's not just the opiate of the ivory-tower classes; it's something that breathes both life and death, shades darkness over light and contrasts emotion with intellect - if it doesn't provoke a reaction, if it doesn't move you in some way, even to heart-pounding fear, dizziness and nausea, then it doesn't deserve consideration. To create art in service of remembrance, in homage to sacrifice and the triumph of will over circumstance, is only an honorable and right thing. As much as it might hurt to look at, can we do no less?
quoth at 10:31 AM

9.23.2002

Well, nobody's offered to clutch my big toe in a soothing fashion so far (although there has been some talk of a catholic girl uniform bedecked with rogue office supplies making the rounds) and my professor hasn't answered my email yet and I have a migraine and really need a massage. Last time I was in the room with a (very expensive) sports massage therapist of my acquaintance, I asked only half-jokingly if I could at least rub my cheek on her knee to absorb some soothing vibes, given my inability to pay her rate. She freaked out, backed away from me and muttered something about inappropriate requests. Oh well. Maybe next time I should just wave money. I hate it when people tell me I'm making inappropriate requests - I mean hell, if I'm asking for something, it must be appropriate to do so in some reality. Not my fault their tiny little minds can't comprehend my vision of possibility. And it's not like I wanted to take pictures or anything (I leave that to The Shadow).
quoth at 4:24 PM

And now for something of marginal sociopolitical relevance... well, actually of absolutely no political relevance, but amusing if you like watching sociopaths clip their toenails into the soup: Femail (not that I'm remotely amused by that sort of thing).
quoth at 1:38 PM