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October 29, 2004
Oooo
The Zoom Quilt. You have to go check this out.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:15 AM | Comments (1)
October 26, 2004
Tylenol PM
I had something to say. Something about smacking down the Self-Righteous Bullshit MoMos in my office today, or my boss's lack of tact, or even how the state of our voting system today sucks (and the difficulties revolving around getting someone to witness my damn absentee ballot) or how moving's going to suck...
... But to concentrate for very long is way, way too difficult. Thank you, Tylenol PM. G'night! Oh. And stuff. Pictures. Reminder to self.
Posted by Kelli Little at 07:20 PM
October 21, 2004
Articulate Democrats, Fucktard Republicans
(After all of the mispelled, mistyped misinformation I have received from the Republican party - mostly centered in Alaska - it is refreshing to get something in the mail counteracting all of it. And honestly, if there are typos, etc, it's my fault.)
Dear Kelli, You may have recently received a letter about your absentee ballot from state Republican Party leader Randy Ruedrich. (I did, and found it as equally retarded as the rest of the propaganda they spammed me with.) This letter contains misleading and outright false statements. You deserve to know the truth.Your ballots are delayed this year because the Murkowski administration tried to put false and misleading statements in the ballots and got caught.
But don't take our word on it. Listen to what the Superior Court Judge Morgan Christen said about the ballot the Murkowski administration tried to send you:
"The ballot title drafted by the Lieutenant Governor is misleading, factually inaccurate and lacks the impartiality required by law." In addition, she said the ballot summary, which is supposed to be fair and impartial, constituted "impermissible advocacy" and was "fatally defective."
Because they got caught trying to mislead you, the Murkowski administration was forced to reprint the ballots, costing all Alaskans over a quarter of a million dollars and causing delay you are now experiencing.
Democratic candidates in this election have fought for your right to vote on who represents you in the US Senate, for open caucus, for open primary ballots, and for lowering the influence of special interests.
The Murkowski administration has been a two-year string of embarrassments like taking the longevity bonus away from Alaska seniors, flip-flopping on taxes, appointing his daughter to the US Senate and party cronies to high-paying state jobs, and trying to buy an executive jet with homeland security money, among others.
If you get any more mail from Randy Ruedrich, keep in mind that he has already admitted to the misuse of official position by engaging in partisan political activity in his $118,000 state job given him by Gov. Murkowski as a political favor.
Posted by Kelli Little at 06:48 PM
October 19, 2004
Day 1, Entry 2
Oddities:
1. Organic Dry cleaning
2. $17.50 for a sandwich and bottle of water.
3. The sign: Drunk Driver Call 911
I wish I had a chance, now, to see the sights from my carpeted little bus seat on my way to Santa Barbara, but it is currently black as sin outside. I caught a hint of a private marina or some sort of lake-situated suburbs, as well as a great many houses with imposing gates just past (or on the outskirts of) the city of Malibu. Perhaps on my way back (which is early afternoon on Monday), I'll have a chance to ogle Barbie and her many, many mansions. Bitch.
Apparently, after several houses and a long stretch of nothingness, I am still in Malibu. It hits me with a tingly feeling of familiarity that I can place with long road trips in Alaska, likely intensified by the pervading darkness and my inability to accurately see all surroundings. It also presents itself with a bit of a checker board pattern, feelings swallowed by jumping Queens - buildings that shout 'Civilization Lie-eth Here'. Alaska gave an honest effort to erect said signs; they are now what tourists label 'quaint' and locals dictate as 'target practice'.
I am positively itching to sink my painted, be-flowered toes into the sand, to play in the ocean's lapping waves.
I think the nostalgia is surfacing for more reasons, though, just to return to my previous tangent. First, I am far too used to all streets being thoroughly lit; currently, this is not so.
Also, I can honestly associate all bus rides with a school function, the majority of which took place either in Alaska or with roots to Alaska. Granted, in Montana the marching band toured to various cities, mostly traveling beneath the curtain of night, but that was only a couple of years. My last trip to California (centering in Anaheim and Catalina Island for a high school band competition) and a similar trip to Florida two years earlier we traveled frequently in a bus like this. Touring Russia both times. Basketball and drama and music competitions in Homer and Anchorage. It even smells the same. Mmm. Hmmmm. Where's my outrageous supply of sugar, soda, and gossip?
Windy roads. The smell of the ocean. 55 mph speed limit. Trees.
I love the ocean, and I do not say this lightly. It isn't a 'And I like long walks on the beach, and butterflies, and bunny rabbits, and beer, and' statement. There is a certain something about it that I wish I could just drink up, even absorb into my very essence. It's like feeling the absolute completion of being in Perfection, and yet soulfully yearning for more until it encompasses the entirety that is You. Or me, as it were. When I dream of it, that mystical, magical feeling stays with me for days. Gotta love the power of association.
Laguna Road. Do we have one of those in Phoenix? It is strongly familiar to me, but I can't place it. (Insert Bush Rant typing for a time.) (/Bush Rant Typing) Is this fog? Is it raining? Hello, I'm in a city, lemme check the signs. It -is- 8:15 p.m. after all: Officially my bed time. Hopefully I won't be too much of an old woman while I'm here. Would never live it down. Hey! Santa Barbara Applied Research! I made it! =)
Uh. Ew. The sudden urge to vomit. Bad sign. And ok, what's up with Santa Barbara? Is it a long city, shamelessly sprawled like an illegitimate child birthed from the thighs of a whore? Or did the signs Lie To Me?
Note to Self: No more Redbull.
Huh. And now there is darkness and roads without buildings. And I stink like a mixture of stuffy airplane and stuffy bus. And my thoughts are rambling way, way too fast. Ok. Time to put the laptop away. Bubye!
Posted by Kelli Little at 07:28 PM
Day 1, Entry 1
(This entry repeated on LiveJournal, posted here for those who do not read my LJ blog. It is re: my trip to Santa Barbara, backlogged like the next few may well be.)
In a (not-so) dramatic sequence of events, I chased my Santa Barbara airbus down this evening. From Terminal 1 (I think it was) to Terminal 7.
Somehow, I don't think I fit the frilly knickers of an elegant damsel in distress, with flowing raven tresses whimsically teasing at my stylish, feminine business attire... Stiletto pumps clicking frantically - no! courageously! - against the black diamond cut of asphalt as I plead softly, convincingly to 'wait'...
Instead, picture the screeching harpy, with bags tangling and clunking and hindering behind me as I half-drag, half-marathon my jiggling ass from the bowls of LAX Hell to three different Kingdom Comes. Leather purse and dinner satchel waving frantically as I shriek, "NO WAIT! WAIT!! TELL HIM TO WAIT!"
I had heard rumors, yet now they are officially confirmed: LA-ites are so far up to their eyeballs in crazies that spectacles such as these cannot even draw them from their semi-comatose stupor to acknowledge the latest arrival of Tres Lunatic to their seedy town. Hell, I even had two more crazies join in the festivities:
Crazy No. 1: An older, half-blind black man toting Buddy Jesus picture pamphlets supporting Bush's End of Days theory, who caterwauled at the world while in hot pursuit of me: "WAIT! THEY COME! THE END OF DAYS! THE END OF DAYS!" (I don't think he helped my case.)
Crazy No. 2: A grizzly bear of a Mexican taxi cab driver, who swerved through several lanes, screeched up after the third terminal I was POLLYANNA-ING myself at, and yanked my bags from me. Were it not for the universally recognizable colours and symbols denoting his shuffleboard services, I would have taken my trusty $5.00 water bottle and beaten him senseless when he shoved the damn luggage into his miraculous Store Everything Here trunk, hustled me into his yellow submarine, and proceeded to take off like a Bat out of the aforementioned LAX Hell to Stop That Cab!! Did I mention the honking and swerving part?
If I had any cash left over (the damn deli took it all), I would have given it to Crazy No. 2. He heroically saved me from the agony of sticking both thumbs up my hole and sitting around for another 2+ hours.
Posted by Kelli Little at 05:58 AM
October 13, 2004
Jedi Knight Game Stuff
For those of you who are GIANT dorks like Joe, who love the game JediKnight and the show Invader Zim, please go to THIS SITE to download a Gir skin for JediKnight.
Posted by Kelli Little at 05:51 AM
October 10, 2004
Eenteresteeng.
Gorilla
1. The largest of the anthropoid apes (Gorilla gorilla) native to the forests of equatorial Africa, having a stocky body and coarse, dark brown or black hair.
2. Slang
a. A brutish man.
b. A thug.
Salad
1. A dish of raw leafy green vegetables, often tossed with pieces of other raw or cooked vegetables, fruit, cheese, or other ingredients and served with a dressing.
2. A cold dish of chopped vegetables, fruit, meat, fish, eggs, or other food, usually prepared with a dressing, such as mayonnaise.
3. A varied mixture: ?The Declaration of Independence was... a salad of illusions?
Please. Discuss amongst yourselves.
Posted by Kelli Little at 02:40 PM
October 05, 2004
Suck my BAWLS
"Are you going to watch the debates tonight?"
No.
"Why not?
I already know who I am voting for.
"Well, what of one of them says something to change your mind?"
That is beyond the realm of possibility, at this point.
Should I have said, actions speak louder than words? I don't appreciate having a psychotic for a president who is trying to bring about the End of Days? Should I have said that there is no excuse for any of his erronous exective orders, which would fall under 99% of his decisions in the past year?
Posted by Kelli Little at 08:01 PM | Comments (8)
October 03, 2004
Foo.
No posts recently. I'll blame it on being busy, being sick, and being entirely too enraptured with the game Fable for the Xbox. Why am I posting now then, you ask? Because my dear and darling Joe took apart the Xbox last night for some fancy fandangling as a side bday gift for Bryan.
I'm still thinking on how I'm going to do my recipe page here. I might just move over the code from My Modzer0 Recipe Page, but I should probably do something with MT. Dunno. Hrm.
I'm still working on learning stupid thumbnail tricks for the picture page here. Which will, actually, BE in moveable type, despite how much I like my layout back at my old homepage. Joe showed me once, but I was so impatient and tired that day, that I don't even know what went on. I'm stupid like that.
Other than that, I've just been busy. (When I'm not sick) I leave my house at 6 a.m. and get home at 7 p.m. This makes for a really ass-long day. Accompanied by the fact that we're only in Phoenix every other weekend, well... You get the picture.
On a side note, I am having dreams like mad about hanging out with old highschool friends of mine, Jennifer Wagner and Sandy Fenimore. It's so odd. They didn't end up at the highschool reunion, and they've pretty much dropped off the face of the planet. Not that I blame them, really; probably about as bitter re: highschool as Josh Berezin and Gene Merrill are (if they weren't just being snippy about it in their posts.) Those two, btw, hold a site based off the old newspaper they ran in highschool. Find it here.
Posted by Kelli Little at 09:23 AM