jenorosel

10:26 pm: I've just done that whole myspace thing. Feel free to friend me, or whatever they call it.


http://www.myspace.com/elletopo



(edited because I forgot the url)

06:23 pm:

Believe it or not, some animals are straight up cooler than monkeys.

Like this dog.

Still doesn't stop me from wanting my own monkey to help me plot world domination.  If I dressed him up like a small child, could I get a monkey past the "no pets" clause in my lease?

 

(link courtesy of Mike Oliveri's blog).

08:17 am: No peace for the Schiavo's just yet

Jeb Bush seeks probe into Schiavo's collapse

Because the legal system has no current, low profile domestic abuse cases to investigate, right?

I'm not about to claim I knew what went on in that household.  In fact, there's probably only two people in the world who knew what happened when Terri went unconscious.  My gut instinct says there was no foul play but that's just my opinion.

At what point will this end, though?  The autopsy showed she was in a vegitative state with no consciousness whatsoever.  You'd think that would be enough to put the issue to rest, right?  Now Good Ol Boy Jeb is demanding an investigation based on something Michael said fifteen years after the fact, recalling a long ago, emotionally charged moment.  I'd be more apprehensive if he actually knew the very moment she collapsed down to the second.  But because he may have a few minutes unclear here and there that makes him an evil wife abuser.

This all boils down to the fact that the Political Christian Mouthpieces* are using him as a poster child saying he went against God's will.  They never mention the fact that God did call her home fifteen years ago and it's been man-made technology keeping her alive since then.**  In that case, should we be getting ready to crucify the doctors who put her on life support in the first place for going against God's will?

 

* I wanted to make the distinction between good, normal Christian folks and the PCMs who are merely exploiting this family's personal tragedy for their own political agendas with no real concern for the family.

** Mind you, I'm not opposed to medical intervention in the least but if we're going to discuss Man vs. God, let's not mix up doctors and holy entities.

04:53 pm: Although I don't usually post quiz results here....
...this one seems oddly fitting for me.

Which Tim Burton character are you? Pee-Wee Herman There's a lot of things about me you don't know. Things you couldn't know. Things you shouldn't know.

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09:12 pm: Random display of pretty colored lights
Here I sat tonight procrastinating some more on getting writing done when all of a sudden I hear a few random explosions. Once I realized it wasn't gunfire I ran outside to look.

Fireworks. Pretty fireworks.

I don't know where they were coming from or what they were celebrating but it was a full-on, no holds barred firework show. Big fireworks,all the pretty colored puffball ones, the sparkly glitter lookin things. They even had the ones that get a Saturn-like ring going crosswise. Damn, those are cool.

I love fireworks. Here in LA, it's illegal to buy corner-stand fireworks for home usage. Has to do with the dry conditions of Los Angeles and the tendencies for hillsides to burn up on a regular basis. Understandably, but it still sucks for those of us who dig on the pretty lights. Last year I was somewhere that you could not only purchase fireworks, but set them off wherever you damn well felt like. That was fun. I was like a kid in a candy store, except instead of chocolate I was stocking up on explosives. That rocked.

But I digress. There's three of us standing on the building's balcony watching the fireworks go off, oohing and ahhing. Meanwhile, people are walking into their apartments barely acknowledging that things are exploding overhead, never mind stopping to enjoy the spectacle.

My friends, make me a deal: if I ever become the kind of person who doesn't stop to look at the pretty lights I want you to kick me. Hard. K?

But the pretty lights are over and its time to get cracking.

catch you on the flipside,

jen

09:55 pm: A quick question
When doing an e-serial, how long should each section be? One thousand? Three thousand? Five? How long is too long and how short is too short?

Just hypothetically speaking, of course ;)

jen

09:56 pm: edited because of pissy-ness
I removed the old blog entry here because I felt it was a little too whiny. Instead, I point you toward this damn funny bit of flash animation: http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=1184&rtn=main-topten (thanks to Brian Knight for originally posting it) jen

09:26 pm:

There's going to be a big blog update soon, with writing news and all that other jazz.  Not now, though.  I feel like either a cold or alergies or something is coming on and I feel like dirt.

 

But for now, this has to be probably the best flash animation I've seen in a while.

 

Enjoy.  I'm going to go lie down now.

 

jen

10:17 pm: Random things of no social importance

A few things...

 

Just discovered that my coffee pot is broken.  Even though I've got a nice big ol Vanilla Latte from the Starbucks at the corner, I'm already suffering withdrawls.  Must remember to get new carafe thingie this weekend.

 

I learned a couple things from students:

"Skanking" is the pacing around you do in a mosh pit when you're not whacking each other.

"Screemo" is Emo music with lots of screaming.

 

I can actually cook up a mean pot of chicken curry.  Next step is to figure out how to adjust the recipe so I don't have four more canisters of chicken curry in my freezer.

 

"The Pickup Artist" by Terry Bisson is a damn fine book.

 

A good fart joke never goes out of fashion.

 

That is all.

 

catch you on the flipside,

jen

11:59 pm: Shameless Self-Promotion

Preorder my chapbook here.

 

Please.

 

Thank you.