The Lengths People Will Go To To Spread Lies...

astounds me.

Check this out: some crazy lady who loves John Bolton claims that Barack Obama is, in fact, an illegitimate love child of Malcolm X. Great Flying Spaghetti Monster, what a scandal!! Riiiiiight.

Here's what Gawker and some other dude have to say about it.

Seriously, people. Stop with the ridiculousness. It's not going to work. And if it does, I'll be seriously fucking-ass disappointed.

At the same time, it's like all these claims that he's a Muslim or an Arab. Intended to scare "certain people", but to the rest of the population it's like, WHO CARES. What's so wrong with being Arab, Muslim, or even the son of Malcolm X?

I had a whole post about the job search in my head, but this is what inspired me to put "pen to paper."

Cats vs. Dogs

I like reading the science chick blogs. They're fun and interesting and it's rapidly become a part of my day that I look forward to, perusing the chick science blogs.

One thing that I have noticed is the propensity of the bloggers to be cat people, to the point that they blog about their cats quite a bit. FSP and Dr.A come to mind, and I know I've come across others.

I myself am a dog person. I am going for a totally super scientific poll on the right, check it out. I would like to find out if there is truly a correlation between female science blogger and cat lover, and if so, think about why from there, and then, think about why I am not a cat person, besides being a bit allergic. Even if I weren't allergic, I would totally like dogs better.

Euphemisms

I was over at Ambivalent Academic's blog post, who was inspired by Dr. Isis's blog post, and has now inspired this post. See, because of the cornucopia of lady-parts discussions in the blogosphere today, I realized that today, I have used the following words:

• cooter
• vajayjay
• hooha
• twigs and berries

Why do I do that? I'm not a prude like Elliot from that show Scrubs, who can't say anything that she wouldn't say in front of her mother. My personal favorite euphemism of hers is "bajingo," her word for exactly what you might expect. Somehow, it just sounds right.

Anyway, I am not a prude. IRL, I am happy to say any sorts of real words in place of euphemisms.

I suspect that it is because of Candid's recent post about the search terms people got to her site with. I don't want people coming around because they are looking for ways to feed their porn habit. So....I guess I will stick with the euphemisms for now.

Because in all reality, I really do like the word "bajingo." Has a nice ring to it. I happen to like mine, and will never stick thumbtacks into it :).

Just Felt Like Sharing Some Ridiculosity

Over at my favorite Ivy League tabloid-ish site I discovered a post about a Whartonite who just won the first ever $1M/year for life lottery.

Except that he's already a millionaire, he's in banking.

And he lives in London, so he won't have to pay federal taxes on it.

And he basically says, "That's great and all, but it's not going to change my life."

Man, talk about....I don't know just....wow. It's not like he did anything wrong but something is wrong with the picture. Flying Spaghetti Monster, why oh why would you do something like that? Why??

Shit and Other Such Matters

I've been told by an industry contact that it will be hard to get a job with them, and I think they were my #1.

Shit shit shit!!! Poop on a platter!

Oh yeah, and crap. Crap crap crap!!!

Just my luck to be graduating during a shitty-ass downturn! Craptastic! Craptacular! I am so happy. Right.

Muffins and Voting

If you think my title is a non sequitur, it is. I just feel like talking about two totally different things.

MUFFINS

Last night I made pumpkin spice muffins, 12 mini ones and 6 full size ones. They were delicious. I think Mr. PhizzleDizzle ate 2 large and several small just last night, and then more for breakfast today. This makes me happy. I have plenty more pumpkin to make more too. I have never been a very talented baker (Asians don't really bake - and who to learn to bake from but your mom? If your mom doesn't bake, you are shit out of luck, like me), but these were quite good and I am feeling super badass.


VOTING

Procrastinator that I am, I registered to vote today, the very last day you are allowed to do so. No, it is not because I am a bad citizen and have not exercised my right before, it is just that since moving to this state, I had not registered and there were no elections so I just never did, until now.

Anyway, there were a few signs of the sad state of our society. I go to register, and I am paired with a very friendly young lady (god, did I just say that? that means I'm old. shit.) who filled out my forms. A few things to note:

1) She asked me whether I wanted to register with a party of be unaffiliated. I ask, "What does that really mean?" What I am looking for are implications of being registered or not. Like, black-box wise, what does that mean. Does that mean I get literature? Does that mean they will call me all the time asking for donations? What does that mean?

The girl thinks I am asking about what it means in a much simpler sense, "Well, there's the Republican Party...."

I am thinking to myself, "omfg, I know that." Like, either she's crazy, or the people that come in are just that uneducated, or I don't know.

So then she thinks that I think that if I register as a member of Party X, I am required to vote straight ticket come Election Day. Good god, I know that's not true. Do people think that's true? Then what the fuck is the point? Jesus Louisus, we need a national Civics class or something. Damn.

So she asks the lady next to her, who appears to be a veteran of voting affairs. She assures me that I can vote any way I want on Election Day regardless of how I affiliate myself.

I assure her that I understand that, but I want to know what the implications are. She says, they might send you literature.

I consider political literature to be propoganda and I prefer to find my own information, so I said, forget it. I am marked down as unaffiliated.

2) Then she has to take my previous address from which I was a registered voter. She does not know the Postal abbreviation for this state, which is fine. I don't know all of them either. Then, the older lady said, "State X? You mean Biggest City in State X?" *turns to girl* "You'll have to put that down."

Girl thinks that Biggest City is actually another state, and asks me what the code is for that. OMFG. I said, "No, I was not in Biggest City, I was in Small Town." I know that what they're after is just my frickin address, and old lady is just crazy. So I'm like, lemme just tell you my address.

The thing that drove me crazy was this totally weird concept of cities, states, and other such domains being equivalent, or they couldn't tell them apart, or what. It was just insane. This made me sad.

3) Finally, I am asked to look over my form before I sign it.

I notice that in the area where you are supposed to check your affiliation, it tells me that the only way to vote in primaries is to be affiliated with that particular party. Well, if there is a primary in the future, you better be damned sure I want to vote in it. On top of that, that's the kind of relevant info I wanted to know when I asked about it in the beginning. Like, the MOST important thing. Jeeza Louisa. So I'm like, well I change my mind then. This would have been helpful to know before, put me down as Party X (as if you can't guess what I put).

So, in the end, I am registered. I am going to exercise my right to vote. However, while taking part in this glorious privilege of ours, I am saddened to know that people are that fucking stupid. Either the Election people were stupid, or they come across so many stupid people that they are forced to conclude everyone is stupid and go down to stupid levels. Because I never meet anyone who assumes I'm that stupid, not even troll-y male professors. They at least give some benefit of the doubt, like that I know that there are two (major) fucking political parties in this country, and that gosh golly, we are allowed to vote however we fucking choose on Election Day.

god save us.

REJECTED

My paper just got rejected.

Sigh.

On to revamping it for the next conference.

Tagged!?

It appears that ScientistMother has tagged me in a meme. I didn't even know what a meme was until they started showing up all over these blogs that I read! Ha. Yes, I'm green. Anyway, here goes:

The Rules

1. Link to the person who tagged you. -
   
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write 6 random things about yourself.
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry has posted.

1) I can say all 50 states in alphabetical order in less than 20 seconds.
2) I once went to an event/conference where I not only shook Colin Powell's hand but met Ian Wilmut (the man who cloned Dolly) and sat next to George Lucas at lunch.
3) I have really, really soft skin. Losing that a touch though - must be the age :P.
4) I had cranberry sauce and stuffing for the first time ever the Thanksgiving when I was 18 years old.
5) I do not get the Asian glow. I can drink a lot of alcohol and my skin does not flush at all. LUCKY ME!
6) I am 132 lbs. I couldn't think of anything else and decided to take a stand for the ladies of modern times and post my weight on the Internet. I think it's bizarre how asking how much someone weighs is more offensive than asking how much money they make. Geez, it's a number. We should stop caring so much. Caring is a noose that makes you fat! That's my humble opinion. I am 132 lbs, smokin' hot, and proud of it. Snap.

Ok, now I am supposed to tag people. Except that the bloggers I "know" are few and far between, plus they've mostly been tagged, so I'll just do a few. Forgive me.

I tag Eugenie, Juniper Shoemaker, and....umm....can I double tag Candid? She's been tagged already but we don't yet know 6 random things about her. :)

Keeping up with the Jones'

I generally don't care about "stuff" as much as the next girl, well, because I'm pretty damned abnormal. And because it's easy to not care about stuff when everyone around you doesn't care either. And is a guy. And is a big nerd.

So, things like the latest Dooney and Bourke bag or whatever are just things I don't give a shit about.

However, lately I have been feeling a bit "behind" because I'm still freakin' in school, and my best friends from college have been working since we graduated. They both just bought homes with their hubbies, and now are three-entity families (married couple + adorable dog). All of these things are recent developments, the marriages, the dogs, and the homes. Suddenly, I'm like, when are we going to have a home? When can I get a dog? I so miss my dog at home but university housing of course does not allow pets.

Anyway, I think the answer is about five years from now, or some far off date like that.

Sigh. I'm so behind. I guess I don't really care, we are totally on different life tracks, but lately I've been going to visit them and I feel like a child with my University housing and them with their fabulous titles/deeds. I guess I am a child, in certain ways, but I guess that has its perks too. Grad school forevah!!!!

Crazy Dreams

I have been so obsessed with code lately that last night, I had this dream:

Kramer from Seinfeld was in it. There was a police chief who was in charge of a large portion of southwestern Washington State, though in my dream it was the greater Seattle area. Kramer and I were looking at the map together.

The police chief was also a large C++ templated class. Don't ask me how, but in the dream, a police chief could totally be the same as a C++ class. I could see him being instantiated.

new Classname