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My friend Snybod wrote this awesome article on our tanking credit-happy economy.

My favorite quote:

‘Because when we ignore future consequences, we can make lots of money with the lie that giving money to the rich will improve everyone’s life. My little perpetual motion machine works great as long as you guys turn the handle, and you guys drop money in it, and you guys pour in natural resources, and you guys clean up the trail of sludge it leaves behind, and you guys bend the rules to allow it to get bigger, and you guys pocket some blood money, and I take the profits and run. Who in this scenario is guilty of short-term thinking? Every person participating who cares more about money than about the future. We are all guilty.’

Amen, Snybod!

And speaking of amen, did you happen to see his post on Christians worshipping the Golden Bull of Mammon?

Snort!!!

XKCD cracks me up-when I’m not in over my not-so-geeky head.

On nihilism, on making the world a weirder place, on google maps, on overanthropomorphizing machinery and of course, for today, the election:

I am so pathetically devoid of geek skilz-sorry for all the futzing around tonight.

I finally decided to update Wordpress after 2 years of Breakingsod and even with my friend Jeff running the show, we still managed to break it a few times-Thanks Jeff, for hanging in there and getting the header back!

Now if only there was something I could do about the butt-ugly textbox background colors.

DOH! Sam just pointed out that my ‘Love wields a shovel’ tagline disappeared too!

Sigh. At least it’s working!

Azra’s resurfaced!

I love this woman. Her gorgeous paintings, ambling sketches, goddess chasing… Love it when she vents her goofiness in cartoon form, or tells her curious, capricious tales.

Ah, Azra. It would so be worth the trip to the woebegone wildlands of Tennessee, just to get chased off her Bertgarten Sage by her wicked sharp tongue, fierce gaze and slavering tiger-sized grimalkins.

Welcome back to the virtual world.

Finally, my flickr account is working again!(thanks D, I owe you… well, YOU know what I owe you)

Go see pretty girls dancing and all the other cool photo sets I’ve been waiting ever so long to upload.

At long last! I can do crazy shit like check my email from my very own bedroom and post, oh, sweet, sweet posting!

God, what a relief for a stymied bloggy girl.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daniel and Andy.

You’ve done a beautiful thing-May all the most excellent web genies rain abundant blessings on your sweet heads.

Daniel fixed the pics on my old blog, Loverzan.

That means I can show you my first(and so far only) lifesize sculpture!

My horned sister, dissolving into light,

and much, much more, should you for some godforsaken reason, wish to plunder and delve in the archives of my former life. You’ll find tantalizingly eclectic treasures like birds flying from rib cages, gorgeous bodypainted goddesses, broken masks, pennies from heaven, tortured chickens and all kindsa sexy grryl action.

…seems to have stopped for now, but my knees are still wet!

It’s a perfect line, just about an inch above the knee proper on both legs-corresponding precisely to the length of my jacket. Hrmmph! Now I get to give massage all evening with wetass knees.

I know it’s real rain when that happens.

Ah, Seattle.

I stopped in at one of my favorite blogs, Dreaming in Chiaroscuro and happened across some excellent advice, via Wish Jar Journal:

“Learn to say, ‘Fuck You’ to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, gasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose-sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding grinding grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO. Don’t worry about cool. Make your own uncool.

Make your own, your own world.”

(excerpted

from “The
Accidental Masterpiece” by Michael Kimmelman)

I had to send it to Asshole, I knew she’d be able to interpret some of the gnarlier terms for me.

C1. While nursing, your supervisor’s nipple should be inserted completely in your mouth at all times. Do not take this time as an opportunity to look around, play “catch-and-release,” or make “mouth music.” It should be noted that just because nipples can stretch to an alarming three to four inches long, it does not mean this is acceptable or desirable behavior. No horseplay will be tolerated while employees are in this work area!

SJ makes me snort.