All hail katherine hepburn.. who passed away today. she kicked ass.
either my mac is running extremely slow, or i am running in hyper-speed. it’s painful to work right now. and everything i do seems to crash some program. i should just go home. update: i am running in hyperspeed, i just lost an hour between 3:40 and 4:45. completely lost it.
i have nothing too exciting to tell you that isn’t all personal shit about my family. should i tell you anyway? first, and this one isn’t all that privatey, my grandma fell and broke her hip. she was actually at the dr’s office when it happened, which is good. she’s 88. recently my stepmom and my uncle have been discussing the fact that my grandparents are getting to the point in which they are going to need full on assisted living. i think my granddad is 89… he’s in real bad shape, barely mobile. and c-r-a-n-k-y. grandma was still mobile, but she had to pull an oxygen tank along with her… emphysema. they live in a somewhat assisted living apartment. there is a dining room in which the eat, but they live in an apartment. faye and uncle jerry were holding off, because it would break grandma’s heart to have to give up the rest of her stuff. but they may not have a choice now. poor grandma. poor granddad. they’ve got to be sick of this crap.
even tho i am the one who is losing time, someone else in my family has checked themselves into treatment… again. which is funny because a year or two ago he was insisting that we were the ones who had a problem with his drinking, not him. he’s been in treatment before. this time, he’s going a different route. no 12 stepping, it uses “counter conditioning therapy.” it’s the shick shadel hospital
and, yes… lisa… syphillus IS funny!

i am so happy for all the gay texans everywhere.. i know they’ve been looking forward to having anal sex for a long time! i bet they were jealous of all the other gays, who were allowed to have butt fun.
some guy was playing cello outside of the university bookstore, on the sidewalk. now see, if i had only practiced my cello, and gotten good at it, i could be doing that for more money. i don’t think that the French Folk song is going to garner me much cash.
* i think that’s the 2nd xander quote this week. yay, xander!

i love the tick.
so i’m in an emotional pickle. we are hiring a new person for my team. finally! but a lot of people i know are applying. and there are two of them that i really want to have it. but i can’t have it both ways. i won’t even tell you if i want one of them more than the other, because that doesn’t matter. i want it all. there are a lot FEELINGS involved. i know who would be more disappointed not to get it, and i know who has been dreaming of working here for years. i know who is unemployed, and who is working. i’ve worked with both of them, so i know the personalities and how i get along with them. regardless, i am not involved in the hiring process. for this very reason. which is probably a good thing, as i cannot be objective. and i have no idea who will get it, and nobody will tell me anything. i will say this, if one of those two people do NOT get it, well then i will be pissed off!
when we get a new person, they will probably fill the last cube in this pod, currently a resource cube. and our pod will be full. and LOUD, i imagine. it’s already LOUD. [lloyd is over there talking right now, as i type. blah blah blah blah. 🙂 ]

i meant to show you this earlier… it’s sorta fun. and soothing.
i don’t have much to say. i went to the fremont fair on sunday, in the hopes that something exciting would happen, so i could tell you about it. but no. i was approached by petition whores a lot. but since i am not a registered voter of the city of seattle, they didn’t need me. i was approached so many times, i started trying to come up with different ways to tell them i was of no use. i eventually worked my way to saying “i am not from your city” in a russian accent, as i walked away.
i didn’t see any nekkid people, because i went on sunday. and even the fremont fair people know you can’t run around nekkid on sunday. because of god. not that the fremont fair people would care about God, in the conservative judeu-christian manner, after all, it’s a solstice celebration. but the fair has really gotten yuppy. i was disappointed to find that the majority of things i liked, in the way of jewelry, was too expensive for me! everything was soooo expensive! and yes, people still complain about the nekkid people in the parade. i think those people do not belong at the fremont fair. i hate those people. they belong at the puyallup fair.

i found this article taped above the water bubbler this morning. while i was refilling my water bottle. they now they say it’s unsafe to reuse them. i’m using a cancer ridden water bottle. say it could have FECAL COLIFORMS!! anything with the word fecal is bad, you know. but then i got to thinking. this is a plot. i know it is. because how cheap is it to buy a gallon of drinking water from the grocery store… like 50 cents or something. then you can just reuse your water bottles, filling them up from the gallon jug. but you see, that would SAVE YOU MONEY. and they, the man, hate it when you save your money. much better to scare you into spending 20 times that on new bottles of water. bastards. all the bottled water people got together and put the squeeze on canada, until they released this report.
my little brother is in sacramento, protesting at the WTO. he’s such a little punk! i’d say he was an anarchist, but i’m not sure if he considers himself one. he’s vegan. does that count? he’s on a road trip, and he’s supposed to make it up here to see me. in a car full of punks. they are crashing with other punks along the way. i guess punks are real accommodating.
btw, how cool is it that sacramento’s newspaper is called the Sacramento Bee? they call it the sacbee i’d love to change the seattle times and/or post intelligencer to The Bee. probably the times, since we already call the post intelligencer the P.I. then we’d have the seabee. Yeah!!

canada is all about the love.
while southern baptists are delusional and sad. and blessed by the president of the united states.
i feel shame.

molly sent me this link to a creepy ebay auction. you have to read the entire description/story. stuff like this is what the internet was made for, kids!
“… I would destroy this thing in a second, except I really don’t have any understanding of what I may or may not be dealing with. I am afraid (and I do mean afraid) that if I destroy the cabinet, whatever it is that seems to have come with the cabinet may just stay here with me. I have been told that there are people who shop on EBAY that understand these kinds of things and specifically look for these kinds of items. If you are one of these people, please, please buy this cabinet and do whatever you do with a thing like this. Help me…”
it’s been sold. molly and i are dying to find out what happens. surely the buyer will keep the world wide web apprised of the situation. so many people have emailed the seller, according to the auction site… so there must be interest in the object. which was called a dibbuk box.
supernatural crap rules!

here is something fun. if you are tired of your own name, babynames.com will help you generate a new one, based on your current name and a personality trait. you can play with it all day long.
trust me,
Love,
yi tawny hamilton

so i saw the matrix finally. it was pretty good. i like the fighting. a bunch of smiths… that’s good. i have a couple of complaints/thoughts. first, fishbourne was bugging me big time. oh hi, drama queen much? yes, i think so, morpheus. no wonder mrs. jada pinkette smith preferred the crabby guy. and please, put a shirt on. also, the whole dancing sex scene? matrix porn!! i think i was supposed to find that sexy. was i? i didn’t. i found it… trite. and i guess i really wasn’t all that interested in sex between trinity and neo. in fact, i think i found it disturbing.
however, i loved the french guy, merovingian. he ruled!! he made the movie. i hope he’s in the 3rd one. he should be. he should be in lots and lots of movies. all the time. he was delightful. you practically want to be friends with him. although he IS evil. but still, all those french curses he could teach you!!
hey, did i tell you? yesterday i went to the post office, and there was a panhandler outside. when i came out, he asked me for change, but i explained i used my change to buy stamps. as i walked away he said, “i like your voice!” umm… what? I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me on my voice before. with good reason. weird.