Siber-Den
31 July 2002
Heroes Of Flight 93
It has been almost eleven months since 9-11.
They didn’t ask to be heroes. But the better we know them, the clearer it becomes that what Americans have wanted to believe all along — that this plane was filled with heroes — is true.“We always thought we were secure inside our borders in this country,” says Longman. “And the one day where we realized we weren’t, we lost control for a few hours. And these people, literally and figuratively, tried to take control back for us. And I think that will resonate for many, many years, and will be remembered as a defining American moment.”
[Posted at 23:55 on 07/31/02]
Not A Lifetime Movie
Ok...maybe there's something to the Lifetime Channel's theory of male behavior.
[Posted at 23:11 on 07/31/02]
27 July 2002
Crossing The Line...In So Many Ways
It's become a Saturday tradition for the Lifetime Channel to be on in the background as we do our Saturday stuff. Today's movie was so formulaic (for Lifetime) that we spent most of the time laughing. This reviewer hit the nail on the head:
Yes, the two-hour film is about sports. It's about competition, overzealous parents and violence. These are all things I understand. It also has a worthy message: Fathers and mothers should let their kids enjoy the spirit of play rather than pressuring them to win at all costs.Funny. That's what we'd been saying. There wasn't one male in this movie with any sense or one female lacking any. I guess it's too easy to joke about that conclusion. I just wonder why it's necessary to paint with such broad strokes.
So why must the film distract from this by making every man a raging lunatic? Perhaps it's because that is what we've come to expect from Lifetime: Men behaving badly. Woman, thy name is rationality.
[Posted at 14:14 on 07/27/02]
Love Yourself, Love Yourself
This is interesting, especially since one of Kev's old friends describes himself as being highly narcissistic. But the following line doesn't make sense:
Furthermore, people with overly high self-esteem constantly seek validation from others, and can be quite charming to procure it, he added.I thought people with overly low self-esteem constantly sought validation. Hmmm.
[Posted at 12:06 on 07/27/02]
25 July 2002
I Love These Dogs
We were not fortunate enough to get this kind of training before we got our first Sibe. We learned about their character first hand (first husky was a gift my brother gave his girlfriend...about 18 years ago...they kept her for about a month). I've been addicted to these dogs ever since. I'm sure there's fodder for psychologists in there somewhere.
[Posted at 11:40 on 07/25/02]
24 July 2002
Push Away From The Table
This was inevitable.
[Posted at 19:42 on 07/24/02]
23 July 2002
Abuse Pets, Abuse People
I think I might have mentioned this a few days ago.
[Posted at 23:36 on 07/23/02]
22 July 2002
The Vibes, The Vibes
I opened Kiwi's bag of dog food this morning, and the poor little dog RAN out of the kitchen and peered at me from the protection of the hallway. Omigosh. I've turned her into even more of a basket case. Poor poopy.
Of course this could just be her trying to get me to sit on the floor with her and feed her by hand out of the bag. Hmmm. Where on earth did I get that idea?
[Posted at 23:48 on 07/22/02]
24
I hope the second season is as good as the first.
[Posted at 23:32 on 07/22/02]
This Doesn't Need To Be A Twilight Zone Episode
Ok....maybe.
[Posted at 23:10 on 07/22/02]
21 July 2002
Interesting...
This is sort of refreshing. Here's a religious leader who isn't afraid to acknowledge that God and religious fervor may not have had a part in his children's illegal, murderous activities.
Rev. Triandafyllos, whose three sons, including Christodoulos, are suspected members of the November 17 terrorist group, told the media on Saturday, July 20, 2002, that his children had turned away from God and must now pay for their crimes.
[Posted at 17:50 on 07/21/02]
20 July 2002
The Wonders Of The Internet
I am subscribed to quite a few dog email lists. On one of the rescue lists, someone has posted a link to a website that has a picture of the b*st*rd who burned the kitten on the grill. The post to the list even included such information as his personal address and telephone number. Animal people can be pretty brutal too.
Update (7/21/02):
When I posted this, I hadn't bothered to click over to the next two pages linked at the bottom of the photo page. They contain the police report detailing what exactly happened. Unbelievable. Are we just watching too many violent movies or what? And how can anyone witnessing this find it humorous? If anyone's interested, here's the b*st*rd's address, in case anyone would like to send him a box of...well...send him something anyway.
Charles Benoit
1260 Missouri Court, Apt. 625
Jefferson Park Apt. Complex
Liberty, MO 64068
[Posted at 23:45 on 07/20/02]
We Like More Adam
Adam is still in the spotlight.
[Posted at 15:05 on 07/20/02]
*Shiver* Pt.2
So I have another roach story. Kev fed Kiwi the other night and after pouring a scoop of dog food into her bowl, he found that another HUGE outside-type roach was in the bag
The next morning, I carefully opened the bag and found the roach sitting on top of the dog food, gingerly and slowly making its way over the food. I couldn't believe that thing survived the previous night's treatment. I took the glass that we use to measure the food and carefully scooped him out of the food and made my way to the back door. Kiwi of course was very excited to see that I was carrying the glass and danced underfoot, so I wasn't paying very close attention to the glass UNTIL I FELT SOMETHING CRAWL ON MY HAND!! That was of course followed with a high-pitched scream, followed by me THROWING the glass on the floor. That makes sense huh? Throw the glass because the roach is on my hand. Hey, at least I managed to throw the roach in that direction as well. That cursed creature managed to survive a glass shattering around it and scurried under the fridge.
Kiwi did not appreciate the screaming or the tossing of her food onto the floor. She does not understand why this crazy woman, every once in a while, handles her food and screams and throws things. It isn't computing for the poopy. It took a bit of coaxing and reassurance to get her to eat her breakfast.
I need to find a new place to store the dog food.
[Posted at 13:02 on 07/20/02]
18 July 2002
'Bye, My Sweet Little Boy
Rudy, my orange tabby, became a part of my life about thirteen or so years ago. I found him stuck up a tree in the backyard, the same tree I found his brother, Trevor, in the day before. I have a feeling someone had dumped the both of them in my backyard. In the time I had him, he survived being hit by a car, being attacked by my husky, Stormy, and sleeping every night in my bed for over ten years :).
Tuesday afternoon my mom informed me that the little guy wouldn't eat. That is never a good sign in a pet, and for Rudy in particular, it's unheard of. That little guy's been known to put away quite a bit. After a quick trip to the vet, we found out he not only was in kidney failure but had an intestinal tumor as well. I had seen him Monday morning, and the little guy didn't seem to have anything unusual going on. He was his usual sweet, slobbery, purring self (pet me, pet me, pet me). I brought him home for a day or two just to see how he'd respond to the minor treatment the vet supplied. He didn't respond. Not eating for two more days was kind of an indication that maybe he was ready to give up his fight. This morning, I took him in to the vet once again and held him and felt him purr for the last time.
All the cruelty cases lately and here I am shedding tears over this one sweet little kitty who had had a good life and was loved and cared for and was humanely sent on his way. Maybe this is why the others hurt so much. I kept imagining what it might feel like to lose one of my own.
[Posted at 18:50 on 07/18/02]
17 July 2002
Sick
Ok, I'm not going to turn this into the anti cat-cruelty blog, but this is beginning to get ridiculous. What the hell is wrong with people?
[Posted at 10:26 on 07/17/02]
16 July 2002
More Counting Crows...
Lotsa Adam in the news.
[Posted at 00:45 on 07/16/02]
13 July 2002
Hard Candy Is Good
This isn't a bad review of the new Counting Crows cd. Well, up until the last two lines it isn't. I'm not used to critics liking ANYTHING they do. We fans are used to the pans. We've gotten to the point where we don't care.
Btw, I LOVE this cd. Recovering the Satellites will always be my favorite cc cd, but this one's really good. We like it when we have good music to listen to.
[Posted at 00:53 on 07/13/02]
12 July 2002
Poor Little Girl
*sigh* I don't know what to say about this one. Poor little girl.
[Posted at 20:40 on 07/12/02]
Yum
Oh wow. A frozen custard place in the Houston area? I've never had frozen custard, and the only reason I even know of its existence is through Kev's drooling accounts of his experiences with the creamy delight. This may merit a road trip out to Katy.
*update*
Ok...what the heck is my problem?
[Posted at 00:22 on 07/12/02]
10 July 2002
Discontent
It's way too early in the morning for me to have insomnia, and it's the wrong kind of insomnia for me. I don't usually wake up and can't fall back to sleep again. I usually just have problems initially falling asleep. I think I'm having nightmares. Two local stories have scrambled my brain wiring, and I think the only way for me to get them out of my mind is just to get them out of my system. So this entry is for me. Pay it no mind. Move along.
So someone killed a cat. I'm not going to provide a link to the story. It seems almost gratuitous to do so. Like slowing down while driving by a car wreck and craning one's neck. For what? And I don't want the link for posterity. It so alarmed me and distressed me and disturbed me that I've been walking around since reading it hurting. Someone saw his neighbor strangling a cat and watched him carry the cat into the house and followed around to the window to see what would happen next. The neighbor then opened his oven, threw cat into oven, turned oven on, and baked cat to death. It seems almost ludicrous. Almost funny. But it has so horrified me that I can't seem to find a safe place in my memory banks to deposit this data so that it can slowly recede into nothing. Horrified, alarmed, pained, disgusted, angered. Words. How....I just...I can't...I don't understand how something like this happens. Deliberately. How does one DO this to something. Something alive. I often joke that i can't even kill a disgusting roach, that I apologize to mosquitoes when I pulverize them with a slap, and then someone can do this. It's just not computing. And yes, there are worse things happening in the world.
There's the story of the nineteen year old. He murdered his fifteen-year-old ex-girlfriend, her mom, and her grandfather. All in an afternoon. He didn't just murder them, didn't just shoot them with a gun and go on with his business, whatever that could have possibly been for a parolee, out prematurely for burglary. He strangled them, beat them violently, with lamps, with stereo speakers, with a television (?), raped the mom, left all three of them for dead till their bodies were discovered a few days later by concerned neighbors. I am going to provide a link to this story. Not that I want to look back on it with any sort of fondness but for one simple incident in the brutal story. At one point, this brutal monster filled a bathtub with water, forced the mom into it and then threw a television, the same television he'd been beating them with, into the bathtub and waited for something to happen. Waited for something to happen? Waited for what to happen? Is something supposed to happen when one throws an unplugged, destroyed television into a bathtub? He then pulled her out and strangled her. My mind cannot comprehend the stupidity and the violence. The stupidity and the violence can't find a safe place in my head to recede slowly into nothing. I almost want to laugh at it, then the hour or two surrounding that particular moment of stupidity overwhelms it. Someone this stupid shouldn't be able to murder three people.
They've charged him with capital murder. Of course they have. This is Harris County, capitol of capital punishment. Harris has put people to death for a lot less than this. Maybe he's the poster child for capital punishment. It's not necessarily something to celebrate. Frankly, he's too violent and stupid to be anything but a canker on society. Maybe it's just best to excise it. It.
The person who did that unspeakable act to the cat will probably get a slap on the wrist. Animal brutalizers often do just get slaps on the wrist. It was just a cat after all. Right? The horror is never taken into consideration. The pain inflicted is never taken into consideration. This person's proclivity for brutality is never taken into consideration. Animal violence and graduation to violence against people is never taken into consideration. Just slap him on the wrist and let him back into society. Like the nineteen-year old. We seem to revel in playing Russian Roulette.
Pay this entry no mind. I'm just trying to sort through this enough so I can get back to sleep. Empty a safe place in my head for a few minutes to help me relax. Maybe it will work.
I think I'm up for the day.
[Posted at 07:10 on 07/10/02]
Explain?
I'm not sure what to think of this local program. It is a voluntary program. No one is forcing anyone to be sterilized. I do know my reaction to the last line in the piece:
Another argument of critics is that they claim the program is just giving money to people who want to go out and get more illegal drugs. That those people perhaps are not in the right frame of mind to make such a long-term birth control decisions.
The people targeted for this program (the ones on crack/drugs and alchoholic) are not in the right frame of mind to agree to long term sterilization, but they are in the right frame of mind to have/raise kids? That logic doesn't follow for me.
[Posted at 00:00 on 07/10/02]
07 July 2002
The NYTimes Does Good
This is a VERY long article but a very worthwhile read. It may just be fascinating to me, but it's the first time I've seen the Sugarbusters theory explained and possibly touted in a mainstream (albeit liberal) publication. We seem to be making progress on the whole diet issue.
[Posted at 16:16 on 07/07/02]
We're So Lame
Freaking Plano has a dog park now? And Houston's city leaders can't manage to figure out how? Geez.
At least someone is trying to knock some sense into them.
Till it sinks in, there's always the enclosed baseball field about a mile from our place for Kiwi to romp in. And there are other poopies there on occasion to play with too.
[Posted at 15:35 on 07/07/02]
Wireless Makes Geeks Out Of Everyone
Rural Texas gets hit with wireless broadband access fever.
[Posted at 15:11 on 07/07/02]
Mush
'Doin' some late-night surfing and came across this archived article on today's CNN Travel Section. Sibe people love the Iditarod (ignorant animal activists be damned), even though there are very few teams that run purebred Sibes. The dogs in the article may not be "Siberian" huskies, but they're close enough. These dogs live to run.
[Posted at 01:10 on 07/07/02]
05 July 2002
Sleep Eating?
Not trying to make light of this affliction, but this illness just seems too strange. Definitely something that would afflict someone living in an affluent society.
Hmm. I know someone who sleep-kisses. And I hope he doesn't seek treatment for it.
[Posted at 17:18 on 07/05/02]
A Safer Greece?
One of my bosses has expressed concern that I'm planning a trip to Greece in these relatively dangerous times. Kev just sent me an article containing news that hopefully will ease some of our fears about openly traveling as Americans in that country. Maybe there's something to this whole war on terror.
[Posted at 16:02 on 07/05/02]
*Sigh*
Heard from Kev while driving by a chick:
Women with guts. And it isn't a tale of courage.
[Posted at 14:43 on 07/05/02]
*Shiver*
Living in Houston, one is presented with many opportunities to gather roach stories. Today brought a new one.
We keep Kiwi's bag of dog food in a little utility cabinet by the back door. I'm not sure how this managed to happen, but I just went now and stuck my hand in the bag and grabbed the measuring glass in the bag to scoop up a little breakfast for the poopy. I didn't notice till I poured her food into her bowl, but there was a TWO-INCH ROACH in that scoop of dog food. Omigosh omigosh omigosh. Kev had just stepped into the bathroom to shower when he heard my screams. *shiver* *heebie jeebies*
It's even more fun when one knows there's a roach there and one has to pick up the container and carry it to the back door to toss offending creature out back door. Roaches sure do get active when their environment is jostled. *shiver* *heebie jeebies*
I need some lunch.
[Posted at 12:37 on 07/05/02]
04 July 2002
Pups
Rescue people are cool.
[Posted at 22:34 on 07/04/02]
Adam Rocks
If this columnist is right, counting crows should be around for a long while.
[Posted at 14:25 on 07/04/02]
02 July 2002
J-J-J-Jimmy pt.2
So Kev and I are lazing the evening away in front of the tube, waiting for eight 'o clock to come around so we can head to the Mucky Duck and see some music with friends. As we're flipping channels, what pops up on AMC but one of my favorite classic movies, Shenandoah. Omigosh. I can't tell you how many times I've seen this movie. It was one of my dad's favorites, probably because the whole thing revolves around strong family ties and love and devotion and other things a good greek father would value. I wouldn't be surprised if I've seen it at least twenty times. I love that movie. It's kind of an epic civil war drama. I made Kev sit through the last five minutes of it so I could shed a tear at its poignant ending. Some of these old movies still can kill me, just with one scene. Kev already thinks I'm a lunatic. And I'm still in chick moment mode.
[Posted at 19:07 on 07/02/02]
01 July 2002
Worse Than Telemarketers
[Posted at 22:37 on 07/01/02]
Mmmm....Chestnuts
This is fascinating to me. I love chestnuts. Kev can attest to my obsession for finding fresh ones. Maybe at some point in my lifetime they'll be plentiful again, thanks to these researchers. Till then I'll have to rely on the few net sources for chestnuts.
[Posted at 22:31 on 07/01/02]
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