Friday, November 9, 2012

Crazy Straw or Regular?

Not that I will get to go, because that would require finding a sitter and considering we've lived here for a month, we know very few people. However, the new Bond flick, Skyfall, opens today and I wish I could go see it with my husband! I love Daniel Craig as James Bond and although I am a Roger Moore devotee, as he is the Bond of my youth, Craig is the best Bond there ever was. Besides being exceptionally easy on the eyes, he's a fascinating actor in all of his movies. I think his revamped Bond is conflicted, weary, and intense. I love his interactions with Judi Dench as Q, which adds a dark levity to the movies that I enjoy.  However, I truly love Daniel Craig in this role and I loved him in the Olympic opening ceremonies (I admit the Welsh corgis might have stole the show on that one), too.  What is Daddy sauce, by the way? Is it that brown sauce Brits put on sandwiches? I think it might be and that is one nasty condiment. It involves onions and nothing remotely dill or pickley?  I lived in Aberystwyth, Wales for a year and my first meal -  a Plowman's lunch that I grabbed at Euston station before hoping the train to Shrewsbury nearly gagged me on that first bite because of the "pickle." I thought pickle was a pickle not whatever that brown sauce was.  Gaaaaaa!  I can still taste it and I can still hear the vendor chuckling when he saw me dig in to my sandwich. In true British fashion, he knew.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

I'm Ready for my Close-up Mr. Demille

I think I'm getting sick with the flu and I have a headache from hell so I feel like this Carol Burnett character. Damn me for not getting a flu shot this year. I am also amazingly and increasingly fascinated with the various pieces of information coming out from our election and its making me feel like Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory as I read different things on web sites I've never visited before. Will I have to line my kitchen with tinfoil or wear it on my head?

What has captured my imagination and interest is why the Republican Party got away with consistently and weirdly rejecting legitimate sources of data that would have been used to fully inform the campaign managers and the candidates on everything. Some of the largest backers of Romney and other GOP hopefuls were Wall Street heavies like BOA and Credit Suisse. I would think they would have had a keen interest in a responsibly run campaign. They had a lot of money on the line.  Obviously, I'm late to the party on this tidbit as everyone else seemed to know this except me.  I remain surprised. I suppose, however, that since I keep up with my news via CNN, TMZ, and find the funnies the best part of any newspaper, I should not be. 

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Another Fistful of Awesome

I'm pretty pleased with the Internet today. It's almost as good as the day after Eastwooding or as Jon Stewart referred to it "A fistful of awesome."  Today makes me happy because all of my conservative friends are having online tantrums and just totally freaking out via FB while my liberal friends taunt them, gloating and being poor sports in general. It's how I feel when I loose at Monopoly so I can relate.  Here's a couple of snippets:

Cory....I posted my stuff all year, but NEVER once did I tag you to rub your nose in it. You crossed that line. You support a guy who allowed Americans to be murdered by his MUSLIM brethren and tried to cover it up... and the media helped him cover it up. Hillary Clinton bit the bullet and threw herself under the bus. I guess she is angling for Biden's spot should he be deemed incapacitated.

Cheer the deat of the Americans in Benghazi and cheer the deaths of the Americans and MExicans in Fast & Furious. Give your guy a pass.

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Today I am thankful for the unfriend button. I have and will use it at my discretion. I might not be able to fix the world but I can fix what goes on in My FB WORLD. DELETE!
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I am very afraid. We re elect such a record and the largest tax increase on small business and middle class, I am afraid for our nation.
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Wow. I'd like to see what would happen if this was a Republican candidate. I thought it was the Republicans always committing voter violation? Just ask the Democrats, they'll tell you.
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Enough of the snippets from my angry friends.  I think ultimately Rachel Maddow really summed-up what is going on with our Republicans and it's all in the statistical data (isn't it always). Karl Rove apparently was the person who was calling upon Fox news to reject the vote count last night and for Romney to not to concede the election. Rove deemed the data was fraudulent and invalid as apparently he knows best and everyone listens. These are non-partisan entities that provide us with these statistics year after year and if indeed the Republicans are rejecting valid data sources, it would explain why Romney has been so directionless. Bad data means bad decisions.  

On another note here in the fine state of TX, One of our Republican congressman said he will reject anything from Obama. So apparently he won't even review a policy, just outright reject it.  Last time I checked, if I went to work with that attitude, I'd be fired.  What do you think?


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

I Feel Like Crying

Well I guess if there's a contest to win NaBloPoMo - I have lost. However, I shall still carry-on.

Today is election day and I watched this on CNN and it makes me want to cry.  If I could send a message to President Obama it would be "I am very proud of you." Tomorrow my daughter turns 10 and she is of the generation that doesn't see race and ethnicity as an identifier of a person. She is completely color-blind and she and is completely nonplussed by the fact that our President is African American. To me, that validates how far we as a nation have come in a short amount of time. However, there is still work to be done. My daughter recently told me that she heard a girl on the bus confiding in another friend (yes, my daughter is a class-a eavesdropper - a skill I encourage) about another girl who makes fun of her because she is Mexican.  I asked my daughter what she thought and she said, "That's not nice." I agree but didn't tell her that kids learn that type of thing from their parents and adults who see these things sometimes don't intercede. Add that to the "rule by exclusion" culture that makes-up the world of women and you have a potent mix. I worry for my daughter when I think too hard about this because all I want is for her to be her own person. My parents always told me "wear beige and keep your mouth shut" when I would discuss those types of things with them. We were never encouraged to go against the status quo in my family and I am pretty mild mannered as a result (this did not affect my sister who is a warrior woman, but that's another blog). Wear beige and keep your mouth shut is also not something I'd ever teach my child. I don't want her to end-up as uncomfortable as I feel when I have to confront someone about something negative.

By the way, if I could send a message to Mitt Romney it would be "I am terrified that you might hold the secret codes to our nuclear arsenal. Wear beige and keep your mouth shut, ass-hat."  I guess I can't send that but I'd like to.


Friday, November 2, 2012

Hello from Mary

Well, damn-it, if Hilda is going to Blog for NaBloPoMo, then I shall not be left in the cold. I'll blog, too.  I'm not quite sure what I'll blog about as I am afraid to post my real thoughts for world consumption. I guess since I'm no longer able to keep my email, FB, LinkedIn, and Twitter accounts separate from the each other and thus me, I'll take the plunge and hope I don't get fired or end-up the scourge of the online world for being an ass. Personally, I've always liked to sit back and observe for a while. I like to hover around the surface of things until I've known you for a few months. It makes me feel more comfortable about things.  I am not a shy person, I'm just cautious - a bit superficial until I've know you for a while. Blogging is contrary to my theory of initial superficiality so I start this with a bit of trepidation.

This all makes me think of my first job right out of college.  I was completely traumatized by the culture that is Corporate America. Everyone talks about each other non-stop and I was not prepared. This was 1992 and people could still smoke into those vacuum cleaner ashtrays that did nothing. My immediate co-worker was near retirement, no one liked her, she was a museum docent with limited skills, a grown daughter who was a former pageant star. She was a woman with an arsenal of polyester dresses that held-on to her body odor who taught me how to write an inner-office memo and how to cc:, and to document everything. There is not a day that goes by that I do think of her, either.  So there I was, college graduate, with her first job that she may have gotten because the original hire might have died or been put on a container ship to South America. I had a salary and I worked with people who were quickly turning out to be Republican, middle-aged, corporate-shills. I didn't know how to handle myself so I decided not to make any real friends at work and keep to myself. I kind of hid-out in my office and took walks on my lunch hour and chatted about the weather in an effort to avoid people. It worked for a month or two. However, one particular man kept inviting me to lunch with "the gang," an offer I always refused. They'd go for Chinese, a big group of them, Marta from accounting goes. It's fun to get out, he told me. So after a few months, he wore me down and caught me at a weak moment and I joined the big group for lunch much to the screams of my inner-voice telling me to run away. (Don't worry - this is not the kind of  story that involves Brenda Star being lead to a hotel room with a sleazy snatch-hound.) This is a story that ends with me at a Chinese restaurant with the "lunch gang" - a group of four.  The gang it turns out, were the basement dwelling computer programmers who weren't allowed to leave the building. That department alone fulfilled the company ADA due to personality issues, and their supervisor might have been an evil dictator. They were all men.  They were all old. They were all quirky, and they did not talk to others.  It was not a good lunch. It was an awkward lunch that involved excessive quantities of tea being poured into my cup and on the tablecloth. It did, however, allow me to make my first friends at work because when I told my supervisor, she told her friend, and we all laughed until my supervisor nearly cried. It forced me out of my hiding place.

I do hope this blog goes better and does not become my second Chinese lunch.  Excuse my punctuation and welcome to 123 3rd Street. I promise not to hide.