10 June 2006
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§scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Saturday, June 10, 2006
20 March 2005
Blogger drove me over the edge with their "we're too big for our britches service," so we broke down and hooked up WordPress on one of our servers. We're moving on OUT!
Please update your bookmarks, blogmarks, blogrolls, click whore folders, and any stray links ;) This blog will stay put for redirect purposes, but will no longer be updated at this locale!
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§scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Sunday, March 20, 2005
18 March 2005
back to school: week 10
Welcome to number ten in the series, "Get My Ass Outta’ This Class!"
DB and I are officially on Spring Break! Wooo Hooo! I will be looking skyward at these leaves for most of the next week, and when I’m not, we’ll be out snorkeling, lounging, and drinking it up (sorry, I don’t have a recent photo of my favorite sandy haunt, but will update with a photo next week :) Non-sandNsun plans include a collusion in 808 with Becky @ April Fool.
Updates: Last week’s “NO GRADE” on the anal paper rewrite has been updated to a strong ‘A’ with notations on strengths in all areas—honestly, I didn’t rewrite THAT much, so will be talking to My Philo Professor upon return from the break to sort out the WHY of the original “NO GRADE” to avoid another occurrence on the next paper. Il Professore (English) was appalled (read that as f’ing fried, appalled, righteously pissed off) at the Philo Prof’s 2 page, 8pt critique of my paper… I digress—at least I know *I’m* sane ;) And damnit, no, I didn’t go whining to him! He caught the dismayed voices before class, as a friend at school was reading through it with the same shock…neener, neener. (Can Grandmas still say neener, neener? Shit, cuz I don’t normally! lol)
Speaking of papers, what would Immanuel Kant say about Ted Bundy or Terry Schiavo’s case? (If anyone has a Schiavo link that IS NOT armchair commentary, please share—otherwise keep your bloggin’ links to thineselves ;)
Bitchitude: Sadly, I have been drawn into the socio-political arena on these cases for yet another grade. Is that fair, given that I have better things to expunge my breath on than the politico-based drama of the day. Ted Bundy was a calculating puke with subjective morals--he’s easy. The Schiavo case is so riddled with diarrheic propaganda, making it nearly impossible to form an educated opinion based on the mass of armchair commentary overwhelming the media, and puked up further by the blogosphere. I’d like to do the paper on Schiavo, but unless I can find some objective data, it seems pretty futile to even attempt a rational analysis… what say you?
I’d be very interested to see evidenced documentation for the basis of the March 18 determination—Is anyone able to get to the actual court records at this point?
I promised grade updates, didn’t I? Midterm GPA looking like a 3.5-3.67-ish por moi and might as well be a 4.0 for DB. He rawks—I know I might sound biased, but I also have to work with this man in an unbiased setting as well. So consider that a professional analysis of his crystallized wisdom—he just fucking rawks!
Regurgitated Research: I have to say THANK YOU again to EVERYONE who has dropped me research responses. I will have a massive edition of shameless plugz coming up next week, and being the true, the faithful, the loyal and adoring, considerate readers I have in each and every one of you, I know you’ll drop by and thank them profusely for getting this research crap offa my blogposting venue! lol :)
7 ta’ go!!! If you haven’t responded to my research survey, I impress upon you the importance of my education, my new future career, my reputation as the teacher’s techno-pet… what ARE you waiting for? :)
Have a grrreat weekend, everyone!
§scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Friday, March 18, 2005
16 March 2005
I need the practice, so sit down, cozy up, nuke some popcorn, and listen closely…
I am going…
I am going to…
I am going to be…
I am going to be a…
I am going to be a… (ready for the kicker?)
I am going to be a grandmother.
Me, that’s right. Me… and all of my 39 years are going to be a grandmother.
W T F.
This should be a wonderful moment of merriment and celebration…
No. I am only 39 years old.
My brilliant eldest spawn and all of his 18.8 years decided he was too studly for a condom on a booty call, and now there is a 21 year old (I’ll be nice—but use your imagination here) “chick” running around carrying my grandchild for the next hrmmm it sounds like 7 months to go (don’t let me think past this point for now, please!)
Whew, I said it out loud. I said it in public. I told dearest friend A, whose response was a simple round of “fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Repeated 3 times over.
My nearest and dearest, DB in all his dubious wisdom was right. He’s always right; the “phone call” could have been only one of two things, my ex od’d or my son knocked some girl up… I digress. He’s always right.
While I have no alternative but to be supportive, understand my position… this is not a good thing—he’s a kid, and she’s senseless. My son may be all grown up on the outside, but emotionally, he’s still a youngstah, himself. No steady job, to boot.
So, I’m still in shock, and honestly we’ve expected it, but the moment of truth is still incredulous to say the least.
I’m in an odd place in mind and time; we hadn’t made a final decision on if *we* were going to have a baby, yet. Weirdness abounds.
So my faithful readers let me leave you on this note…
I get to go from 0-60 overnight—no mo’ sweet young thang, but I get to skip middle-age and go straight to senior citizenship—Do I at least get some kind of discount card? ;)
Seriously, I’m all right, just trying to cope with my uhhhh, newly appointed ‘status.’
Thanks for listenin’
§scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Wednesday, March 16, 2005
12 March 2005
shameless plugz: 03.12.2005
Pimpin’ You, Pimpin’ Me…
For those of you I’ve already thanked, Mahalo again, and my gratitude to Suzanne @ Contemblogging, Cara @ To Whom it May Concern, and their most helpful readers this morning who showed up in the name of research, to cut yet another slice out of the “ta’ go” total! Golf Widow @ Ministry of Silly Walks brings the weekend to a delightful close, with another successful bump to the tallied responses... this brings us into the home stretch!
Sex, drugs, disabilities, and discrimination--oops, right statute… wrong post (or is it?!?) D. Brooks @ Corporate Crap brings us laughing back to the bank with a follow up on bullying in the workplace—this is a must read—are you a victim? What are the signs? What can you do about it? Interested in the possibility of a book with detailed victim accounts? Let DB know you’d love to hear the gory details while you’re there!
While Becky @ April Fool was twisting our necks in the last version of shameless plugz, but I must shamelessly pimp her out in this edition, too! She unleashed a great new look, with fresh blogskin in red, white and black! Let her know how much you like it, love it, adore it, and ok, worship it, too! great new blogskin! Of course, I’m biased, and honestly only minutely glory hounding… I designed her new logo! (There’s no way to get around that—go visit her! lol) Hey, we all gotta’ work it occasionally, otherwise it gets rusty! Remember that—it’s multipurpose!!!
Viva Las Vegas for Jade @ Jaded Sunburns who is getting married today! Leave her your well wishes and check out the rest of her blog... Oh yes, and let Priss @ House of Crap know how much she rawks for Jade's great skin!
Will corporate whoredom proffer some mercy on the souls of independent and up and coming musicians—hell no, I say and there’s definitely no penance, so sayeth Bud Buckley.
We all enjoy music in form or another—so, support your local musicians and the venues they play!
Speaking of musicians and chocoholics, I received a research response from another musician, who incidentally has a great sense of humor--Lafe Dutton. I requested his permission to share it wit’ y’all because I got a hearty giggle out of it! Here it is:
1. B.C. = Butterscotch Chocolate and A.D. = Almost Dead from lack of chocolate.
2. C.E. = Chocolate Eclairs and B.C.E. = Better Chocolate Eclairs
3. B.C.E. because you can mark the dates on the calendar with a chocolate fingerprint.
5. Absolutely! I revere chocolate!
6. The only happiness in War is when the soldiers hand out chocolate. This must mean something.
War Cry Girl @ A Cure For Boredom also put in her two cents on the research, so I had to pay the piper--she was the 80th response! Drop by and say hey, and to EVERYONE else listed here! And don't forget to check out her skin--it's an awesome graphic, and she also some fabulous links to follow... I'm doing the same as soon as I quit laughing my fool ass off about "horking hairballs, the size of grapefruits..." You'll just have to read it yerselves, though!
If you deem yourself worthy, or hell, even unworthy and have something kickass to share with my wonderfully loyal 13.25 readers, feel free to say HEY YOU, WTF! And I’ll update to include you…be sure to leave your attention-grabbing line of “get yer’ bootay over here and read me” with it! (Ok, really substitute that with your own version!)
Regurgitated Research: if you haven’t responded to my research survey, I impress upon you the importance of my education, my new future career, and my reputation as the teacher’s techno-pet… What ARE you waiting for? :)
§scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Saturday, March 12, 2005
10 March 2005
back to school: week 9
Welcome to number nine in the series, "Get My Ass Outta’ This Class!"
My perfect attendance record is officially toast! I played hooky, ditched school, skipped school (ok, I’m not so badass, it was only half a day, but a much needed one!)
DB was sicker ‘an a sad dawg, and I wasn’t feeling so hot—but damnit if it isn’t MORE work and time consuming to not go, than to have stayed! We had to hunt down two professors, email assignments, and play phone tag to pick up missed assignments and information. Ahhh, I almost think we should have just stayed there and suffered through! Skippin’ school surely ain’t what it used to be! I used to just walk in one door and out the other, then over to the busstop, and on to the beach, once I knew the parent-model had driven off!
Confessions: So just as I think my energy is gearing back up and adjusting from it’s maladjusted state, getting a paper returned with a “no grade,” oops, wait, let me rephrase, “NO GRADE” was so totally not what I needed! I rewrote it, but it was traumatic to say the least, sapping me of every ounce of vitality left in my soul. Two pages of comments in 8-point type—I mean c’mon! I’m pulling 100+ percent in English right alongside this class, and was the same in that one, that is until now! Cross your fingers, toes, eyes, and any spare body parts for me that the rewrite survives for a decent grade!
“Why, oh why, did this happen, B’Tude?” Well, my darlings, it is partially because I used more than 2 syllable words, or rather because I didn’t dumb it down enough (WTF, isn’t that what my blog is for?) and secondly because dis’ proffesore’ is working way outside of the box for style and we clashed in the middle, somewhere. I’ll be sure to let you know if the old dog can learn new tricks—It felt so ‘high school’ turning in an extremely dumbed-down rewrite, but it was what he asked for…yeesh!
In other news, the scholarly marks at the midterm point are doing well otherwise, and only one midterm left, which thankfully, should be fairly breezy. We shall see, as my confidence now waivers in the light of the “NO GRADE” issue…
Compliment of the day: Being of age (well, nontraditional age) comes with an unspoken responsibility--Professors can use you for examples, and some of us occasionally have something to say… in this case it was about flaky ex’s and child support. When asked how many years the ex had ‘skipped’ paying, I answered. Unprepared and confused about the doubletake (not once, but twice) and necks craning around the room, he utters, “Well, you sure do pickle well!” The younger crowd was a bit puzzled, and he reiterated with “preserved” which they understood better. Are you sure? Uhhh, yeah. Does nobody see these deepening laugh lines, but me? Vanity… it’s a terrible thing to waste!
So I leave that class and walk into the evil FreakShrink’s class—get situated, just as she demands the entire back rows to move up front. I dogmatically shook my head, pointed to my eyes (the whole petrified contact thing, remember?) She was prepared this time—she had turned the front air conditioners OFF! Damnit, anyways! I guess she didn’t appreciate us backrow slackers (2/3) being in the back rows—we broke her stereotype! But I submitted, moved up and intently gazed upon her as she lectured. I’m not complaining though, she cut us loose 30 minutes early! Hrmmm, do you think that would work twice? Lol—I’ll let you know!
I haven’t left for my last day this week, yet. I’m reserving this spot in the event something truly amazing happens today, but I’m hoping not! I’ll update as necessary, though!
Updated: 03.15.2005 Regurgitated Research: if you haven’t responded to my research survey, I impress upon you the importance of my education, my new future career, my reputation as the teacher’s techno-pet… what ARE you waiting for? :)
[ research: bc/ad vs. ce/bce]
And mahalo (thank you) once again, to everyone who has responded and pimped out my homework! I can't even begin to express how much it has helped!
And mahalo (thank you) once again, to everyone who has responded and pimped out my homework! I can't even begin to express how much it has helped!
§scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Thursday, March 10, 2005
05 March 2005
fresh off the jet: the flying penguini's arrive on o`ahu!
It’s a great day when the mailman delivers one of those lovely brown mystery boxes. Today, he brought me a box from Chicago. One-upping the Chicago address, was the tempestuous comedian, Andy Martello’s address… What could it be?!? (This is where you ohhh and ahhh in wonder with me…ohhh, ahhh).
Squeals of delight could be heard emitting from this treasure, as the box ventured down the hard trek of the evil stairway. We had to go grocery shopping, and left the little box alone for another hour…
Upon our return from the evils of grocery shopping on a Saturday, we opened the box—and oh so very carefully! I was expecting something to jump out at me and ducked as a matter of fact and that’s when I saw… THE FLYING PENGUINIS!
Oh, one by one, I gently removed them from their packing material, cooing and ahhhing each one. One whispered to me that it wanted to go to the beach…
Two more Penguinis jumped out and demanded to go to the beach, but it was much too dreary out to forge through the nasty weather. It was all I could do to keep them contained!
They tried to perform on their own, to no avail. I had to sit through DB reading their instructions to me. I carefully identified Penguini 1, Penguini 2, and Penguini 3 and held them close. It was at that very moment, I knew I would never be a juggler, and Penguini 1 and 2 almost rolled off the lanai to the terrace below. DB lurched, and managed to save them before they fell to their deaths.
While all of this was taking place, Penguini 3 went straight for DB’s sandy slippahs, and was hell bent on hitting the beach. I spent most of the afternoon coaxing him into waiting it out until a much more pleasant day.
I hesitate to think what DB’s foot was doing behind Penguini 3, but this was the end result. DB told me later, that Penguini 3 whispered in his ear, “this bitch needs more practice.” But I digress.
While DB came to the Flying Penguini’s rescue, he refuses to sleep with them, forcing me to remove them from the bed…
BTW, Andy, that whole penguin thing—it just doesn’t belong in the bedroom! But I’m taking better care of your wayward spawn, and I promise, they’ll get to the beach, soon!
Everyone else, take a moment to stop by Andy’s Blog and let him know how much you enjoy his bloggerdom, his comedy, his wry sense of humour, and his furry little critters.
Andy Martello will whore himself out to almost any venue across the globe for the right price. Public shows, parties, private shows, corporate ho’s and mo! If you need an entertainer, Andy’s your man! Call him. Call him now!
And Andy, darlin’ thanks so much for all the goodies! For everyone else, I am now hoarding my personalized autographs, pictures, and the coolest marketing collateral (ok, brochure, Damnit, anyways!) So you'll have to get your own!!!
THANK YOU, ANDY!!!
PS Those are NOT my legs!
PPS If you have not yet responded to my research survey (c’mon it’s homework!) click this [ research: b.c./a.d. vs. c.e./b.c.e. ] and follow the instructions there—thank you!
§scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Saturday, March 05, 2005