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friday, december 29 Cha cha cha! Very pleased to report that Tylenol Allergy Sinus is mostly comparable to the healing balm of Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Flu Medicine Effervescent. I say mostly because it renders the unfortunate side effect of feeling as if one's brain is the size of a pea rattling around, unhindered, within a cranium the size of a watermelon. With a few more peas, I'd sound like a maraca. There's got to be more to life than being a percussive instrument when one is already down and out with the flu. To be honest, I don't really do very well on any medication, both legal and the stuff that might land you on the other side of a set of bars, sharing a cell with Robert Downey Jr. I never have. Me, the life of the party? Try the one asleep in the corner. ZZZzzz...  ![[pause]](img/pause.gif){kind=small}  FOJM surpasses 500 to reach 510. I'm just a little stunned that so many folk have taken the time to submit their mirror/reflective photographs. Submit yours, baby!This update includes one of the most touching FOJM yet: "This is a self portrait that my son Chase took of himself. Chase has a form of Autism and I thought it was neat that he noticed himself instead of the usual objects that he takes pictures of" - submitted by Susan Schubert. New and returning inductees include Caroline, Kiri, Jodi, Heather, Andrea, Artboy, Erica Lynn, Mike, Robert, Bianca, Christian, and Chase. It's the Official jezebel/harrumph! Holiday Greeting! Send your own jezebel holiday greeting. Beautiful Face: a picture taken every day during a woman's twenty second year. [via Caterina] I don't think Meg took this shot. Que pense tu? A moon mirror shot. [via Dan] Faux mirror shots within the pages of Italian Vogue, March 2000, "Self Portraits with Trench." [via Eloy] If I had a wish list, I would add Mirror Images: Women, Surrealism, and Self-Representation. [via pb] Back in October, Erica was all the rage on the Back Street Boy's bulletin boards for "In the bathroom at Burger King, proudly wearing my Backstreet Boys crown." Yesterday? We come in peace! thursday, december 28 
Is anyone else just a little more than disappointed that it's almost 2001 and we're still grounded here on dear old planet Earth?Shouldn't we be in deep, deep space by now, wearing cool, flattering, stretchy clothing that wouldn't know a natural fibre if you shook a cotton ball at it? I want my space travel, and no, I don't want to pay some ridiculous amount of money to a Russian company to visit MIR. MIR? Please? No, I want my own comfy, deep sleep cocoon and swizzo ray gun. I want to float around in zero gravity like the big boys. And aliens. I want to meet an alien. Not some scary, slimy monster, but one of those friendly, English speaking humanoids, like the other-world bi-peds who populate Star Trek, Babylon 5, and Space 1999. We've all grown up on a continual diet of interstellar space travel and considering that the new millennium is mere minutes away, well, i'd have to say that someone has dropped the ball. I nominate myself to be an ambassador to the heavens. I'm a pretty typical run-of-the-mill earthling. Sure, I have my own "hang-ups" and "issues," but show me someone who doesn't and I'll show you someone who has spent far too much time at the mall. Do we really want our first contact to be made by some NASA buzz cut rocket jockey? I didn't think so. Real people for space, that's what I say. "We come in peace, baby!" It's the Official jezebel/harrumph! Holiday Greeting! Send your own jezebel holiday greeting. Word from Nick on the fate of the Pink Rabbit of Change: "After nail-chewing, pondering and a long conversation with the bunny herself, I've decided to pass her on to Salma Ayesha in Pakistan, and continue the eastward path that she's followed over the past year. It seems to make sense." We look forward to hearing about the continuing adventures... Waferbaby's Fusion No.2 has been unveiled. I want to hand a few SUV tickets. Yesterday? Flu funk wednesday, december 27  Home again. Full of good cheer and an embarrassment of riches*. Oh, and the flu.The flu came gift wrapped in one of those fancy specialty gift bags, like that which you might buy for a gift of fine wine. "Do not open until Christmas!" was emblazoned across the velvet folds in finely crafted embroidered gold script. And I didn't, so now I find myself in the thrall of a gift that keeps on giving. I had hoped to smite the wee beasties with my favourite Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Flu Medicine Effervescent but there is none to be found. It appears that Phenylpropanolamine or PPA, the decongestive agent, has some rather naughty side effects and was recalled in November. So now I deck the halls with soiled hankies and kleenex. Fa la la la la! *The picture of the bow was taken with this. More about that later... It's the Official jezebel/harrumph! Holiday Greeting! Send your own jezebel holiday greeting. Congratulations to Michael and Trina. Congratulations to James and Brooke. Girls and Ang Lee kick ass: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Go see. The Chinese Love Calculator [via /usr/bin/girl] Set Game: Just in case you have ample free time to noodle away. [via MetaFilter] Some time ago? Oh, the weather... friday, december 22 Current San Francisco Weather Conditions  "Oh the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! It doesn't show signs of stopping And I've bought some corn for popping The lights are turned way down low Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! When we finally kiss goodnight How I'll hate going out in the storm! But if you'll really hold me tight All the way home I'll be warm The fire is slowly dying And, my dear, we're still goodbying But as long as you love me so Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" -Let it Snow, Sammy Cahn I tell ya, living here could make a girl soft! It's a glorious day here... Montreal? Well, things don't look so good. I do miss the snow. I didn't think I would, but I do. Aside from the leaves falling from the Gingko tree outside my door, nothing much has changed. Without the appearance of seasonal change, time seems to stand still. Hmm. Perhaps I'll cultivate a dry, flakey scalp to ensure some sort of scenic drift. Hey, baby, send me some snow! Oh, and some Fairmont bagels. It's the Official jezebel/harrumph! Holiday Greeting! Send your own jezebel holiday greeting. What did I want to be as a kid? I confess, a ballerina. How lame is that? Here's a chance to do some good: Donate a mammogram. That handwriting looks familiar! Yesterday? Mel, part deux. thursday, december 21 Selected bits of "wisdom" Yesterday's rant inspired a few "beau mots" regarding what women are really thinking. I'm using the word women very loosely. Some of you other gendered folk might have weighed in as well. About Mel "Boy, you sure look old" "He'd be cute...if he wasn't so damned short" "Hey! Mom was right. Mel Gibson is overrated" "...feet are kinda small. You know what that means" "I wonder if Mel would like that cock ring I saw in good vibrations?" "I wish Mel wouldn't talk so much. He should just stand there and be middle-aged beautiful" "Is that Mel Gibson? Naw, can't be that guy is kinda bald and looks like he is dying his hair. Mel is dreamier than that" "Did you know mel gibson is actually a control freak, he has his home in connecticut (sp?) and really doesnt let his wife work, yet has a nanny for his children, I can never ever ask my wife not to work, who is he anyways?? The more you know about these 'movie-stars' the less desirable are the less desirable movies they appear in ...." Mel and George W "Hey there hot stuff. You look like George W" "Strangely, he looks a bit like George W. Bush." About the green, hair flippy, finger woman "Damn, my fingers stuck" "I really need to wax my chin ..." "I wonder what my chin feels like?" "Dis hot hairs is my ticket to luxland!" "The worst part is, of course, when you grow your hair long and then the ends of it fling themselves up to attack you. Ingrates. After all you've done" About something else entirely "Who's on first?" "Purple monkey dishwasher" "The race never ends, and the rats are winning" "Screw the mall. I'll give everyone my extra cans of tomato paste. It's festive!" "By God, I miss those Ottawa winters. What _was_ I thinking when I moved to Frisco?" "If any man actually knew what I was thinking, his sanity wouldn't last five minutes... and his ego might not even survive five seconds" Phew! Do you feel better for getting that off your chest? I know I do. My super hero name revealed through Henry's snazzy heuristic telephone address book system. It supposedly works 95% of the time. Why am I not surprised that I'm in that other 5%? Heather Champ = 4328437 24267 = Heavier Chaos. Sometimes you read something online so very personal that it reaches deep down and brushes away some of the darkness that has gathered in a long forgotten corner. Linking to these precious bits seems crass, so I'm not going to. But I want you to know that I've read them and I applaud your courage. It's words like yours that makes all of this (not here, but out there) worthwhile. Yesterday? Hey Mel, bite me! wednesday, december 20 Ok, so it drives me crazy when people get all hot under the collar when there's some form of mass media that transgresses their idea of what's good, moral, normal, acceptable, decent, etc., etc. but, and here's the kicker, they haven't even seen it for themselves. I'm certainly going to hell for all the movies that I've gone to see that someone, somewhere has considered to be just plain wrong. These movies typically involve Jesus doing something that they feel he shouldn't, like sex. Jesus and sex in the same thought really drives some people bonkers. And this is not to say that What Women Want is anywhere in the same league as The Last Temptation of Christ but it has got my panties in a bunch. Not a big bunch... Perhaps a minor wedgie. Have you ever seen anything sillier? Yes, I haven't seen it, but the previews are just so piss poor stupid that I feel like starting a one woman crusade. And I hear that there's a full length commercial integrated into the movie! Thanks Nike for crossing that barrier. I feel like returning the $150 worth of loot I purchased at Nike Town on Friday. Hey Mel, here's what I'm thinking.... "Bite me!" Oh, along with taking care of the dogs for a couple of days, Paul has asked me to switch his Ford Expedition from one side of the street to the other to avoid a parking ticket tomorrow morning. My god! Have you ever been in the driver's seat of an SUV? Anyone want to come over to my place and drive over things for the next forty eight hours? Give me a call. Nick's still looking for a home for the Pink Rabbit of Change. Colorspeak: So, so divine! The Red Queen Color Theory [via Eatonweb] Bow in awe of the mighty TrashMaster! Yesterday? Santa? tuesday, december 19 It was Marjorie Dunstan who burst Claire's bubble and in turn, mine. She was the one who told Claire that Santa didn't exist. The big guy in the red suit was merely a mass delusion perpetrated on small minds. Marjorie was very matter of fact about it. She came from one of those families adrift with incredibly talented children. You know the kind where they always had the coolest stuff going on. While I was playing with Barbie, they were building those bicarbonate spewing paper mache volcanoes in their basements. Small children inhabited by the spirits fifty year old Actuarials. Every neighbourhood had/has a family like this. Anyway, Claire came home bereft at the idea that Santa didn't exist. I was none the wiser as my mother was very good at creating her own truths to shield us from things which she thought were too difficult. Hell, it wasn't until I was an adult the I learned that the Sound of Music doesn't end with Maria wedding the Captain. And ice cream? Well, we had yogurt for ice cream until we were old enough to attend other children's birthday parties. Birthday parties soon reduced that notion and then the Dairy Queen entered our lives. I miss the Dairy Queen. A double dipped cone is almost as good as sex. Almost is the operative word. Claire and I would have figured it out in the long run. After all, delivering presents on that scale, in just one night, is a logistical nightmare that even FedEx couldn't handle. And dropping down chimneys? Hello? What I miss is the weatherman reporting sightings of Santa on the radar. A little frisson of excitement would always tingle up my spine. Santa was coming. My TiVo wants me to be a better person. Who needs more SciFi? Not me, apparently. Last nights gem? Aguirre: The Wrath of God. A couple of days ago it was M and Picnic at Hanging Rock (again). I love Peter Weir but my personal fav is The Last Wave. I guess we're still in the honeymoon period of getting to know one another. So, tell me, what do you to to cheer yourself up? Yesterday? Kibble and bits. monday, december 18  FOJM reaches 495. It was an interesting update. Among the photographs, a little bit of historical infiltration - Derek in Zeldman's bathroom circa 1999! Dinah was a bit of a sly boots last weekend snapping one in mine!Alison, Eloy, Dinah, Joe, Derek, Scott, Jim, Sam, Jason Toke, Ritchie, Gerald, Bruce, Joe, Rik, Rich, Quinn, and Tones. So, we're just five short of 500! Will it be you, baby? Please let it be you! Alex has written to fill in a little history on the Pink Rabbit of Change: "Actually, the Bunny had three previous owners. I received her in a plastic-wrap package from a friendly stranger during a Public gardens demonstration outside my apartment at 7th and A in 1998. Soon after, I moved to SF." Oh, and it appears that I still owe him the dollar. Waferbaby is turning over rocks and looking at the wriggley things underneath! Tracks: footsteps in silicon "ever wonder how great designers got started? check out these quiet confessions of marquees and the <blink> tag!" You can see my own dubious entry (dubious? try downright hideously ugly) from April '95. It was interesting digging back so far. I've managed to pull a somewhat complete time line together. Still missing something from '94 but Jesse has agreed to help me crack open a pile of Syquest disks to dig through the landfill. New in {fray}: playing with fire. Derek and Claire have created something wonderful. Pssst! It's never to late to tell Santa whether you've been naughty or nice! The day before yesterday? Follow the pink rabbit! saturday, december 16 Follow the Pink Rabbit  When Alex left New York for San Francisco last year, he sent around an email garage sale list. Considering my past experiences with eBay, how could I not make a bid and buy an inflatable pink rabbit? It only seemed fitting. I made an offer ($1) and a week or so later she arrived by post, deflated and mashed into a padded envelope. I've now come to believe that this pink rabbit is the rabbit of change (no, I'm not on crack). The pink rabbit facilitated my move from Montreal to San Francisco and in March, I offered the pink rabbit to someone who may or may not have been thinking about change in their life. The deal was that the pink rabbit had to be passed along if and when change took place. Judith was my recipient. She experienced change and then passed the rabbit on to Nick. Nick has experienced change and is now looking for a new home for our pink, inflatable friend. Do you need and or want change in your life? Bring the bunny into your life and then pass it on, baby. That's the drill. Contact Nick if you are interested! (There is no spoon.) Happy Saturday! Are the VCs to blame? Now a MetaFilter thread. Eric needs to check out the deepend office here in San Francisco. They have a very fine collection of morbid death Lego models. My personal favourite was the "fired from cannon into wall" scenario. 3D Prolific! EOD: It's genetic. Want to see. Badly. Yesterday? Hum this! "At breakfast - hearing a boring person detail, at full length, their last night's long, dull dream ... and then the interpretation of it, in all it's parts!" friday, december 15 The camp song from hell Oh they built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue and they thought they had a ship that the water wouldn't go through, but the good Lord raised his hand, said the ship would never land, oh, it was sad when the great ship went down. Oh, it was sad, so sad, it was sad, too bad, it was sad when the great ship went down to the bottom of the, husbands and wives, little children lost their lives, it was sad when the great ship went down. They were forty miles from shore when they heard a mighty roar, but the rich refused to associate with the poor, so they put them down below where they were the first to go, oh, it was sad when the great ship went down. Oh, it was sad, so sad, it was sad, too bad, it was sad when the great ship went down, the the bottom of the, uncles and aunts little children lost their pants, it was sad when the great ship went down. The moral of this story is very plain to see, always wear a life preserver when you go out to see, for if the ships go down you will never, never drown, oh, it was sad when the great ship went down. Oh, it was sad, so sad, it was sad, too bad, it was sad when the great ship went down to, the bottom of the, husbands and wives, little children lost their lives, it was sad when the great ship went down. It sunk, kerplunk, what a lousy piece of junk, to the bottom of the sea. Glub, glub, glub, glub... Titanic, the camp song, has been stuck in my head for more years than I care remember. Titanic, that wretched movie, brought it back to the front of my brain pan, where it has become lodged between other bits of unwanted flotsam and jetsam. It's quite the jaunty little ditty. Quite perky, especially when you're singing about husband & wives and the uncle & aunts. Far too many brain cells are involved in archiving antiquated song lyrics. Billy Don't Be A Hero? The Night Chicago Died? The list is endless.... And you? what trills to the tip of your tongue when you find yourself humming a little ditty? According to this, I'll be able to see the International Space Station over San Francisco around the 28th. [via MetaFilter] "I learned an important lesson about online communities a few years back that has served me well. When someone criticizes you in public, whether it's online or not, it's often best to remain silent and ignore that person .... You know who these people are, and I know who these people are. The best tactic is simply to ignore them, and maybe they'll go away." Wise words from Cameron Barrett. Read it all. Quality VC-bashing links at Peterme. Jean Poutine! The day before yesterday? Bump bump, baby! "Vainly hunting, a thousand times over, in every corner, nook and cranny of the house, for something you have lost, till, at some future period, when you have long abandoned the pursuit, the truant article appears of its own accord." wednesday, december 13 |
