Thursday, March 29, 2007


I found this interesting because we went to the Okinawa Expo Aquarium in about 2003 or 2004. They had recently renovated the main tank. It was absolutely enormous, 3 stories tall. It contained a multitude of large and small species, including a whale shark and a large ray. I have a picture here, but not of the whale shark. The tank was so big, you can't see everything inside at once.

Science Blogs' Frontal Cortex
When we have to force feed our enclosed animals, something has gone very wrong. But the Atlanta aquarium isn't the first place to struggle with keeping whale sharks alive in captivity.

A study of 16 whale sharks kept at the Okinawa Expo Aquarium from 1980 to 1998 found they survived, on average, 502 days in captivity.

"We don't know enough about whale sharks to say we can keep them alive for long periods of time in a captive environment," said Jason A. Holmberg, a scientist with the Earthwatch Institute who is studying whale sharks in the Ningaloo Reef in Australia. "The expectation is that if you put a whale shark in an aquarium, it's a death sentence."

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Booze Survey

First, I have an actual question, does anyone else feel like every cell in their body is VIBRATING when they are hungover? S'weird.

1. Favorite person to drunk dial?
My Mom. She thinks its great.

2 (a). Favorite place to drink?
Home, I feel safer there.

2 (b). Most shots taken in a row (that you remember, rumors don't count)
2, but I'm open to the possiblities

3. Best drunken memory?
New Years 2005 with Michael and Amanda (and Brynn?)

4. Favorite person to drink with?
Amanda is pretty much the only person I've enjoyed drinking with

5. Liquor of choice?
Gran Marnier (sp?) Is that a liquor? I dunno but I liked it. Alot.

6. Ever gotten drunk and danced on a bar?

7. Do you get hangovers? Blackout? Or a combo of the two!?
Hungover a little. More happened last Thanksgiving than I remember, but I think its because I 'fell asleep.'

8. Worst drunken injury?
My arm hurt pretty bad after punching Chris a bunch of times, all in good fun.

10. Most valuable possession lost?
My dignity (I'll third that motion)

11. Favorite 3am food run?
IHOP is the tradition so far, but I don't do that much (I'm not invited)

12. Fact or Fiction, Liquor before beer, in the clear, beer before liquor, never sicker?'
I don't tend to drink them in the same night, so I don't know.

13. Best hangover remedy?
Moving very slowly, and water.

14. Favorite mixed drink?
Long Islands are good, do you know of something I should try? Whiskey and Amaretto sours are both good too.

15. Favorite shot?
Open to the possibilities, I've never had one that was just amazing. What's this Jolly Rancher of which you speak?

16. Next time you plan on getting drunk?
Well, Sarah's 21st birthday is in May, and I'm going home sometime in May whichever comes first.

17. Last time you were drunk?
My birthday last Wednesday. Ohhh SAKI!

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Starbuck vs. Bauer

I must have voted 5 times, which is likely an unimpressive number. Some people probably voted a couple dozen times at least. In the end, maybe it wasn't a good idea to hold the vote so close to her return from death in THE GREATEST SEASON FINALE EVER!




UPDATE: Come back later for a personal thank you from Katee Sackhoff, aka Capt. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace.

In the end, it wasn't even close.

Capt. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace of "Battlestar Galactica" routed Jack Bauer of "24" to win the title match of RedEye's "Best Character on TV" tournament.

The final tally: Starbuck finished with 3061 votes while Bauer brought in 777 votes.

To everybody who spent part of their days and nights here over the past three weeks, everybody at RedEye thanks you.

But the biggest thanks go to all the wonderful actors and actresses who have created such tremendous characters and who have brought so many people so much entertainment.

Until next year's tournament…


A Day in the Life, Day 2, Take 2

My first second non-workday. Saturday and Sunday clearly do not count, as I probably worked a grand total of 4 weekend-days in my 5+ years of service.

Why and Why did I forget Monday? I knew I would start forgetting the days, but I didn't expect it to start so soon. Gzeesh.

How have I spent it? Showered, loaded the dishwasher, burnt toast, made a pb&j sandwich (with new toast), some hot cocoa, Colbert Report, some blog reading, some BSG article reading (Moore says the 2-hour fall 'movie' will actually be 2 episodes with main cast backstory, not Pegasus)...

I have a test today at 12:30pm (<--do you see the colon!?) for which I have not studied enough yet. Colbert is almost over. Oop! Its over.

Okay okay I'll study! Get off my ass, people!

lim f(x) =

Sunday, March 25, 2007

My Brain Just A-Sploded!

With Fangasm Joy
Starbuck/Apollo Hero-Worship


Saturday, March 24, 2007

Can't Resist

Random question:

The other night my hubby had a dream that he reached over to put his arm around me and his hand fell into the bed. An abyss in the bed. He wakes up, starts feeling around the bedsheets saying "Where is it!?" over and over. Where is what? "The Ghost Hole" You were dreaming, go back to sleep.

Question: Is my husband a cylon sleeper agent?


Friday, March 23, 2007

Oh I Am A Geek...

Oh wow, I think I win in regards to talking about BSG too much, at least at work. I just had a going away party thrown form me at the local IHOP. My coworkers gave me an awesome plaque, which I'll post a picture of if I can find the right camera cable.

Anyway, its glass and the inscription reads:

"Don't let the frakin'
door hit you in the rear
as you venture out toward
your unknown destiny!
You will always be
part of our family.

So Say We All!"

The top has the BSG phoenix symbol, and the bottom has the usual name and date stuff. I'm a happy geek, and only slightly embarrassed that they read it aloud in the IHOP.

Anyway, who is up for a season finale party this weekend? Me!

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Behold: Battlestar post!

Behold: Battlestar post!

The Kara Thrace Memorial List Of Things Skippy Is No Longer Allowed To Do Aboard The Battlestar Galactica:

A Sample:
3. Not allowed to spell Colonel Tigh's name "T-G-H" and claim "the Cylons took the I," as it is cruel and not remotely funny.
4. Cleaning my gun in the pilots' break room is acceptable. "Cleaning my gun" in the pilots' break room is not.
* No, no matter what Captain Thrace said.
12. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I will assume that I'm not allowed to do it.
* If the thought of something makes Captain Thrace giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I will alert the CAG. Immediately.
13. Not allowed to speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks me.
* Especially Captain Thrace.
15. Colonel Tigh does not want to be called "Snookums."
* Neither does he respond favorably to "Sauly-poo," "Debbie," "Tighclops," or "Ol' One-Eyes."
* Colonel Tigh is not Admiral Adama's "heterosexual man-spouse."
29. Not allowed to lock Major Adama and Captain Thrace in a supply closet in the hope that sex will take place.
* Even if it does.
* Not allowed to lock Major Adama and Samuel Anders in a supply closet in the hope that sex will take place.
* Even if it does.
40. Not allowed to utter the phrase "Save a Viper! Fly a pilot!" ever, ever again.
42. Not allowed to hand slices of bread to Lt. Agathon and ask her to "do me a quick favor."
45. I have not accepted Gaius Baltar as my personal savior.
*Neither has anyone else.
72. Not allowed to perform arcane rituals using nuggets as human sacrifices.
* Not allowed, when informed of this, to say "of course not, that's the Admiral's job."
76. Waking Captain Thrace up in the morning is not "disturbing an ancient evil that knows no pity or remorse."
95. Nuggets may be flammable, but that is a fact, and not an invitation.
96. Not allowed to trade nuggets for food.
*Or cigarettes.
*Or liquor.
*Alright, maybe liquor.
97. Not allowed to teach Hera Agathon to say "frak", "motherfrakker", or "cocksucker"
*Nicholas Tyrol, however, is fair game.
142. Not allowed to tell nuggets that Col. Tigh made his eyepatch out of his dead wife's undergarments.
*Because it's not true.
*We hope.
138. I am not Captain Thrace's "Special Destiny".
* Nor Gaius Baltar's
154. Am not allowed to form conspiracy to ensure that when Hera Agathon grows up, her callsign is "Poptart."
166. Only Capt. Agathon is permitted to play Find the Reset Button with Lt. Agathon.
* If she had one, which she doesn't.
* No matter what Chief Tyrol claims.
185. It is not funny when I hum "Billy don't be a hero." to Lt. Dualla and I need to stop.
*Even when Lee laughs.
197. Nuggets and crash test dummies are not "basically the same thing."
214. Not allowed to punctuate Starbuck's and Anders' makeout sessions in the rack by yelling "GOOOOOOOOAL!" in the manner of famous Caprican Pyramid announcer Isosceles Hernandez.
*Not even if Capt. Thrace did it first.
243. I am allowed eight days off per year for religious observances.
* "Oh gods, oh gods, we're all gonna die" is not a religious observance.
263. Major Adama does not frak hookers.
* Any more.
275. I am not allowed to refer to Agathon fornication as "uploading".
279. Not allowed to order Nuggets to "get" "nugs"
* Should not exclaim "You should KNOW where the nugs are!" when someone else has played this on a Nugget.
289. The Pegasus has not returned to haunt the Fleet as a ghost ship.
304. I am not allowed to suggest fiber supplements in response to Admiral Adama's glare.
314. If one more nugget shows up on Colonial One with "Love Slave" written across his or her chest in bright red lipstick, Tory Foster has permission to hurt me.
* But not with the President's whip, which does not exist.
316. Not allowed to practice my maniacal laughter over the comms.
*I know damn well what constitutes "maniacal laughter".
343. Not allowed to start random slow claps.
*Yes, that is the Admiral's job.
351. “But he won’t hurt anyone, he has a SOUL now!” will not stop President Roslin from airlocking a Toaster.
*Suggesting that Hera’s blood may yet turn the President into “Roslin, the Cylon Slayer” will not score me any points.
355.Popping a few chicken nuggets inside my mum’s old silver toaster is not an acceptable visual aide during a “Here’s our plan” briefing for the new recruits.
356. Not allowed to hand the Agathons a bottle of WD-40 with the admonition: "You two kids go have yourselves some fun, now."
364. No longer allowed to record appointments between the Admiral and the President as “Senior Sexcapades” in the official logbook
382. Not allowed to mix in pink civvies with Lt. Agathon's delicates cycle.
*Not allowed to ponder other meanings of "Lt. Agathon's delicates cycle."
*Especially not out loud.
385. "Stop me before I kill again" is not a valid excuse for sick leave.
*And really not funny to say in front of the civilians.
389. The fact that whenever Dr. Baltar says "cruel and unusual punishment" lately he is usually referring directly to me is not something to be proud of.
394. A group of nuggets is not called a Happy Meal.
* Nor does it come with fries and a drink.
395. The chain of command is not organized by hotness.
* I am allowed to start this practice.
404. No, we are not there yet.
* I will not ask again
406. Not allowed to stage a reenactment of "The Little Boy Who Cried Cylon", for reasons that should be obvious even to me.
413. I am not allowed to call Maj. Adama's bullet wound a 'little love bite'.
419. I should not follow the Admiral and the President around reading Klingon love poetry. “Gook! Kplagh!”
428. Not allowed to tell Capt. Agathon that he's the moral compass of the fleet
* and then look at Lt. Agathon and say, "Oh, so that's North."
438. Not allowed to play connect the dots on the DRADIS.
*Especially if we're under attack.
458. I will not send Leoben love letters and write Lieutenant Thrace's name on them.
459. The Number Three models are not warrior anythings.
471. Not allowed to burst through the door yelling, "No one expects the Cylon Inquisition!"
*Baltar doesn't find it funny
479. I am no longer to explain my irrational behavior with references to a mystical podcast.
*I am no longer to insist that the President precedes any prophesies she receives from the gods by making air quotes and stating “spoiler.”
498. Not allowed to give the nuggets nicknames like, "BBQ", "Honey Mustard", or "No Trans Fats".
511. Although it was a thoughtful gift idea, President Roslin does not need a remote control for the airlock.
514. There is no such thing as "Colonial Scout Cookies," and I may not send nuggets hatch-to-hatch selling them.
521. I am not allowed to invite pilots to play "Raptors vs. Vipers" in a game of "Space-Pong"
537. I will not suggest abandoning the quest for Earth, especially on the grounds of "let's not go to Earth. It's a silly place."
544. Trying to run computer games off of Cylon prisoners is not allowed.
*Trying to run computer games off of Cylon crewmembers is definitely not allowed.
*Trying to run computer games off of half-Cylon babies is extremely not allowed.
563. I am not allowed to send the nuggets on a Snipe Hunt.
570. Not allowed to ask Col. Tigh "where's the rum gone?" anymore.
592. The Battlestar Galactica is not a 'ride', and does not need to be 'pimped'.
596. I am no longer allowed to serve hardboiled eggs at breakfast
*Shrieking “my gods, my gods, I found it!” as I placed the Colonel’s breakfast in front of him was also cruel and not remotely funny.
626. I will not ask Maj. Adama if he’s wearing space pants.
*even if his ass is out of this world.
644. I am not allowed to talk to Captain Thrace, as she will likely give me ideas.
654. I may not reprogram Galactica computers to only respond to the name “HAL.”
715. I may not re-name Hotdog's ship "The Wienermobile"
741. I am not to paint the worlds "Bad Wolf" on the walls.
*I am not allowed to make my own callsign Bad Wolf and then claim that I created myself.

Okay okay, I see its getting old, follow the linkey-link if you must have the complete list. Chow.

Some Heck of a Day

My friend Sarah's kittycat Othello has been sick for awhile. Today we went to the vet to be there with him while he was put to sleep. I've never been there for anything like that. All my family's pets died when I wasn't around, most with no advance warning. It was much more unpleasant that I even thought. Everyone give Sarah big hugs, she is very sad.

In other news.

Yesterday was a pretty good birthday. If only I didn't have to sit around waiting rooms being ignored so I could outprocess. But once I got home things got better. I hung out with Sarah because Michael was waiting for my gift to be delivered, then we all went to Bonsai Garden for some pretty decent food. I had some sake and they brought out a slice of cheesecake for me. Weir got me a strange gift, an iPet. It dances to my music and purrs when you pet it. We then headed over to the bar for some drinks. Pretty good time.

This morning I had to get up early to ride with Michael, so I could pick up my car. I spent about 3 hours off and on waiting for stuff to be sorted out. I'm finally ready for tomorrow's final-out appointment. Geesh. I did get some reading done, but it turns out I've already read this book. To finish or not to finish???? Eh.

After class I ran to the grocery store and picked up lotsa good food. I just made pizzas on tomato-basil tortilla wraps, very tastygood.

I also got a haircut this afternoon. Not the best, but I figure Becky can help me out with a really great cut when I come home in May, so I'm not worried about it.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

I Burn Things

Wee Planets slideshow.
If you don't at think at least one of these images are JUST WOW! then I don't really want to know you anymore. Okay kidding. Half-kidding anyway. Maybe less than half. Check out the pictures.

I'm hungry. I tried making pancakes this morning, some Jiffy cornbread pancakes. I just cant keep them from burning with these new pans. I hate these new pans.

Why did I buy the new pans several months ago? Because I wanted to buy a bird, and teflon non-stick coatins are a big no-no for birdies. I still have no bird, because I still haven't filed my state taxes. The little pacific parrotlet we saw at Petco last week apparently died a few days after it arrived there. Sad, he was so spunky. I really like the little slate and blue lineolated parakeet, but they're $500 each and come in pairs, and if I'm going to spend that much on a bird I want the Dusky Pionus. Just one Dusky is cheaper than two linnies. In any case, I still can't cook without burning something most of the time, and I don't want to kill some pretty and expensive bird. Sad.

But then happy, because this should be my last week of work. Final-Out is Friday. Yay!

Sunday, March 11, 2007


How to Assemble a Shadowbox:

1. Wait until last minute.
2. Collect all ribbons, insignia, hot-glue gun, ruler, superglue.
3. Spend 15 minutes putting ribbons on rack, proceed to devices.
4. Superglue middle and ring finger together. (enter Kharma)
5. Spend 20 minutes unglueing fingers.
6. Abandon entire idea of devices.
7. Spend 1 hour attempting to align rank insignia. Pins will bend.
8. Spend 15 minutes attempting to align command crests.
9. Give up and watch Iron Chef America (Battle Breakfast, WTF?!), then Battlestar Galactica.

Everything is connected now, except the devices and a few missing ribbons which I can get help with tomorrow morning. The final thing I have to do tonight is hot-glue on the mini-medals. After the superglue incident, I'm hesitant to start that. I'm just sure that stringy crap will end up ruining something I can't easily replace. I also still need to fix that report before I go to sleep tonight.


Sure Can Smell the Rain

First, you must go watch 300 now. Go! I'll wait...

Okay. Awesome, right? Yup, me too, I loved it. I mean, damn. Every movie that has such excessive boobage should also include a minimum of 300 gleaming muscular men wearing nothing but capes and those underwear pants. King Leonidis also has very interesting teeth.

I'm still trying to remember the name of the very strange SF book I read many years ago, in which modern historians and scientists end up traveling back in time and helping the Spartans win at Thermopylae. It was strange.

Besides seeing the movie and the weather being great, Saturday kinda sucked. Michael's buddies threw him a little party because he's moving to another office. We played Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture. It dragged on forever. We quit. Un-fun. The thick juicy burgers I bought, burnt to charcoal by the grillmaster. I survived for 5 hours on ruffles and ranch dip before getting said coal-burger.

Today I made myself an egg-ina-hole for breakfast at noon. Drove over to the yardsale location and hung out for a few hours. Made $40. I have some paperwork to do tonight or I won't be able to quit my job. Also, a shadowbox for someone else in my shop. Glue gun + TJ = burn, so that should be fun. BSG is on tonight, I can't forget to watch that.

I'm hungry.


Friday, March 9, 2007

Please enjoy the geekiness.

Just because I love love love the Season 1 opening for BSG, I will share:
In Sanskrit:
Oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥ
Tat savitur vareṇyaṃ
Bhargo devasya dhīmahi
dhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt

Aum bhoor bhuwah swaha
Tat savitur varenyam
Bhargo devasaya dheemahi
Dhiyo yo naha prachodayat

Oh God! Thou art the Giver of Life,
Remover of pain and sorrow,
The Bestower of happiness,
Oh! Creator of the Universe,
May we receive thy supreme sin-destroying light,
May Thou guide our intellect in the right direction

Also here is a BSG Season 2 Trailer - very nice! British?

They put their trust in me
To lead them to salvation
To earth

But the truth is
We're on the brink of extinction
Our enemy is amongst us

Lies are tearing us apart
Suspicion and doubt will be the downfall of humanity
Because trust, trust will betray you

Thursday, March 8, 2007

New Old Friend!!!

This is what I love about myspace. I've lost touch with quite a few great friends from HS. I'm bad about writing (and mailing) actual letters, and I hate how I sound on the phone (like an idiot). So I am really happy just now because my friend Becky found me!


In any case, it is way past my bedtime. I have to be in a pass & review tomorrow morning and I'm not looking forward to it. I have the wrong hat, because who keeps a flight cap when you have a busdriver hat that doesn't fall off? I have the 'wrong' shirt, because who bothers tucking when you have princess cut, and who the heck cares what's under the jacket anyways? I spent a bunch of cash on 2 whole new ribbon racks today, and cut my finger on a ribbon. What a waste. Who would've thought I needed any of those items anymore? Tomorrow was supposed to be my last work day, but paperwork is holding me back. Yesterday was not a good day, when I found that out.

Friday, March 2, 2007


So yeah, I feel like crap, its a beautiful day outside, and i got out of work an hour and a half early. We were released early because of the early morning run, which Sarah points out is a bit less than 3 miles....more like 2.2. *sigh* Good thing it was my last one, I'm getting sick of it. The 'safety' folks drive around in little golf-cart buggy things, which are not electric but gas-powered. So at around the 2 mile mark (I guess) one of the damn things started pacing me and I had to run the rest while breathing exhaust. This sort of thing happens most times I run. If you're a slow runner, then you just aren't trying hard enough and therefore you are unworthy of any common consideration. This is quite clearly the opinion of those people who were born without an ounce of fat on their bodies, and never had to put effort in basic fitness a day in their enchanted lives.

So yeah... 5 days....