ah ha! i have solved the problem and discovered something very scary to me. after much searching i found out that certain website places will not allow you to link to images on webpages they host. i have a yahoo account and a webpage there so i figured i would make a general page with all the pics i want to use here, but alas i am denied by yahoo's selfishness and just plain nazi tactics. thus, i have gone over to another service provider i have access to and have given yahoo the big middle finger. GO BLOW ME YAHOO!!! yeah, problem solved. unfortunately the interface at this other website provider isnt the greatest. cant anything be easy in this fucking world?! yes, God (if he/she/it exists) continues to smite me...

ok, is it just my fucked computer or does everyone have problems seeing the pictures at the bottom of the page? they should work just fine without having to do anything. go fucking fig. i am so tired and pissed off right now it aint even funny. geocities blows major fucking chunks!!!

argh! been working on adding content to Wicked Moxie all day. this can get addictive! so far, it seems as if all the stuff i have added works as it should. now if i could just get the archives to work! perhaps i will leave that issue for monday at work. you can never have too many bells and whistles i say!

i should go eat. one tip, never watch the food network when you're hungry. i saw a program on alleged "extreme foods" that talked about waffles, waffle fries, chocolate, and sushi. not very extreme in my opinion, but damn yummy! did you know that the word wafle comes from some foreign word (i forget where and which word) meaning woven? pretty cool yo?! damn, arby's is calling to me but alas, i am so broke it aint even funny. and of course i am so very lazy that making anything would be out of the question. i have created a new diet- the lazy people's diet: lose weight by being too lazy to eat!

dude, i so grok what you are saying. haircuts are so important to a woman's self-esteem that i will pay $60 (including tip) every month to get one! that is just highway robbery first of all and, second of all, it is a total scam. and, there's gotta be some secret haircutters' cabal somewhere (probably close to where the secret society comprised of the 12 most powerful and wealthy men on the planet who control everything that occurs on Earth is located!) that comes up with the techniques for non-reproduceable haircuts.

but yeah, i so understand that pre-salon primping as i have fallen prey to it many a time i have visited the salon. doesnt matter how much you try to look good, you never do...until you walk out the door, new haircut in hand (or on head as it may be!). and i so hate what i look like while at the salon, even on good days, that i refuse to look at myself in the mirror whilst my stylist, Claire, hacks away at my new coiffure. its some wack phenomenon of the cosmetology world that i just have to try to ignore or else i would never go to the salon!

as for needing professional help, i think i just need sex! or a really good hot and heavy snog with someone! hey, at least i'm honest! but you have to admit that it can feel oh so good when you have that sort of spark with a person where you kind of flirt back and forth and have those inside jokes with each other. sure, i have only known Major Sexy for about three weeks and its not like we're making out in the copy room or anything (not that i wouldnt sell my left kidney to do that!), but he did say he couldnt wait till i "come (cum?!) to the Central Precinct" and that "it would be perfect." Oh baby, you know it would!

but honestly, i admit that i have had various and sundry crushes i guess you could say on perhaps inappropriate people, but those crushes were never anything i would have acted on (i dont think!). certainly, at least, not the crush i had on my short, balding, bearded Jewish law professor/mock trial coach. i so crushed him for his mind! but i do have to say that Major Sexy, well, he's quite a different breed altogether. i'm not sure what it is that is so alluring, because on paper he wouldnt seem to be some hot GQ catch, but he's got that, i dont know, je nais se qua? (yes, i'm sure i butchered that, but the French can seriously blow me!) he's funny and sassy and quick and has this interesting voice that just drips sarcasm. ok, so he is (i think) over 40 and is all that comes with being a man over 40, but i ask you this- so ?! catherine zeta jones did it (not that i ever want to be anything like catherine zeta jones!).

if nothing else, he brightens my day and gives me something to fantasize and melo-dramaticize for a while. whats the harm in that? and hey, maybe God (if he/she/it really does exist) will stop eternally smiting me and Major Sexy and i will eventually get to make out in the copy room or play Operation Prostitution Sting! a girl can dream, cant she?! he can so raid my house any day of the week! i surrender, i surrender! please cuff me.....

Okay. I have a random (and very girly) moment to share with you. I don't think that guys have any sense of it, but what is it about getting your haircut that just sort of changes your outlook on the day? I know it isn't just me who feels this way. I've lately been too cheap to get my haircut -- and it helped that for a year and a half, I lived with a beauty school graduate and got haircuts in exchange for other services (do not bother reading into that -- I helped her weave highlights into her hair. It was a pretty cool process.) So, before today, the last time I got my hair cut at a salon was in October of 1998. I let it grow out for two years after that, with only me hacking at it out of frustration.

It is interesting that I usually think about what I'm going to wear to the salon. Part of that is that I haven't been to the same salon twice in a long time, so I want to convey some sense of how I usually dress, which says something about who I am and how I live, all of which should be reflected in the style of the dead cells that grow out of my head. It's a lot of power to place in the hands of trained wielder of scissors -- the outward expression of your identity, at least to strangers and passers-by. But regardless of what I wear, I think those places always have the same lights that department store dressing rooms have -- the ones that point out all imperfections in your skin, even under the makeup, and the ones that make me regret my choice of clothing, since it always seems to emphasize the fact that I will be carded at 18-and-up clubs until I'm 40. Can I help it that graduate school and the West Coast have combined to give me a wardrobe completely dominated by Levis (and yes, the brand of jeans is important when it's 50% of your wardrobe) and variations on the t-shirt?

[Morrissey moment: "I sense the power/ in the fingers/ within an hour the power/ can totally destroy me/ (or, it could save my life)/ ouoooooooooo" -Hairdresser on Fire ]

So, I got a haircut. Big fucking deal, right? Not really. I keep feeling my hair, as it's shorter and there's less of it. It smells different because they use different shampoo, conditioner and products (I wish I'd asked what, 'cause it smells pretty good.) And I also know that it will never again look exactly like this, because I think they teach stylists tricks to make the look unreproducible at all costs. It's like big tobacco -- they get you hooked! And honestly, since I lost maybe 1.5 inches of hair, I'm betting that my boyfriend won't even notice (actually, he should be looking for it, as I mentioned that I was going to get my hair cut.)

Regardless, to end the girly monologue, I find it strange that I can walk into a salon I've never been to before, tell a complete stranger that I need some dead cells removed from the top of my head, and walk out with a new "personality" to face to the world.

I'd like to hear someone explain all of this to a straight man. In a way that he understood by the end of the discussion. A challenge!!

You need professional help. AND you have way too much time on your hands (and overactive imagination).

As for teens of the US -- go you! At least you're getting part of it right. But I do have to ask, why the cigarettes? I understand the drugs, legal and not, but the tobacco? Why does that still have cache?

anyways, as the cleverly crafted haiku of the day alludes, my fav cop has been by the ol' Uniform Division. it always brightens my day when Major Sexy* comes by and we get to banter. that twinkle in his eyes, the laughter in his face, and the brightness of his smile so thoroughly entrance me that i almost feel that i should tie myself to the mast of the ship! oh, his siren song haunts my dreams and every waking moment of my sad and depressing life! when we chat it is as if we are dancing a sensuous tango of wit and sarcasm. i can imagine a blood-red rose lovingly gripped between my teeth, his hand on the small of my back! oh, if only he would put his gun in my holster!

*name has been changed to protect the hot & sexy

hey man, it was a test name ok! i like blue and i like grey, nothing more, nothing less. and no it wasnt because of some goofy recent fascination with the "war of northern aggression!"

alrighty then! the blog has been vastly improved since last we met and i have to say that it is coming along. if only i could figure out how to change the size of the damn thing! trial and error seems to have left me in a big coding cul-de-sac!

You still haven't explained the blue and grey significance to me.

There's a place in hell for you and your friends. I'm starting to think we've reserved a Southern-wedding sized block at the H-E-double hockey sticks Hilton.

See, about credit cards, they are designed to keep you in debt. When the Depression started forcing people out of their houses because the banks forclosed on their mortgages, the US government stepped in. They basically determined that homeownership, despite being, well, a pain in the ass for many people, was a symbol of American democracy and our way of life. The FHA created a new mortgage system that made it safer for banks to loan money to home buyers (though not any safer for the home owner. They could still lose their shirts.) After WWII, people bought the house, since they couldn't rent even if they wanted to, and the lifestyle that went with it. Since they had a 30-year mortgage already, a few thousand more for a car, a couple hundred here and there for the washer and dryer, etc, didn't seem like that much. I mean, when you're in debt, does it really matter how much anymore? So in creating a nation of homeowners, we created a nation of people who live on credit. Your credit rating is actually better when you carry small amounts of debt and pay them off responsibly! Someone who pays for everything in cash has no credit rating and cannot therefore get financing for a car or house! So being responsible and only living very strictly within your means will get you screwed! How messed up is that? As for selling body pieces, sell eggs. You get more for them, I think, it's not black market usually, and you have enough of them that you won't miss them. Since there are horomone shots involved, just get them harvested en masse. Then someone else can deal with your gene flaws.

As for your "discussion," aren't there more significant things going on in the world than a bunch of pundits and judges and media whore debating the significance of GOD? I am definitely a proponent of words, their meanings, and their significance. But if I remember correctly, the Pledge of Allegiance was much like the grace that we said before eating dinner -- a meaningless group of words, learned by rote, and repeated daily because someone told you to as a child. Maybe we could spend some time discussing how many of these kids that we've forced to say "god" every morning came to school without breakfast because their families couldn't afford food. Maybe we could discuss how many of these children live in substandard housing with rats and/or roaches for "pets." Maybe we could discuss the ones that have frequent "accidents" falling down stairs, or the ones that cannot read because no one bothered to take the time out to teach them or didn't have the time. We could discuss the role of standardized testing in schools, or the schools that have been closed because of budget cuts this year (two elementary schools right here, after two last year), or the fact that many teachers live below the poverty line and work their butts off. But for Christ's, Buddha's, Vishnu's, Moses', Mohammed's, Zeus', Jupiter's, and Cali's sake, WHY IS THIS THE BEST ISSUE TO WASTE TIME, MONEY, BREATH, AND MEDIA SPACE ON????? People have totally got their priorities screwed up! There will be more outrage over this than so many other much more important issues. And for argument's sake, the majority of people believe, in some vague way or another, that some "god" or higher power exists. The majority, not all.

Hmmm. That was way more fun than writing on my thesis -- to which I should return!!

ok, dude, please dont make me start talking about personal responsibility. frankly, there isnt any in this country so why bother ranting for the 12 gazillionth time.

hey, wonderful things do drop from the sky sometimes dont they... just got the first of hopefully many paychecks from the Man. schweet! now i can keep all the other consumerist Men whom i owe at bay. its funny, i just calculated on some website the other day how long it will take me to pay off my credit card bill. if i only pay the minimum balance i will not even be done in 100 years! isnt that depressing! anyways, if i sell a kidney and pay a decent chunk a month i will be out of hock in more than a year and a half. wow, what a thing to look forward to. how sad am i?

but anyways, back to the "discussion," can we all just agree not to bitch or even mention this whole pledge of allegiance thang. i am so over, well i was over it before it even started, all of the alleged constitutional "scholars" who insist on ranting out their opinions, all uber-republican and jesus hugging, on this correctly decided case. first of all, i ask all the pundits, which law school was it you graduated from? oh, you didnt, ok then, rant on assholes. until you actually read the constitution and are forced to learn about constitutional interpretation and constitutional caselaw, keep your own fucking wrong opinions to yourself! and keep your religions to yourself. yes, i am fine with burning in my own eternal damnation thank you very much.

Just a reminder, but I am a graduate student, which may mean that I can write, but it also means that I have to find someone to hold my hand in order to cross the street safely. Was there a proposed topice here and I missed it? The only reference that I can glean from the title of the blog is the Civil War, which I refuse to discuss. Why?? Well, mostly because it is over, but also because, like many wars, it was fought for ideals that had no relation to the real world or the deaths that were caused by it. I also cannot see you being interested in that.

So, in lieu of topics, how about a discussion of the lack of personal responsibility in the United States today? Include the lack of consideration of others, lack of personal pride and sense of accomplishment, and rude sense of entitlement that overcomes all other senses. Keep in mind that the majority of people do not _want_ to be jerks, even if that is how they tend to come off. Why? What are the root causes? Can we date this phenomena back to the settlement of the continent? Westward expansion and manifest destiny? Actually, if we're going back that far, let's discuss the Crusades, or Eden, for that matter.

I'm procrastinating, avoiding the stack of books that mock me from across the room. I must go.

Was ist alles? Soy "the Walrus!"

this is so sad. this is what I am forced into in order to stave off my eternal boredom at work. someone shoot me at dawn!