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OH, dear God…

October 17th, 2011 | 2 Comments | Posted in crappy art, Movies, WTF

Just kill me now

X-Men: First Class writers Ashley Miller and Zack Stentz are hired for Top Gun 2

Apparently they tried to come up with a sequel concept and it didn’t work. So instead they are trying to “reinvent” it for the more modern age. Boring.

There were no details on what the plot might actually be. Tom Cruise could possibly come back for a small role or cameo. I want Val Kilmer.

If they do this, kill me and then fire my body off of the Kittyhawk’s #2 catapult because I don’t want to be alive to see it hit the theaters.

Excuse me???

October 17th, 2011 | No Comments | Posted in Libtards, WTF

So Queen Michelle is afraid that the British are out to get her, or is it just her bodyguards who have no brain???

A British Royal Navy ship was ordered to turn its guns around because they were parked pointing at a hotel room Michelle Obama was staying in.

Fearing the First Lady might be in danger, minders ordered the captain of the HMS Edinburgh stationed in Cape Town, South Africa, to switch them away from her five-star suite.

The U.S. agents have since been accused of overreacting after it emerged the Sea Dart missiles were, in fact, loaded with blanks having been used during a ceremony in honour of a sailor who had died.

I think, considering how the current administration has treated our allies from across the pond, if I were the British I would have told them to pound sand.
Since when do we have the right to tell other foreign governments what to do with their military equipment???
2012 can’t come soon enough

Dress Blues

October 16th, 2011 | No Comments | Posted in America the beautiful, music

Semper Fi, Marine.

See what I get for surfing the web

October 14th, 2011 | 2 Comments | Posted in It's all about me, webstuff

So I go to Jennifer’s site and she has posted this from Jay G, so now I have to follow the meme… it’s a rule, dang it!

So here’s the meme. Long answers or short.

1. What was your first car? Model, year, color, condition?
2. What adventures did you have in it, good or bad?
3. What happened to it, what’s the end of the story?

My very first car, like all good first cars, was a hand-me-down.  I had just turned 17 and was ready to get my license my grandparents gave us their old 1972 Duster with a (to me) MONSTER 340 v-8 engine..  It was gold with a green interior and the on the column automatic transmission.  We actually had to fly out to Dallas and pick it up so dad and I went out there and drove it back to New Mexico.  For me it was some practice time with my learners permit, for dad it was 8 hours of pure terror as his youngest son tried to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do.  Finally, in frustration and no small bit of anger towards me, he took over driving and got us home.

Once there, the car was essentially mine and I spent the summer under the hood and realized that my grandparents did not know what the meaning of “Scheduled maintenance” was.  I ended up replacing all the belts and hoses, the distributor cap (which had a crack) and the rotor which was worn out, and the spark plug and battery cables.  Along with that I learned about greasing and replacing the speedometer cable and all the gaskets that had rotted away because an oil change had never been done as far as I could tell.  I also had to have a second fuel pump put on it because the damn thing liked to vapor lock every once in a while.  Once all that was done it would move like a bat out of hell, but was the most ass happy car I have ever driven.  You could just think about stepping on the gas and the back end would start skittering around on you.  I ended up loading the trunk down with concrete bags to hold it to the road.

I always kept a 4’ wrecking bar in the trunk, not because I needed it for construction, but because some of the nastier gang bangers in school (remember, this was back in 1984) liked to bring knives to school and cause problems out in the parking lot.  The wrecker gave me a much longer reach and wasn’t illegal to have.  I wasn’t a dummy  :)

My car became the go to for me and my friends because the back seat could hold four people and the front bench easily held three.  One night though, as we were coming back from movies and video games, I got pulled over.  I wasn’t speeding and I knew all the lights worked because I had just done the annual walk around that morning so I was honestly confused about why I was being pulled over.

As we sat there with the engine idling and red lights in the rear view mirror, the officer walked up shining his flashlight over all of us and finally resting on me and then my license.

“So.” He says to me, “What time do you think it is?”

“Uh,”  I actually didn’t know what time it was so I looked at my watch.”10:30?”

“Right. What time were you supposed to be home?”

Shit.

I was dead.  My dad new every cop in the city and since I was supposed to be home by 10:00 he must have made a phone call.  It was almost 11:30 by the time I had dropped my friends off and made it home.  Dad didn’t say anything, he just held out his hand and I passed over my keys.  The next morning I was out doing manual labor in the yard, that lasted for the next month, after that, I got my car back.

Sadly, when I joined the Navy my parents sold my car.  They reasoned that I wasn’t going to need it since I would be overseas.  I still haven’t forgiven them for that, but I plan on getting another one someday.

Goodnight and Farewell Mr Ritchie

October 13th, 2011 | 1 Comment | Posted in cool science, webstuff

The Father of C language and UNIX has passed away.  Another great mind is gone from the field.

If you don’t know how important he really was, read this

Today, C remains the second most popular programming language in the world (or at least the language in which the second most lines of code have been written), and ushered in C++ and Java; while the pair’s work on Unix led to, among other things, Linus Torvalds’ Linux. The work has without a doubt made Ritchie one of the most important, if not under-recognized, engineers of the modern era.

If Steve Jobs had designed a car, Dennis Ritchie was the one who would have built the engine.

 

h/t to the blog that nobody reads

Seriously pissed at Mike W

October 11th, 2011 | 7 Comments | Posted in crappy art, webstuff

Why you ask?  Because he posted this on his blog and I went and read it which means I now have to write this post because whining, pissy  artists tick me off.

Why?  Because I AM AN ARTIST and they make those of us who do work our butts off look bad.

This won’t be a long rant because in about 20 minutes I have to fix a lunch, get cleaned up and walk 1.5 miles to my job.  I walk because it’s not that far, the exercise is good for me (I do a 3.2 mph pace) and I see no reason to use gas unless I have to.

So, let’s begin:

I am so lucky that I have been able to create art and music and fulfill my passions through my job for the past 11 years. But I’m stupid enough to have put all my eggs in one basket. It is now the only thing I can do to make money. I’m 33 years old and I can’t make coffee. I don’t know how to use Excel, or bartend, or wait tables, and I’m officially too old to join the police force. I’ve lost the confidence to go back to school and feel stressed out about impending debt when I think about further education for even one second.

At 33 you can’t make coffee or learn a new skill?  Waiting tables is hard work but not beyond anyone’s capability of learning how to do unless you are severely mentally or physically handicapped, so lets cut to the chase on that one right there – you don’t WANT TO!  This has nothing to do with “Gee, I’m too old” because I doubt you would become a cop in the first place (hell, I doubt you would pass the qualifications to begin with), it has to do with you don’t want to do it but when put that way it makes you sound lazy, so instead you phrase it as “Gee, I don’t know how and I don’t have the confidence to learn” – not our problem.

I have several jobs within the music industry as of now: bands, DJing, remixing and even writing music for other artists. I’m a workaholic and have my hands in a bunch of different places. But, all these jobs have unstable incomes. I don’t get a salary; I don’t know how much money I will make next month, next year or five years from now. I don’t have health insurance. And I live with the stress of not knowing, not planning and not understanding whether or not I will ever be able to reach my goals of having a family and feeling safe financially. When I say “safe,” I mean safe. I mean basics. I mean health insurance that is good enough for me to take care of myself, not just if I need a $10,000-dollar, life-threatening procedure. I mean dental care. I mean saving money in a retirement fund so that I can take care of myself when I’m 80 years old. Clearly, there is a difference between survival and luxury.

Paraphrase – I did what I wanted to do with my life, but because of CHOICES I MADE ON MY OWN I don’t have the benefits that I would have had with going the company route.

So, once again, whose fault is that??  You had a choice and you took it.  Don’t go crying about how you don’t have this or that.  You can go get a job somewhere that has benefits, I did.  I work at a call center right now (with paid days off, medical, dental and vision benefits) because I can’t get a job doing animation, and my side projects of pistol grip making and sculpture are just starting up.  I have benefits, insurance, all that jazz.  Oh, wait.. you don’t want to do that – you already said so in the beginning.

Now to my favorite part

I spent days trolling around Williamsburg, looking at shitty apartments with cockroaches lining the doorways, fighting neighbors, rats in the ceiling, bedbugs infesting the linoleum floors, fifth-floor walk-ups and cat-pee-soaked carpets. The rent was exorbitant, availability was scarce, and I was turned down by two different landlords for being “freelance.” To be honest, I don’t blame them. Not only am I freelance, but I’m lesbian freelance. Double whammy. What was the reason they turned me down? Because it was easier to rent to a rich, trust-fund, straight-guy banker who wants to live in the coolest borough in the world?  Because when he met me he saw a tattooed gender outlaw who makes “queer electronic punk music” and isn’t sure when the next check is going to come in? Yeah, I don’t blame him. He doesn’t give a shit about how kids email me all the time thanking me for keeping them from committing suicide. It’s not part of his capitalist business practice.

Right, the whole reason he didn’t rent it to you is because your gay.  Sure.  It wasn’t at all because he has expenses he has to pay on the building you were looking at and if you can’t pay him, he can’t pay his expenses.   I know this is hard for you to comprehend, but 95% of us that are not gay could give a shit less about what you do in your bedroom and who you do it with.  It really doesn’t even make it onto the bottom of the give-a-shit list.

If someone came up to you wanting you to do some music for them but they told you “Gee, I might not be able to pay you for it” would you invest the time and energy to work for them?  I’m going to guess not, especially if you have another client who you know can pay on time and the full amount due.  Yeah, it’s part if his ‘capitalist business practice’ because he has a lot more to worry about than just you.  He has other tenants that will expect if their pipes rupture, the pipes will be repaired.  Something breaks, it will get fixed.  All of that costs money, and if you aren’t paying what you should then he won’t have the cash to do the things he needs to.  Simple as that, and emails don’t pay the bills.

I get so fucking tired of people like this who bitch and moan about how awesome their lives are while at the same time crying about how they don’t have this or that.  You made your choice, deal with it.  What you want is for everyone to feel sorry for you and to take from those who made something and give it to you and that isn’t what this country is about.  You want to take money from ME to support you!!!  You want all this socialized crap – Move to Europe, or Canada, but leave me – a fellow artist – the fuck alone.

And I’m still pissed at Mike W but I have to go to work now.

 

OH – one last thing:

I will always be a queer woman, a woman who makes 77 cents to the man’s dollar, and a queer who makes 23 percent less than the heterosexual. Does that mean that I make 54 cents to the straight male dollar? Wow.

Thought you said you were freelance.  That means YOU set your own price.  When I or my wife (who is a landscape painter) do a freelance job we tell the client how much it will be.  So, if you think that you aren’t making enough then it’s your own damn fault for not setting your fees high enough.  Quit blaming all your problems on the fact that your female and gay, your real problem seems to be that you can’t take responsibility for your own actions.