Mad Ravings & Bad Cravings...again
Saturday, March 01, 2003
      ( 10:29 PM ) Josie  
I'm such a nutball. Unsatisfied with my OLD hand-drawn map for Madaya, I wasted several hours today drawing a new one (er, drawing it on PSP using a mouse with was a real bitch...the paper version is a million times better (and more accurate, but I lost my patience by the time I rounded into Tavia)). Then I wasted more time searching out PSP tubes to make the proverbial 'X' to mark the spot for Capitals/Major Cities/etc. Then more time flew by (after watching some Iron Chef, yum! A two-hour special tonight, lol) as I put the little starry jewels in the appropriate spots, then dicked around putting names with the dots. Its now 10:27 pm and I've written like, three paragraphs all day. That's really bad, for me...I usually sit down to write...and actually *write*. Damn my procrastination.

On the upside, the new map show the provincial colors, and I also worked out the flag system. So that's nice.

~Josie #

      ( 9:56 AM ) Josie  
There's nothing like sitting down to look up one thing on the internet at 8:45 a.m. before getting to work on the project of your choice, and then glancing at the clock. It feels like its only been a minute or two, but instead, its 9:50.
And that is why I don't go to any more often than necessary. I click one name/title...see something another...its a vicious cycle. I love movies. I do...and clicking through those pages captures my interest apparently. Ugh, someone stop me ;P

(Naturally, when I realized what I'd done - wasting an hour of precious work time - instead of hopping right to work, I checked my email and blogged. I need help ;P)

~Off to get her head examined...instead of writing...Josie #

Friday, February 28, 2003
      ( 5:49 PM ) Josie  
Just as I was lamenting my lost youth and my lost innocence...just as I was wondering where America got its screwed up priorities... I stumbled across a page from my childhood (and many other people who grew up in the 80s) that I had (gratefully) forgotten...

Garbage Pail Kids

Oh my god. No wonder we're a fucked up generation! Everyone I knew had those sticker cards. I didn't realize how nasty they were/are. What were we (or OUR PARENTS) thinking?! Dude. I'm beginning to wonder if we ever had innocence to lose!

Again, the soapbox...

~Josie #

      ( 4:35 PM ) Josie  

I gotta clean up our place today, bleh. Plus, I spent half the morning reformatting my hard drive because I was sick of all the sh*t.

Oh my god, I wish I was a baseball player in the majors (or football, basketball, etc...or actor, or singer...just plain famous) so I can attempt to whack some guy who ticks me off with a golf club/video camera/brand new mercedes...AND get off scot free! AND get paid millions of dollars to warm the bench/make a lousy movie/sing a dumb song!

Not that I'm bitter, but I am SO sick of reading (or having Pookie recite the info from ESPN pages) that yet ANOTHER crazy Pro-Athlete or Celeb has gotten off scot free, despite commiting a crime that would have landed you or me on our asses in jail in a heartbeat. A guy I knew in High School hurled an axe at his stepfather (missed), and got several years for something or other (assault I think, not attempted murder, although every one knew that's what he intended :P). But here this guy tries to kill his coach. Lemme ask Pookie who he was, hold on. Latrell Sprewell from Golden State. He got suspended for the rest of year (like 68 games) and lost a bunch of money, but he didn't go to jail. Now he plays for New York, probably makes even more money because of all the publicity.

Why do all these fucking headcases get off? Man, if Joe Average were to grab someone by the neck and forcibly try to strangle him, Joe Average would be someone's prison bitch in no-time. So what makes people like Latrell so special? Why does he get to keep playing basketball instead of dodgeballs (yes, balls :P) in the State Pen? And why was America so SHOCKED about Winona Ryder's kleptomania, but people couldn't care less about the Rapper (R. Kelly I think) with the childporn fetish. He's selling millions of records, despite the fact that he's in trouble for it. Frankly, I'd rather let Winona steal a couple thou of Gucci purses than have R. Kelly supporting the child pornography industry, exploiting little kids.

America, I love you. America, you're really screwed up sometimes.

C'est la vie.

*Getting off my Soapbox*

~Josie #

Thursday, February 27, 2003
      ( 10:48 AM ) Josie  
*sniffle* More of my childhood is this what it feels like to get old? (and my two previous posts STILL aren't working damn it)
Mr Rogers #

      ( 10:17 AM ) Josie last post doesn't seem to have gone through...I've copied it, I'll check it again in a little while ;P
~JoC. #

      ( 10:12 AM ) Josie  
I've always been a little patriot...just one of things my Dad instilled in me. I may not always be proud of the choices my country makes/has made, but I am overall very glad to live in this country. I'm so used to hearing people from all over the world bash American, so conditioned to ignoring the comments, that the following was almost overlooked. But fortunately a friend from, of all places, the HGTV Dream Home message board posted this little essay and I felt the need to share it. It was, apparently, written by an Austrailian dentist. I think, it has a lot of merit ;)

An American

You probably missed it in the rush of news last
week, but there was actually a report that someone in
Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a
reward to anyone who killed an American, any

So an Australian dentist wrote the following to let
everyone now what an American is, so they would
know when they found one...

An American is English, or French, or Italian,
Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An
American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African,
Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Australian, Iranian,
Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani, or Afghan. An American may
also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho,
Apache, or one of the many other tribes known as native

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or
Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more
Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference
is that in America they are free to worship as each
of them chooses. An American is also free to believe
in no religion. For that he will answer only to God,
not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to
speak for the government and for God.

An American is from the most prosperous land in the
history of the world. The root of that prosperity
can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which
recognizes the God given right of each person the
pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out
just about every other nation in the world in their
time of need. When Afghanistan was overrun by the
Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms
and supplies to enable the people to win back their
country. As of the morning of September 11, 2001
Americans had given more than any other nation to
the poor in Afghanistan.

Americans welcome the best, the best products, the
best books, the best music, the best food, the best
athletes. But they also welcome the least. The
national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty,
welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched
refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless,
tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built

Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the
morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life
for their families. I've been told that the World
Trade Center victims were from at least 30 other
countries, cultures, and first languages, including
those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must.
Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao
Tse-Tung, and every bloodthirsty tyrant in the
history of the world. But, in doing so you would
just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a
particular people from a particular place. They are
the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom.
Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.
Pass this around the World.

~Author Unknown #

Wednesday, February 26, 2003
      ( 9:33 PM ) Josie  
I took a bit of time from Madaya this evening and I posted a bunch of junk in the library (mostly from the old page). Don't despair, there are plenty of new snippets in the works, and dozens of other updates left to complete!

On another note, my sister heard from the man who broke her heart not too long ago. Oddly enough, he's finally coming back from his station overseas. It'll be interesting to see how this all plays out; back in the day, they seemed so good together.

I also sent my sister 'E-dogg' (hehe) to today, and she laughed. She was like... "What the hell is this?" No clue that it was a stupid site I had designed. My response to her was, "I'm a nerd, its what we do." Which is really untrue. I know lots of nerds who would never start a website dedicated to something as retarded (and yet wonderful) as SillyPinkHat's contents. Then again, I know dozens who would ;)

Signing Off,
Sweet Tangerine #

      ( 12:56 AM ) Josie  
To those who care...or not ;) As the case may be...hehe.
I have not forgotten about the two pages I'm working on, but I've been crazy working on Madaya! So go me ;) There will be some great updates asap!

PS...Pookie, I love ya ;) #

Monday, February 24, 2003
      ( 7:16 PM ) Josie  
Okay, by writing this, I'm admitting to sleeping in very late this morning, but c'est la vie.

I was up until nearly 6 a.m. this morning writing Madaya. Yay!
I got a phone call at 12:22 pm, asking me to babysit. "When?" I asked, sleepily. "12:30," came the reply.
Bleh. So I took a two minute shower, threw on some clothes and was there in a matter of minutes. I think a little more notice would have been nice...Now I suppose they did talk to Miss Judy this a.m., around 9...but I was unaware of this at the time.
So I left Pookie snoring peacefully and ran up the block to spend the afternoon with a 2 year-old who is extremely intelligent and a 6 year old who either cannot pronounce ANYTHING correctly, or is trying desperately to ensure that her little brother never does. She dumbs everything down when she first I thought it was just when she talked to the little make it more 'his' level. Then I realized she does it all the time. Weird, eh?


Sunday, February 23, 2003
      ( 12:30 PM ) Josie  
Things are very strange.
I sent the new url of my page to a couple current friends, and when I went to check the counter stats, to see if they'd been there...someone else had. Someone I never expected to be still thinking about me. Its very strange. I almost wish I could talk to said person again...find out what's up... but I think it could be miscontrued...
C'est la vie... #


Its pretty self-explanitory.

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