Meh.

I'm not really going on hiatus. I just don't think I'm up to any real-topic, heavy hitting blogging for awhile.

I mean, I've been blogging to a long time. And it's the same old shit, over and over again.

I mean, from the "Progressives" in this thread who think that children should be punished for the actions of their parents (actions which are hardly a crime in the first place), to the people who make an amazing woman feel like this, to Hillary Clinton championing a racist culture as her "base" (yes, I know that there are people voting for Barack Obama who are too sexist to vote for Hillary Clinton, but you don't see him touting that proudly), to tens of thousands killed in natural disasters (and their avoidable aftermaths), I'm just kind of, meh. Whatever, blogtopia.

I mean, so-called progressives hating on children and poor women? Slut-shaming? Wink-wink nod-nod racism and/or sexism? I was so there way back in 2002, but now, it seems like such a retread.

Don't worry, I'm mostly joking. Also, read this post by Daisy and thank her she never got as jaded as I apparently am.

Actually, I've always had a theory on that. The American people of my generation, born in the late seventies. grew up at a time when outright nuclear destruction in the next decade or so was a virtual guarantee. Pop culture was saturated with this idea. Probably like 80 percent of the movies and TV shows I watched as a child (my dad, bless him, was probably a little lax on the whole "Rated R" concept) were either action movies set in the present where scary Soviets were trying to annihilate us, or dystopian science fiction where scary Soviets already had. Even Star Trek: The Next Generation, the one scifi universe where humanity apparently managed to get their shit together, talked about a post-World War III dystopia.

I used to have nightmares about ICBMs. I used to tatter my Barbie's outfits and play post-apocalypse bug-huntress in the backyard. Didn't anyone else in their 30s now do this as a kid? Is it just me?

So when this specific impending doom vaporized just when we were entering high school I think we suddenly had to figure out what the hell to do with our lives, I think we went all jaded and sarcastic and became Nirvana fans who could care less about the world because it could explode tomorrow...except it never got around to doing so.

Which is why I think the response amongst my circle of friends to things like Global Warming and never-ending war with Iraq and hitting peak oil and suchlike has been kind of, "Oh. There's that apocalypse I was looking for." And which is why, I think, I'm finding it difficult to blog about the same thing over and over again for going on seven years. Because The End, probably, finally, is nigh.

Or, it's summer and I have a wonderful little family to enjoy it with and there's much more fun things to do.

To sum up, I'm not taking a hiatus. This blog has turned into a great way for me to keep in touch with distant friends, not to mention a nice outlet for when I want to share my *koff* brilliance *koff* but my husband is bored of hearing me go on about stuff. But if you're looking for up-to-the-minute, in depth analysis or something, best to look at one of the blogs in my blogroll.

Cheers.

Kittens!!!

Ahn...

Ahn, so tie tie.

No, I will not promise to stop speaking in cute-overloadese. Don't be redonkulous.

Of a greater importance

I'm mulling over whether or not I want to use my extra free time (ha! as if) now that the semester's over to blog about some of the stuff that's burbling around in my brain, or if the internets and I are on a break for awhile.

While I am trying to sort my sorry shit out, Plan(s)feminist has compiled a series of links, and really this is of greater importance. So go investigate.

Woowoo!

Semester's over, whoo hoo!

Now all I have to do is wait for my college girl privilege checks to come in the mail so I can be properly elitist all summer long mwa haha!

Procrastinaton, ohh yeaaahhhh!

It's 1:15 in the morning. I have had a lot of Mountain Dew and two glasses of Cabernet. I have written five and a half pages of a nine page final paper that is due by four tomorrow.

I am taking a short break.

From Jack, this is an awesome idea for a meme, and I'm picking it up.

I'm on a mission. People have to do this. There is no escape. LolBaby. For realsies. The meme is you find an embarrassing baby picture of you, and you caption it! On Icanhascheezburger.com.

Jack's is hilarious. This is mine.



More people have to do this. I could use a laugh.

Um, yeah, holy crap.

Holy shit. Kevin Boyar was in my Russian class.

ALBUQUERQUE (KRQE) - Police say a tipster told them a student was carrying a gun on the University of New Mexico campus and had spoken of the Virginia Tech and Columbine shootings.

Kevin Boyar, 19, had admitted to carrying the gun onto campus, according to a criminal complaint, but had claimed the he didn't know guns aren't allowed at UNM.

I'm kind of torn, not knowing him outside of class that well. I feel like either a nice kid did a stupid thing that he didn't mean anything scary by, or maybe a kid with problems was taken into custody thereby averting a disaster.

Who knows. Either way...holy crap.

Small town girl makes good

Heh. The Albuquerque Journal recounts my moment of glory.

Jason Zuffranieri and John McCulloch got a little nervous in the milliseconds after their teammate rang in on the "Jeopardy"-style challenge this past weekend.
The answer— given by Vanessa Gatsch— would determine whether the University of New Mexico team would make it to the playoff round of the National College Bowl, affectionately called the varsity sport of the mind. UNM's team would move forward if she answered the sudden-death question correctly— or walk away empty-handed if she got it wrong.
Neither Zuffranieri nor McCulloch had ever heard of the Stone of Scone.
"That was kind of a long pause. It made me really nervous," said McCulloch, a 25-year-old UNM nuclear engineering major.
Gatsch, an anthropology major, knew that it was used in the coronation of Scottish monarchs.
Gatsch's answer got the team to the national championship playoffs, where it came in second behind the University of Rochester.

Dude. Stone of Muthafuckin' Scone.

One more thing.

While we're on the subject of movies, umm...is this Mike Myers in brownface?

Because, dude, that is not okay. HELLO!!! PEOPLE!!! THIS TYPE OF THING IS NOT OKAY!!!

Okay, so

It's heading into finals week, and I might be under a pile of books for awhile.

Mostly I'm wishing it would all just be over soon. I'm burned out on school, blogging, socializing, et al.

Mostly I just want to go see Iron Man, play some video games, and not be a responsible adult. Which is probably some sort of dumb 1/3 life crisis I'm having. It's those college kids, they're starting to rub off on me.

But really, it looks kind of badass, no?


(Also, it kind of makes you realize how badass and ahead of their time Black Sabbath was, yeah?)

Also there's this movie coming out soon, which I want to watch right now please please please.

But, you know, in a weird way, one of the enjoyable things about being an adult is fondly and wistfully wishing for the days when you weren't. And then do all the stuff you're supposed to do anyway.

Aaaanyway, I'll probably be scarce(r that usual) until the semester's over.

A conversation

Me: Hey, Abbie, smile for the camera!

Abbie:


Me: Snort! Umm, okay, let's try that again! Abbie, smile for mama!

Abbie:

Also, laughs at mama.

Me: Hahaha! Abbie! Smile nicely!

Abbie:


Me: ***dies***

On Living with a Majority Minority

New Mexico is the only Minority Majority state in the U.S. Which is a phrase that doesn't even make any sense, actually. But it's something you notice when you go to a state like Minnesota, walk into a business establishment meant to cater to tourists or business travelers (or, college students attending a trivia competition) and silently wonder to yourself, "Hmm, where are all the brown people?"

(This is something you often find yourself doing when you're usually the only brown person in a particular place. Or at least, I do. Is that bad?)

And then you look around and notice. Oh. Oooohh, I get it. They all work here. They're the employees.

When you're from a place where class distinctions are not so much marked by skin color, it's kind of weird to go somewhere where they are.

Anyway, I've uploaded some of the pictures I took at College Bowl, here.

Off to Quizbowl 2008

Where i will meet Jack finally and hope to not embarrass myself too much.

So, I won't even be lurking anywhere for the next few days.

No one start any blogwars while I'm away.

**update** We came in second, woo hoo! Although in retrospect I kind of feel like I was too old to be competing against a bunch of kids still in their first round of college.

Also, John Goff is some kind of freaky genius, seriously. And a mensch to boot.

I plan on doing another post with some pictures and other observations, just really busy at the moment.

People I'll probably Never Know

My grandmother and her family in Cuba.

Contemplation

I might take a hiatus for awhile.

I dunno. I keep getting so frustrated.

More later.

What the hell is wrong with me?

For some reason I seem to be sabotaging myself with procrastination this semester.

For instance, tonight, I have to begin and complete a paper that was assigned a long time ago.

This paper is on silent film director Sergei Eisenstein.

And has to be written in Russian.

By tomorrow.

Sigh.