Posting the Cat again

Well, Cheetah’s blood sugar was really high this morning. The vet has decided we have to go to the dreaded “Every 12 Hours” routine.

I knew this once-a-day shit was too easy. I’m going to have to become very friendly with the neighbors and talk them into helping us out if we try to have a life outside the house.

I hate that cat.

Urban Word of the Day

Urban Word of the Day

March 27, 2008: twitterpated

1)to be completely enamored with someone/something.
2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection.
3) romantically excited (i.e.: aroused)
4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a romantic entity in someone’s life.

When he smiled at her, the rush of warm, fuzzy, excited sensations that filled her made her realize she was completely twitterpated with this man.

Well, it LOOKED secure

E-Voting Vendor’s Web Site Hacked
IDG News Service (03/20/08) Montalbano, Elizabeth; McMillan, Robert

Sequoia Voting Systems’ e-voting Web site has been hacked, stirring uproar from New Jersey officials that used the Ballot Blog in a February presidential primary. Princeton University computer science professor Edward Felten reported the breach, following an inquiry from a state county clerks coalition to investigate the e-voting system. Evidence of the infiltration was apparent because the hacker had inserted a message with a cyber tag name. The system was temporarily suspended and users were redirected to a hosting-provider page, but Sequoia later brought the blog back online.

“My guess is that they took the site down temporarily while they were clearing out the stuff left behind by the intruder,” Felten says. The county clerks have asked New Jersey attorney general Anne Milgram to probe Sequoia Voting Systems AVC Advantage e-voting machines, due to discrepancies in vote counts during the primary. Sequoia says different vote totals were due to poll worker mistakes and warned Felten against investigating it further.


That last sentence is the scary one.

People, the only way to truly secure a computer is to unplug it from the internet.  With an issue as important as voting, we need a paper trail.  I don’t care if hand counting takes longer.   Correct, honest results are worth waiting for.

A lovely top five

I think these are all funny except for number 1.  I either don’t get that or there’s nothing to get and it’s not funny.

PS: Happy Easter, Be-yotches.

March 22, 2008

The Top 15 New Names for Roller Derby Chicks
(Part II)

15> Tyra Bangs

14> Pushy Galore

13> Carvin’ Miranda

12> Muhammed Allie

11> Gloria Steininhand

10> Annie Social

9> Emily Post-Partum

8> Hillary Godamn Klingon

7> Natasha Hemorrhage

6> Estee Slaughter

5> Aunt Bea-yotch

4> Leonora Decapitate-o

3> Eve Iscerate

2> Cameron Diazzkicker

and‘s Number 1 New Name for a Roller Derby Chick…

1> Officer Sugartits

[ Copyright 2008 by Chris White/ ]


Couple of things:

1. I could sit and watch the St. Charles river traffic all day every day. It’s mesmerizing. Good thing I don’t have that view out of my office window.

St. Charles river traffic

2. Random thought brought on by looking at the weird and fantastic landscape shapes out the airplane window this afternoon:
When I was young, I’d sit on the toilet (TMI*, folks?) at grandma’s house and stare at the swirly curly patterns in the linoleum – like cloud watching – but closer to home. Things would “appear” in the designs and wouldn’t go away. Mostly animals because that’s where my head was, but there were other things, too. I told grandma about it one day and she got me a pen and told me to go ahead and make the <whatever I’d seen> easier to see. I like that. She let me draw on the floor with a more or less permanent pen because she thought I was so creative. That was very supportive of her, don’t you think? Looking back, I appreciate that, and also hope that she mopped the floor in there occasionally. Last time I was there (a hundred or so years later) I looked for the Pegasus I’d drawn, but it had been worn off. (I could have said cleaned off but that was less likely.)

*Too Much Information

NOLA I barely knew ya

God, I am so antisocial shy. Here I am in the middle of Partyville, USA and I’m up blogging in my hotel room looking out the window.

the view from my room

I’m here for work, not play, and I’m by myself. It’s different. The plenary session/speaker and the education at this conference has been very good so far but this crowd is not my normal demographic, fer sure. At my work I am shunned as being too liberal – here at this conference I look like I’m to the right of Attila the Hun. Geeeezus. Context is everything.

Also, this is a non-profit thing. These people have MONEY. Big Money. Where does it come from? They are all heavily into fund-raising – it’s what most of the vendors here are about, and they’ve promoted it to a fine art. It’s a different (and fairly interesting) world.

At lunch today we picked a place to eat by topic. The tables were labeled with various geeky subjects and a conversation leader. I wanted to know a little more about Twitter because I use it, but badly. I wanted some ideas to take back to the fogeys at work. The Twitter table was all women. It was an informative group conversation and I learned a good bit about the subject at hand.

Also, I had a weird reality check. My online life is separated between work and personal. I don’t mix the two except by accident. We talked about that a little bit and a couple of the younger women were offended. They asked, voices rising, “How can you be authentic in either place?” Interesting thought. Possibly a little naive, though. None of them do any stream of consciousness blogging AND none of them work for stiff old right-wing farts who can barely use e-mail and would crap themselves if they surfed some of my links. Also, I’ve been doing this as long as some of them have been out of diapers. Lots of history if you know where to look. This particular blog only goes back three years but I’ve been keeping one since the mid nineties when it appeared on the horizon. What a trailblazer I am!

But these young women were dead serious and passionate about always being their authentic selves online, saying that’s the key to building online communities. You can’t lie because there will always be someone to call you on it. I prefer to think about it more like schizophrenia. I have two personalities. One is the geek at work. And the other is the, uh, geek who blogs. Wait! No, I talk about sex and spout off when I’m annoyed with work in the blog, don’t do that much at work. Wait, yes I do. Hmm. Okay, I’m more selective with whom I share at work. Out here, my arse and dangling participles are hanging out for all to see.

Another interesting tidbit from the Tweeter luncheon table – one of the women works for a non profit in Slidell which is just down the way a piece. She said that during the Hurricane, the only communication they had was texting. The cell phones wouldn’t work, the computers were down, but the text messages still got through. That’s something to bear in mind when you make a disaster plan.

So, anyway, here I am, yeah, doing the same old thing, but at least I’m in a different place. That’s good. [Except for the fucking plane rides and interminable tarmac times. Seems there was a storm and Dallas/Ft. Worth cancelled 700 flights … I caught the tail end of that on my way through. Fucking airplanes. ]


Here’s some stuff from the speaker this morning, David Pogue. You can’t really see it but you can hear it clearly (and also hear me laughing in the background) while David plays the piano and sings My Way with his own words, all about wanting/needing an iPhone. It’s funny! David Pogue being the plenary speaker was the reason I signed up for this conference. I love him. We even tivo’d his NYTimes videos. He has great consumer tech information presented in a really entertaining way. If you’ve never watched him, try it, you’ll like it. This is a nice little review, non video about video: “Camcorder Brings Zen to the Shoot”
Now I have to buy one. I was going to get a new monitor, but now I think a Flip camcorder is in order.


UPDATE Friday night: I just ate dinner with some sales dorks but decided against partying with them. So, besides being shy, I’m picky about with whom I share my time.

R.I.P Arthur C. Clarke

Science fiction writer, Arthur C. Clarke, poses at his home in Colombo, Sri Lanka, in this May 9, 2007 file photo. Clarke, the author of more than 100 books, including “2001: A Space Odyssey”, died early Wednesday, March 19, 2008 after suffering from breathing problems. He was 90.

Arthur C. Clarke

Sign of the times

Urban Word of the Day

March 18, 2008: jingle mail

Jingle mail is the package containing the keys to your house that you send back to the bank when the interest rate on your adjustable-rate or IO/neg-am mortgage resets, or the property tax bill gets reassessed at double what it was two years ago, or you find out that heating and AC and repairs cost a ton of freaking money, or you lose your job because of the recession that’s coming with the housing crash, and you can’t make the payments any more.

My neighbor put up the Escalade and the Beemer that he bought with his third HELOC for sale, and has been having garage sales every week for the last month to raise cash … I give it about 90 days till he sends in the jingle mail.