More Murder She Wrote
AAAAAAaaaahh! Make it Stop!
{ Monthly Archives }
November 2006
Mom, Fat Texans and Murder
My mom had knee surgery a few days ago, that’s why I’m down here in Texas. Between her not being able to walk and my dad in a wheelchair, well, it just wasn’t gonna be a pretty situation. So I got on a plane and here I am. Mom is now doing much better and isn’t even using the crutches anymore, so that’s very good.
A few of observations:
Everyone who lives down here is fat. Well, not everyone, but a much “larger” (heh) percentage of the population than in California. And when I say fat, I mean LARGE. I don’t know if my perceptions have changed since leaving here almost 6 years ago… but it seems to me is that everyone has just ballooned into gargantuan porportions.
The mall in the largest nearby town hasn’t really changed in 20 years. My mom used to work in a store there when I was little and I practically grew up in the mall. Sad, so sad.
Isn’t it handy that Apple so generously included a lap warmer inside my powerbook? Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!
And a frustration:
How many episodes of Murder She Wrote can one person watch!??!?!?
Quote for the Day
We carry our homes within us which
enable us to fly.
–John Cage
My friend Darren sends out a quote every day. Today’s couldn’t have been any better for me.
What does Modern Paganism have to do with ER?
In my parent’s house, we have this habit of “watching” tv. It consists of having the TV on, Dad usually vaguely paying attention or asleep in his chair, me with a book or my laptop and mom, reading her book. Except when something catches her attention and her subsequent narration.
For me it’s background noise, something to ignore while I concentrate on doing something else. It allows me to spend time around the people I love while also doing stuff. Multi-tasking. 
(This drives Courtland nuts and so I usually don’t do it at home.. he’s like, are you gonna watch this with me or not?).
So here I am, trying read an article on the history of modern paganism (on my laptop, leaching off the neighbor’s wireless, natch) while ER is on and all this drama and nonsense is issueing from my parents ginormous television set (takes up half the living room, seems like)….then… “it’s gonna fall….the bus is leaning on the cliff… it’s gonna fall…”
So now I’m trying to ignore the TV AND her, all at the same time. Can’t you see I’m tryin’ to read here? I want to say. But no, I stay quiet and just glare at her… this quells her narration for a moment, until the next dramatic music moment and pitch… ignoring… ignoring… ignoring…aaaarrgh!
Living away for so long has dulled my parental attention avoidance skills. God I miss San Francisco.
Go Me!
Today I got Apache, MySql, PHP and Expression Engine all running on my mac and successfully troubleshot a mysql configuration error. Not bad for someone who doesn’t know didly ’bout squirrels, no?
More NaNoWriMo Foolishness
It’s that time once again. What time is that you say? Why it’s NaNoWriMo! National Novel Writing Month. I signed up last year (and possibly the year before) with all great intentions. The deal is you write a novel in a month. Well, at least 50,000 words. It doesn’t have to be great. It doesn’t have to be edited (you can do that later after the competition is over.) Just do it, so the slogan goes.
I’ve signed up in the past and gotten no where with it. So what did I do this year? Why sign up again, of course! Come on! Who’s with me?
