Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Is this the weirdest ad or what?

Pretty much everything on the innarwebs has ads now. I can deal with that. But this one ad that keeps showing up REALLY gives me the creeps.



That is one butt-ugly Mom.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

So this facebook stuff rocks

Sorry, been far too busy working and trying to have a life and stuff to post here. Been spending my precious little free time helping set up a 35th reunion on FB. But just got friended [gack!] befriended by a guy I knew as a kid. Whose dad went to high school with my dad. Whose mom I visited while making the nostalgia circuit through NorCal and Oregon after my mom passed away (and which said friend's mom visited my mom shortly before my mom died because they were pretty close, even though said friend's mom had gone to high school with my dad long before he met my mom, but my mom was in close contact with many of my dad's relatives and friends). Are you confused? I'm not, but I've had years of therapy to figure out all the nuances.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Another Borders Run

Picked up this and this. Now to find time to watch.

UPDATE: Watched High Noon. Righteous. Oh, and Grace Kelly the Quaker lady? YOU GO, GIRL!

Friday, January 1, 2010

Singin' the Praises

So on one of my facebook groups, those we've lost from my high school, I posted on one of my favorite teachers.

She was a far left liberal from the 60s, an uber-feminist (though oddly, that didn't stop her from taking the surnames of both her husbands). She was a Van Osdel when I first met her (in an English class, 1973), became a Tubiola barely two months later (and her new husband was a way cool dude). Originally she was Patsy Nalley.

I sparred with her on politics and such for three years, in various classes involving English and journalism and related studies. And even though her politics were very liberal, her first and foremost goal was to have her students think for themselves. A true teacher, in the truest sense.

She passed away from cancer in 1994, at the far-too-young age of 52.

Pat, I love you to pieces. I hope there's an afterlife, so I can see you again, you uber-feminist-liberal wonderful lady.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Nice game, well played. Fuckers.

Go Ducks

Destroy those fuckers.