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Dear Co-Worker,

You might have thought it was funny to remove the ink cartridge from my pen. I can't fathom why you did that. I know I left it on my desk, and that was my fault. If I'd have left it in my drawer you'd probably never have done it. But why the ink cartridge? Why not take the whole pen? If you'd have taken the whole pen, I'd have had a good one ready when I had to make a laundry list of things to do for the customer I was talking to when I discovered it wasn't working. Instead, I had to apologize, stop him from speaking, grab another pen, and then apologize again before asking him to repeat what was going on.

Taking the pen would have been understandable - you needed one and I left one out. Fair enough. But taking the ink cartridge? That's a pretty crappy thing to do. All it says is that you wanted to crap upon my day.

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I know the days of progressive rock have come and gone, and that these days, only Rush and Dream Theater really seem to be carrying on with the style. Listening to most of what I hear today, even on rock stations, I can't help but mourn the loss of progressive rock as an means to which songs like this one might actually be heard by everyone.

This is an incredibly beautiful and mysterious piece of music, and it would be completely unsellable in today's music industry.

I feel like a old woman holding my fragile fist up in rage at the state of the world by saying this.

Wanna hear that song for the first time just one more time

Last year, when we went to Japan, we found ourselves with a few hours to kill between leaving our capsule hotel and running to the airport. We decided to spend a bit of time exploring the Mecca of Japanese consumerism which is Akihabara's Yodobashi Camera.

While we were there, I remember wanting to get a good pair of headphones that were not ear-buds. All of the display models were tied into the same CD player. Every pair I tested out allowed me to hear the same gorgeous song over and over again. After some furious studying up and some help from Nova, I asked one of the men who worked there what the song was. Unfortunately, I wasn't confident enough to really push for more clarification, and the only thing I was able to learn was the artist's name.

Nakashima Mika.

Now, Yodobashi Camera had a Tower Records inside, and I listened to EVERY SINGLE one of her albums that they had on the shelf and not a single one of those albums contained the song. I've searched You Tube and every other resource I can think of.

Right now, I want to hear that song more than anything else, and I don't even know the name of it. I don't even know enough Japanese to tell you what a single lyric was. I just know it was primarily dark piano with low vocals and it moved like heavy waves on the ocean.

If any Mika fans out there are reading this, and you know what song was on Yodobashi's audio demo back in September of 2007, PLEASE let me know. I know this is a long shot, but I desperately want to hear this song one more time.


So, I've been in NYC for a few days now. There were only a few spots I genuinely wanted to hit as far as touristy things go. One of which was the Empire State Building. I must, I'm extremely disappointed that they pull the Tokyo Tower crap, in that you pay one fee to get up so high and if you want to go ALL the way up, you have to pay again. We did not - we had a cosmology lecture we were running late for and didn't want to miss out. The traffic at the ESB was crazy busy for a Thursday night at 19:00, and believe it or not, we missed the rush at 20:00 that was out the main doors and around the corner. This is not including the two floors of line on the inside. We had to race up the last six floors on foot since the wait for the elevators from 80 to 86 was at least 30 minutes. Ironically, have three fans of Shoujo Kakumei Utena racing up a very long spiraling staircase only kept us amused for about four flights.

The second stop I wanted to see was the Statue of Liberty. As you can see, I have an affection for very tall famous spaces - maybe I'll manage to get to the Chrysler Building before I leave. I was up for even more disappointment there. The tickets we purchased at the Battery Park ferry are only good enough to get you TO Liberty Island. A monument pass is NOT available once on the island; you have to purchase that at least a week in advance or you can only wander around the fool statue and not go up the pedestal or inside it. Grrrrrrr.

I'm a freaking tourist, people. This may be my only trip to NYC I'll ever take in my life, and I've been denied access to the symbol of my country's ideology because I didn't think to book tickets a week in advance. I've never been to any site that required that much dedication to planning. I feel this says something about how liberty has actually been lost to us, even if there are practical considerations of traffic and space inside that have to be considered; the ferries carry around 1,000 people to and from the island every trip.

For all you Battlestar Galactica fans

The individual who writes this needs to negotiate a deal with SCI-FI channel to have it collected and published after the series is finished. This collection of writing about the show is arguably better than the show itself, and I swear that the writers of the show read this religiously enough that his observations have made it into their planning. It's either that, or he's got a brilliant way of making them seem like geniuses.

Television Without Pity's review of the new Battlestar Galactica

Start at the miniseries, and work your way forward.


Today, I took the day off after assisting with Bring Your Child to Work Day yesterday. Doing this usually means getting off at 22:30 and then having to be back at work at 08:00. Sometimes, they offer to let me work a split-shift the day before so I can get home earlier. This time, I refused, because honestly, letting me off work a day earlier is not going to get me in bed any quicker. Most people can't go from late-shift to first-shift in a day, or even a day and a half.

So, not surprisingly, I slept in this morning. A little too long, and I was the unfortunate recipient of one of those headaches that come from too many hours in bed. The kind that do not go away as the day progresses, and often, have to be killed by taking yet another nap.

Said nap occurred as novacheckers was supposed to be returning home from work. She had called earlier to let know she'd be bringing home Rib Crib for dinner. When she got home, she phoned me to let me know she'd need help carrying in everything, except I missed the call. I ran to my phone to call her back, but as I was doing so, she was already at the door. I apologized for not getting to the phone soon enough, and helped her bring in the food.

We sat down at the kitchen table, and she described the goings on at N!Prime, and how certain players who hadn't posted on the new forum in quite some time were going to be getting a reminder notice that they'd been inactive. We began to talk about the characters they had developed, which ones we liked, and were hoping would become active again.

I heard someone coming up the stairs, so I went towards the computer room to take a peek at who was outside.

Just then, the front door opened, and novacheckers walks in. I'm on the sofa, and I wake up. She had just then returned home, and Rib Crib was out of the food I'd ordered. She kept trying to talk to me, but I had to try and focus and try to forget the past 10 minutes of my life, since they hadn't happened except in slept-too-long-have-horrible-headache-must-take-a-nap-land. On top of that, since I woke up in the middle of a dream, it was twice as hard to regain my conscious cohesion.

It took about 30 minutes to realign everything in my head.

Rewinding your life is hard.


I've always known that my cat is big. We used to joke about him being a 20 pound blob that lays around and meows, but that was an exaggeration. The truth is that he is a very long cat, and a cat that size is going to be large.

Despite that, I've always known that heavy cats are prone to diabetes and I've been careful to keep him from over-eating. I've given him the healthy-weight management food that is higher in protein than other varieties. We keep the other cat's food out of the way so he can't readily get to it.

This weekend, we noticed that he was walking a bit oddly on his hind legs. After 2.5 hours at the vet's office, I'm still in shock.

My poor kitty got the dreaded D word after all my effort to keep him from getting it. Some cats are just predisposed to it, apparently.

Special diabetes cat food - $40 for a 12 lb bag.
Insulin - $20 bucks for a 50 dose bottle
Holding the poor little guy down while I prick him - heartbreaking.

Having him leap up on the bed at night and snuggle on top of me - Priceless.

I love you, you silly lil'furball.

Even though you broke my foot back in '04.
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Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was a in dimly lit club of maybe 100 people. The tables were candlelit and there was no standing room. They were all positioned in front of a small stage. I was very excited because Michael Stipe was due to give a a rare solo show without the rest of REM and we just happened to come to this club on the night it was going to happen. We didn't plan it in advance; we just enjoyed this cozy little spot and decided to get out of the house that night.

When Michael came out on stage, he made a little show about bringing Billy Bragg up on stage with him, complete with asking the audience, "Do you wanna see Billy Bragg on stage with me?" and asking for cheers to get Billy out of hiding. I thought, being a fan of Bingo Handjob's song "Tom's ?" that he was bringing Billy Bragg up on stage to do that, and apparently so were a few others in the audience.

Instead, Billy played something slow and haunting on his acoustic guitar while Michael sang very dark lyrics. It was an amazing song. The audience were all singing softly with him, and this made the song even more haunting than it would have been. I had never heard it before, but I was singing along with it, too, since that's the way of dreams.

I remember waking up with the chorus still in my head. I kept thinking, as my cat meowed and meowed that it was breakfast time, that I had to have heard the song on the radio in my sleep as the music alarm went off, cause there's no way I could have dreamed all of that on my own. Then I realized that the radio station on the clock is only playing Christmas music now.

And now, that beautiful, haunting piece of music that I had pulled out of the dream with me is teasing me by staying on the edge of my memory - just enough so I remember the last few sounds of the chorus, but not the words and not the melody.

Damn it all.

Damn it all.

Damn it all.

I want that song back.

This is not the first time this has happened.

I should buy a mini-recorder and leave it near my bed so I can save whatever fragments I can after waking from now on.
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Normally, I try to be reasonable about decisions made in the writers' room of shows I love that I happen to disagree with. Sure, they might miff me, and I'll complain about it, but most of the time it really doesn't bother me like it did tonight.

I am so pissed off at Heroes right now. I want to say that I won't watch it again after tonight, but I know that would be a lie. But even all the even storytelling and missteps during this past season didn't bother me as much as tonight's crapper of finale.

I feel broken.
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