Random excerpt from new book

“You feel chilled because you have no character. You’re a depressing assemblage of pop culture influences and cancelled emotions, driven by the sputtering engine of only the most banal form of capitalism. You spend your life feeling as if you’re perpetually on the brink of being obsolete — whether it’s labour market obsolescence or cultural unhipness. And it’s all catching up with you. You live and die by the development cycle. You’re glamorized drosophila flies, with the company regulating your life cycles at whim. If it isn’t a budget-driven eighteen-month game production schedule, it’s a five-year hardware obsolescence schedule. Every five years you have to throw away everything you know and learn a whole new set of hardware and software specs, relegating what was once critical to our lives to the cosmic slag heap.”

Says Douglas Coupland in “jPod”. He also keeps making references to himself, and really, it’s pretty annoying. Yeah, yeah, Coupland. You’re some kind of Generation X icon. Sure. You invented the term Generation X. Whatever. It’s still kind of… I don’t know which word I’m looking for. Sleazy is close, but doesn’t feel quite right. Tacky? Cheap? Anyway. I keep sneering at my book. Self referencing sure is… meta… or something. And by “or something”, I mean gay.

Other than that, though… pretty good book so far.

Bye bye blogroll!

Getting rid of the blogroll until such time as I can be bothered to update it.

So, you’ll never see it again!

Blogroll is back. Not entirely sure I didn’t accidentally delete a few links that I didn’t mean to, but meh!

Temptation

I have huge ugly roots again. I’m soooo lazy. I never bother dying my hair as often as I should. Pink hair doesn’t look horrible with roots, but this auburn sure does. Ho hum. I’m still not going to do anything about it, I just thought I’d let you all know.

Somebody left clippers in my bathroom, and I’m pretty tempted to go in there and shave my entire head. I think this “growing my hair out” thing is a failed experiment. The real reason I haven’t dyed my hair again yet is that I don’t want to keep it as dark as it is, but I really don’t have a choice, because no amount of chemicals was going to get the pink out without taking my hair right along with it down the drain, and I’m totally screwed now, with red on top of the pink. If I wasn’t such a klutz, with such a bumpy head, I’d totally be bald by now. But I put another lump there this morning when I hit my head on the desk trying to untangle some cables, so that was a good reminder for me. Must keep hair! Maybe not much of it, though. Unless somebody can talk me out of it.

Somebody talk me out of it! I’ve been growing my hair since I moved up here (the longest bits were a couple of inches back then, this really is over a year’s worth of hair!)

Last night at the grocery store

Sean and I were about to check out when I remembered a couple of things I’d forgotten. He went ahead and got in line anyway, and when I came back there were two girls (together) in line behind him. He had already gotten close enough to the register to put the couple of items he was holding on the belt, so when he saw me, he motioned for me to cut in line and put the rest of our things on there (I had a full wagon to add). The girls gave us the evil eye and switched lines, because they were only holding a few things. I figured I’d rather deal with the nasty stares than with making Sean move his things to let them ahead, and then fighting with him for the rest of the night about why I made him do it, so I did cut ahead, but I informed Sean that he was an asshole. I mean, I was an asshole, too, but he hadn’t even noticed what happened, so obviously he’s the bigger asshole here. Anyway, according to him, he’s not an asshole, he “just [doesn’t] care about some stupid yuppies that [he] probably [doesn’t] have anything in common with anyway”. I told him that he’s an asshole because he doesn’t care. And I’m right, right? Or does being nice decent to people only apply when you approve of their lifestyle these days? What a jerk.

Why am I so blind?

Putting on makeup when I’m not wearing my contact lenses is damned nigh impossible. If I get close enough to the mirror that I can see my eyelid (about an inch or so), the brush or pencil I’m using knocks against it. Thanks for the defective genes, mom and dad.

Happy Generic Holiday Season

I know several people (including my husband) that work at Starbucks, and I’ve been told by them that the word “Christmas” is off-limits this year, and that “holidays” has been suggested to them as an alternative. Indeed, itsredagain.com, Starbucks’ holiday website, doesn’t include the C-word anywhere (except where it’s been submitted by users). The whole campaign is based around the slogan “on with the tradition”. However, they’ve slipped up. Sean brought home some food in a Starbucks paper bag, last night. The text printed on it includes the phrase “suddenly, like the flipping of a yuletide switch”. Hm. Maybe archaic synonyms for Christmas are considered acceptable? Or maybe Starbucks has decided to celebrate a pagan form of Yule this year? Starbucks, you are fail! Oh, whatever. Don’t use the word Christmas. Fine. It doesn’t make your red and greeny, holiday tree-y, Nutcrackerry, candy caney, twinkling starry, wassailingey holiday any less Jesusy. Who do you think you’re fooling, here? Is anyone about to mistake a red and green Generic Holiday for blue and white Hannukah? Diwali and Ramadan are both over. Chinese New Year isn’t until the end of January. So I’m not tricked. And I’m still terribly offended. Terribly. And I’m still going to boycott you. But only because I hate coffee. And excluding any free food friends or family might bring home from work.

Since when?

Since when did Winamp on shuffle, but not on repeat, play the same track more than once. I always believed that it would play each track once, and stop. I’m almost sure that I remember the program behaving this way. Well, if it never did, it should. And if it did, but doesn’t anymore, well that’s silly.