Happy birthday!
I think I might've unbroke my sore shoulder. Naproxen today, modified stroke, and IT DOESN"T HURT. I might've snapped out of the cycle. Now, I push on the muscles, still sore but they don't hurt working or just being.
Nails done. Tomorrow, going away packing party (really, pizza and beer) for some work friends who live near me and who I will miss (along with their cats and kid. I'll have to sing Lola her Lola-lolls song one last time!) They are Cali kids, always knew they'd head back there. Matt got the perfect job opp in SF, Tif quit to go to animation school and stay home with her kid...yeah. Also, summer farewell to a couple of my friends on the block who have away gigs for the summers, and another who just travels all damn summer for her job and I rarely get to see her.
Summer begins here with goodbyes, but good ones.
pina colada. I think I'll need to break out my ice crusher and have these the rest of the summer. mmmmm.
But it's actually a 31-year-old woman in Milwaukee. Huh.
She has good taste in many things, but NOT tumblr layouts.
Tom, you have a lens cap coffee cup, right? Is it this? Or am I creating false memories?
I was just sitting here, idly wondering where my Nook had wandered off to, and I thought, "Well, I can just go to Search and type in--Wait. No. My office isn't indexed, and it's not a computer. Damn."
I find that after extensive use in Word, I'll be in RL situations where my first reactions is Edit>Undo and realize that I
can't.
I saw a news story last night about the latest thing that Bigotry IncorporatedOne Million Moms is up in arms about: [link]
My response was to write Kraft a letter encouraging them to keep up the good work and pledging future purchases of the advertised dressing flavor. If anyone else feels like doing so, the response form is here: [link]
The ad from the Zesty campaign that I've seen seemed like a pretty clear cut...homage to the Old Spice guy, but hey. Women's bodies are used sincerely to sell things that are unrelated to sex or nudity--we're still at the point where turnabout is tongue in cheek, not a solemn correlation drawn between lingerie clad women and the best car or beer for you to buy.
I can't get up in arms about it, one way or another, but it doesn't even feel like a stab at equality.
Yesterday I was reading a piece on Photoshop gone too far, and I hate humanity all over again. Remember that Ralph Lauren model that was shopped dramatically thin? The model got fired for being too big (5'8, 120--yeah, pretty massive, sadly) on top of all that. Complaints about "that not being Julia Roberts real complexion in the make up ad"? They're not claiming she really looks like that--it's an aspirational ad, not a documentary. Aspirational seems to be the new weasel word for untruth in advertising.
Seriously Moms! They don't have anything better to be offended about? If I had the time or energy to be be an activist I hope my cause would be more worthy.
