scarlettina: (Angel)
On a different but obscurely related topic to my last LJ post (made just minutes ago), I made the following post on Facebook last night and wanted to memorialize it here, with a couple more observations:

"Midnight Train to Georgia" really is one if the greatest pop songs ever recorded. [N.B.: It won the Grammy for Best R&B Song in its year.] Never gets old. Gladys Knight recorded one for the ages. And I just love those Pips.

What I love about the Pips' back-up is that not only is it just plain awesome, it's really affirming for the narrator of the story. She's made a decision and they're behind her all the way. I think we all need Pips. G-d knows I do.

A friend responded: I totally want Pips. I never really thought about it before, but you're so right - we all need someone to soulfully sing "I know you will" when necessary. :-)

If you want to know how awesome the Pips really were, you ought to see them doing their thing without Gladys Knight. And if you want to know how beloved they are, here's a kind of spoof/tribute, with Ben Stiller, Jack Black and the impossibly hot, impossibly cool Robert Downey, Jr. (Whoever directed this skit is an idiot, though. There's a gag at the end that he totally botched. It was a gag in bad taste, but his direction just made it lame, as well.)

My friend is right. There are days when we all need that back-up chorus validating our choices. (And, you know, if they all looked and moved a little more like RDJ, I would so totally not mind.) Today is one of those days.
scarlettina: (Ashamed)
Just ask the internet:

REI: Kitten Gear
When it's time to go on an adventure, REI has all the equipment the active, healthy kitten needs to embark on her latest expedition. Complete with bandana and machete. (Zeke has already put in a request.)

NPR: Scratch That: One Cat's Struggle With Internet Stardom
Life in the spotlight is never easy. NPR profiles the trials and tribulations of being a celebrity cat and the best ways to survive and thrive.

Google: QWERTY Cats
Google understands its audience so well. The need for a virtual keyboard for cats has been an ongoing one. Why, Sophie can't wait to get her paws on this. One thing's for sure: I'll need to hide the credit cards and blacklist PetSmart so she can't go shopping while I'm at work!

LinkedIn: Cats You May Know
For the well-networked cat--or the cat who needs a more robust network--LinkedIn provides just the tool for the job.
scarlettina: (Christmas ornament)
1) Had a really great holiday weekend. Attended [ profile] varina8's Post-Apocalyptic Solstice Gathering. Had delicious dim sum on the day before Christmas with a group of friends at Jade Garden in the International District and then saw Life of Pi with [ profile] oldmangrumpus. And then had dinner on Christmas Day with [ profile] grubbstreet, his lovely bride, and a cast of delightful irregular regulars. I feel as though we rang this holiday weekend for all it was worth.

2) Having observed the traditional practice of Chinese food and a movie on Christmas, I am delighted to learn that "a lost Talmudic tractate has been discovered that answers age-old rabbinic questions about the appropriate way for Jews to fully accomplish the obligations associated with eating Chinese food on December 24th/25th." In something of a rare occurrence, I have, for once, correctly practiced a mitzvah, according to the rabbis. I await the discovery of the Tractate Cinema to be sure that I've accomplished both mitzvot appropriately.

3) I am down to the last two calendar pages in my Moleskine calendar notebook for the year. They are remarkably blank. I don't know whether to make a point to fill them up or to keep them blank to ensure some quiet time for reading, cleaning, and contemplation, all of which I'd like to have. I look to next year's notebook with anticipation, all clean and pristine, yet unblemished by a year's worth of jostling about in my pocketbook and note-making in restaurants and coffee shops, among other things.

4) Life of Pi was an absolutely beautiful movie. Visually it was just stunning and the story, with its twist ending, is remarkable. While I don't think anyone is going to be nominated for an acting Oscar, I wouldn't be surprised to see a raft of technical award nominations for the film. Ang Lee has created something quite special and used 3D in the best possible way. I enjoyed the movie quite a bit.

5) There's still a whole list of movies I want to see. Let's see: Django Unchained, Les Miserables, Argo, Flight, Hitchcock, Anna Karenina, The Sessions, Chasing Ice. I've already seen Skyfall which I thought was one of the best Bond films we've had in a while, Lincoln which was remarkable and which I may have to see again, and The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey which was overlong, self-indulgent and yet still entertaining and well worth seeing (though I don't expect to see it again in the theater even though Richard Armitage alone is worth spending the money to see). Previews and Streisand made me want to see The Guilt Trip for its sheer ridiculousness, but given its Rotten Tomatoes rating, I don't think I'll be able to make myself do it. I'm also trying to find a way to make myself find Silver Linings Playbook more appealing since it's getting all sorts of Oscar buzz, but I haven't been successful so far. It has been suggested that I see Holy Motors; I need to learn more about it first.

Plus one: Rest in peace, Mr. Jack Klugman. I grew up watching "The Odd Couple" on television, with Klugman's joyously schlubby presence the perfect foil for Tony Randall's fuss-budget persnicketiness. I grew to really respect him not for his comedy but for the humanity he brought to his dramatic roles. He was a terrific actor and I loved watching him whenever the chance presented itself. Thanks for hours of entertainment, Mr. Klugman, as well as for your activist work connected to the Orphan Drug Act. You made a difference in the world, an admirable legacy indeed.

The Scrubbing

Fri, Nov. 23rd, 2012 08:20 am
scarlettina: (Fork You Back)
In a world where turkeys are massacred once a year to satiate the appetites of millions . . . where pots, pans, and implements of preparation rend the flesh that those millions will consume, the greatest horror yet waits in the night.

When morning comes in the wake of the Great Consumption, those millions awake to the final devastation: kitchens everywhere . . . piled with cookery yet unclean. They prepare themselves, resolutely strapping on aprons and approaching their sinks with mouths set and shoulders squared to face . . . The Scrubbing.

This, my friends, is the morning that awaits me. I don't actually have a lot to scrub, as I washed up the remains of the dish I prepared yesterday, but I left one or two things to soak overnight. It shouldn't be that bad. Nevertheless, I too will resolutely strap on my apron because, on the morning after, the price must be paid.)

I'm the Answer!

Mon, Jul. 30th, 2012 04:53 pm
scarlettina: (LOL!)
Over on Facebook, multi-Hugo Award-winning artist Bob Eggleton started quoting the Steve Miller song, "The Joker":

"Some people call me the space cowboy.
Some call me the gangster of love.
Some people call me Maurice
'Cuz I speak of the pompatus of love..."

And there it was: that phrase that has baffled millions: the pompatus of love. And Bob asked, "What IS the pompetous of love? Is it a word?"

And thus went the conversation:
Me: The Internets know everything, Bob.
Bob: I knew you would have the answer Janna. You always do. Janna is the Answer.
[ profile] ladyjestocost: Beat me to it, Janna Silverstein, by mere seconds. Sigh.
Michael J. Walsh: Janna - You beat me by seconds!
Bob: Janna beats us all...
Me: That's why Janna has been known to wear black leather to conventions and has been called by more than one of her authors "Mistress." Some truths cannot be denied. ;-)
scarlettina: (LOL!)
Scene: Coworker and I are in instant messaging discussing the movement of a new website from the sandbox (the location where we build the site) to the live site (where it will be available for company employees to see and use). This process is called migration. I've just completed the final phase before next week's release.

Coworker: You are now ready for the Great Migration!
Me: Hee
Coworker: I'll have lots of coffee in the morning on Monday so I'll be ready to help.
Me: Will there be wildebeests?
Coworker: YES
Me: YAY! Wildebeests! And coffee, just in case. :)
Coworker: Yes. It's a little known fact that wildebeests require great quantities of coffee just prior to migrating.
Me: Who knew?
Coworker: No one knows how they carry their coffee mugs. A great mystery of science.
OK, Friday lunacy is taking hold...
Me: We should launch a research project on wildebeests, coffee, and Friday lunacy. Perhaps they are related.
Coworker: Excellent hypothesis! I wonder if we can get a grant.

So if any of you know anyone providing grants for wildebeests and caffeine research, please let me know.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled LJ.
scarlettina: (LOL!)
I just came across a LOL that made me LOL louder than I ever had in response to a LOL before. Behold it in all its nerdly glory:

This made me laugh for a bazillion reasons:
1) Because Fibonacci is a funny word.
2) Because I know who Fibonacci was.
3) Because most of the people in my circle know who Fibonacci was and those who don't are scratching their heads and wondering if they should be embarrassed.
4) Because ... Fibonacci pigeons!
5) And so on.

Also, I associated Fibonacci numbers with my beloved Uncle Larry, of blessed memory, who introduced me to them with the kind of glee and focus only an engineer/inventor could. There we were, he a balding, middle-aged, Jewish, cigar chomping genius and me, a nerdy 'tween who hadn't quite figured out that it was okay for girls to like math but who really liked history and architecture. We pored over a magazine article about the Golden Mean and I got so excited about it that he tore out the article for me and I saved it for years and read it over and over again. It served me in art classes, in history classes. It still makes me giddy even now.

So yeah, this LOL makes me LOL in the best way possible.
scarlettina: (LOL!)
Regular readers know I was delighted by Isaiah Mustafa's Old Spice ad. At this point parodies of this ad have proliferated across the Web pretty liberally. But this one I had to share, especially for any of my friends who regularly answer the call of Cthulu:

With thanks to [ profile] e_bourne for the tip.
scarlettina: (Dreamy)
This one tickles me no end.

If you're going to Gen Con and you want to go to the Gen Con EN World RPG Awards (the ENnies) and attend the VIP cocktail reception, you can bid for Dream Dates with industry luminaries attending the event.

In an act of what might be interpreted as pimpage (or tauntage) but is merely my bid to generously and selflessly support the arts, I encourage my Gen Con-attending friends to bid on the following Dream Dates because, I can attest, they're just dreamy!

Wolfgang Baur (who is described as "New: A brand-new, unused, unopened, undamaged item.") (Plus, you get a copy of The KOBOLD Guide to Game Design, Vol III: Tools & Techniques, edited by, well, me)

Stan! (also promised to be "New: A brand-new, unused, unopened, undamaged item.") (He promises his date a small collection of Super Genius Games products. Apparently he also promises to tell you about the "Mask of Valor," me...)

Matt Forbeck (who, too, is guaranteed to be "New: A brand-new, unused, unopened, undamaged item.") (He offers an autographed copy of the "Mutant Chronicles" novelization. Books--never a bad thing.)
scarlettina: (Science Geek)
Bless me, LJ, for I have neglected thee. It's been three or maybe four days since last I posted. I am refining typing with one hand and a thumb to, if not a fine art, then at least to a fairly utilitarian skill. Beats the hell out of typing one-handed.

What have I been doing with my time? Well, let's see.

Science!: On Wednesday evening I had an entertaining and tasty dinner with [ profile] irrationalrobot, [ profile] wordknitter, miniBot, and Gnat. Afterwards, [ profile] irrationalrobot, [ profile] oldmangrumpus and I headed to the Theodor Jacobsen Observatory at the University of Washington to peer through its 118-year-old steampunk dream of a telescope and listen to a lecture about the Apollo space program. Sadly I have no photographs of the telescope (darn! Guess I'll just have to go back!). The thing is beautiful--large and slim and tapered, perfectly counterbalanced--with its clockwork counterweight system for tracking stars. I got to wind up the mechanism, which runs for 90 minutes at a time, and to view Saturn through its restored objective. What a wonderful experience! I'll have to plan a field trip back with folks when I'm at full operating capacity again to share.

Movie: [ profile] jackwilliambell not only cooked me a wonderful steak dinner on Friday evening (with a mushroom, shallot, and pepper marinade to die for), but took me and his grandson R to see "How to Train Your Dragon" yesterday morning. The film was completely charming, extremely well-written, and featured some of the best character animation I've seen in a while. The story is your basic hero's journey, but it's done with both humor and compassion for its characters, and I was far more impressed with it than I expected to be. Lots of fun and really pretty fine storytelling.

Afterwards, we trolled through Daiso, where I purchased a little disply case that, upon returning home, I discovered to my dismay had a giant crack in it. We also made a stop at Costco, where I picked enough cat food, calcium, and light bulbs to last until Apocalypse.

In news of living single-handedly, I report that some paper plates can resist the onslaught of almost any food placed upon them. Plastic flatware isn't always as strong as one would hope. There are some things for which only ceramic dishware will do. Laundry is relatively easy to do one-handed; clipping cat claws is really, really not. Surprisingly, squeezing toothpaste from a tube is a pain in the butt with only one hand; tooth brushing is easy. And Spanky? Still too heavy to lift with one arm.

And now it's Sunday. I plan to do more freelance, shower, catch up on "Chuck" and "Doctor Who" and try to relax a bit.

In other news, [ profile] irrationalrobot dreams of me in a funny and sadly accurate way. You'll be amused, really.
scarlettina: (Have A Cookie)
Snurched from [ profile] mysticalforest: Recipes are key on Thanksgiving, and regionality makes all the difference. The NY Times provides a really nifty tool showing what recipes are most commonly searched for in each state via a clever interactive map. What do people in your state typically search for most? Check it out.

Thanksgiving is a day when we express our gratitude for all the goodness in our lives. My brother, my friends, my kitties are my goodness. And as an expression of my gratitude, I share with you one of my top ten favorite sequences from Friends, perhaps the only time you'll ever see Courtney Cox with a turkey on her head.

Garrison Keillor observes that on Thanksgiving we gather among our kin who know us a little too well, and put civility to a true test. He also gives Sarah Palin props for encouraging the conservative right to join the book-buying public. Well, I'll give her that anyway, but no more--and neither will he.

And lest we forget, you can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant (excepting Alice).

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. So many of us are having a tough time right now, but having each other makes it all a little easier and for that--having each other--I'm truly thankful.
scarlettina: (LOL!)
Totally stolen from [ profile] lisamantchev for which I will be eternally grateful. You will, I promise, laugh out loud, especially if you know your adventure, historical, and fantasy films.

scarlettina: (LOL!)
My brother made the following post on Facebook:

Steven Morris Silverstein Is looking forward to CSI:NY tonight for the first of the 2-part 1964 NY World's Fair episodes and some great footage from Flushing Meadows Parka [sic].

To which I responded:

Is this some new fashion accessory of which I'm unaware? The Flushing Meadows Parka, highly recommended for winter in the borough of Queens?

I crack myself up....
scarlettina: (Have A Cookie)
Clients from Hell: Designers share comments received from clients. Having spent lots of time with graphic designers trying not to sound like this, I cringed as I read and promised myself to continue to be vigilant and not say things like, "The unicorn doesn't look realistic."

Help! I'm bored!: You know, if you're feeling bored (snurched from [ profile] gnomi--and if you don't know who Alessandro Moreschi is, scroll right to the bottom of the page and find out--especially those of you who are musically inclined).

Proof once again that the folks at NORAD have too much time on their hands: They're at it again, preparing to track a world-marauding, mass-driving shapeshifter and his trained herd of magical rangifer tarandi across the globe.

Seattle's forecast for the next five days is remarkably, depressingly consistent.

Seattle's mayor-elect doesn't have a transition team, he has a "team of ambassadors." I voted for the guy mainly because the other guy couldn't really speak knowledgeably on almost any of the issues that really press the city right now. But McGinn made me nervous with his "Buses and bicycles will save the city" rhetoric at a time when one of our main thoroughfares could collapse in the next big earthquake and when buses and bicycles really didn't help during last year's Snowpocalypse. I'm willing to wait and see what McGinn can achieve, but I admit to a healthy skepticism, too.

It must be October

Tue, Oct. 6th, 2009 08:01 am
scarlettina: (I'm going to haunt)
The zombies are coming. Watch out! (With thanks to [ profile] hank.)
scarlettina: (Default)
Editor kitteh  is not pleezed with ur revisions

moar funny pictures

And no, the irony of the misspelled LOLspeak is not lost upon me. :-)
scarlettina: (Cat fish)
Big She was a human used to living with cats.

Little She was a kitten, young, impetuous, fearless, and beautiful.

They learned to live together, Little biting Big She's toes, Little walking across Big She's coffee table, Big cuddling whenever Little She wanted to.

Then came...Paper Bag.

Innocuous, plain, nothing more than a receptacle for recyclables.

Yet Little found Bag irresistible. Little jumped in and out of Bag, played with Bag's handles, crushed Bag down and squirreled around inside, and Bag accepted her with grace and patience, crinkling in acquiescence to the kitten onslaught.

Sometimes passion wanes. Sometimes, it is cruelly cut off by fate, by time, by the needs of recycling.

Even now, Little She yearns for Paper Bag. She contents herself with Plastic Bag, who also crinkles in pleasing ways.

But still, Little She looks for Paper Bag and hopes, one day, for recycling's return.

Sex with ducks

Sat, May. 30th, 2009 05:55 pm
scarlettina: (LOL!)
Care of [ profile] jackwilliambell, I bring you sex with ducks (which, according to Pat Roberson, is the natural progression from being Teh Gay). You will giggle. I promise.

scarlettina: (LOL!)
No pranks today. I promise. Yes, really.

Get Fuzzy meets the Ghost Hunters.

With credit where credit is due, to [ profile] singingnettle: A Facebook haggadah. Praise the Lord and pass the matzoh!

New mapping feature on Google.

More credit, to [ profile] dianora2: Obama Depressed, Distant Since 'Battlestar Galactica' Series Finale. Poor dear.

And now, on to the day.
scarlettina: (Candle)
Oh, internets, how I <3 thee! For only on the internets can the unfortunate demise of a freetail bat riding Discovery's external fuel tank as it blasted into the sky become the inspiration for . . . um . . . art.

To quote [ profile] james_nicoll, "Farewell, tiny space bat."

In tribute, [ profile] johnreiher composed the following:

Bat Flight
With apologies to John Magee...

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on leather-skinned wings;
Moonward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of moon-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the moonlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager wings through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my wing, and touched the face of God.


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