Well, so far I can only find two New Weblog Showcase blog entries (that are not mine) to link to...
The first is actually more interesting than the blub made it sound: Occasional Subversion on biotechnology or crop mutation or something. This is my favorite passage:
"Humans have modified crops for centuries through selective breeding; indeed, it would be difficult to name any crop which is "pure" -- just defining purity would be a challenge. The people who argue against genetic modification are often arguing from a point of view which equates something they call "nature" with purity, but such a view of nature has less to do with science than religion."
The next showcase entry I am voting for, Triteness Studies, I enjoyed because I had previously read that news article on the "privilege walk" and had been pretty annoyed that anyone was forced to take that class. The money quote from this essay is "History is much a tale of one people oppressing another. " So true and yet so cynical. Must be why I liked it. (Plus, my grandparents grew up German--in America--during World War I, so my "people" suffered oppression, too.)
Anyway, maybe I'll re-read some of the other entries tomorrow in hopes of finding a third candidate for linkage .
And remember, a link to my entry is a vote for me, a link to my blog is an indication of your taste and refinement....... :)
(Author's note: please pardon the ponderous prose and dangling participles--I am practicing my sleep-typing again!)
I am so tired again today I wanted to go straight to bed when I got home, but I remembered my committment to blog and therefore will relate that no blood was spilled at work today! Hurray! Also, after three hours of fruitless phone calls I finally located an exorcist--I mean, a plumber--to fix the possessed men's room toilet that had been in continuous flush mode for about 20 hours. His name was Ben, he was kind of cute, and it only took him about 5 minutes to mutter the proper incantations.....
It's not actually reading Harry Potter that has me using all these occult metaphors...
You see, I took my digital camera to work yesterday, and took a few pictures. The ones from the projection booth are very interesting! I wish I knew how to do thumbnails (Pixy! any tips?) but since I don't, here are two pictures I took a few minutes apart :
That stringy bright stuff was not there when I took the picture!
Logically I figure that the flash was bouncing off of something (since I was at a slightly different angle than for the prior shot) but if you look carefully you can almost see a face.....
One last entry before I head off to class and thence to work....
I apologize for the excessive pinging I have been doing lately. It seems when I revise an entry, such as correcting spelling or grammar errors I missed on my first three edits (that preview font is just so darned small!) and then publish, it re-pings everyone.
My bad.
I will try to remember to erase the "URLs to ping" box on future editing.
No promises, tho'.
I hope CSI doesn't decide to stop by the theater and do luminol tests in the east men's restroom (as opposed to the west men's restroom, where the haunted toilet resides). We cleaned up all the blood splatters, but I've heard that stuff can still detect hemoglobin years later.
One of my concession clerks was sitting under the counter reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix between shows when a customer came up for a free refill. Being one of my most conscientious employees, he leaped up to assist her---and whacked his head on a sharp corner. I've always heard that scalp wounds bleed profusely, and I can now testify to that. I can't help but wonder if we can get a lawsuit going against J.K. Rowling ... I hear she has squillions...
Anyway, Tiger was whining, er, complaining, um, mentioned in my comments that I didn't blog much on my two-month anniversary. Tiger, dearest Tiger, I would much rather have been blogging yesterday than wrapping ice chips in a paper towel for my clumsy clerk's boo boo and checking that his eyes were dilating properly with the handy dandy flashlight every theater keeps at the ready for seeking out disruptive patrons and lost car keys. I certainly would rather have been blogging than listening to the haunted toilet (I really think Moaning Myrtle inhabits that restroom) running all night since it waited until after 4 o'clock to go haywire and I cannot call a plumber until I go in today. I definitely would rather have been blogging than spending the afternoon trying to find out why our supply order wasn't delivered, and eventually learning that due to a "keying mistake" we wouldn't be getting it at all this week.
And, for some reason, I was so tired when I got home last night I dropped straight into bed without even checking my email.
Since I get off work at 6 tonight instead of 11, I will attempt to satisfy your flattering jones for my wit and wisdom with more pearls then.
Tiger says:
I will stop as soon as someone devises an inpatient program where they keep you doped up for years until you have absolutely no more craving for nicotine. I am eager to trade my nicotine addition for an addiction to a better drug.(Amen!)
Frank offers a handy reference list for future Presidents on what Executive orders can and cannot do.... (and denies he is Gephardt's speechwriter).
Pixy Misa wonders what's all the fuss about Harry Potter ... (I am on page 440! halfway there!)
Loyal Reader Pete points out in my comments that we have never seen Frank and Bill Whittle at the same time.....
Pietro has the last word about Saddam's WMDs. (Mmmm...grammar check: Since WMD is shorthand for Weapons of Mass Destruction, why do we always see it pluralized? Shouldn't the newmedia treat it as we do other words that are both singular and plural, such as elk, sheep, etc., and say "a herd of WMD was spotted" or "hoards of WMD roamed the desert unchecked"? Just a thought.....)