I think they're marketing the movie Coraline specifically to me. Personally. Like the only person they really want to show up is me.
First of all, 3D animation. LOVE it. Would come right after whiskers on kittens, if I was a singing nun enumerating my favorite things. Maybe it's the dazzling images. Or maybe it's just the socially acceptable excuse to wear nerd glasses.
Second, I'm watching IFC last night, and they have a promo about Coraline featuring a woman who hand knitted the stop-motion Coraline's sweaters. Hand knitted. On little tiny needles made out of straight pins. She wears real sweaters. With stars on them. Oh. My.
But really, they don't need to try so hard. Coraline is based on a book by Neil Gaiman. One of my favorite authors. His American Gods is my first or second favorite book in the world (He and Jane Austen have these really loud arguments in my head over who gets to be my favorite. But then they forgive each other and make out. Which is kind of weird). Plus, Coraline is this book that I was really glad wasn't written until I was an adult. Because if I had read it as a kid, I would never have slept again. Ever. I would have been that freaked out. But in a good way.
So, settle down, you crazy movie marketing people. Put down the net. I'm already in the boat.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Not for the squeamish
http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/02/03/kidney.vagina.surgery/index.html
Okay, just because there's a part of me that's 9-years old and can't help giggling about this stuff. I was raised in the age of children being "empowered" to use the "correct anatomical language". I knew all the good stuff by 4. But it still makes me laugh.
The headline kinda says it all: "Surgeons remove healthy kidney through donor's vagina." The kidney is terrific. The 'gina? Not so much.
I love the way the doctors didn't seem to think that describing a surgery involving a woman's reproductive system might need to be thought out just a little, just for maximum tactfullness. Therefore you get sentences like - "The woman was chosen to be the first donor to undergo the procedure because a previous hysterectomy enabled doctors to operate without a uterus obstructing their efforts." Don't know about you, but I've never really thought of my uterus as an "obstruction".
Of course the patient didn't seem to do much better - "If you asked our patient, she said it was like getting a tooth removed." Yeah. Like getting a tooth removed - through your vagina.
Oh, anyway, I think it's great. Anything that encourages organ donation. And if there's a woman who thinks having her kidney pulled out through her lady business is a less daunting prospect than traditional surgery, god bless her. She's a tougher broad than I.
Oh, and just one more time for fun - vagina.
Okay, just because there's a part of me that's 9-years old and can't help giggling about this stuff. I was raised in the age of children being "empowered" to use the "correct anatomical language". I knew all the good stuff by 4. But it still makes me laugh.
The headline kinda says it all: "Surgeons remove healthy kidney through donor's vagina." The kidney is terrific. The 'gina? Not so much.
I love the way the doctors didn't seem to think that describing a surgery involving a woman's reproductive system might need to be thought out just a little, just for maximum tactfullness. Therefore you get sentences like - "The woman was chosen to be the first donor to undergo the procedure because a previous hysterectomy enabled doctors to operate without a uterus obstructing their efforts." Don't know about you, but I've never really thought of my uterus as an "obstruction".
Of course the patient didn't seem to do much better - "If you asked our patient, she said it was like getting a tooth removed." Yeah. Like getting a tooth removed - through your vagina.
Oh, anyway, I think it's great. Anything that encourages organ donation. And if there's a woman who thinks having her kidney pulled out through her lady business is a less daunting prospect than traditional surgery, god bless her. She's a tougher broad than I.
Oh, and just one more time for fun - vagina.
wachoo
Last night there was a man behind me on the train who had a sneezing fit (attack, set?) that went on almost five minutes. Small sneezes, one after the other, anywhere from 5 to 30 seconds apart. It was funny the levels of empathy you go through as you listen.
Somebody's sneezing.
There he goes again. Poor guy.
Jeez, he's really having a sneezy day.
What the heck?
Is he doing that on purpose?
Oh, for chrissakes, blow your nose or something.
Now you're just being an asshole.
Is he still at it?
Oh, man. Poor guy.
Wow.
And the funny thing was, you could see everyone else in the car who could hear him going through the same reactions, at almost the same time. As we'd try not to look, but not act like we're looking.
Somebody's sneezing.
There he goes again. Poor guy.
Jeez, he's really having a sneezy day.
What the heck?
Is he doing that on purpose?
Oh, for chrissakes, blow your nose or something.
Now you're just being an asshole.
Is he still at it?
Oh, man. Poor guy.
Wow.
And the funny thing was, you could see everyone else in the car who could hear him going through the same reactions, at almost the same time. As we'd try not to look, but not act like we're looking.
Taxing my brain
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090203/ap_on_go_pr_wh/obama_killefer
This is just starting to bug the peewalkerdoo (pardon my language) out of me. What is this, the 3rd Obama nominee to be called out for tax problems? Crimeny. You're in public service and make enough money to hire household help. Get a freaking accountant. It's like movie stars who could afford to get a limo, but insist on driving around plastered. There are people who can do that for you.
It bugs me almost as much as those commercials for some tax lawyer where some gumby says "I owed $100,000 to the IRS, but I paid only cents on the dollar. Thanks, Dewey Cheatham!" grrrrrr. Because, in all those years that you were skating, I was paying cents on the dollar to Uncle Sam, too. 100 cents on the dollar.
I'd have liked to have been running around spending the government's money too. But you know what I like more? An adequately supplied military. Bridges that don't collapse. Levies that don't wash away. Kids getting a good education. You know. Luxuries.
This is just starting to bug the peewalkerdoo (pardon my language) out of me. What is this, the 3rd Obama nominee to be called out for tax problems? Crimeny. You're in public service and make enough money to hire household help. Get a freaking accountant. It's like movie stars who could afford to get a limo, but insist on driving around plastered. There are people who can do that for you.
It bugs me almost as much as those commercials for some tax lawyer where some gumby says "I owed $100,000 to the IRS, but I paid only cents on the dollar. Thanks, Dewey Cheatham!" grrrrrr. Because, in all those years that you were skating, I was paying cents on the dollar to Uncle Sam, too. 100 cents on the dollar.
I'd have liked to have been running around spending the government's money too. But you know what I like more? An adequately supplied military. Bridges that don't collapse. Levies that don't wash away. Kids getting a good education. You know. Luxuries.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Giving up
Well, last year, you may remember, I tried the giving something up for Lent practice, borrowed from my Catholic friends because I've yet to find any good agnostic rituals (an area where we agnostics really show a sad lack of initiative). The thing I chose to give up was coffee. Not all caffeine. I'm not suicidal. Just coffee. And I say "just" coffee. There wasn't any just about it. It was tough. But I found it a really valuable exercise in getting out of my normal routine, and examining how one particular vice affects my life.
This year, I wanted to do something big again. And I needed to decide fairly early so that I could properly prepare for Mardi Gras. What if I thought I was giving up booze, but then the next day I actually gave up chocolate. I'd spend all of Fat Tuesday consuming the wrong bad thing. What a waste. And as I thought about it, it became pretty clear, pretty fast what I should go for.
I'm giving up meat. For a girl who's very clear that she has canine teeth and stereoscopic vision for a reason, giving up my carnivorous ways, even for a short span will be a hard row to hoe. But if I'm in, I'm going whole hog. So to speak.
And let me be clear, I'm giving up meat, not going vegetarian. For some reason, in my mind there's a distinction there. I'm still who I am - a definite omnivore with heavy carnivorous leanings. I'm just changing the way I am who I am for a little while. I think. I'm still working that bit out.
And I'm still working out the logistics. Giving up coffee was pretty straigtforward in execution. Don't fill up my cup. Done. Giving up animal protein has some more far reaching implications, healthwise. I need to make sure my body is getting what it needs, in a different form. And I'm definitely not going to try to attempt a vegan diet. Again, not suicidal. But I need to figure out getting complete proteins and all that stuff. And what things I need to avoid eating because they have hidden chicken broth or bacon bits (Texans think beans flavored with ham is a vegetarian dish). Ow. This is already making my head hurt.
But I have two friends who've decided to try this with me out of solidarity. And another friend who I eat with pretty often who's committed to being sensitive about where and what we eat. Plus, I've got a good vegetarian resource that I can bug about my diet. So, I'm pretty optimistic that I have the support system I'll need.
Now I just need to start planning on Mardi Gras. Now where did I put that woven bacon thingy recipe?
This year, I wanted to do something big again. And I needed to decide fairly early so that I could properly prepare for Mardi Gras. What if I thought I was giving up booze, but then the next day I actually gave up chocolate. I'd spend all of Fat Tuesday consuming the wrong bad thing. What a waste. And as I thought about it, it became pretty clear, pretty fast what I should go for.
I'm giving up meat. For a girl who's very clear that she has canine teeth and stereoscopic vision for a reason, giving up my carnivorous ways, even for a short span will be a hard row to hoe. But if I'm in, I'm going whole hog. So to speak.
And let me be clear, I'm giving up meat, not going vegetarian. For some reason, in my mind there's a distinction there. I'm still who I am - a definite omnivore with heavy carnivorous leanings. I'm just changing the way I am who I am for a little while. I think. I'm still working that bit out.
And I'm still working out the logistics. Giving up coffee was pretty straigtforward in execution. Don't fill up my cup. Done. Giving up animal protein has some more far reaching implications, healthwise. I need to make sure my body is getting what it needs, in a different form. And I'm definitely not going to try to attempt a vegan diet. Again, not suicidal. But I need to figure out getting complete proteins and all that stuff. And what things I need to avoid eating because they have hidden chicken broth or bacon bits (Texans think beans flavored with ham is a vegetarian dish). Ow. This is already making my head hurt.
But I have two friends who've decided to try this with me out of solidarity. And another friend who I eat with pretty often who's committed to being sensitive about where and what we eat. Plus, I've got a good vegetarian resource that I can bug about my diet. So, I'm pretty optimistic that I have the support system I'll need.
Now I just need to start planning on Mardi Gras. Now where did I put that woven bacon thingy recipe?
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