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Dec. 3rd, 2011 08:55 am
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I keep seeing stuff about this -- someone got an extra invite code they don't mind me having?

I was thinking I already had an account, and couldn't find it -- then I noticed you can use "open ID" -- it let me in and set up an account, and somehow other people had already added me, and I'm not sure what I did, but looks like I'm in there.  

ZiaNuray, of course.
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I remembered this about the factory job and thought I'd share -- it just points out how some people will "cut off their nose to spite their face."

Maybe two or three years before the place closed down, we were "restructuring" and "crosstraining" to keep as many people actively employed as possible -- and I thank them for that.

I was asked to teach an older woman to run a certain high-tech machine.  We did OK the first two days and she was picking it up very well for someone without much computer experience.  Then she heard one of my friends mention to me that the Buddhist monks would be at her house that weekend and I was invited, which of course I accepted!

So trainee gets into no-no land.  She asks me if I'm Buddhist.  I'm not, so I say no.  She asks if my friend is Buddhist.  I say I don't know, that's not part of my job to know that.  She starts pressing me -- where do I go to church, am I Methodist, CoG, AoG, Baptist....
I repeat that's not something I like to talk about at work as it's not part of the job.  And that is true.

She grinds and moans and grumps for the next workday not paying attention at all to the training and ruining a part.  I finally tell her "OK, you want to know?  I'm a Witch, old-style.  Not Wiccan.  Witch.  Now can we get back to the task at hand?"  Next day she comes in early and goes to the supervisor, refuses to work in the same area with me anymore.  Supervisor points out we're trying to save her job, if she refuses training, we can't keep her past a certain point as her particulat job skills will be obsolete.

She's OK with that, she just can NOT be expected to work with me.

SOMEone leaves religious tracts -- specifically directed against Witchcraft -- on the machine just before my shift for the next couple of days.  The supervisor sees them and nearly goes ballistic as that's harassment.  No evidence of WHO left them, no one will admit to seeing her come in the area.  HR calls me in to discuss it, apologising that they can't really DO anything.  "That's fine, I was just going to trash them anyway, I know there's no way prove who left them.  And she's entitled to her opinion, as long as it doesn't interfere with the job."

Few weeks later, her area is closed.  The people who took training opportunities move to different parts of the plant.  She's "downsized."  Thing is, if she'd stuck it out, she'd have had a fairly easy job and would not have been on my shift so wouldn't have had to deal with me past that week.

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Light requested.
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I mentioned a reading I got from someone who basically used the cards as a way for the client to focus -- the "if I didn't answer your questions by the end, let me know" and he hit all three points?

One of the questions was "WHY is it so hard for me to lose weight?"  Not just psychologically, but physically.

And this tied in with something that happened later on:

In the reading, he saw that I had been the wife of a Rabbi in Germany before and during WWII.  We had still been early middle-age when it started, and when we were sent to the camps, one of the higher-ranking guards found me attractive for some reason.  Granted, I wasn't bad looking, but in this circumstance?  I was determined to fight him all the way, for my honor and my husband's.  

I was denied food, even the slop the rest of the prisoners got, until I would give in.  A couple of other guards basically took their lives in their hands for pity and gave me scraps when they could, and once a warm cap.  These men I have met again, in this life, and we recognized each other.

So basically, I stubbornly starved myself to death.

And that seems to be why my body holds on so well to the fat -- my unconscious mind remembers that!  Now, according to the literature on the subject, since I realize this and know it's not likely to happen again, the weight should start just melting off, right?  Right???  HURRY UP!!!!!!
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One theory I've heard says that "you get what you believe in / expect" -- that if you believe in reincarnation, you'll come back, if you believe in Heaven or Hell, you'll go to whichever one your conscience decides you deserve.

So...what would happen to agnostic, one who freely admits they don't know what to expect or whether they believe in a deity?  

(In the particular case I'm thinking of, Disneyland would be an appropriate destination -- or a series of SF Cons!)
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[Error: unknown template qotd]Organ donation for anything usable, compost the rest.  If donation is not an option for whatever reason, research.
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is something any Transgender person hears a lot -- "You were born (fe)male and that's what G-d intended!"  

Yes, and that child was born with a cleft palate, so let her starve, 'cause "G-d made her that way."

And that child had heart surgery BEFORE birth or he would have been born dead -- so why are you interfering with "G-d's Will"?  

And the man who is scarred form a fire -- don't do skin grafts to make him more comfortable both physically and with his appearance, because that scarring is "G-d's Will" and cosmetic surgery is just "vanity."

Same for the woman who loses a breast to cancer or is in car accident where half her face gets pulverized.

In fact, don't own/drive/ride in a car or any other form of transportation like a wagon, 'cause G-d made feet. 

And don't send food to countries in famine, 'cause it's "G-d's Will" that they're hungry.

Oh, and guess what?  We're all born naked.  So why are you wearing clothes if how one appears at birth should be the standard for one's entire life?

Languages

Sep. 24th, 2011 09:32 am
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The other day someone asserted that languages such as Quenya and Klingon "aren't real languages because they're made up."

I countered with "But all languages are made up -- either by the people who grow up speaking them such as German, English, and Mandarin or by those who think them up, like Esperanto, COBOL, or Klingon."  


Discuss.
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a friend of mine was trying to talk me into using a matchmaking company in Springfield that she was using.  They had the paperwork, the not-very-scientific personality/psych profile tests, the videos that people would make telling about themselves and what they wanted in a mate / relationship.

Every male in that book in my age range -- and remember, this was 15-20 years ago --  was at least 40 pounds of flab overweight, balding, some obviously hadn't shaved before going in for the taping, they were nearly all either blue-collar with very little formal education beyond what the state mandated OR they claimed to be a pastor or other white-collar prfessional BUT wouldn't show proof.  Nearly every male on the service claimed to be a "born-again Christian"; those with a drinker's nose or tobacco-stained teeth were especially vocal about it.  And every one of these slobs wanted a woman 5'5" to 5'6", 110 pounds or less, who neither smoked nor drank (guess they didn't want competition for the resources?), a good submissive person with no children who would nevertheless be happy to raise his 5 children so he could get them away from his harpy ex-wife, work to support the whole family, and have a couple more kids for him -- several even used the "Proverbs 31 woman" line/descriptor.

Gods, talk about stereotypical rednecks.  

I did let my friend introduce me to one of the guys she met on the service -- he liked racing and I like fast cars, she she figured we'd get along.

I stayed at the table on that meeting for 15 minutes.  14.75 minutes longer than I needed to know it wouldn't work.  

Direct quote from me the next day at work:  "Hon, next time you want to do me a favor?  Don't do me any favors."
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on the police procedural TV shows and such:

Rather than having the "boss" tell the crew each time "run the prints, check for yadda, go there" I want to see them "What?  You know what's needed, WHY don't I have those results in my hand yet?  Don't wait for me to tell you to follow SOP!"
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[livejournal.com profile] ysabetwordsmith 's next poetry fishbowl!  

http://ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com/1866380.html



For those of you who have heard me rave about The Monster House and the Periodic Table of Elementals, this is who does them.  
Alex, if you're reading this, this is the lady who did the poem I brought to you at OKRF.


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What's with telling someone you don't like, disagree with, or are angry at "Fuck you!"?  I mean, I'm not gonna fuck someone if I don't like them.  I'm gonna NOT fuck them.  Fucking is fun, and I don't want them to have that much fun, especially not with me!  So why am I gonna tell someone I'm aggavated at to have fun?


Same with "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke".  If they don't have a sense of humor, why would I waste time with them?



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From the outside -- as an observer, a neighbor, a friend -- why should someone choosing to have GRS be a bigger deal than someone having a facelift or rhinoplasty or "boob job"?  "My body/face don't match what I feel like, so I'm getting that corrected."  I do understand (believe me!) that to a spouse or other life partner GRS is a huge deal, or to a parent or an adult child (though I understand that less), but as the next-door neighbor or a co-worker or someone passing by on the street, why should I feel threatened, get all judgemental, etc.?  As someone whom a particular situation does not affect, how do I even have a right to make my opinion known if I dissent, much less thrash a stranger in a restaurant?  

Granted, my early training was in a particular Christian sect which was fairly judgemental, but even at that I tended to keep my yap shut and be polite to people and just pray for them afterward.  
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So I'm a member of a web-based group that will help each other out in case of disasters (like tornados, earthquakes, etc); part of it includes being able to read and understand the rules for how the group works.   It is not a "chat group" or a blog; there are few actual rules but several guidelines; there is a website and a google map.  I'm not especially computer savvy, but the rules and guidelines are clear enough for me to understand with one or two readings.


So there's a post from a new member


"I'm new and need some directions on to do everything, thanks"


*headdesk*


I mean, the directions are RIGHT THERE....


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Yeah, it's early.  Posting this gives me a chance to get other people to put theirs up so I can get started!


Instructions:


Step One
- Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Whatever -- Birthday, Halloween, Yule, Arbor Day -- is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.


- If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.  


- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, so that the holiday joy will spread.


Step Two
- Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:


- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use—or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free—do it.


You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf—to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not — it's your call.



I'd like to add:  if you're reading this, and decide to play, please comment below so there's a better chance I (and maybe a few others) will see your wishes!


There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.


Email address as specified above:  FifthHouse at gmail dot com












1)  A picture of me that I like -- this will require someone with a lot of patience, 
a sense of humor, and a decent camera, because there have been exactly two pictures 
of me in 45+ years that I can look at without feeling ill.


*Still don't have that one.



2)  Ideas for flavor combos for some chocolate melts I'm turning into candies to the office at Halloween -- the melts I'm using are (mostly) Wilton brand and come in dark cocoa, light cocoa, peanut butter and vanilla -- most in vanilla, so whatever flavor is added would have to work with that.




3)  amazon wishlist.  
or, heck, pack up a bunch of books you don't want and send 'em on!


4) Funky "icky" Halloween-type labels for bottles and boxes and such -- free downloads are great! -- or labels you've designed, if you don't mind me using them.  Things like "Zombie Juice" and "Bat's Whiskers".




5) Notebooks, blank books, mini-Moleskines


6)  Beads and / or bead supplies -- old necklaces / earrings etc from thrift shops that I can take apart and use for parts are the BOMB!
(This includes one cool bead leftover from a package of 5, a busted earring, whatever you don't feel like using but don't want to throw out.  Beadwise, that is -- no livestock like children or spouses!)


7)  I'm so thankful for my job at Wyndham -- but if you know anyone with a salon or spa, DC office, etc. in the Springfield, MO area who would let me do one day a week to keep my hands in at massage, I'd appreciate you telling me about them and/or them about me!
 
8)  So many of my friends are having health/job problems -- please remember them in your devotions if you are so inclined.


Hmm, that brings it to 8.  Do I HAVE to have 10?  


Most of what I want this year is stuff that only I can do for myself -- like motivation to get UP and get moving and exercise, get UP and do the housework that I know needs doing, stuff like that.  *sigh*


I guess the one wish I have that others can take care of is this:



Y'all be kind, courteous, and considerate of each other, hear?
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 My dear friend's spouse has just been admitted to the hospital with MRSA. Prayers, candles, good thoughts all requested and appreciated.

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