tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17134324774955092272009-06-05T21:21:21.253-05:00Three kids, one frazzled woman and a million things waiting to go horribly wrong (and sometimes very right)wlturlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11211957370413850905noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713432477495509227.post-50214116120632007032009-06-02T18:51:00.001-05:002009-06-02T18:56:09.792-05:00

Review of iSkoot's Notifier on the Samsung Eternity.*Note* I have no account on Falebook, so I did not make use of the Falebook portion of the application. I only briefly tried the RSS client, but was so irritated by it that I only used it twice. YMMV *From the clunky, klutzy interface to the lack of key features, this client is the worst mobile app I've ever used. Let's just get to the bullet

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Is Twitter living in denial of its own arterial plaque buildup or have the developers been sniffing the Ruby dust again?Recent changes on and reports about Twitter, along with the staff's dodgy answers to the outcry generated by these changes and reports, are pointing to Twitter's demise - a situation that is quickly becoming inevitable.First came the #fixreply debacle, when thousands of users

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[Updated March 6, 2009 7:40pm CST New information in brackets.]Omission is still a lie. This evening the ABC program "Nightline" lied their collective asses off. From what I understand, FOX News, that pantheon of truth, has also picked up the story. [FOX News eventually declined to run the story. The Nightline broadcast also coincides with the introduction of an obscure piece of legislation that

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A few weeks ago, I got a wild hair to transform my front porch. Objects were cleared, shutters rehung, rails stained, new furniture bought and assembled. Two hundred and fifty six square feet of previously unused space was now reclaimed for both work and recreation, just in time for Louisiana's two days of spring.While my husband and I spent more than a few days on the comfort of our new porch, I

wlturlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11211957370413850905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713432477495509227.post-61187625062626375062009-03-01T15:58:00.003-06:002009-03-02T01:58:05.910-06:00

This just in from BreakingNewsOn: The US will pledge $900 million of aid to the Palestinian Authority, with a third of the money earmarked for Gaza - US State Department.Um, just a second there. Last I understood it, the United States's bank account was overdrawn. I'm not sure about you, but when my account approaches zero balance, I stop writing checks! A quick summary of where the US stands

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The following is a short story I wrote for an English assignment on metafiction. It borrows the style of a piece we read in class, though I'll be damned if I can remember the name of that story now.Lookin' Up “I don't know why you even ask me about momma now. Been dead six years. Ain't no use in digging up bones.” Emily sighed and dropped the dishcloth she'd been washing with. “Even if I did

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I had put this post on hold, being unsure that anyone would be interested in anything I had to say, but after the response to the last post, I'm dragging it out and posting it. A good bit of what I have to say has already been said by a number of people in a number of other places, but that's my fault for sitting on the post rather than writing and publishing as soon as the address was made.

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The following passages are re-worked excerpts from personal journal entries. After what I've seen and heard over the last few days, I felt they were warranted.[Edited for clarification 3:00pm CST, February 26, 2009]This first entry was written following a breakdown or "freak out", as I like to call it, concerning everything I had witnessed during and after Hurricane Katrina. Being a resident of

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I'm contemplating several in-depth posts on several issues I've been thinking about lately. Really deep stuff, but I'm thinking that until I can port over to a new blog platform fairly easily it's not really worth writing them. Wordpress might be the way to go (and probably is).

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I have to say, if you don't get it, you and all the IE6 users, get off my planet. Now. TYVM. Click to make bigger.PS. Smell the irony.

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So the Texans in #phpc were picking on me for living in Louisiana, and we all started picking on Houston. That lead to the discussion of why San Antonio's too lame to even pick on. Someone wanted a postcard as a souvenir. Here is the result. Clicky to make bigger.

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At least the knitters will find it funny...Take George Carlin's "On Stuff" and replace stuff with yarn.Observe:"Actually this is just a place for my yarn, ya know? That's all, a little place for my yarn. That's all I want, that's all you need in life, is a little place for your yarn, ya know? I can see it on your table, everybody's got a little place for their yarn. This is my yarn, that's your

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... and the election is over (thank $deity!). Four years of Obama. Great. I always wanted to be forced to try socialism.

wlturlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11211957370413850905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713432477495509227.post-35462138201943037522008-11-02T21:38:00.004-06:002008-11-02T22:49:41.953-06:00

... I seem to be missing it at the moment. Here I sit with an entire sketchbook brimming with ideas carrying multiple visual interpretations and yet I seem to be missing "that spark", that thing that engulfs you and makes you want to work on the project, the thing that calls you back to the piece even when you must take care of other things. Don't get me wrong, I look through the sketchbook and

wlturlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11211957370413850905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713432477495509227.post-15028672569312509552008-11-01T17:37:00.002-05:002008-11-01T17:51:13.338-05:00

...on which the nation will head out to polling stations throughout the country and, according to the late George Carlin, masturbate once again. Personally, I was asking $deity for a third option and seriously considering a write-in for the ficus again. I've looked at our political climate and determined that the two prominent choices are between socialism and stupidity. I'm not a big fan of

wlturlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11211957370413850905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713432477495509227.post-61194459298960720672008-04-20T13:48:00.002-05:002008-04-20T13:50:45.432-05:00

Add this to the list of DH's "done while drunk" stories =P

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So here's my randomness for the day... One of the reasons I continue to watch Torchwood is interactions like this:BETH: Will it hurt?JACK: Yeah.BETH: Your bedside manner's rubbish.GWEN: You should see his manners in bed, they're atrocious. Apparently. So I've heard. (Tosh is staring at her.)IANTO: Oh, they are. I remember this // one...JACK: (*ahems* loudly)//And this:TOSH: Please Tell me you can

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I don't have any digital copies of my work to show at the moment, but one of my classmates called it "Witkin without the gross-out". What do you say to that? How do I respond to the idea that my work resembles the artistic vision of a man whose main influence comes from seeing a decapitated head when he was a child? Actually, I'm a little intrigued, but still gagging a little.More of Witkin's

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Why is it that people only get around to living when they find out they're dying? (Guilty, btw).Randy Pausch's Last Lecture

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It's time again for the annual Silent Poetry Reading, where bloggers around the world devote today's post to a poem of their choice. Since I chose a Louisiana poet last year, I'll keep with that this year. MORNING JOY Piano buttons, stitched on morning lights. Jazz wakes with the day, As I awaken with jazz, love lit the night. Eyes appear and disappear, To lead me once more, to

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FOs: not enough.WIPs: too many.Classes: passed.Degree: Still unfinished.Weeks remaining to graduation: 68Shows including my art: 1Commissioned art works: 3Commissions finished: 0Relatives that surfaced from the depths of two and a half decades of silence: 4Family Feuds: more than enough.New babies in the house: 1New houses: 1Friends that surfaced from the depths of a decade of silence: 3Sanity

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Seven Things About Me1. I have a lot of sock yarn, especially since discovering I can handpaint my own and sell it on Etsy.2. I talk too much when I get nervous, all the time thinking that I am making a complete ass of myself and yet still unable to stop the insane verbage falling from my mouth at a million miles per hour.3. I say "Seriously" way too much.4. I immediately think "where the hell

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This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's alright honey, Mommy's here."Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and

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