Thursday, July 28, 2005

This one was not Abby's fault

This won't come as a surprise to anyone.
the Ham
(47% dark, 56% spontaneous, 27% vulgar)
your humor style:

Your style's mostly goofy, innocent and feel-good. Perfect for parties and for the dads who chaperone them. You can actually get away with corny jokes, and I bet your sense of humor is a guilty pleasure for your friends. People of your type are often the most approachable and popular people in their circle. Your simple & silly good-naturedness is immediately recognizable, and it sets you apart in this sarcastic world.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Will Ferrell - Will Smith

How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 83% on dark
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You scored higher than 66% on spontaneous
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You scored higher than 33% on vulgar

Monday, July 25, 2005

Limerick love online

Many thanks and deep admiration to the mighty kenko for producing this gem about my wifi/irc woes during a limerick marathon we had:

There once was a girl very dear
who never stayed long around here
without saying goodbye
she'd just up and fly
"connection was reset by peer"

Thursday, July 21, 2005

"Smiling as the shit comes down": a cross post of sorts

"Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again"
-'Four Seasons In One Day', Crowded House

I know how uncool it is to be sincerely optimistic in the popular current climate of cynicism and irony. I appreciate black humor, don't get me wrong, but the emphasis is on the humor. Tragedy and comedy have been steady beaus for a good long time.

So yeah, things around Chez Friz have been a little rougher around the edges than I'd've preferred. But what can you do? C'est la vie. C'est la guerre. C'est les vampiric, flesh eating, zombie bunnies. These things happen. All the positive thoughts and messages that have been sent my way are deeply appreciated. Having people in your corner always helps take the sting out of occasion bitchslap life randomly tosses out. As for Mark, a good friend in Portland, his chances for survival increase daily and he's making steady progress in coming out of the coma. However, his brainstem took a beating and recovery will be a long road for him. Good thoughts his way are also much appreciated.

Which brings us back to being a PollyAnna. I'm convinced it's the 'stoopit happy' gene I inherited from my dad. I know that it drives people nuts and that more than one feel that it's indicative of a lack of intelligence or is the result of an easy and untested tenure on the planet. So be it. Life isn't a pissing contest and, as I've said before, I've nothing to prove to anyone. Mistakes will be made, judgements will be passed, success and failure is far more arbitrary than anyone cares to admit and in light of that I'd prefer the path of happiness, given the option.

Lester Burnham said it best in 'American Beauty':
"I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday."

Something in the air?

In the course of probably the longest and most bizarre group free association exercises on irc, agropyron brought us a link that elevated the evening to the truly surreal. This is quite possibly the funniest thing I've read in MetaTalk in ages. fleacircus, especially, deserves a medal.

Citizen Premiere: hang in there, kiddo, MeFites traditionally react histrionically, it's how we collectively show our deep and abiding love. But for the love of God, do please change that display name, eh?

Monday, July 18, 2005

Not quite a "One Man Army"

Take these plastic people
Read their lips, now let it linger
Is there anything that makes them sound sincere?
C'mon tightly hold your hand
Take a deep breath, give them the finger
Are you worried
That your thoughts are not quite clear?

I believe in something
I don't want to remember falling
For your lies

Unbutton your clothes
Undress your soul, show them your vigor
Are those inhibitions easiest to fear?
C'mon take this gasoline tin
Head up high , walk like a winner
Let the bare feet be the last sounds that they hear

-Our Lady Peace

I do hope you enjoyed that, my amazing group of sycophantic, circle-jerking atavists. May the world continue to be the grand litterbox that you so masterfully create on a daily basis.


Thursday, July 07, 2005

London/UK friends and loved ones

I know things are crazy over there right now, but a quick check in when you can would be most appreciated. Know that you're in so many of our thoughts and prayers.


Monday, July 04, 2005


Just WOW!! This is my idea of 4th of July fireworks.

Yes, I watched it via webcast while posting giddily with a bunch of other like minded spaceflight junkies...and, yes, I got all goosebumpy and then cried while the team at mission control hugged and clapped and wiped their eyes. It's moments like that when it feels pretty amazing to be part of the human race, ya know? Thanks so much, ladies and gentlemen of JPL, NASA, et al: excellent work, indeed!

Friday, July 01, 2005

It's a Shel Silverstein kind of time

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me -
Anything can happen, child
ANYTHING can be.

Today, Kell Robert, came into the world. A child of two people whom I love and cherish to such a degree that descriptions pale. Though not linked to these two individuals by blood, there is a history with a certain intensity and implicit consistency combined with a mutual admiration and respect that we refer to another in familial terms: sister, brother-in-law, sister-in-law. Not always. I think Jen and I have gotten tired over the years of explaining. Especially as we, along with her half brother (a now overgrown imp I call my brother), who was the catalyst for our meeting over 20 years ago - me being his babysitter and she down for the afternoon to visit her mom - have all been raised as only children, in different social circles, with different parental sets. Wrap your brain around that one. And yet the bond prevails.

We communicate in fits and spurts. But after months, even years, pick back up as though we were finishing a conversation from lunch. She's brilliant and beautiful and utterly amazing. I am continually awed and inspired by her. We lead extremely dissimilar lives and enjoy the vicarious experience of them even as we wave in relief from our own comfortable positions. I often think that we are unique mirrors to each other, each encouraging the other by admiring and facilitating the qualities that we individually do not possess. And tag teaming a social or familial situation can seem nearly conspiratorial in the right instances, but more often than not, it's just that we know how the other thinks.

We are kindred.

Glen, I met almost 15 years ago when Jen was at university. If Jen is an arabesque, Glen is a puppie-pile incarnate. Equally talented and creative, in his own right, Glen has great vision and loves to orchestrate great things. And then have fun with everyone else while they experience those great things or do other great things with the initial ideas. "Great things" can take on a wide variety of definitions depending on the situation, but you can count on Glen for unbridled and genuine enthusiasm. So long as it doesn't involve possible communicable illnesses and keyboards or phones.

The completely disarming and endearing thing is that he's entirely open about it and will heap on the sympathy on anyone else given the opportunity: he loves to share the wealth. I like to rib Glen a bit, but the fact is that he's true blue. He is the soul of generosity and sincerity. We worked together for a few years and I'd like to think that we were a good team. He taught me not be so hard on myself and I taught him that being tired might be less due to the onset of leukemia than from staying up until 2:30 am playing Battlefield 1942. Three nights in a row. The added beauty comes when he grins sheepishly and says, "I know" but continues describing a battle scene.

We are simpatico.

So these two people got together and stayed together and started making some beautiful kidlets. In a world that doesn't fail to appall me on a daily basis, the cynic in me cringes a bit. But in a world that has also never failed to inspire, engross and captivate me on that same daily basis, something inside of me melts with a sigh and sings a soothing, joyous song.

Something very good happened today. It came in the form of a 21 inch, 9 pound - 7 ounce baby boy named Kell. Welcome to this crazy time and place we call 'Life on Earth', little guy.

I cannot wait to meet you.