A Guide to Internet-Stalking.

A Guide to Internet-Stalking

So this is all in one place: feel free to add me/follow/whatever.

http://wwww.janetbond007.liveournal.com

http://www.last.fm/user/janetbond

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&id=583203201

http://www.myspace.com/aimlessconversations

http://www.twitter.com/whatsamberdoing

http://www.livefreeyounghearts.blogspot.com

http://penname365.blogspot.com/

http://www.formspring.me/whatsamberdoing

http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/788600

I'm also on aim under penname007

The Fourth Kind.

The Fourth Kind was fascinating. From a linguist's point of view, from a psychologist's point of view and from the point of view of someone who is interested in events classified as 'paranormal.'
I like when movies take the approach of not really showing the 'monster' and just implying that whatever it is is absolutely terrifying. That way, each individual audience goer can come up with the image that is most horrific to them, making the experience scary to each person. While I may imagine a more human type form to be most frightening, a companion might picture, say, the Cloverfield monster in that place.
I enjoy movies like this, though. Movies that are actually 'based on true events,' especially when the film is supposed to be somewhat scary. It takes the film out of that "this is just a movie" zone and into this "shit, this happened" zone, solidifying the expected feeling of terror, in a way.
This is the kind of movie that leaves me wanting to do research.

We know better than to conflate an author with his prose, but words don't taste what their author has never felt.

It was not wise to have consumed so much. It warms the senses, thickens the mind, plays tricks on perception until the wildest impulse becomes the most logical course of action.


But I wouldn't dare to dream while awake.


hmmm.

Found on ontd.livejournal.com after a slew of "omg she's anorexic" and "omg she's so fat" posts.
It must suck to be famous.

If you're fat you're a pariah.
If you're skinny you're a pariah.
If you're a woman you better get back in the kitchen where you belong.
If you lose weight you're a traitor.
If you gain weight you're a failure.
If you have no curves you're not a real woman.
If you've got curves you're a no good whore who clearly was asking for it.

There. Done. Finished. Can we move on.


True words.
You just can't win anymore.

Smokey McSmokerson aka "Smokeymon."

Smokey McSmokerson "Smokeymon", my wonderful, pretty 14-year-old silver-tipped persian cat died early this morning.
He had been kind of lethargic for the past few days; not his usual talkative self. Before I left yesterday, I had gone out to check on him and he didn't move, only meowed at me. I woke up this morning to a content cat stretched out in the early morning sun. I have to assume that's now he passed away.
We got Smokey when I was 10, from my grandmother's friend, Sally. We raised him from a kitten, teaching him how to jump up to us, ride around in a box (which was his absolute most favorite thing to do) and even count to three (he knew he got three treats at a time and would meow until he got all three.). He also loved sitting his treehouse and watching the people go by from his perch.
He was a people cat and even those who were allergic couldn't resist petting him.
He lived an eventful 14 years, moving from Kentucky to New Mexico and back to Kentucky again.
He was buried this morning under his favorite shade tree and Kevin made the 'headstone' you see above.
He was sweet and cuddly and will be missed. He was definitely one of a kind.

:(

I have sad news:
Dinosaur Pete, my trusty and 6-year-old only keychain, had croaked.
Day after day, I would use his retractable head and the light within to entertain and to help me see my keyhole in the dark. For six years, his battery never died, even though I must have activated that light a handful of times every day.




This was him as he was- in his prime. Just chillin, bringing smiles.

And this was after 'the accident.'



I suppose I could mend him, superglue his head back on, but I feel like that would be keeping him a vegetable.

It's the end of an era, the age of Dinosaur Pete.

Contrary to what I thought at 11 years of age, Clarissa did not, in fact, explain it all. I now realize she didn't explain anything...

http://boston.com/bigpicture/2009/03/scenes_from_the_recession.html

The Great Recession?

The Bad News Blog.

Note: I probably shouldn't be telling anyone about this because it's an 'inside the company' deal, but this is my blog and as far as I'm concerned, my publisher or editor don't read my little ol' blog. If you are my publisher or editor, don't read any further, thank you. :)

So here's the thing, I'm fully aware that I got into the newspaper business at a bad time. Subscriptions have gone down, advertising and revenue dollars have gone down. But I love my job, I love everything about it, even down to the people that call and complain that I put their son getting arrested in the paper and the city officials that try to sugar-coat everything they say. But the fact and truth is, every single newspaper out there is in trouble.
Today, we at the paper were informed that we were to take furloughs- a five-day unpaid vacation of sorts. This is not as bad as it sounds. In fact, it is a lot better than the pay cuts or layoffs we could have experienced. But it's still not good news. The paper is in so much trouble that they can't afford to pay employees for the time it takes to get the paper out. We have all been working unpaid overtime and they still can't pay us for the time we spend to get a good paper out.
The funny thing is, readership at our paper has actually gone up. Yesterday, we single-copy outsold a paper in a neighboring county. But 10,000 people buying 50 cent papers still doesn't equal a day's worth of advertising. People are reading the paper, but companies can't afford to advertise. And if they can't afford to advertise, my company can't afford to pay me and I can't afford to shop at your store. It takes money to spend money.
Our Web site hits have gone up so much the company has had to purchase more bandwidth for our site alone. But Web site clicks only generate revenue if we can get companies to advertise on the Web site. And companies are not spending on advertising.
As bad as this all sounds, I think it says a lot for CHNI that we've lasted long enough through these hard times and have been managed so well that we've only been asked to take 5 days unpaid. Our CEO and publisher have told us they expect things to get better by June and for advertising to be back where it's supposed to be by this time next year.
I'm not sure if that will happen because this 'money crunch' has gotten people saving money and it'll take a while for people to get back in the habit of spending it.
I say all this because I don't think people realize how much work it takes to get the news out- even to those 'news' Web sites that I'll admit, I read more than the newspaper. All of us- not just the newsroom- all of us have been working way more than what's legal in unpaid overtime. It's an interesting business because without the news, there would be no newspaper. But without ads, there would be no newspaper.
The truth: It Sucks. Hard. But most newsrooms are filled with people who are dedicated to getting you accurate news every morning and as long as nice CEO's and publishers do their jobs right, we'll still be doing the same thing when the economy turns around.
And if anyone has any ideas on how to convince a trucking company that they absolutely should spend half of their advertising budget on a Web site, let me know.

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable and originality is non-existent. Always remember what Jean-Luc Goddard said: "It's not where you take things from- it's where you take them to."


Anywhere know where this came from? I can't remember :(

carry my books?

Can I be half-feminist?
Sure, I enjoy my voting rights and my somewhat equal job pay, but it's still OK for a guy to open a door for me, right? Carry my books? Hold the door open for me?

Feminism killed the Gentleman.

"My candle burns at both its ends; it will not last the night.
But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends,
It gives a lovely light."
- Edna St. Vincent Millay

When anywhere was home

Some words, a moment; when writer's block takes a vacation.

Right here, right now:

I miss the girl I knew.
I miss the old you too.

Right here, right now

I keep thinking there was so much I missed, it just speed right by us.

Right here, right now

Do you think we've changed too much to go back?
I think we've changed, but I think we can go back.

Right here, right now

When anywhere was home; we're almost there again.

hahaha

History.

That little story at the bottom is my Martin Luther King Day celebration story.
I was on the front page of a paper with President Barack Obama. Awesome.