Archives for November 2010

Stop saying that!

This is a Geeky Confession post- there is something that most geeks do that drives me up the wall. Not just drives me up the wall, but makes me want to start punching people. These days, you can’t mention liking Star Wars in a group, without at least one person using the phrase “George Lucas ruined Star Wars” or the more vulgar/offensive “George Lucas raped my childhood.” While I completely understand people not liking the prequels or not liking decisions that Lucas has made, I’m going to make this point- he didn’t ruin Star Wars. One’s enjoyment of the Star…

Happy Thanksgiving!

On this day, I’d like to take a moment to mention what I’m thankful for. I am thankful for my family and close friends, who keep me sane. My mom is wonderful, and while we don’t see each other as often as we’d like, she’s almost always just a phone call away- whether it’s to help me get through a meltdown, or to gush over a TV show we both watch. My in-laws are just as important, as they’re the ones who put up with my madness (as well as the kidlets) on a daily basis and I love them…

Monday Madness!

I’m still battling my cold, but getting better! I went out to take the Oldest Kidlet* to school (driven by TheBoy) and stopped at the grocery store to get ingredients for our Thanksgiving cheesecake. I managed to forget heavy cream, so I’ll just have the in-laws pick that up for me. The highlight of my day, though, was seeing a classmate of my son and saying hi. She pointed me out to her mom and said that she knows I’m a pirate (it’s the boots)- this would be the sixth kid other than my own who believes that I’m a…

I’m dying, I’m dead…

…okay, I’m exaggerating. But those who know me know that I’m fairly healthy. But when I do get sick? I get unbelievably sick. I’m sure that it’s because I push my body fairly hard with my daily life, so when I get sick, my body just puts up the white flag right away. This would be why I blogged a lot earlier this week, but nothing in the second half. I’m not sure what it is that I have (Web MD seems to think I have a common cold, but man, this doesn’t feel common at all), but the kids…

How search engines actually work.

This post is prompted by an “editorial” piece from PopEater, where the author was shocked that when he searched for Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman that it took ages to get past links that weren’t about their love scene in Black Swan. Whining about how difficult it was to find anything that wasn’t about the scene, he essentially blamed Google for foisting smut upon us all. Sorry Matthew Shepatin, but it’s not Google’s fault. First, any search engine’s results (not just Google) are based on ranking links by what other people click on when they use that same search term.…

Children shouldn’t live in a bubble.

Every day I look at the BlogHer ad bar in the sidebar of my site to see if any of my blog posts are linked. And then I click on the post titles I find interesting. So when I saw “Why do we freak out about Bratz, but not violent video games?” I was intrigued. Because this is a topic I have discussed as a gamer, feminist and a mother. The actual post is titled “Blood, Guts and Rock & Roll: We’re Up in Arms About Bratz, But We Ignore Killstreaks in Black Ops.” It’s about how the California Supreme…

Inevitability…

I remember flipping through my mom’s high school yearbook when I was a kid and saw all the inscriptions from friends that said that they’d keep in touch, and friends forever. These were people that I’d never heard of, so I knew that high school friendships didn’t always survive graduation. I had a best friend in middle school, and she and I wound up going to different high schools. We kept in touch that first year, but with different schools and different interests… it didn’t matter that we had been best friends. Things just fell apart. After high school, I…

The Power of Social Networking

Wow, last week was a slow blogging week. Not intentional, I assure you. As I blogged, the little guy had a rough week, which meant that I had less computer time and mostly wanted to go straight to bed as soon as they were in bed. He seems to be doing better- either that or I finally figured out how to help expedite the end of his tantrums. I’m not sure. But somehow we’ve settled into a groove. But that has nothing to do with social networking. This does. Yesterday morning, a food stylist was on a flight and was…

How rude!

Yesterday, I mentioned that I’m going through a bit of a trying time with the Little Kidlet. It’s a little like Jekyll and Hyde- he’s mild mannered Mister Mister or the screaming, limp bodied Mister Monster (nickname courtesy of TheBoy). My back, which was injured during my tenure at Disneyland and has never quite gotten back to 100%, is already sore from his new trick of going limp when he doesn’t want to go somewhere. So today, we started to walk through the parking lot at school and when I asked him to give me my hand… he started crawling.…

The Terrible Threes

I remember when the oldest kidlet was just hitting 2. I expressed concern about his tantrums to my mom. Okay, I was whining about how tantrums and worried that the temper he’d inherited from both TheBoy and myself was now coming back to bite me in the ass. My mom told me this- “No matter how bad you think two is, three will be worse.” She was right. The Oldest Kidlet hit his tantrum stride when he was three, and when he turned four, he started to mellow out. I should state for all posterity that the Oldest Kidlet’s meltdowns…