We've been working hard on the Lashouts website, trying to get some decent content up, and one of the pages that we're working on is a list of Hamilton's notable blogs. We want to have a page of some of her doozies so that people know where to go when referencing Hamilton's- er- more eccentric blogs.

Check out the Notable Blogs page (found on the Links page) and let us know what blogs you think should be easily referenced for anyone looking to, say, point out to Troos that Hamilton isn't all that or a bag of chips. If there are any other sites you feel deserve mention on the Links page, or any other content that needs to be added to the site, drop a comment.

We're working on getting some blurbs up there about the mods, and then we'll dive into the 'Team LKH: A Primer' page. Enjoy!

Joss Fans: A new show! A new show! Wheeeheeeyayayayayohwait ... FOX?
Joss: Yes.
Joss Fans: Again?
Joss: Yes.
Joss Fans: After Firefly?
Joss: They said they were sorry!
Joss Fans: No, they didn't!
Joss: Yeah, but I have a crush on Dushku so suck it.

Joss Fans: So what's it about?
Joss: Identity, slavery, corporate evil ...
Joss Fans: ...
Joss: Also ... hot chicks in skimpy outfits ...
Joss Fans: ...
Joss: Secret missions ...
Joss Fans: ...
Joss: Secret prostitution missions ...
Joss Fans: ....
Joss: Eliza Dushku in secret hot prostitution missions ...
Fans: ....
Joss: In skimpy outfits.
Joss: It's very feminist, thank you.

Episodes 1-5:
Show: Dushku is hawt, look! See Dushku's legs! See Dushku's boobs! See Dushku pimped out like a little dolly for the sexing times with the rich mens! Dushku is hawt, look! Isn't Dushku hawt?
Subtext: I'm even embarrassed for me.
Joss: I have a note from me mum.
Fans: You'd better.
Joss: No, wait, I grew a spine mid-season.
Fans: O RLY
Joss: Sort of.

Episodes 6-12:
Fans: So you did.
Joss: I am clever.
Fans: Hold that thought.

(Episode 13: It was on the DVD, bitch)

Season 2:

Episode 1:
Fans: We did the impossible annnnnnd .... it made our show suck. Again. Mostly. Oh look, Jamie Bamber.
Episode 2:
Fans: Oh dear lawd.
Episode 3:
Fans: Knock off with Echo in kneesocks thingy, eh? Oh look, Colonel Tigh! Moar Victor, plzkthnx.
Episode 4:
Fans: Aww, Sierra. I think that was sort of really good.
Fans: Perhaps even on purpose.

FOX: Cancelled, bitches. Fee fi fo fum.
Joss: But you said you'd changed!
FOX: Whatevs.
Joss: NEVAH AGAIN.
FOX: Bless his cotton socks. Snigger.

So some dumbfuck judge here lets a 16 year-old kidnapper/child rapist piss off and do community service for his first (known) crime.

Mere days later, having been cleared to roam the streets and having fully internalised the message that rape is clearly of no more social import than repeatedly dropping litter or not paying your council tax (sorry, they actually do give custodial sentence for that one -after all, that's a crime involving money) and will earn him little more than a boring court appearance, he kidnaps and rapes yet another small child.

Oh yes, I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. Aren't you?

Please note:

In sentencing for the first rape, Judge Smith is believed to have considered the victim's family, who forgave the youth because of their Christian beliefs.

I just ... LOL. At the judge, particularly, for thinking the family's 'forgiveness' should have anything to do with if and when a known sexual predator is released to prey upon the public again. Then, rather more cynically, at the people whose oh-so-profound Christian actions did the precise opposite of what said Christians would like to think they do and basically enabled yet another rape.

Sorry kids, but I've always thought that forgiveness functions more as a preventative against being consumed by one's own bitterness and rage than some profound social force - and that the old 'turn the other cheek' philosophy pretty much results in little more than a lifetime of being happy-slapped.

Oh, now he's being found guilty of small boy rape vs 2.0, he's off to prison ... until he's at least 19 and 3/4 when he can seek parole. Smashing. Keep this up and he'll probably have ten good solid rapes under his belt by the time he's 30.

The sentences handed down for rape in this country never cease to appall me. I regularly see the most appalling sexual crimes against women and children prosecuted and the defendents - on the small offchance they're found guilty (6% conviction rate in the UK, go us) given sentences more appropriate for the odd bout of shoplifting.

So, draw your own conclusions about just how precisely your safety and wellbeing is valued in this society. I know I have.

To all those who served. And to those who continue to serve.

Happy Armistice Day.

Out of work at 5 pm. Once home, do the following:

1. Birka Merchants Spreadsheet.
2. 1 load of laundry (pants, or we'll be bare-butted for work tomorrow and that would be BAD.)
3. Update TPC words

That's it. If I try for more, I'll go insane.

Essay can wait until tomorrow, unless I write it during lunch today.

BTW, anyone got any ideas for a narrative, 2-pg essay? I need one for class.

This morning was hard. I'm still fighting off the effects of the flu vaccine and a cold hubby has picked up, and all I wanted to do was sleep in a little later. But I knew, if I did that, I wouldn't go Friday - I'd find yet another excuse.

I was late, I'll admit that. And I only did 16 minutes of cardio. But it's 16 minutes more than I did before, and I made the effort to go. I'm more awake now at work (sore, still, but awake), and I feel good, knowing that I set one more block into the road that I'm walking.

I'll weigh in tomorrow, I think - I know SOMETHING is happening, because I've got pants that were too tight around the middle that are now fitting wonderfully. I actually had to take off my size 26 jeans and put on 24s this weekend, because the 26s were falling off. Yay!

As of right now, my normal routine is this:

15 minutes of cardio (I usually do the stationary bike for this section)
10 minutes of either lower body or upper body strength training (depending on the day)
5 minutes of arms strength training
10 minutes of abs training (I'm up to 120 crunches!!!)
10 minutes of cardio (I usually do the treadmill for this)

It's funny, too - I find that on the days I go to the gym, I find it easier to eat better. The soda looks - not as good. Same for candy or pastries. But protein, fruit and veggies, and the Kool-Aid (I adore Kool-Aid, but I water it down way more than they say to) are amazingly yummy.

When I weighed myself last week, I was at 285 lbs. We'll see tomorrow what I weigh in at now.

The goal? To be in size 14s by the time my 10th anniversary comes around. That's approximately 2 years away. The other goal? Honestly? To run a 5k by then.

FTW: Venison tacos. Damn they're good.

FTL: 'Check Engine' light. Fourth fuckin' time. (According to my $700-richer mechanic, it "must" be a faulty computer, and is supposedly covered under an 8/80 warranty if I take it to the dealer. We'll see.)

FTW: My boy came home with an all-B report card, and promised me n' his mom he'd notch it up even higher before the school year's end. He's shooting for the '03 Saab his grandma promised him, which he'll be able to drive come June as long as he maintains a B average.

FTL: A week ago, my Mac had 325 GB of available storage. Two days ago, it had 98. Today, it's got 95. I haven't installed anything new, and my external backup drive still has 325. And, of course, my AppleCare expired last summer. A $125 tech call is not what I needed right now. Any ideas?

FTW: Organizing a very special event for our children's charity. Stay tuned, because I may need a little help from you kids.

FTL: Three days of 24-hour urine collection for the new kidney doc, and I have to take the jug all the way to the University of Chicago on the south side. 30 miles. Each way. Every morning. To arrive no later than 7:30 AM. Trazodone, take me away.

FTW: Tomorrow's Veteran's Day (i.e. no school), and my daughter and I have a date for lunch. :)

FTL: The hospital is calling, looking for their seven grand. Thanks for precious little, Aetna.

FTW: Red and white seedless grapes through the juicer is better than sex (well, better than sex with me, anyway). Ten pounds of grapes = one gallon of juice, and I got 'em from the "ripe" cart at the fruit stand for just under six bucks. I hope that's why my pee is green. :/

FTIDK: My kid has been expressing interest in the Navy or Coast Guard. Not quite sure how I feel about this yet. On the upside, my cousin is a top Navy recruiter and told me he could get the kid stationed stateside. It will also give him the opportunity to A) serve his country, B) earn some money toward college, and C) get covered under the GI Bill (including lifetime medical coverage). Obviously, Madame is dead-set against it.

Over n' out.

As a combo birthday/anniversary trip, Dennis and I are heading to Cabo for a 4 night cruise.  I've wanted to try a cruise and Dennis thinks it's for "old people" so we settled on a 4 night cruise so we can try it out and see if we like it.  I'm planning on loading up the Kindle with books and reading by a pool as often as possible.

Until we leave on Thursday morning, I should be doing things pre-trip things, but instead I'm reading LJ.  Go figure.  Lizbeth is relaxing in a crate (her own choice) and Chloe (this week's emergency Guide Dog puppy-sitting venture) is bopping around with toys.  Eventually I must cook some dinner.

And maybe come up with some kind of post for techbunny.com that I can have set to publish while I'm away.  I don't know.  Maybe.