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Saturday, Sept. 20, 2008 / 2:19 p.m. ~Brain Dump~ Martha Stewart's dogs call her "Martha", so she says, but Sienna and Gladys refer to me as "Mawm" - I, however, do not call Sienna and Gladys my children. My current guilty pleasure, about which I am not feeling too terribly guilty, is "The Martha Stewart Show", which is on the Fine Living Network (not too far from Planet Green) weeknights at 8:00. Total shift in the cable continuum, now Emeril is on Planet Green every night at 8:00 and 8:30, and Food Network must be scrambling, relying solely on Alton Brown's goofy "Good Eats" to carry the all-important first hour of prime nightly viewing. Martha, though, oh Martha, dear Martha, how I adore this woman. Last night she interviewed Dr. Jane Goodall, semi-awkwardly, of course, as she is not an interviewer, but a "domestic diva" after all. Yet Goodall ended by telling us all that we must be conscious when consuming, we must learn from where our food originates, and live more gently and carefully, take into consideration fair trade, fair wages for sustainable farmers. I agree, Jane. Oh yes, at one time our little tyke Jane wanted to be the wife of Tarzan. I love her too, Jane, a personal hero of mine. Yesterday at work the new guy performed more magic tricks, this time with rings. I said they must be trick rings, and yet I felt no separations in the cool metal. We laughed, and we applauded, and then we had our group meeting, those joining in front of whom the Great New Guy had not previously wanted to perform, and the Director II asked, "No pregnant coworker?", in not so many exact words, to which I replied, "She's off today, seeing a specialist, she didn't tell you?" Later I told the one who sits nearest that I certainly hope the pregnant one returns on Monday, as I don't want to take on her work (not telling her that I will, for a price), and she seemed appalled that my concern is not first and foremost "the baby". We didn't talk the rest of the day. Instead I went off to vent to the Earth Mama, who, as it turns out, is an admitted, "Extreme Right-Wing Republican", and I begged her not to show me her NRA card again. She said something almost politically incorrect about black women and their babies, and how they need to take responsibility, but how she is a Catholic married for most of her life, with five children. We are the same age, she and I, born one day apart, and have an instant bond. Post-venting, I worked, mine and hers, the pregnant coworker's work, and talked, and multi-tasked, and was amazed when others could not, multi-task, and ended up staying late to work, then to check email, then to write in reply to an odd message from a gent on the Salon.com personals. On my way out, at 7:00, long after anyone would normally be in the offices, I walked through to turn out lights (more on my eco-friendly efforts later), and came upon a relatively new person still in her office, only to say the usual, "Oh, you're still here?", to which she replied... everything at once. She is harried, she is overwhelmed, she is on her way to meet friends, she was in a relationship, but she got dumped, she's 37 after all, and they were to move here together, and he dumped her, and now she's on her own, and she got this job, but now she's going home next week, back up north, and she hasn't been there since, and he'll be singing in the choir with her, and she's going to this church thing, because she does a lot at the church, but there's a guy there who wants to date her, but she can't right now, because she is all kinds of way fucked up, and I was a little worried that the unhingedness of this woman would somehow cause disaster and chaos, like little pieces of her falling apart life would land on someone below and hurt her... or me, or I don't know, but I should have known, from previous conversations with her, not to talk to her at all really. Because she spills over. Earlier, I had taken paperwork back to her, a part-time faculty member new hire who is in the country on an F-1 Visa, and needs an I-20 from the International Student office that will prove her eligibility to work on campus. Yeah, the hell I say, right? Even with her recent International documentation training, so painstakingly provided via PowerPoint presentation by the Russian, she is not getting it, and admitted she "did not commit it to memory". Oy! She kept prodding me, "Why is that? What is that? What's an I-20?", and when I told her the requirements she responded, "I haven't got time for that right now, I have so much on my desk, and frankly, I didn't hear anything you just said." Another young coworker and I have decided this is now a great, and somewhat cruel thing to say to people during conversation. Prod with questions, then reply that you're so busy, you have so much going on, you can't possibly pay attention right now and really you didn't hear any of that. Could be followed by a smile and a "Just kidding" (j/k) if so inclined. Sienna has joined me on the "computer chair" next to me, curling up to settle in while I catch up on a week's worth of LJ posts - oh, on Martha the other night, she had a whole show about BLOGGERS!!!! The entire audience sat with their personal laptops on their laps, and blogged during the show! Or looked at porn, one. And she featured the creator of CuteOverload.com!!! How weird to see the bloggers irl, you know? She wants recommendations for good blogs, too, and she made me want to have a "real" blog, but I wouldn't know what my niche should be, like Perez Hilton advised. Got to have a niche, work at it, and then yeah, fame and fortune. But see, I don't want fame... just fortune. One more thing, I'm still watching "House Hunters" most nights. Last night a couple (lesbians - they feature quite a few gay couples, which is cool, I think) wanted a house of their own in the L.A. area, and then on the International version a couple (straight, with one year old child) wanted a house in Holland. I dream of walking through houses, and last night I dreamed I was moving into one. Without down payment, I doubt I could get what I want, and my rent is exceedingly cheap, no need to spend money for repairs, etc......... we shall see. Sienna knows it's Caturday. Because "Mawm" is home. Cost of the War in Iraq
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