This Week's Torchwood . . .

Love the snark, but dayum Ianto . . .

I didn’t know you had it in you.

Today I look like . . .

For 30 January, 2008.

Today I look like (For 30 January, 2008)

(Damn, I almost forgot to post this)

Oscar Mike Golf

This is too wonderful for words!

(If you only knew how much “Tech Support” I deliver to my family for free)

Well, you wanted to know what was going on – here it is.

I took time out to write to my old friend
I walked across that burning bridge
Mailed my letter off to Dallas
But her reply came from Anchorage, Alaska

She said:
“Hey girl, it’s about time you wrote
It’s been over two years you know, my old friend
Take me back to the days of the foreign telegrams
And the all-night rock and rollin’… hey Shell
We was wild then

Hey Shell, you know it’s kind of funny
Texas always seemed so big
But you know you’re in the largest state in the union
When you’re anchored down in Anchorage

So you see, growing up, there was a friend of mine.

Trey and I grew up down the street from each other, our parents were friends, my father and his father worked in the same bank together, our families had the same deer lease/hunting and fishing club and shared a cabin. We went to the same school together, and most of the time, had classes together.

Now Trey and I are night and day – He is smart, witty, charismatic, self assured, a natural acrobat, can juggle, damn good with sword or quarterstaff, can sing, an astoundingly good actor, has gobs of empathy, and can teach. Me – not so much, and I can’t juggle to save my life. But in each other, we found kindred spirits. We both are avid, rabid, readers, have an appreciation of the arts, have rather “unusual” sense of humor, and take enjoyment in the surreal.

So, basically, for a major portion of our childhoods and growing up, we were pretty much inseperable. We would play together, go to school together, and when we would be overnight at the hunting club, we would spend most of the night walking the roads, talking – usually until 4am or so. (And then get back up at 6 so we can be out hunting just a few hours later – yes, we were quite derranged).

Trey also has the gift of serrependitious luck. Things just always seem to fall into place for him. When he graduated college, he took a walkabout to Ireland and Europe. Twoards the end of his time there, he was wanting to stay longer when suddenly he is offered the chance to spend the next year as the Chief Warden of a Irish Youth Hostel in Sligo, Ireland. So, he got an extra year in Ireland – and then was able to go into Russia and look around back in the mid 80s – before the Berlin wall came down.

Well, we dropped out of contact about the time that he moved to Seattle and I was changing jobs – switching from working for Microsoft to working for Data Return. Then after the dotcom meltdown, and all of my other family drama, I pretty much buried myself in my job and tuned out most of the world – but I still missed what we had.

So starting this last weekend, I decided that, dammit, we would (hopefully) reconnect. Only problem, Trey is a man who does not like to put himself out for the world to find. Now I knew that I could always call his parents, and I would have his phone number in five minutes, but where would be the fun in that? So it took me almost three days to use technomancy to wrest a (correct) phone number from the net. And with not a small amount of trepidation, I placed the call last night.

One two hour phone conversation later, it is like we have never been separated. There are still things that we both need to catch up on, but the camraderie is still there, and I now feel like the piece of me that was missing is back where it belongs. Trey has been married to the same wonderful woman for about the last ten years, they have a wonderful daughter, Elizabeth, who is just starting grade school. He is now a Technical Editor for Boeing, and in his “spare time” is a editor for a RPG company – 12 to Midnight, that publishes role playing games and accessories, primarily in the modern horror and fantasy genres.

You know, I meant to ask him but forgot. When they lived in Dallas, Trey and Laura used to take in Russian exchange students (he speaks fluent Russian and Irish). I forgot to see if he still has everything in the house labeled in both languages (hell, he would have labeled the cats if they had sit still long enough). Somehow though, I think I will have plenty of time to find out.


Shock and awe.

Big things happened last night.

Very big things.

I’m going to write about them more when I get to work, but (and this is a good thing) I find myself singing madrigals while getting ready for work this morning. And I have not done that in ten years.

*musical cresendo*

So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky
As someone told me lately –
Everyone deserves the chance to fly

And if I’m flying solo
At least I’m flying free
To those who’d ground me
Take a message back from me –

(Well, you know how it goes)

Yeah – call me Posty Mc Posterson today

But while listening to PDP earlier, I harkened back to the first time I heard them perform – and that was a live performance at the Kerrville Folk Festival.

At the time, my mother’s brother and his wife ran the Ingram News – a now defunct newspaper that was based out of Ingram Texas – 63 miles west of San Antonio. And so, I got treated to a Press Pass – All Access for the festival.

It was a warm summer afternoon in 1989, there were lots of very interesting arts and crafts being hawked in the merchants areas that formed a semi-circle around the main stage. I had been listening to music, getting a feel for everything around me, and just generally grooving, when I got hit right between the ears by two bands back to back.

First, Poi Dog Pondering – they were a local Austin band at the time, having just transplanted themselves from Hawaii. They played a 30 minute or so long set, from their first CD that at the time had been released on the Texas Hotel label

They opened up with Bury Me Deep, went on to U Li La Lu, and glided through several numbers. I was entranced. It was full of energy, passionate, melodic, and it made me smile. I actually used my All Access pass to get me back stage, where I could listen up close. It was a transcendent experience, I will never be the same.

That night – after the concert, I was wandering around, not really ready to leave the campgrounds and loose the magic of the evening, when I got invited to join PDP sitting around a campfire where they were playing some of their music on acoustic instruments. I didn’t get home until late that night, but it was very much worth the exhaustion I felt the next morning.

Here are two recordings of PDP in concert in their new home city of Chicago. You have no idea how much this tempts me to start sniffing around in that part of the world for positions where I could indulge myself in music like this again.

Poi Dog Pondering performing Bury Me Deep live at The Hideout in Chicago, IL on January 13th, 2008.


Poi Dog Pondering performing Jack Ass Ginger live at Live at Durty Nellies in Chicago.

The other band that set me on fire that night was a band from Contra Costa County, California – Celtic Elvis. Their satirical music such as “Style Over Substance”, “High On Stress”, and “Love As Real Estate- You’re My Fixer Upper”. Like many of the artists I like, their music is not just for everyone, their lyrics have substance to them, and at times are pointed enough to make you twitch uncomfortably while you are enjoying the music. Basically, if you are a fan of Arlo Guthrie, Loudon Wainwright III, or even Mark Russell, or just like sharp, biting criticism of modern social problems, then odds are that you will definitely like this band.

Sadly, finding publicly available example of their work, appears to be next to impossible. I wish it were not as I would enjoy sharing it with you.

Two-fer Tuesday

So I decided to do something a little different today for music.

I have been picking artists at random and then picking two pieces of music from that artist at random, and then moving on to a different artist.

End result?

Even More Musical Whiplashery.

Enjoy! If you are curious.

This is strange

I have had two people in my office building tell me that I look like a movie star.

But neither of them could remember the name of said star.

So burning question number one is what poor star is “blessed” with my countenance?

So, just in case you need it to refer to.

Appearance for 29 January 2008

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I watched the BBC docco on the Phelps and the Westborough Baptist Church

Several points.

  • I feel sadness for his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Most of them will never be able to function outside of their compound.
  • It took almost four hours for me to watch the entire one hour docco – I kept having to stop it when the – I’m not sure what to call it – got overwhelming.
  • I literally feel sick to my stomach now.
  • After seeing Fred “firsthand” so to speak, I am even more convinced now that the man probably has issues.

Why did I watch? For the same reason that I make it a point to understand the religious beliefs of my friends who are members of different religions. If you don’t make the effort to understand that which is different, then how can you ever hope to find common ground and learn to respect and celebrate your differences? I have to hope that some day, some way, those people can find peace.

I will say though, that now that I have watched it – I don’t think I will ever be able to force myself to suffer through it again. It is just too much.


*smiles even bigger, showing more teeth than a smiling Pervect*

*starts singing*

The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round . . . .

*wanders off, singing off-key*


I love wolfsong.


I guess I must be doing something right.

My Boss’s Boss’s Boss (VP Level) just came by and congratulated me on doing an excellent job and making my co-worker’s jobs easier to do.

Who knows – I just might be a little like Gregory House after all.

Oh and . . .

Fluffmodeus . . . because, like, y’know, for real.

When are the others coming?

They are already here.


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See? It's a win-win situation!


I know what I want to do with all of the presidential wanna-bes
(And no, landfill is not the answer)


Soylent Green?


I want to set up a “running of the bulls” scenario in downtown Dallas
With the campaigners running
But substitute Raptors for the bulls
I could sell the TV rights to that and single-handedly resurrect the economy


The ASPCA would be all over you for cruelty to the raptors.


I’d have vets on hand to pump their stomachs afterward
And we would reward the “most interesting kills” with veal calves

[EDIT] – Heck, we can even give an added incentive – first one to the finish line gets to be the next president.
With a solution like that – we won’t ever have to worry about term limits again.

So . . .

One of my co-workers made chocolate chip cookies with his son last night.

And today, he brings in cookies for everyone!


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