The Story of a Solider - For Memorial Day

One of the best parts of a film chock-full of best parts.
Here's the full song.

Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
Sign up and fall in, and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten,
All hope seems gone, so soldier, march on to die.

Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
Sign up and fall in, and march off to war.

There in the distance a flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons, but whose can it be?
How ends the story, whose is the glory?
Ask if we dare, our comrades out there who sleep.

Too old for this

It's been (yeesh) more than seven years since I graduated from Pitt. Why do I still have nightmares along the lines of, "OMG THERE WERE TWO COURSES I REGISTERED FOR BUT FORGOT ABOUT AND NOW THE SEMESTER'S OVER AND I'M GETTING Fs AND THEY'RE TAKING AWAY MY SCHOLARSHIPS AAAAAAHHH HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!"

Re: Oslo

It was a Muslim jihadist! Radical Muslim! Islamofascisocialist pinkolib Muslim, had to be! WAAAUGH!

Uh, actually? It was an ultra right-wing Christian.

Minna Remy cuddle

Five years goes by fast

Happy anniversary to us, Remy! From the day I first "met" you online role-playing (and thought, What an ass!) until now, it's been one hell of a great time. I love you dearly.

Today, I got a lovely bouquet of flowers from my husband... and a jury summons from the city. Seriously, what's with me and summons at this time of year anymore? Oh well, this is a weekend for casting stuff like that aside and celebrating to the hilt. I'll think about it again sometime next week.

'Bout that time them Duke boys had some data scrubbing to set to...

I need to perform address validation at work sometimes. Customers submit addresses that they can't get map coordinates for, and I need to look into why.

I received a new spreadsheet this morning, and this was the first address in the list:

> Boss Hogg Rd, Morgantown, KY


Even more disturbing, I found a Boss Hog Rd in Kentucky (one G), and a Boss Hogg Rd in Mississippi. I'm not an expert on that show, but wasn't Boss Hogg the bad guy? What's next? Let's brainstorm, shall we?

* Michael, I'm Almost Out Of Fuel Ln.
* Ain't Gettin' On No Plane With That Crazy Fool Murdock Ave.
* That Ninja Who Kept Harassing Lee Van Cleef St.

I should design a subdivision...

Still around, doing fine

Been lazy about updating lately, but things are going well. To wit:

* Two upward salary adjustments and a bonus from work. w00t!

* Weather is finally almost sort of starting to warm up. Hilariously, our sunny days are in the 30s, and our gloomy rainy days stray into the 50s and 60s. During last Friday's Nor'easter, we had rain, snow, thick clouds, and full-on sunshine in the space of one hour.

* Remy and I are coming upon our 5th wedding anniversary this May. We're having some friends and family over for a little party the weekend before, then we're going out to a fancy dinner and spending the night at a fancy hotel downtown on the actual anniversary weekend.

* I have an original work in progress converging on 70,000 words, and I feel like I'm only half done! I try to at least look at it every day, as work and life permit.

* Still going to the German conversation club, but I think I'm even less confident about speaking than I was before. I understand most of what everyone else is saying, but often when I open my mouth to make a point, everything just evacuates my brain. I can't even remember what I was going to say in English, let alone German. I think nerves have something to do with it. I'd love to sit down one-on-one with a good speaker and just shoot the bull for a while- I think that would be beneficial- but I don't know any of these people well enough to request that sort of thing. I go early and am usually the first one there, and I try to catch some solo time with other people as they file in, but everyone else tends to want to chat in English before the actual meeting starts.
Iran election

Miveh-ye Ajib

Green leaders being hanged; 99 reported executions so far

A while back my mom showed me a political cartoon of Ahmadinejad at a gallows, talking to a man with a green noose around his neck. In the word balloon, he was saying something along the lines of, "I hope you like the color I picked, I hear it's your favorite!"

I see all the protesting going on in Arab countries, and I have to wonder if word of any of that is reaching Iran, and what they think of it. I also feel really goddamn helpless.