New Loser! Finally, after many many days of sitting in wait, available for random chat, on ICQ (which is going pay, by the way... bleh) I finally had a chat with someone I deemed amusing anough to find a place on the esteemed loser list! I wasn't going to put him up as a lose until he made a comment about how he has nothing against intelligent conversation as long as it leads to a "score". I'm not at home so I don't really feel like formatting it and posting it at the moment, but when I tried to post it here I got a... um... "big post" error, whatever that means. So you'll just have to wait.

Laptop I love the laptop I bought from Robbie. Yay! I'm sitting at Cafe CoCo in Nashville typing this, and using the wireless card I bought it to connect to their wireless network. And the post I wrote prior to this one I typed while I was at work listening to mp3s on it. Woo woo. :D

Parents I was sitting at work thinking today... Yes, you would think I should be consentrating on my work, but trust me... after you do optical character recognition editing for long enough your eyes and fingers take over and your brain can just bugger off and do whatever it wants. Anyway. I was sitting at work today thinking about parents. Specifically... can parents be friends? Now yeah, of course they can be friends. I consider my parents my friends. I like talking to them now that I'm an adult. I'm thankful for the wonderful relationship I have with them, but I mean, can they be friends just like any other friend. Can you tell them anything? I can't. I think that parents, when they are raising a child, want to be that child's friend, but is it really possible? Say, as a teenager, the child wants to have sex with their boyfriend, or try pot or something. Can they *really* talk about that with their parents? Some could I suppose... but I never would have felt comfortable telling my parents that. Or say they *did* have sex. Yeah, they'll talk to their friends about it openly, but are they going to tell their parents? Even my mother, when I was talking to her yesterday, was saying that her mother was like a sister to her after she went to college, and that no sister could have been closer, but she didn't tell her everything, just almost everything. Of course, I didn't ask my mother what it was she didn't tell her. I think there is a line drawn between parent and friend, and a parent can be a friend, but there's still a part of the parent that can't go over into being totally a friend. Even now my parents still have a way of making me feel like a child about things. What am I trying to say? I don't know. Just rambing I guess. But... I love my parents. :)

Updates I added a whole lot of pictures to the.. uh... yeah, you guessed it... the pictures area of my site. I added pictures of Robbie from RenFaire, pictures of my family from our Memorial Day get together, and a couple of new graphics I did. I also basically redid all the html on that page so that instead of being taken just to a picture, you're actually taken to a webpage.

Farscape Support the effort to save Farscape from being cancelled. I only recently discovered the show during our trip to Holland, and quickly became immersed in it. I couldn't watch it at home since we do not get the SCI FI channel, nor does our cable company have it available. I have been unable to watch it since we left Holland. Help keep this wonderful, engaging show alive. It sure beats the hell out of a lot of programming these days.

Campaign information quoted from the savefarscape.com site:

On Friday, 6 September 2002 at 9 PM Eastern, Farscape executive producer David Kemper, writer-producer Richard Manning, and series star Ben Browder appeared in an online chat hosted by the SCI FI Channel and announced that the network would not be honoring its earlier commitment to air a fifth season of Farscape.

By disclosing this information, the Farscape production team placed themselves in the position of "scooping" the SCI FI Channel in announcing the cancellation well before SCI FI planned on announcing it themselves. Kemper, Manning, and Browder appealed to fans to get the word out and somehow try to affect a change in the decision.

On Monday, 9 September, SCI FI was forced to release an official statement confirming the cancellation news. An anonymous SCI FI representative cited Farscape's inability "to grow beyond its core fan base" and "the extreme and growing cost of production" as the reasons for their decision. In other words, according to the SCI FI Channel, Farscape's current ratings did not justify its cost to the network, and they did not expect the ratings to improve. However, media-savvy supporters of the series have taken issue with these claims.


Visit their site to find ways to help support the effort to keep the show alive.

To find out more about Farscape, visit their website.

Annoying Churchgoers As you know, if you know me, or have spent any time at all looking at my site, my father's a pastor, and I am a musician. My father often asks me to his church to do the special music, and I do it, because he's my father and it makes me happy to make him happy. As soon as I walked in, one of the ladies in the choir accosted me and goes, "Oh good, you're here. Sarah's sick today so we don't have a song leader." Sarah as in the song leader, not my step-daughter Sarah. I just looked at her and said "Um... I'm... sorry?" Apparently she thought I didn't hear her. She repeated, "Sarah's sick. We don't have a songleader." Again I looked at her, shrugged a little and said "I'm... sorry." "Well... aren't you doing the special music?" At this point I'm looking at her with a strange expression... something that says "Are you going somewhere with this?". "Yes, I'm doing the special music." "Well, we don't have a song leader." I'm standing there wondering, does she expect me to see some connection between my doing the special music and their not having a song leader? I'm sorry you don't have a song leader, and I'm still doing the special music... and you still don't have a song leader. Tired of the conversation I finally shrugged and said "I don't do song leading" and walked off to say hello to my dad. I told my dad about it at lunch afterward. He asked me who it was and I told him and he said, "I told her before church when she asked me to ask you that there was no chance that you would lead the songs." She should've listened to him.

Neighbours I hate, hate, hate our new upstairs neighbours. They've only been here about a week, and I'm already surprised the floor hasn't caved in from all their stomping. Not to mention the spawn of Satan that runs around, jumps, bangs and generally does everything possible to make loud noises on the floor. And it seems to be that one of them is awake all the time. Early in the morning, thuds. Late at night, thuds. All damn day, thuds. One night they were being so loud, Daryl banged on the ceiling with my staff (from RenFaire) and they banged back! One night I was watching X-Men, and I didn't have it up that loud because Daryl was trying to sleep, but the bass was being a little rumbly, and they banged at me! It wasn't even that loud. Especially compared to the heard of elephants their raising in their apartment. We've left notes, we've complained to the manager, we've tried to be polite, but nothing's working. Save me from my neighbours. That reminds me. A couple nights after they started moving in, I was going out to rent a movie since Robbie was coming over and noticed they had left the interior lights on in their car. I thought maybe it was those time delay lights that go out after a few minutes, but they were still on when I got back. I went upstairs to their apartment and knocked on the door. Nothing. I knocked again, louder. A kid started screaming at the time of it's demonic little lungs. I could hear people in the living room. No one answered. I knocked again and still no one answered. I shrugged and went back downstairs and told Daryl what happened. He asked if I rang the doorbell and I said no, since it was 10 at night I didn't want to wake someone up if someone was trying to sleep, and there was someone in the living room, I could hear them. He went up there and rang the doorbell. No one answered. He rang again. Finally someone came to the door. But they didn't open it. They just shouted through the door, "Whosit?" . "It's our neighbour, your lights are on." "Whut?" "Your lights are on." "Lights're on?" "Yeah." "Aight." When Robbie came over they were still on. I think we're freak magnets.

Friday I had a rather rude, yet interesting awakening on Friday. It was about half an hour before I normally get up for work. I heard someone come in and woke up. I figured it was Sarah. She had a field trip that day and I thought maybe it was just a half day or something. Or maybe Daryl wasn't feeling good, which he hasn't been lately, and came home from work early. A little while later, the bedroom door opens, the overhead light is turned on, a man's voice says, "Ooops," the light goes out, the door is shut. I called Daryl's name a few times to no response. I got up, went into the living room, and there was no one there. About this point, I'm really freaked out. It took me about half an hour before I realized, with Daryl's help, since I called him, that it was the pest control man being an idiot and not ringing the doorbell before he came in for the scheduled maintenance, or knocking on the closed bedroom door before barging in. Blarg.