very random thoughts

World-Improvement:
First of all, what is the correct spelling of Hezbollah? I've seen it spelled about twelve different ways and I am annoyed. I am of course more than annoyed about the fact of their existence and the evil history of the whole modern Middle East, but I am starting small in my world-improvement regimen. First order of business: pick a way to spell Hezbollah (and Osama too) and stick with it, people! It's not a name like Brittany (which I had 5 incarnations of in my former workplace) or Ashley, you know. And PLEASE learn the difference between its and it's. It's really annoying...ok I can't even keep that punctuated incorrectly. I just corrected it. It's that annoying.

Bloghards: Negative Nellies on PCP
Next on my list: blog comment negativity. I don't have the luxury of so many readers as to necessitate attention by people I term Bloghards (like blowhard, but both sound really scandalous and disgusting. sorry). I think in blog lingo, they're called trolls or something. There you are, having a perfectly amiable blog conversation about, say, double crochet versus half double, and BAM! Someone's accusing the main blogger that they've always had it in for double crochet and their house is a mess and they should really seek therapy for their obvious mental disturbances and they can't BELIEVE all the MORONS who are writing otherwise. I just took part in such a surreal experience last week, and it was so over the top I didn't know what to think. Like, were there a few comments in the line that I missed that would get them all fired up, like "I really enjoy eating children and all nonwhite people are scumbags?" Unless those comments were erased, I found no reason to be so bloody militant. Have a glass of wine, people. We're not curing cancer over here.

Outraged
I can gauge my stress level by the frequency with which I visit "letters to the editor" sections in the papers (or in my case, online news sites). In case you are wondering, the more out of control I feel, the more pissed off I get and the more I read other people's opinions who inevitably piss me off. Because they're such MORONS, you know? (I think that was a joke, but I kindof believe it's true too.) When I am unbelievably pissed off, I write a real letter to the editor. I have had two such letters printed before, in the Sun. I could write a sampler, boilerplate letter to the editor for you if you'd like to use it: Dear Editor: I am appalled and outraged by ______________(cite article and date here). ____'s left-wing (or right-wing) bias is so blatantly obvious that he/she should immediately resign. And Bush is the Antichrist and eats little Democratic children in cowboy rituals OR gays and illegal immigrants are the reason our country is going to hell, and you commie pinkos are the first on Satan's list. Sincerely, Outraged.
Whoever said public discourse has deteriorated? Well, they're obviously dumb and on drugs.

blogger photos: you're dead to me!
To continue with my Anger-thon, I have decided to forego posting photos here for a while, as blogger continually has problems posting them. Either they're too big (which I fix), they're named in a way blogger just can't understand (which I fix), or Blogger just doesn't like my photos enough to post them. I can't seem to get them up here without a serious PITA. SO, go to Yahoo photos, and look up marykateissmurfy, and that should do the trick. I have a ton of new crochet-related photos up there, all of which took the same amount of time to post as 3 photos take on this-here site. So NYAH!

The Ipod meme
Ok, to wrap things up I will offer something truly hilarious I found on Drew the Crochet Dude (TM)'s blog. It's a meme, a term I looked up and still don't understand--something that will become a sort of cultural phenomenon? Just a cool way to say "random game you can play?" I don't know. Anyhow, you put your Ipod on shuffle, and each song is the answer to the following questions. Here's mine for tonight:

How am I feeling today?
Watching the Sky, the Bangles. was a bit rainy today...
Will I get far in life?
How to disappear completely, Radiohead (apparently not)
How do my friends see me?
You're wondering now, The Specials. You certainly are.
When will I get married?
Sinking, The Cure. hmm. not good for the anniversary!
What is my best friend's theme song?
If only tonight we could sleep, The Cure. So my ipod is heavy on the cure, ok? doesn't mean it's wrong.
What is the story of my life?
Something must break, Joy Division. OMG, so absolutely true.
What was high school like?
Obstacle I, Interpol . Amen.
How am I going to get ahead in life?
New Day, the Cure.
What is the best thing about me?
Climbing up the walls, Radiohead. Yes, it's quite obvious isn't it?
How is today going to be?
World, New Order.
What is in store for this weekend?
Train song, Mindy Smith. Choo choo!
What song describes my parents?
Don't be cruel, Elvis Presley. I am not making this stuff up, people!
What song describes your grandparents?
Ruined in a day, New Order. Sheesh my songs are depressing.
How is my life going?
Lost in the Supermarket, the Clash. One could say that.
What song will they play at my funeral?
Speak my language, the Cure.
How does the world see me?
The legend of John Henry's Hammer, Johnny Cash. I am tougher than I think.
Will I have a happy life?
Fitter Happier, Radiohead. Like a pig, in a cage, on antibiotics.
What do my friends really think of me?
Bell Jar, the bangles. Dang people.
Do people secretly lust after me?
All I want, the Cure. All is kindof a lot.
How can I make myself happy?
Going to California, Led Zeppelin. See ya, East Coast suckas!
What should I do with my life?
Interesting Drug, Morrissey. I just say no.
Will I ever have children?
Getting Better, the Beatles. Good.
What is some good advice for me?
Altogether, Slowdive. Not terribly helpful.
What is my signature dancing song?
Pink Moon, Nick Drake.
What do I think my current theme song is?
Give my love to Rose, Johnny Cash. For ten long years I paid for what I done.
What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Siamese Twins, The Cure.
What type of men/women do you like?
A message, Coldplay. So this meme thing doesn't always work.
What kind of kisser are you?
Fifty-Fifty Clown, the Cocteau Twins. Insulting!
What's your style?
Some velvet morning, Slowdive. I can dig it.
What kind of lover are you?
Waiting for you, bangles.
What would be playing on a first date?
Singin' in the Rain, Gene Kelly. Maybe A's first date.
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Pretty (Ugly Before), Elliott Smith. Hopeful.