Diatribe for the Unknown

changing the blog

moving the blog over to http://dazedtdriver.blogspot.com/

decided, why should i pay for a blog anymore when i can get one for free with the same options?
during the next couple days i'll be moving all of my old blog content over...so don't expect any entries quite yet...

debbie downer

wow, if you ever wanted a shot of reality, please take some time to read this series by the washington post (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/nation/walter-reed/index.html) on stories of vets coming back from iraq with post traumatic stress disorder and other problems. it is pretty ridiculous that our own country fails to give these men and women the care they deserve. it is frustrating that people are failing to accept the realities of these diseases and blaming the injured vets themselves. why do we not have better facilities for these people?

though from some of classes i've taken this has always been the case. military service men and women have never gotten the care they needed in all the wars we've fought as a nation. last year for a class, we had the chance to meet some disabled veterans from the vietnam and afghanistan wars at umass. we also met someone who was vietnamese who lived in vietnam when the US invaded. it was really mind altering to get such a different perspective, especially one that you never really get to hear. some people don't realize what is going on. even i don't know much of what is going on. but read some of the stories to get a point of view...it will bring you back down from that cloud.

i win, i win!

for some reason i like to create competition. a week ago, i was in a stationary store killing time before a restaurant week dinner invite and i happened upon a deck of cards called the puzzle master - will shortz' mind bogglers. it took me a couple seconds to solve the puzzle on the back of the deck so i decided to purchase the deck in case for some reason the conversation at dinner was lacking...

of course, i forgot about the deck and they've been sitting in a bag in my room for the past week. fast forward to last night, i randomly remember that i still had the deck and tried to explain the puzzle to my friends. of course i butcher the puzzle i'm referring to but generate some interest. we decide to have a mind boggler's competition where i will be sending a puzzle from the deck out via email once a day. if a person gets it right, they get a point. i'll be keeping track of points and every so often, i'll be giving a prize out.

and since i'm such a freak, i created an excel spreadsheet of the point totals. i thought i'd share that here...

		Mind Boggler Number
Participants	Total Points	P1	P2	P3	P4	P5	P6	P7	P8
turtle	1	1
drunk gf	1	1
drama	0
e	0

so that is my story on competition creation. hope you enjoyed it.

in conclusion, the puzzle on the back of the deck was:
add two letters to the word REVISITING and rearrange the result to name one of the 50 us states. which one is it?

tummy rocks

nothing quite makes a day like not having a key to your own apt. i think i've gone a couple months without using my own key which leads to the question...where is my key? right now i'm hanging out on my porch feeling pretty lucky that the weather is beautious.

a positive could be that it gives me time to update this thing. wahoo!

what do I have for you today? welp I found out today that if you have exactly $1.70 and a charlie card, you can ride the t and the bus. i was frantically looking for a bus transfer at davis square and found a nice gentlemen who explained to me the 3 hour window i get if i buy a ride on my charlie card. unfortunately for those poor charlie ticket souls, they don't have the same option.

there is my i learnt something new today tidbit for those uneducated types.

my apt letter-inner is here. enjoy your monday for what it is...monday.

uniform unagi

sometimes i wish i was the high-tech nerd i have no way in hell of being - here is an example of nerdism at its finest. oh i'm just hanging out in my dorm room so why don't i just break the mbta charlie card code system. imagine breaking a code in sweatpants...now that is hawt.

imagine though, how fun it would be to get paid a lot of money to hack into different computer systems. i went to see the movie, untraceable, a couple months ago and i was in love with the job diane lane and colin hanks' characters had. i would love to just sit in front of a computer and catch criminals. working for the fbi and cia would be fabulous because i feel i have the qualities to keep things under wraps. like even now when someone asks me what i do for work, i just say...i work in biopharma and it ends at that. plus i never talk about myself unless i'm with master kellam, she brings my conceited self out. alright work must be done as my boss is out with a lung (pneumonia).

life in a black boot part deux

my recent activities have been restricted due to life in a black boot (please see part uno for a visual). i can't do any sort of activity that requires the use of legs so i've been trying to get creative with ways of exercising my body despite an out of commission limb...okay not really, i've become the ideal candidate for obesity studies.

some of my daily activities include:
one. using my now perfect puppy dog eyes and display of black boot so others can exert energy on my behalf for that glass of water or daily chore i need done (works out the face)
two. mapping out the least amount of walking possible at work/home (works out the quads)
three. exercising the fingers using each once for every trip on the elevator at work (works out the arms)
four. getting the only seat in the bar or any other social setting to further flatten the nice ass (works out the gluteus maximus)
five. doing one armed pushups (is non-sensical)
five. five random instances of doing the robot (works out the whole body minus said ooc limb)

as you can see from some of the activities...life in a black boot is not all it is cut out to be. you may get people to feel sorry for you but if that person ever has a failing limb...they will hand you that iou coupon back. but...no one can take those robot moves from me dammit!

okay, i have to go give my ailing limb a bath or actually my hot nurse is calling to give my ailing limb a hot bath. poor me.

life in a black boot part uno

donut detail

tip for the citers:

make your way to the alewife area starbucks in cambridge for some easy citation ticket give-a-ways during morning hours. you'll find people who park across 2 lanes (must be blind), illegal non-handicap parkers, vehicles parked in front of the sidewalk leading to the entrance, and huge trucks that make their own spot in the middle of the parking lot driving route. though I shouldn't just call out trucks as there are other car models involved.

disclaimer: my advance apologies for the subject line, to those policepeople that keep our country morally right. i just had an experience with an a-hole cop this morning that caused me to scoff at policepeople in general. it is my daily contribution to the stereotypes being said around the world.

signed, the black boot

misadventures in babysitting - quote of the day

"you can find a husband that will love you passionately and appreciate you for who you are if you go to eharmony.com" - isabelle, 6 years old

stand 4 feet away

i have the distinct pleasure of taking a bus up to maine right as i type this. it brings to mind some interesting thoughts and questions. first thought is i never thought so many people took buses up yonder. for every 2 seat section there is one person with some instances of both seats being used. for those people who had bad timing working in their favor and had to share a section with someone, my question is, how do they decide who to sit by?

i am sure there is some racial profiling and stereotypes being thrown around. so what is my criteria for potential section sharing partners? welp such criteria involves hotness, being a female with a more likely to section share if between the ages of 21-30, the more femme-y the better. i wish i could say that i don't care who i sit by but these are some of the thoughts that go through my head. luckily this time, i didn't have to stereotype or pick favorite strangers.

welp, now i need to focus on not touching anything. there are some mysterious stains all over my section that could prolly be picked up by a black light so i need to save my energy. but definitely check back for adventures with rhi babysitting....yikes.

careless stubfinder

i wish i was programmed with the ability to budget my money wisely. if i could go back in time when my genes were being pulled together to create me or back to the time when i witnessed that frivolous spending spree that created this need for me to spend money whenever i get it, i would be wealthier. i guess i could blame my mom and dad as they may have played a slight role in this. one of my memories as a child...a favorite memory of mine...happened whenever my dad got paid. there was excitement when this happened because a)my parents were usually happier because they would have money, b)going out for dinner was a celebration, and c)usually the prospect of being able to receive a sort of allowance or the opportunity to get an entertaining personal item was a reality (entertaining personal items include - cds/toys/shoes/clothes/you know stuff kids/teenagers want). my dad is pretty easy going when it comes to money. when he has it, he likes to give it away - be it through dinners, presents, or loans. he likes to share the wealth. this is my favorite trait of his.

either way, i may have inherited that trait. when i have more money than i have fingers, i tend to splurge and forget that a budget would be important...then a week later, i'm broke and eating ramen. i can't help it though, i show my likeness for people by purchasing things for them. there is another reason for this that involved my childhood but i prefer to save that for another time.

onto other things, i think a dust bunnie has taken over my immune system. my nose is raw and my head is pounding and full of liquid ooze. i've never been this sick in one season before, it is getting to the point of rhi-diculousness. but it brings me to a rhi special alert...if you have the chance, get a flu shot - the new england area has widespread flu activity...a cause for alarm - http://www.cdc.gov/flu/weekly/index.htm.

so people, wash your hands thoroughly and stay away from the mbta handrails. rhi thanks you for your precautionary measures.

electric meatballs

nothing seems to ease that hurt in your life like a perfect meatball sub. now i know that this doesn't apply to people across the globe, maybe i am the only person that the first sentence can apply to.

either way, i have a nice dose of carpal tunnel turning my arm into a claw. i tried to fix my light switch at lunch today only to receive a nice jolt of electricity to the body system. and i'm still stunned along with the rest of patriot nation on our recent super bowl loss. history has been written and per usual i do not like the paper version.

so to put all those hurt feelings to rest, on my way to get a soy mocha in davis square at lunch today...the sudden aroma of an italian sub shop hit me like a slap in the face. i immediately followed my now bloodhound-like senses into the shop and ordered a meatball and provolone sub. unfortunately i do not remember the name of said shop but now that i've finished the sub, i'm hooked.

for those wanting something to complete them, if even for a couple minutes...try a meatball sub. it does the body good.

the test of things to come...

apparently one can update their blog from their phone. yes that's right, rhi is coming live from her cellular location. maybe this will encourage me to blog more and more likely it'll lead these wrists to carpal tunnel. oh the american dream...

Perfect Pats

just read an entertaining articles by Chuck Klosterman about the pats quest for perfection - http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/eticket/story?page=perfectpats

it brings some wonderful thoughts to mind. one, Brady is a robot. two, Klosterman knows way more about sports than i do. three, the pats will be going down in history no matter how the super bowl will play out. i think we are all set as long as brady refrains from wire malfunction.

in other news, it is friday and I'm glad. it was a rough friday nonetheless as i had another brutal team meeting. right now it is 1:30 and i still have a ton of things to do before i leave work for the day. the only thing i want to do right now is sports illustrate. or play counter strike because i'm addicted to a lame video game that involves the help of 12 year old adolescent boys. though the most amusing thing about this video game of mine is that i've been playing on an online replublican server where a banner comes up every once in awhile that says "don't vote democrat". it cracks me up while i proceed to shoot terrorists (Ts) named rosie odonell and jon stewart...but don't worry because i say i'm sorry to jon.

which brings me to another point...i've been playing on this republican server for about 3 weeks now. i've bonded with the guys on it. so here is the problem...a)they don't know i'm a girl, b)they don't know i'm a democrat, and c)they don't know i'm gay. our only connection thus far is that we are nerds who like to go on the computer, team up together to overthrow the T bots, all the while laughing at each other if one of us happens to get killed by one of these T bots. but because of my sudden interest in their server and my pretty good stats as a CounterT, i'm afraid they will ask that i sign up with their "team" and as i sit here telling my story, i find this whole thing pretty comical. either way, i'm unsure if i want to join their "team" as it would require a profile of myself. there is a side of me that would find it funny to create a persona though...so i may test out how this goes...i'll provide updates if this scenario happens.

alright, i'm done.

Diverse Group

Now what can be more exciting than going to a Vaudeville show.
http://oddville.eventbrite.com/

Sunday, come...it'll be a blast!