Not a Rant[tm}

In kradical's journal, he went on a semi-rant about the (ab)use of "i" and "e" in front of everything.

Me, I'm still stuck on the fact that it's now considered acceptable usage to say email instead of e-mail. Not by me, it isn't, she said, brandishing her (wooden) cane and chomping her (ivory) fake teeth....


I blame text messaging. Lord knows I abuse texting as much as the next non-teenaged non-geek (my cell phone bill proves that) but it takes me the same amount of time to type the full word in as it does to enter some stupid semi-abbreviated code. Using "U" instead of "you" or similar silliness while corresponding with me? Some folk have already learned that this is...dangerous. To say the least.

If I'm worth the time to talk to, I'm worth the effort of a complete word. Except 'k. At this point, I've caved on the use of 'k. But I feel slightly dirty for it.

On that topic, I have come up with a new technological breakthrough that will make me famous, if not rich. It's an attachment to your iPod that allows you to interact with other people, exchange ideas, and put forward propositions into a group.


It's called an iThink.


In stores by next December. Start saving your pennies now.

*shamefaced admission*

Hi, my name is suri, and I... love my car.



It's silly, and it's sad, but it's true. Picked Darcy up this afternoon after a ten day stay at the babysitter's dealer's (he had to have the gas tank replaced -- thank god the warranty was still in effect!) and getting back into the driver's seat was...

well, it was like coming home.


Mind you, the loaner car I had during that time was very nice (a brand-new A3 hatchback), but the difference in driving was noticable: the A4 is just still a better car. Plus, Darcy has lumbar support in the seats. Ahhhhh.....


I know, I know, there are some of you who Don't Get It. Fine. More road for the rest of us.

seasonal questions...

Why was Santa such a bigot, to tell Rudolph he couldn't be on the sleigh team when he was just a wee foal, because his nose glowed? Where was affirmative action when Rudy needed it?

(oh great. Now I'm feeling an urge to do a Fractured Fairytales version of modermizing Rudolph...)


And anyone other than me suspect, based on this protrayal, that Mrs. Claus was just a beard, and Santa and Herbie the dentist-elf were getting it on back in the toy workshop?


Yes, Rudolph's on tv tonight. God, watching this is just... it's got such a homosexual (not-quite-sub)text. Really.

I mean, come on. Rudolph's dad tells him to 'cover up' so he'll be able to play with the other kids, and get a decent job. The boys pick on him and the girls giggle when his 'nose cover' falls off during the reindeer games. He has to go on the road with another (rather delicate, with great hair) misfit (and encounter a great burly he-man who takes them under his wing) in order to find the strength to come back and be proud of who he was...

Uh-huh.


What? I am NOT procrastinating work. I'm...indulging in historical social research via the textual deconstruction of a media icon. Yeah, that's it.