How did
Kitty fit her kitty through the modem? I thought it was just a graphic, until it *winked at me.
Very cool design, MizKitty!
Suzanne asks: My question is who speaks for those who must mete out what the law decrees?
My answer:
One would assume that law enforcement and those in the judicial system are in agreement with the federal and state laws that they are obligated to carry out on a daily basis. The laws are put into place by
your elected officials. Be careful who you vote for, they are representing you. Lobbiests are also a powerful force in getting laws changed, and/or greasing the palms of said elected officials.
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This just in from McAfee.com
W97M/Resume.a@mm is a variant of the W97M/Melissa family with a very dangerous payload. McAfee AVERT has given it a risk assessment of MEDIUM--ON WATCH. This is a worm and it spreads through email with an attachment in this format:
EXAMPLESubject: Resume - Janet Simons
To: Director of Sales/Marketing,
Message:
Attached is my resume with a list of references contained within. Please feel free to call or email me if you have any further questions regarding my experience. I am looking forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Janet Simons.
Attachment:
Explorer.doc If the file EXPLORER.DOC is opened, it forwards itself to everyone in your address book. When you close the attachment, it deletes files on your hard-drive. Please do not open the attachment.
For more information about this worm, go to
McAfee.com Virus Information Library.
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Something got me fired up this morning and it wasn't my obligatory cup of
caffeine.
I was reading
this.
Tiffany stated that she was reading the last meal of prisoners about to be executed
and what they requested for their last meal, and that it brought tears to
her eyes. In the end, she came around and decided that capital punishment
was still the right thing to do.
Capital punishment is a incendiary topic.
Let me throw that gasoline drenched rag right now.
Have you ever been a victim of violent crime? Do you know someone who has
been?
If you haven't then your stance might very well be, "Poor people about to
be executed! How horrible! How inhumane! How can we as a civilized society
allow this? Give them one more chance!
The reason that you think that is because the only 'voice' you ever hear
are about the people that are still alive and have a VOICE! The voice
of the perpetrator. Where is the voice of the
VICTIM?
Do Not Ever Forget the Victim!
They had no choice. Their last meal request was not taken into
consideration. They died in horror and in vain. They most likely cried out for their mother
"--Mommy, save me!" Please, I don't want to die! I'll do anything, please
don't kill me! In unbelievable pain and untold horror, the last thing
they see are the grinning evil eyes that are getting pleasure out
of seeing their life end. Their life force ebbing away, their last moments
in anguish. Where in all this are the victims second chance?
There should not ever be a second chance for those who commit the worst of
all possible sins.
Why do I feel so strongly about this?
I, myself have been on the receiving end of evil, but I was not killed. I
was held up --a gun pointed to my head, three days before Thanksgiving in
1988, in Santa Barbara, CA. There I was, innocently getting my nails done
in a nail salon. The perp burst through the door, came right up to me, put
the gun to my head and made me go into my purse and give him my money. Then
he went around the room and did the same to the others. Then he made us all
go into the bathroom, about 7 of us, where we cowered, our knees buckled,
expecting bullets to come flying any minute threw the door that he slammed
behind us. He then escaped. He did not shoot, but the horror of the possibility
was real and it was there and I shall never forget it. He was caught later
that day. Two weeks later, I went to a police line up. There were at least
50 people in the room that he had also robbed that day. His specialty was
going into businesses and robbing everyone in the place. Everyone picked
the same guy. The police said it was a repeat offender, in and out of jail
for the last 20 years.
But I digress. I am still alive. Here's the story I want you know. Scratch
that. You already know about the story I am about to tell you.
I am close with a family that has been through the horror of losing family
members to senseless murder, and this family has had to endure it publically,
--for the last 30 years. Just remember, the last words of
Sharon,
age 26, who was over eight months pregnant with her first child --were a
cry out into the darkness for her mother... And then she was dead.
I shall not rewrite what is already written. Please
visit the site
that I made for my friend Patti Tate, two years ago. Patti has had to
live her life in the shadow of murderers who were given the death sentence,
but through luck, and bad judicial decisions are still alive. If you or your
family have been victimized and were able to make a "victim impact statement"
at the trial, then you must thank Patti's mother, the late
Doris Tate. Their
whole lives have been ruined, altered and will never be the same due to senseless
murder. I beg of you. Never forget the voice of the victim.
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Oh cool, one of my favorite web people has started a blog,
Di's Dailies. If you remember,
years ago Di was the first one to make snow globes. She's gone on to more professional design work now, but her original idea lives on and on in countless pages on the web.
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Negative BloggingOkay, my turn to "log in" about what I think of negative blogging. If you
post something somewhat inflammatory
about someone else, expect to
get a flame or two back. I said
expect it.
If someone is posting an
opinion, realize that people hold their opinions
near and dear to them, so who are you to flame their opinion?
Imagine, sitting there minding your own business and seeing a bunch of links
coming in from another blog and you go there to see that the blogger has
negatively commented on your design. That is just plain
rude.
That would be the same as going up to someone at a cocktail party and saying
"what an ugly dress you have on!"
People need to think before they post and be able to differentiate between
an opinion, an argument, or a design element.
"Those who can create, do.
Those who can't, --critique."
:::Stepping off soap box now:::
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The Dream.
It was very long dream; it lasted for over 48 hours.
You know those dreams that seem so real that when you wake up,
you have shake the cobwebs and think for a minute or two...
"Did that really happen, or was it just a dream?"
I dreamt that I actually got together with a
group of women
that I'd been
conversing with for years over the internet. Even though I am now wide
awake, I can still hear their laughter ringing in my ears and still see their eyes
shining bright. Eight voices strong, their influence --positive.
Here are some tidbits from my dream.
I dreamt that Robin Cooper
aka QuietSiren flew to my house via a gigantic fire breathing
dragon, with
a 100 foot wingspan. This was a dumb dragon though, it got lost and
it took her about ten hours to get here. We kept
looking
up to the sky to see if she had arrived yet. We almost gave up
hope, but at 1:30am she was finally here! The greeting party was weary
and about to retire for the night themselves, so the hellos and hugs were
in the cold night rain, but our hearts were warm. Robin was fried,
her grip, tired. She said; "Do you know how hard it is to hold on to
a dragon and a bottle of Mondoro Asti Sparkling Italian wine?"
After she was rested, she hung with the group of us, even though she
is no longer
a fire breathing dragon herself. We were very relieved to have
her in our fold. She is a very special, and mature- beyond-her-years,
intelligent, warm person. Just like I knew she would be.
I dreamt that we sat around my kitchen table and told stories and talked
silly geek talk that we couldn't do with most other people "in our real lives".
We challenged each other, kidded each other, took a zillion pictures of each
other, ate yummy fattening food, drank Rum Runners, Bud and Baja Rosa, smoked
too many ciggies and took turns checking our email on ONE computer. In
my next dream we all have our own internet connection.
I dreamt that the talented and beautiful
Gabrielle, actually
showed me how she makes her fonts. How cool is that?
We had some quiet time on Sunday morning and I learned how intelligent and
"precise" she is in her thinking. This woman would make a great CFO of a
company. Inquisitive, cool, calm, and collected, Gab is the one who I'd choose
to be with in a life threatening situation.
I dreamt that
Patti cut short
her long awaited vacation to Virginia Beach, VA, just to come visit my dream.
Wasn't that nice of her? In my dream, Patti is an unbelievably successful
short story writer. Untold amounts of people from around the world wait with
baited breath to read what she writes next. They say she's "profound and
prolific", sort of like 'Erma Bombeck', --with angst...
Amazon should be making a killing off of her. She is so
successful and so famous, I feel so privileged to say that I know her.
In my dream, she's a "legend".
Eerily enough, I dreamed that
we
ate strange, orange creatures with shells, from the deep blue sea. We
were like heathens, eating them with our bare hands... tearing them apart
limb by limb, --spicy, messy, sticky and pungent... When I say "we", I think
that Faith and Patti abstained, oh well, more for us!
Faith and
Boris made the scene, in my dream. This is a dog that sits at the table
like a human. I know,
it's
not likely that a dog would do that, but hey it's MY dream!
Faith's
hair is beautiful, almost like an optical illusion. It
looks like it weighs about five pounds but it's deceptively light
and soft, like gossamer strands, it really blew my mind. I had a previous
dream where I was talking on the phone to Faith and she begged me to let
her wash the dishes should she ever come to my house. I didn't see
her do that in this dream, however. It's a good thing that the
night before I had a dream where I went to
Price Club and stocked
up on lots of plastic ware. Faith is wonderful. She, of course, is
a lawyer and soooo smart and witty. She's waaaaay nicer than she wants
everyone to believe. Oh. She doesn't want me to say that. She's a bitch.
I love her.
In my dream, I am walking through a garden with
Marlee. A
vegetable garden. I promise to give Marlee vegetable plants, as I have too
many, when she leaves my house and my dream. I forget to do that.
Marlee has to come back and visit me in my dreams again to get her
vegetables, or she'll have to go to a store and buy her own. Talking
to Marlee is like taking a looooong drink of water, refreshing. Her
being is spiritual and warm. It's so easy to hang with Marlee. She
is a gifted artist that is married to a gifted artist... I wish her the best.
I dreamed that Lisa
is a blonde elf who is only 4'10, one who makes beautiful sets and fonts.
She made me feel like a giant at 5'2. She loves her hubby and
her kids and her cats and her house with a barn. She drove down from
PA, and I heard tell that Supertramp was playing on the radio the whole way
down. The song was; "Take the long way home".
In my next dream I will give her a map! Lisa keeps the room alive with her
irreverent humor, she is a riot. Cute as a button. She will be
the bartender again in my next dream.
Lisa's Rum Runners
Equal parts:
Rum, Banana Liqueur, Apricot Brandy.
Grenadine Liqueur for color.
Add ice and Sunny Delite or orange juice. Hit the blender.
The artist simply known as
MizKitty appeared
in my dream. Can you believe it? She of world renown! How many
artists are more gifted at sharing their vision than this one? Not
many, her art is rarefied air, I tell you! Her presence is calming
and pleasant and as you all know she has a major sparkle in her eye and a
smile that could light up the night sky!
The best for last.
The reason that I had this dream is because I had a previous dream
that two and a half years ago I was accepted in to a group of special
women who would change my life for the better.
There is someone else who also dreams and she dreams BIG.
Dana, inventor
of and fearless leader of the
Digital Divas.
Dana is courage, conviction, and strength, personified. She rules
with a velvet glove and an iron fist. Go ahead, (Bill) and let her sweet
southern accent and petite blonde structure fool you. Anyone that
underestimates her is sunk, --I tell you. I could go on and on about
Dana, but she blushes easily. Also, I don't want to get her too worked up,
knowing that she's running around her house, gesticulating, she might knock
something off the shelves.
The lesson of this dream.
That "real" friends are those you share your heart with,
even if you don't necessarily share the local geography.
My next dream includes many more Divas.
I hope they have the same dream as I have.
Please don't wake me up, let me sleep in some more...
It was a wonderful, sweet dream, I want to go back...
Too bad it was just a dream...or was it?
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