Radiogurl a la Carte

Friday, Apr. 07, 2006
Friday Shopping and Ebola Doomsday

It's Frrrriiiiiiidaaaaayyyy!

Yep, the last day of the work week and (thank God) my short day today. I only work until 1:30, after which I'll be heading home and pick up MC and force him into the cruel and unusual punishment of going shopping with me. Scary part of the matter is that he claims to like shopping. I even think in his case it's the truth.

Our expedition this afternoon will be hitting a local store (not Wally World if I can help it) to obtain a wedding gift for the fiasco wedding tomorrow. I haven't got a clue what to get, since these are folks who are somewhere in the age range of myself and MC, only they've presumably had more stable lives and are combining two actual whole households. MC insists we should buy them something decorative, so I'm dragging his butt along to figure out what that entails, bwahaha!

As much as I joke about it, MC actually does have excellent taste in that regard, having already made some pretty remarkable finds since he's been here with me. I think I mentioned before, he's got a lot of years of working in the art and antiques business, so he's got an eye for the really good stuff AND the idea of shopping doesn't faze him. Not that we've got the money for the really good stuff, but I'm thinking a trip to Beall's should turn up something fairly decent for what we've got to spend. At least that's what I'm hoping.

I hope that today is a little less frantic than yesterday was. I worked on web projects last night until nearly midnight then had to be up at 5 this morning for work. I'm functioning today on a combination of caffeine and sugar rush. I got a little irked with MC; the deal was that he was supposed to handle the bulk of the Internet business stuff, and this week that didn't happen. I know he's still not feeling up to par, so I am kind of letting it slide, but I'm not exactly up to running a marathon myself, plus I'm working full time days managing the radio station. I also allow that he does keep the house spotless, does dishes and vacuuming and dusting, even makes the bed. It's kind of a razor's edge some days as to whether or not I have a right to get irritated. When it comes down to it, though, having a right or not doesn't keep me from occasional bouts of - well, not out-and-out anger, but it definitely bugs me.

Somewhere over the course of the past couple of days, some kind soul took pity on me and bought me a SuperGold membership here at Diaryland. I would've still posted without it - but this way I don't have to futz with timeouts and could even *gasp* set up Diaryland comments if I so chose. Whoever gifted me with this didn't leave a calling card, so all I can do is send out a ginormous thanks to whoever's responsible. I really do appreciate it!

I have some new pictures to post as soon as I can sneak them off of MC's laptop. When we were at the dog park a few days ago I got some nice shots of MC and Toby, our raggedy barking gray mop. We wanted a picture of Toby before he gets cleaned up, and the only way to keep him still was for MC to hold him! MC didn't even give me his typical whine, "I hate having my picture taken!" in this case. I am willing to overlook the fact that he took some sneaky snapshots of me, too. And no, I don't intend to post those pictures. I happen to hate having my picture taken, too - and don't have to post them if I don't wanna, neener neener!

This weekend is supposed to be absolutely gorgeous - lots of sunshine and daytime highs in the low 70's F. It's been rainy every few days for the past three weeks or so. I'm looking forward to the sunshine again!

On a different note, one top scientist ostensibly is calling for the extermination of 90 percent of the world's population, using the Ebola virus as a biological agent to carry out the genocide. Isn't that special? The person's name is Eric Pianka and he's a professor at the University of Texas. He says the decimation of the world's population is only a pandemic away from reality anyway. He says that there's a strain of Ebola that's now confined to monkeys but unlike the version that currently infects humans, it's spread by airborne means. The only way a human can presently contract the catastrophic disease is direct physical contact with infected blood. Pianka says that it's only a matter of time until the human strain goes airborne, too, and when it does, humanity will quickly come to a grinding halt.

Perhaps what's more frightening is that in the elitist environment to which Pianka purveys his doctrine of human destruction, his students and several academics agree with him.

One of Pianka's quotes? "Good terrorists would be taking [Ebola Roaston and Ebola Zaire] so that they had microbes they could let loose on the Earth that would kill 90 percent of people."

Gee... like the terrorist element needs to hear THAT.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )