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This is a great post taking apart a stupid editorial that I'm not going to link to because I don't want to give the author more hits. There is a link to the editorial at the top of the blog post, if you'd like to read it before reading the dissection. (I have no objections to anyone reading it, I just don't want to give her any hits from here. I know it's dumb. I just don't care so much.)

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Oooooooh. Starz Inside: The Pixar Story. The Pixar Story is a documentary from Oscar-nominated filmmaker Leslie Iwerks, granddaughter of animation legend Ub Iwerks. The film, which enjoyed a limited theatrical release in the U.S. last fall, takes viewers on a dramatic journey behind the scenes of the Northern California-based toon shop and explores how John Lasseter, Ed Catmull and Steve Jobs got together in the mid 1980s to create a studio that would revolutionize the animation industry.

It airs on April 22.

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In Defense of Complaining by Cory Doctorow. Complain about a company, and you'll be accused of being a whiner. But markets thrive on information, so it's every customer's right to complain, and every company's obligation to shut up and listen.

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In “Love and Consequences,” a critically acclaimed memoir published last week, Margaret B. Jones wrote about her life as a half-white, half-Native American girl growing up in South-Central Los Angeles as a foster child among gang-bangers, running drugs for the Bloods.

The problem is that none of it is true.

The thing I don't understand is, why do people bother to write fake memoirs? Why not publish said memoirs as the fiction they are. Finding out that the stuff in a novel didn't really happen isn't going to ruin any careers. It's all ridiculous.

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I meant to post yesterday. So now you get two (count em, *two*!) posts for the price of one. What a bargain.

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( Memes ahoy )

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I know that I've said this to darthgeek before, but I'm not sure I've ever mentioned it here.

There are several Tom & Jerry cartoons that feature a baby duck who's utterly depressed and decides to end it all by letting Tom eat him. Tom, being a cat, is happy to provide this service. Jerry is horrified and saves the baby duck, over and over, finally convincing him to live to quack another day.

I have seen many, many people complaining about how cartoon violence will make children into murder machines. And not *once* have I ever heard/read anyone so much as *mention* the suicidal baby duck!

Which is one of those things that could cause a bit of scarring. Though, they're actually some of my favorite T&J cartoons (along with the ones with Jerry's nephew, especially the one where they were Musketeers). Which might not be the best argument for them. ;)

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I don't usually mind sleeping alone. Beyond the fact that I didn't start permanently sharing a bed with anyone till I was in my late twenties, Jeff and my sleep schedules were at least somewhat off from about the time Sam was born till he stopped working the night shift when she was fourish. Add in a heavy pinch of insomnia on my part and while I love falling asleep with him, I'm quite used to not doing it.

But, I've found out that I don't like *going* to bed alone, at night. If it's still light out, I don't even think of it. But if it's dark, I don't like going into the room and nobody being there. Which is kind of an odd thing to miss.

I've also found that I keep to my side. When I was living in hell Norwich, Ct. and he'd come up for a visit, I'd sleep on his side of the bed for about a week afterward, then I'd migrate back to mine. Now, I sleep where I always do. Oddly, I don't sleep in the middle at all.

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Really, really hate my allergies. Yes, a bit more than yesterday. But not quite as much as tomorrow.

Sooo tired. I think the allergy meds have kicked in. If they haven't, I guess I'm bleary enough not to care. So, gonna try sleep again. I wanted to make potato bread today...I'd really like that to happen. But I suppose being half-asleep and baking isn't the best idea in the world. I reeeeeally hope that my sinuses are no longer achy when I wake up.

Four.

(no subject)

This is a great post taking apart a stupid editorial that I'm not going to link to because I don't want to give the author more hits. There is a link to the editorial at the top of the blog post, if you'd like to read it before reading the dissection. (I have no objections to anyone reading it, I just don't want to give her any hits from here. I know it's dumb. I just don't care so much.)

~~~

Oooooooh. Starz Inside: The Pixar Story. The Pixar Story is a documentary from Oscar-nominated filmmaker Leslie Iwerks, granddaughter of animation legend Ub Iwerks. The film, which enjoyed a limited theatrical release in the U.S. last fall, takes viewers on a dramatic journey behind the scenes of the Northern California-based toon shop and explores how John Lasseter, Ed Catmull and Steve Jobs got together in the mid 1980s to create a studio that would revolutionize the animation industry.

It airs on April 22.

~~~

In Defense of Complaining by Cory Doctorow. Complain about a company, and you'll be accused of being a whiner. But markets thrive on information, so it's every customer's right to complain, and every company's obligation to shut up and listen.

~~~

In “Love and Consequences,” a critically acclaimed memoir published last week, Margaret B. Jones wrote about her life as a half-white, half-Native American girl growing up in South-Central Los Angeles as a foster child among gang-bangers, running drugs for the Bloods.

The problem is that none of it is true.

The thing I don't understand is, why do people bother to write fake memoirs? Why not publish said memoirs as the fiction they are. Finding out that the stuff in a novel didn't really happen isn't going to ruin any careers. It's all ridiculous.

~~~

I meant to post yesterday. So now you get two (count em, *two*!) posts for the price of one. What a bargain.

~~~
( Memes ahoy )

~~~

I know that I've said this to darthgeek before, but I'm not sure I've ever mentioned it here.

There are several Tom & Jerry cartoons that feature a baby duck who's utterly depressed and decides to end it all by letting Tom eat him. Tom, being a cat, is happy to provide this service. Jerry is horrified and saves the baby duck, over and over, finally convincing him to live to quack another day.

I have seen many, many people complaining about how cartoon violence will make children into murder machines. And not *once* have I ever heard/read anyone so much as *mention* the suicidal baby duck!

Which is one of those things that could cause a bit of scarring. Though, they're actually some of my favorite T&J cartoons (along with the ones with Jerry's nephew, especially the one where they were Musketeers). Which might not be the best argument for them. ;)

~~~

I don't usually mind sleeping alone. Beyond the fact that I didn't start permanently sharing a bed with anyone till I was in my late twenties, Jeff and my sleep schedules were at least somewhat off from about the time Sam was born till he stopped working the night shift when she was fourish. Add in a heavy pinch of insomnia on my part and while I love falling asleep with him, I'm quite used to not doing it.

But, I've found out that I don't like *going* to bed alone, at night. If it's still light out, I don't even think of it. But if it's dark, I don't like going into the room and nobody being there. Which is kind of an odd thing to miss.

I've also found that I keep to my side. When I was living in hell Norwich, Ct. and he'd come up for a visit, I'd sleep on his side of the bed for about a week afterward, then I'd migrate back to mine. Now, I sleep where I always do. Oddly, I don't sleep in the middle at all.

~~~

Really, really hate my allergies. Yes, a bit more than yesterday. But not quite as much as tomorrow.

Sooo tired. I think the allergy meds have kicked in. If they haven't, I guess I'm bleary enough not to care. So, gonna try sleep again. I wanted to make potato bread today...I'd really like that to happen. But I suppose being half-asleep and baking isn't the best idea in the world. I reeeeeally hope that my sinuses are no longer achy when I wake up.

Four.