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October 2009
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No jello.

There’s an article that has links and reactions floating all over the interwebs. It’s basically a site for men, who are bemoaning the wussification of the USA. They are specifically talking about how SciFi on the SyFy channel has become dumb. They are blaming that on women. I’m pretty sure they are actually bemoaning a lot more than that and blaming those problems on women as well. I’ve talked with Carl about wussification. There’s this movement where we have to police and coddle everyone in and effort to redress some horrific shit that happens to some. I think a law that forced cracked down on teachers that molested gullible children whose parents weren’t watchful enough is a good thing. The fact that years later this trend means that teachers who follow the laws don’t dare touch their students is bad.

There’s a new FTC guideline that has very strict interpretations of disclosure and harsh penalties small bloggers and reviewers. I was talking with one of my labmates, he’s a really awesome dude (wicked smart, has really odd hours, super laid back and randomly shy), and he said “Well, I’m pretty sure they don’t actually WANT to go after every person that recommends something that was given to them.” I looked at him and said, then why don’t then change the guideliness so that they SAY that instead of having such a broad net. He said I had a point.

Ugh. I’m tired. I have a huge point here that I want to make about how people want to put something down in a code or law to address an inequality or problem or to attract a certain kind of attention or whatever and then it occurs to them, well, if x is good then x+y is better. We shouldn’t just make it incredibly awful for teachers who molest children, we should widen the definition of molestation. Possibly I’m missing the boat. I might come back later and actually put thought and effort into this.

long overdue

I have been studying the pictures on etsy of the handspun yarns that sold. I have come to a conclusion. You need pretty pictures. Closeups. Good lighting. I’ve compared and some of the yarn that has sold is very comparable to the stuff I have sitting in my guest room. I shall get on this!

Times like these when I really really wish Mommy were here. She’d be awesome at figuring out how to take gorgeous pics.

I also found a tool that I think will do my networked backups called Back In Time. Then I spent about a million hours trying to figure out where Nautilus automounts network samba shares. That was a major bitch and a half. It’s in a directory called .gvfs in the home directory. We’ll see how it goes. It’s been doing its thing for well over 2 hours now.


It snowed today. Started raining, turned to sleet then snow. Bear and I watched for a while, snuggled on the couch.

lalala Dragons lalala rivers in Egypt people

I’ve been avoiding getting online and avoiding my email because apparently when you accuse students of working too closely together, they freak out and try to get ahold of you by any and all means. My advisor is handling it. Scared and upset me like crazy on Friday though. Bear thinks I should get over it because I’m obsessing over a decision I already made (what to do about the students assignments). I wasn’t upset over my decision so much as I was upset over the reaction. We then did a late night grocery run. He also offered to go with me to the Sheep and Wool Festival in Rhinebeck if I wanted to get away. I really really did want to go, but I wanted to go with someone that would be excited too.

Instead I’ve been spinning and we watched a really good but upsetting movie, Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I think any woman going to see that movie should be forwarned that it can be VERY upsetting in certain scenes. I literally had to crawl behind Bear. He asked me if I wanted to stop watching it because I was shaking so bad and I don’t have the same triggers that abused women do. I was the one that wanted to see the movie. I mean, DRAGON TATTOO PEOPLE. And the tattoo was gorgeous. I think Bear liked the movie more than I did though.

Bear is currently educating me on boxing. I’m educating him on clothing. Poor boxer dude’s shorts are cheap and falling apart. Bear somehow thought I was mistaken until the pants literally started falling off him because they were falling apart so bad.

I think I chipped a tooth??