1. I was really frustrated at work today, but then I started drinking lots of Diet Coke (like 6 cans) and all of a sudden I felt better.  I think it was a caffeine.  But now I can’t sleep…
2. When my neighbors upstairs get it on, their muffled sounds remind me of whales communicating under water.
3. I’ve been watching Conan Obrien on Hulu every night before I go to sleep.  It makes me sad that the show is over, and I’m starting to ration it because I’m on the very last two shows.  I think it’ll be a few years before “America comes around,” so until then we’ll have to stick with Jay, Sarah Palin, and crazy conservative media personalities that make red states seem like a total joke with bipolar disease.  Please don’t think I’m trying to compare Jay Leno to republicans.  They’re just in the same sentence b/c I think Jay’s humour and show appeal more to 1) an older demographic and 2) probably a more conservative demographic.  On another note, I noticed where NBC cut off Conan’s spending wasting NBC’s money.  The scene’s taken off Hulu and NBC.com, although it aired during the original TV show.  I guess I’ll just have to YouTube the darn thing.
4. I started my first day of class in calligraphy today.  I’m so excited about all the cool pens that I get to buy, and I finally have a use for my Moleskin with graphing paper, if I can find it.  (I have way too many Moleskins just laying around.)  Jean’s taking the class with me, and we’re going shopping this weekend.  I can’t wait to show people what I got.  It’s just the first class, but I’m so excited that I already want to sign up for the Copperplate class that comes after this.  I heard it’s going to be at another location that’s closer to work.  As of now, it takes me about 1/2 hour to get there from work with traffic, which means that it’s adding 15 min to my commute… In case you didn’t already know, this will mean that I drive 1.5 hours to work in the morning + .5 hours to class + 1.25 hours back home.  That’s 3.25 hours of driving on Tuesdays, instead of 2.5.  I don’t care though.  It’s so worth it.
5. Four’s not a good number in Chinese.  I should probably say something else.  Oh yes, I lifted weights today.  I’m hoping my chest won’t hurt in the morning.  I’m trying to do more pectoral exercises, so that my boobs won’t sag when I get older (*ding* I’m older).  Also, the scale says that I’ve lost 3-4 lbs since Sunday, which is weird and I don’t quite believe it.  We’ll see how much I weigh tomorrow.

That’s it for now! Night!  I hope I can finally fall asleep.

I love her, and I think she’s starting to accept me as a permanent fixture in her life as well.

Muah!

1. In the Kitchen, she’s expectant.

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2. In the living room, she’s playful and absolutely hates to be pet.  I think it’s because I’m always saying “NO!” when she’s playing with the plant, and she’s all freaked out that I’m going to chase her around for being bad.  It’s also where her scratching post is.  I love that she actually uses it (I introduced it to her when she was still a baby and just arrived.  I put her in the bathroom for the first week, so she could get used to me and trust me… She’s really familiar with it. ).

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3. In the bedroom, she’s super cuddly and purrs so much.  She also nestles in my arms and sucks and pushed on my arms, like I’m her mommy and she’s sucking on a nipple (no, I don’t have a nipple on my arm; yes, it’s a little weird, although very endearing).

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4. In the bathroom, she’s really curious and always playing hide and seek with me through the shower curtain or sitting in the sink.  Apparently, she loves licking sink water and then lying in it.  She’s also very fond of the bathtub.  Sometimes, she also drinks out of the toilet, which is really gross, so the lid’s almost always closed, unless I forget… which I don’t anymore, since she also likes nuzzling, smelling and licking me with the same tongue. (ewwwwwwww)….

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This is how little she used to be.  I’m so surprised that she’s grown so much… I totally didn’t notice!! Look how loose the collar is!

[Sorry, this post isn't about "food politics"; it's more about "food" and "politics."]

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During dinner with a couple friend last night, my girl friend said, “I’m really surprised we didn’t talk about politics tonight.  I always thought you were really knowledgeable about it.” (or something like that…)

A few reactions instantaneously popped into my head:

• Oh, that’s so flattering!  Thank you.
• I don’t know as much about the election, or politics in general, as I should.  But thanks for thinking that.  I’ll definitely work harder on doing my research and finding out the details of each candidate’s platforms.
• My friend M from college could blow me out of the water.  Are you kidding? I’m like novice ^infinity.
• Uh… sorry… *munch munch munch*… This salmon is delicious.  I can’t stop… *munch* eating *munch*… what were we talking about again?  (BTW, thanks for the recipe.  Seriously.  Best salmon ever!)

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Truth is I have done my research.  After the primaries and finally accepting the Obama over Clinton win, I didn’t know much about McCain Camp.  In fact, I saw him in Letterman and thought, “Wow, he’s a really nice guy.  Maybe we’ll have a real reformer on the Republican end, and American can see social reform AND lower taxes.” Wait… don’t stop reading… [and definitely don't use this as a sound byte]… cuz I was dead wrong.  Let me repeat that dead bleeping wrong.

So I started by watching the news, reading political blogs, monitoring links and bites on Twitter and Tumblr (yes, I admit this is overly liberal).  Most importantly, I went to each candidate’s websites.  Now, some may think that’s the last place to go.  After all, this is where McCain and Obama get to paint their picture perfect version of the U.S.  But that’s exactly what I want.  If their websites aren’t able to convince me (and most of my friends are liberals and campaign commercials are always too vague and inflammatory), then what will?

I’ve written over the past few weeks, posts on some of the issues where McCain and Obama take diverging stances (to put it lightly).  This is what I’ve discovered:

Fuck the issues.

FUCK THE ISSUES.

Here’s why.  We’re trapped in a jacked up love triangle.  The only choices are McCain or Obama (realistically anyway), and we have to choose.  Now both want to get elected, so they’ll sweet talk us and send us flowers and promise to love us forever.  They’re politically wooing us right now.  Each has their own strengths and weaknesses.  Each their own opinions on issues.

But the question we really need to ask ourselves is, “Which one is going to stick around after we’ve said yes and let them have their way with us?”

Or better yet, “Who do we trust?”

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We know that McCain hasn’t always been faithful to the Republican party.  He’s a maverick, right?

We know that he has to answer to major corporations.  So when the economy’s gone to shit (“We have about a year… a year and a half more of this…” according to an analyst after Pepsi Co. fired… sorry… ‘laid off’ over 3,000 employees today), who’s McCain going to come home to?  The public?  He’s already had us.  We voted for him and everything.  Obviously, from the last 8 years, we’ve proven that impeachment doesn’t work.  Or the major corporations and banks like Citigroup and Bank of America, who can very much affect McCain, his friends and the people around him?

We know McCain picked one of the most inexperienced Vice Presidential candidates in history, and she’s completely incapable of answering the simplest questions with preparation and note cards.  She’s a smooth talker, so there’s no excuses.  Palin just didn’t know the answer.  You comfortable with that?  Cuz I sure ain’t.

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Now, what do we know about Obama?

Obama championed to stop all lobbying.  What does mean?  Hold back, giant corporations.  Thou shall not influence his decisions on whether to benefit the rich or the poor.

His platforms are not based on broad statements about how hardworking Americans are or how we deserve better.  Are we hardworking?  Sure.  Do we deserve better?  If we earn it, then yes.  But those aren’t his points.  Obama has specific goals and plans that he says he will carry out over the next four years.  It doesn’t mean that he will, but I sure trust specific timelines and strategies over general, sweeping wishes.

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So there you have it.  I choose Obama because I believe he will be true to his word.  And that’s more important than all the promises in the world.

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[Image courtesy of shiftingheat. There used to be an image here, but the artist (not the one linked) is being a poopface (read: complete asshole) about credits.  FYI, I'm more than happy to credit your art, but 1) please allow time to do so, i.e. more than a day, and 2) tell me which piece is yours.  I'm too lazy to scour the internets to figure it out, so please help me. ]

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On a completely different note…

Google,

I believe in you, and I believe that I would deliver 110% as your Chief Marketing Officer… err… you don’t have a CMO?  Really?  Well, let me get right back to ya on the specific title, all righty?

You embody the right philosophy, and your employees deserve praise for their innovation and dedication.  Together, we can make a better internet.  We can kick Yahoo’s ass and leave victorious.  Now is not the time to withdraw and hide.  We need to dedicate as many resources as possible to this vital threat.  Screw Microsoft, Powerset, Ask, Facebook and the others.  Yahoo’s the real threat.

And let’s make sure Google’s staff has the tools for making more innovations.  We shouldn’t educate them on the best practices for managing a side project/start-up.  Instead, we should verbally dissuade them from making anything new, but let’s make sure they have the tools just the same.

Oh, last thing.  In this ailing economy, Google certainly understands the hardships people are having.  We should pay larger dividends on all Google stock.  Sure, the payout benefits major shareholders and the executive management the most, but it’ll all trickle down.  A payout’s a payout, right?

… Google.  I know with me as your CMO, we will make a brighter internet for tomorrow.  Sure, I’m just two years out of college, but I have been the social director, professional chair and president of multiple clubs.  And heck, I manage a WordPress blog, a Tumblelog and a Twitter.  If that doesn’t make me fit to be CMO, I sure as heck don’t know what will.

Vote fer… err… hire me!

Your patrio… supporter,

Jany

Update: July 6, 2010  Apparently, I didn’t credit the artist (totally not going to pimp him out) for one of the above images.  Apologies.  That image has since been removed (at least I don’t have to deal with him anymore).

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WANTED: Mon Petit Coeur!  $5,000 reward for napping kitteh, who likes to eat mah fortune trees.

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The only time she lets me take pictures is when she’s asleep.  Srsly, I’m like a really sucky paparazzi.

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A very good fake for “International I Have No Left Leg Day.”

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Since Mon Petit Coeur might be a bit long for regular conversation, I’m also going to nickname her Môme (or sparrow) after Edith Piaf avec the variations mona o mimi.

So without further interruption or random anecdotes, Mon Petit Coeur:

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You no can has my ball… Whatchu lookin at?

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Why you up dere?

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Oh… hai.  I are trying to get ball.

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My tongue… it are huge… I would make a great seduck… seducktre… I are hot

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It are mine.  I know look direktly at camera.  It will take my soul.

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I are look good from any direktion.

*cough cough*

baby skunks are cute.

my kitteh is stinky.

*bows*

*scurries off*

Please welcome my new kittie!

She’s 2 1/2 months old, a brown tabby and just about the most adorable thing ever. Last Thursday, I went to the EastBay SPCA to look at kitties, and over the weekend, I picked her up (because I needed time to buy all her supplies and set everything up. Her bowls are ceramic cuteness).

I have her all set up in the bathroom for the week to slowly get her accustomed to her new home, but this morning, she was already pining to go out and explore the rest of the house. When we, boy and I, first brought her home, she always ran to the back of the toilet whenever someone opened the door. But I visited her a lot through the afternoon and night yesterday, so now she’s comes to me when I call (well the few times I tried) and nuzzles my hand. Also, she purrs incessantly, which made it that much harder to leave the house this morning. (I’m hoping that feeding her will force me to get up earlier in the morning, so I’m not always running ridiculously late.)

This is SO exciting. I’m a first time pet-owner and definitely first time mommy, so I’ll post more anecdotes and lesson learned as we move forward. Of course there will be LOTS and LOTS of pictures.

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One dilemma: I have no idea what to call her. Names are so hard because I want something that goes with her character but is also ‘profound’ or at least a double entendre (not the sexual kind).

Eleanor- like the first lady, but it sounds really old.

October- I LOVE this name and want to give it as a middle name for my future/potential daughter. However, a lot of people think that would be traumatizing to the child. So technically, I could give that name to the kitten. But she’s way to cute and happy to be a dark, brooding October.

… I’m stuck. What are your suggestions? I can’t keep calling her ‘baby,’ ‘cutey,’ or ‘it’ forever. So please comment below or email me with your thoughts. Gimme lots!

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This is when we just took her home. I hadn’t eaten all day, and I’m guessing Ty hadn’t either, so we stopped by Denny’s to pick up some food.

*crouch* She’s so sleepy…

Instead of the normal copy and paste of the Declaration of Independence (yeah, fuck you, England! ~well, it’s true), here’s some cutery instead!

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Whatever it is, it’s just too darn cute.

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Some of you have mentioned that there’s a disproportionate amount of kittehs my cute posts.

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“don’t I look like a scary human?”

“yes, yes you do.”

“can I has a doggie treat now.”

“okay, but only if you stop the scary squinting.”

“… … … crap my face ez stuck.”

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“I know I is look like vanilla and chocolate swirled bread pudding, but you no eats me, okai?”

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Caption via Cute Overload: “Hamster Butt”

Hehehehe *girlish laughter*

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He(/she?) reminds me of a half hard rock, half gamer high school student… maybe that’s just me.

This so reminds me of this:

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http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-cat-fell-for-boobie-trap.jpg

Attenshun! 2 boobies do not make a pocket! srsly!

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Happy Fourth!!!

P.S.  I will be posting about my week off, moving to the new house and all the pictures. D

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Baby red pandas from Canada. I luhs it…. ‘specially cuz pooface says i’m a panda face… I guess that’s okay, but these panda are darn cute! Even if they’re not from China.

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I’ve been obsessed with hedgehogs lately. I’m starting to think that they’re the best dog/cat alternative. Hopefully, that way, I wouldn’t have to remodel my library on the floor theme in my living room.  Further proof of cute-osity.

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“I is go my lightsaber right here… you not is mess with me.”

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This is what happens when you post something and WordPress effs up… 

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I would not want this doggie because I’d probably have to eat it… no… not because I’m Chinese, your stereotypist (hehehe)… because it’s tooo tooote!

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Just like this cartoon.  Is all.

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Hmmmm… Dali, cookie monster style!  Click to check out all the other awesome famous art a la Sesame Street.

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That is all for this edition of cutery incorporated.  Please tune in next time for squeeeeaaaallll-alicious fun.

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The program takes a profile picture, where you specify you gender, age and race, and it can modify that profile into different ages, races and famous artist styles.

Here’s the picture I put up:

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Apparently, I make a very VERY ugly black girl:

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And I’m basically white already, so there aren’t too many changes…

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And I’ll need to scan my baby pictures, but I was MUCH MUCH cuter as a baby:

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UPDATED: I tried a better picture, and apparently this one rendered more the ‘stereotype’ of each description.

Below are transformations in this order:

Original: cute… whatever

Baby and child respectively: dude, I look like a young prostitute

Old: I look really southeast asian for some reason… very “lao tai po” lol

Black: okay, this is much better than my other ‘black’ face, but still… why am I so ugly as an “African American?”

Caucasian: so very nerdy/librarian

South Asian: I actually look Indian… like a stereotypical hindu something or other…

Modigliani and Botecelli respectively: I remember the women in the paintings being a lot better looking.

Anime: so typical

Apewoman (50% chimp): ewwwwwww very gorilla-ey

Mucha: this is PERFECT for me!  why don’t i actually look like this?