Children of Men is out on DVD which makes my writing a review of it or even simply recommending that you rent it kind of useless. I’m assuming anyone with half a brain has already seen it. I won’t review it because by doing so I would have to give information about the movie and I saw it with only the knowledge that in the film no one could have a baby and Clive Owen was starring. Which was basically all that was written on the movie poster.And it was more enjoyable to have the film unfold without anticipating various scenes(something I invariably do after reading a detailed, just short of a spoiler, review)
But I will say this: it kicked my ass.
So to you all without half a brain:tough luck, rent it.
Month: April 2007
Moving day part 2
I finally grasped and completed the process of a domain name transfer from one registrar to another.I have a domain mccormicky.com and I want to keep it because it was my nickname and it was the only nickname I ever had that I actually liked.
I owe Lycos an apology for thinking they’d be an obstacle to the transfer.But that isn’t to say that they make it easy because they kind of don’t.
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Clean is a lifestyle choice.
This is my kitchen as it looked tonight after I cooked dinner.(Ravioli with homemade pesto sauce)
I have been cooking since I was 11 and I was taught to clean as I went because someone was going to have to clean up after you and the idea was you should make it easier on them.
I was raised with quite a lot of kids and there were always tons of dishes to wash without adding a total kitchen disaster to the job.
My boyfriend was also raised with quite a lot of kids,too,on a kibbutz. Unfortunately, they had another system. One did their job. If your job entailed cooking the meal and someone else’s to tidy up after the meal, you didn’t worry too much about how you left the kitchen. If you made a huge mess in the cafeteria kitchen(the majority of kibbutz’s ate communal style, hence the cafeteria)there were about 10 folks assigned to kitchen duty and they could handle the mess.Also the industrial dish washing set up didn’t hurt.
Anyway, he did work as a cook in the kitchen but was never taught my Quakerish ideals.Now when he cooks the kitchen is destroyed and that’s just after a meal for him and me!
And even when he cooks his dreaded Sunday shakshuka(I don’t know how to spell it) breakfast,for himself because I won’t touch it, the destruction is total.
He’s gotten a bit better, he’ll wash the frying pan. But he will not wash the cutting board or knives or other pots and pans let alone his own plates and silverware.Or mine.
I’ve come to hate living like a dirty bum. I guess it’s age but a dirty kitchen and bathroom gross me out and depress me. No one else I live with has once cleaned the toilet. We’ve lived in this space for about 2 years. Can you believe that? Am I a doormat or what? I can’t let things get so bad that it has to be cleaned.But that is what has to happen in order for my roommates to clean. It’s a problem when there are differing “filth thresholds”.
Relieved
I rescued some important files for this blog last night and it’s a good thing I did because I think my host erased my account today!
I haven’t had to do a whole site transfer before and today I transferred 2 sites. It taught me not to put in the whole url of an image or a file;just put in the path.Because even though most folks won’t switch hosts and change domain names while you’re working on a site it can happen.
Learn from my mistake:
Save yourself the tedious job of fixing all the urls. I get a big old duh,right?
ha.