Thursday, November 24, 2011

The Flicker Stream

Uh. So.

Hey, guys.

Did I mention we're still moving and I still have a metric TON of photos to organize, but these are my favorites so far.


I'm not yet a superawesome photographer or anything, but these are the ones I think have turned out the best.

Anyway, kids, I'll have something worthwhile soon. In the meantime, behave yourselves.


Saturday, November 19, 2011

House Blarg Moves

Hey, cats and kittens, just a quick heads-up, House Blarg has come apart and been reformed--smaller, leaner and meaner. Corey and I (and the Geoff) are going to be back soon with more amusement, tauntings, and the like.

Stay tuned!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

You Probably Annoy Me, Too.

I want to talk to you all for a little bit about something that has been bothering me.  An election year is around the corner, and that means its time for the three ring circus to begin.

Most of my dear readers, most of you are too detached from the whole political process to give two expressions of fecal matter, but allow me to rant for a little while—because I do care.

I’ve gone on and on about this on Facebook, and I’m going to rant right now about it loud and clear.

Politics are not something that you can just disregard as Someone Else’s Problem. They are your problem. If you ever hope to hold land, if you pay taxes, if you have an above-room-temperature IQ, it is in your best interest to be aware of the politics and to get motivated.
I blame part of your disengagement on the media. I blame part of your disengagement on the hyperbolic rhetoric that gets spouted out of both ends of each party like a never-ending stream of vomit and feces. It, like diarrhea and nausea are not a disease in and of themselves; they’re a symptom of some bigger problem.
Gastroenteritis of the mind and of the sociopolitical self, it is a symptom of our increasing dysfunction as a nation.

We are coming apart and it’s not because of the politicians and the media—they’re just the clowns in the circus.

It’s become the fad not to care, to act like we’re so far above it all.
Guess what, kids? It’s your health insurance they’re talking about. It’s your retirement they’re talking about. It’s your future they’re talking about. It’s your science, your planet. It isn’t someone else’s problem, it’s ours.

Look at the politicians who are making your choices for you right now. They’re old men and women who are too slow behind the tech curve to keep up with Twitter, for God’s sake. These are the people that you and you alone are allowing to rule this nation in your stead. These men and women neither understand nor care about you. They don’t understand your views, your needs, your wants. They don’t like your art and they hate your music. They don’t understand the Internet. They wouldn’t know an IP address if it walked up to them and pinched them on the testicle.

These are the people who have spent the last four years fighting to keep your eye off the ball, to keep us so entertained (or repulsed) by the circus of the media that we’re missing the parts where they’re smashing scientific advancements against the rocks like the heads of small children. There’s a Biblical reference for you.

It is our responsibility to fix this situation. It’s our time to demand wiser politicians, to speak up, to refuse to be party to their games of distract and distrust.

It’s time that we inherit the earth.

In each of us is the power to begin anew, to refuse to watch the mess become a bacchanalia of political comedy and to most of all stay engaged in the conversation.  It is unbelievably important to stay involved in the conversation. Nothing is more important.

By not watching the news, you don’t make it go away, you just make yourself stupid.

The Dalai Lama  says that whether one believes in a religion or not and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn’t anyone who doesn’t appreciate kindness and compassion.

The Bible says that the meek will inherit the earth—and we have had enough of being meek.

When you hear someone start to talk about rhetoric or hyperbolically about whatever their political opponent has begun to blabber about—raise your hand and say as politely as you can “I’m sorry, I don’t have time for this. What they’ve said has come and gone. What do you have to say about this particular piece?”

Get involved. Get engaged.
Stay involved. Stay engaged.

This is your problem, it’s your responsibility now to deal with it.

Monday, August 8, 2011

In My Backyard: Letters D and E.

Here comes letters D and E, kids, recorded on 7/25, a special double header for Dan's birthday!

We discuss Amy Winehouse, Dan's birthday, and more matters of the heart.

Click here, cats and kittens, to be geeked for Letter D.

Click here instead for letter E.

Why Verizon's Strike Is A Big Deal


They're under a lot of fire recently, because big business doesn't want you to organize. They don't want you to have a say in what goes on in your workplace. They believe if you don't like it, find a job elsewhere.

In a struggling economy, though, there is no elsewhere. Major telecommunications corporations are taking in money faster than they ever have, hand over fist, and rather than rewarding the hard work of their employees upper management is telling them to tighten the belt. Make sacrifices.

Those sacrifices go straight into management's pocket and we never see a dime of it.

Don't get me wrong--in a tough economy, I am 100% down with cutting costs and saving money wherever we can in order to remain profitable (that's my pension, thankyouverymuch), but when we go to the lengths that we do and the company does turn a profit, we don't see it. That makes me angry.

So we go to the bargaining table, asking to be treated as if we have some value. For AT&T, it didn't come to a strike.

For Verizon, it has.

Verizon's gross negligence is staggering. I can rant all day about how cell phone companies rely on their ability to maintain service (all cell calls eventually go into or pass through the land line system) and how it will take them regularly two or more weeks to complete a four hour job.

Let's not start there. Let's start with the numbers:

Then we can talk about employee treatment:

Look, just as an army marches on its stomach, a company's treatment of its customers and the profits they make, the company's very performance comes from the way the corporation treats its employees.

It's time to stop this blame shit on the poor people thing we've been doing. It's time to stop blaming the voters, stop blaming the employees, stop blaming the teachers, stop blaming the unions and start blaming the politicians, lobbyists, and the corporate assholes that are responsible for this mess.

Your actions do have repercussions. Examples need to be made. Accountability MUST become the name of the game.

Sigh. Every day is the end of the world, folks. It's what you do after the end that matters.

Signing off for now, this has been Caeli. Don't burn down your neighbor's house.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

LEAVENWORTH (Washington)

Molly loves turkey dog!


So very, very messy.
Today Brad, Dan, Molly and I took a drive up to the tourist-trappiest of tourist traps in Washington--Leavenworth.

Now, with a name like that, you'd expect some sort of tie-in to a certain famous city, but that is not the case. When people in Washington hear "Leavenworth", they don't hear "Cowboys", they hear "Tiny little Bavarian wonderland."


Allow me to explain...

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Dear World:

Look, I know this week has been a bit of a doozy. We watched some seriously messed up stuff happen in Norway and it's seriously got to have some of my good friends broken up. Remember how we felt after Oklahoma City?

Our thoughts are with Oslo. We all know that. That's not even a question, because we're a world of mostly good people who have very little actual tolerance for assholes.

We also woke up today to learn about the unsurprising, and yet still tragic death of troubled songstress, Amy Winehouse.

People are outraged that we seem to have forgotten Oslo in the midst of all the sudden star-fever, and some are even speaking and acting with hostility--toward Amy.

I want us to stop and think about that for a minute. We're all pissed off at some poor girl who made one too many bad decisions and threw away a gift because she had the gall to die.

How fucked up is that?

Is it terrible we've taken our eyes off the ball that is what the attack on Oslo means for European politics to stare slack-jawed at the rubble of the life of a genuinely talented vocalist? Yeah, yeah it is.

But it's not her fault. All she did was die. Its something someday each of us (without fail) will do.

So, at the risk of coming across all Chris Crocker, can I ask everyone to just leave the dead be? Lay off Amy. The kid clearly had too much on her plate in this life--whether you believe in an afterlife or not, can we just agree to not blame her for the fact that our country is so star-obsessed that we let the media drop the ball in order to stare at a famous corpse.

Please stop. You're supposed to be grownups.


Over the next few weeks and months, I will be laying out for you, my dear readers, a story I am writing real-time.

Those of you who know me know I have a love of tabletop roleplaying games--especially those from White Wolf Publishing. Vampire: the Masquerade has been a great outlet for my creative urges for a while and recently I've decided to in Second Life pursue running a roleplay sim, based on this fantastic system.

I've decided that I'm going to add a new villain to the already-rich world White Wolf has written for me, and the protagonist/antagonist of this story is going to be the oft-misaligned Judas.

The story will start simple, and will probably piss some people off, but I'm going to lay it out on the line. Judas will be a man who follows his heart and does what he thinks is right until his heart is betrayed and his whole world crumbles around him. I will torture my readers with his suffering. I will make you love him.

I will kill him.

I will bring him back.

We will start, my darling ones, here and now.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

From My Back Yard: The Letter C (or: Shannon, I swear to God you must listen to this episode)

Click here, cats and kittens for the Letter C.

Today's episode honors casual racism (well, at least it starts with C this time) and our dear friend Shannon, Who Shall Remain Unnamed.

Caeli, Corey, Dan, Brad and Crystal join us for a backyard corn-eating bonanza.

Stay frosty.


Thursday, July 7, 2011

Saturday, July 2, 2011

What can you buy with 1k $L?

I set out on this endeavor to attempt to figure out what, exactly, I could do with 1000L.

I built a newbie, and got spat out into a starting area looking like... Well, looking like this:

Something about the hair makes me so very, very angry.

Paranoia night: A study in "Seriously?"

My friends are foul-mouthed bastards.

I really mean it. Any given weeknight at House Blarg is an exercise in how many ways one can accuse someone of sucking the dog's penis.

The Chihuahua.

He usually looks terrified during these exchanges.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

New Section: You Probably Annoy Me, Too

Weekly or bi-weekly, I, the CaeliMonster, will be posting for your amusement all the vitriol and spite that I have accumulated during the course of my day. Working in technical support, there will be plenty.


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Who Are You?

Its a question we all answer at some point or another. It's almost as much fun to ask someone and watch them answer as it is to answer and watch people react.

"Who are YOU?"

The Caterpillar's languid question is something we shall endeavor to explain. We're a household of geeks, foodies, gamers and fiends. We're family, we're friends, and most of all, we're funny. I promise.

This is my record of who we are.

Hello, world.