Squished and tail-lashing, I still have things to say

[flexagon]

I never thought I'd say this, but I start to see the point of Twitter. What happens when you DO have things to say, things that are postable, and you just can't scrape your brain and time together enough? ("Had we but brain enough, and time, this coyness, LJ, were no crime...")

I wanted to say, at some point, that I read an article about Senator Clinton that kind of enraged me. It was a positive article about her, and how she's been seeming more human lately and playing up her strengths. Somewhere near the end, it said "Until now, Clinton has been acting like a president trapped in a woman's body..." EXCUSE ME!? That's about the most ugly, sexist thing I've ever seen in a national magazine. Hillary has a woman's body... a strong, rather stubby, all-around presidential woman's body. And if I were in her body, I would use it to kick that writer's body wherever it would hurt the most.

Also, regarding my algorithms class: I hate induction proofs. They go like this: our algorithm works for an empty array. So now let's assume it works for a real array that is smaller than our array. Yay, it must work for our array too! Huh? Shut up.

Lastly, I hate when people bait-and-switch me.

I meant it about Twitterishness. I'm going to try to get more open to micro-blogging, because I'm NOT quitting LJ for the term. That was crazy-talk. I'm quitting gymnastics for the term instead.

It would be hard to express here how much I feel like knitting for a while. It's good for my productivity that I don't have a sweater-piece with me today.

Comments

[figmint.livejournal.com]

Wow, trapped in a woman's body! That's unintentionally, horrifically hilarious. Funny how the sexism will slip through once in awhile.

[webrat.livejournal.com]

While I wish I had invented Twitter, I want nothing to do with the service. I even tried Pownce for a little bit as well. I have nothing to microblog. If I did, it'd probably look like:

7:05 a.m.: Sigh, had to yell at the kids again.
7:06 a.m.: Freaking dog! I hate it when she starts snooping around the coffee table! She knows better!
7:07 a.m.: WTF?! Why do I have to find all these little straw wrappers all over the house?!
7:10 a.m.: I need more sleep, no, really.

I feel at that point, if you need to know me that well, then come propose marriage to me and we'll twitter about it.

[flexagon]

I'm with you, actually. Rather, I don't mind the look of a Twitter blog but I don't want to be bothered with the chats.

Internally at work, everyone on my team uses gmail status as a sort of Twitter-like indication of either personal or professional status, and I do kind of like that, but I don't want them to either persist or to bother me in any way.

[birdofparadox.livejournal.com]

While I don't like Clinton's campaign demeanor and she is not my first choice as a candidate, when I read stuff like that... I find myself writing letters that say, Hey, ATTACK HER POLICY, NOT HER looks/sex/etc. It's absurd and disgusting.

[flexagon]

I thought she wasn't my favorite candidate either, until a lot of sleeplessness the night before the primaries. I did vote for her in the end, but it was a REALLY tough decision, and I'm still watching the end of the race with some strange hope that Obama might win. It's wonky.

*sigh*

[dr-alycat.livejournal.com]

i hear that! I wavered SO much, and ultimately voted Obama. Then felt happy when Hillary got the MA vote. Then felt happier when Obama started raking in the states. I guess it could be worse :)

[(Anonymous)]

I'm right there with you...so funny!

And if I were in her body, I would use it to kick that writer's body wherever it would hurt the most. Hear, hear!

[bluechromis.livejournal.com]

Ah, so now you understand why my lj and typepad performance has sucked so badly...