December 30th, 2006

bleeding, Ryoko

It's going to be all over the friendspage, of course.

The serious news villain of my childhood, Saddam Hussein, is dead.

It couldn't have happened to a nicer insane genocidal dictator -- but -- the trial was a mockery and a human rights disaster. Killing the man in a kangaroo court is not the action of a civilized and just nation.

I was raised largely Quaker. I have serious doubts about putting properly convicted and fairly tried criminals to death. Some parts of me think it's just and proper for those who have done things that are that bad, but other, more civilized, parts, say that two deaths are worse than one and it doesn't bring back anyone, and goodness only knows if it deters people. Example or martyr? At least the criminals in question don't go on to do worse things in this lifetime. Nor do the falsely convicted innocent. Nor can anyone who's dead make any further action towards healing.

I know I hear my mother's voice in there. I hear the voices of the Friends Meeting.

There are ten thousand people who have argued both sides on the issue of death for seriously vile criminals. I argue with myself about it a lot when it comes up. I don't expect to reach any kind of conclusion with myself for a long time. I think it's good that I argue it when it comes up. It keeps me from getting too settled on the issue. I'm meant to be uncomfortable about it. I like being uncomfortable about it. If I should stop being uncomfortable about the prospect of state-sanctioned execution, I wouldn't like the person I'd become.
dice

I really need to get back in bed, but I had to tell the roommate that the door needs opening.

Best moments: unintentional glitter with the green yoga ball.

Did I mention Cox? We're getting Cox.

Work thinks that hcolleen and I are a couple. Like, you know, together. No one has mentioned this, though, so I can't laugh at them and disabuse them of the notion. (I have rainbow stickers on my car, and a female roommate, a roommate who I brought to the company holiday party. And I sometimes wear a rainbow ring on a random ring finger. They so think we're dykes, but they're only 1/4 right.)

I start moonlighting. Books. Doing funky things involving Amazon with books. Whee!
documentation, writing, quill

Moonlighting!

New moonlighting (very part time: 8 hours on Saturday, then call other times if I'm feeling up to it) job involves listing books on Amazon.

Job entails taking book info, running it through Amazon to see if there's already a book info page there, and if there isn't, creating one, then using the Amazon ID in the listing-generator-client webpage, filling in details, making judgment calls, and posting it. Periodically, shelving must happen.

Good things:
Listening to music while working seems eminently do-able.
OMG BOOKS.
Boss is a total sci-fi fan, and there is a working shelf of the penny sci-fi books that people are reading. GLEE. She's trying to rebuild her Heinlein collection.
Did I mention the books thing?
Random book trivia!
Setting own hours sorts of thing.

Bad things:
Boss smokes like a chimney. (But has air purificator things, so lots of the smoke gets slurped out and doesn't make it out of her office.)
Boss's nephew is someone I prefer not to share a universe with. (Fortunately, I have convinced myself that he is AU, and all continues to be well.)

Things that are things:
Small dog that chews paper, but that has been trained to only take paper out of the trash.
  • Current Music
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