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:: Friday, December 13, 2002 ::

So Bush is taking Lott to task over the Thurmond remarks. So why the fuck didn`t anyone ever take the grand ole state of SOUTH CAROLINA to task for electing that senile old fart into office for the past two hundred years in the first place?

It`s says alot about our country that one state would continually re-elect a man like that. It says that our country is full of idiots.

Don`t worry; it will all get better when I build my obsidian floating fortress of doom and co-overlord it with April. Josh, dahling, remember - no German lesbian dominatrix outfits for this evil villain duo - thanks!

[PS This post has been edited for the sake of my continued credibility. Hey. I`m in Japan, cut me some frickin` slack.]
:: 12:16 AM [+] ::
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Saw two funny links. The first one is here.

The second is Harry Potter spam. Not for the faint of heart (or those who haven`t read up to the last book.)


:: 12:07 AM [+] ::
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Stacey makes dinner

I found this awesome recipe I wanted to try called Madame Lou's Fish and Rice. It's a rice cooker recipe so I was all set to make it. I had the fish and the rice. But as I viewed the ingredients for the marinade, I realized I didn't have some. But I am an intrepid explorer and a chem grad to boot, so I got to work.

Stacey: Ah...let's see. Fish and rice check. Minced garlic...Garlic powder works. White pepper, black pepper same difference. Um, next. Green onions. I'll just skip that. Oyster sauce. Soy sauce is almost the same - well it's the same color at any rate. Rice vinegar. Nope, don't have that either. I do have sushi vinegar; it shouldn't taste too different. Sugar. Check. Let's see...I don't have brandy or sherry. I'll substitute...hmm...tequila or vodka? I'll go with tequila. And lastly, sesame oil. Excellent. Okay, time to whip this up!

I did. I marinated. I put all the ingredients together in the rice cooker. I hit the button. I walked away. Thirty minutes later - ding! And it was time to eat.

I took a bite.

AND IT WAS THE BEST STUFF I HAD EVER MADE! Man, it was awesome! I rock!

Madame Lou's Fish and Rice is now re-named as Mistress of Darkness Stacey Su's Kick Ass Fish and Rice Dinner Extravaganza. Hell yeah.

Oh, I am in a reasonably good mood so go to the link and enjoy.
:: 4:21 AM [+] ::
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As I scramble to get all things ready - speeches, lesson plans, finishing this and that and the other, gathering information for the USA NG newsletter, getting my scooter sold, getting my re-application to Georgetown ready, sending out christmas cards and gifts, gathering things for the flea market for my friend Dannette who needs money to go to Iraq (yes, you read that right), write my article for the newspaper, transfer money into the right account for the USA NG, re-read my training manual for the Peer Support Group, call the bus station for return tickets, make a hostel reservation for when I get back to Japan after Christmas, plan for the adult conversation class I`ll be starting, and a bundle of other things I can`t remember but have written down somewhere - I came across an email from Chanda, the PSG leader-goddess of Japan. She need someone to take over the newsletter.

I gleefully thought to myself - oh I can do that! And then promptly smacked myself in the forehead because everyone knows that jarring your brain against your skull will make you smarter.

Yet a part of me is saying - you can do it. You know you can. You know you want to. They NEED you Stacey. Give up your free time and help someone!

I am a masochistic. But I will not succumb. My plate is full. Do you hear me, brain? FULL.



:: 8:57 PM [+] ::
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Stacey's Letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Anne's Christmas party. It was April who spiked the punch with too much Tequila Sunrise. I can't help it if I drank 116 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like burning.

I thought it was funny when I put Jen's leg warmers on my head and danced the flamenco on the bar stool while singing `"Killing Me Softly"'. I didn't mean to break Anne's vibrator and don't know why Anne would sue me for libel.

I don't remember calling Pat's wife a happy weasel---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and green lipstick!

And when I threw up on Kim's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that taco.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Vespa scooter through my neighbor's decorative porch pillars. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a drunk emu and have me arrested for extortion!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all sad and dorky. And I'm really not to blame for any of this pointed stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and leeringly yours,
Stacey (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 5 bucks!

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Sorry, Anne. I'll buy you a new one. (joke, joke!)
:: 4:39 AM [+] ::
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To one and all, I have posted some more pictures on Rising Sun Adventures. Check me out (adopts hick accent) - I'm being wrassled into a kimoner!
:: 7:59 AM [+] ::
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(rapping on the table) Excuse me. Can you hear me? Can you hear me in the back?

Good.

If I ever hear the women should not serve in the military ever again, I get angry. Angrier that is. And no one likes it when I`m angry because I tend to spread the pain around.

Currently the US military is in a state of flux. If the situation continues as is, we will be entering war in the Middle East. Even now we have our forces spread throughout Eastern Europe, the South Pacific, Asia, and the Middle East. The Pentagon and Joint Chiefs of Staff are even considering putting an American military presence in Africa in light of the recent events in Keny and Nigeria.

Yet for some reason we are restricting perfectly good soldiers from front line combat. All women are refused infantry and front line positions due to their sex. Case closed.

Some women have managed to circumvent those rules by enrolling in the Military Police branch which have duties that include being in front line areas. Technically they are not to actively engage in combat, yet the women there sometimes get combat experience whether they like it or not, as evidenced in the peace-keeping efforts in Bosnia.

Why are we restricting women from combat roles when they can obviously perform combat duties as evidence by the Israeli Army which has loads of experience in military conflict? When there are women police officers who are in 'combat' every single day?

Someone`s point: Look at all the hanky panky going on in the military. You don`t want that in the front lines.

(guffaw) Oh, excuse me? Did I just laugh in your face? Do you think anyone has time for a quickie when people are shooting at them? Frankly any kind of behavior like that should throw BOTH participants in jail. A professional soldier should be worrying about their job. Those that don`t place their lives and more importantly, the lives of the soldiers in their unit, in danger. If two soldiers are found engaging in sexual behavior while on duty, I hope their squad or platoon beats them into a pulp and sends them back to base where they will be beaten into a pulp again and then dishonorably discharge. End of subject.

Someone`s point: Women are bad for morale. Men don`t like to take orders from women.

Someone once told me this story. A young private, a bright and promising career soldier, was killed in a tragic accident off duty. The sergeants went to get his gear from his locker and found anti-Semitic and racist literature. Apparently this soldier was racist. But no one EVER knew! Because that man took the Army code to heart - he kept his personal business personal and his private business private. He served with every race and creed without problem. No matter what he thought in his head it did not affect the way he performed his duty.

If a soldier can`t handle being ordered by a superior - no matter their race, creed, or gender - then that soldier can exercise their personal bias as a civilian, plain and simple.

Someone`s point: Women cannot physically do all the things a man can do.

So that means what? It means that they shouldn`t be a Beret - because guess what? Not all MEN can do what a Beret or Ranger or S.E.A.L. can do. The failing rate is very high, almost 90% for some of the special branches. Why should this exclude ALL women from ALL forms of combat? There are guys in the military that are shorter and weigh less then me! But THEY get to go to the front lines. Why is that?

The point is a long time ago the military muttonheads decided that women needed lower standards to get into the military. Well thank you so very condescending much, sirs! Because now it`s thrown back in our faces that we can`t do as well as men. Do us all a favor and raise the standards again. Less women will pass, but then at least we won`t have to deal with that accusation anymore.

I`m not suggesting every woman step up to the plate and take a bunker. Heck no! Some soldiers aren`t qualified for it - but soldier is a gender inclusive term and that means some men aren`t up for it either. That`s why there are other branches so that the military can take advantage of everyone`s assets. It`s all about being practical. When people`s lives are at stake we all want the best person doing the job - I don`t care which marked bathroom door they walk through either. The best is the best - plain and simple.

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Why is this so important you ask? Because you don`t go up the military ladder and attain the higher ranks without combat experience. Plain and simple. If the military restricts women from combat experience that`s a whole load of people who aren`t going to be up in line when it`s time to pass out the stars. And you know what? That ticks me off.

Maybe this will be perceived as a feminist rant. It isn`t. I just don`t like people telling me what I can and can`t be, and I sure don`t like anyone telling me where my place is. My place is where I put myself! (grins) Are you going to try and move me? Anyone who knows me well also knows I have a stubborn streak a mile wide and the best way to get me to do something is to tell me I CAN`T do it. So please, ladies and gentlemen, tell me what else I should and shouldn`t be doing. I`d love to hear it.

My life isn`t about taking the easy road - it`s about being devoted to a principle that I hold dear to my heart. That principle foreshadows all other things. It keeps me on the straight and narrow; it gives me focus and purpose. And no one will ever stand in the way of my realization of my principle and the dreams that accompany it.

I want the middle mark
and the freedom to be who I am
without judgement,
scorn,
or pity.

I`m not asking you to give that to me.
I`m telling you that I`m taking it.

:: 3:01 AM [+] ::
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I despise running. I despise the winter. So why am I running in the winter? Because I refuse to have my arse kicked by a bunch of MS I and IIs when I get to Georgetown. Time to crack the whip and time to get into shape!

I hate running. And I hate Billy Bo too. Hate that man with a passion. Do you know he spends half his video standing up and lecturing while his poor assistants do all the reps? And then he jumps in at the last second and does three max. I know he has muscles as big as watermelons but that can be done with creatine and steroids - but I have a sinking suspicion that he worked for them. In any case, Billy Bo is an evil slave driver and I have increased my lung capacity by cursing him while doing the umpteenth leg extension rep.

I hate working out. It makes so much more sense if I feel there is an immediate purpose. That's why I love martial arts. Not only are you getting in shape, you're kicking the snot out of someone, and developing skills to kick the snot out of someone in real life.

:: 4:52 AM [+] ::
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