Greeeaaaat....

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/15/AR2006091500923.html

RFID chips in passports...already being issued at the Colorado office.

I don't have a need for a passport right now, but I may just get one in the next few weeks to avoid getting one with an RFID chip in it.

Nevermind that one with a chip in it would likely just sit in my house and go nowhere for a very long time, no, thanks, I don't want a passport that can track my movement without smeone having to look at the stamps.

Ya Know...

I think I've subconsciously boycotted any and all ribbon campaigns.

Including...and maybe especially? The Purple Ribbon for Pagan Awareness?

To all Wiccan and Pagans (Ribbon day)
Body: Body: Purple Ribbon Day

All practitioners of Earth religions, Wicca, Shamanism, Druidry etc,
are being encouraged to wear a purple ribbon as a way of promoting
religious tolerance and to potentially raise awareness: On
Sept. 21st to 22nd all Witches are going to wear little purple
ribbons so everyone will know Who Else is a witch/wiccan/
pagan/... . But no one can do this if they don't know about it, so
pass the word along! This message goes to all Witches, Wiccans,
Pagans from all sorts of traditions. We can make a day for
Ourselves!! Actually, two days!!! You can buy a purple ribbon
anywhere, Dollar store, wal-mart, shoppers drug mart,
anywhere...Wear it in your Hair, or pin it up to your shirt. Make it
public!!!


Frankly, I'm sick of "tolerance". I understand the motive behind the idea, but I don't want to be tolerated.

I've also seen this advertized somewhere as "All pagans wear purple ribbons so we can identify each other and no one else knows what the ribbon is for!!!" Wish I could find that again.

Misc.

1. *grumble grumble grumble grumble.....arrrrrg.*

2. Ferarri just sneezed on my face.

3. Damn, I make good fried rice.

4. Hellenic ritual= yay! (It went very well)

5. My big adventure Friday involved me finding a bag full of joints siitting on the seat next to me on the light rail.
My thoughts:
1. Cover them up with my backpack so a fare inspector doesn't come along and think they're mine.
2. Grab a piece of paper from my backpack and use that to pick them up and give 'em a whiff and make sure they're what I think they are. (Oh yeah, they were.)
3. Hmm, wonder how much I could sell these for?
4. No, I'm not going there.
5. Wrap them up in said paper and call the police.

I did just that. MTA police met me at the light rail stop and asked for the details of where they were and stuff. That was about it.

6. Big adventure for today: one of the transvestite prostitutes tried to accuse me of stealing some money that s/he supposedly dropped...it went like this...

-S/he's walking by as I'm pulling my keys out of my pocket...a $5 comes out with it and drops on the ground, she's about 30 feet away and tells me that the money on the ground is hers.
-I say "No, it's mine, it just fell out when I pulled my keys out of my pocket."
-S/he says "No iss my. Ih' fell outta my pockeybook."
-I start to say again that it's mine, but instead decide to ask her how much she lost. S/he says it was a ten
-I tell her it was a five. S/he asks if I'm sure. I show her and s/he walks away (I'm not one to flash cash, but it seemed the easiest way to avoid a fight and it was the only money I had on my person at the time, so if s/he had grabbed it and run, it wouldn't have been the end of the world.) S/he looks dejected and walks away.
-I'm at the house and s/he's way up at the corner, turns around and starts yelling that she lost a five to, so it's hers. At this point, I pretend I don't hear her.

7. I have a registration with an employment agency tomorrow, and an interview with Ikea- through this place- on Tuesday. The guy says all I need to do is tell them I like sales and pass a drug/criminal background check and I'll get hired. (It's order taking from people calling in for the catalog) I'm not too crazy about some of the details of the job (It's paying less than I'd like, though still a lot more than unemployment, weekend work is required and it's in White Marsh...but unless it turns out to be uber-spectacular, I'll take it and keep looking. )Having to work Saturdays would allow me to use one day a week for possible interviews with other jobs. If I get it, I star 10/2. Also, they pay weekly, which is a definite plus. I also get to call on Tuesday for the results of Thursday's assessment, which will determine if I get an interview or not.

8. Damn, I have a lot of mosquito bites, and am therefore coated in teatree oil soap. At least it smells good.