February 21st, 2003

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Inter-company race and raffle tickets

Note before I start: While the subject of this post is race, there is nothing in it that is intended to be racist. Hopefully nothing will come off sounding like that.

As I've mentioned in other posts, the company I work for is made up of mostly folks from other countries. We have some sort of deal where we get lots of visas so that engineers from other countries can come here and work. Mostly it's from India, but the Middle East is a really close second. For the most part I don't mind this at all, it's sort of interesting to meet folks from so far away. The only downsides to it (and they're small ones) are 1) that on our "group dinners" and things like that, we tend to have food that I would not eat in a million years. 2) Things like playing cricket and, um, some other odd sport you wouldn't expect to be played at the company picnic. 3) (the worst one) When our AC stops working here, we get quite a variety of ...different... body odors.

On 9/11, things were kind of odd here. That many of our employees are from "over there" made the perspective of things be different. People walked around a whole lot more worried about folks in countries where the hijackers came from than about the people in NY. Seriously, by a long shot. People went home crying about their families in the Middle East, but almost no mention about people in the US...

A couple of days ago, one of those fellows who went home that day came around trying to sell raffle tickets for a charity. I purposefully didn't ask him which one, but someone who sits not far away did, so I overheard. It was for a group "over there".

See, the thing is, I understand there are people all over the world who need help... and the fellow trying to sell tickets was ginger as hell about his wording and requests, but it's an odd thing to be trying to collect money from people in the US to send to people where we'll be fighting. Should he have skipped over asking me? I would have been sad/upset/hurt if he had (even though I didn't buy one). We're not friends exactly, but I have worked with him for two years and he's an okay guy. But he's working here, you know? He's making money in the US, he's living in the US... I know his family is elsewhere, but... I wonder if he feels any conflict? I know I feel a lot just over his asking.

FYI, just to give you a sense of the environment I'm talking about: My company has about 200 folks. 75% are engineers, tech-managers, and the like. Out of that three-quarters, there are 10 white folks, and of those ten, 3 of us are women.

The point of this post? There really isn't one (sorry). I guess that co-worker was right, I guess putting family/friends before country is right... but... it feels ungrateful. (I didn't know how I felt when I started writing this post, but 'ungrateful' sort of works.) One of my failings is that I want things to be black and white. In cases like this, there isn't a 'right' and a 'wrong' no matter how much I want there to be, and so I ramble on in my LJ and try to work out what I think and feel.
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So wrong. So very, very wrong.

The author writes: After having a whine to friends that so many fanfiction.net authors are turning the Harry Potter characters into American teenagers, I came up with the idea of doing an Australian version...

http://members.ozemail.com.au/~brussell/wiz.htm (Credit/blame for the link goes to isiscolo.)

Clip from it (small children, pregnant women, and the feeble should not read on):

"I know what'll take ya mind off having to wash ya own daks, Prof," said Hagrid, and girded his loins as he attempted his silkiest seduction line, dangling one huge thong off the end of his huge foot, tantalisingly. "Wanna root?"

"Nah, ta n'all," Snape was deeply moved by the offer from his friend, and was very tempted. Hagrid was, after all, hung like a Mallee bull, "but we got the office barbie this arvo. Gotta go make nice with that bunch of right bloody mongrels."
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Got host?

Man, I'm making a lot of posts today. You can always tell when it's a slow work day...

Anyway, I've decided I want a domain name, but I need a host for it. I don't need much space, just enough for some text and images files, no movies or MP3s or anything. Anyone have one they like? Price is less important than ease of being able to set it up and update the content and stuff.

Oh, and the name? Even though dashes lower your ranking in most search engines, I'm thinking about hot-hot-hot-catlove.com. It's funny and it would make people twitch and snicker and such. I really have no idea what I'll do with it content-wise (which is an ass-backwards way of setting up a site), but probably just some stuff about me and some logs/art and whatever.
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Round One: Thistle! (And Escaflowne)

This was going to be just a post about Escaflowne and the weekend, but I paused to run to the bathroom first... and discovered an invasion. Ants! Gah! I hate hate hate ants! This damned apartment seems to attract them (I never had a single ant in my old place).

But this time, I was prepared.

Ant poison, ant bait.

My bathroom now stinks, I'll probably get cancer, my cat can't sit on the shelf or drink from the sink anymore, but for the moment all the ants are dead! Bwahaha!

Actually, so far, I've been lucky. The ants invaded my living room twice and my bathroom twice, but never the kitchen. I'd go crazy if ants were near my food...

Anyway, the weekend and Escaflowne. The MUSH is at under half-staff (four of seven folks are away for the weekend), so that means my butt is even less likely to leave this chair (plus I'm GMing on Saturday). So I decided to watch the Escaflowne "special edition" movie I bought a while ago. One disk of the movie, one of "extras" (boring), one of the soundtrack.

A number of years ago, I saw Escaflowne when it was shown on broadcast TV. I loved it, but a lot of people told me it was butchered, so I was happy to spot this movie. I had assumed it was the Japanese version of the series, but... if that's true, then the "butchered" version was better. It made more sense, had ups and downs in its plot. Ah well, what I really need to do is find the eps themselves on DVD.