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Words are cool.
The English language is complex, stupid, illogical, confounding, brilliant, beautiful, and fascinating.
Every now and then a word presents itself that typifies all the maddeningly gorgeousness of language. They're the words that give you pause for thought. "Who came up with that word? That's an interesting string of letters." Their beauty doesn't lie in their definition (although that can play a role). It's also not in their onomatopoeia, though that, too, can play a role. Their beauty is in the way their letters combine - the visual poetry of words - and/or the way they sound when spoken. We talk a lot about music we like to hear and art we like to see, so let's all hail the unsung heroes of communication, poetry and life: Words.
Here are some I like. (Not because of their definition.)



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Highlights from the Archives. Some favorite Trillian moments.

Void, Of Course: Eliminating Expectations and Emotions for a Better Way of Life

200i: iPodyssey

Macs Are from Venus, Windows is from Mars Can a relationship survive across platform barriers?
Jerking Off

Get A Job

Office Church Ladies: A Fieldguide

'Cause I'm a Blonde

True? Honestly? I think not.

A Good Day AND Funyuns?

The Easter Boy

Relationship in the Dumpster

Wedding Dress 4 Sale, Never Worn

Got Friends? Are You Sure? Take This Test

What About Class? Take This Test

A Long Time Ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away, There Was a Really Bad Movie

May Your Alchemical Process be Complete. Rob Roy Recipe

Good Thing She's Not in a Good Mood Very Often (We Knew it Wouldn't Last)

What Do I Have to Do to Put You in this Car Today?

Of Mice and Me (Killer Cat Strikes in Local Woman's Apartment)

Trillian: The Musical (The Holiday Special)

LA Woman (I Love (Hate) LA)

It is my Cultureth
...and it would suit-eth me kindly to speak-eth in such mannered tongue


It's a Little Bit Me, It's a Little Bit You
Blogging a Legacy for Future Generations

Parents Visiting? Use Trillian's Mantra!

Ghosts of Christmas Past: Mod Hair Ken

Caught Blogging by Mom, Boss or Other

2003 Holiday Sho-Lo/Mullet Awards

Crullers, The Beer Store and Other Saintly Places

Come on Out of that Doghouse! It's a Sunshine Day!

"...I had no idea our CEO is actually Paula Abdul in disguise."

Lap Dance of the Cripple

Of Muppets and American Idols
"I said happier place, not crappier place!"

Finally Off Crutches, Trillian is Emancipated

Payless? Trillian? Shoe Confessions

Reality Wednesday: Extremely Local Pub

Reality Wednesday: Backstage Staging Zone (The Sweater Blog)

The Night Secret Agent Man Shot My Dad

To Dream the Impossible Dream: The Office Karaoke Party

Trillian Flies Economy Class (Prisoner, Cell Block H)

Trillian Visits the Village of the Damned, Takes Drugs, Becomes Delusional and Blogs Her Brains Out

Trillian's Parents are Powerless

Striptease for Spiders: A PETA Charity Event (People for the Ethical Treatment of Arachnids)

What's Up with Trillian and the Richard Branson Worship?

"Screw the French and their politics, give me their cheese!"

Mail Trillian here

Trillian's Guide to the Galaxy gives 5 stars to these places in the Universe:
So much more than fun with fonts, this is a daily dose of visual poetry set against a backdrop of historical trivia. (C'mon, how can you not love a site that notes Wolfman Jack's birthday?!)


Alliance for the Great Lakes

Hot, so cool, so cool we're hot.

Ig Nobel Awards

And you think YOU have the worst bridesmaid dress?

Coolest Jewelry in the Universe here (trust Trillian, she knows)

Red Tango

If your boss is an idiot, click here.

Evil Cat Full of Loathing.

Wildlife Works

Detroit Cobras

The Beachwood Reporter is better than not all, but most sex.

Hey! Why not check out some great art and illustration while you're here? Please? It won't hurt and it's free.


Kii Arens

Tim Biskup

Jeff Soto


Get Fuzzy Now!
If you're not getting fuzzy, you should be. All hail Darby Conley. Yes, he's part of the Syndicate. But he's cool.

Who or what is HWNMNBS: (He Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken) Trillian's ex-fiancé. "Issues? What issues?"

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Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Smart Girls
(A Trillian de-composition, to the tune of Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys)

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains

Smart girls ain’t easy to love and they’re above playing games
And they’d rather read a book than subvert themselves
Kafka, Beethoven and foreign movies
And each night alone with her cat
And they won’t understand her and she won’t die young
She’ll probably just wither away

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains

A smart girl loves creaky old libraries and lively debates
Exploring the world and art and witty reparteé
Men who don’t know her won’t like her and those who do
Sometimes won’t know how to take her
She’s rarely wrong but in desperation will play dumb
Because men hate that she’s always right

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains

Life(?) of Trillian

Friday, September 12, 2008  
It all started sometime last year. I saw this necklace* which made me laugh. I showed it to my niece. She’s a vegetarian bleeding heart animal rights crusader, too. (Yes, I accept partial responsibility for that.) We hated the representation of trophy hunting but we loved the idea of the irony of us veggies brandishing a silver trophy stag head. On we went with our lives sans mounted deer head necklace.

Fast forward to April. I opened my mailbox one evening to find a small box from my niece. “Oh boy! Oh boy! What could it be?! What could it be?!” I exclaimed as I feverishly tore open the box as I rode up the elevator.

In the box I found this:
Necking with a Buck
And a note saying: You deserve a strapping buck. And No representations of animals being killed and displayed as prizes were used to make this necklace. Sorry it doesn't represent the whole deer but I couldn't find a whole deer necklace that I could afford. Maybe I can buy you the rest of the deer for Christmas.

I know. I ♥ my niece.

I’ve worn it a lot and have received compliments. And comments. And funny looks about it. (“Pffft. Trillian. What a freak. No wonder she can’t get and keep a man...” kind of funny looks.)

A few days ago was the first Friday I was meeting- and client-free and could go casual to work. I donned the first necklace I grabbed from the casual side of the jewelry drawer on my way out the door. It was the strapping buck.

What a difference a few weeks makes.

Thank you, Sarah Palin for bursting onto the scene toting a gun, fresh kill and a smile.

Somehow the necklace went from cute/funny/weird to “Trillian jumped on the Sarah Palin bandwagon!!!” Thanks to that innocent deer necklace I received so many comments about supporting Sarah Palin that I took it off by noon.

If I were truly supporting the Gun Hunter Magazine cover girl I would sport the original mounted deer head necklace.

But that’s a moot point. Apparently by wearing the image of a majestic animal associated with the backwoods North I thereby pledge my support and vote to Sarah Palin.

Never mind that everyone who made comments about me jumping on the Sarah Palin bandwagon knows that I’m pro-animal rights, anti-gun, and certainly anti-hunting.

After one of my co-workers said, “Wow, Trillian, I suppose us girls should be all ‘solidarity sister!’ with Sarah but really? Aren’t you taking this a bit far? I mean, I don’t care if you support her, but I can’t believe you’re getting caught up in the whole rugged outdoorsy girl style. What next? Rimless glasses?”

This blindsided me. First, I was unaware that in a few short weeks Sarah has inspired a fashion trend (beyond the glasses). Second, I was completely unaware that a rugged outdoorsy girl look is now “in” thanks to Sarah.

Seriously? She’s a style-maker? Rugged? Outdoorsy is “in?” Wow. I mean, no disrespect to Ms. Palin in regards to her clothing. You know, whatever. My concerns with Sarah Palin have absolutely nothing to do with her attire or any trend she may inspire. It was just all so fast. But then, now that I think about it, that’s a trend for you. Fast, flash in the pan, don’t blink or you’ll miss it.

There are bigger aspects about this that bother me, but let's take on image and accessorizing and snap judgement as a talking point. It bothers me that with one formerly funny accessory I am suddenly branded a supporter of any candidate. People just barged in with the assumption that I’m making a statement. Well, I mean, I am making a statement, but the statement is, “Ha! Isn’t this funny?” or “Aren’t deer beautiful? Please don’t shoot them.” or “I ♥ animals.” or “Hi, my name is Trillian and I don’t take fashion seriously.” Or “Hi, I like a funny, funky accessory to bring a little punch to an outfit.” Or even “Hi, my name is Trililan and I’m from Michigan . Like the deer? Check out my Petosky stone earrings!”

How it leapt from those statements to this one, “I’m voting for Sarah Palin.” is beyond any realm of comprehension I can fathom. 

I like this necklace. It makes me think of my niece. It makes me smile. Maybe I can buy you the rest of the deer for Christmas. I didn't care what anyone thought about it, or what it said about me prior to the advent of Sarah Palin. And I shouldn't care now. And I don't.

Except. Well. Something about people thinking I'm making any kind of political endorsement statement bugs me. I proudly make a political statement in every election by researching all of the candidates prior to voting. I consider it an honor to make a political statement every election by voting for the candidate most appropriate for the job. Regardless of their party affiliation. I consider it vital to make a political statement by knowing who's representing me at local, state and federal levels. I take great pains to make a political statement by keeping track of issues and sending letters to my elected officials urging them to vote on those issues when they're before the house or senate. I enthusiastically keep track of their voting records. 

Sure. There's more I could do. But assembling a wardrobe and accessories in themes making political statements - obvious or less so - is not something I would, or want to do. And boy does it surprise me to learn that a) other people do this and b) people think I'm doing it.  Wow. What an eye opener my funny funky majestic deer necklace turned out to be. 

Then my co-worker’s ‘solidarity sister’ comment rang in my ears. I donned the marketing perspective hat.



I don’t know why this didn’t occur to me before now.

I’m a white. I’m a woman. I’m from a really, really small town. In "The North." I’m over the age of 25. I’m college educated. I have a career. (hey, on paper I have a career) I not only watch hockey, I used to play hockey. I’ve been known to wear lipstick. I’m a brunette.

Strap a gun and a baby on me, give me a lobotomy and send me to church and I fall smack into the Sarah Demograph. If there was a focus group conducted for almost any consumable product where income, religion and politics are non-issues Sarah and I are merely a husband and five children apart from the same focus group in terms of marketing products. 

That was a rude awakening.

I just hadn’t thought of it like that.

Now I have.

I can’t do anything about it. In terms of those factors, I am who I am. 


Here we go again. People making judgements and assumptions based on appearance. Ugly = unworthy of a romantic partner. And apparently now: Deer necklace = Sarah Palin supporter. 

When put like that it sounds silly. It is silly. But it's what people do. I've learned the appearance lesson. I go months months between dates and it's been years, years since I've had a boyfriend. No one looks at me with desire or even tender affection. Other than my family no one tells me they love me. I go home to an empty apartment and I sleep alone. Not by choice. By looks. I'm an intelligent, creative, warm, kind, caring, supportive, compassionate, educated, well traveled, friendly, open-minded, at times funny professional woman. But I'm not pretty enough to attract men. They don't see me romantically. They don't want me. The ones who bother to get to know me do so only in terms of friendship - not even friends with benefits. Friends. Period. Buddies.

This isn't "oh poor me" it's statement of facts. Men date women to whom they're physically attracted. Men are not physically attracted to me. I've heard it enough, suffered through rejection after rejection, I've learned this fundamental fact about myself. (Speaking of women in politics, I recently went to speed dating thing. (Oh be quiet, it was for charity.) One of the guys told me I reminded him of younger Janet Reno. He wasn't joking. He then made it clear that he did not mean that as a compliment. "Why do I remind you of Janet Reno?" I asked, laughing. He looked at me incredulous and said, "Duh. You're like what? 6 feet 11 or something." "Oh. My height. Ya know, Keri Walsh is four inches taller than me and Gisele Bundchen and I are the same height," I chided. He looked at me and snidely said, "You are no Gisele Bundchen. You are a Janet Reno. Tall is only sexy if you're sexy. If you're not sexy you're just abnormal and a freak. If you're sexy the tall thing is intimidating in a sexy way, if you're not sexy tall is just plain intimidating. And abnormal." Ahhh. Right. Got it. And a point scored in favor of speed dating: In a mere three minutes I found out this guy is insecure, superficial, ignorant, rude and a jerk. I've seen it take months of dating or even years of marriage to discover those things about a man.) And I accept the reality that people make snap judgments on appearances. I know you're sitting there yelling at your screen: "Not me! Nuh-uh! No! Not me! You've got it all wrong! People are not that shallow! I'm not that shallow and I'm not mean like that. You live in h8erville or something."

I know. I used to believe that, too. And maybe you're lucky enough to live somewhere where people don't judge on appearance. Lucky you.

Have you seen anyone with a mullet lately? Yeah? You noticed and remembered, eh? Why? Did you chuckle to yourself or think about Trans Ams and Foreigner? That's judging on appearance, my friend.

One last field case study. I recently went to a party where all of the other guests were married couples and their children. As always at these things I ended up "babysitting" the kids. Which is fine. I have nothing in common with the stay-at-home moms and the men like to hang with the other guys at these things. When I end up with the kids I have a better time than when I spend the evening trying to be interested in the new first grade teacher's abilities to teach the kids addition and subtraction or trying to not make the guys feel awkward because I'm the chick hanging out with the married guys. So, I spent over an hour playing with the kids. We had a blast. I went into the kitchen to see if the adults were co-mingling. Nope, still divided by gender. Now the womenfolk were exchanging recipes and coupons in the kitchen, the guys were in the tv room watching football and drinking beer. (Yes. This was in the year 2008. Might as well have been 1958. Take out the TV and coupons and it might as well have been 1808.)

I went back in to see what the kids were up to but was stopped in my tracks. Three of the little girls were playing with Barbies and talking. One of them said, "I love playing with Trillian." My heart leapt. One of the other little girls agreed and added that "Trillian isn't like the other grown ups." Awwwww. Great! That's cool! How sweet that they noticed! And then the third little girl, the voice of authority because her mother and I are friends - we worked together before this little girl was born- "She's not like our moms. She doesn't have kids or even a husband." Ouch. Okay. I accept it. I know it's my reality. But. Hearing other people say it still hurts. Then the first little girl, who only moments ago professed to love playing with me, said, "She doesn't look like our moms. She's way taller and not pretty like them." The second little girl said, "She's like Ugly Betty! She's fun and nice and funny but ugly." Fits of six-year-old girl giggles. I know. Double ouch. Out of the mouths of babes. Kids can be so cruel. It was first grade all over again. But. No. I'm not going to let three six-year-old girls get to me. However. In their innocence they show just how appearance based society is - and how entertainment media makes impressions and forms opinions. I happen to like Ugly Betty. (For the record the Betty character and I are as many worlds apart as Sarah Palin and I, so no, it's not a matter of me relating to Betty.) But to have three little girls summing me up as "way taller and not as pretty" as their moms and then cracking up over comparing me to Ugly Betty was another painful reminder that looks matter, people make judgements based on appearance. Go to a party in the suburbs where you're the only single, childless woman, expect to stick out like a sore thumb. Wear a deer necklace, expect to be lumped in the Sarah for VP! clan.

It’s a good reminder in packaging, image and perception. It's not just mean and immature, it's short-sighted and ignorant to judge anyone by the way they look, where they’re from or what they wear around their neck. Even if it is a deer head necklace. This election is going all over the place. Keep marketing, packaging, image and perception in mind. Don't be a victim of marketing. Or image. Don't make assumptions because of what a candidate looks like, where they're from or their product focus group demographic. Take the time to do your own research on the candidates. Check their voting records. Find out what (if any) local, state and/or federal legislation they support - not by what their speech writers tell them to say, not by what it "feels like" or "seems like" they'd do based on their image and marketing and what they look like, but by their actual deeds and votes. Find out what campaign money they accepted from whom and what lobbyists have histories with them. Those promises don't seem that important now, but a few months into the term those lobbyists and contributors are going to come a-calling and it won't be a social visit. And speaking of funny animal representations, also remember there are candidates who are not represented by elephants or donkeys.

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7:05 PM

Wednesday, September 10, 2008  
Ripped from the headlines:

“Particle collider fires, no black holes form.”


We lived through another page of history.

That gives me a sense of accomplishment.

I didn’t get sucked into the infinite vortex of a black hole.

No matter how bad the rest of the day, or even the week is, s'all good. No black holes formed.

Where can I get an "I survived a proton particle collision and all I got was this stupid t-shirt" t-shirt?

It does make the rest of the day seem so trivial, though. After avoiding black hole consumption everything else is just a hastily written denouement. Work, meetings, the gym, a bowl of cereal for dinner, brush teeth, bed… I mean, it all pales in significance. It’s all so, so, meager. So mundane. So pointless.

No, I’m not mocking the collider. I’ve been in rapt anticipation and excitement about it and I’m excited beyond articulation about what it means for the scientific community, physics, life, the Universe and everything. There’s hope for the human species. Not all of us are selfish, stupid, and preoccupied with appearance and celebrity gossip. (As an apt asidebar, will someone, please, please, for the sake of the human race, please make The Hills stop? Please? Or, failing that, explain it (and it’s popularity and the apparently limitless fascination with the actors) to me?)

Funny how one successful firing of an atom collider throws me into an existential funk. I’m so small and stupid and insignificant and the Universe and it’s mysteries are so big… What’s the point? Why bother?

Which is why I’m trying to revel in the success of avoiding being sucked into a black hole. It's that or get sucked into the infinite vortex of an existential black hole.

I can’t take any credit for being remotely clever enough to develop something like the collider. Cripes, I can barely understand its basic principles. But I’m patting myself on the back on behalf of my species. We’ve been so preoccupied with scoring points against the Universe that we haven’t scored any points for the Universe in a while, so let’s bask in our glory. We spent a ton of money, messed around with protons and physics and Really Big and Really Cold Vacuums and not only did we avoid creating earth sucking black holes, no one got hurt in the process. And, here’s the icing on the cake, it worked. I mean, really, for us, our species, that’s pretty monumental. (Hubble Telescope fiasco, anyone?)

Though, heh heh, if the collider had, um, you know, created black hole(s) and wreaked havoc on the fabric of the entire Universe the whole Global Warming thing would have become a moot issue. The few remaining polar bears, as they whirled into the vortex would have looked at humans, put their paws on their hips, smirked, shrugged in an accusatory “what do you expect from humans?” kind of way. Dolphins would have put a jocular flipper on the polar bears’ shoulders, then also would have smirked at the humans but added a roll of their eyes and a “we tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen, would you? You just had to do it your way. Well, now look what you’ve gone and done” kind of look.

But we (our species) messed around with protons and vacuums and heavy machinery and we didn't disrupt the fabric of the Universe. (Or did we...perhaps this all happened four years ago. LOST debuted September 22, 2004. The Hadron Collider was originally supposed to be completed in 2005. Coincidence?? Suspending logic and all credibility, one theory could be that LOST isn't merely a serial television drama. Perhaps it's a documentary of what happened when they tested the Hadron Collider in October, 2004, before it was, you know, really ready to be tested. That would explain the back and forth and back and forward in time issues. The Darma Initiative could actually be CERN. The whole series could be transmissions sent from inside a dimensional ripple just prior to being sucked into the black hole. Four years ago. And we're just now receiving them. It would also explain the ripple-y atmosphere when the plane crashed. It would also explain everything on the island heretofore dismissed as wacky island psychotropic drug related halucinations. Speaking of Polar Bears.)

Here’s what concerns me. After spending way too much time in the past few months trying to get my head around how the collider works and all the reasons why it wouldn’t create a planet sucking black hole, I decided to allow myself to ponder the “what if” questions. I read up on the Schwarzschild radius event horizon, Einstein’s theory of relativity, gravitational physics 101 and every episode of Star Trek I’ve ever seen. Scary bit indicating I really, really need to seek professional help in 3-2-1: Here’s what all that reading and pondering left me wondering: So, let’s say a black hole of planet sucking infinite vortex proportions were manufactured in France. Or Switzerland. Whichever. Okay. They fire up the old collider and whoosh! away we all go, sucked into a black hole. Since the collider is in the Northern hemisphere would it suck us in clockwise, or counterclockwise, or straight in, no swirl? Are black holes just giant toilets using atomic vacuum energy instead of water?

Further, if a planet sucking infinite black hole collider was built in the Southern hemisphere (shout out to Australia), and it was fired up at the exact time as the Hadron collider in France. Switzerland. Whichever. would the two (hypothetically) opposite direction swirling planet sucking infinite vortex black holes cancel each other out, basically suck each other up to a point of nonexistence, leaving everyone standing there wondering what happened and checking the power outlet to make sure the things were plugged in?

I told you our species is in big trouble. I’m not appearance or celebrity obsessed but I’m not exactly putting my gray matter to significant use, either. Mysteries of the Universe are being unlocked and I’m laying awake at night wondering if the direction of swirl in a planet sucking infinite vortex of a black hole is dependent upon which hemisphere the collider resides. You know, like a toilet.

I also spent waaaaaay too much time musing on how best to find out the answer. I’m guessing when you get sucked into the infinite vortex of a black hole things are kind of frantic. You know, there at the edge of the Schwarzschild radius you probably tend to get a bit panicky. And then oops, away you go. Over the event horizon. Never to be seen again. I’m guessing given those circumstances it’s easy to get a little directionally turned around. There you are swirling in infinity, probably being stretched and particulated all over the place, and then you think, “hey, am I being swirled, stretched and particulated clockwise, or counterclockwise? Oh crap, I can’t even tell up from down. Wait, let me take a look at my watch. If I’m swirling the same direction as the second hand I’m swirling clockwise! And that will be helpful information because then I can begin to triangulate and figure out up (and out) from down (and into the infinite absorption of a black hole). Wow. I never imagined I’d be able to think these sorts of thoughts in the midst of being stretched and particulated in the infinite vortex of a black hole. My sophomore physics and trigonometry teachers were right! I am glad I paid attention! I am using this in real life! Oh but wait. Time. Movement. Gears. Momentum. Vacuum. Crap. What was that I learned in physics? Shoot. How does that go again? I knew I should have worn my Casio digital calculator watch today, I knew it!”

Yep. After laying awake nights thinking about the direction of the swirl of black holes, or if there’s any swirl at all, the best game plan I could come up with is: Wear a digital watch. Preferably one with a calculator. The analog (gear) style watch is (presumably) of no use whatsoever in a black hole, but a digital watch might at least keep counting accurate Earth time. Sure, once you’re sucked into an infinite vortex of a black hole Earth time is pretty much pointless. But. It is a familiar frame of reference.

And that leads us neatly back to Einstein’s theory of relativity. It is all relative. You’re in a black hole. Sucked into its infinite vortex. Earth time is relatively pointless in comparison to your new time zone in an infinite vacuum. It’s a point of familiar reference, but it’s all relative to your new v. former realities. You’re being sucked into the infinite vortex of a black hole. Do you really care what time it is in Earth increments? Trust me, this much I know, if Earth is sucked into a black hole The Hills will not be showing at its regularly scheduled time. Not even tears, drama, cute accessories and a lame soundtrack can change that. Time as we know it on normal Earth truly is irrelevant once you're sucked into the infinite vortex of a planet sucking black hole.

So. Yay us. "Particle collider fires, no black holes form" Life as we know it, water swirling in the directions we've come to expect and time marching along the way we know it, sans planet sucking black hole vacuum, continues. We deserve a t-shirt.

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