Wednesday, November 30, 2011
From the day, strike that, the minute she was born, things began to change. The first to evolve was my thoughts on the birthing process and the vagina in general. After seeing my new baby sister enter the world, I thought to myself, I want NO part of this most unnatural, most painful, and most gnarly thing my little 10 year old eyes had see up to date. Right then and there I decided that having kids was just not in the play book for me.
Ironically watching her grow and how much she has changed over the years, now at the ripe age of 18, I get a little emotional, like a parent would, thinking about the first time she ate baby food and refused to use a spoon. Or when we would talk in fake Spanish when she was 3. Putting her to sleep, the weird glasses that we would put on her that would turn her into a loony psychopath....all the little things seem to add up and morph into a big ball that lodges into my throat, chokes me up. I feel like I have had my kid for this lifetime, of course without the financial and "roof over her head" aspect, but you get the gist. Now she is this hugely determined, kind, beautiful young woman growing right before my eyes. But to me, she will always be my baby.
Photo by: Candyland
Monday, November 28, 2011
As the fun goes, so goes Triumph. From beach to mountains you'll find Triumphs being ridden by active people.
Of coures my dyslexia chose to read, ridden by attractive people
In my defence, active people ARE in usually on the more attractive side in juxtaposition of be unattractive or unhealthy. Ahh tomato tomato, I need that bike.
"Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot."
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
New(to me) SciFi obsession! The original tv series is pretty awesome. Never, I repeat, never, watch the movie. They have the Asian kid from those Harold and Kumar and naked college party movies as Sulu and Jim was some kid that was an apparent Tron left over. Wrong!!! I will admit, Spock's jet black Vidal Sassoon styled hair and sky blue uniform are giving me ideas for next Halloween...or Comic Con. Never been, and yet what better way to christen the first trip then proper Star Trek attire with pointy ears and all. Ha! I wish I was that cool....Live long and prosper.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
I went to workout with Kjoy radio last night and she said something that seemed to really pop. During my morning news interweb skim, I thought of the comment she had made. "...some really smart people can do some really dumb things..." or something to that effect. That seemed to resonate in my head as soon as I saw yet another news blurp about Facebook and privacy issues. Here we go again.. Now, you are never going to be able to "erase" your profile. Great. Deleting your profile now, is just a fancy way of logging off? The beast tracks you up to 90 days in a row, where you have been, who have had private conversations with that you thought had been erased, and so on. It made me think, christ almighty this is insanity. This creepy looking kid has not only stolen an idea from a college friend, made the Forbes list because of it,and he now has 800 million members that are addicted to this "social network". I say addiction because people are talking about this shit like Rick James talked about cocaine on the Chappelle show. "It's a hell of a drug." It's everywhere!! TV, buses, radio, magazines, news papers, you name it. It has a facebook page. It's life blood to some.
When fb is ever brought up in conversation it's almost like clock work, people have their reasons that they are still using. Which are all just bullshit excuses if you ask me. Sorry Atari. "I just use it to stay in contact with family." use a phone "I just use it share pictures." develop film and mail it "I only go on there once and a while." liar
The only thing facies is for is snooping. I was on facies at one point, and I found that, that was all there was to do! Other then creating a shrine of yourself or showboating. And when I say snooping I mean, who did sally talk to today, where did bob go this weekend ect ect...Who cares?? The worst for me, was having to holding back vomit when seeing "I love my life" or "Livin the dream" posts. Puke.
So after all the bitching and angry posts, I decided to quit, almost as a dare to myself. After all, all I was doing was complaining about it. At one point it made me feel jealous to see some philly writing on my dudes wall "I miss you I had a dream about you", most of all it made me sick to my stomach to see some of the stupid things people thought was necessary to post on a day to day basis. Again who cares?? I'm proud to say I have not been back and don't not plan on falling off the wagon. Lord knows there have been people that have jumped ship and somehow got back on for their own reasons. May the Force be with you all.
To think that some, if not most of my nearest and dearest are apart of this sham is so frustrating because, well look at the kid who created it?? He is the son of a psychiatrist and a dentist. He was in a fraternity. Harvard grad....do I need to go on? He puts the Yup in Yuppie. Most of my friends and family are in no way associated with this kind of kin(folk), and yet they are supporting this Zuckerberg guy like he has the secret of life. My hope is not to offend, but to open eyes to the basic facts of this monster machine we call Facebook. To my boyfriend, friends, and relatives I say, you are the most important people in the world to me for a million and one reasons. But most of all, you are extremely intelligent people. Why would you want to be associated with something that this guy created to control you? I guess I have to wander my way back to my friends original statement.
Fact: Some really smart people do really dumb things.
Monday, November 14, 2011
I'm picking out a Thermos for you. No ordinary Thermos will do. A extra best Thermos that you can buy, w/ vinyl and stripes and a cup built right in!
The only thing missing from this batch of carney clowns would be a shot of Navan Johnson from The Jerk, next to a giant billboard sign for Cup O Pizza.
This is a far cry from what I have been force fed through my bleeding ears this morning. Everything from Kelly Clarkson to Avril Levin. Whywhywhy. Moving forward I will just have to baptize myself in the YouTube world of my own play lists and favorite videos before Dido makes me staple gun my ears to my temporal lobe and hang myself. Dramatic? Yes. But If you came to work on an Monday of all days with, Since You've Been Gone playing at volume 11, you would be in the same dramatic dookie as me. Tooooooo much for a Monday.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Changing fading burning fast
Lightning striking dying last
Make or break time to decide
Can't win or lose fast to reside
Even though this song has been used more times then a Rolling Stones in a Martin Scorsese movie, it will forever give me goosebumps. "your sons and your daughters are beyond your command, your old road is rapidly aging" Ahhhhhhggg! That is like swimming in baby powder for the linguistic side of my brain.
Ross Perot? Jumpy little thing isn't he? The tiny tim Texan with the quick almost MGM trained talk isn't running for president again, but he is launching a web site with plenty of the graphs and charts he made famous when explaining our money woes in '92. Launch date tbd. AAAAAAnd that has been our very first segment of "Whatever happened to..."
"Be careful about picking a fight with people who buy ink by the barrel and paper by the ton." -R. Perot
Since she is gone, like Hall and Oats said, "I gotta learn how to face it" and move on to the next.My wings have gone south for the winter and the dress that I coveted is now in the hands of another. Moving forward.
This is the tuxedo dress. She is the new apple of my eye. If I had the stones I would make it on my own. But alas I am stoneless and must wait it out with the rest of the rubes.