Tarot today says,
"You may need to exhibit self-restraint, especially if everyone seems to be urging you to give it your all. It may seem like you're doing well with everything that's happening, but overextension has significant consequences now and you could risk losing what you've already gained. Slow down and do less; it's better to get a few things done right than to cleverly spin your wheels accomplishing nothing."
Well I can give it a shot, but since I've been up since 2 AM - A-FUCKING-GAIN, and I have two - count 'em T-W-O pulled upper hamstrings thanks to this medication, kiss my ass and call me Fuzzy.
And let me think where the last place on earth I would like to be right now ---- oh yeah, at this shithole job.
At least I'm seeing my chiropractor today. That has to be the most relaxing place -except for Key Lime - that I can go. Besides the fact he is a complete wizard and fixed my back 20 times last year, it's just a nice place to be.
Then I may just go the hell home and sleep with the cats. Of course, that would - yet again - throw off my sleep pattern, but zzzzz's are zzzzz's. Hell, if I wanted to, I could just say I was in Australia where they really are sleeping right now. Actually, New Zealand would be better.
Two more hours before the chiro. Let's see if the ol' girl can hang in there that long without going ballistic.
The doc has still not called about my health issues, which could be anything from a mono relapse to "fluid around my heart". As SJ so pointed out, "Don't worry about that, girl. You need to have a heart to have fluid around it."
Suck my left pinkie toe, SJ.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
The Beginning of the Fall... Southern Style
Let's see... where to begin?
Just as an opener, just remember, THE "A-T-L" quite possibly is the complete answer to our City's problems. Dumb-asses (is that the plural form of Dumbass?) can't pronounce, much less spell, "A-T-L-A-N-T-A", so our slogan is " The ATL" - as though putting an article (aka "the") makes it sound more honourable. Hmmmm, makes me wonder where this place is going and since I already have a first class ticket to the ninth circle of Hell when I finally get kicked to the curb, so I don't really think I need to live in it whilst on this planet.
First, it looks like our illustrious Mayor was (understood, past tense) the Mother-in-Law to this dipshit:
Me thinks that if someone can find a way to cut the collar off his dog ass and scamper cross-country for 7 months, he should have had a bit more difficult time. Hell, I've had more trouble crossing the Alabama State Line, but I also spent 16 full, HELL-A-SHOUS (yeah, spelling is off there, too, but I'm on freaky meds so I have an excuse) days crossing the country, but I wasn't a criminal wanted for trafficking 500 kg of white snow from Californina to Atlanta to Greenville every week---- oh, and I don't mean the snow you can get at Tahoe.
For details, you can look at any City paper, AJC and Loaf are 2 - liberal examples, but the details will come out.
http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A234711
Second, look at what came out of the killing of that old lady on English Ave last year. These three WHITE cops plead guilty to manslaughter to avoid other charges, which involve the death penalty (to include felony murder, false imprisionmnet, etc), so they can piss away 12-14 years in the Pokie. Something tells me it won't be a "Sandals" type of resort once Bubba, Billy Ray, and JohnBoy get there. Don't bend over for the soap, y'all, 'cause once they find out you are not only cops, but rat-cops--- damn, can you tell me how many miles it takes for a direct flight to Hell? I'll take those now, if you please. At least I have SkyMiles to get there. Besides, they cut this deal so they could tell FBI, GBI and everyone else about everyone else that is crooked in our system. If there was a way I could illustrate "shit hitting the fan", I would, but I have enough to worry about just walking around my own house without shoes on. However, prescription drugs seem to help....at least some of us.
OK, what's next? Looks as though the ATL housing authority has decided to crack - pardon the pun - down on the "Projects" (i.e., federally and state and city funded housing). This means that after 2-1/2 years, they "say" they're going to kick out anyone who lives in a housing project that cannot work 30 hours a week or show that they are in vocational or educational program. And some of these assholes actually got out there and protested. One excuse was, "Well, there are women out there that cannot work because they don't have the duckies for child support." Excuse the fuck out of me?
My next door neighbour had to adopt her fucking GRANDKIDS because her daughter realized she was a lesbian - I shit you not - and she just happened to be a crack ho - (yeah, I wrote it like that because in school they don't teach you the proper way to spell "whore" - ask Imus). This woman has to be in her sixties, works manual labour 4 AM until 3 PM six days a week and she actually started on Section 8, but has paid her house off. She is a good neigbour and I always worry about recipricating. The pigs across the street and the ones that infest the 'hood, are the ones the AHA is focusing on. Get a grip, folks. If you work, you get what you work for (if not a little less), but at least you earned it. And this coming from a Socalist?!
That being said, I want to have a baby before I'm 41 (that's old to some of you fuckheads, but you deal with my hormones for a month at my age and I'd gladly swap my uterus for your loser prostate.) Needless to say, I want what they call a "planned parentship", not a "un-planned parenthood" issue. But that's just me. I've seen so many people in the past six years living here that only seem to have children because of welfare and/or because they were simply irresponsible. I understand a mistake, really, really I do. However, you don't make same godamn mistake more that 3 times. That's when you simply earn the title of "Mistress Fucking Idiot-Mooch/Slut".
Leave my tax dollars alone. Earn your money. I'm in a job that I hate worse than anything, but it pays me enough to keep this house and get me by - albeit with some heartburn - but for FUCK-SAKE - I work to do that. When I come home for lunch and you and your 20-year-old friends are standing across the street from my house - just "hangin'" at noon, you are NOT in school and you are not at work--- that's when I've found the Gregorian chants very effective.
On the federal level of this subject, guess what? The majority or assholes in the Supreme Court voted to veto "late term abortion", which is one of the topic Bill Maher brought up with his panel to include that Manly-Man, Amy Holmes. She said she is pro-choice, but does not support "late term abortion". OK, Chica, let me tell you something.... late-term is defined by abortion after the fourth month or after the beginning of the second semester. OK, hang with me here, Doctor Holmes, but do you know what an "amniocentesis" is? I doubt it considering you are around 23 years old and you support Bush- but ignorance aside... I'm here to educate you in my aging years...
Amniocentesis is conducted during the second trimester only so the doctor and the PATIENT/WOMAN can determine whether or not the FETUS she is carrying is also pre-genetically determined to have a disease such as Down's Syndrome and others. I have a friend who decided to have a Down baby and I know that this little girl can live happy, albeit short-lived lives - if cared for properly. However, at my age, with my health, I don't have the fucking energy and NOBODY adopts a Down kid. Let's get this clear to all you penis-carrying, empty-headed morons and all of their Stepford Wives, it's not a legislative issue, it's a moral and personal issue. And you call Democrats "big government". HA.
Well, I've been up since 2 AM - sans a few hours of daybreak napping - and my rants are gettin old, even for me. Also, there is something to be said about running your mouth about "how good you are feeling", then the next day, barely able to sit upright for five minutes.
Oh, and if you want to watch a great movie, "Notes on a Scandal", "King of Scotland" and, "Blood Diamond" - all thanks to these wacky drugs, body chemistry, muscle cramps and inevitable insomnia. Trust me, I don't need to look up the history of the word, "catapult". No wonder one cat is on Prozac, the other two on Valium. I may re-think that theft option considering I'm the one paying for it.
Just as an opener, just remember, THE "A-T-L" quite possibly is the complete answer to our City's problems. Dumb-asses (is that the plural form of Dumbass?) can't pronounce, much less spell, "A-T-L-A-N-T-A", so our slogan is " The ATL" - as though putting an article (aka "the") makes it sound more honourable. Hmmmm, makes me wonder where this place is going and since I already have a first class ticket to the ninth circle of Hell when I finally get kicked to the curb, so I don't really think I need to live in it whilst on this planet.
First, it looks like our illustrious Mayor was (understood, past tense) the Mother-in-Law to this dipshit:
Me thinks that if someone can find a way to cut the collar off his dog ass and scamper cross-country for 7 months, he should have had a bit more difficult time. Hell, I've had more trouble crossing the Alabama State Line, but I also spent 16 full, HELL-A-SHOUS (yeah, spelling is off there, too, but I'm on freaky meds so I have an excuse) days crossing the country, but I wasn't a criminal wanted for trafficking 500 kg of white snow from Californina to Atlanta to Greenville every week---- oh, and I don't mean the snow you can get at Tahoe.
For details, you can look at any City paper, AJC and Loaf are 2 - liberal examples, but the details will come out.
http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A234711
Second, look at what came out of the killing of that old lady on English Ave last year. These three WHITE cops plead guilty to manslaughter to avoid other charges, which involve the death penalty (to include felony murder, false imprisionmnet, etc), so they can piss away 12-14 years in the Pokie. Something tells me it won't be a "Sandals" type of resort once Bubba, Billy Ray, and JohnBoy get there. Don't bend over for the soap, y'all, 'cause once they find out you are not only cops, but rat-cops--- damn, can you tell me how many miles it takes for a direct flight to Hell? I'll take those now, if you please. At least I have SkyMiles to get there. Besides, they cut this deal so they could tell FBI, GBI and everyone else about everyone else that is crooked in our system. If there was a way I could illustrate "shit hitting the fan", I would, but I have enough to worry about just walking around my own house without shoes on. However, prescription drugs seem to help....at least some of us.
OK, what's next? Looks as though the ATL housing authority has decided to crack - pardon the pun - down on the "Projects" (i.e., federally and state and city funded housing). This means that after 2-1/2 years, they "say" they're going to kick out anyone who lives in a housing project that cannot work 30 hours a week or show that they are in vocational or educational program. And some of these assholes actually got out there and protested. One excuse was, "Well, there are women out there that cannot work because they don't have the duckies for child support." Excuse the fuck out of me?
My next door neighbour had to adopt her fucking GRANDKIDS because her daughter realized she was a lesbian - I shit you not - and she just happened to be a crack ho - (yeah, I wrote it like that because in school they don't teach you the proper way to spell "whore" - ask Imus). This woman has to be in her sixties, works manual labour 4 AM until 3 PM six days a week and she actually started on Section 8, but has paid her house off. She is a good neigbour and I always worry about recipricating. The pigs across the street and the ones that infest the 'hood, are the ones the AHA is focusing on. Get a grip, folks. If you work, you get what you work for (if not a little less), but at least you earned it. And this coming from a Socalist?!
That being said, I want to have a baby before I'm 41 (that's old to some of you fuckheads, but you deal with my hormones for a month at my age and I'd gladly swap my uterus for your loser prostate.) Needless to say, I want what they call a "planned parentship", not a "un-planned parenthood" issue. But that's just me. I've seen so many people in the past six years living here that only seem to have children because of welfare and/or because they were simply irresponsible. I understand a mistake, really, really I do. However, you don't make same godamn mistake more that 3 times. That's when you simply earn the title of "Mistress Fucking Idiot-Mooch/Slut".
Leave my tax dollars alone. Earn your money. I'm in a job that I hate worse than anything, but it pays me enough to keep this house and get me by - albeit with some heartburn - but for FUCK-SAKE - I work to do that. When I come home for lunch and you and your 20-year-old friends are standing across the street from my house - just "hangin'" at noon, you are NOT in school and you are not at work--- that's when I've found the Gregorian chants very effective.
On the federal level of this subject, guess what? The majority or assholes in the Supreme Court voted to veto "late term abortion", which is one of the topic Bill Maher brought up with his panel to include that Manly-Man, Amy Holmes. She said she is pro-choice, but does not support "late term abortion". OK, Chica, let me tell you something.... late-term is defined by abortion after the fourth month or after the beginning of the second semester. OK, hang with me here, Doctor Holmes, but do you know what an "amniocentesis" is? I doubt it considering you are around 23 years old and you support Bush- but ignorance aside... I'm here to educate you in my aging years...
Amniocentesis is conducted during the second trimester only so the doctor and the PATIENT/WOMAN can determine whether or not the FETUS she is carrying is also pre-genetically determined to have a disease such as Down's Syndrome and others. I have a friend who decided to have a Down baby and I know that this little girl can live happy, albeit short-lived lives - if cared for properly. However, at my age, with my health, I don't have the fucking energy and NOBODY adopts a Down kid. Let's get this clear to all you penis-carrying, empty-headed morons and all of their Stepford Wives, it's not a legislative issue, it's a moral and personal issue. And you call Democrats "big government". HA.
Well, I've been up since 2 AM - sans a few hours of daybreak napping - and my rants are gettin old, even for me. Also, there is something to be said about running your mouth about "how good you are feeling", then the next day, barely able to sit upright for five minutes.
Oh, and if you want to watch a great movie, "Notes on a Scandal", "King of Scotland" and, "Blood Diamond" - all thanks to these wacky drugs, body chemistry, muscle cramps and inevitable insomnia. Trust me, I don't need to look up the history of the word, "catapult". No wonder one cat is on Prozac, the other two on Valium. I may re-think that theft option considering I'm the one paying for it.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Coming to a Breakdown
So the details aren't going to be given, but yeah, when Melissa Ethridge's song, "Having a Breakdown" comes on time and time and these meds are so totally fucking with everything, which isn't already fucked, I think that's called a breakdown. Thankfully, I'm trying to see the "glass half full" so "having a breakdown" really translates to "coming to a breakdown" --- it's a language thing.
Here's a mental image of how positive I am fighting to be. Normally, I am the fun one, but these meds are turning me into a demon. How fucked up that the cats can have Valium and Prozac and I've gotta have beta-blockers. And, no, I'm not going to steal from any of the cats because it's better than picking up furr-balls and turds (not to mention having to tell overnight guests to keep their shoes on because they don't know what "liquid" they could walk atop). That really makes for a bad morning.
Anyway, I trying to stay up. Here's a good mental representation of my meager attempt, and thankfully Daddy doesn't read my blog - 'cause you KNOW he'd have an opinion. I finally changed my desktop picture...
So from this:
Delacroix
TO:
MC Escher
Here's a mental image of how positive I am fighting to be. Normally, I am the fun one, but these meds are turning me into a demon. How fucked up that the cats can have Valium and Prozac and I've gotta have beta-blockers. And, no, I'm not going to steal from any of the cats because it's better than picking up furr-balls and turds (not to mention having to tell overnight guests to keep their shoes on because they don't know what "liquid" they could walk atop). That really makes for a bad morning.
Anyway, I trying to stay up. Here's a good mental representation of my meager attempt, and thankfully Daddy doesn't read my blog - 'cause you KNOW he'd have an opinion. I finally changed my desktop picture...
So from this:
Delacroix
TO:
MC Escher
Bill Maher is a Genius
one of the only perks of taking a medicine cocktail that causes insomnia is that you can watch shows that come on at 1:00 AM that normally you wouldn't get to see. Last night I got to see Real Time with Bill Maher. Amy Holmes has to be a man because that stupid bitch is only one Prozac away from Ann Coulter. And Holmes is black. Yeah, I know, Condi Rice is a black woman who fully supports that mental retard of a President, but she's fucking him blind and probably getting paid a nice sum for it.
Getting back to something that won't raise my stress levels, in case you missed New Rules, here's the best one from last night, especially after reading the Rush Limbaugh anti-global warming shit he spews all the time...
"And, finally, New Rule: From now on, Earth Day really must be a year-round thing. And...and in honor of this Earth Day, starting Monday, supermarket clerks must stop putting the big bottle of detergent with the handle on it, in a plastic bag. I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but you see that handle you just lifted the detergent with? I could use that same handle to carry the detergent to my car.
And while we're at it, stop putting my liquor in a smaller paper sack before you put it in the big paper sack with my other stuff. What, are you afraid my groceries will think less of me if they see I've been drinking? Trust me, the broccoli doesn't care, and the condoms, they already know.
So, here's a quote from Albert Einstein. He said, if the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination. No more plants. No more animals. No more man. Well, guess what? The bees are disappearing in massive numbers all around the world. And if you think I'm being alarmist, and that, "Oh, they'll figure out some way to pollinate the plants." No, they've tried.
For a lot of what we eat, only bees work. And they're not working. They're gone. It's called "colony collapse disorder," when the hive's inhabitants suddenly disappear and all that's left are a few queens and some immature workers. Like when a party winds down at Elton John's house. Queens imagery.
But, I think we are the ones suffering from colony collapse disorder. Because, although nobody really knows for sure what's killing the bees, it's not Al Qaeda, and it's not God doing some of his Old Testament shtick. And it's not Winnie the Pooh. It's us. It could be from pesticides or genetically-modified food or global warming, or the high fructose corn syrup we started to feed them.
Recently, it was discovered that bees won't fly near cell phones. The electromagnetic signals they emit might screw up the bees' navigation system, knocking them out of the sky. So, thanks, big mouth guy in line at Starbucks. You just killed us.
It's nature's way of saying, "Can you hear me now?"
Last week, I asked, if it solved global warming, would you give up the TV remote and go back to carting your fat a$$ over to the television set every time you wanted to change the channel. If it comes down to the cell phone versus the bee, will we choose to literally blather ourselves to death? Will we continue to tell ourselves that we don't have to solve environmental problems, we can just adapt? Build sea walls instead of stopping the ice caps from melting. Don't save the creatures of the earth in the oceans; just learn to eat the slime and the jellyfish that nothing can kill; like Chinese restaurants are already doing.
You know what? Maybe you don't need to talk on your cell phone all the time. Maybe you don't need a bag when you buy a keychain. Americans throw out 100 billion plastic bags a year, and they all take 1,000 years to decompose. Your children's children's children will never know you, but they'll know you once bought batteries at the 99-cents Store because the bag will still be caught in a tree. Except there won't be any trees.
Sunday is Earth Day. Please educate someone about the birds and the bees. Because, without bees, humans become the canary in the coal mine. And we make bad canaries, because we're already such sheep."
Getting back to something that won't raise my stress levels, in case you missed New Rules, here's the best one from last night, especially after reading the Rush Limbaugh anti-global warming shit he spews all the time...
"And, finally, New Rule: From now on, Earth Day really must be a year-round thing. And...and in honor of this Earth Day, starting Monday, supermarket clerks must stop putting the big bottle of detergent with the handle on it, in a plastic bag. I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but you see that handle you just lifted the detergent with? I could use that same handle to carry the detergent to my car.
And while we're at it, stop putting my liquor in a smaller paper sack before you put it in the big paper sack with my other stuff. What, are you afraid my groceries will think less of me if they see I've been drinking? Trust me, the broccoli doesn't care, and the condoms, they already know.
So, here's a quote from Albert Einstein. He said, if the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination. No more plants. No more animals. No more man. Well, guess what? The bees are disappearing in massive numbers all around the world. And if you think I'm being alarmist, and that, "Oh, they'll figure out some way to pollinate the plants." No, they've tried.
For a lot of what we eat, only bees work. And they're not working. They're gone. It's called "colony collapse disorder," when the hive's inhabitants suddenly disappear and all that's left are a few queens and some immature workers. Like when a party winds down at Elton John's house. Queens imagery.
But, I think we are the ones suffering from colony collapse disorder. Because, although nobody really knows for sure what's killing the bees, it's not Al Qaeda, and it's not God doing some of his Old Testament shtick. And it's not Winnie the Pooh. It's us. It could be from pesticides or genetically-modified food or global warming, or the high fructose corn syrup we started to feed them.
Recently, it was discovered that bees won't fly near cell phones. The electromagnetic signals they emit might screw up the bees' navigation system, knocking them out of the sky. So, thanks, big mouth guy in line at Starbucks. You just killed us.
It's nature's way of saying, "Can you hear me now?"
Last week, I asked, if it solved global warming, would you give up the TV remote and go back to carting your fat a$$ over to the television set every time you wanted to change the channel. If it comes down to the cell phone versus the bee, will we choose to literally blather ourselves to death? Will we continue to tell ourselves that we don't have to solve environmental problems, we can just adapt? Build sea walls instead of stopping the ice caps from melting. Don't save the creatures of the earth in the oceans; just learn to eat the slime and the jellyfish that nothing can kill; like Chinese restaurants are already doing.
You know what? Maybe you don't need to talk on your cell phone all the time. Maybe you don't need a bag when you buy a keychain. Americans throw out 100 billion plastic bags a year, and they all take 1,000 years to decompose. Your children's children's children will never know you, but they'll know you once bought batteries at the 99-cents Store because the bag will still be caught in a tree. Except there won't be any trees.
Sunday is Earth Day. Please educate someone about the birds and the bees. Because, without bees, humans become the canary in the coal mine. And we make bad canaries, because we're already such sheep."
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Tragedy at Virginia Tech
I've had some email traffic from my cousin, who is a professor at GT. Also, my boss is from VT and most of his kids and family are either graduates or professors there.
Here is an abbreviated list - chronologically - of our traffic. I'm deleting names because of some people's inability to control their outlash at my honest opinions and like to broadcast them, but family knows me and other family.
The Virginia Tech thing really will scar my trip out west, but it was a good, definately needed break, even though the laundry has grown exponentially. At least I don't need a coat or sweater to do what needs to get done.
Email sent on Thursday, April 19th at 2:30 AM local time.
>M&H,
>
>I know that we all have family and friends in Blacksburg and at Virginia Tech. M, please let me know if any of our family were directly affected by Monday's tragedy and tell them I am thinking of them.
>
>H, I hope your family and friends are also well.
>
>My thoughts are with everyone who was affected and since I've gotten emails from friends and family around the world wishing the best for everyone, I thought I would pass along my thoughts and prayers.
>
>I'm still in California, but will be home Saturday.
>
>My best to all.
My cousin's response...
>Subject: RE: Virginia Tech Tragedy
>Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 12:39:57 -0400
>
>thank you for your message
>so far as i know i don't know anyone affected by this personally
>but it is truly heartbreaking
>i went into a classroom yesterday and an image flashed
>in my mind of a madman shooting my students
>i had to walk back out again to regain my composure
>yet the further tragedy -- one we can hardly bear the burden of
>-- is that in some parts of the world this is daily existence
>m
>
>Sent: Sun 4/22/2007 7:53 AM
>Subject: Virginia Tech Tragedy
Hey there. I'm sorry to hear about your classroom anxiety, but I never really considered the perspective from a professor's side, so thank you. I'm also so grateful that nobody I know was directly affected, but I tend to sympathize too much with those who lost so much simply to a man whose brain was incorrectly wired.
You are correct about the sadness that the world has reduced itself to becoming seemingly so immune. But, I try concentrate on the positives, albeit sometimes difficult.
That being said, I just got back from San Jose, Palo Alto, and San Francisco. One of my favourite artists (M.C. Escher) was, ironically, being exhibited at the San Jose Museum of Art (next door to the hotel where D's conference was held). What amazing images. When I was in architecture classes (first year design), my professor used to accuse me of "impersonating" Escher's work because I had such trouble with lines of perspective (my left brain/Gemini curse). How funny that Escher's work almost had me kicked out of school, yet Escher himself is world known for his work. However, I'd never heard of Escher until my first year, so I have a true appreciation for his work. He also did a series called "Creation", which I had never seen and was in absolute awe! It literally brought my old bones to tears.
Here's one I found fascinating..
And this one...
I must have stood for 30 minutes in front of this one. Amazing.
Also, I don't know how Southerners have the reputation for being so hospitable when almost everyone I met in California were so kind and warm.
Let's get together sometime and have a glass of wine at "The Globe", or I'll take you "slumming" in my 'hood and we can go to "Redfish" on Memorial for supper. You and S. will like it. I don't think you even need to carry a handgun in that area anymore!
My best to S., our family, and your students. When I was a freshman at Auburn, my roommate was killed in a car crash on the last day of finals before Christmas break. I thought that was the most crushing thing that could happen to a family, but we all seem to cope, even the young ones.
Love,
Me
PS I think I'll go to Lyon and stay with my "adopted" French brother in September. They have a wonderful little cottage and just had their first child two years ago, whom I've never met. If you are in that part of the world at that time, maybe we can meet. I'm sure your French is better than mine!
Here is an abbreviated list - chronologically - of our traffic. I'm deleting names because of some people's inability to control their outlash at my honest opinions and like to broadcast them, but family knows me and other family.
The Virginia Tech thing really will scar my trip out west, but it was a good, definately needed break, even though the laundry has grown exponentially. At least I don't need a coat or sweater to do what needs to get done.
Email sent on Thursday, April 19th at 2:30 AM local time.
>M&H,
>
>I know that we all have family and friends in Blacksburg and at Virginia Tech. M, please let me know if any of our family were directly affected by Monday's tragedy and tell them I am thinking of them.
>
>H, I hope your family and friends are also well.
>
>My thoughts are with everyone who was affected and since I've gotten emails from friends and family around the world wishing the best for everyone, I thought I would pass along my thoughts and prayers.
>
>I'm still in California, but will be home Saturday.
>
>My best to all.
My cousin's response...
>Subject: RE: Virginia Tech Tragedy
>Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 12:39:57 -0400
>
>thank you for your message
>so far as i know i don't know anyone affected by this personally
>but it is truly heartbreaking
>i went into a classroom yesterday and an image flashed
>in my mind of a madman shooting my students
>i had to walk back out again to regain my composure
>yet the further tragedy -- one we can hardly bear the burden of
>-- is that in some parts of the world this is daily existence
>m
>
>Sent: Sun 4/22/2007 7:53 AM
>Subject: Virginia Tech Tragedy
Hey there. I'm sorry to hear about your classroom anxiety, but I never really considered the perspective from a professor's side, so thank you. I'm also so grateful that nobody I know was directly affected, but I tend to sympathize too much with those who lost so much simply to a man whose brain was incorrectly wired.
You are correct about the sadness that the world has reduced itself to becoming seemingly so immune. But, I try concentrate on the positives, albeit sometimes difficult.
That being said, I just got back from San Jose, Palo Alto, and San Francisco. One of my favourite artists (M.C. Escher) was, ironically, being exhibited at the San Jose Museum of Art (next door to the hotel where D's conference was held). What amazing images. When I was in architecture classes (first year design), my professor used to accuse me of "impersonating" Escher's work because I had such trouble with lines of perspective (my left brain/Gemini curse). How funny that Escher's work almost had me kicked out of school, yet Escher himself is world known for his work. However, I'd never heard of Escher until my first year, so I have a true appreciation for his work. He also did a series called "Creation", which I had never seen and was in absolute awe! It literally brought my old bones to tears.
Here's one I found fascinating..
And this one...
I must have stood for 30 minutes in front of this one. Amazing.
Also, I don't know how Southerners have the reputation for being so hospitable when almost everyone I met in California were so kind and warm.
Let's get together sometime and have a glass of wine at "The Globe", or I'll take you "slumming" in my 'hood and we can go to "Redfish" on Memorial for supper. You and S. will like it. I don't think you even need to carry a handgun in that area anymore!
My best to S., our family, and your students. When I was a freshman at Auburn, my roommate was killed in a car crash on the last day of finals before Christmas break. I thought that was the most crushing thing that could happen to a family, but we all seem to cope, even the young ones.
Love,
Me
PS I think I'll go to Lyon and stay with my "adopted" French brother in September. They have a wonderful little cottage and just had their first child two years ago, whom I've never met. If you are in that part of the world at that time, maybe we can meet. I'm sure your French is better than mine!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Let's Make Something Completely Clear
If you have a penis, you don't even have a right to an opinion about abortion. Keep your dick in your pants if you want to judge a woman's right to do what she wants to with her own body.
And think about this for just a moment. Let's just say that 20 years from now, doctors can determine whether your fetus will be born and grow up to be on of the kids like the one who killed those people at VT. Still think that non-human fucking fetus is worth the lives of 32 people.
Get stoned, get counciling, or just blow your own fucking head off if you think you have the right to tell me or any other woman what to do with her body.
Fucking right wing Christian conservatives are going to send more women to the back alleys while restricting welfare to those women who chose to have their "unintended" children.
Fuck you.
And think about this for just a moment. Let's just say that 20 years from now, doctors can determine whether your fetus will be born and grow up to be on of the kids like the one who killed those people at VT. Still think that non-human fucking fetus is worth the lives of 32 people.
Get stoned, get counciling, or just blow your own fucking head off if you think you have the right to tell me or any other woman what to do with her body.
Fucking right wing Christian conservatives are going to send more women to the back alleys while restricting welfare to those women who chose to have their "unintended" children.
Fuck you.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
I Swear I Did NOT Make this up
My tarot just came up and this is what it said, I shit you not...
"Our compassion is heightened by the watery Pisces Moon. We may have to face an unexpected emotional situation when the Moon conjuncts surprising Uranus at 3:33 pm EDT. We are tempted to impulsively engage an argument, instead of sitting in passive contemplation. No matter what we say, though, something may not feel right with rationalizing Mercury forming a tense semisquare with diffusive Neptune. We must move beyond language for lasting solutions.
Stress builds throughout the day and even as you are making progress on one set of issues, another situation comes up. Unfortunately, this one may not be so easy to process. You might feel like you are trapped and there is no direct avenue to getting what you want. Whatever you do, rest assured that using force won't help your case. It's time for finesse and negotiation."
For fuck sake, I've got to print this on a card or tattoo it on my arm (kidding, Mummy). Besides it's only for today, but it works for me.
"Our compassion is heightened by the watery Pisces Moon. We may have to face an unexpected emotional situation when the Moon conjuncts surprising Uranus at 3:33 pm EDT. We are tempted to impulsively engage an argument, instead of sitting in passive contemplation. No matter what we say, though, something may not feel right with rationalizing Mercury forming a tense semisquare with diffusive Neptune. We must move beyond language for lasting solutions.
Stress builds throughout the day and even as you are making progress on one set of issues, another situation comes up. Unfortunately, this one may not be so easy to process. You might feel like you are trapped and there is no direct avenue to getting what you want. Whatever you do, rest assured that using force won't help your case. It's time for finesse and negotiation."
For fuck sake, I've got to print this on a card or tattoo it on my arm (kidding, Mummy). Besides it's only for today, but it works for me.
Friday, April 13, 2007
It's Do or Die Hour
It's almost 2 AM and I was "supposed" to get up at 4 AM. Snooze and risk it or just take caffene and see where I land. Everyting except the usual has been packed, and as usual, I probably overpacked. Fuck it. I'm not going to be the one to haul these fucking 49lb bags to and from the airport. Yellow Cab cometh at 5 AM whether I'm alone or not.
Christ, what a day. I really do begin to envy those that have 2 BD-2BA condos across the street from Tech. Not that I need the $2M to buy one, but please. Besides there really is something to say about "I live in downtown, in my house".
The possum came out tonight (he doesn't see as well in the light as the raccoon), but I gave him some of SJs OLD-ASS!! granola bars and he actually sat there and ate it. That was pretty cool. Of course, I will be the one to run him over when I back out of the driveway.
I'm totally jazzed about this trip. I really, really need it. WAAAAAA!
Anyway, I have my cell in my back pocket and it's set at a level so high, I'm going to get a literal shock in the ass at 4AM! That being said, looks like sleepy dwarf outweighed caffene-bean.
I'm sure I will talk to some of y'all whilst I sit and a cafe and finish this book.
Oooppps, two dogs got into a fight in my neihbours yard, one went running off into the "woods" whining, the other took off for the street. Lovely. Another Linus.
Now it is after 2 AM. I guess I better not be standing in a puddle of water.
Clunk.
Christ, what a day. I really do begin to envy those that have 2 BD-2BA condos across the street from Tech. Not that I need the $2M to buy one, but please. Besides there really is something to say about "I live in downtown, in my house".
The possum came out tonight (he doesn't see as well in the light as the raccoon), but I gave him some of SJs OLD-ASS!! granola bars and he actually sat there and ate it. That was pretty cool. Of course, I will be the one to run him over when I back out of the driveway.
I'm totally jazzed about this trip. I really, really need it. WAAAAAA!
Anyway, I have my cell in my back pocket and it's set at a level so high, I'm going to get a literal shock in the ass at 4AM! That being said, looks like sleepy dwarf outweighed caffene-bean.
I'm sure I will talk to some of y'all whilst I sit and a cafe and finish this book.
Oooppps, two dogs got into a fight in my neihbours yard, one went running off into the "woods" whining, the other took off for the street. Lovely. Another Linus.
Now it is after 2 AM. I guess I better not be standing in a puddle of water.
Clunk.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I Had a Funny Mental Image
that I had to share.
It dawned on me that I have been the one to carry out cat shit (in small non-see-through baggies) everyday, even though David sometime does it also. Plus, all the vehicles are here, except Red Ranger shows up occasionally, then leaves late.
The pigs (no offense to pigs in the farm), but across the street, already think I'm a wack job. Also, I threw a ladder at someone last Friday - right in the front yard, right in front of them. They heard what I said to the target of the ladder and they ALL went inside.
So, now, no David, cars here, sometimes even Red Ranger. Soon it will be all cars, Red Ranger and a black Toyota HUGE truck (my cat-sitters).
So, I get a chuckle wondering if these "boys" think I offed someone and chopped them up "Jeffery" style and I'm tossing out the parts a bit at a time.
Yeah, that's a chuckle, but this gets better...
I'm drawing a bath to calm the nerves. I have a great music channel, which I've finally figured out how to send through the sound system. I'm trying to decide what I want to listen to whilst in my soothing-relaxing bath and -----yup, here comes the RAP at 1200 decibals... breathe, breathe, think....
I made a selection on my music.
How about some Gregorian chants cranked out at about 1400 decibals? AND, not to be outdone, I opened the front windows, too.
Something tells me when it starts to get dark, the pigs may begin to get spooked. They're looking more and more like rats that just came out of a demolished building, but that's easy kill, pardon the pun.
However, when you think about it, There is always one cat in the window, which spook the shit out of them, they know I have a very bad temper and they know I carry a gun, and now - hopefully - they may think I took care of my own business and not to mess in mine.
Ahhhhhh, (I'll paraphrase Shakespeare), How can I fuck with thee???? Let me count the ways.
Off to the bath. Chuckle, chuckle.
It dawned on me that I have been the one to carry out cat shit (in small non-see-through baggies) everyday, even though David sometime does it also. Plus, all the vehicles are here, except Red Ranger shows up occasionally, then leaves late.
The pigs (no offense to pigs in the farm), but across the street, already think I'm a wack job. Also, I threw a ladder at someone last Friday - right in the front yard, right in front of them. They heard what I said to the target of the ladder and they ALL went inside.
So, now, no David, cars here, sometimes even Red Ranger. Soon it will be all cars, Red Ranger and a black Toyota HUGE truck (my cat-sitters).
So, I get a chuckle wondering if these "boys" think I offed someone and chopped them up "Jeffery" style and I'm tossing out the parts a bit at a time.
Yeah, that's a chuckle, but this gets better...
I'm drawing a bath to calm the nerves. I have a great music channel, which I've finally figured out how to send through the sound system. I'm trying to decide what I want to listen to whilst in my soothing-relaxing bath and -----yup, here comes the RAP at 1200 decibals... breathe, breathe, think....
I made a selection on my music.
How about some Gregorian chants cranked out at about 1400 decibals? AND, not to be outdone, I opened the front windows, too.
Something tells me when it starts to get dark, the pigs may begin to get spooked. They're looking more and more like rats that just came out of a demolished building, but that's easy kill, pardon the pun.
However, when you think about it, There is always one cat in the window, which spook the shit out of them, they know I have a very bad temper and they know I carry a gun, and now - hopefully - they may think I took care of my own business and not to mess in mine.
Ahhhhhh, (I'll paraphrase Shakespeare), How can I fuck with thee???? Let me count the ways.
Off to the bath. Chuckle, chuckle.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Racism in the South?
Honey, never!!
First, I don't listen to this guy and second, I want to pronounce his name "emu" (I've been corrected several times).
Anyway, I've been so busy today that I really haven't had the chance to see what the poop was about until now. After the story ended, I thought I'd check the growing population of CL R&R folks here in Atlanta. I swear, this was the first one I randomly hit upon...
Next time Imus goes to see sharpton....
He should take a peace offering.....
...Like some fried chicken, a watermelon, and a skinny white trash girl. maybe that fucking piece of shit will be a little more hospitable.
This is so fucking sad on a couple of levels: if this actually came from a child - that means they are being home-grown and learning quickly. If it's an adult or a geratric, they're the ones that rule the world.
Sometimes I'll pop over to other country's/cities and see their R&R. Racism and religious disharmony is so rampant in the world that to even pretend to deny that - well, you're a fucking retard (no offense intended to retards).
Brit Anglos and Sydney seem to have a much bigger problem with Muslims/Arab, the race riots in France a few years back, and oh yeah, September 11th.
Race has always been a hot-bed issue here, especially after the Olympics and we were supposed to be known as the international, love-your-brother society. But come on by my 'hood sometime. What gets my goat, really, really gets my goat is how the crackhead pigs and piglets can sit there, sell crack/weed, and holler out names to each other that are offensive to ME!!! For fucksake, what Imus said was only called out because he's a white boy. Sorry, but the same goes for the other side. Newt isn't exactly known for his candor when it comes to verbal slippage. Oh, and lest we forget the fucking Civil War.
Christopher Titus is on a world tour and I caught his show the other night. He really has an interesting perspective when it comes to "whitey" and it really is funny...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUCGgngMQmw
Ah well, I thought I would blog more, but I'm really tired today. I am so looking forward to California.
First, I don't listen to this guy and second, I want to pronounce his name "emu" (I've been corrected several times).
Anyway, I've been so busy today that I really haven't had the chance to see what the poop was about until now. After the story ended, I thought I'd check the growing population of CL R&R folks here in Atlanta. I swear, this was the first one I randomly hit upon...
Next time Imus goes to see sharpton....
He should take a peace offering.....
...Like some fried chicken, a watermelon, and a skinny white trash girl. maybe that fucking piece of shit will be a little more hospitable.
This is so fucking sad on a couple of levels: if this actually came from a child - that means they are being home-grown and learning quickly. If it's an adult or a geratric, they're the ones that rule the world.
Sometimes I'll pop over to other country's/cities and see their R&R. Racism and religious disharmony is so rampant in the world that to even pretend to deny that - well, you're a fucking retard (no offense intended to retards).
Brit Anglos and Sydney seem to have a much bigger problem with Muslims/Arab, the race riots in France a few years back, and oh yeah, September 11th.
Race has always been a hot-bed issue here, especially after the Olympics and we were supposed to be known as the international, love-your-brother society. But come on by my 'hood sometime. What gets my goat, really, really gets my goat is how the crackhead pigs and piglets can sit there, sell crack/weed, and holler out names to each other that are offensive to ME!!! For fucksake, what Imus said was only called out because he's a white boy. Sorry, but the same goes for the other side. Newt isn't exactly known for his candor when it comes to verbal slippage. Oh, and lest we forget the fucking Civil War.
Christopher Titus is on a world tour and I caught his show the other night. He really has an interesting perspective when it comes to "whitey" and it really is funny...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUCGgngMQmw
Ah well, I thought I would blog more, but I'm really tired today. I am so looking forward to California.
No Shit
Today's astrological chart for me reads...
"You are accustomed to duality, so the current mixed signals coming at you can be taken in stride. On one hand, you can see the storm clouds clearing, but on the other hand, you realize that you'll need patience to reach your goals if someone challenges your ideas. It can be difficult to maintain a slow steady pace, but that's exactly what you need to do for now."
This sounds more like Daddy advice that astrological stars. And how apropos. I guess sometimes I just need a kick in the pants to remind me that not everything can be done at once.
For example, breaking my glasses and a crown in the same week, not sleeping for shit, and generally worn out, something tells me I won't get most of it done. However, "slow and steady" sounds like a worthy option.
I was supposed to go to Augusta tomorrow to check on the house. Today is Tuesday. Wednesday to Augusta for half of a day, Thursday to pack for California, Friday night pick up David, Saturday morning - leave at 4 AM.
What is Bubba-Ganoosh going to do without me for a week, much less the furry critters in and outside the house?
Oh, and the possums and raccoons are at it again. Seems as though a possum is a bit more agreesive than they look when you see them laid flat on the on-ramp to Highway 54. Just some useful information that should make you appear to be an intellect at your next cocktail party.
"You are accustomed to duality, so the current mixed signals coming at you can be taken in stride. On one hand, you can see the storm clouds clearing, but on the other hand, you realize that you'll need patience to reach your goals if someone challenges your ideas. It can be difficult to maintain a slow steady pace, but that's exactly what you need to do for now."
This sounds more like Daddy advice that astrological stars. And how apropos. I guess sometimes I just need a kick in the pants to remind me that not everything can be done at once.
For example, breaking my glasses and a crown in the same week, not sleeping for shit, and generally worn out, something tells me I won't get most of it done. However, "slow and steady" sounds like a worthy option.
I was supposed to go to Augusta tomorrow to check on the house. Today is Tuesday. Wednesday to Augusta for half of a day, Thursday to pack for California, Friday night pick up David, Saturday morning - leave at 4 AM.
What is Bubba-Ganoosh going to do without me for a week, much less the furry critters in and outside the house?
Oh, and the possums and raccoons are at it again. Seems as though a possum is a bit more agreesive than they look when you see them laid flat on the on-ramp to Highway 54. Just some useful information that should make you appear to be an intellect at your next cocktail party.
Monday, April 09, 2007
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Considering I have been so seriously dyslexic these past few months, I'll go ahead and start with the ugly. Besides, I like happy endings better.
The UGLY:
Where do you start on this subject? Let's see: First off on my list - I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.
My second guess would be an early "mid-life crisis", but I'm WAY too fucking young (in chronological age) to need hair dye and fake nails.
Third, I like music better than TV and since I have great cable TV with music channels and I'm too lazy to change CDs or too stupid to make "playlists". Regardless, I used to listen to the "Alternative Music" channel....... now they have a category called, "Adult Alternative". Hmmmmm, what's up with the word "adult" all of a sudden? Maybe that's the problem - it wasn't yesterday, Dumbass. If anyone even attempts to contact me about my 20-year reunion, I will absolutely need a wrap-around jacket and a bunch of fluffy pillows.
Oh, and they do have an "alternative" station, but DAMN, that actually hurts. It sounds reminicent of the two feral boy cats that have shown up outside the window to either dry hump each other or try to go after Irene who has been fixed and will kick their asses sideways. Neither have been "tutored" as it were, and if I'm lucky, both will be by the time I get back from vacation (more on that subject in the "good" section). Of course, it's been so fucking cold here lately that they probably buddied-up in the garage loft because they figure when the temperature drops below 30, body warmth is more important than testosterone contests.
I guess I'm at the 'memory loss' stage. After my mother recovered from her chemo-therapy and radiation, she says she doesn't remember very much of that time period. I'm thankful, too. But that must be our natural protection system so that you don't "blow a 50 AMP fuse". Must be the same concept with me.
Lately, I can't seem to remember Jack Shit. I thought it was the booze, but I've cut that back almost entirely and I can't have Sudafed or anything. The only change has been that I'm on such a strong script for BP this past six weeks and the angst of the Masters, maybe this is a side effect of the drop. My BP was so high in January that they weren't going to let me leave when I went to my doctor's appointment, but it even seems to be in the recovery period and I'm going to see about getting some Prozac for yours truly. Hell, it helped AmberGrace immensely - as a matter of fact, she's in there now, snoring her head off.
The BAD:
The Masters: what a shitty tournament (most of it anyway).
Up until the Sunday round, the best part about watching the Master's on TV were the commercials. It was almost like Billy Payne had the groundskeepers rub SuperGlue around the rim of each cup. There was only one really, really, really awesome shot on each of the first three rounds. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was cold, it was windy, it was ugly (which also made it a shit tournie), but if you're a professional golfer playing at a level like the Master's, you probably are smart enough to run practice rounds in the Sahara, the Antartic, and a Cat 5 hurricane. Don't whine to me about 20 mile an hour wind and some fucking rain. And 45 degrees? Yankees play in that shit all the time. I wonder what they bitch about at St. Andrews?
By the way the best three commercials were all by IBM and they made me a bit weepy (Sam Shepard narrates), but I think I mentioned something about being old.... Oh shit, speaking of which, I just saw a photo of Peter Gabriel. Apparently, the song is from my era (Salsbury Hill), but the picture they put on the Music Channel of Gabriel is a bit more recent. OUCH.
The Good --- California, 'hood, cats, Bubba Ganoosh
I'm leaving for a vacation on Saturday to Palo Alto. One week. King Suite in Club Level, right across the street from college-boy-eye-candy. However, with the experiences I've been having lately with college children, I may just pick up a .33 and stand on the roof of the hotel and go postal on them. Maybe more details to come, but blogging isn't a way to show your dirty laundry.
The 'hood may finally be turning around. Thanks to the dumbasses that bought houses with ARMs during the "housing bubble", Georgia leads the country ---- by a long shot -in foreclosures. Almost every house on my street is either under new construction, renovation, sold for auction, or it's a FSBO shithole. And, all the new construction are McMansions. Yeah, that really fits, but I do understand growth. Mine will probably be the last one to go because I've put so much work into it. So it really will be mine. I don't think there is a price I would take right now --- of course, we have no idea what will happen tomorrow, much less five years when the GM project is scheduled to finish.
And according to last week's article in the AJC, it looks like one day very soon, I can walk one block to shopping and other retail. It's driving the rats clear out of the projects and I love nothing better. Fuck off ---- please don't cry to me about how your grandfather built your house with his own hands 80 years ago, but you love it so much that you sell crack in the front yard and leave trash all over the street. Oh, and why do YOU need a "No Trespassing" sign in YOUR window? Me thinks a bad crack deal and you had an unexpected visitor? What a joke.
See the whole story about the 40-acre multi-use project already getting started at
http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/printedition/2007/04/05/metlakewood0405a.html
The cats and Bubba Ganoosh - Well, two are on Valium and one is on Prozac. Days are quiet and peaceful, nights even better. Sorry, there Putty-Tat, but you can't tell me you're not even a little bit happier!
Oh, and this is Bubba Ganoosh
Actually, that's not really HIM,but close enough. I can't take pictures and I don't need anyone seeing how badly I can let my tank get, but he doesn't seem to mind. The baby plecos are the ones that aren't cleaning up fast enough. Besides, Bubba G. loves me. When I come to the tank to give him his kibble (these are actually carnivores), he swims right up and does his tail-flash thing for me. I can tell when he's sleeping because he hangs out in the corner by the heater and only his tiny front fins move - I guess that's to keep him from sinking. Who knew?
Enough for now. Somebody is getting sleepy and it ain't just AmberGrace.
The UGLY:
Where do you start on this subject? Let's see: First off on my list - I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.
My second guess would be an early "mid-life crisis", but I'm WAY too fucking young (in chronological age) to need hair dye and fake nails.
Third, I like music better than TV and since I have great cable TV with music channels and I'm too lazy to change CDs or too stupid to make "playlists". Regardless, I used to listen to the "Alternative Music" channel....... now they have a category called, "Adult Alternative". Hmmmmm, what's up with the word "adult" all of a sudden? Maybe that's the problem - it wasn't yesterday, Dumbass. If anyone even attempts to contact me about my 20-year reunion, I will absolutely need a wrap-around jacket and a bunch of fluffy pillows.
Oh, and they do have an "alternative" station, but DAMN, that actually hurts. It sounds reminicent of the two feral boy cats that have shown up outside the window to either dry hump each other or try to go after Irene who has been fixed and will kick their asses sideways. Neither have been "tutored" as it were, and if I'm lucky, both will be by the time I get back from vacation (more on that subject in the "good" section). Of course, it's been so fucking cold here lately that they probably buddied-up in the garage loft because they figure when the temperature drops below 30, body warmth is more important than testosterone contests.
I guess I'm at the 'memory loss' stage. After my mother recovered from her chemo-therapy and radiation, she says she doesn't remember very much of that time period. I'm thankful, too. But that must be our natural protection system so that you don't "blow a 50 AMP fuse". Must be the same concept with me.
Lately, I can't seem to remember Jack Shit. I thought it was the booze, but I've cut that back almost entirely and I can't have Sudafed or anything. The only change has been that I'm on such a strong script for BP this past six weeks and the angst of the Masters, maybe this is a side effect of the drop. My BP was so high in January that they weren't going to let me leave when I went to my doctor's appointment, but it even seems to be in the recovery period and I'm going to see about getting some Prozac for yours truly. Hell, it helped AmberGrace immensely - as a matter of fact, she's in there now, snoring her head off.
The BAD:
The Masters: what a shitty tournament (most of it anyway).
Up until the Sunday round, the best part about watching the Master's on TV were the commercials. It was almost like Billy Payne had the groundskeepers rub SuperGlue around the rim of each cup. There was only one really, really, really awesome shot on each of the first three rounds. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was cold, it was windy, it was ugly (which also made it a shit tournie), but if you're a professional golfer playing at a level like the Master's, you probably are smart enough to run practice rounds in the Sahara, the Antartic, and a Cat 5 hurricane. Don't whine to me about 20 mile an hour wind and some fucking rain. And 45 degrees? Yankees play in that shit all the time. I wonder what they bitch about at St. Andrews?
By the way the best three commercials were all by IBM and they made me a bit weepy (Sam Shepard narrates), but I think I mentioned something about being old.... Oh shit, speaking of which, I just saw a photo of Peter Gabriel. Apparently, the song is from my era (Salsbury Hill), but the picture they put on the Music Channel of Gabriel is a bit more recent. OUCH.
The Good --- California, 'hood, cats, Bubba Ganoosh
I'm leaving for a vacation on Saturday to Palo Alto. One week. King Suite in Club Level, right across the street from college-boy-eye-candy. However, with the experiences I've been having lately with college children, I may just pick up a .33 and stand on the roof of the hotel and go postal on them. Maybe more details to come, but blogging isn't a way to show your dirty laundry.
The 'hood may finally be turning around. Thanks to the dumbasses that bought houses with ARMs during the "housing bubble", Georgia leads the country ---- by a long shot -in foreclosures. Almost every house on my street is either under new construction, renovation, sold for auction, or it's a FSBO shithole. And, all the new construction are McMansions. Yeah, that really fits, but I do understand growth. Mine will probably be the last one to go because I've put so much work into it. So it really will be mine. I don't think there is a price I would take right now --- of course, we have no idea what will happen tomorrow, much less five years when the GM project is scheduled to finish.
And according to last week's article in the AJC, it looks like one day very soon, I can walk one block to shopping and other retail. It's driving the rats clear out of the projects and I love nothing better. Fuck off ---- please don't cry to me about how your grandfather built your house with his own hands 80 years ago, but you love it so much that you sell crack in the front yard and leave trash all over the street. Oh, and why do YOU need a "No Trespassing" sign in YOUR window? Me thinks a bad crack deal and you had an unexpected visitor? What a joke.
See the whole story about the 40-acre multi-use project already getting started at
http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/printedition/2007/04/05/metlakewood0405a.html
The cats and Bubba Ganoosh - Well, two are on Valium and one is on Prozac. Days are quiet and peaceful, nights even better. Sorry, there Putty-Tat, but you can't tell me you're not even a little bit happier!
Oh, and this is Bubba Ganoosh
Actually, that's not really HIM,but close enough. I can't take pictures and I don't need anyone seeing how badly I can let my tank get, but he doesn't seem to mind. The baby plecos are the ones that aren't cleaning up fast enough. Besides, Bubba G. loves me. When I come to the tank to give him his kibble (these are actually carnivores), he swims right up and does his tail-flash thing for me. I can tell when he's sleeping because he hangs out in the corner by the heater and only his tiny front fins move - I guess that's to keep him from sinking. Who knew?
Enough for now. Somebody is getting sleepy and it ain't just AmberGrace.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
It's Sunday
How do I know this? Because at 4am, whilst trying to figure out what day it was, I remembered that my favourite music show comes on at 8 AM.
They have a request line and I wrote in this morning----
"Good Morning, Matt!
Can you play any one of these for me?
Evanescence: "My Immortal" - the slow version.
or
Anything off of "Dream of the Blue Turtles" from Sting (especially since the Police will start their tour and I'll be there with bells).
or
Anything from Leonard Cohen - Maybe "Suzanne" since that's my signature song
or
Anything mellow from Depeche Mode like "Waiting for the Night to Fall".
Most of these are "Old school" and probably Steve Craig would know them better, but all of them would qualify for your show. By the way, it's my new favourite, beating out Mr. Craig's "Retro" by a cat's whisker, only.
Thanks
S."
Apparently, if you win the request, you get a gift certificate for a jewelry store, but what the fuck would I do with jewelry? I should have told him to give the certificate to a homeless person - I can give no shit less.
I did something yesterday that I haven't done since I was three - I took an afternoon nap. Holy Christ. I did not know I could still do that. OH, and guess what else ---
IT IS "FIXIN'" TO R-A-I-N! Yup, my green house, cars, patio, and possibly my massive headache will be gone in a few minutes, but Mummy just told me it's fixin' to S-N-O-W in Maine. It's April - snowwwwwww????? I guess it's a matter of "pickin' your poison.
Speaking of poison, I'm so glad I didn't bet on the NCAA. I would have lost my ass, lunch, house, everything. The Master's gamble was bad enough, but Florida and Ohio State????? I hate them both. Florida beat Auburn out of the football contest and Ohio - well, that just is an armpit of a state. I really wanted Georgetown to go the distance, and THAT was a great game. The second one was crap. But, I will tell you, I would much rather watch the college boys play than the pros. They have true passion for the game. It's not about the duckies. It truly is about the love of the game.
You know what else I realized this morning? Two of the biggest sports tournaments (the NCAA finals and then the Master's tomorrow through next Sunday) are held in a state that doesn't sell alcohol on Sunday. I wonder how many tourists are at Kroger bitchin' their asses off because we are more backward than even ---- Ohio????
Speaking of game, I bought Daddy a basketball goal. I sent him a picture that I hope he will get before he leaves for his cruise. Speaking of game - Daddy has not lost his. Apparently, Delta canceled his flight to Miami, but after Daddy got off the phone with them, he now has another flight - first class. Please learn this lesson before I did - NEVER REALLY piss Daddy off. It would be like crossing Joe, which I would NEVER do.
Alas, I think the rain is coming. The barametric pressure is so low my head is splitting like an apple. Doc says no Sudafed until the BP goes down, but I'm going to cheat. I can't deal being the big PUSS that I am.
Oh, and David and I have come to the understanding that somehow I will get pregnant before my 40th birthday --- and somehow, I'll make sure at least one will be a girl. He only thinks he knows what parenting is all about. YOU raise a girl and YOU will find God ---- trust me, I know this much from personal experience and if you don't believe me all you have to do is ask my Daddy! David said she'd probably wind up being a lesbian, but that OK with me because she won't be a puss like yours truly.
Gotta go. I've got to find out how to get two good boys into the Coast Guard and into the Red Dog Unit of the Atlanta Police Department. I think it takes balls of steel to do both, so I will recommend them, but they aren't dying from pollen allergies, either. Oh, and I have to go fold some laundry - did I mention I was a PUSS?????
They have a request line and I wrote in this morning----
"Good Morning, Matt!
Can you play any one of these for me?
Evanescence: "My Immortal" - the slow version.
or
Anything off of "Dream of the Blue Turtles" from Sting (especially since the Police will start their tour and I'll be there with bells).
or
Anything from Leonard Cohen - Maybe "Suzanne" since that's my signature song
or
Anything mellow from Depeche Mode like "Waiting for the Night to Fall".
Most of these are "Old school" and probably Steve Craig would know them better, but all of them would qualify for your show. By the way, it's my new favourite, beating out Mr. Craig's "Retro" by a cat's whisker, only.
Thanks
S."
Apparently, if you win the request, you get a gift certificate for a jewelry store, but what the fuck would I do with jewelry? I should have told him to give the certificate to a homeless person - I can give no shit less.
I did something yesterday that I haven't done since I was three - I took an afternoon nap. Holy Christ. I did not know I could still do that. OH, and guess what else ---
IT IS "FIXIN'" TO R-A-I-N! Yup, my green house, cars, patio, and possibly my massive headache will be gone in a few minutes, but Mummy just told me it's fixin' to S-N-O-W in Maine. It's April - snowwwwwww????? I guess it's a matter of "pickin' your poison.
Speaking of poison, I'm so glad I didn't bet on the NCAA. I would have lost my ass, lunch, house, everything. The Master's gamble was bad enough, but Florida and Ohio State????? I hate them both. Florida beat Auburn out of the football contest and Ohio - well, that just is an armpit of a state. I really wanted Georgetown to go the distance, and THAT was a great game. The second one was crap. But, I will tell you, I would much rather watch the college boys play than the pros. They have true passion for the game. It's not about the duckies. It truly is about the love of the game.
You know what else I realized this morning? Two of the biggest sports tournaments (the NCAA finals and then the Master's tomorrow through next Sunday) are held in a state that doesn't sell alcohol on Sunday. I wonder how many tourists are at Kroger bitchin' their asses off because we are more backward than even ---- Ohio????
Speaking of game, I bought Daddy a basketball goal. I sent him a picture that I hope he will get before he leaves for his cruise. Speaking of game - Daddy has not lost his. Apparently, Delta canceled his flight to Miami, but after Daddy got off the phone with them, he now has another flight - first class. Please learn this lesson before I did - NEVER REALLY piss Daddy off. It would be like crossing Joe, which I would NEVER do.
Alas, I think the rain is coming. The barametric pressure is so low my head is splitting like an apple. Doc says no Sudafed until the BP goes down, but I'm going to cheat. I can't deal being the big PUSS that I am.
Oh, and David and I have come to the understanding that somehow I will get pregnant before my 40th birthday --- and somehow, I'll make sure at least one will be a girl. He only thinks he knows what parenting is all about. YOU raise a girl and YOU will find God ---- trust me, I know this much from personal experience and if you don't believe me all you have to do is ask my Daddy! David said she'd probably wind up being a lesbian, but that OK with me because she won't be a puss like yours truly.
Gotta go. I've got to find out how to get two good boys into the Coast Guard and into the Red Dog Unit of the Atlanta Police Department. I think it takes balls of steel to do both, so I will recommend them, but they aren't dying from pollen allergies, either. Oh, and I have to go fold some laundry - did I mention I was a PUSS?????
Friday, March 30, 2007
It's Time
Ok, when you go to brush your teeth, grab the liquid soap and NOT your tube of toothpaste- then, actually spend 2 minutes with your toothbrush before you figure out your mistake... you really need help.
Shit, that was very bitter. I think I'll pass on the O.J. this morning.
Pollen count is over 5,000 - no rain is coming here EVER. All the other parts of the country it's flooding, but nothing here. I have a headache that nothing will cure. The Masters needs to be over soon.
I'm at a point where I wish I could lick my ass to get the soap taste out of my mouth.
Shit, I really did miss that turnip truck.
Gotta go. I have one potential renter, but the job still gets done - and at MY standards. I won't be home for 36 hours, at least. Then I'm going to sleep so hard, the dead will be envious.
Shit, that was very bitter. I think I'll pass on the O.J. this morning.
Pollen count is over 5,000 - no rain is coming here EVER. All the other parts of the country it's flooding, but nothing here. I have a headache that nothing will cure. The Masters needs to be over soon.
I'm at a point where I wish I could lick my ass to get the soap taste out of my mouth.
Shit, I really did miss that turnip truck.
Gotta go. I have one potential renter, but the job still gets done - and at MY standards. I won't be home for 36 hours, at least. Then I'm going to sleep so hard, the dead will be envious.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
My Evil Twin has Arrived
... shit, and it's going to be a one-night battle between Gabriel and Azrael.
This so sucks; timing, work, health, the works... what the fuck did I get myself into? I'm choking. Hormones, Masters, blah, blah ---- oh and some dumb mother assmunch dumped another cat on my door step with the balls the size of Texas. So, it doesn't cost much to get him neutered, it's just another pain-in-the-ass chore that needs to get done.
Speaking of "neutered", I'm going to get that pedophile's computer cleaned off next month and see what monkey-boy was really doing. Then I might change my plans; instead of going to Los Roques - maybe Grand Caymen would be a better idea - snicker, snicker, perhaps Joe can give me directions.
Sadly, I think I have to make sure my passport is all-good since apparently the new law says you need a passport to go from St. Thomas to Miami now. ---For fuck sake, I remember a time I brought a killer brick of hash from A-dam back home and nobody thought twice- sorry Mummy, but confessions will come faster the older I get.
I have to remind myself that even though I thought this a crap day, I had my professional evaluation today and to my surprise, I didn't get fired. Yup, as a matter-of-fact, I got the 4 out ot 4. What that means with money, who gives a shit? I'll piss it away like I did this Master's gamble. What really throws me though is that they really do think I'm working. Maybe I should consider it "stress-pay".
It's 5 days before the tournie and I don't have a renter. What the hell was I thinking?
Oh, and I found out that the meds the Doc put me on cause me to lose potassium like nobody's business. This can only mean charlie's in the future - especially at night when the potassium levels are at their lowest - and just about the time you happen to be asleep with two cats on you - even if one is on Prozac and the other on Valium. Trust ME ---- they still jump at the same velocity. Somebody call NASA.
Night, night, love to all. A sad song just came on and I am hoping I can snooze without "Pan" dreams or "Masters" nightmares.
This so sucks; timing, work, health, the works... what the fuck did I get myself into? I'm choking. Hormones, Masters, blah, blah ---- oh and some dumb mother assmunch dumped another cat on my door step with the balls the size of Texas. So, it doesn't cost much to get him neutered, it's just another pain-in-the-ass chore that needs to get done.
Speaking of "neutered", I'm going to get that pedophile's computer cleaned off next month and see what monkey-boy was really doing. Then I might change my plans; instead of going to Los Roques - maybe Grand Caymen would be a better idea - snicker, snicker, perhaps Joe can give me directions.
Sadly, I think I have to make sure my passport is all-good since apparently the new law says you need a passport to go from St. Thomas to Miami now. ---For fuck sake, I remember a time I brought a killer brick of hash from A-dam back home and nobody thought twice- sorry Mummy, but confessions will come faster the older I get.
I have to remind myself that even though I thought this a crap day, I had my professional evaluation today and to my surprise, I didn't get fired. Yup, as a matter-of-fact, I got the 4 out ot 4. What that means with money, who gives a shit? I'll piss it away like I did this Master's gamble. What really throws me though is that they really do think I'm working. Maybe I should consider it "stress-pay".
It's 5 days before the tournie and I don't have a renter. What the hell was I thinking?
Oh, and I found out that the meds the Doc put me on cause me to lose potassium like nobody's business. This can only mean charlie's in the future - especially at night when the potassium levels are at their lowest - and just about the time you happen to be asleep with two cats on you - even if one is on Prozac and the other on Valium. Trust ME ---- they still jump at the same velocity. Somebody call NASA.
Night, night, love to all. A sad song just came on and I am hoping I can snooze without "Pan" dreams or "Masters" nightmares.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
My Friday - Yup, Yet Another Augusta Trip
First, I must say, I am no techie (or however you spell that). It's a beautiful Spring day and I'm am inside (albeit windows open with breeze), fighting with a piece of equipment smaller than my hand. This fucking digital camera was on it's way to flush-ville, until I - yuup, ME - figured out what I was doing wrong.
Christ, this is so fucking stressful and I do NOT like gambling. I have to get these new pictures to the folks that wrote me on Thursday. For fuck sake, my email wasn't THAT depressing, but people came out of the woodwork on Thursday. The only problem is most of the only want it for Sat/Sun or Thur/Sat or Wed/Friday. What happened to people who came for the entire tournie? I've got to find out how they sell tickets now. We used to just get them and pass them around. I always wanted to leave early on Sunday so I could watch the final round on TV, because it's insane. So, I'd pass my badge off to whomever was crazy (I was very popular at 2 in the afternoon on Sunday - ah, the Salad days). Now, I hear they command $5-6K for a badge. I'm not sure if that's a day or the week? Oh, and nobody seems to want to go to the Par 3 anymore, and THAT, my friends, is the second best day next to Saturday. Once the tournament started, we were expected to behave, but you could always have a good time at Par 3.
Shit, I'm getting so old now that I'm blogging stories of shit I did 25 years ago. Oh, and my Daddy told me yesterday that I'm "no spring chicken". Fuck - thanks, bunches Daddy.
Good visit, though, even though another one is scheduled for Friday, even if I don't get it rented. I don't want to leave a job unfinished regardless. Besides, he's beginning to understand the comfort level you can have in a home that is warm and he's willing to put some effort into it now. Shit, what a stubborn one he can be. I think he likes the fact that his kitchen appliances aren't fire hazards anymore. I should be ashamed for letting it get that bad, but that would be one of those Catholic nuisances I don't have time for right now.
I might actually go lay in a chair in the yard and take a nap once I get these emails sent. I've been losing potassium, thanks to my meds, which is why I'm getting the mean as charlies at 3 in the morning. I just found that apriocots and tomatoes put bananas to shame with their potassium levels, and PowerAid just put out a low sugar energy drink with 35mg. Of course FDA suggests 35g, per day, but I too tired to do that math.
Anyway, here is what I sent to Daddy last night, which should contain some other inform that I didn't feel like repeating. Some of it maybe redundant to the two of you who read my blog. The "new" photos suck so badly, but I'm not a camera or techie.
As I said, one more trip, regardless of a renter so wish me luck. I really wanted to go to Florida this week, but maybe when I get back from California, I can go.
Hey Daddy,
Just wanted you to know we made it home fine. The sun was a bit difficult for the first hour, but it was very pretty as it set over Lake Ocone.
Here's the site for that movie I was telling you about. I forgot to mention how haunting the music is so turn up the sound.
You will need to go to Enter the Labyrinth", then "Video" trailer. Cool website, also.
http://www.panslabyrinth.com/
Also, I looked at your print out of the cruise. What a great deal that seems to be! Do you get off at all ports of call or do you have specific ones you choose? I've been to Calvaccheia (sp). Kim and I boarded a ship we thought was going to Corsica, but it turned out to be a ship to Sardinia. Interesting surprise once we realized they were speaking Italian, not French and since neither of us spoke Italian... a long, funny story.
Anyway, as a reminder, the windows downstairs are open and will close. Also, I think the ceiling fan in the upstairs bedroom is on reverse (winter mode), you may want to check and see.
We'll call this weekend. Don't forget about "Planet Earth" on Sunday night at 8 AM. You can go to
http://dsc.discovery.com/ (and click on the first video) or go to
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/
and scroll down to "New View of the Animal Kingdom". That's where you can see some of the amazing clips.
Talk to you soon. Thank you for everything. If you have any questions with Ms. Loretta and need my input, just call.
Love you,
me
So here are some of the newer photos I'm going to send out. Flat rate, no negotiating, I'm too fucking tired. Again, if you didn't see his house before all this started, you just couldn't appreciate the difference.
Christ, this is so fucking stressful and I do NOT like gambling. I have to get these new pictures to the folks that wrote me on Thursday. For fuck sake, my email wasn't THAT depressing, but people came out of the woodwork on Thursday. The only problem is most of the only want it for Sat/Sun or Thur/Sat or Wed/Friday. What happened to people who came for the entire tournie? I've got to find out how they sell tickets now. We used to just get them and pass them around. I always wanted to leave early on Sunday so I could watch the final round on TV, because it's insane. So, I'd pass my badge off to whomever was crazy (I was very popular at 2 in the afternoon on Sunday - ah, the Salad days). Now, I hear they command $5-6K for a badge. I'm not sure if that's a day or the week? Oh, and nobody seems to want to go to the Par 3 anymore, and THAT, my friends, is the second best day next to Saturday. Once the tournament started, we were expected to behave, but you could always have a good time at Par 3.
Shit, I'm getting so old now that I'm blogging stories of shit I did 25 years ago. Oh, and my Daddy told me yesterday that I'm "no spring chicken". Fuck - thanks, bunches Daddy.
Good visit, though, even though another one is scheduled for Friday, even if I don't get it rented. I don't want to leave a job unfinished regardless. Besides, he's beginning to understand the comfort level you can have in a home that is warm and he's willing to put some effort into it now. Shit, what a stubborn one he can be. I think he likes the fact that his kitchen appliances aren't fire hazards anymore. I should be ashamed for letting it get that bad, but that would be one of those Catholic nuisances I don't have time for right now.
I might actually go lay in a chair in the yard and take a nap once I get these emails sent. I've been losing potassium, thanks to my meds, which is why I'm getting the mean as charlies at 3 in the morning. I just found that apriocots and tomatoes put bananas to shame with their potassium levels, and PowerAid just put out a low sugar energy drink with 35mg. Of course FDA suggests 35g, per day, but I too tired to do that math.
Anyway, here is what I sent to Daddy last night, which should contain some other inform that I didn't feel like repeating. Some of it maybe redundant to the two of you who read my blog. The "new" photos suck so badly, but I'm not a camera or techie.
As I said, one more trip, regardless of a renter so wish me luck. I really wanted to go to Florida this week, but maybe when I get back from California, I can go.
Hey Daddy,
Just wanted you to know we made it home fine. The sun was a bit difficult for the first hour, but it was very pretty as it set over Lake Ocone.
Here's the site for that movie I was telling you about. I forgot to mention how haunting the music is so turn up the sound.
You will need to go to Enter the Labyrinth", then "Video" trailer. Cool website, also.
http://www.panslabyrinth.com/
Also, I looked at your print out of the cruise. What a great deal that seems to be! Do you get off at all ports of call or do you have specific ones you choose? I've been to Calvaccheia (sp). Kim and I boarded a ship we thought was going to Corsica, but it turned out to be a ship to Sardinia. Interesting surprise once we realized they were speaking Italian, not French and since neither of us spoke Italian... a long, funny story.
Anyway, as a reminder, the windows downstairs are open and will close. Also, I think the ceiling fan in the upstairs bedroom is on reverse (winter mode), you may want to check and see.
We'll call this weekend. Don't forget about "Planet Earth" on Sunday night at 8 AM. You can go to
http://dsc.discovery.com/ (and click on the first video) or go to
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/
and scroll down to "New View of the Animal Kingdom". That's where you can see some of the amazing clips.
Talk to you soon. Thank you for everything. If you have any questions with Ms. Loretta and need my input, just call.
Love you,
me
So here are some of the newer photos I'm going to send out. Flat rate, no negotiating, I'm too fucking tired. Again, if you didn't see his house before all this started, you just couldn't appreciate the difference.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
It's Gone
yeah, that would be my noodle.
It's 4 AM. I woke up to the worst charlie cramp on the planet. I didn't think my old ass would have to worry about this type of issue, but I was completely mistaken. Also, when you shoot out of bed, jumping around like Bozo the Clown at 3:45, somehow cats interpret that as "breakfast time". Don't ask me the correlation, I'm not Stephen Hawkins.
Well, I finally reduced myself to the "whooos-me, pity" level when it comes to renting the house. I cannot tell you the pathetic story I put on the web about renting the house, but it seems to have worked - knock on wood. At this point, I'm ready to shoot myself in the foot --- oh, I forgot, I already did that when I chose to take on this little endevour. Oh well, when both feet are in the water, you better know how to tread.
What's that joke - oh... a SCUBA diver is swimming around the ocean at 20 meters and sees another diver in the water with no SCUBA gear. Amazed, the SCUBA guy dives another 10 meters only to see the second diver next to him. Another 10 meters down, the SCUBA writes on a note pad, "How the hell are you down here so deep without gear".
The second diver writes back, "I'm drowning, you asshole".
HMMMMMMM, why does this sound so apropros?
I have to go to Augusta tomorrow morning. I cannot tell you how not-excited I am about this. That being said, Daddy is very happy about the improvements to his house and that should be enough to keep me floating for another year. In reality, it's not about the money, it was about accomplishing a goal that I may have set too high. But, tarot says today:
"The Earth moves between impetuous Mars and taskmaster Saturn as the tension builds between wanting to speed up and needing to slow down. Recently, we have driven ourselves harder and faster, only to bump into walls. When we tried to retreat, however, circumstances pulled us back into the game. Today, we reach a critical mass and either push through or fall back. And with the Moon in stubborn Taurus, we may unsuccessfully attempt to just hold still."
Not to sound too pagen, but I really did feel an energy pull during the Spring Equinox the other evening. Now I just have to deal with green... everything trees, plants, pollen, everything, so I should be bitching about that soon enough.
The good news? The prozac AmberGrace is on is a bitch to give her because she's not quite as stupid as I thought. She knows I spike her breakfast with it and she refuses to eat it. That means, well, you get the straight shot and considering I have a larger brain, walk upright on two legs and I'm at the top of the food chain, I will win. No contest, no question. The valium is not working with the other cats, so I guess I'll take it --- just kidding. I'm depressed enough with out the use of pharmaceuticals.
Oh, and it appears as though I did not kill Emmett after all. That dog/cat food recall did not include any of the food I feed my animals. God just really wanted him even more than I did, but it still stings to think about my Little Man- maybe that's the point?
Oh, and I attempted to make a friend some brownies, but they landed in the bottom of my oven. What the hell is the matter with me? For fuck sake - I know how to bake godam brownies. Yesterday was not my day, but my fish, Bubba, still loves me.
God, please help me make today a better bet.
It's 4 AM. I woke up to the worst charlie cramp on the planet. I didn't think my old ass would have to worry about this type of issue, but I was completely mistaken. Also, when you shoot out of bed, jumping around like Bozo the Clown at 3:45, somehow cats interpret that as "breakfast time". Don't ask me the correlation, I'm not Stephen Hawkins.
Well, I finally reduced myself to the "whooos-me, pity" level when it comes to renting the house. I cannot tell you the pathetic story I put on the web about renting the house, but it seems to have worked - knock on wood. At this point, I'm ready to shoot myself in the foot --- oh, I forgot, I already did that when I chose to take on this little endevour. Oh well, when both feet are in the water, you better know how to tread.
What's that joke - oh... a SCUBA diver is swimming around the ocean at 20 meters and sees another diver in the water with no SCUBA gear. Amazed, the SCUBA guy dives another 10 meters only to see the second diver next to him. Another 10 meters down, the SCUBA writes on a note pad, "How the hell are you down here so deep without gear".
The second diver writes back, "I'm drowning, you asshole".
HMMMMMMM, why does this sound so apropros?
I have to go to Augusta tomorrow morning. I cannot tell you how not-excited I am about this. That being said, Daddy is very happy about the improvements to his house and that should be enough to keep me floating for another year. In reality, it's not about the money, it was about accomplishing a goal that I may have set too high. But, tarot says today:
"The Earth moves between impetuous Mars and taskmaster Saturn as the tension builds between wanting to speed up and needing to slow down. Recently, we have driven ourselves harder and faster, only to bump into walls. When we tried to retreat, however, circumstances pulled us back into the game. Today, we reach a critical mass and either push through or fall back. And with the Moon in stubborn Taurus, we may unsuccessfully attempt to just hold still."
Not to sound too pagen, but I really did feel an energy pull during the Spring Equinox the other evening. Now I just have to deal with green... everything trees, plants, pollen, everything, so I should be bitching about that soon enough.
The good news? The prozac AmberGrace is on is a bitch to give her because she's not quite as stupid as I thought. She knows I spike her breakfast with it and she refuses to eat it. That means, well, you get the straight shot and considering I have a larger brain, walk upright on two legs and I'm at the top of the food chain, I will win. No contest, no question. The valium is not working with the other cats, so I guess I'll take it --- just kidding. I'm depressed enough with out the use of pharmaceuticals.
Oh, and it appears as though I did not kill Emmett after all. That dog/cat food recall did not include any of the food I feed my animals. God just really wanted him even more than I did, but it still stings to think about my Little Man- maybe that's the point?
Oh, and I attempted to make a friend some brownies, but they landed in the bottom of my oven. What the hell is the matter with me? For fuck sake - I know how to bake godam brownies. Yesterday was not my day, but my fish, Bubba, still loves me.
God, please help me make today a better bet.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Cracking
Or at least I think I am. It's either that or my mental energy has overcome my physical energy. In other words, I have been exerting more energy to my imagination and wishfullness, but not enough to getting my ass off the computer and go organize that once comffy (how the fuck do you spell that?) place in my basement. So much shit has been moved around and back and around from Florida to Atlanta to Augusta to Atlanta to Augusta.
I tried to chill in a bath last night - the weather is nice and it helps whatever shit muscles I have left. So, for S&Gs, I open the Williams-Somoma "HOME" catalog. This is good stuff, but I have to say, I much prefer my bohemian collection of dumpster items - I shit you not.
There was a table in the catalog that looked exactly like the one we dragged out of Florida, but this one was finished and had brass accents. OK - When I'm 60, I might do that but in the meantime, I just like the one I have with the scratches and nicks. I've always believed in the "character" of the piece and MAN this table can tell a long story.
I was up until 2ish last night because I kept thinking of stuff to do on Daddy's house. I have another renter who happens to be from Atlanta and his brother is coming from London, plus their partners. We've had some good e-talks and since I posted a "only mature party people" item in my add, he's assured me that they are only into Master's for G-O-L-F and BBQ (and the man knows how to use proper English!). Sadly, he wrote last night and said he found another house about a mile closer, but seemed really greatful for my BBQ place suggestions. Then I get two more ads, one from StubHub?? Don't ask me, but as I understand it, they are a ticket broker. The other from a guy saying his kid has leukemia and he's part of the March of Dimes group looking to take kids to the Masters. Why does my cynical self have a problem with this one? Let me count the ways.
First, this could be total horseshit and these are a group of college kids looking for all night keggers in Daddy's backyard.
Second, if this does turn out to be a real charity case, am I supposed to give them a break on the price and cut into my projected profit? Shit, where did that guilt-feeling coming from all of a sudden --- oh yeah, Catholic school. It will pass.
OK, well, I just wrote back the chemo-kid's dad. I guess I can call it that because I just went through hell with my Mum going through chemo and she's not eleven years old. I didn't rip them off, but since Make-a-Wish is paying for it and the kid is hosted by Aaron Baddeley, maybe this will allow me to break even. Holy shit, what a stress this has become.
I guess we'll see if I made the right decision when I get to hell.
There is so much shit to do at Daddy's, I'm getting nervous. I wish to hell I could get ahold of some of the folks I've been trying to call all week, but nobody is calling me back.
I think I might steal one of the cat's Prozac pills. Just kidding - I'd only take the Valium.
On another note, I'm going to California in three weeks to VACATION. What the fuck is that? I don't know, but I do know that if I work it out, Tech will pay for the whole thing and the best part ---- it's all legal. "But what will you do", I was asked. Hmmmmm, let me think? Palo Alto-Sheraton (king suite) hotel-pool-spa-shopping-eating-reading ... just what will I do??? Sadly, I'm thinking of dragging a laptop out there and working (a little) just so I don't have to burn my leave. Besides, I can handle my job if I'm sitting by a pool with a Mai Tai in one hand and the Pacific Ocean a 30 minute drive away.
Shit, I have so much to do, I think I'm having an anxiety attack.
I tried to chill in a bath last night - the weather is nice and it helps whatever shit muscles I have left. So, for S&Gs, I open the Williams-Somoma "HOME" catalog. This is good stuff, but I have to say, I much prefer my bohemian collection of dumpster items - I shit you not.
There was a table in the catalog that looked exactly like the one we dragged out of Florida, but this one was finished and had brass accents. OK - When I'm 60, I might do that but in the meantime, I just like the one I have with the scratches and nicks. I've always believed in the "character" of the piece and MAN this table can tell a long story.
I was up until 2ish last night because I kept thinking of stuff to do on Daddy's house. I have another renter who happens to be from Atlanta and his brother is coming from London, plus their partners. We've had some good e-talks and since I posted a "only mature party people" item in my add, he's assured me that they are only into Master's for G-O-L-F and BBQ (and the man knows how to use proper English!). Sadly, he wrote last night and said he found another house about a mile closer, but seemed really greatful for my BBQ place suggestions. Then I get two more ads, one from StubHub?? Don't ask me, but as I understand it, they are a ticket broker. The other from a guy saying his kid has leukemia and he's part of the March of Dimes group looking to take kids to the Masters. Why does my cynical self have a problem with this one? Let me count the ways.
First, this could be total horseshit and these are a group of college kids looking for all night keggers in Daddy's backyard.
Second, if this does turn out to be a real charity case, am I supposed to give them a break on the price and cut into my projected profit? Shit, where did that guilt-feeling coming from all of a sudden --- oh yeah, Catholic school. It will pass.
OK, well, I just wrote back the chemo-kid's dad. I guess I can call it that because I just went through hell with my Mum going through chemo and she's not eleven years old. I didn't rip them off, but since Make-a-Wish is paying for it and the kid is hosted by Aaron Baddeley, maybe this will allow me to break even. Holy shit, what a stress this has become.
I guess we'll see if I made the right decision when I get to hell.
There is so much shit to do at Daddy's, I'm getting nervous. I wish to hell I could get ahold of some of the folks I've been trying to call all week, but nobody is calling me back.
I think I might steal one of the cat's Prozac pills. Just kidding - I'd only take the Valium.
On another note, I'm going to California in three weeks to VACATION. What the fuck is that? I don't know, but I do know that if I work it out, Tech will pay for the whole thing and the best part ---- it's all legal. "But what will you do", I was asked. Hmmmmm, let me think? Palo Alto-Sheraton (king suite) hotel-pool-spa-shopping-eating-reading ... just what will I do??? Sadly, I'm thinking of dragging a laptop out there and working (a little) just so I don't have to burn my leave. Besides, I can handle my job if I'm sitting by a pool with a Mai Tai in one hand and the Pacific Ocean a 30 minute drive away.
Shit, I have so much to do, I think I'm having an anxiety attack.
Friday, March 09, 2007
A Very Sad Day
Well, it looks as though a seventh baseball player has just died from his injuries in last week's bus crash on I-75. This accident really sucker-punched me. Maybe it's because these were just boys (and some adults). Maybe it's because they were on their way to Spring Break and a ball tournament. Maybe it's because if you knew the area and saw the photos, it would destroy your idea of what is physically possible in the world today. Maybe it's because these folks came from an exceptionally religious university and it makes the irony and my beloved Job -once again- questionable on mystical levels. Kinda like when that wacko shot up all those Amish children. What the hell?
My heart goes out to the parents of these boys and the children of the bus driver and his wife. I don't know how I would survive a loss like this, but I'm just a puss.
I do have one beef, though. If the NTSB and the Georgia DOT don't do something about that fucking ramp, I'll nuke it. I've driven it a thousand times and I still can get confused. A tourist, in the dark, probably half asleep - it's no wonder. I mean, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know the design of that ramp is total shit. I would imagine the same asshole that designed the I-20 ramp at the Connector designed this wonder of road travel.
My mentor, the late, great Marchant, must be rolling in his grave.
My heart goes out to the parents of these boys and the children of the bus driver and his wife. I don't know how I would survive a loss like this, but I'm just a puss.
I do have one beef, though. If the NTSB and the Georgia DOT don't do something about that fucking ramp, I'll nuke it. I've driven it a thousand times and I still can get confused. A tourist, in the dark, probably half asleep - it's no wonder. I mean, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know the design of that ramp is total shit. I would imagine the same asshole that designed the I-20 ramp at the Connector designed this wonder of road travel.
My mentor, the late, great Marchant, must be rolling in his grave.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Things are Looking UP
You know the day will be a good one when your tarot tells you:
"Get out your phone book and schedule yourself a social engagement or two, because charming Venus is in your 11th House of Friends. You will be happy to be with others, for this isn't a day to idly sit by and watch someone else have all the fun. Jump into the nearest gathering and start enjoying yourself as soon as you can. If nothing exciting is happening, then create the party yourself."
Shit, create a party for myself? Every day is a party for self. Like my mantra always declares - me me me me me.
Actually, I've been so godamn tired since the last Augusta trip, I really don't feel like partying. Just sleep. I wish I had a hammock because the weather is lovely and I hate napping inside. I just keep thinking about that little sailboat.
Seems as though personal, local connections work very well.
My Augusta-best-friend, "Dolly-Nicky-for-your-Dicky" (actually, she'll be 39 in June so I really shouldn't call her that anymore) just told me where to go for local friends for help. Sadly, she recommended me to a lady that just divorced another high school friend. HMMMMM, me thinks small towns are a little scary and Irish Catholics DO get divorced.
I am so tired of thinking of Augusta. I'm so tired of thinking of South Florida. However, my best friend has just told me that she is due (i.e., spittin' out a critter) on St. Patrick's Day, which is when I plan to be in-town again. I guess if that winds up being the day, I'll be at St. Joe's with her and LORD a lesson will be learned by yours-truly. DO NOT try to tell M-EEEE about karma!
For FUCK sake, just a non-drama moment might actually feel pretty good right now. When I get to Florida at the end of March, MY ASS WILL SNOOZE FOR A WEEK!!
Speaking of snoozing, it looks like AmberGrace and the Prozac are making friends. Maybe I should say that the Prozac and MEEEEEEE are making friends. Kitty is getting sleeeeeeepy - as am I.
Ciao
"Get out your phone book and schedule yourself a social engagement or two, because charming Venus is in your 11th House of Friends. You will be happy to be with others, for this isn't a day to idly sit by and watch someone else have all the fun. Jump into the nearest gathering and start enjoying yourself as soon as you can. If nothing exciting is happening, then create the party yourself."
Shit, create a party for myself? Every day is a party for self. Like my mantra always declares - me me me me me.
Actually, I've been so godamn tired since the last Augusta trip, I really don't feel like partying. Just sleep. I wish I had a hammock because the weather is lovely and I hate napping inside. I just keep thinking about that little sailboat.
Seems as though personal, local connections work very well.
My Augusta-best-friend, "Dolly-Nicky-for-your-Dicky" (actually, she'll be 39 in June so I really shouldn't call her that anymore) just told me where to go for local friends for help. Sadly, she recommended me to a lady that just divorced another high school friend. HMMMMM, me thinks small towns are a little scary and Irish Catholics DO get divorced.
I am so tired of thinking of Augusta. I'm so tired of thinking of South Florida. However, my best friend has just told me that she is due (i.e., spittin' out a critter) on St. Patrick's Day, which is when I plan to be in-town again. I guess if that winds up being the day, I'll be at St. Joe's with her and LORD a lesson will be learned by yours-truly. DO NOT try to tell M-EEEE about karma!
For FUCK sake, just a non-drama moment might actually feel pretty good right now. When I get to Florida at the end of March, MY ASS WILL SNOOZE FOR A WEEK!!
Speaking of snoozing, it looks like AmberGrace and the Prozac are making friends. Maybe I should say that the Prozac and MEEEEEEE are making friends. Kitty is getting sleeeeeeepy - as am I.
Ciao
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