Good News Week. Not-So-Good News Week

Not so good: Davy Jones died. *sigh*. One of my first adolescent crushes. He had such a beautiful smile. Short, though. Not entirely a game-breaker, but... short. I do feel very sad for his family, friends and all the rest of us fans. You left too soon, Davy. Rest in peace, Sir.

Good, verging on wonderful:

As you may have noticed if you've read any of my side-bar twitter twits, Andrew Breitbart is DEAD. He was 43 years old. Much younger than Davy. However, he didn't leave soon enough. His mother should have swallowed. Failing that, she should have aborted the abomination. <-yes, I went THERE.

Andrew Breitbart created false documents and "documentaries" in order to destroy the lives, livelihood and entire organization of people whom he disagreed with politically. RIH, Andy - ROT IN HELL. I hope Pat Robertson is butt-fucking him while wearing a razor-studded cock ring as you read this. It would be poetic.

I hope Andrew Breitbart's "lovely 4 children" DO read this. I think it is important for them to know what a vile, heinous and evil man they had as a father. I hope his wife realizes now what a horrible mistake she made in marrying him, and the children know that they are only proof he ejaculated 4 times too many. Spawn of the Devil is, in fact, Spawn of the Devil.

Now if only that disgusting little weasel, James O'Keefe, would follow this good example and drop dead too. It MIGHT just make up for 1/1000'th of the unhappy of losing Davy.

This is what Conservative Republicans look like:

This is what listening to Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter has done to the formerly marginally intelligent Republican Party. Yes, you read that right - someone killed the cat of a Democratic candidate's election worker - and then wrote "LIBERAL" on it, and left it on the front porch for the man's FIVE YEAR OLD SON to find.

Something tells me the culprit was a Good Christian. They usually are. Because Jesus was all about killing family pets and defacing the corpses, then leaving them for children to find. Jesus must be SO proud.

Senator Mark Kirk (R-Illinois) was struck down by a massive stroke yesterday. He's in the hospital, receiving the very BEST of care, from the very BEST of doctors, who will be paid with the very BEST health insurance - because Senator Mark Kirk couldn't WAIT to vote against the health-care bill. Karma is a bitch, isn't she, Senator Mark Kirk?

Godwin's Law notwithstanding, Rick (I want to be President so I can control what YOU do in your own home when you are naked) Santorum has aligned himself with a "Conservative Christian" who has declared that all Democrats are like Nazi's. This on top of his assertion earlier that he doesn't want to make black people's lives better if it means giving them money...

Ricky asks "Please don't GOOGLE my last name... PLEASE"

Mitt No-Silver-spoon (we only do diamond-crusted PLATINUM in my house) Romney ... need we say more?

Achoo

The worst part about having a cold, IMNSHO, isn't the coughing sniffling sneezing aching stuffy head fever part, altho NyQuil did that right.

No, the worst part about having a cold is even if you do NOT medicate yourself to the gills, you still get that weird, floaty, not-really-here-but-here head thing going. Kind of like what it sounds like during the lyric part of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" (not the chorus). "Follow her down.... to a bridge... by a fountain... where rocking-horse people... eat marshmallow pies...." part.

All kind of strange and muted and wobbly. The part that makes you want to curl up in bed with a huge pot of tea and assorted medications on the night-stand and just pull the pillow over your head until the world stops spinning quite so wobbbly-y.

Yes, the Mouse has a cold. And like most people who don't get sick often, I am being a total baby-wuss about it. Oh, I'm going to work, but I'm doing great at the "clutch the kleenex box" and "look at people thru the corners of your eyes" bit. Self-pity module has been engaged and copious cups of really pathetic tea are being drunk, all the while wishing that the hotness would not wear off so that I could keep inhaling the steam, which makes my nose run so I have to clutch my kleenex box again.

But it's only a cold - it's not like it's congestive heart failure or tuberculosis or cancer or anything, so if you complain about it you pretty much get looks like "Man the fuck up, Mouse" - which I can't do because I'm a woman, but you know the looks, those .... looks.

And since everyone at work and his 2nd cousin twice removed with a harelip and a limp has kids, they all get colds on a really regular basis, so there is no sympathy.

When what I really want is for someone in management to take pity and say "Oh, poor little mousie, you look all sicko and sad - go home, with pay, and curl up under a nice warm quilt with a teapot of really hot and tasty chamomile tea on the night-stand and take copious amounts of drugs so you will feel better", and pat me on the head and send me off.

Like that's gonna happen. *sigh*

Because it is, after all, only a freaking COLD.

But I'm sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, I have a stuffy head - and sometimes I get the chills like it was a fever...

Waaaah

Happy Solstice!

So. Right. I have some interesting news, but you only get to know it if you read the ENTIRE post.
Tonight will be the "longest night of the year". Granted, it will have the same number of hours, but it will be dark for more of those hours than it was last night, or will tomorrow night.

This is the holiday that Constantine co-opted when he was working out how to make Xtianity palatable for the masses, in order to convert said masses to Xtianity which he (a pagan, btw) had decided was the best religion going for mind-controlling the aforementioned masses.

Saturnalia.

The world outside is grey and gloomy and rainy. It's not all that cold (relatively speaking), but it is dreary. Still and all, it could be worse. We've had relatively little sn*w this year, thus far (knock formica desk-top) - and because of this, the balloon guy at the car dealership looks really stupid. He's supposed to be a snow man. From the waist-up.

Unfortunately, the black belt on the bottom of the balloon, combined with the only-one-snowball-before-the-head bit, makes it look like a seasonally correct LIGHTBULB standing in the green grass.
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Saw Dr. Nick last nite. He confirmed my diagnosis of food poisoning from last weekend. He even guessed what food it was that caused it!

Burned my pointer-finger on my left hand taking pizza out of the oven. Was trying to slide it onto a serving-tray and put my finger on the super-hot rack by mistake. I now have a rack-sized smooth spot on my pointy finger which does not hurt or itch, but is somehow annoying.
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I got my Dad a backscratcher for Xmas. He claims the folks at the assisted living stole his.

The man has a nice big-screen TV. He has a nice stereo setup. He has a nice computer setup. He has a coin collection, and a few other things that are quite nice.

They stole his backscratcher. right. *sigh*

The really sad bit for me is that he didn't get the joke when I asked him if he had looked on the roof for it. *sigh*

I found some purpley twinkle fairy lights. I am using them as decorations. I have twined them all through the baby lime-tree. It looks quite festive. I am NOT putting up that ratty old fake tree anymore!

Ok. enough with the suspense....
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My daughter is pregnant! I'm gonna be a Grandma next Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Progress on Quilting and stuff

So, I took the week off after Thanksgiving (we got Thurs and Fri both off, so it was 11 days in a row with no work!)

Part of my plan was to rest up and give my back and ankles a rest, but also to do a lot of little things around the house (and maybe a big one or two) and catch up on my quilting which has been disgustingly ignored for lo these many months.

My only excuse has been - well - depression, mostly. I get all going on something, I set goals, I make lists, I do well for a day or two - and then something gets me down and I crawl back into my shell, and my computer and my bed and leave the world to its own devices, which is ok except that then the chores and the goals get all backed up, which depresses me more, which... well... endless cycle, eh?

The current quilt on the frame is about 75 inches square, and has 625 smaller items, each of which needs to be quilted separately. (I guess maybe "needs" is relative, but I WANT to have them each quilted separately, so in my mind, it "needs".)

As of about an hour ago, I managed to finally (FINALLY!!) finish square number 325 and roll the quilt back to the center, as I started in the middle and worked my way to one side. It's just a scooch over 1/2 way done. It embarasses me how long this is taking, because this is a quilt I promised to someone else, and the only other one that's taken even near as long is the one for my daughter - but that one is gone (lost, long story, don't ask) , and now I have to re-work another one and I'm having mental reservations about the pattern/fabrics I've chosen for hers and ... *sigh*.

But tonite I'm not going to be thinking about all that. I'm really, really happy because I wanted to do this during my 11-day weekend "stay-cation", and I did. I have a few more things on my list that should be finish-able tomorrow. No, I didn't finish everything I'd like to have gotten done, but that was unreasonable, and what I DID get done feels good.

Tonite, I am a person who got things done, and that feels good!

I'm gonna "Occupy"

Unfortunately, I can't afford to take time off work or get arrested - so I'm going to Occupy my livingroom. Yes, that is cynical, and no, I really do not mean it, but despite my wholehearted support of these protestors, I can't join them. For a lot of reasons, financial, health and other.

But I do understand their message, even though it isn't being stated flat out and easily understood. I know their hearts are in the right place, in spite of all the negative publicity they're getting. They're not just "dirty fucking hippies" - and they're not looking for a free handout, which the 1% and their media lapdogs claim.

I wish I could explain this, explain it better and get the right words. I can't. But I do GET it. And I know that at least 1 person will come here and try to make out that he knows better and that the Baggers know better. And all I can say is - I know you aren't part of the 1% yourself, and that really is a shame that you can't see it. Hopefully this will work and benefit you and your family - but I know you won't get it.

I suspect you probably worry because they rail against "corporate" America, and your Dad owns a business and is probably incorporated - even though I doubt that he makes (after tax deductions) more than a million dollars a year - and probably would only see a modest increase in his federal taxes. It isn't corporations themselves. It's the inordinate amount of influence that a very few very large corporations have over the members of Congress and the President - and all of the candidates of BOTH parties.


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Did the trick-or-treat thing last nite. Gave away a bag of tootsie pops and a bag of miniature boxes of Dots. I fell in love with a little baby dressed up like a ladybug in a polar-fleece costume with little black dots on her face. There was one little moslem princess (Mom had on hijab) who didnt want the lollypop, she wanted the Dots - and was ever-so polite in asking for them.

It was fun. I even threw a few lollypops to Dads who were waiting at the end of the sidewalk.

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I need some vacation time, though. I really do.
I need a recharge.

Big Balloons and other interesting things

I see some pretty interesting (to me, who is easily amused) things on my commute to/from work. Now that the Hideously Mis-Named Elgin O'Hare Expressway (Which goes to neither Elgin, nor O'Hare) is my route du jour, since Lake Street is all fardleschnockered up, I get to see things like this:

You see that? Are they only just NOW cleaning up from the mess they made making the Blues Brothers movie???? This is the 3rd time I've seen this. Either this trucker is hauling the same 3 Chitown Police Cars around in circles thru the suburban expressways, or .... maybe it DID take them this long to clean up after the movie. I guess they might could have been ones left inside that abandoned mall they used...

Around the area where I work there are a lot of big advertising balloon creatures lately. There is a big (naked) orange gorilla by the used-car lot, there is a gigantic hamster in tennies and a black t-shirt that says "Hamstar" on it, and then there is this:

Is he not adorable???
What I like best is the sandals and white-painted toenails. The t-shirt and shades are cute, but those feet just crack me up!

Dear Teabaggers - FUCK OFF AND DIE

So they CHEERED - CHEERED the thought that a poor man who needed healthcare should be turned away and left to die.

Sick. Demented. I hope every last fucking one of them has their job outsourced, their homes repo'ed, their insurance cancelled and their children fall deathly ill.

YES I MEAN IT.

FUCK YOU, Republicans!!!!!

09/11/01

Never Forget

NEVER FORGIVE.

Advertising Overkills

The first one I remember was the dancing silhouette people. They danced in ads for everything. They were cute at first, but then when everyone started doing it, I got annoyed quite quickly and decided to never click-thru on any of them, much less purchase anything they were touting.

Then the repeating (looping) GIFS - some of people dancing, others just of idiots acting like.. idiots - something mobile to draw the eye. Drew my eye, indeed. Drew it right to the spot - where I did NOT click-thru, nor did I do business with any of the companies using it.

The next one I recall was "Obama Wants You To....". Yeah. Right. Like Democrats are stupid enough to fall for such a blatantly STUPID marketing scam. Dear Repukelicans - we're smarter than that. We see through your silly attempt to scam us. Die in a fire. KTHKSBYE

Now it seems they've moved on to "ONE WEIRD TRICK". In many cases it appears that the "ONE WEIRD TRICK" is to have a really well-endowed chest and to stand provocatively in scanty undergarments in front of a camera. There's ONE WEIRD TRICK to lose weight, ONE WEIRD TRICK to get rid of belly fat, ONE WEIRD TRICK to get rid of wrinkles, ONE WEIRD TRICK to lower your car insurance rate, ONE WEIRD TRICK to enlarge your.... thingy.

What I want is ONE WEIRD TRICK to get rid of all the WEIRD TRICKS.

On the car radio, there is one professional voice-over guy who does ads for small companies for WCPT. Most of his rap isn't bad, but at the end of EVERY. SINGLE. AD. he repeats the telephone number 3 times, the first one as if it were a question, the second as if it were the answer to the question, and the third time as if it were the answer again. One time he upped the ante and went for FOUR boring repetitions. Good thing I don't have any sharp objects in my car.

Dear Voiceover Dude: STFU. KTHKSDIEINAFIRE