So here is a post that has utterly nothing to do with that!!
Well, it seems that Fox and Mr. Murdoch have decided to pull the plug on OJ Simpson's book and 2-part interview. The outrage and negative advance publicity and reaction apparently told them what their collective consciences SHOULD have done in the first place - "This is wrong, this is morbid, this is disgusting and this murderer should not be profiting from his crime, even if he DID get acquitted in a joke of a trial."
Heard on the radio that the Shrub is going to Baghdad to meet with the Iraqi president. What the hell good is THAT going to do? The incompetent Chimp who hasn't a CLUE what is actually happening in the entire WORLD, much less his own livingroom, meeting with his puppet dictator? Someone commented that maybe it would be a really good time for the "insurgents" to stage a coup.
I suggest they wait until after Jan. 20. Not that I would EVER condone such a thing..... *looks over shoulder nervously* OH HELLO, MR. RUMSFELD!!
The Chicago Sun-Times this morning has a full-page spread with a photo of Bryan Anderson, a rather nice looking young man who just got home from Iraq.
Well, about 1/2 of him came home from Iraq. He left his legs and one of his arms over there, unfortunately. Thank you, Bryan, for your courage and service.
Thank you George Walker Bush for getting rid of those pesky old legs that were just hangin' out there and lettin' Bryan walk around on his own.
I hope, Shrub-Boy - that every time you take a step, every time you jog at Camp David for the photo-op camera crews, every time you walk down the hall to the Oval Office that you don't deserve to even LOOK into, much less "decide" out of - that you remember how you destroyed the simple pleasure of walking in the park, running bases with his kids, dancing with his sweetheart and more, for Bryan Anderson. George Walker Bush, you are a disgusting piece of slime.
Every time you hug one of those drunken slut daughters of yours - remember that Bryan won't ever be able to hug HIS children the way that you do - with both arms - YOU took that away from him, George Walker Bush.
Because it wasn't Osama that maimed him. It wasn't "insurgents" - it was YOU, George Walker Bush, you nauseating pseudo-Texan. YOU sent that sweet-faced boy into harms way for YOUR PERSONAL VENDETTA. The day will come, George Walker Bush, when you will be called to judgement by a higher court than the Supreme Court of the United States - and there, none of your "signing statements", none of your "classified" designations will protect you from answering to the Deity for every one of the deaths you personally ordered, and the people you maimed, the lives you destroyed, both American and Iraqi, you scumbag.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I plan to do some of the usual "holiday" kind of things - eat too much of rich food and stuff - as well as some introspective stuff, and hopefully some "catchup" work on my house chores as well. I'd like to end this 4-day weekend with a cleaner house, a better attitude (yeah, right!) and some decisions made about things I've been procrastinating about.
I have a can of cranberry-sauce. Life is good.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
An open letter to Anonymous commenters
Hello, Anonymous commenters,
I don't disallow anonymous comments, because Blogger in it's infinite lack of utility does not allow me to have the option of only letting folks who identify themselves SOMEHOW, but not "anonymous" post comments. Believe me, if it did, I would.
Some of my commenters, like GradeSchoolBud and TheDarkOne are friends and I do want to know who they are when they comment. They are smart enough to have figured out how to post a comment and use a "nickname" to do so. They're not LAZY CHICKENSHIT SCUM who don't bother, or who hide behind anonymity to protect their self-image.
So, understand something. You CHOSE to comment anonymously. You turned yourself into a "thing" instead of a human being when you clicked "anonymous" instead of identifying yourself, in my blogworld. So don't be surprised when I treat you like crap - especially when you post something stupid or irrelevant or derogatory, just because you think you're all "safe" by hiding in your anonymous little fucktard hole.
And if you decide to post something stupid, irrelevant, derogatory, or that I just really don't like - and I am able to figure out from your post who you are (It's rather amazing how easy that can be...), don't be surprised when I "out" you by your RL name and let the world know just what a pathetic moron you are.
If you want respect, then you have to earn it. This is my blog. This is MY space. This is where *I* hang out with MY friends and co-workers and net-friends. If you want to participate, that's all good - just identify yourself. If you choose to instead hide behind "anonymous" like the feeble-minded asshat that you obviously are - then don't be surprised when I go Harry Truman on you and call a chickenshit a chickenshit.
Have a WONDERFUL day.
I don't disallow anonymous comments, because Blogger in it's infinite lack of utility does not allow me to have the option of only letting folks who identify themselves SOMEHOW, but not "anonymous" post comments. Believe me, if it did, I would.
Some of my commenters, like GradeSchoolBud and TheDarkOne are friends and I do want to know who they are when they comment. They are smart enough to have figured out how to post a comment and use a "nickname" to do so. They're not LAZY CHICKENSHIT SCUM who don't bother, or who hide behind anonymity to protect their self-image.
So, understand something. You CHOSE to comment anonymously. You turned yourself into a "thing" instead of a human being when you clicked "anonymous" instead of identifying yourself, in my blogworld. So don't be surprised when I treat you like crap - especially when you post something stupid or irrelevant or derogatory, just because you think you're all "safe" by hiding in your anonymous little fucktard hole.
And if you decide to post something stupid, irrelevant, derogatory, or that I just really don't like - and I am able to figure out from your post who you are (It's rather amazing how easy that can be...), don't be surprised when I "out" you by your RL name and let the world know just what a pathetic moron you are.
If you want respect, then you have to earn it. This is my blog. This is MY space. This is where *I* hang out with MY friends and co-workers and net-friends. If you want to participate, that's all good - just identify yourself. If you choose to instead hide behind "anonymous" like the feeble-minded asshat that you obviously are - then don't be surprised when I go Harry Truman on you and call a chickenshit a chickenshit.
Have a WONDERFUL day.
Religion's "Right"
Yesterday I received one of those syrupy-sweet "God Loves You" chain e-mails from my cousin J. J's a smart lady, sweet and caring, and I'm pretty sure she didn't read the whole thing before she sent it to me. Maybe she did. Dunno. I don't think she thought real hard about the last portion if she did.
What really annoyed me was that she threatened me.
Ok - J didn't threaten me. Her e-mail did.
Started out with pretty flowers and rainbows and a little bunny holding a daisy, and all kinds of loving, caring, wonderful things based on the John 3:16 bible quote (For God so loved the world... blah, blah).
And it continued on to say how wonderful I am, and how much she values me, and how fantastic it is to be in the same world as me.
And then it decidedly turned vicious and threatening: "This e-mail MUST not be broken. You are Satan's Tool if you break the chain! Terrible things will happen to you and the people you love and your pet iguana if you don't send this to 10 people in the next 5 minutes!" (Ok, I made up the iguana part...)
Yes, Christianity is loving, and caring and wonderful - UNLESS YOU DON"T DO AS THEY SAY - then you are condemned, defiled, reviled and slandered/libeled! How Jesus-like! WWJT? WHO WOULD JESUS THREATEN? Doesn't that just make you want to run out and buy a hymnal and a bible and go thump on the streetcorner? Who writes these stupidass chain e-mails anyhow?
In other news, Some Moslem Imams got huffy and refused to leave an airliner when asked - then got even huffier when police removed them. They say it was "disrespectful", their being removed. Awww... poor babies. If they'd left the airplane when asked, instead of resisting and being arrogant asshats, I betcha it all could have been handled very quickly, very quietly, and with a minimum of fuss, and they could have been back on their flight and off to wherever.
I suspect they resisted deliberately just so they could make a lot of "Oh, us poor, misunderstood, DESCRIMINATED AGAINST Moslems!!! Wahhhhhh" noises. They're probably the front-line attempting to see how they can penetrate security and pull off another 9/11/01.
Oh, and now "Moslem" is a RACE???? They claim it was "RACIST" to ask them to step outside and clear something up? RACIST???? SINCE WHEN IS THE MOSLEM RELIGION A "RACE"???
What really annoyed me was that she threatened me.
Ok - J didn't threaten me. Her e-mail did.
Started out with pretty flowers and rainbows and a little bunny holding a daisy, and all kinds of loving, caring, wonderful things based on the John 3:16 bible quote (For God so loved the world... blah, blah).
And it continued on to say how wonderful I am, and how much she values me, and how fantastic it is to be in the same world as me.
And then it decidedly turned vicious and threatening: "This e-mail MUST not be broken. You are Satan's Tool if you break the chain! Terrible things will happen to you and the people you love and your pet iguana if you don't send this to 10 people in the next 5 minutes!" (Ok, I made up the iguana part...)
Yes, Christianity is loving, and caring and wonderful - UNLESS YOU DON"T DO AS THEY SAY - then you are condemned, defiled, reviled and slandered/libeled! How Jesus-like! WWJT? WHO WOULD JESUS THREATEN? Doesn't that just make you want to run out and buy a hymnal and a bible and go thump on the streetcorner? Who writes these stupidass chain e-mails anyhow?
In other news, Some Moslem Imams got huffy and refused to leave an airliner when asked - then got even huffier when police removed them. They say it was "disrespectful", their being removed. Awww... poor babies. If they'd left the airplane when asked, instead of resisting and being arrogant asshats, I betcha it all could have been handled very quickly, very quietly, and with a minimum of fuss, and they could have been back on their flight and off to wherever.
I suspect they resisted deliberately just so they could make a lot of "Oh, us poor, misunderstood, DESCRIMINATED AGAINST Moslems!!! Wahhhhhh" noises. They're probably the front-line attempting to see how they can penetrate security and pull off another 9/11/01.
Oh, and now "Moslem" is a RACE???? They claim it was "RACIST" to ask them to step outside and clear something up? RACIST???? SINCE WHEN IS THE MOSLEM RELIGION A "RACE"???
Monday, November 20, 2006
Oh Hell, it's Monday
Again. dammit.
And another weekend without doing all the things on my "do all this crap" list. I sleep too much. I blog too much, I play WoW too much, and I just don't even like leaving the house very much, these last few weeks.
I'm afraid I'm becoming a total recluse, and I really don't want to do that. I did, however, stop on the way home Friday and get some more St. John Wort so maybe that will kick-start the old seritonin again. I still feel like if I could just get things back to "normal" with the blood sugar, heart beat, circulation and SLEEP, I'd get back some of the energy to do other stuff.
Lea sent me a link to a place that has all kinds of information about volunteering for stuff for the DNC. I looked up my area, and as I had suspected, it is pathetically under-represented. While my state is beautifully Blue, it scares me to think that there are so many of us lower middle-class and lower who are being inactive here in one of the most diverse counties in the state (and one of the few RED counties!)
I plan to look into it further.
Now is not the time to let up. Now is not the time to sit on our laurels and be contented with a SLIM majority in Congress as of January. We cannot let up the fight, and we cannot begin to think of undoing the damage done by Bush and Co. if we don't continue to fight as if our country's Constitution and Freedom depended on it - because IT DOES.
Not into a lot of obvious, in-your-face protesting against the war and against the erosion of our civil liberties here at home? Check out The Kommandos Progect, a means of getting out the word without getting in-your-face.
Back to work - back to that damned bank statement. Have a WONDERFUL day, everyone!
And another weekend without doing all the things on my "do all this crap" list. I sleep too much. I blog too much, I play WoW too much, and I just don't even like leaving the house very much, these last few weeks.
I'm afraid I'm becoming a total recluse, and I really don't want to do that. I did, however, stop on the way home Friday and get some more St. John Wort so maybe that will kick-start the old seritonin again. I still feel like if I could just get things back to "normal" with the blood sugar, heart beat, circulation and SLEEP, I'd get back some of the energy to do other stuff.
Lea sent me a link to a place that has all kinds of information about volunteering for stuff for the DNC. I looked up my area, and as I had suspected, it is pathetically under-represented. While my state is beautifully Blue, it scares me to think that there are so many of us lower middle-class and lower who are being inactive here in one of the most diverse counties in the state (and one of the few RED counties!)
I plan to look into it further.
Now is not the time to let up. Now is not the time to sit on our laurels and be contented with a SLIM majority in Congress as of January. We cannot let up the fight, and we cannot begin to think of undoing the damage done by Bush and Co. if we don't continue to fight as if our country's Constitution and Freedom depended on it - because IT DOES.
Not into a lot of obvious, in-your-face protesting against the war and against the erosion of our civil liberties here at home? Check out The Kommandos Progect, a means of getting out the word without getting in-your-face.
Back to work - back to that damned bank statement. Have a WONDERFUL day, everyone!
Friday, November 17, 2006
The "Oh SHIT" moment
Ever have one of those "OH SHIT!!" moments?
Most of us who have driven for any length of time know the moment - it's when you KNOW that you're going to be in an accident - and there's dickall you can do about it... OH SHIT.
Or you watch in horror as the crystal candydish begins a slow-motion freefall off the countertop toward the tile floor, 2 armslength out of reach, because you pushed just that TOUCH too hard on the plastic tumbler you were trying to balance on the side of the sink? OH SHIT.
Yesterday was windy as hell here. Ok, bad analogy. Windy as.... a really, really windy place with lots of strong wind! (Yes, Chicago is "The Windy City" - no, it doesn't have anything to do with the weather. Actually, the nickname came about because of all the hot air blowing out of the Chicago City Council chambers. REALLY!!)
But I digress.
So last night I got home late because I had to stop and pay the mortgage, then I stopped to pick up drugs (at the PHARMACY, you perv!!) and then stopped at JoAnn Fabrics where I found some utterly delightful winter fabric with penguins all over it.
So I'm schlumping down the back alley in the dark, and I get to my gate, which is blown open again (nothing new) - and go for the back door... which is open.
I never leave the door open. I especially never leave the door open when it's freaking COLD outside. I'm horror-struck. Someone must have broken in?? What about my TV? The computer? The Stereo? The CATS!!!??
Now - sensible me - did I call the cops? Fuck no. I flipped on the kitchen light and looked about. Microwave? Check. TV? Check. VCR/DVD/Stereo? Check. Computer? Check. Cats? Maow... Maowwwwwowwwww!!! Check.
It was very windy yesterday morning when I left for work. Windy as a really, really windy place with lots of strong wind. Last nite my bedroom was hotter than hell. (See how we get back to hell again? Works that way.) I'm guessing that in my hurry to not be late for work, I didn't pull the door real tight and check it twice like I usually do, and the only "unauthorized entrance" was from the wind.
Goddess, I hope so, because I'd hate to find out later that someone had been in there and stole all my Raisin Bran or something...
Most of us who have driven for any length of time know the moment - it's when you KNOW that you're going to be in an accident - and there's dickall you can do about it... OH SHIT.
Or you watch in horror as the crystal candydish begins a slow-motion freefall off the countertop toward the tile floor, 2 armslength out of reach, because you pushed just that TOUCH too hard on the plastic tumbler you were trying to balance on the side of the sink? OH SHIT.
Yesterday was windy as hell here. Ok, bad analogy. Windy as.... a really, really windy place with lots of strong wind! (Yes, Chicago is "The Windy City" - no, it doesn't have anything to do with the weather. Actually, the nickname came about because of all the hot air blowing out of the Chicago City Council chambers. REALLY!!)
But I digress.
So last night I got home late because I had to stop and pay the mortgage, then I stopped to pick up drugs (at the PHARMACY, you perv!!) and then stopped at JoAnn Fabrics where I found some utterly delightful winter fabric with penguins all over it.
So I'm schlumping down the back alley in the dark, and I get to my gate, which is blown open again (nothing new) - and go for the back door... which is open.
I never leave the door open. I especially never leave the door open when it's freaking COLD outside. I'm horror-struck. Someone must have broken in?? What about my TV? The computer? The Stereo? The CATS!!!??
Now - sensible me - did I call the cops? Fuck no. I flipped on the kitchen light and looked about. Microwave? Check. TV? Check. VCR/DVD/Stereo? Check. Computer? Check. Cats? Maow... Maowwwwwowwwww!!! Check.
It was very windy yesterday morning when I left for work. Windy as a really, really windy place with lots of strong wind. Last nite my bedroom was hotter than hell. (See how we get back to hell again? Works that way.) I'm guessing that in my hurry to not be late for work, I didn't pull the door real tight and check it twice like I usually do, and the only "unauthorized entrance" was from the wind.
Goddess, I hope so, because I'd hate to find out later that someone had been in there and stole all my Raisin Bran or something...
Who knew??
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The George W. Bush Loyalty Quiz
10 Questions to Test Your Allegiance to President Bush
"Your score is 0 on a scale of 1 to 10. You hate Bush with a writhing passion. You think he is an idiot, a liar, and a warmonger who has been an utterly incompetent, miserable failure of a president. Nothing would give you greater pleasure than seeing him impeached and run out of the White House, except maybe seeing him dragged away in handcuffs."
Who knew??!!
What do you mean you knew? Bah!!! *giggle*
The George W. Bush Loyalty Quiz
10 Questions to Test Your Allegiance to President Bush
"Your score is 0 on a scale of 1 to 10. You hate Bush with a writhing passion. You think he is an idiot, a liar, and a warmonger who has been an utterly incompetent, miserable failure of a president. Nothing would give you greater pleasure than seeing him impeached and run out of the White House, except maybe seeing him dragged away in handcuffs."
Who knew??!!
What do you mean you knew? Bah!!! *giggle*
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Why cant' it be "Follow the Butterflies?"
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Leandra and I were on the phone laughing about that the other nite. If you aren't already aware, in one of the Harry Potter books, Harry and his friend Ron are told to "Follow the spiders". Ron starts to whimper and says "I hate Spiders! Why does it have to be follow the spiders? Why can't it be follow the butterflies?"
It seems like I spend an inordinate amount of time "following the spiders" both literally and figuratively.
Figurative spiders like bills, chores, obligations - that tend to sneak up from behind and create "webs" that snag you into a frenzy of futile cleanup, only to find that the suckers have been breeding and piling up behind you while you were cleaning up the last batch.
Real spiders, who seem to think my house is Club Med for the winter. They're small ones, hardly can find one - but they make HUGE webs. And every time I take out my long-handled dusting thingy (it looks like a very longhaired cattail fern on the end of an adjustable pole), and think I've gotten them all, I find 1/2 dozen more the minute I put it away. I need to find some lavendar oil spray, I think. I'm told it keeps spiders away. I'll just spray it everywhere. So what if my house smells like the stage for a remake of Arsenic and Old Lace? It would be worth it.
Speaking of Arsenic and Old Lace - I want to find an Aspidistra. I have many, many patterns for antimacassars, but I want an Aspidistra - they say they are darn near impossible to kill, and I HATE Mother-in-law's Tongue (the other kill-proof houseplant), so I want one. Although I don't know if cats eat them. If they do, then I want one as soon as the cats depart for their afterlife.
Picked up a copy of "The DaVinci Code" movie DVD at Costco last nite. I liked that movie. I am thinking of getting my air conditioning fixed next month. YES I KNOW IT'S DECEMBER!! I figure the AC repair guys will be happy to get some work. Besides, it is a 3-paycheck month. :o)
Ok, back to the joy of Accounts Payable! Fun!! Excitement!! Receiver Matching and GL Coding!!! and if that's not good enough - I HAVE A BANK STATEMENT TO BALANCE!!!!
Just shoot me now, ok?
Leandra and I were on the phone laughing about that the other nite. If you aren't already aware, in one of the Harry Potter books, Harry and his friend Ron are told to "Follow the spiders". Ron starts to whimper and says "I hate Spiders! Why does it have to be follow the spiders? Why can't it be follow the butterflies?"
It seems like I spend an inordinate amount of time "following the spiders" both literally and figuratively.
Figurative spiders like bills, chores, obligations - that tend to sneak up from behind and create "webs" that snag you into a frenzy of futile cleanup, only to find that the suckers have been breeding and piling up behind you while you were cleaning up the last batch.
Real spiders, who seem to think my house is Club Med for the winter. They're small ones, hardly can find one - but they make HUGE webs. And every time I take out my long-handled dusting thingy (it looks like a very longhaired cattail fern on the end of an adjustable pole), and think I've gotten them all, I find 1/2 dozen more the minute I put it away. I need to find some lavendar oil spray, I think. I'm told it keeps spiders away. I'll just spray it everywhere. So what if my house smells like the stage for a remake of Arsenic and Old Lace? It would be worth it.
Speaking of Arsenic and Old Lace - I want to find an Aspidistra. I have many, many patterns for antimacassars, but I want an Aspidistra - they say they are darn near impossible to kill, and I HATE Mother-in-law's Tongue (the other kill-proof houseplant), so I want one. Although I don't know if cats eat them. If they do, then I want one as soon as the cats depart for their afterlife.
Picked up a copy of "The DaVinci Code" movie DVD at Costco last nite. I liked that movie. I am thinking of getting my air conditioning fixed next month. YES I KNOW IT'S DECEMBER!! I figure the AC repair guys will be happy to get some work. Besides, it is a 3-paycheck month. :o)
Ok, back to the joy of Accounts Payable! Fun!! Excitement!! Receiver Matching and GL Coding!!! and if that's not good enough - I HAVE A BANK STATEMENT TO BALANCE!!!!
Just shoot me now, ok?
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Theories of Relativity
Somehow, the vast majority of 2006 has gone flying by without bothering to stop, hang around, be noticed, make me anything but a year older (except for shackling the Shrub). The older I get, the faster it seems the years go past.
Sometimes it seems just like yesterday that it was 1976 and I had gotten my brand-new Buick Skylark without a spare tire (Anyone else remember the "rubber shortage"?)
Then I think about how much has happened since then - and yeah, it's 30 years worth of "things". Married, had a kid, divorced, lost my Mom, 3 other cars, bought a house, sold the house, bought a townhouse-condo, been hospitalized for a lot of icky things.
Why is it that Monday goes so sloooowwww, and Sunday goes by like the blink of an eye - in fact, if I blink on a Sunday, sometimes several hours pass before my eyes open up again.
A guy who talked to me for a while (a friend of a friend who was real nice for a while, then completely flaked out) used to say "I'll sleep when I'm dead". Sometimes the afterlife seems like an attractive alternative to being so TIRED all the time. No, no, no - I'm not going to do anything to HASTEN that along any. Just sayin'.
Why is it that I can go to Safeway and bring home $100 in groceries and have just 3 or 4 bags to show for it - but I can go to Caputo's and bring home $100 in groceries and have to park the car out front to unload from the trunk in 2 or 3 trips? The Safeway stores aren't all THAT much nicer than Caputo's, they don't have as nice of meat, and their fresh fruits/veggies are all hard as rocks.
The bigger the car, the worse the driver. Soccer Mom's in SUV's need to be banned from the streets during rush hour. Just sayin'.
Thanksgiving is almost here. I'll buy a turkey this weekend, I suppose. I do hate to scrape all the meat off them, but it's better for me than beef, I suppose, so I'll do it. Once a year, I can probably handle. I'm going to try making Pumpkin pie with Splenda. I'll keep you informed. If it's not TOO vile, I'll post a recipe.
Sometimes it seems just like yesterday that it was 1976 and I had gotten my brand-new Buick Skylark without a spare tire (Anyone else remember the "rubber shortage"?)
Then I think about how much has happened since then - and yeah, it's 30 years worth of "things". Married, had a kid, divorced, lost my Mom, 3 other cars, bought a house, sold the house, bought a townhouse-condo, been hospitalized for a lot of icky things.
Why is it that Monday goes so sloooowwww, and Sunday goes by like the blink of an eye - in fact, if I blink on a Sunday, sometimes several hours pass before my eyes open up again.
A guy who talked to me for a while (a friend of a friend who was real nice for a while, then completely flaked out) used to say "I'll sleep when I'm dead". Sometimes the afterlife seems like an attractive alternative to being so TIRED all the time. No, no, no - I'm not going to do anything to HASTEN that along any. Just sayin'.
Why is it that I can go to Safeway and bring home $100 in groceries and have just 3 or 4 bags to show for it - but I can go to Caputo's and bring home $100 in groceries and have to park the car out front to unload from the trunk in 2 or 3 trips? The Safeway stores aren't all THAT much nicer than Caputo's, they don't have as nice of meat, and their fresh fruits/veggies are all hard as rocks.
The bigger the car, the worse the driver. Soccer Mom's in SUV's need to be banned from the streets during rush hour. Just sayin'.
Thanksgiving is almost here. I'll buy a turkey this weekend, I suppose. I do hate to scrape all the meat off them, but it's better for me than beef, I suppose, so I'll do it. Once a year, I can probably handle. I'm going to try making Pumpkin pie with Splenda. I'll keep you informed. If it's not TOO vile, I'll post a recipe.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Blessed Be:
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
It's Monday again...
How the hell did that happen? Seems to do it about the same time every week.
I really don't want to have to get up and showered and dressed and off to work - not that I want to skip work exactly - I just want to stay here where it is warm (is COLD out there!!) and sleep. I can't seem to get enough sleep lately. I'm always tired.
Tonight is grocery-shopping night again. Seems I did NOT have good memory when I left my list of what all I need at home, so at least half of the stuff I got was unnecessary, and 1/2 of what is on the list I forgot to get. Figures. Memory is the 2nd thing to go, as they say.
Been re-reading "A Tale of Two Cities" - boy, Dickens was boring. The story is good, but the interminable amounts of description and exposition and side-color are just miserable to have to slog through. Cut to the chase, Chuck!!
I also watched "Star Wars, Episode IV - A New Hope" over the weekend. You remember? Luke and R2D2 and C3PO and Han and Leia and Obiwan? Back in the day, it was so BIG and overpowering and impressive. Maybe it's just my small TV and the lack of "Surround Sound" - but it just looked small and choppy and not-very-well made anymore.
Part of it may have been because I was watching the DVD which has some added scenes, and as soon as the additional material came in, my brain clicked out of "Movie-goer" mode and into "Movie Critic" mode. I NOTICED something different, and so I stopped being part of the story and became just an observer who observed a lot of kitsch and hackney.
Boy was Harrison Ford YOUNG then. Damn cute tho.
Ok - I have stalled long enough. Time to face the cold blast of shower before the warm kicks in - and deal with the horror that is my commute to work. Have a wonderful day, everyone.
I really don't want to have to get up and showered and dressed and off to work - not that I want to skip work exactly - I just want to stay here where it is warm (is COLD out there!!) and sleep. I can't seem to get enough sleep lately. I'm always tired.
Tonight is grocery-shopping night again. Seems I did NOT have good memory when I left my list of what all I need at home, so at least half of the stuff I got was unnecessary, and 1/2 of what is on the list I forgot to get. Figures. Memory is the 2nd thing to go, as they say.
Been re-reading "A Tale of Two Cities" - boy, Dickens was boring. The story is good, but the interminable amounts of description and exposition and side-color are just miserable to have to slog through. Cut to the chase, Chuck!!
I also watched "Star Wars, Episode IV - A New Hope" over the weekend. You remember? Luke and R2D2 and C3PO and Han and Leia and Obiwan? Back in the day, it was so BIG and overpowering and impressive. Maybe it's just my small TV and the lack of "Surround Sound" - but it just looked small and choppy and not-very-well made anymore.
Part of it may have been because I was watching the DVD which has some added scenes, and as soon as the additional material came in, my brain clicked out of "Movie-goer" mode and into "Movie Critic" mode. I NOTICED something different, and so I stopped being part of the story and became just an observer who observed a lot of kitsch and hackney.
Boy was Harrison Ford YOUNG then. Damn cute tho.
Ok - I have stalled long enough. Time to face the cold blast of shower before the warm kicks in - and deal with the horror that is my commute to work. Have a wonderful day, everyone.
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