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i’m in America; the elections are over, and after arguments, debates and ballots have been cast, i still feel the wake of it all. i’ve read a lot of comments on gay issues on people’s ‘social media’ sites recently – twitter, facebook, etc. – as well as doom and gloom from people who are unhappy about the outcome of the election. i feel the need to press my two cents into cyber space, for some reason i can never explain.
i am a liberal Democrat, if you must know, and voted accordingly. i support same sex marriage, as well as a woman’s right to choose abortion. having said that, i also support opposite sex marriage, and a woman’s right to choose NOT to abort.
America isn’t about homosexuality, or religion, or health care for everyone, or abortion. America is about FREEDOM.
a few years back i stopped going to a restaurant i consider to have excellent quality foods and service, and completely delicious dishes. why? well the owners are Christians. but that isn’t WHY. i stopped going because the owners blatantly promote their religion. there is a huge electric sign that stands in front of the restaurant glaring at me and quoting me Bible verses that are supposed to make me want to convert or confess. there are Bible verses on the menu, and a cardboard box on the counter for prayer requests.
i don’t have anything against all of these things in particular; praying for others is awesome, and having a guideline to follow in life is both helpful and respectable. i DO have a problem with trying to come in for a meal and being bombarded with someone else’s religious leanings. if i wanted to get a good dose of guilting i could go to church; what i really want is the big summer salad with extra cheese and nuts, and a side of that Amish bread please.
but all this is true on the OTHER side of the coin. if i go into a coffee shop for a latte, i want a latte. i don’t want someone to shove their views of gay marriage down my throat. i am FOR gay marriage, but the appropriate place for this kind of discussion is NOT in a coffee shop through signs, or clothing messages, or cupcakes named after famous gay people.
i’d like to see things swing back to center slightly. i’d like for people to remember what respect and freedom are about. my right to support gay marriage is as equal as someone else’s right to OPPOSE gay marriage. my decision to be a liberal is no better than someone else’s decision to be conservative. we should have the FREEDOM to choose certain things in our lifetimes, but that necessitates that others have the SAME freedom to choose oppositely. we all just need to grow up, stop name calling, and accept the fact that we will always have differing opinions; that is what makes us great; that is what makes us interesting; and the freedom to have these differing opinions is far more important than what the actual opinions boil down to.
well it’s thursday, and there’s a football game tonight. so what will happen? will referees be attacked by angry men in sweatshirts? will indecision and lack of communication decide another win for a team that maybe didn’t really do what they got credit for? (sorry Seattle, you know i love you). or will fans start to boycott this mess and leave the multi-million dollar stands completely empty, like an old Roman arena that once was great and full of competition, but then someone decided, “hmmmm…feeding random people to lions is just really droll. let’s have them fight to the death instead!”
it’s not like i’m going to say anything that hasn’t already been said continually for the last 72 hours straight. but i’m going to say it anyway, because this is my blog and i can do that.
GET THIS SHIT FIGURED OUT, NFL.
this is ridiculous. maybe the NFL proper is all about money, and making more of it, and profits, and money and cash. but WHERE do they think all that money comes from? SURPRISE, IDIOTS! THE FANS! if the fans, and the commentators, and the experts, analysts, reporters, players, coaches, and medics are all angry and upset about a situation, i’m thinking you need to address that situation.
am i crazy here? (don’t answer that, we already know that answer) yes you may have the almighty dollar as your bottom line, but you won’t be getting those magical monies if you piss off everyone that has said dollars in their pockets.
GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND BRING BACK THE REGULAR OFFICIALS. how many people have to say it to make it enter your fat skulls?
i’m wearing my fun socks today, but it doesn’t seem to be making its impact. if any of you have watched the TV series BONES, you know that FBI agent Sealy Booth wears funky socks as his way of being unique and special in a world of hum-drumminess. his way of ‘sticking it to the man’, i guess. or his way of declaring his individualism. and if you watch Storage Wars, you know that Barry (I LOVE YOU BARRY!) wears his ‘lucky’ socks, hopefully to have blessings from the picking gods.
but for me, the magical, stripey, Monster High socks that i am wearing are not bringing me the anticipated magical stripey day. despite their cuteness, and their roller-derbiness, my customers are still yelling at me, demanding, and pushy. i’ve heard bad news today, like about the girl that has been missing for 8 days, or the man that was dead for 2 years without anyone noticing.
tomorrow i’m coming in barefoot.
well dang. gave myself a minor breakdown today.
i sometimes wonder why i put up weird pictures on here, because i might like it, but really – not everyone has the same taste. and i am well aware that i am on the “outer limits” of the norm, not only for my ‘condition’ but also for my taste, style, aesthetic…and humor. oh, and outlook. but i put up pictures none the less. and Accidental Happiness # something or other- i’m glad i have! i’ve started saving some of my pics on a new jump drive, cause i’m trying to get them organized. there are some shots i deem “cooler” than others, and want to make prints of, to maybe sell at local shops in my area. and FUCK IT if my brand new drive full of pictures didn’t say “corrupted” today when i slid it into it’s little home. WTF??? i completely freaked out, then did the melting down thing, then cried. lots of hours of work, and lots of anticipation fucked all over the globe. but i did a little research and found that i’d squirreled away many of the pictures i wanted; on other drives, here, and on my facebook account. (thank you facebook!) i suppose now i should make hard copies as well as do the whole shutterfly and/or flickr thing, which i just keep putting off.
some pix i can’t find. and i guess either i don’t need them, or they don’t want to be found, or i need to go make new ones. but what a panic! and i’m glad to have found the majority in other little places. so, accidental happiness: 80% of pix recovered. word to the wise: don’t skimp on jump drives and get the cheap ass ones on sale for 3.99 in a big barrel/bin at whatever office supply store is unloading them. major suckage.
i don’t want to go to work today. it’s beautiful out: rainy, foggy, green grass greener than the crayon in my box. the wind is blowing, but it’s still warm enough to have the windows open.
this is a day for writing, and imagination. this is a day for creativity, inspiration, and a long nap with a kitty and a mushed up pillow. this isn’t a day to be indoors with grumpy patrons and testy people who only want you for an ear to bend about their list of life long problems. this isn’t a day for weird people who alter your energy because they are from another galaxy far away and have been sent here to warn the earth about impending doom because we haven’t been drinking the right kind of water.
this is a snuggly day, for peace and relaxation and … snuggling. not work.
damn i hate mondays.
[begin sarcastic tone]
the charger on my laptop recently went kaput. so until i get my new one in the mail, the massively exciting posts i’ve been writing so frequently, the scintillating pictures i’ve been posting and the thrilling tales of adventure, espionage and gossip will be on hold.
i know it’s hard to control yourself. it’s ok if you cry a little. i’ll be back soon.
i have missed blogging, and boring you all to tears with my bits and pieces of absurdity. but i’ve had the flu for a week, and just haven’t had much energy. plus i could hardly walk for the stomach pain, so blogging hasn’t been much on my mind. well that’s not true, it’s been on my mind, but not a feasible thing. so, i am sort of back on, but slow in getting my creative brain moving.
you know that old song “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. If you’re happy and you know it, then you’re face will really show it…lalalalalala”
i’m trying to think what that song would sound like if you’re an old, tired, grumpy, jaded person who doesn’t have the energy to clap or smile, and is really looking forward to something more like falling down in a dead drunk sleep and drooling all over the pillow while simultaneously avoiding alcohol poisoning by a hair.
haven’t quite come up with it yet, but i’ll let you know.