Kudos to me today!
i was on Facebook (because it is some time of some day and that’s usually where i am) and someone i know and love put up this quote: “don’t tell me the sky is the limit when there are foot prints on the moon.“ – unknown
which is so cute and cool, because this is a teenager, and she is testing her wings and learning about limits, and non limits and how to be beautiful and fierce and loving at the same time. and it is such a cool quote!
and Kudos To Me, because my first reaction was to say “have you ever wondered why they don’t say FEETPRINTS? because FEET is the accurate pluralization of FOOT, and there was more than one FOOT up on the moon. and besides that, i don’t think after all this time there would even still BE feet prints, or foot prints, especially with little robot things that roll around up there, maybe sweeping up after everyone like the little robot on the Jetsons.“
but i DIDN’T say any of this, and so deserve kudos or the “restrained-your-bitch-reflex” of the day award.
I once had a conversation with someone about creationism versus evolution. We were friends, and a group of us got into this discussion, about how God created the world and everything in the extended universes in one week. And how evolution was a made up theory to disprove God. But my question was: we don’t know for sure that God didn’t CREATE evolution. What if he wound the clock and set things in motion – sure in your one week – and then let things evolve from there. Why can’t BOTH realities be reality. This caused quite a stir in my group, for it was a group of Christian friends, and I quickly became aware of what time it was and a forgotten hair appointment I suddenly needed to keep.
But what I didn’t argue with them about was my secret opinion that God didn’t actually create EVERYTHING in existence. Sorry, everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and this is mine:
There are some things that I definitely attribute to Satan, and a few that can be found on the list are as follows:
- Zits in weird places. OK, maybe God invented zits – for some sort of weird, ugly, painful purification process. But zits in the EAR? Definitely a design of Satan
- Any city in the world that is without a Taco Bell or Jimmy John’s. These are favorite locations of Old Scratch and possibly demon controlled by the under lord himself, or one of his many minions
- Hyenas. Do I really need to go into this? Scarrrry!
- LOTTO tickets that have your winning numbers inverted, like a winning “24” instead of your chosen and meaningful 42, which represents the number of times you have broken a small appliance when you got a mixed up LOTTO ticket. I guess maybe if God was having a bad week this could be attributed to Him as some practical joke, but usually this kind of thing is straight out of the think tank in Hell
- Facebook’s add column. This is way too creepy to be from God. As soon as you search anything on the net, you suddenly have 75% off adds from THESE VERY PLACES, listed right there on the side of your very admirable trouncing of other competitors who think they can beat you in Candy Crush Saga
other Satanic creations will follow eventually…
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 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 recently contacted artist/photographer Marco Ribbe about a photo I saw recently. I’ve been on “Pinterest” quite a lot recently, as I’m very visual and it’s a mecca for beautiful eye candy. While “pinning” I saw a stunning piece of Ribbe’s that I immediately pinned. However, I contacted him via email because – for some reason – I thought maybe I should check on the photos copyright, useage, etc.
Sure enough, there are litigation issues with that particular picture, and the photographer emailed me back immediately, hoping I would understand his position, which was that it would be best to not use the image at this time. He was tremendously polite and gracious about the whole thing, and directed me to his facebook page suggesting I use another image of his.
This is a professional photographer! Who does AMAZING work! STEAMPUNK NO LESS!!!!
So, grateful that he even contacted me, and impressed by both his work and his professionalism, I wanted to share his website so you could all view his magic for yourself. Happy feasting!!!
so today has been a fabulous kick off to 2012.
first we started off with a movie at midnight. and margaritas.
then we watched football all day today, along with some Twilight Zone marathon
We also had fun with my friend’s new Facebook page.
this was fun to ponder all day. along with enjoying more margaritas and some pizza. today’s question was “Favorite All Time Classic TV Show”, which was easy for me, as i am obsessed with The Twilight Zone. but Mark (my friend) has listed all the questions that you should answer each day, so we sat and tried to figure out what our answers will be this month. very fun, very old school, very couch potato. and fun to read everyone else’s answers.
if you have a Facebook account, hop on the page, or go to his other old school TV discussion page,
Today my computer yelled at me.
Well, more accurately, Facebook yelled at me. Funny how guilty you can feel after a scolding from an inanimate object run by electrical impulses sent through a system of mysterious, invisible, mathematical equations. (is the internet alien-based? hmmm….that’s a blog for another day)
I play a stupid, addicting cooking game on Facebook, and we used to be able to add friends willy-nilly. Which is great, because this game is ridiculous and you have to bug everyone you’ve ever met in your life to advance at all. Complete strangers are helpful in these quests; they don’t know you from Adam, but don’t care – they’ll send whatever parts you need so long as it helps them down the line.
But Facebook has changed a ‘friending’ policy, so that you can’t send friend requests to people you don’t already know, or know friends of. (this blog is getting confusing; are you with me here?) Which is great, really, because I feel more hopeful about the stalker I tried to block, and the chance that he might not be a bother again. (although technically I still work with him, so I guess this won’t help overall)
Well I failed to read all the fine print of the updated ‘friend/not friend’ prviacy policy, and I got a note that the Facebook gods were scornful of me and needed some kind of blood sacrifice, or a gigabyte of cheese pizza or something. Yeesh… make me feel guilty for playing your damn game, why don’t you! So, I’m sorry person I upset by sending you a note that you could have easily just said “NO” to. And I’m sorry Facebook, that I upset your delicate structure and offended your new and improved policies.
Whew…getting in trouble by strangers and the World Wide controller of all thoughts is hard work, and tiring. I better go lie down.
i haven’t gotten much done today. today i was supposed to work on editing a chapter or two of my book, and pretty much the only thing i’ve accomplished so far today is taking a shower. oh, and playing on facebook.
i’m part of a DID group on facebook, and it’s supportive, interesting, and also … weird.
today i was reading posts from people struggling with their condition, and some of them had altars (other personalities) writing, and talking in this weird child talk. spelling all wonky, words and phrases making no sense, and i’m thinking “Jesus, you people are crazy”. but as i read along in the thread, i had to sort of wake myself up. because this is me. they are talking about the things i go through and struggle with, and despite the fact that it does – in fact – sound completely crazy, it happens to also be reality. it sounds so bizarre that people have little four year olds in their bodies, which always reminds me of the commercial for weight loss when i was a kid: “inside every fat person there’s a skinny person dying to get out”. creepy.
but it’s real. i have a little one in there that will only growl at people, and someone who can’t stand up well and would rather just continually collapse to the floor, and certainly several that shouldn’t be operating machinery at work, let alone drive a car. and Christ, then there’s trying to go to sleep at night…
“good night John Boy” “good night Tiger” “good night Scritchy”
“good night Nellie” “good night Rocky” “Jesus, would you people go to bed already?”