The Busy Sounds of Nothing Being Said

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Disembodied anonymous thoughts
Cozy little nooks and cavernous hollows
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All just noise…

December 27 2010

My Gramma's gone.
I didn't call her on her last birthday.

Sulky Sue

"Here's Sulky Sue
What shall we do?
Turn her face to the wall
Till she comes to."

And that is how you help people get over their sad feelings.
Thanks for the wisdom, mother Goose!

Pardon me while I burn

To the author of comment number 4:

NO!  We cannot still be friends, you bigoted bedbug of a soul!  (though, to be fair, I've never met this woman and just saw her comment on a friend's page)

I will not be petty and point out all the egregious spelling and grammatical errors peppering the offending comment (though I have a hard time getting past the Freudian slip of her capitalization of “Man and woman” – she thinks herself lesser, then?).  I can move past the nitpicking to the barely decipherable meaning of the message and respond here as I couldn’t to her face (for which, of course, I hate myself):

Regardless of what GOD intended marriage to be, the U.S. Constitution is designed to be amendable, and NOT be ruled by GOD. Separation of church and state.  It is the very same document that allows you to worship your GOD freely, but if you disagree with the supreme law of this land, can you still be proud to be American?

You are certainly free to do as you believe, but what about all your GAY friends whom you love so dearly?  Are they, as Americans, allowed to be free to do as they believe?

What other "scary" re-definition of marriage are you afraid of?  Who else could marry that would scare you? 

Scenario 1: (wo)man and beast

Scenario 2: (wo)man and blood relation

Scenario 3: (wo)man and child

Scenario 4: (wo)man and inanimate object

Scenario 5: (wo)man and (wo)man and (wo)man and (wo)man and …. (you get the idea)

As long as all the parties in the relationship can legally consent, what business is it of yours?  Why can’t they have the same rights as you?  Or are they lesser?

I hear your vicious little brain churning: “well, what about the abuse of scenario 5?  What if we ALL sign up to be one big happy Soddomite family?”  And I say, so fucking what?  I’m perfectly comfortable with my health insurance benefits (all of a sudden self and spouse(s) coverage plan doesn’t seem like such a bad deal J), retirement benefits and whatever measly scraps I leave after croaking – to go to the hundreds of my spouses.  It will not break the existing system – it might just change it some.  That’s the brilliance of this country’s law – it’s flexible.

Take the meaning of your Big Book as it’s intended: be kind and do not judge (“Vengeance is mine, says the Lord.  Mind your own.”  Or something like that.) 

Oh, fuck it.

All this has been said, screamed, whispered, bled upon and shat upon. 

Pardon me while I, you know…

P.S.  And YES, I do support the Christians’ right to teach creationist theory in public schools BUT NOT to the exclusion of the evolution theory.  They’re both equally valid, as in “pretty baseless.” 

Devil Child

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Might it be the savage beast in her lashing out against the holy teachings you're carefully crafting in her tiny noggin?

Could it be... <gasp> ...the Devil Himself scrambling her half-formed memories? (I've always liked it that Christians capitalize not only God but the Devil also.  Very balanced.)

How embarrassing. Now the neighbors will know your child is not an instantly proper Christian, from birth.

Christmas Haiku

Solstice again

under colorful light bulbs

man hangs from the cross.

The Good Stuff

Seems our bodies only treat us to the “good stuff,” the fun self-produced chemical alterations, while we’re young.  Eventually hormones dry out, taste, hearing, touch, vision – all dull.

Is that nature’s way of saying “It’s time. See? There isn’t even anything good to hang around for!”?

So what, then, is our expiration date? Do we have a longer natural “shelf life” than horses? Crows?

Photo credit: http://www.google.com/profiles/revswain (though really, Bob Swain? You're going to claim rights on a work by a well-known Russian artist from the 19th century?  This image is in public domain because its copyright has expired.  This applies to the United States, Australia, Russia, European Union and other countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 70 years.  Ivan Kramskoy died in 1887. Suck it, Bob Swain)

Today's Mantra

“Beauty ≠ virtue”

“Beauty ≠ virtue”

“Beauty ≠ virtue”

“Beauty ≠ virtue”

Repeat until you train your brain to recognize it.

If you succeed in doing so, tell me how.

Happy birthday, blog - here goes nothing

If you’ve never lived in Wisconsin (or any other area where real winter is a fact of life) shoveling snow might seem like an idyllic pastime:  fluffy white clouds, snowball fights, rosy cheeks, making snow angels and stomping your feet gaily as you enter the house…
All that is pretty much bullshit. 
While rosy cheeks are certainly a reality, so are the back-breaking hours bent over the heavy-ass shovel, sweating and freezing at the same time, spiky air stinging your lungs with every intake…  And the knowledge that the storm still isn’t over, that around 3-4am the city snow-plow will rumble by to wake you up and bury your driveway entrance with the hard-packed or sloshy, heavier than ununoctium mass that you’ll need to overcome in order to make it to work. 

Welcome to winter fucking wonderland!