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Archive for October, 2005

All Hallow’s Eve

Monday, October 31st, 2005

Happy Halloween - Blessed Samhain!

I hope everyone has a great and safe holiday. Details later today about the fabulous Halloween party my family threw Saturday night. It involves the plight of matchmaking cows, naked vampires, and gallons of Southern Comfort.

Wanna Take Me On?

Friday, October 28th, 2005

A damn good way to spend a Friday night?

Drinking beer, eating pizza and playing Need for Speed, Hot Pursuit 2, on the PS2 with your man.

Even better?

Totally kicking his ass on the virtual highway.

It's the little things.

Boo!

Friday, October 28th, 2005

It's Friday; otherwise known in the blogosphere as "the day you can write whatever you want because no one is going to read it". Friday posts are almost totally superfluous.

Halloween is fast approaching - it's my absolute favorite holiday. The family is planning a huge Halloween bash this Saturday; it should be loads of fun. I'm going to be a flapper girl this year; the costume is so cute. I promise pictures this time - no really!

November is next week. Then December and Christmas and, whoops, there went 2005. Over; just like that. Is anyone else even slightly disturbed by the terrifyingly fast pace at which time has sped up?? It's almost unnatural.

Other than that, I really don't have anything else. I got back on Zoloft last night, so hopefully this loopy, cloud-headedness will go away soon. I don't exactly relish feeling like I'm about to pass out every few minutes. But, who does?

Have a great and spooky weekend.

I’m an Idiot

Thursday, October 27th, 2005

I'm an idiot.

I'll go ahead and say that now. For someone that's usually passably intelligent, I can do some pretty dumb things sometimes.

So lately I've been extremely light-headed; loopy as all hell, right? It makes it hard to concentrate and sometimes a big "whoosh" of dizziness almost knocks me off my feet. I'm thinking, "Holy shit, I have brain cancer or something." Then I remember; no, dumbass, you just up and stopped taking your Zoloft cold turkey.

"When one stops Zoloft too rapidly a withdrawal syndrome may develop. Among the symptoms that may be experienced are nausea, tremors, lightheadedness, muscle pains, weakness, insomnia, and anxiety." (about.com - Zoloft Withdrawal, MAOIs vs. SSRIs)

Duh.

And I knew it was wrong to stop taking anti-depressants cold turkey. I knew it could fuck me up and cause all kinds of weird withdrawal symptoms. But I did it anyway.

Real smart, eh?

George Carlin Isn’t This Ignorant

Wednesday, October 26th, 2005

I'm getting so sick of seeing this piece of shit floating around in my Inbox every other day:

Been sitting here with my ass in a wad, wanting to speak out about the bullshit going on in New Orleans.

For the people of New Orleans... First we would like to say, Sorry for your loss.

With that said, Lets go through a few hurricane rules: (Unlike an earthquake, we know it's coming)

#1. A manditory evacuation means just that... Get the hell out. Don't blame the Government after they tell you to go. If they hadn't said anything, I can see the arguement. They said get out... if you didn't, it's your fault, not theirs. (We don't want to hear it, even if you don't have a car, you can get out.)

#2. If there is an emergency, stock up on water and non-perishables. If you didn't do this, it's not the governments fault you're starving.

#2a. If you run out of food and water, find a store that has some. (Remember, shoes, TV's, DVD's and CD's are not edible. Leave them alone.)

#2b. If the local store is too looted of food or water, leave your neighbor's tv and stereo alone. (See # 2a) They worked hard to get their stuff. Just because they were smart enough to leave during a manditory evacuation, doesn't give you the right to take their stuff... it's theirs, not yours.

#3. If someone comes in to help you, don't shoot at them and then complain no one is helping you. I'm not getting shot to help save some dumbass who didn't leave when told to do so.

#4. If you are in your house that is completely under water, your belongings are probably too far gone for anyone to want them. If someone does want them, Let them have them and hopefully they'll die in the filth. Just leave! (For Christ's sakes, it's New Orleans, find a voodoo warrior and put a curse on them)

#5. My tax money should not pay to rebuild a 2 million dollar house, a sports stadium or a floating casino. Also, my tax money shouldn't go to rebuild a city that is under sea level. You wouldn't build your house on quicksand would you? You want to live below sea-level, do your country some good and join the Navy.

#6. Regardless what the Poverty Pimps Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton want you to believe, The US Government didn't create the Hurricane as a way to erradicate the black people of New Orleans; (Neither did Russia as a way to destroy America). The US Government didn't cause global warming that caused the hurricane (We've been coming out of an ice age for over a million years).

#7. The government isn't responsible for giving you anything. This is the land of the free and the home of the brave, but you gotta work for what you want. McDonalds and Walmart are always hiring, get a damn job and stop spooning off the people who are actually working for a living.

President Kennedy said it best... "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country."

Thank you for allowing me to rant.

First, and foremost, George Carlin did not write this sorry excuse for a rant. A quick stop over at Snopes before hitting "Send" would save everyone a lot of aggravation.

Yet even people who know it isn't Carlin forward it along with a "this is still hilarious - I totally agree!!" message. Really, you ignorant fuck? Becaue of this disaster, 1,302 people are dead. Yeah, real fucking funny. I can't seem to stop laughing.

It's very easy to look at something so terrible, and bitch about the people who need help - especially the ones audacious enough to demand it. No, I don't agree with the actions of a large number of my fellow Louisianaians, but I'm not ignorant enough to group every single person that went through the nightmare of post-Katrina into a greedy, welfare-addicted, piece of trash.

Have you ever lived in New Orleans? Do you know jack fucking shit about New Orleans? I have, and I do. Here's a little bit of info for those of you that feel justified "agreeing" with the tripe above.

#1. A manditory evacuation means just that... Get the hell out. Don't blame the Government after they tell you to go. If they hadn't said anything, I can see the arguement. They said get out... if you didn't, it's your fault, not theirs. (We don't want to hear it, even if you don't have a car, you can get out.)

News Flash: New Orleans is a city. It is a smaller version of a concrete jungle with excellent public transportation. People don't own cars in New Orleans because it is easier, and more economic, to walk and ride the bus to get around. Much like in New York, Chicago, etc. Not every NOLA-native that is carless is so because they are too poor to afford one.

Of course, there are those that are. The rant claims that "even if you don't have a car, you can get out." Really? I'd like to hear this - how so? Please, enlighten me on how you can get out of the city without a car; keeping in mind, of course, that the airlines were jammed, Amtrak & Greyound had been shut down before the storm hit.

A large number of people stranded in New Orleans during and after Katrina were tourists and/or business travelers; even with all of their money and resources they were unable to book themselves on a flight, a bus, a taxi...what have you. If it was so easy to "get out" - then why couldn't they? Why were a "large number" of people "stranded" in New Orleans tourists? Perhaps it wasn't so easy to get out - ever think of that? How's this? Unlesss you were there and saw what avenues of escape were available and which were endless dead-ends, shut the fuck up.

#2. If there is an emergency, stock up on water and non-perishables. If you didn't do this, it's not the governments fault you're starving.

#2a. If you run out of food and water, find a store that has some. (Remember, shoes, TV's, DVD's and CD's are not edible. Leave them alone.)

#2b. If the local store is too looted of food or water, leave your neighbor's tv and stereo alone. (See # 2a) They worked hard to get their stuff. Just because they were smart enough to leave during a manditory evacuation, doesn't give you the right to take their stuff... it's theirs, not yours.

Have you ever gone shopping for supplies prior to a hurricane? Even before a minor hurricane with little threat, the shelves are quickly bare of essentials like water, non-perishables, flashlights, batteries, radios, etc.

Katrina came quickly; there was little time to prepare. Also, stores and supply shops quickly closed down and boarded up - so places to purchase supplies became even fewer. Again, if you weren't there...what the hell do you know?

Most people who broke into stores did take things they needed to survive. Not everyone was rampantly looting and stealing from their neighbors. Please remember this. Not everyone saw this as a free-for-all. There were real people who were truly desperate getting things they needed to survive.

Yes, there were rapacious looters. As there were in Biloxi, MS after Katrina, as there were in Texas after Rita and as there are now in Mexico after Wilma. I don't see people lumping every one trying to survive into a greedy looter in those places. It happens - everywhere.

#3. If someone comes in to help you, don't shoot at them and then complain no one is helping you. I'm not getting shot to help save some dumbass who didn't leave when told to do so.

I'm getting very tired of this ignorant gripe. In case you weren't aware, the majority of shots fired were desperate people on rooftops trying to get the 'copters attention.

It wasn't 'BANG-BANG' - "Rescue us, motherfuckers, or I'll shoot at you again!", it was 'BANG-BANG' - "Over here! We're over here! Please save us!!". The rescue crews mistakenly thought they were being shot at and retreated. Most of the shots were fired at the ground (or into the water, I should say).

Sure, there were some - some - morons shooting at rescue crews or law enforcement. The majority, however, were not. End of story.

#4. If you are in your house that is completely under water, your belongings are probably too far gone for anyone to want them. If someone does want them, Let them have them and hopefully they'll die in the filth. Just leave! (For Christ's sakes, it's New Orleans, find a voodoo warrior and put a curse on them)

Hey - know what? Fuck you. People from New Orleans, love New Orleans. Refusing to be rescued wasn't just about staying behind to watch the house and possessions. It was shock over losing everything they'd ever had or worked for, and then also having to abandon the city and community they held so dear to their hearts.

These people were shell-shocked, hurt and broken. They've lost everything, and then someone comes along and tries to take them away from what little they have left. Naturally, they're going to balk and refuse to go. They are scared and hurt. Have you ever lost everything you ever had? Didn't think so.

#5. My tax money should not pay to rebuild a 2 million dollar house, a sports stadium or a floating casino. Also, my tax money shouldn't go to rebuild a city that is under sea level. You wouldn't build your house on quicksand would you? You want to live below sea-level, do your country some good and join the Navy.

So next time tornadoes wipe out homes in the central U.S., they shouldn't be rebuilt and the homeowners should be given nothing? When mudslides and earthquakes wreak havoc on multi-million dollar California homes and huge prominent cities, nothing should be done?

If you don't want your tax money going to help fellow Americans that have lost everything, and to rebuild a major metropolitan city and national landmark, exactly what do you want it spent on?

New Orleans is below sea-level so it shouldn't be rebuilt? This is your logic, ignoramus? Sure, let's not rebuild New Orleans; it's just another city - it doesn't serve any real purpose, right?

Here's a few facts for you, about this useless city that you don't seem to think is important enough to rebuild:

The Port of South Louisiana, located in New Orleans, "is the fourth largest port in the world in terms of raw tonnage, and among the largest U.S. ports for several major commodities, including cement and coffee" (wiki: New Orleans).

Oil is pretty important to America, and to the world, wouldn't you agree? New Orleans "is home to the corporate offices of oil companies with major offshore operations in the Gulf of Mexico, as well as the distribution and service centers of offshore equipment suppliers and fabricators. The manufacturing industry is a significant part of the economy, with petroleum, petrochemical, shipbuilding, and aerospace industries all playing a role. The New Orleans region also functions as a mining, processing, and transportation center for other minerals, principally sulfur. Service industries are playing a larger role, with health care and telecommunications leading the way. The New Orleans region is widely regarded as a leading center of medicine and health care in the South". (infoplease - New Orleans)

Louis Armstrong International Airport is located in New Orleans. For a city so unimportant, the need for an international airport seems pretty impressive to me. New Orleans is also a "major rail, highway, air, and river hub" (encyclopedia.com - New Orleans).

The multi-cultural, diverse and unique atmosphere of the Big Easy is responsible for giving us the talents of Louis Armstrong, Truman Capote, Kitty Carlisle, Fats Domino, Jelly Roll Morton, Lillian Hellman and Dorothy Lamour; all from New Orleans (famous Louisianians). It has also been an inspiration to some of America's greatest icons and artists: Tennesse Williams, John Grisham, Stephen Ambrose, Anne Rice, William Faulkner, George Rodrigue; all from or inspired by New Orleans.

Interesting - but let's not rebuild. Who needs it?

#6. Regardless what the Poverty Pimps Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton want you to believe, The US Government didn't create the Hurricane as a way to erradicate the black people of New Orleans; (Neither did Russia as a way to destroy America). The US Government didn't cause global warming that caused the hurricane (We've been coming out of an ice age for over a million years).

I agree with you on this one, though it has little to do with the people of New Orleans. Jessie Jackson, Al Sharpton, and Louis Farrakhan, to name a few, are a bunch of self-serving, hypocritical morons.

#7. The government isn't responsible for giving you anything. This is the land of the free and the home of the brave, but you gotta work for what you want. McDonalds and Walmart are always hiring, get a damn job and stop spooning off the people who are actually working for a living.

I'm not sure who you're aiming this at. If you're using this as an argument against the poor of New Orleans, it's a little late, don't you think? Telling them to "get a job" at this juncture is...a little pointless. And stupid.

The sad thing is, whatever jackass wrote all of this really sees himself as clever and witty. That's the real joke here.

Blessed

Sunday, October 23rd, 2005

Last night we held a party at our place to celebrate a close friend's 30th birthday. A wonderful time was had by all, and I was reminded once again how blessed I am to have such amazing and special people in my life; even moreso that I am able to call each of them "friend".

I Don’t Wanna Grow Up

Thursday, October 20th, 2005

Holy fuck. Seriously? Is this what it means to be an adult? Is this really what growing up is all about?

As a child, you can't wait to be older - to be "grown up". But grown-ups yearn for the innocence and ignorance of childhood. The grass is always greener, right? Or does being a responsible adult just suck that bad?

I always said I'd never let myself be miserable for something so paltry as security. Of course, I was a bit younger then. I suppose my early twenties weren't that long ago; I'll be 28 in less than two weeks. But I crammed a lot of living into those formative years.

Me, who has faced living in poverty and having no food in my belly or roof over my head - and STILL survived - I always swore I wouldn't get caught up in the "regular" world of working my ass off just to pay my basic bills; that I would never compromise my freedom and happiness for stability. Yet here I am. And now that I'm here, I don't know if I can get out from under it.

I've grown accustomed to my warm meals every night, my comfortable bed, my cute car, my myriad of electronic gadgets and toys. I've come to appreciate the roof over my head and the small comforts of "home". Things I swore I'd never have faith in.

The thing is, I don't know if I've "grown up" or "given in"...