George Will doesn't know when men began to hug one another. It was about the President getting touchy-feely with the worst Rethugs going.
Uh-huh. Leaving aside the fact that George Will is the poster boy for constipation, ALWAYS looks like he needs at least a bottle of prune juice if not an enema laced with some cayenne pepper...
What the fuck is this closet case going ON about?
I just so do not GET this... It is not as if it was something 'sexual'. Gawwd forbid... I have been known to hug straight men... Because they said something nice, or did something good... It is more of a fraternal thing. Sort of 'Thank you for listening', and 'I like you in a non-fuzzy heterosexual way...'
But every time I see George Will's dour little face, he drives me crazy. And yes, I know, there are worse people out there in Wingnuttia. Rush Limpballs is always the face of audacity, for instance. And there are many others who do NOT ring my bell...
But looking at Good Will Not Hunting gives me cavities in the brain.
How anal rententive can you GET, hey?
oh. MY!
I had a very nice day today....
I did.
My very favourite ex-colleage came all the way up from her home town to visit me.
I love her to death.
She is the best mother I EVER heard of.
We drank corfees at Chaplin's next door to where I live.
And laughed and laughed...
She always delights me.
And whatever Else is going on I do not want to know,,,
It was a very nice morning and I laughed
muchly...
That is more worth than rubies....
Wow... Good thing I have a father... Because according to the wing nuts, I would be in prison.
For having commited violent crimes....
Right.
Now where the hell did I put that tire iron? Can't remember. You see? Hopeless. Am not gonna commit a violent crime because I have a father. Am so fucking tired of useless lies being told to gullible folks, I could barf.
And hat tip and thanks to the wonderful Pam Spaulding who finds this stuff, because I never want to go there.
But there was a lady who lived in the hotel I worked at for over thirty years. And she could speak and understand Slovenian and other slavic languages, but she never let on that she could, other than a few people who were close to her. Her take? 'You have to understand the language of the enemy.' That crack slayed me at the time, and I just fell apart laughing.
But now? Thank whomever for people like Pam who descend into the depths of wingnuttery, and call them on their bullshit.
Hate is a very ugly thing. So Dad, sorry, but I think I have a misshun. I'm gonna go find that tire iron, and go out and do something violent just so I can prove them wrong and go to jail, oh yes.....
Except..... I do not have a car, never learned to drive other than crash a VW into a cemetery fence after getting stuck on a sidewalk... long story.... so of course I do not own a tire iron. I do have a couple of good kitchen knives... But that would be too messy, hate looking at blood.
It is a dilemma, I tell you. ...
Ok, tongue out of my cheek....
It is the STOOPID that can drive me up the wall. Where do people learn to THINK like that?
Maybe I can rent a chain saw....
It is nice to have 'friends'... I guess...
Even if they want tit for tat....
I have been hysterical lately... which I do not like, fly off the handle, and so on.
It is nice to have friends, but risky if you do not know them all that closely. But even when they come through for you, and help you, they do expect something in return. And if you have little to give, it can be expensive and not what you had wished for.
Have been burned often enough expecting the best of people and getting 'shocked' when they do not live up to expectations. So I have been cautious lately.
You'd think I would be old enough to be that way, but I guess it comes with age.
My friend W. is a case in point. He has his hungarian spit-fire of a girlfriend, and more or less let me be. Except this morning, when he woke me up at 6 am, and said, 'Hey Eule, you awake?' (He calls me owl, not without reason. Am mostly up at night.) Could I come over and translate a couple of letters for him that needed to go out per e-mail. Reason? My German is better than his..... (He is very dialaect.)
And I said, 'hokay...' And went out and got them breakfast, returned the space heater they lent me, as I don't need it any more, and so on.
And when he heard about my dilemma, and everything, he said, 'We are coming over and clean up your place.'
Now how embarrassing IS that?
On a scale of one to ten it was fifteen.
His girlfriend is very funny. Wants to attach me to another 'man' she knows. Uh-huh. Maybe one date, but am really NOT in the mood to think of anything like that right now. But I can make her laugh whole-heartedly.
W. is your typical pedantic Aires person.
He means well. And he knew what he was getting into. Am just one big mess.
But.... day one went ok. And he met Peter, and all, because he wants to move into the appartment when Peter vacates it. Because the former 'Hausmeister' whom Peter calls 'Rudy-Doody' has been terrorising him for the better part of a year. You have NO idea of what that person is capable of.
And his wife looks harmless.... but she can knock your teeth out if you get on the wrong side of her. Tiny bitch....
Yes, I know that is denigrating, but some women CAN be the worst bitches in the world, ornery, mean, revengeful, calculating. So I make a wiiiiiddde circle if I happen to run into her, and just say good day, how are you, and such.
If there has ever been a poisonous couple... it is them.
Whatever, we spent the whole afternoon cleaning my appartment.
And there were jokes going back and forth... well not repeatable.
And W fixed my defective radiators. Turns out that the 'Hausmeister' had fixed two of my four radiators so they wouldn't fucking heat.
After all the trouble, and being 'nice' did.... I would like to throttle him for a little bit, till he turns fucking blue.
As for W. ..... He has come a very long way from when I met him 18 months ago. PTSD, very much so. Homophobic. So anti-American you could get cavities in your teef...
Now?
He loosened up. We can make jokes about things. He mostly lives on red beans, onions and potatoes and gets flatulent, for instance. He said his girlfriend makes him sleep on the floor when that happens. And I said, 'Hey, W. How OFTEN have I told you not to insult me by name, HUH?' A. just fell apart laughing.
Or if we are at the computer, and he needs to get by, he will say, 'why don't you just turn aside?' (Which I do, of course...) And say, 'Oh, you WISH.'
It is amazing to me on a mess of levels. The French Foreign Legion's motto is 'Fraternité, Egalité, Liberté' .
I guess I got the first two all right. And that was no small feat.
Am so glad I am not about to get bashed..... And it is nice to have a 'brother' who accepts who you are....
On Housekeeping....
Quenten Crisp promised me, absolutely PROMISED me that if you don't dust....
'After three months, it doesn't get any worse.'
He wrote 'The Naked Civil Servant', Sting's song 'An Englishman in New York' is about him.
But he was wrong, wrong, wrong....
It is NOT fun to drown in your own depresseion.
No, not at all....
So how bad was it, I hear you ask.
It was so bad... I cooked a chicken soup in January, 2008. And didn't finish it, and it went sour, and I just left it there. I normally do not cook at home. I was afraid to lift the lid and see what cooties were coming out of it.
So I put it off, and put it off, and today, I thought, 'Ok, time to get this bacterial killer out of the house.' And I dared to remove the cover.
I did not throw up. After the fact I had retching problems. The smell was abonimable. And you know what? Everything had liqufied. I have never felt so grossed out in my LIFE, hey.
I threw it into a fifty liter bag, and threw it out.
Depression is a terrible thing.
On the one hand you function as a normal everyday human being. But even the most simple normal things seem insurmountable big tasks. Till you get to the point where you do not know where to start.
And despair muchly.
I still have that stench in my nose.
Gawwd am I dumb....
Oh, it is Maundy Tuesday.... Happy Fasching, everybody!
This is really not my favorite horriday. It sort of forces you to be 'happy' and 'funny', and you dress up like it is Halloween, and it is, well, forced somehow....
But what did I see early this morning? Went to get sammiches for breakfast at the market, and the lovely Claudia was a native American indian princess. I asked her daughter if she was Cher. She said she was a witch.
'Who is Cher?' she asked. Gawwd have I gotten old. She had not one inkling. Not one. So I said 'listen, believe me, witches are traditionally ugly, and Cher is beautiful. So you must be Cher. Go google her.'
And left.... crushed.
And as I was heading over to Peter's to bring him breakfast, there were easily one hundred tykes in their costumes under cold weather jackets and stuff, fully excited, and being taken to a Faschingsfest.
Which is the problem here, you see? The weather is always so miserable, that you can't see how nice the costumes are through the winter coats and all. And it snowed.
There is a parade downtown, but I have a mess of stuff to do, so that is all I got, and it suffices. But Claudia made a good indian....
Roses for everyone....
It being Rose Monday and all... So here are virtual ones, and give all of them to the people I love.
Was up in the middle of the night cleaning, and had the live transmission of the Academy Awards on the tee-vee. I thought Hugh Jackman did a nice job of hosting. I was thrilled that Sean Penn got best actor.
Have been watching this shindig since I was a kid, it is always fun, being a full-fledged movie fan. Am NOT usually a fan of Ben Stiller, but his edgy imitation of Joaquin Phoenix's appearance on David Letterman had me in stitches. Although am not sure if he isn't going to get flak on that.
Everyone else seemed to be on their best behaviour, so that made it all the funnier.
Robert De Niro addressing Sean Penn and wondering how he got all those heterosexual roles before this nomination was such a zinger, I guffawed.
'Milk' only got one other award for best screenplay. The young man who wrote it gave a chilling acceptance speech about his Mormon background, and encouragement to the GLBT community that moved me muchly.
The musical numbers were better than usual.
So I enjoyed myself while dusting and organising junk that has been accumulating and needs to be thrown out.
A word about the Swarovski 'curtain' that framed the stage. Beautiful. I do not even want to think about what that cost. It is an Austrian company, and I have a few Christmas tree ornaments from them, and the cost is shocking, I tell you, shocking. Fiona (the owner) must have been off the charts for overjoyed, getting all that free publicity....
I felt terrible for Jerry Lewis. I had known he has been very ill, but was saddened to see how very badly his illness has diminished his body. He probably held the shortest acceptance speech of any Jeanne Hershell award for humanitarian activities I have ever seen. But it was from the heart and brought me nearly to tears.
Facit: after years of blah broadcasts, this was really one of the better ones. And who knew that Anne Hathaway has a terrific singing voice? When Shirley MacLaine compliments and encourages her, that is praise indeed. And I have seen Shirley MacLaine live, and she is one professional entertainer.
So it was fun and took my mind off of my mindless tasks of tidying up....
Haven't seen most of the nominated films, but enough to know I would have voted differently on a lot of them.
And Penelope Cruz looked delicious and wonderful.
Thirty days....
And all I see is negativism on the internets.
I think that Obama is doing his most to get things going.
And he has done a lot of good stuff in that short time. Aren't enough hours in the day, hey...
What the FUCK happened to giving someone three months to get their policies in place, and getting them up and running?
Fair? Anything but. The attacks and criticisms began on day three.
And yes, we all have our druthers about what we WISH him to rescind from the last eight years, but the guy only has two hands, hey...
Give him a fucking break, and hold your tongues till the 100 days have gone by, and then we will see how his administration is really holding up.
I never thought he was gonna be a miracle worker.
But so far, he exceeded expectaions... We shall see.
And it is so fucking GOOD to hear someone who can put two sentences together and make sense for a change. Gawwd, he sounds like one of my grandfathers, the tone, and I could listen and listen....
Well, another Opera Ball gone by....
I haven't watched in years. This morning, Peter made me watch the repeat on our local station.
Nicolette Sheridan seemed to be having 'fun' at the opening of it. They changed the arrangement of the beginning since I last saw it some years ago. First only part of the debutantes march in and line up on the sides of the room. And they really do turn the Opera into the most beautiful ballroom you have ever seen.
And then they had several numbers with the ballet, and opera stars. The ballet got better overall, and they have a terrific soloist from Albania now. Tall, handsome, and so fluid it made my joints feel arthritic in comparison. And of course the children's ballet. Always a winner. The music was mostly Haydn (200th anniversary of his death) Puccini, and Strauss, of course.
And then they had the polonnaise with the debutantes. You have to imagine a couple of hundred pairs of young people. The girls in sleek white gowns wearing little tiaras, the guys in classic black tuxedoes. And then they do a polonnaise, this time to Strauss, but it is so intricate, and the flashing white and black could cause an epileptic to go into a fit when seen from above. Then they waltz to the secret national anthem, the Blue Danube Waltz, and then the floor is given over to the ball guests. They work really hard to get that right, and it really is wonderful to see... so am not all THAT cynical.
Nicolette Sheridan seemed to like that part, was directing the music per hand out of her loge. She later said it seemed to be like a fairy tale come to life. Well, for EUR 72,000 for one day's work.... yeah, I guess you could think like that.
The rest was a deluge of things you never wanted to know about anyone. A bonfire of the vanities, so to speak. Gawd, you could just throw up.
Actor Alfons Haider---no relation to the late demagogue---has really developed as a moderator for this event. Suave, elegant, doesn't ask dumb questions, and had a couple of surprises up his sleeve. He seemed to charm the First Lady of Santo Domingo, and asked if she had danced yet. She said no. So he asked for a dance, and she gladly accepted. It was cute.
He took Nicolette Sheridan aback with his perfect English, and SHE asked him for a dance, at which point I yelled, 'Oh Edie, what are you thinking? The man is openly GAY, for heaven's sake!'
Interesting that most of the top bankers did not attend. Normally, this event is for the wheelers and dealers to meet and do sneakret things in the background.
Sad was that there were only four protesters out there this year. BUT.... one of them mooned all the hoi polloi and caused them to look for the fainting couches. That was funny, and the police were so surprised, he mooned them loooonnnnnng.
Oh my... funny incident at the tobbaconist's today...
There was a young man before me asking for a sort of sieve for his pipe, and the owner, usually a very funny guy, and an expert when it comes to pipes and fine cigars, was stymied. What in the world would he want a sieve for? Never heard of such a thing....
And THAT was when I got a big wide grin on my face, and had to turn away and pretend to study the magazine rack.
And bite my tongue, hey...
And the owner kept asking where the young man had seen anything like that, because no one had ever offered it in any catalogue he had for tradespeople, and what was it good for anyway. He was so fucking bewildered.
And of course I knew what the kid was after. He finally bullied him into saying, 'Look, I got this pipe from a head shop, and there was a sieve in it.'
Bingo! I was so on target with that. But refrained from guffawing out loud.
The owner said he didn't have that merchandise, and the kid left, and I burst out laughing.
I said I had known right away what the kid was after, having committed a youthful sin or two in the Seventies, and that didn't go down well. But I found it very funny nevertheless.
He went cold, and said he considered that stuff abominable.
Which amused me all the much more. There is a latin saying, 'nomen est omen'. Meaning names are an omen, mean what they say. Well, the owner's family name is Kink. I am not shitting you. (There is even a Kink Street near the square, have no idea why, or who the person was that it got named after, but go into paroxysms of hilarity every time I see the sign. Must have been an important person, for all I know.... Oh, just googled him. He was a knight and did a lot of stuff for the waterworks.)
So all I know now is that I will never address him as 'Mr. Kinky'. If nomen est omen, whatever it is lies outside that scene....
And on that note, will dissipate into hilarity.... Ach, what would we do if there weren't a Quentchen (itty bitty bit) of Schadenfreude in our lives. I ask you.
Tja, on the other hand, I guess you had to be there....
Huh... There is a cold wind a-blowin'
Graffitto out on the square... The words mean, it's drafty.
I was sort of impressed that Dubai, the epitome of wealth, is also in trouble. NY Times link in the title. Thousands fleeing. Maybe that ten-star hotel is going to end up looking like the old defunct two star one in the picture... Interesting that they have debtors prisons there. How very Dickensian.
Yes, have been remiss....
There are some days I have little to say, or just freak out over the fucking Republicans and their fucking audacity, or end up having to run around doing things I do not like to do and get all it a fuss....
So retroactive Happy Valentine's day to all whom I love, you know who you are...
And no... am just extremely depressed for a lot of reasons.
Larry King harping on the Octopussy for days on end depresses me.
If she were in Germany, they would take all of her children away from her per social services, they said so. Shocked, I tell you, shocked.
Depresses me.
My health.... depresses me. The fucking social services and pension people depress me to fucking death.
Having to turn five cents over three times before spending it.... depresses me.
The only nice thing these past few days was having the designated Bishop Wagner ask Ratzi to rescind the nomination and promotion. The ASSHOLE had the nerve to maintain that the victims of Hurricane Katrina got what they deserved, and that was God's punishment for that Sodom and Gommorah of a city. So why didn't 'God' kill David Vitter from that state, who visited whores and liked to play diaper games, but is oh,,,,, SO family values?
And then cries on state tee-vee, because, you see, in the past two weeks since the nomination, the poor guy got attacked per e-mail, and his subjects, and yes, I use the word intentionally, and the 'hate' was so terrible for him, he couldn't sleep. I'll just BET.
Because, you see... what he said wasn't hateful, or unchristian. This guy is a fucking Bill O'Reilly!
Spews hate, and then gets taken aback when there is an uproar? Oh please...
There were massive threats of people leaving the Church officially, and here, you HAVE to pay a tithe, one tenth of your income.
So Ratzi.... accepted his not taking the new post.
So there ya go...
They are being pragmatic, Rome, I mean. Italy just had a sort of Terry Schiavo case, and the bloody Italians did the fucking same thing to that poor family. I thought I was re-living ground-hog day in another language. Fourteen years in a coma? Still 'young?'
Let her go.
Depressing for many reasons. My first neighbor in this house was wonderful. Funny, an artist, and so on. And he was so vibrant, and we sat out on the square so often, and argued about politics, and arts, and so on. Then he was at home down south, fell into a brook and drowned. He was under water twenty minutes, and they fucking revived him into a coma. He got six months of martyrdom. On tubes, tracheotomy, the oxygen being pumped into him, and all that entails. I was allowed to visit three days before he died. If he had come out of it, the brain damage would have been immense. He looked so frail. I stroked his good arm, and whispered, 'What the FUCK do you think you were DOING?'
And I swear, I saw his mouth twitch as if he were trying to smile.
Three days later, he was dead. A 'seizure'.
Uh-huh.
Just like that... you lose a friend.
Devastating.
And no, there wasn't anything else between us. But this wonderful tension, who can do better intellecutally, who can defend what they think better, and gawwd was he good.
(It IS possible to mind-fuck, believe me.)
The good things in my life seem to have left me behind with the Orks, so am on my own.
There are saving moments.
My neighbor brought her two year old up our creaky stairs, and was encouraging her, and I was just going out for snigarettes. And I said, 'Hey, A. you are really doing GOOD.' We have torturous stairs. And the child showed me an egg she just got. A thin chocolate one that has a little toy inside. 'Surprise eggs'. So I said, 'Oh, I wonder what is IN it.' And she looked at me as if I were 'stupid', because she wanted to get into the house, and was thinking of house, and said 'Peter!' as if I were stoopid or something. Her mother's friend....
It made me smile.
But still, am sinking into depression, and that is NOT good.
more Koalas
Poor Sam got her paws burned and the fireman had a reunion with the little guy he saved, and the full video of that was up today.
Oh... my... God! The RC elders just get so fucking weird...
This is the Babel fish translation. Loony as ever, but with some corrections on my part to make it understandable.
Bishop Fischer: " Homosexuality is curable" Homosexuality is for the Feldkircher bishop Elmar Fischer a psychological illness. In many cases homosexuality can be healed however, said the bishop on Wednesday radio Vorarlberg. On Thursday Fischer apologized for his statements. Bishop Fischer, who is a trained psychologist, in a Vorarlberg interview compared homosexuality on Wednesday in the radio with alcoholism or fear neuroses. There are studies, which say that homosexuality is more curable, said the bishop and asked the question, why one was to doubt. Also alcoholism is for example more curable, concern it also a psychological illness. He does not understand, why one must be the opinion that homosexuality is an alternative Sexualform, so Fischer.
That is the crux of the brouhaha.... The apology just made the local tee-vee station news. He hadn't been up on new scientific data, he said....
Wellllll..... considering they rehabilitated Gallileo only a while ago, should this surprise me?
Ummm... noooo....
But he was so wrong on all counts, I would like to know who the fuck made HIM the indian chief, and why the fuck is he so interested in the subject in the first place. And why the hell doesn't he just freaking disappear, or get kid-napped and reprogrammed by the Flying Spaghetti Monster in his school in the sky? Or get a real life...
I am willing to bet 100 Euros that I do not have, that he sets himself up 'meditating' on the Bible with the door open, so that people on retreat can see how DEVOUT he is, and what the people on retreat don't know is that he's stuck in pages of Honcho or Monster Tits into it, and is NOT studying the text.
And don't start rolling your eyes, and think I'm being some sort of paranoid idjit. I KNOW of a case like that. And the guy said, 'I do sin. But before I go to sleep, confess my sins, and God forgives me.' And he woke up with a clean slate every morning and was happy....
So you see? That is one sweet deal he had. So why can't he just assume that someone can have gay sex one evening, wake up in the morning, 'confess' his 'sin' to God, and all would be well? What would be the big deal in their eyes if it were so?
These people are so fucked up in their heads, it really isn't funny any more....
Just sayin'
Update: most of the comments on the ORF article are biting and hilarious in part. One person said Ratzinger has put masturbation down as a serious sin. 'Can that be cured too?' the person wanted to know.... it was meant sarcastically, I can assure you...
Koala bears in need
They normally don't approach humans. And are adorable critters....
MORE KOALAS IN NEED
{Posted in News/Current Events, The Animals on February 11th, 2009 by Scott }BIE reader Andrew from Melbourne in Australialand sent me this heart breaker of pic this morning.
If you want to donate to help rescue and care for these amazing creatures that are being devastated by the record breaking heatwave and the fires sweeping the state of Victoria, NSW go here and give them some love.
I just did.
I mean really now; is it too painful for you to dig in to your pocket a bit and give fifty or twenty five or even ten bucks to help these completely awesome marsupials?
The Australian Koala Foundation does incredible work and with our help they will work to see that Koalas like the little guy being helped by the Aussie fireman in the picture and put at risk by the fires and heatwave will be rescued.
If you won't help they can't help, and if they can't help there won't be any more Koalas.
Keith Olberman got an award from the Human Rights Campaign
And Ms Spaulding got it all.... thank goodness.
The award was from his special commentaries
link here
His commentary was spot on. But even if his speech at the awards ceremony was a bit rambling at first, it was powerful. And could make you really re-think things that have happened in everyone's life.
Both are worth a look.
And no, I still wouldn't want to marry.... but can only wish those who do all the luck in the world.
Oh... too bad...
This guy cracks me up and is outrageous. And so edgy, Comedy Central cut him out.
Even they can be wusses... NSFW.
Have to find out more about him....
Hokay....
After hearing about the westernising of the rest of the world, we get joyous news of something totally 'new'. Link in the title.
Have these people TOTALLY lost their MINDS?
A product that makes your breath smell like (smoked?) ham? Burger King?
Kill me now, please!
Obviously the makers of this shit were never in Graz in the '70's.....
Imagine getting on a tram that is overcroweded, and everyone smells of salami breath, because they didn't brush after breakfast and were in a hurry.
I mean, I KNOW things go in cycles, but hey.... revolting and makes you shudder.
Does this mean that they are going to go back to not using a deoderant again?
gawwwwwd.....
