A Very Telling Little Sentence....
CNN showed a puff piece yesterday.. about Obama in Hawaii at a take out restaurant, and in it he goes on about nutrition, and how you eat something nutricious first, but save a little room, because there's this terrific ice cream place across the street. And then he frowned slightly, and told a member of the fawning press with him
'You don't have to write that down.'
Like a schoolteacher, you know? (as in, 'Hey, it isn't gonna be on the test!' you know???)
The rest mentioned how the island was without electricity for eleven hours, and the Obamas were the first to be back on-line after. Now that is sort of bitchy. I hate to imagine what horror scenarios were going through the collective heads of the Sneakret Service during the black-out, I really do...
But that little sentence has stuck in my head the last day or so. The esteemed Duncan Black who has the blog Eschaton, has often gone ON about the phenomenon he calls 'journamalism'. Decrying the folks who are stenographers, and call themselves journalists, and swallow the cool-aid. Because they only survive if they are in with whoever is in power. Slavering Scribes of the Village, I call them.... Stenographers are not journalists, but the journamalists never figured that out.
So, that little sentence was a toss-off, to be sure, but am getting the feeling that Obama can be mighty sarcastic in a very oblique way, and doesn't suffer fools gladly. His reaction to the puppy questions already have shown that. Snark with style.
Maybe, just maybe, real journalists might get pushed to the fore in the coming years. That would be nice.... Frank Rich got something nearly right last week, but then he blew it totally in his final paragraphs. But for the most part it was illuminating... link here
(The last part had me hot under the collar and steam coming out of my ears...)
So now I am confused, Preciousses... What role are his advisors really playing here? Am not trying to make a mountain out of a mole-hill, no. But if you get to see the President elect unscripted, it is very interesting....
And that was a telling little sentence, for sure. Saw it twice on the tee-vee, and it reverbrated. Will the REAL Barack Obama now please stand up, as the old show used to say?
Update: Annti was kind enough to send me the following information about the power shortage I had not seen, so am adding it to this post.
"Actually, the electric company SENT A COMMERCIAL GENERATOR out to their rented vacation home AS SOON AS THEY LOST POWER, and Barry SENT IT BACK. He didn't want the special treatment, and knew that one night without power would never hurt them. He thanked the power company, said no thank you, and said that they were going to bed early. Look it up in the London Daily Mail, that's where I saw it, after the paparazzi invaded his very-private memorial service for his grandmother, since he'd missed the funeral. His sister and he were sprinkling her ashes into the ocean and the zoom lenses intruded, nonetheless. The power outage is covered much better, with more accurate detail about the time-line and his refusal of special treatment when his neighbors went without. The Secret Service did go and purchase two residential generators, but they never even cranked 'em up, because he didn't want to waste the gasoline and create the pollution. I'm no Barry-worshipper, but he showed a lot of gumption to not freak out over a little black-out, when he still remembers Gustav, Rita and Katrina. Please add this and the London Daily Mail to the post."
Well, horridays part one over....
So, two horridays gone by... Made a roast to get through them. One of my good ones I hadn't done in a long while....
You braise a piece of beef on all sides. Fill the bottom of a big casserole with thick slices of onion and two crushed garlic cloves. Set the roast on the onions. Add lots of carrot pieces and quartered potatoes sall around it. Add two small bay leaves, 12 peppercorns, 12 whole allspice, 2 cloves, and two to three tablespoons of grated garlic. Add 1/4 l white rum or red wine. Rum is better. Cover and place in a slow oven, about 180 degrees C for two hours, then about 50 minutes at 150 degrees C. The carrots should be soft with a bit of bite to them by then, and the roast nice and tender. Let the roast rest for about 10 minutes to relax, slice, and sprinkle the meat with freshly chopped dill and serve with the carrots and potatoes. Salt to taste. It is an excellent recipe, and very old.
Otherwise, the tee-vee runs old films through all the horridays. So I cherry-picked a few to watch. Yesterday it was all three Airport fims en suite. Airport 75, the one with Karen Black was fun to watch after thirty some odd years. Looking back, it was very subtly camp. Was working in the cinema when it came out, and we had so much fun with it. Karen Black had what one calls a 'Silberblick' here, slightly cross-eyed, and the cinematographer must have really hated her. She plays a chief stewardess, you see, and a small plane collides and destroys a part of the cockpit, the co-pilot gets sucked out into oblivion, the navigator is dead, and the pilot totally injured so badly, he can't see. So Karen Black has to fly the plane. And in the tensest scenes where she is supposed to be terrified, she goes fully cross-eyed. One of the high points for terrible acting is when she is on a transponder, and screams 'There's no one left to fly the PLANE!' You can't see it on the tee-vee, thank goodness, but on the big screen, her eyes crossed TWICE.
It is a kitsch-orgy, Helen Reddy plays a nun who tends to Linda Blair, who is waiting for a kidney transplant, and sings the sappiest song ever written. Gloria Swanson plays herself, and gets to do the most hilarious 30's style acting and bombs the one-liner, 'The mountains.... they are so close!' (They are flying around in the mountains surrounding Salt Lake City, you see...) Charlton Heston rescues the plane after descending like a Deus ex machina from a helicopter, and lands them all safely. Sid Ceasar plays a wanna-be star. Myrna Loy does boilermakers all through it but remains oddly sober. They spared absolutely nothing to get everyone who was everyone on the B list in Hollywood, and it is a wonderful disaster, although entertaining.
Oh well, it brought back some very funny memories, and Peter was fully pisssed off with me for laughing about it, because he had never seen it, and got right INTO the story. How the hell can you LAUGH, he kept asking, and when something good was coming up, I'd say, 'Ok, here it comes,' and some terribly delivered line would come out. And all through it, he was on the edge of his wheelchair, with, 'What's gonna happen next?' Practically nail-biting. 'They all land safely, so just SIT BACK and relax, won't you?'
The second film was 'Victor/Victoria'. the Blake Edwards version. It was a joy to see again after a long time, and timeless. The original was filmed in 1933 in black and white, by the German UFA studios, and starred a remarkable Renate Müller, and was a very odd film.... There were blocks of narration-----and they were all in rhyme. But it was funny, and charming, and not so in your face because that wouldn't have been possible then, although everything was very clear.... I was sceptical, when the Edwards version came out, and then astounded. He turned a diamond in the rough into one of the best in the world. And bless Robert Preston, wherever he is...
Today I am having fun with Gremlins I and II. Two is definitely better. And I just LOOOVE Spike. And they destroy the Trump Tower. So camp, you can't get a 'horror' film any better. Although the scene in the first part in the movie theater where the Gremölins are grooving out on 'Snow White' in a movie theater is so perverse, I cackle.
Tja, when can we get back to normal, here? And tomorrow Sunday.... sigh.... At least I got food, and made chili...
Ok, NO I am totally in Scrooge mode so don't fuck with me
Update... photos from yesterday. Baby Jeebus arrived early yesterday morning. Must have had a tight schedule. Astonishing things inside. (sniffle...)
There ARE angels, and she finally proved it yesterday.
Whereas the store workers looked just plain silly as always...
And I looked like this before I finally went nuclear.
As of twenty minutes ago, it is 'silent night'. Yup. But the hours before? Pandemonium.
Because, you see, the entire country shuts down, and if you forget to buy something, you might as well be dead, or very creative in the kitchen. Or kill yourself.
Because, you see, the entire country shuts down, and if you forget to buy something, you might as well be dead, or very creative in the kitchen. Or kill yourself.
This year is really crass. And was up in the morning, running to the supermarket at six-thirty in the a.m. Where I get subsiduary stuff. Herbs, staples, the usual shit. And then on to the market.
Where I nearly had a fucking stroke. I had stuff for today, but need something to stretch for two days, and get all the stuff Peter needs.... And the crowds, and the waiting, and my back hurt. But that is the 24th, hey, it 's what they do... elbow in front of you, are agressive, as if there is never gonna be food on this earth ever again.
I had thought, ok, pot roast, and I can make Gatsch on the second day. Gatsch is what I used to call leftovers that my Mom used to make, a mish-mash of it, and it was even better than what was the day before. Right. So I finally get my turn, and whaddaya know, that piece of beef cost 27 Euros! I was so pissed of I could have spit. But swallowed my pride and bought the fucking thing...
So that was two trips back and forth between the square and Peter's already, and he was breakfasting. Back again for the vegetables, and the prices were ok. Saw a goose for four people going over the counter for 48 Euros, I was fucking speechless. I only did that once, goose. It was fun. And I set off the fire alarm in the hotel, but it was worth it. And the firemen were sad... It smelled so good, they said. But I saved 90 per cent of it, and did the rest at home, and we ate on it for a WEEK...
Five years ago they cost half that, and that was damned expensive.
Then it was time to go and get a Xmas tree. We used to have knock-out, beautiful ones. It was mostly a Peter thing, that, having an xmas tree. But I enjoyed decorating them and doing something different, it was creative. We used to have Styrian ones, American ones for decoration, and collected an immense amount of ornaments, and things for it. We hadn't had one for over five years...
So I relented, and said ok. Not a big one. And I had seen a beautiful one yesterday for 27 Euros, and he gave me 30 for it. Today it cost 37 for the same tree. And I told him to stick it where the sun don't shine.
They are OUT there gouging the fucking WHITES out of your eyes, because 'it's Christmas.' By this time, I was getting REALLY pissed off.
I found a nice one elsewhere for 25. Perfect. So I dragged it home. Cussing, and turning the air blue.
So... I thought I had everything DONE, you know? And took the key to the cellar to get out all the ornaments and shit. And whaddaya know? That key doesn't FIT there any more. The fucking Serbs in the house changed all the locks where his and my stuff is stored. I bought so much stuff from Venice, and elsewhere, and I couldn't get in.
It didn't surprise me. Not in the least....
So I had to leave Wimpy crying, and get something to PUT on the goddamned tree. And by that time, I was near the boiling point.
Twice more to the market, just to get something to make it look like a Christmas tree. Photos tomorrow. I never did a poverty tree before....
But then it got to be too much. For today, you eat fish here. And I made a mussel soup, and then a light salad with fresh herring and a sauce tartar dressing. I fucking THOUGHT. Peter had used up all the sauce tartare, and I got stuck in the kitchen with NADA.
And THAT is when I started yelling. LOUD. He ATE it, on bread. Well, glory fucking hallelujah, and just betray me again, you git. I had to make ham and eggs... And am going to go to hell. Am already there, as I am allergic to eggs...
Oh, yes, Xmas.... My dear friend and former colleague thinks I am going to have a wonderful one this year. Because I was ALWAYS the one to say, hey, I'll take those shifts, you have family, and mine are far away... And I got St. Stephan's off, and invited people to dinner.
Well Mr. Scrooge here says, 'Just FUCK it. Christmas my arse... Just another excuse to gouge the whites out of your eyes. Fuck Christmas.'
Oh, NH made the news again... Normally it is just the primaries...
ALL the foreign news stations carried the story. Ice storms in New Hampshire.
Power outages. Creepy video clips....
Then I got a mail from my favorite people. 2+1/2 days without electricity.
The images were powerful, as only the MSM can do. But I got worried.... No elecricity, no heat, etc....
My Dad hadn't mailed me for several days, so I thought... oh. Ice storms. uh-huh.....
So I called him, and it worked. He wasn't hit by it.... At ninety two he is just glad that he doesn't have to drive, and seemingly, his other neighbors look after him.
My brother wasn't so lucky.
Sometimes there is justice in the world.
I related it to a friend, and she said, 'That sounds like Schadenfreude in your voice.' And indeed, it was. What goes around, comes around....
We spoke for a long time about his parents, my paternal grandparents, and that was very intetresting... in relation to the Great Depression, which he lived through, and I knew things about them that they never told him.
My grandfather was very passionate about politics. My grandmother was quiet, but she didn't take any shit.
Seemingly, she just went out and Did things. She took my father and his sister out on a strike march in Massachusetts with her son and daughter, and the fucking horse-ridden police tried to trample them down.
Like Dickens, I learned to be very upset about injustice, and I never heard that story till I was seventeen years old. And learned to see them in a wholly different light.
A friend of mine was doing research of people who worked in the mills, and my Grandma said, ok, and I so wish he had kept that tape. My friend was doing it for a high-flown professor, and
she used nothing of it in her book. But he told me it was one of the very best interviews he did for that one, and regrets not to have a copy for me to remember....
It was a Mill town I grew up in. Bricks, and dirt, and coal dust from the trains across the street.
A dying town since the Deprssion. And a despairing town....
And I believed I could lift myself up from that. The American Dream, that someone thought up as a fairy tale.
But it was racist. And homophobic. And politicians were just rolling the dice to see who gets what....
So I left.
And you know what? I am so glad that I did. Things here are horrible, but we can thank you all for making it so...
Fucking greed.
Is like spitting in the face of my grandparents, and what they tried to acheive...
Inclusive?
Who the fuck HELL are you jerking around here?????
I no longer believe a single word....
Well, am back home....
And got Lazarus McWheezy up and on-line...
You do NOT wish to know.
He sounds so fucking horrible, I expect him to explode and the house will fall in and kill me like the wicked witch of the West.
But am afraid to turn him off over the coming days. Lest he fully go away....
It is gonna be intresting, that is for sure...
For one thing, LM loads slow. You want to take a look at a graphics-intensive site? Well enter the address, and take a long walk. And it is a dsl connection. Wif my infant in the infirmary, one click, everything immediately there. It is going to be Christmas for the deprived, am afraid.
And I can*t even console myself with the tee-vee. The horriday program is terrible, as usual...
I guess I got coal in my stocking, early. And as per usual...
Never rains but it pours, hey....
I wanted to turn on my new notebook this afternoon, and NOTHING. Although the electrical plug was showing green, as it should. Turns out the socket is broken, and I have not the slightest idea how it happened.
Whatever, looks like I won't have a functioning pc till the New Year and can pay two hundred Euros for the repair, because that isn't covered in the guarantee.
For that reason, am going to post my reserved post-modern deconstructive holiday greetings now. Glad I took the photos in time, someone made the people who put it up take it away... So they put up a tree.... without ornaments. And to top it off, Blogger doesn't want to upload my photo. It is of a robot with a neon sign over its' head reading 'Merry Xmas'.
Fun.
SHAME! I have seldom been so disgusted.
http://crooksandliars.com/david-neiwert/katrinas-wake-white-neighborhood-mil
You go look at this link and TELL me ONE THING that can explain this behaviour.
Shame on you all!
Oh, yeah, I was the 'drama queen' when all this was happening, but I didn't know about those fucktards, and how horrible they could be.
WHY hasn't anyone done anything about this? WHY aren't those fuckers in jail? Why aren't they already getting the death penalty?
There is so much that went wrong there, but this? It was bad enough that almost everyone in the country turned their backs on reality, but this?
I am off the charts for outraged, and have been for a long time.
So go LOOK at these throwbacks to some delusional behaviour.
What sort of country just lets things like this go? Because they are White, and think they own their turf?
Just go look at that video, and read the article linked to the title, and then TELL ME... What the fuck sort of country ARE you nowadays? Something diabolical? We KNOW what you do abroad, and we KNOW you are corrupt to the point of being absolutely disgusting....
So you tell me.... what the Fuck do you stand for? I would love to know.....
I have been carrying this around inside me for some days now...
It has to do with a neighbor. Yes the foreign legion guy.
He called me up and asked me to help him with a problem on his pc.
So I went over.....
But it wasn't about anything he ever wanted....
It was about a stick, and external drive. And he wanted me to look through it because the thirteen year old daughter of his new girlfriend got abused by her father.
Her child showed her stuff on the stick what she and her dad did, and the mother was a total wreck.
And I said, hey, this is NOT my expertise.
Whatever, I called it up. It looked harmless. Someone playing a computer game and saving levels. But if you clicked on the saved game files, there were sub-files. And more. It was disgusting.
No, am not going on with the gory details.
I like to think of people as being basically 'goood'. What I saw was so evil, I puked.
Am not so naive or stupid, I know that that happens, but when it is happening to someone you know... it is frightening.
'
Whatever, I said, 'take this to the State Attorney' and let them look. I can't deal with this.
And then I threw up.
I use the Internets for info. Others use it for nefarious things that I had never imagined.
It was so disgusting I can't digest it....
Ok, what were they THINKIING? Just SLAP us in the face once again, hey, like we really NEED it.
If the Obama people REALLY wanted to get everybody in the GLBT commutiy to alienate us to him, they did the trick with asking a fucking homophobic asshole to give the invocation at his inauguragtion.
Rick Warren... a flaming idjit, homophobe, total asshole, and he is gonna do the invocation.
And what does that idiot say, 'I thought it would bring people together.'
Right.
Is the man totally clueless, or stupid, or WHAT?
Rick Warren, the guy who spearheaded Propstion 8. Is gonna bring us together.
Uh-HUH.
Well, at least we know where we stand in their estimation, and I would even prefer BUSH to that! Not even to mention Clinton's fucking 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.'
Is stupidity a new sort of fence to get over to get a job over there?
I would so VERY much like to know...
Watch out Nh-erites!
You'll probably have read this, but watch out anyway. The fucking UL may still be the only daily paper you have in the state....
I always KNEW IT!
I NEVER, in fifteen years of being on the net, I NEVER trusted Microsoft Explorer.
And always used other browsers.
And what does the AP come up with on the Yahoo entry page? THIS. Thank you Bill Gates, you are a wonder for us all...
ohhh... the things you find on the internets...
Someone has an acid tongue, or fingers that spew while writing....
And I thought I was sarcastic.....
Click on the title and find the person you love to hate. It being Advent, and all. You will laugh, promise....
Now where did I put those eye drops?????
Adventures in Vista-Vision IV finding words...
There was a funny diary today about shoes on Kos, and it is gone now. I should have marked it for use, the entries disappear so quickly there... In it, one of the misuses of shoes was in France during a strike, and the French would place their sabots, (wooden shoes) behind train wheels to hinder them. From whence comes the word sabotage... So, you can still really learn something new every day...
The word of the day out on the 'nets was 'Ponzi scheme'. That term popped up all over the place, till I said, 'Whaaa??? Why don't I know this term?' Wikipedia is our friend, so that is how I learned about Charles Ponzi. Judging from the daguerrotype, I have no idea why anyone would have trusted him, but so it goes....
So, you see, the Internets aren't purely evil....
You do not throw shoes at a presidink......
How hilarious.
I happened to be on-line, when this 'momentuous' moment occurred.
Considering that what he said is the worst thing you can say about anyone in that part of the world, good on him.
He should be presented as hero, and not imprisoned. But what the fuck to I know....
But I thought it was wonderful....
AND WHY weren't the Sneakret Service protecting the Presidink.....? Just break and not go to his 'rescue'? Questions, questiions...
Not that I care.
You get what you PAY for, Rod Blajogevic....
Now there is a nice piece of goods....
Not.
Oh, he is a barstard, all right.
But the THING is, he is going to be the scapegoat for the other one's CRIMES.
Big time.
What a wonderful solution to a dilemma.
just when you think you have no more old friends...
they turn up...
That is so nice....
Per Christmas card, with a long, long message.
Heartfelt, and honest.
What more could you ask for----
That is my Christmas present.....
It is more that I would have hoped for.
Life is so 'odd'.
And no, he is totally, TOTALLY hetero. Which made it even more valuable to me.
Thank you, B.
It meant much.....
now why doesn't this surprise me....
Newspapers going bankrupt....
I haven't bought a newspaper in decades. Old, stale, they all look like Faux news on the titles if you even NOTICE them while waiting in line at the supermarket....
Journamalism died. Period. If I want to go to a movie? I can get the starting times on the internet. Something crass happening? I can see it on the tee-vee. Newspapers so missed the boat, mis-recognised what was coming, it is pathetic.
When the bloody NY Times takes out a mortgage on its' building... well, sign of the times, and it isn't gonna work....
You would think, that if you all spoke the same language, there wouldn't be a problem...
WRONG.... äääääh!
I was over at Peter's this morning, and there was a repeat of the second half of the brilliant Michael Mittermeier's program, Safari. He covers God and the world in it, and is scathingly funny. He is a Kabarettist, or better said, in English, a stand-up comedian. Imagine a twelve year old mind caught in a forty year old body on a chocolate overdose. You got it. Hyper.
One tiny bit of it was aimed at us Austrians. He maintains we speak 'Porno'. Seems the first time he was in Austria, he went to a café, and this voluptuous waitress comes up and asks, 'Möchten Sie einen Verlängerten?' I know, I know, that doesn't translate. It means, do you want -not an espresso--but a stretched version, a bit weakened. But he gets all revved up, and takes 'stretched' for totally something else. He had me nearly fall off the chair laughing.
So yeah, we talk Porno even if we don't know it. But it gets worse. We can't communicate from one region to another, that is how fucked up our language is. Really.
When Peter first left Graz, he went to Hamburg. And was in a bakery, wanted some breakfast. Ok, in English, bread roll is a bread roll, right? In Austria, the name is Semmel. So he asked for two. And she said, 'WHAA? What the hell do you want?' So he pointed. 'Oh, you want Brötchen.' Uh-huh.
But it gets worse. It is inter-regional. I was in a bakery in Vienna, and I have a brain fart about what I asked for, but the lady was completely off the charts. 'What? What do you want?' (It was a Styrian word, as I remember....) So I had to point and say, 'THAT thing, right there!' Oh.
Languages can lead to much unwanted hilarity in your life, I guess. Even if you are supposedly speaking the same language, or believe you are.
It is sort of like Torpedoes, or submarine sandwiches, or heros, and such. Depending on where you are.
Language... can be a bitch. But am glad we talk Porno....
Update: I just got feedback from my father. He gleefully told me about a fellow serviceman in WWII and they were in Australia. And the guy asked for a 'napkin'. Harmless, right? The waitress was insulted. For her, he had asked for a tampon. And he nudged him and said, 'What you want is a 'serviette'. See what I mean? Language.... It isn't always what it seems....
I thought that fucking BITCH had her jaw wired shut!
The Stupid.... You can't run away, you can't resist. It will GET you....
Governor Blagojevich.....
Of Ill in noise made big time news here in Europe.
SOMEONE is steering the news. What is it to us?
And they go and compare it to Al Capone?
Tools, bastards, and other people of their ilk.
Some days you could just BARF....
Adventures in Vista-vision III
Oh boy....
I FINALLY found out how to deactivate the fingerprint key to let you allow you to boot the computer. Have mostly let it run....
The finger dance. Aggravating? No words to describe it. I tried and tried. To no avail. Last nite, 'It' decided to go rogue, pick up an update, and fucking closed my machine, and re-started. And there I was at six in the morning, doing the finger dance. And only one time in ten, it fucking RECOGNISES my finger, the bastard...
It was like 2001 A Space Oddesy.... Sort of....
And THEN I deactivated HAL.
Oooo, that was nice, hey....
One small step for mankind....
Can someone STOP the stupid?
Oh wow, they just wanna get him.
And no, it is not surprising.
But if you stop for a moment, and think, the president-elect is hardly going to get into that slime that is going on in Illinois.
After winning an election, Obama might have been obliquely involved in selling his Senate seat? You don't play for those high stakes and blow it so stupidly, and he is certainly not stupid.
So ok, the Dem governor of Ill-in-noise gets caught for some really creepy corrupt things he did, and had to spend a night in the hoosegow. Compared to the Republican crimes over the last eight years, they should give him a slap on the wrist and kick his ass out. And the Repugs didn't even get THAT. They got rewarded. AWW, ain't life grand?
So we got a rotten apple, and the pack smells blood. And the Village attack dogs, aka the MSM, go after Obama. Right. I have always said they are jackals. And always for the corporations. So this is a taste of what is coming... in a big way.
I got a huge chuckle out of it, however. The stenographs couldn't even pronounce the man's name correctly. As Atrios at Eshaton calls it: Journamalism. Jan 20 can't come too fast.
Just sayin'.
And new stuff here
Are you out of your MINDS?
Based on the dawn.. am willing to bet
We'll have snow by noontime. This is what the dawn looked like at 7:15. Pretty, but always a harbinger of bad weather. We shall see....
Doesn't anyone really read the Bible any more?
Someone on Kos was amazed to learn. How very nice for them. I still wouldn't want to get married.... Link in the title.
Why the fuck is everyone going ballistic on Caroline Kennedy?
There are more links, but am tired.
Ok, she wants Hillary's Senate seat if the Shill takes SoS. And they SAY she has no 'experience', can't 'work the crowds', was always reticent.... Riiiigghht.
Well, if i had to go through what she experienced in her life, I would be reticent as well.
But from what I hear, she is an accomplished lawyer.
And from the few interviews I have seen, she is very intelligent, astute, has a dry but very firm grasp on what is going on, and, I think, would make a brilliant senator.
What the Fuck do the net-roots WANT, hey?
Jane Hamsher has been really sticking in my craw lately. I want what she wants, but this one smacks of Stutenbissigkeit. (Mares biting one another in the stalls, horse talk in German. It is a good word...)
And John Amato, and Josh Marshall follow the lead, and send out the meme.
We don't KNOW what Caroline Kennedy would want to do. Why the Fuck jump on her before she opens her mouf? Or is that so hard? Sabbering at the mouth, wanting to take her down for 'whatever'? And they all say they don't know anything bad about her. WTF? What is going ON here?
And to hear Dynasty talk from the left after other 'Dynasties' have nearly ruined the world... well that is so shallow....
Nee, wissen'S, nee...
Forget it.
Psycho Santa
Oh yes, it was a lovely Nicolo out on the square. Saint Nick appeared at the market, only he was a BLUFF. He's been around here as long if not longer than I have, comes from the Middle East somewhere, and is bat-shit crazy. Have run into him several times in my life. Spend eight weeks lying in hospital with that guy coming in to sell newspapers and you can go bonkers yourself. Not too many light bulbs in the chandelier... But it was a nice day anyway.
I bought a cake for the tyke next door, and left it and rang the bell and scrammed. My neighbor caught me however, and said Nicolo had already been there. My first thought was to say he has Alzheimer's and forgot. But I settled for, 'That's because she was so good this year.' (Lame, so lame...) Whatever, I think A. liked the cake, so that was the main thing.
Well, lost several chances... but Redeye, eww
Came out of the Krampus run unscathed, so I guess I was good. It was pouring rain, and trying to juggle an umbrella and shoot photos was the pits. So most of them weren't good.
I only saw two kids get hit, and they were older teens and fresh, so that was ok. The young ones had fun. Breaking the barriers and trying to sneak up on them, and then running away screaming bloody murder, but it was of the fun kind.
And my neighbor's daughter just came in when I was going out, and saw her first Christmas Market. She just began talking this year. And waiting for Nicolo tomorrow. She said.... They did not take her to the Krampus thing, and rightly so. How could people do stuff like that?
This is for my favorite people in NH
Atrios at Eschaton thinks this is the best video EVER made, you guys. It brought back some memories of sitting with you in the Raimund Theater, in Vienna, watching the Polanski version of the 'Fearless Vampire Killers' as musical, and the song was a centerpiece of it. It IS a good video, and all. But seeing it in that setting was over the top. And seeing Steve Barton from Long Island had me in paroxysms of envy, in the main role of the head vampire. His diction was so perfect I cringed about my own. The Vienna production was perfect. New York was a disaster of enormous proportions. Because Steve Barton was supposed to re-create the role on Broadway, and died of a heart attack in a recording studio in Germany shortly before rehearsals were to begin. And then Michael Crawford ruined it, and it went belly-up in one week. Or so.
So, D and L... the video was interesting for its' time... but we all three know it got better.
And this is my early St. Nick's present for you. It made me remember. Hope you like it.
I would have ended this differently....
And yes, it is amazing what you can do with computers nowadays. But to use Bolero.... I would have cut it so that amazing crescendo in the music ends with Dumbya. And yes, I know, we all need some hope.... I just would have done it differently.... Still, worth the four minutes, and beautifully done.
Uh-oh, he's a day early. Foreboding, oh yes...
And made me unsteady. But tomorrow, will take some Baldrian and try to get some good photos. It's Krampus, after all....
This was just a mime getting people in the mood...
Oh, now this is a NICE link....
We always knew they wanted to kill us. Or rape us. Or both. But now we know for sure. Now I KNOW why Michalangelo Signorile jumped up on a column in a NY Cathedral, pointed at Ratzi and screamed, 'YOU are the Anntichrist!'
Someone should have listened....
Just when you think you are ushering the Last year of a bad decade...
It gets worse. Have had headaches for days, can't eat much, feel dizzy often. And depressed.
Woke up early this morning, and was so blah I went right back to bed. Made myself a bit of lunch, came back home, and am going back to bed. Wheeeee....
Wasn't planning on doing much Advent things this year and will not, actually. Not in the mood. But the tree in the photo is decorated in local fashion, and all the ornaments are made of straw. Thought it might interest someone.
I MUST do a lot of things tomorrow....
Just to make sure it doesn't FEEL like my birfday. 59 and shot out on the street like garbage. That was this past year. And to tell the truth... I don't feel so well, physically.
Or even mentally, sometimes. It comes out in odd ways. If I am watching what passes for 'news' these days. On the tee-vee, I mean... I would like to throw a brick at it and yell 'Shut the FUCK UP! (you silly cow or asshole, whoever is bloviating....)
I got tired somewhere along the line, and cynical.
That is not always a good thing to be.
Whatever.... was just over at my neighbor's for HIS stuff. The chinese ladies, who can charm you like at the market in Marrakesh with those guys doing cobras. And he wanted me to burn some tracks for him on a dvd. Uh-HUH.... I've been telling him that Vista is iffy at the very least, and couldn't find the right programme, so he was miffed.
I'm still learning how to TAME this fucking beast...
He didn't get it.... of course.
And this is how the fucking DAY looked:
That is not always a good thing to be.
Whatever.... was just over at my neighbor's for HIS stuff. The chinese ladies, who can charm you like at the market in Marrakesh with those guys doing cobras. And he wanted me to burn some tracks for him on a dvd. Uh-HUH.... I've been telling him that Vista is iffy at the very least, and couldn't find the right programme, so he was miffed.
I'm still learning how to TAME this fucking beast...
He didn't get it.... of course.
And this is how the fucking DAY looked:
And oh yes, I used the WRONG finger....
Because this new pc has a security thing, and we ALL know how important that is.... Well, am not about to schlepp my thing around and add another few kilos to what I normally carry around, but I thought the feature was cool. Except it is not.
Oh no, it is not.
In order to boot the pc, you have to do a finger swipe. And then it recognises your finger, see? And then it boots.
Maybe.
BUT... and there is always a BUT...
It depends on HOW you swipe it, so it doesn't always recognise your finger, see? So you can spend a half hour tickling the little sensor, and all you get is 'X' Nope, don't know you... And you are sitting there yelling, 'But it is MY FINGER, damn it, gol ram it! Are you stoopid, or WHAT?' (That is the abbreviated version....)
Good, if you are in a business where you have to lug it around all the time, I can see that it is a security thing. Mine mostly sits at home. But I thought it was 'cool'. Riiiggghhhht..
And the next thing was, that when I was installing it, it never asked me for a password in case it failed. So I get three tries, and then it asks me for a password I never entered. And Vista is so awful, I keep getting hung up on the sensor, and fondling it like a teenager on his first date at a drive-in movie in the car his parents lent him. This is a BAD feeling, btw....
Because you do not know what you are DOING.
('What's the magic finger move, hey?')
AAANND... I used the wrong finger. The one that can get damaged if I am cooking. You can guess....
Advenvtures in Vista-vision II
I fucking HATE Microshit at this point....
On crack cocaine, I knew it.....
I hates, them, Preciousses. NEVER has anyone developed anything so dastardly than Vista.
My brand new computer crashed TWICE today. I was trying to organise some music I downloaded from a neighbor? CRASH! and I lost it all. It just kept replifying till I suddenly had 14 Gigabytes of the same music. Super.... not. It was just a drag and drop operation, and getting rid of doubles.... you would think.
Then I was organising some other stuff... And the screen went black, and all that was left was the calendar and the clock on the right hand side of the screen.
And I couldn't go backward or forward with the damned thing.
So I turned it off.... and it kept coming BACK, just like Dracula.
I was turning the air blue with dreadful curses....
Obviously, I got it back up, the fool thing....
And I have to take my new baby to the clinic tomorrow. Obviously. As he isn't functioning correctly.... Gawwd...
Probably measles. Or chicken pox.... Hopefully not scarlet fever....
That is gallow humour, btw....
Being ripped off in this manner really pisses me off!
It's not like I can go out and buy one every day, you know?
This can be funny.... or not.....
I spoke with my father this evening....
Per instant messanger, ooohhh.. He looks wonderful for his age. Nope not gonna tell, but he is young in his head.
I hope that happens to me......
So why the FUCK do I get so upset, huh?
He had his cam on and I still can't activate mine.... Whatever. It was wonderful to see him.
I was sort of snarky, and made him laugh.
And that was nice. Especially to see his immediate reaction on the screen...
But when it comes to the important things at this moment..... like gay rights, or the MILK film, or things that interes me..... well I used to do oysters, and opening them is such a trial, you can go bullshit batshit crazy if you don't have the utensils......
He turns his head away, and tries to thing of something else, looked like....
And changed the subject. We talked about EVERYTHING else, but boy, THAT?
I can understand that he is of an age where 'you just don't talk about IT.' But am his son. And love him. And that was difficult.... forever.
I know he accepts me. Mostly.
But never will fully....
That is pretty sad when you get pushing sixty.
And no, I don't expect miracles......
Just some respect, and he does, mostly.....
How many times can you reach out and be hurt?
I expect many people know....
And the others will never know what they wrought.
Ugh... I bloody HATE winter
Walked out the door this morning to see this outside my door. And notice how lousy they are at clearing the walks in the park on the way to Peter's house. You need spikes.
(sigh) Much too early. And am in one of my 'I didn't come 4000 miles for this moods... Go figure...
Is THIS the War on Christmas?
Black Friday never used to exist when I lived in the States. But all I can think of is the Seventies film, 'They Shoot Horses, Don't They?' It was about the Depression, and marathon dances, and everything rigged against the contestants. How pitiful IS it when people get trampled to death, suffer miscarriages, just to get hold of some 'brass ring'? My gawwd, how fucking pitiful. Link in the title.....
Attaturk has a lot more to say! Wow.
Oh.My.Gawwd
Chris 'Tweety' Man-Love Matthews of Hardball is going to run for Senate? Words fail.... This is going to give me nightmares for months.
Ok, now I can be thankful
I just saw two youtube vids of what the Obamas are doing. Sure it's a video op, photo op, etc.
But it wasn't hoked up.
Whatever, after going out and giving the poor food to eat for Thanksgiving, seemingly there was a school across the way, and he did a spontaneous visit to grade schoolers. He was so loose and relaxed with them, it was moving to watch.
I guess I have a thin skin nowadays, because tears just kept running silently down my cheeks. How wonderful.
So yes. I want to see the shit go away where my step-sister got called on the carpet at school and had to hear 'I don't know how to react to you, because sometimes you act like a white person, and sometimes like a Black'.
And after all the regimes of the last decades, the audacity, the courage to go out in front of thousands of people is overwhelming to me.
I never thought I would see that again. EVER.
So am thankful.
Can we get back to normal now?
Happy Gorge Day...
Thanksgiving lost it's charm for me seven years ago, as some know....
I spent mine making a little soup, and surfing news.
And listening to a little Brian Ferry, whom a neighbor of mine turned me on to this summer.....
Long story. But I like the music.
My upper wisdom tooth fell out two days ago, and the place where it was is tender. So soup is good......
And I sometimes wonder.... when am I going to relax and not crunch my teeth in my sleep?
Oh well, everyone is concentrating on family, and turkey, and India is seemingly in turmoil. Pass the cranberry sauce....
Update: read so many horror stories about that yesterday and today.... awful. My favorite was from an ex-pat Ami who for the past few years has told his Rethug family that he can't be there because he is on a no-fly list, even though he isn't. Black sheep of the family, you know.... Loved it.
Adventures in Vista-vision.... not
Am having a bad day. As much as I try, I can't get my built-in cam to work, so I went out and bought an external cam. Oooo. Vista crashed twice, and I was so stoopid, I had thought it neat when I was setting the verflixte computer up, I activated a thing that only lets you start it if you get a fingerprint id. So you swipe your finger over a sensor and it starts. YOU Think! So there I was fondling the bloody sensor like a high school kid who got to touch a first nipple not his own.
Yes, I know, eeeewwww...
And the bloody thing didn't LIKE my finger. It wasn't even the middle one....
And I thought it had been installed, but it told me to do it again... and again...
Drove me fucking bat-shit crazy.
I've rarely been so disappointed with anything I paid so MUCH for. I could just spit.
Can't wait to see what other surprises Vista has in store for me. Way to go, Microshit. Get off the crack-cocaine, hey, and do something good for a change.
Sometimes Christmas presents come early...
The lady with the adam's apple we all love to hate broke her jaw and got her Mouf wired shut.
This is the definition of Schadenfreude.
I was so sick of the hate being spewed out of her 'JAWS'. And the people who enabled her. May she have a long recovery, and read something that changes her world-view. And I guess am not alone in my reaction, after reading the initial reactions. Link in the title.
Oh, puleez!!! News? I think not....
The US telecoms spied on Tony Blair. I thought hokay....
WHEN the fuck is the WORLD gonna get a fucking grip on themselves and realise that they' ve been doing it for fucking DECADES?
Is it a generational thing and everyone goes surprised????
WHAT?
You will have to excuse am PTD... post testosterone deprived. It happens, believe me.
The Kids are all right... yup...
This just came up in Americablog, and about Prop 8. Yale University students putting a very logical spin to it. This was a very good thing. Link in the title.
Sometimes life imitates art.....
And I do NOT know if this is supposed to be a parody. Seemingly NOT.
And it fucking freaks me out and is all over the nets.
It is lifted from a Hollywood film, you see, a cult one. Donnie Darko. He gets into a parallel universe. And there is this pederast teacher, Patrick Swazy plays him creepily, who is sort of a guru, and help person. And in the film, the kids are watching the testimonials to him, on a video before beginning the course.
I would put my hand in a fire if that isn't the EXACT SAME weird thing in Donnie Darko. It made my non-existant hairs stand up on end and gave me the shivers.
Okay, I LIKE sci-fi. But this is really the pits. 'Thank you, Sarah Palin!' And whoever made this piece of shit should get his ass sued off for everything he or she has. The author got ripped off in the worst possible way.
It is so creepy, you want to crawl in a hole.
And I got it from my esteemed TRex Am not sure whether he ever saw the film, but it is something else. And not the first time he has referenced the film, so I think maybe he did. But this is DEFiNITELY frightening for me.
This is so skin-crawling creepy, you want to go under the bed.
And probably will.... for today.
Sometimes the intertubes cheer me immensely...
I got the link to this at Crooks and Liars, and hadn't heard of a duo named Paul and Storm before. But the reference to a pay-for-view nun fight made me curious, of course. It had me in hysterics.
Enjoy the fun....
Today is the first day of the week before Advent....
and there is trouble in Paradise.
What might have been a family....
Oh well, for a couple of days now, off the charts for disharmony.
And hysteria.
I didn't know that women can be so shrill. If they go into rage mode... oh gawwd, am glad I am gay. Oh.... was an unwilling 'ear witness' and about to go out and try to fix things. Uh-uh.
Sad...
Merry fucking Christmas in advance
Update: Oh.... and there is what seems to have been a new LED tee-vee in the courtyard, and glass shards. Broken... Eeeewwww...
This summed it up, Was thinking about it. Only I thought it would be sappy after so long...
It is exactly, absolutely exactly how I experienced that. The shock, the fear, and man did they put the fear into us. Jeebus, 45 years... Only I was in fifth grade. But it was the same. Probably the only difference was that I saw him personally, and experienced the hope. It was tremendous. And a lot more died that day.....
And the world went sad.....
The link is in the title.
My tee-vee just showed me something I have a hard time with.
Which is why I rarely turn it on. Cam footage of some young man who commits suicide in a chat room, and no one intervened.
That is so fucking sad, you could just jump out of winder yourself.
'They thought it was a hoax.' Uh-huh....
I was so disgusted, I nearly threw up.
Then I turned the fucking thing OFF.
Nice world we live in....
And because we all have nothing BETTER to do...
The General found out via a bot quiz that he isn't 110% heterosexual and manly. This upset him muchly. I always have wanted to emulate this wonderful man, so I took my computer to the cellar, oiled myself up and put on some gladiator oriented clothing and looked fiercely into the mirror. ( Yes, I have a full length mirror down there so I can grimace into it to make myself brave while typing and fighting the division wars on the keyboard. I didn't bring the Cheetos... it would have messed up the goo.) And then I took a deep breath and followed the link, and bravely typed in the name of my blog.
You can see the results here. Now I know I will never achieve his greatness and manliness. I'm FIVE points behind!!!! And he is the ultimate, as we all know, and have come to appreciate. I'm so ashamed.... I guess I will have to work on myself. Now to get back to the Cheetos.....
Update: James Wolcott of Vanity Fair is MACHO. Be still, my beating heart. Oooooo....
The world is going to wrack and ruin... but we get all joyous over puppy cam.... shoot me
the link is in the title, and 15 thousand plus people had nothing better to do than watch the critters. At 3:30 in the a.m. Uh-HUH.... And seemingly the site went viral, everyone cooed and slobbered, and... I could just throw up. I'd rather see Palin bloviating in front of turkeys being slaughtered. That was at least ironic, even if she didn't know it.
And this is funny as well....
If the Mormons have a thing about 'converting' dead Holocaust victims, well, after being totally fucked over by them and their ilk, why shouldn't WE convert dead straight people as having been gay. As if we didn't have anything ELSE to do....
Link in the title.
And you can't make this shit up.....
Sarah Palin pardons a turkey while others are being slaughtered right in camera range. Sick.
Happy Thanksgiving.... Remind me never to fly to Alaska. Link in the title.
Just to get the bad taste out of my mouth....
Two weeks ago they started putting up the Advent stuff on the main square. It gets earlier and earlier. And the tree is shit again.
But wtf, it is Advent, right?
As if there were anything to spend.. Right.
Cheerful, cheerful, merry merry.... fuck it. As my grandfather used to say....
Now that I have thrown up... I feel a little better. And I HATE throwing up.
Yes, it was one of those days. The ones you feel like you are in a living nightmare designed by Steven King and Salvidor Dali, you know the film where someone gets a knife in the eye.80
Yeah, it sort of felt like that.
I spent all morning dealing with social workers, fucked up idiots who do not do the right thing, and a Bosnian Serb whom I hate to death.
That is the equivalent of drinking a whole bottle of Absolut Vodka, 80 per cent, and waking up somewhere you had never been before.
(And no, am not about to do it... again. Just sayin, it is the equivalent of.... Isn't it nice to have an 80 per-cent memory?????)
As it was, just came home and threw up. Nothing new.
Today, I was looked at sort of oddly. Because of my fear of flying.
No, I do longer like to fly in a jet. Or anything.
Flying nowadays fucking petrifies me. But it wasn't always like that.
So am not a wuss.
When I was young, I LOVED flying. Which is why I joined the Civil Air Patrol. Twice a year, they took you flying. In C-42's if I remember correctly. A cargo plane with two doors in the back near the tail, and stretchers to sit on on the sides. And you got a parachute. And a lecture.
'That THING on your pack is a parachute. If anything should happen, one bell will ring, and you WILL bend over and put your head between your legs. (yawn) If TWO bells ring, you will proceed to the doors in back, which will be open, and WAIT for your commanding officer to count to three. Whereupon you will STEP off the plane like stepping off a step. Got it? NOW, when you step off, you will count to three. Not onetwothree. Slowly. Otherwise it will open too soon and you will get caught in the tail of the plane, and go down with it. SLOWLY. And THEN you will pull the handle on the left side of you and the parachute will open. GOT it? If it doesn't open, not to worry, we will give you a new one when you hit the ground. As to landing: you let yourself go limp, and roll. If you do not, you will ram your leg bones right through your head. So let's get on with it.'
Man, I wanted to jump. And my best friend at that time wanted to try it too. And we figured out that those planes were such turkeys, the SECOND flight was the one where we might be able to have our chance. Mostly one of the engines caught fire, and we had to assume the position and land with the fire engines chasing us down the runway.
But ONE day, another engine caught fire... we got two bells. Oh joy. I was first at the door. It was open, and we were over Massachusetts, somewhere. It was so surreal looking at all the tiny boxes down there. I was so READY and overjoyed, and the count started, 'One... Two...' And then the fucking bell rang again and we were forced to go back to the benches and put our heads between our legs, with the fire engines chasing us down the run-way. Man, was I pissed off.
So no, am not a wuss.
My fear of flying came from a charter flight that was from Austria to New York, and then Delta to Manchester in 1973. Teh horror.... It was one of the newer planes with the jet engines near the tail. The pilot made everyone come up front before take off. For balance, he said, because the plane wasn't full. And that we would crash otherwise. And then there was a long time circling over Switzerland, because he said we would otherwise collide with another plane. And after ten hours of having to take that sadistic asshole's comments, we had to circle New York with the same threats. And I would have chalked it up to the sadistic asshole flying the plane, and not thought much about it.
Other than to remind myself never to fly charter again.
But then came DELTA. To NH. With a stop in the middle. When it took off, one of the engines backfired, and I knew from my time in CAP that we were in trouble. The weather had been calm, but we were bouncing around like waste on the seaside. THAT was when I learned to be afraid of flying. We landed very roughly somewhere in Massachusetts. I wanted to get off, but hadn't any money to even take a bus left. So I stayed on. The second leg was so bad... well, I never saw stewardesses turn a peculiar shade of green before. But we got to the destination, obviously, and I wanted to kiss the ground. After the plane having hop-scotched across the runway three times in landing.
Next day I saw that that same plane crashed in Boston, killing eighty-some-odd people.
And SINCE then, Preciousses... flying frightens me to death.
Oh, I have flown, several trans-atlantic flights. But I hardly think I would do it again. The last one was the pits. Even on Lufthansa, and they used to be wonderful. And even let myself be talked into flying Alitalia to Sicily via Rome. The cockpit had just a curtain between the first class and the pilot. ooo. That was before 9/11, but way after terrorist things were happening there.
So, 'wha HAPPENED?, huh?'
No, I don't think I'm a wuss.
But it got so bad, that I grab the arm-rests and am fully of the belief that my will is the only thing holding it up in the air.
And YES, I know better....
What happened to the kid who would have been HAPPY to jump out a plane with a parachute, hey?
I guess we just get old and skeered.
Just when you think you are ok, you are so NOT
Have just been through one of the most trying days of my life.
Dealing with social service people, and Bosnian Serbs, and worrying so much about what I should be doing, that I got emotionally flattened. And there are those who would say, 'Told'ja.' And for all the worrying and concerns I have, I had to learn I am DUMB. Or not thinking very well these days...
Which means I am still off the charts for 'reeling'. Oh yes, Preciousses.... Reeling.
Whatever ELSE reaction can you have when you put in fourteen months work jousting at windmills, finally find the real dragon, have it on the ground, and Sancho Panza trips your horse just before you finally hit one?
Some things are so unsettling, I just do not know what to do.
Where are my Proposition 8 rights? Because I know somebody who belongs in a home. Because I can't do it any more. Because it is draining me of any energy I used to have, and I'm not a fucking Duracell battery.
Re-charge, anyone?
Am under the weather....
So am not really up to being half-way rational.
Tomorrow is going to be the pits.
Last nite I was sleeping, and so tensed, I clenched. Again. So hard that I broke off a part of my back right side wisdom toof.
So I was up all night.
You can't imagine how painful that can be and it isn't the first time it has happened. If I go into stress, I clench. Hard enough to wake up yelling.
And I didn't have a pill or anything in the house to make it STOP.
And with all the rest of the stuff ahead of me this week... well, I just didn't have the heart to go and get involved.
The news that Peter's paternal grandfather is coming here after never having recognised him after all his life really set me off.
What is the motive? Does he want to set himself right with God, whoever she is?
It upset me.
And then I grind my teeth to powder.
And there is so much other stuff, and MY stuff... I went comatose.
Gawwd, it is only 4 pm and it is getting dark. I hate November and December in this latitude, longitude. Depressing.
For those of you who don't visit Annti's Site...
and you really SHOULD, I just introduced someone you should see. A very successful lady from Massachusetts. Gayle Tufts. She married a man from Bremen, and is a stand-up comedienne, singer, and can be wildly funny. After seeing her on German tee-vee this morning, I thought it would be nice to show you this remarkably talented woman. One of her cracks today was that Gayle is a Gaelic name, and the Germans don't know how to pronounce it, and it usually comes out 'Geil', which means 'hot' or 'horny', depending upon how you mean it.
She has lived in Germany for 17 years now, and invented 'Dinglisch', a wild mix of US English and Deutsch. So take a look at this wonder-werk, to use Dinglisch, and I think you will get it. And she talks like that in real life, I have heard, btw. It's about how she loves the German language, and especially the diminuitives, and especially the word 'treasure', or better said, 'precious, gives the variations on how that can sound in the development of a relationship, makes fun of the Germans for always complaining when they are abroad that they can't find a decent sort of bread, and then tops it off with an apology song to Germany. That is in English. Mostly. So if you have broadband, or DSL, or whatever the fuck they call it there, meet someone very talented and nice who is a very big success. And I know, it's not really political, but the song is. Enjoy.
And again we are having these reports
Just what IS it with these loser religious nuts?
First you can't receive communion and be a cannibal if you voted for Obama, and now they want to get your car towed away if you have Obama stickers on your car in the church parking lot?
I have heard about melt-downs, but woah! This is ridiculous.
And am not going to apologise for the cannibal crack. What IS it with those people, making you believe you're EATING Jeebus, anyway? I understood the concept, but it always made me want to throw up in my mouth a little....
Mensch, this is gonna be a 'fun' four years.... but probably not if it starts out this way..... Link in the title.
WHY are we still having this discussion with bigots?
Tax the fucking churches. Tax them. As soon as they interfere in normal daily politics.
Because all I got out of them was hate, and seeing the hateful things they do to people who aren't their particular breed of Zombie. The sort I got stuck with gave us a message of hate from the day one. 'Only Catholics go to heaven.'
And I thought, 'WHAA? All my friends are Protestants, so if THAT is the case, I would rather be in hell with them and have a good time.' (When you are eight years old, you aren't exactly logical...)
I guess I was lucky to escape the pederasts, and the twisted types.
The whole organisation, and it IS a business, has a lot to answer for in my book.
All they do is guilt-trip people instead of comforting them, and hold out their hand for money that would better be spent on feeding oneselves.
And now, some ASS wants to forbid those of his congregation to take communion if they voted for Obama?? Will the REAL God come in and help us here, whoever she is?
And the real irony here is that SOME people are gonna have bad feelings if they do it anyway.
I know that too well.
There used to be this 'thing' called separation of church and state.' Well, they have been increasingly bold in breaking it, so make the punishment fit the crime.
Tax them to the max, and tell them to retire to the corner of their cells and meditate on the havoc they create, and then repent.
And make them real beggars again.
End of Sermon
Oh fabjulous joy.... a new pc can be so nice.
When it does what you want....
My Dad at 93 decided to telephone me via Yahoo Messenger. We didn't get the cams working, but we talked for over ninety minutes for nearly nothing.
And that was wonderful.
Sometimes technical things can be grand.
Except he got interrupted with someones at the door. Jehovah Witnesses, or worse, Mormons.
Am not sure...
And he said he lets them in because sometimes he feels lonely and just lets them talk.
And then I told him about HIS father, and what he thought of religion.
Whatever, it upset me.
And I can't go back....
I really hate it when Annti is right....
Just click on the title and watch the vid.
It isn't so much that I am surprised.... Am just speechless that the Mormons wouldn't see through the fact that they were being used. That doesn't make them .... errm very bright in my world, but who knows what they thought. Or what they received for it.
Some days... are irritating....
Have barely made myself familiar with my new pc.... and WHAAAA???
Everything STOPS in the middle of a download, and then the bloody cell phone goes off... Where I get to hear that my phone isn't working, and I thought, 'Bullshit!'
So I pick up the receiver, and there's a dial tone, and said, 'Hey, Alzheimer's is just waiting around the corner, my friend. I have a live connection.' So I wanted to call back to prove he mis-dialled, and... oops. Nada. And the lights in the modem were all wrong. (Yeah, my bed-sitter looks like a fucking airport.... green and red lights all over the place.)
So you know, I did all the geek things.... My modem is a double thing that lets me make a phone call and use the internets at the same time. An ungainly sort of thing.... but ok and functuonal. So you turn it off and wait a few minutes and then turn it on so that it can re-initiate. Nada. Tried again. Absolutely nothing. Then I took out all the USB plugs, and cleaned them, and put them back in where they should go. No.
And thought, ok, it's probably kaputt. Great. Two weeks of going through customer non-service till I get a new one and no internets. I was pissed off. Tried it one last time, juice off, juice on, and it just sat there winking at me like Sarah Palin at a rally.
And I thought, 'Why NOW, with so many other things pending? Gawwwwd.'
So I was doing other things with the pc, and really in a funk, when.... the bloody phone rang. Turns out to have been the post office and the telecom lines. They were off for over two hours.
Just when you think you're a blithering idiot and did something WRONG, and wrecked your computer, turns out it was totally something beyond your control. The pitiful thing is that you always end up blaming yourself before considering that the problem may be somewhere else, and not yours at all....
The gift that keeps on giving....
QUOTE OF THE DAY
{Posted in Quote of the Day, Sarah Palin on November 12th, 2008 by Scott }"My concern has been the atrocities there in Darfur and the relevance to me with that issue as we spoke about Africa and some of the countries there that were kind of the people succumbing to the dictators and the corruption of some collapsed governments on the continent, the relevance was Alaska's investment in Darfur with some of our permanent fund dollars. Never, ever did I talk about, well, gee, is it a country or a continent, I just don't know about this issue."
Sarah Palin — Because I just can't get enough of her and I pray every day that the republicans anoint this crazy, no nothing, flat earth bitch as their standard bearer.
She can spend the next four years taking lessons 24/7 on geopolitics from the best and the brightest and she'll never be able to book learn herself away from her true nature and what she really is at heart — a thug.
Scott really finds the good things....
Whelp, I was fucking warned....
What the hell is going on in the background, that Obama tries to save Joe Lie-berman? Doesn't make sense. Joe the back-stabber is my version of the original Uriah Heep, the Dickens version.
EWWWWW.
What the fuck is he thinking of?
Yes, I know, I did promise to leave Sondheim alone, but how did he anticipate Sarah Palin?
And the media infatuation with her?
Because she's 'Lovely'.
Who woulda thunk it?
Entwarnung.... Orange Alert gone back to green...
Nothing is more disconcerting when you miss a doctor's appointment, and then they call you at home and get on your ass to come in because 'it's important'. Which gave me a weekend of worry... Seemingly, my doctor was worried.
The inner pressure in my eyes was at a dangerous level. She said. And the veins very constricted, which had been affecting my night vision especially.
All due to high blood pressure..... swell. (I wonder where I got THAT, hey...????)
So I got drops, and new meds. That was four weeks ago. So today I had to do the pressure thing again today. The procedure drives me absolutely paranoid. You get drops, and then have to look straight ahead while this THING with a blue light approaches your eye, till it touches it.
It only takes a minute, but is an eternity for me.
But this time, the pressure was ok, and was much better. So I still have to do the drops. And march over for a check in February. I hate drops. I hate anything touching my eyes. But I guess I will have to, so I don't get a fit of apoplexy or a stroke, I guess....
Still it is a relief.
Oooo I want to know what he's drinking... so I don't catch it.
The Importance of Being Earnest
John Hinderacker, arguably the most influential conservative blogger in the country ...
Obama thinks he is a good talker, but he is often undisciplined when he speaks. He needs to understand that as President, his words will be scrutinized and will have impact whether he intends it or not. In this regard, President Bush is an excellent model; Obama should take a lesson from his example. Bush never gets sloppy when he is speaking publicly. He chooses his words with care and precision, which is why his style sometimes seems halting. In the eight years he has been President, it is remarkable how few gaffes or verbal blunders he has committed. If Obama doesn't raise his standards, he will exceed Bush's total before he is inaugurated.
At the feet of masters.
--Josh Marshall
Every day a little death... every day a little sigh.... It is Monday, so whaddaya want hey.... And ))))November((((
Where you would mostly just like to jump off this bridge and get it over with.
The fog was lifting, and autumn is coming to a close. Every day a little death.... every day a little sigh... and soon everything will be gone and the trees look like brooms. Sticks. Whatever.
No, am not being all that morbid. I did NOT have a nice weekend. And some of the above is also from Steven Sondheim. I got extremely disappointed.
Trust is something I used to naturally have for my fellow travellers on this planet.
When you implicitly trust someone, and they break that, in whatever way whichever, it bloody hurts you right to the core of your being. Today I was disappointed even more. Because someone I trusted didn't have the brass ovaries to talk to me directly, and decided to 'help' by making an anonymous phone call which caused much havoc, but was 'OH GAWWD, so well meant.' Yes, right. Uh-HUH, that is SO fucking 'Christian' and 'brave'. NOT. That is cowardly.
I never EVER go into real details on personal things on my blog. Usually. But this time.... it's a perfect little death.... and you never feel a thing.... it's a perfect little death.
You know... people have their private things, and it is between them. I would never have thought in my angriest moments to interfere or run my mouf' as to what they did as long as they leave me/us alone. For anyone to just come by every twelve weeks and wrinkle their nose at what they perceive doesn't give them the knowledge or right to 'judge'.
Tja, you 'trust'. Right. And whomever doesn't have the fucking slightest idea about what is going on, and if they don't really talk to you, they surmise things that are false. And act wrongly. And I believe I know now. 'Ladies who protest too much'. Christ, it's no wonder I am gay.
Well, you 'meant well'. Isn't that what every busybody who hasn't got a life does?
And the anonymous phone call part? When did the STASI invade Austria, just asking?
I have enough on my hands without your interference, whoever you are. And I think I know.... otherwise, I wouldn't have hits on my site from a certain city, ten times in the past 36 hours. Brava. Fucking NOT!
Find something constructive to do, hey.
As above, I have enough to handle without interference from people who haven't the guts to TALK to me, and go sneaking around behind our backs.
Oh, and did I mention? Today was the 'HAMMER' in every sense of the word, and I died a little inside.
So congratulations, you are all really so fucking Xtian. And cowards.
Anonymous phone calls indeed! How brave.
You should be so proud of yourselves.
I saved the clip from the title above and it will be in the post below this. Listen closely to the text. And no, won't be posting anything from Sondheim soon. But listen. Closely.
And think about your own situation, and leave me alone.
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