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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Okay, there are some legitimate reasons why I haven't been blogging. Well, most are legitimate anyway.

1) You know how sometimes you're driving around in your car and you're thinking about stuff and you think, "Oh, that's a good blog topic. I'll have to remember that for later."? Well, that's not happened to me in one looong-ass motherfuckin' time.

2) I'm busy. I picked up EIGHT, count them, EIGHT more offices in my medical records job. That in addition to working with the child with autism and painting has made me even more close to going insane.

3) I'm lazy in my time off from all that work, and sometimes blogging feels like another job and not something fun that I enjoy doing. Other times it's fun and I look forward to doing it, but not lately.

4) Blogger has given more than its fair share of difficulties recently. Stuff like losing my post and not letting me sign on or not even being able to get on to Blogger. Damn them.

Here are some things that have been happening to me or I've been thinking about.

1) Americans suck. Yeah, I know I should move forward and forget about the election and try to make a difference, but that doesn't mean that any less of us truly suck.

2) I planned The 1st Annual Jacksian Funkathon for next weekend, but someone else sent out invitations to another party for the same night before I got mine out. That bitch.

3) When I listen to CD's in my car, I often think, "Hmmm . . . I wonder what the rescue team would think of this music, if it were still playing after I got into an awful accident?" Sometimes I think they'd think I was cool if they were young and African-American, like when I'm listening to DMX or the Black-Eyed Peas. Other times I think they might think I was old if they were young and hip, in a Diesel jeans kinda way, like when I listen to the Smiths or Billy Bragg. Yet other times I think they would think I was cool if they were young and tragically hip in a Dooce kinda way, like when I'm listening to Interpol. And other times still I think they would think I was just the cheesiest, whitest, most unhip woman in the world, like when I listen to my guilty pleasures, which I staunchly refuse to name here.

Okay, just one: Barbra Streisand.

Shut up, already.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Okay . . . whew. I calmed down a bit since last night. See I went to Yahoo's most eamiled before I went to bed, and I got all three of those articles at one time. It was just too great a burden to bear at once, especially after talking right beforehand to Alan and his partner Terry, who'd like to get married. Alan's HIV positive and is unable to afford decent insurance on his own, while Terry has terrific insurance. Not the most romantic reason for getting married, but certainly the most practical one.

I still think we need to get organized iand active. I'm just not screaming it this morning. Yet.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

God, Help Us. We Need It.

Yes, I know it's unlike me to post twice in the same day, but this just couldn't wait until tomorrow. I need to -- we all need to -- get active NOW.

Three important articles to prove my point:

1) This article was the first one that infuriated me today. Pharmacists are refusing to fill birth control prescriptions on 'moral grounds'. We aren't talking about RU486 here, people. We are talking about Ortho/Novum 777. If it is against your morals to dispense the pill legally prescribed by a doctor, GET INTO ANOTHER LINE OF WORK! It's your job. The fact that states are passing laws to protect the pharmacists is outrageous. The patients need to have their rights protected. Attention women (and men): Women will soon be back in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. That's okay, if that's what an individual woman wants, but most of us do not. We want/need to have the choice.

2) This article shows that Bush and his cronies will stop at nothing to achieve their agenda. I don't know why I'm surprised at all the lying. It's been going on for the last 4 years.

3) And finally, this article. I hope no one ever has to go through it personally because I have, twice, but it would be great for Bush and his ilk to watch as someone they love writhes around in pain from a terminal illness, begging for it to end, for this life to be over. I hope Bush sits there and cries like a baby at the powerlessness he feels in not being able to help them by easing the pain or making it all go away for the ailing soul. One can only hope he feels what it's like to be in someone else's uncomfortable and painful shoes.

I have to get active. I have to do something, anything, right now. I hear you need at college degree to move to Canada. I wonder if one of those you can order form the back of Rolling Stone would suffice.
I have been having problems with Blogger lately. It's not wanting to let me publish. So, if I go a while in between posts, keep in mind that it may not be my laziness.

Here's what's been going on with me:

Currently Reading -- Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss. Who knew punctuation and grammar could be so much fun?

Currently Watching -- The Color Of Money (Did you know Iggy Pop has a cameo as "skinny guy shooting pool"? Off camera he was known as "skinny guy shooting heroin."), Ecstacy, 21 Grams (again), and Camille (again), movie-wise. I also watched the Carolina Tar Heel field hockey team beat Maryland for the ACC title. My niece had a goal and a great game. I'm so proud.

Currently Listening: To Amnesiac by Radiohead, American Idiot by Green Day, and another 'Best of the 80's' I burned for myself. This one is number 6 in a series and it's the best one so far. It includes Nemesis by Shriekback, Turn The Heater On and We All Stand by New Order, Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads, Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division, Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes, This Corrosion by The Sisters Of Mercy, Gloria by U2, Rise by PiL, I Won't Share You by The Smiths, Pulling Mussels From A Shell by Squeeze, and Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus, among others.

Currently Blogging -- About the site Americans Who Tell The Truth just like Tom. Great minds really do think alike. Fucking Blogger, losing my posts and shit.

My favorite quote is this one: "The right to criticize; the right to hold unpopular beliefs; the right to protest; the right of independent thought. The exercise of these rights should not cost one single American citizen his reputation or his right to a livelihood... Otherwise none of us could call our souls our own." Margaret Chase Smith

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Unless something miraculous happens while I'm asleep tonight, I will not be able to blog tomorrow. It'll be too hard to type through the tears of rage and sorrow.

Monday, November 01, 2004

I posted yesterday and, literally, just as I was finished posting and hit "Publish," my foot hit the damn switch on the surge protector. The thing has been in the same place for three years, and I have never done that before. It made me so mad, I decided not to post again yesterday. Today, I have different matters on my mind.

Today would have been my dad's 78th birthday. I miss him a lot. Here are a list of the things that, good or bad, will always remind me of him.

  1. The songs "Hey, Good Lookin'", "The Flat Foot Floogee" and "High Hopes."
  2. Rush Frickin' Limbaugh
  3. GOLF
  4. Moles (the animal, not the skin growth) because my dad, who loved all animals and fought to protect them, wouldn't think twice about beating a mole to death on the golf course for messing up the greens. I blame witnessing this atrocious act on my various and sundry mental health issues today. (Just kidding. About the blame, not the mental health issues.)
  5. Parrots
  6. Chocolate in general but especially those chocolates that are little, foil-wrapped, football shaped thingies you can get around Christmas. We got some for him every year.
  7. Other foods like tripe, head cheese, kippered snacks, gizzards.
  8. GOLF
  9. Lee Iacocca
  10. Boopper, Annie, Kid, Kiddo, Goonie and any other name he'd call me rather than Ann. If he called me Ann, I knew I was in serious trouble.
  11. Cats were pussers. Dogs were puppers.
  12. Hershey Park
  13. Plum brandy
  14. Catching frogs
  15. Marilyn Monroe, because he once told me when I was about 18 -- "You know, you really are a sharp-looking woman. I mean, you're attractive. Now, you're no Marilyn Monroe or anything, but you'll do."

Thanks, Dad.



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