God, I am so SICK of Fox News! I work with a lady who has to have Fox News on 24/7 and so it is in the background whilst I work. Just repulsive.
Bill O'Reilly is my co-worker's favorite, and I believe she has a genuine crush on him. She's about 63 years old, and so he's in her age group, and you have to admit, he's not too bad looking. And I don't always disagree with him. But he is so FUCKING pompous! And he loves to throw around the gay marriage issue like it's candy at a parade. Actually, he believes in civil unions for ALL people, regardless of sexuality, and I support that also. But he loves to have the guests that condemn the lifestyle, defend the family, etc....GRRR
And WAR. And TERROR ALERTS. That's all Fox News cares about, because that's what the specific demographic of Fox watchers want to hear about. Sometimes they jump on a "terror alert" story before it's even happened.......
"This just in.......police in Georgia have arrested a six-year old girl who waved a Snicker's Candy bar at police, who believed it to be a gun. The girl is believed to have middle eastern ties........"
I bought a house! I'm sure everyone who would read my blog has already found that out. It's in Hermansville, and it's in a nice neighborhood, and it has a beautiful large lot with majestic old trees and lilac bushes, and it cost $8500.00, no kidding. So you are probably thinking - wow, the house itself must be really really bad!
Well it needs some foundation work - the floors on the main floor tend to roll like a farm valley. But the floors are SOLID, and because the house is in Hermansville, all the flooring is beautiful solid maple (IXL factory was there, largest manufacturer of wood flooring at one point, etc. etc.).. But I have always wanted a house with CHARACTER, and this house definitely has it.
I don't think I would ever be happy buying some modular home, or new cookie-cutter house, because they are so plain and new and sterile and uber-nazi. My new house is probably 120 years old, and has some original aspects, as well as many senseless 1970 renovations. But underneath all the problems, there is HISTORY, and you can't beat that. There were men living in that house at one time wearing cravat ties and women in long skirts and corsets, cooking over a wood stove and washing clothes in buckets. And when I'm in the house, I like to gaze and let my mind wander back to those long-gone folks who dwelled in MY house, and it is haunting, and comforting, and, for a lack of a better word at this point, COOL.
Anyway, here's some pictures, in case you haven't seen them yet....
Picturetrail pictures
07 August 2006
24 July 2006
Celebritay
Do famous celebrities REALLY have their own myspace pages? I'm beginning to wonder.
Here's an example of where my trust begins to wane. Being a "Little House on the Prairie" nutcase-freak, I added the profile of "Nellie Oleson" to my friends list. "How cool is that?" you ask.
Well, I'm beginning to think it's not the real Nellie Oleson of Walnut Grove, Minnesota. I don't even think it's Ms. Alison Arngrim, the actress who played the role. The pseudo-Nellie sends out a gazillion bulletins a day. A couple of the more eloquent ones are "Entertain me! I'm bored!" and "You guys suck!"
I just don't think the real Nellie would have said such things. Sure, she was a bitch - I recognize that, and I actually like that quality about her. But real celebrities don't have to fish for attention like that! It's hurtful, vulgar chattel, and I'm hurt.
Anyway, I'm going to search now for the real Nellie Oleson, if she exists. I think I will recognize the REAL Nellie when I find her page. She will have recipes for bread and pie, as served in her own restaurant, with kudos to Percival for teaching them to her. She might brag a little about the fancy carpets in her mother's house, and her china dolls and how she gets to eat candy all day. Who knows. But when I find her, I WILL know it's her......
(Did I use "kudos" in the right way? I'm still not sure if it's a real word, or just someone's sick way of making fun of the breakfast bar of the 90s.)
Here's an example of where my trust begins to wane. Being a "Little House on the Prairie" nutcase-freak, I added the profile of "Nellie Oleson" to my friends list. "How cool is that?" you ask.
Well, I'm beginning to think it's not the real Nellie Oleson of Walnut Grove, Minnesota. I don't even think it's Ms. Alison Arngrim, the actress who played the role. The pseudo-Nellie sends out a gazillion bulletins a day. A couple of the more eloquent ones are "Entertain me! I'm bored!" and "You guys suck!"
I just don't think the real Nellie would have said such things. Sure, she was a bitch - I recognize that, and I actually like that quality about her. But real celebrities don't have to fish for attention like that! It's hurtful, vulgar chattel, and I'm hurt.
Anyway, I'm going to search now for the real Nellie Oleson, if she exists. I think I will recognize the REAL Nellie when I find her page. She will have recipes for bread and pie, as served in her own restaurant, with kudos to Percival for teaching them to her. She might brag a little about the fancy carpets in her mother's house, and her china dolls and how she gets to eat candy all day. Who knows. But when I find her, I WILL know it's her......
(Did I use "kudos" in the right way? I'm still not sure if it's a real word, or just someone's sick way of making fun of the breakfast bar of the 90s.)
19 July 2006
Pernicious
I am addicted to Jim Gaffigan right now. He's the comic that speaks in a "little voice" between jokes, as if he is voicing the audience's opinion of his act. His style is very self-deprecating, which I always like in a comedian. He talks of eating a "Hot Pocket" and it's so bad that, afterward, his back hurts. Ooowww!
The Westboro Baptist "Church" was purportedly in town today - to protest, or rather celebrate, the death of a local soldier. If you've never heard of them, you can read all about them here - and this wikipedia entry should have a headline shouting "This is the ACTUAL truth about these people's beliefs," much like the South Park episode about the Scientologists.....anyway, here it is......
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westboro_Baptist_Church
I was driving home from work at 6:30 this morning, and I suddenly realized that I was following home the former "dickhead of my life." I doubt that he saw me, and it took me a while to figure out if it was him. Anyway, I had an urge to pass him and flip him off, or just smile, or something, but I didn't. For one thing, he was flying down the highway in a pickup attached to a cattle trailer, doing about 75 mph in a construction zone, so I didn't feel it was worth the risk. And, I have known for several weeks now that I am OVER him, and I didn't feel that it would be of any benefit to myself. Plus, it might have given him pleasure to see me run off the road and die, which could've happened considering his excessive speed. HA - what a fat idiot. There - I'm allowed to say it once.
I went swimming at the beach - by myself - this afternoon. After working all night and feeling weary, sluggish, but NOT tired - the way I always feel when I get home after an all-nighter - I decided it would be refreshing to go for a swim at my favorite local beach. I got there, laid the towel down, and was ready to relax for a bit - and my phone rang. It was work, wanting me to come in for second shift. Since I need every cent I can get, I agreed, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get a nap in if I went home. So i slept on the beach for a half hour, then went for the best swim I've had in a long time! There was not a soul around, and I just played in the waves like I was nine. It was awesome. True, it's more fun to swim with good friends, but there was something so "Castaway" about it, and since I was delirious from lack of sleep, it was reminiscent of a good, mild acid trip. I probably looked like a total psychotic.
But now I'm just downright tired. Good night.
The Westboro Baptist "Church" was purportedly in town today - to protest, or rather celebrate, the death of a local soldier. If you've never heard of them, you can read all about them here - and this wikipedia entry should have a headline shouting "This is the ACTUAL truth about these people's beliefs," much like the South Park episode about the Scientologists.....anyway, here it is......
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westboro_Baptist_Church
I was driving home from work at 6:30 this morning, and I suddenly realized that I was following home the former "dickhead of my life." I doubt that he saw me, and it took me a while to figure out if it was him. Anyway, I had an urge to pass him and flip him off, or just smile, or something, but I didn't. For one thing, he was flying down the highway in a pickup attached to a cattle trailer, doing about 75 mph in a construction zone, so I didn't feel it was worth the risk. And, I have known for several weeks now that I am OVER him, and I didn't feel that it would be of any benefit to myself. Plus, it might have given him pleasure to see me run off the road and die, which could've happened considering his excessive speed. HA - what a fat idiot. There - I'm allowed to say it once.
I went swimming at the beach - by myself - this afternoon. After working all night and feeling weary, sluggish, but NOT tired - the way I always feel when I get home after an all-nighter - I decided it would be refreshing to go for a swim at my favorite local beach. I got there, laid the towel down, and was ready to relax for a bit - and my phone rang. It was work, wanting me to come in for second shift. Since I need every cent I can get, I agreed, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get a nap in if I went home. So i slept on the beach for a half hour, then went for the best swim I've had in a long time! There was not a soul around, and I just played in the waves like I was nine. It was awesome. True, it's more fun to swim with good friends, but there was something so "Castaway" about it, and since I was delirious from lack of sleep, it was reminiscent of a good, mild acid trip. I probably looked like a total psychotic.
But now I'm just downright tired. Good night.
09 July 2006
There is nothing worse...
...than being so tired that I cannot sleep. And having a Goo Goo Dolls song stuck in my head.
28 June 2006
Buying and Selling your Lifejunk
Having a garage sale is an altering experience. I find myself looking at every single thing that I own in a different light now. Instead of taking my artifacts for granted, I look at everything with two thoughts in my mind - is it worth keeping, and how much could I sell it for?
It is a nice feeling, too, to know that I am paring down my collection of shit. I went to my sister's today to look through a mountain of boxes that I have had stored there for almost two years now. I found a few things that made me exclaim, "oh there it is!" But for the most part, I realized that I have held on to so many things that I neither need or want anymore, and it feels great to be "slimming down" the inventory. If I lived without all that crap for two years now, then I really don't need it.
But then it's so HARD to give up certain things. Like, I put a price tag on my microwave today without a second thought, because I really never used it much and I know I can always go buy a new one someday when I get the urge. But then I have these stupid lanterns that I've been collecting over the years - no monetary value to them, except maybe to a scrap dealer - and each one that I tagged felt like I was tearing out a piece of a vital organ. So stupid - if I actually had them displayed, they would just collect dust, and yet when they're in a BOX they seem to have more value.
Bridgette and I watched this show called "America's Got Talent" tonight. Ho-hum. It is ssoooo contrived. It's a bunch of bottom-shelf talent acts mixed in with a couple good ones, so as to make you believe that the producers just dragged these people in off the street and somehow miraculously found a few gems in the mix. Then the three judges were obviously picked to resemble American Idol's lineup, including a British dude to throw out insults and look annoyed a la Cowell. And then there's Brandy, who seems about as smart as a bent nail. The few good acts seemed as if they were called in from the Shrine Circus. It was wretched.
I'm so glad I don't watch much tv anymore.
Ok, here's another addition to my "annoyances" category. I went in Walgreen's this evening to pick up my prescription. I wasn't in any hurry, so I sort of browsed my way back to the pharmacy counter, looking at a few drug-store junk items on the way. In the 45 seconds it took me to get from front to back of the store, I was asked twice, "Can I help you find something?" I know that the kindly associates are probably forced to do that, so I don't blame them personally. But please Walgreens - shopping is a purely private pleasure for me, and I don't like to be bothered! I don't think I walked into Walgreen's with a bewildered, cat-stuck-in-a-heater-duct look! I didn't crash into aisles while aimlessly searching for the best form of vitamin E. I just wanted to take my time. And I always feel like I have to be overly nice when I respond, or else give some sort of excuse as to why I'm looking without buying.
I need some sleep.
It is a nice feeling, too, to know that I am paring down my collection of shit. I went to my sister's today to look through a mountain of boxes that I have had stored there for almost two years now. I found a few things that made me exclaim, "oh there it is!" But for the most part, I realized that I have held on to so many things that I neither need or want anymore, and it feels great to be "slimming down" the inventory. If I lived without all that crap for two years now, then I really don't need it.
But then it's so HARD to give up certain things. Like, I put a price tag on my microwave today without a second thought, because I really never used it much and I know I can always go buy a new one someday when I get the urge. But then I have these stupid lanterns that I've been collecting over the years - no monetary value to them, except maybe to a scrap dealer - and each one that I tagged felt like I was tearing out a piece of a vital organ. So stupid - if I actually had them displayed, they would just collect dust, and yet when they're in a BOX they seem to have more value.
Bridgette and I watched this show called "America's Got Talent" tonight. Ho-hum. It is ssoooo contrived. It's a bunch of bottom-shelf talent acts mixed in with a couple good ones, so as to make you believe that the producers just dragged these people in off the street and somehow miraculously found a few gems in the mix. Then the three judges were obviously picked to resemble American Idol's lineup, including a British dude to throw out insults and look annoyed a la Cowell. And then there's Brandy, who seems about as smart as a bent nail. The few good acts seemed as if they were called in from the Shrine Circus. It was wretched.
I'm so glad I don't watch much tv anymore.
Ok, here's another addition to my "annoyances" category. I went in Walgreen's this evening to pick up my prescription. I wasn't in any hurry, so I sort of browsed my way back to the pharmacy counter, looking at a few drug-store junk items on the way. In the 45 seconds it took me to get from front to back of the store, I was asked twice, "Can I help you find something?" I know that the kindly associates are probably forced to do that, so I don't blame them personally. But please Walgreens - shopping is a purely private pleasure for me, and I don't like to be bothered! I don't think I walked into Walgreen's with a bewildered, cat-stuck-in-a-heater-duct look! I didn't crash into aisles while aimlessly searching for the best form of vitamin E. I just wanted to take my time. And I always feel like I have to be overly nice when I respond, or else give some sort of excuse as to why I'm looking without buying.
I need some sleep.
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