No, that's not my place to say, but A LOT of "conservative" asses think they are in a place to judge others based on their own narrow-minded prejudices and fears.
If you are so afraid of gay people that you have to protest against their right to wed, or you think the dinosaurs were fashioned out of other various animal bones, or you think you have the viable, justifiable right to decide what a woman does with her own body, you need to wake up and smell the hypocrisy.
As I once heard John Waters say, if people stand so staunchly by the assertion that marriage is a "sacred institution," let's make divorce illegal and see how many straight people jump on that bandwagon. I'm thinking suddenly the right-wing conservatives would be shockingly silent.
How about those crazy teabaggers? First of all, naming your "political" movement after slang for a sexual act clearly means you are so out of touch that you should probably just stay home and read your Bible.
The teabaggers are ignorant racists gone wild. There, I said it. It's easy to pretend to have a cause to hide and rally behind, but no one is really fooling anyone with that hot mess. I'm surprised no one is handing out hoods at the get-togethers.
Still, I am glad to live in a country where ANYONE can protest, ANYONE can voice their opinion (no matter how divisive and at times hateful) and ANYONE (namely Sarah Palin) can apparently succeed in the political realm despite a total lack of experience, morals, intellect or common sense. That said, if the aforementioned person ever makes it into the White House, I'd be happy to call Canada "home."
C'est la vie.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Borlympics
In case you missed it, the Winter Olympics are under way in Vancouver.
Crickets, crickets ...
There's only one thing worse than the Summer Olympics; the Winter Olympics.
I happened upon the cross-country skiing event on TV and, boy, was that exciting. Everyone started at different times and raced the roughly six-mile course on their own. The great thing was the athletes were quoted as saying that the course was "for tourists," and "ridiculously easy." Even the announcer really didn't try to be enthusiastic, and I frankly can't blame him.
On the plus side, the temperature was cool enough to keep the snow from melting which has been a problem during several events ... global warming? What global warming.
My favorite story from the games so far is the Russian skating team who previously performed in costumes that mimicked Aboriginal skin art and attire. Apparently the routine's music included a "didgeridoo riff" and people aren't happy.
Awesome. I wonder if any figure skaters have ever donned headdresses and tackled a rain dance. I love how there is so little going on at the winter Olympics, besides the luger who met an untimely end, that this incident is big news. So now the question is will Oksana and Maksim perform that same routine or try their hand at something a little less offensive, like say a Japanese fan dance.
C'est la vie.
Crickets, crickets ...
There's only one thing worse than the Summer Olympics; the Winter Olympics.
I happened upon the cross-country skiing event on TV and, boy, was that exciting. Everyone started at different times and raced the roughly six-mile course on their own. The great thing was the athletes were quoted as saying that the course was "for tourists," and "ridiculously easy." Even the announcer really didn't try to be enthusiastic, and I frankly can't blame him.
On the plus side, the temperature was cool enough to keep the snow from melting which has been a problem during several events ... global warming? What global warming.
My favorite story from the games so far is the Russian skating team who previously performed in costumes that mimicked Aboriginal skin art and attire. Apparently the routine's music included a "didgeridoo riff" and people aren't happy.
Awesome. I wonder if any figure skaters have ever donned headdresses and tackled a rain dance. I love how there is so little going on at the winter Olympics, besides the luger who met an untimely end, that this incident is big news. So now the question is will Oksana and Maksim perform that same routine or try their hand at something a little less offensive, like say a Japanese fan dance.
C'est la vie.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Death and cardboard boxes
When my dad asked if I wanted to visit a funeral home with him while he discussed my grandfather's funeral arrangements today (he's still kickin' at 93, but the family is pre-planning) I thought several things:
1) I have nothing better to do.
2) I can be emotional support.
3) Maybe I can learn something cool.
The funeral home was very 70's decor with dim lighting and boxes of tissues everywhere. There were also a lot of long, dark hallways. Not quite the quirky, macabre vibe of Six Feet Under, but pretty close.
On the flip side, I DID learn something cool (or maybe more accurately categorized as interesting). According to the funeral director (who was really, really nice) you can only ship cremains, through the U.S. Postal Service, in a cardboard box that must be wrapped in plain, brown paper and be sealed with old-fashioned, brown paper packing tape. He seemed to really enjoy sharing this tidbit of information.
1) I have nothing better to do.
2) I can be emotional support.
3) Maybe I can learn something cool.
The funeral home was very 70's decor with dim lighting and boxes of tissues everywhere. There were also a lot of long, dark hallways. Not quite the quirky, macabre vibe of Six Feet Under, but pretty close.
On the flip side, I DID learn something cool (or maybe more accurately categorized as interesting). According to the funeral director (who was really, really nice) you can only ship cremains, through the U.S. Postal Service, in a cardboard box that must be wrapped in plain, brown paper and be sealed with old-fashioned, brown paper packing tape. He seemed to really enjoy sharing this tidbit of information.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
From the poetry vault of my teenage years ...
In honor of Valentine's Day swiftly approaching I figured I would look through my old poetry journal to see what gems I had created long ago.
Here are three untitled masterpieces. I haven't yet decided if they are so bad, they are actually good, or if they are just really, really bad. It is also worth noting that I haven't written any poetry for years.
Untitled #1
Green socks and nothing matters because it's really about the turn, isn't it. Except sometimes you never get to the turn.
Untitled #2
Screaming yellow, flaming oranges and shy pinks pressing their tiny hands on cold glass plates criss-crossing gold lines drip patterns shaped like diamonds faintly sparkling blue waves of anger, sadness,loss. Looking at its shadow of twisted iron streaming tears of joy or pain.
Untitled #3
Over the edge and under the weather, sweeter still and better wetter. Taken by the rain, but loved just the same for moving parts and tangled feathers.
Here are three untitled masterpieces. I haven't yet decided if they are so bad, they are actually good, or if they are just really, really bad. It is also worth noting that I haven't written any poetry for years.
Untitled #1
Green socks and nothing matters because it's really about the turn, isn't it. Except sometimes you never get to the turn.
Untitled #2
Screaming yellow, flaming oranges and shy pinks pressing their tiny hands on cold glass plates criss-crossing gold lines drip patterns shaped like diamonds faintly sparkling blue waves of anger, sadness,loss. Looking at its shadow of twisted iron streaming tears of joy or pain.
Untitled #3
Over the edge and under the weather, sweeter still and better wetter. Taken by the rain, but loved just the same for moving parts and tangled feathers.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Ring, ring
So I got bored and decided to change my ringtone from The Cranberries' "Dreams" to Bob Seger's "Mainstreet." Yes, I am officially cool now.
While searching for music to transfer to my phone from my laptop, I thought of the assorted ringtones I've heard lately from the phones of passersby and/or friends and family.
I enjoy seeing a big, burly man whose phone busts out with classical music or a small, shy-looking nerd whose phone suddenly starts playing DMX at full blast. Lately, I've been hearing a lot of country music ditties. YUK. Please, for the love of mankind, stop with the country music ringtones. I don't care that she thinks your tractor is sexy or that you want to ride a cowboy, please, please stop!
On a somewhat side (yet related) note, I saw a truck with a big bumper sticker that read, "Hang up and drive," accompanied by a colorful cartoon cell phone. I clearly saw the man yakking away on his cell phone through the back window. Hey, idiot, that really negates the efficacy of the sticker's message.
C'est la vie.
While searching for music to transfer to my phone from my laptop, I thought of the assorted ringtones I've heard lately from the phones of passersby and/or friends and family.
I enjoy seeing a big, burly man whose phone busts out with classical music or a small, shy-looking nerd whose phone suddenly starts playing DMX at full blast. Lately, I've been hearing a lot of country music ditties. YUK. Please, for the love of mankind, stop with the country music ringtones. I don't care that she thinks your tractor is sexy or that you want to ride a cowboy, please, please stop!
On a somewhat side (yet related) note, I saw a truck with a big bumper sticker that read, "Hang up and drive," accompanied by a colorful cartoon cell phone. I clearly saw the man yakking away on his cell phone through the back window. Hey, idiot, that really negates the efficacy of the sticker's message.
C'est la vie.
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