Here.

Did You Know...

...that lightning strikes the earth an average of 100 times per second?
...that Thurgood Marshall was the first African-American Supreme Court Justice?
...that the highest number of collect calls are made in the US on Father's Day?
... that the smallest owl in the world is a mere 8 centimeters tall?
...that Attila the Hun died of a nosebleed on his wedding night?

For Brutus.

I feel like 2½ million bucks!

A website tells me I am worth $2,491,678.00.

P-shaw! Rubbish! I'm worth a lot more than that!

But input your data and lemme know what they think you are worth.

Die Already

(So, I just thought I'd throw out this farewell to the woman we all have to watch die.)

Farewell, Terri,

Wished it coulda happened differently. I also wish you woulda divorced that creep before you showed up in the hospital with marks on your neck in the first place.

I hate this country right now, hate our legal system, hate the media. Hate hate. Hateful stupid country. They are comparing your case to two other women who's families fought to have them removed from life support whereas your family is fighting to keep you on food and water. They compared you to two women who were unconscious or in comas whereas you seem to be awake and responsive. I really do hope you are too brain-damaged to understand what's happening. I sincerely hope you don't feel pain as your body dries up on you. I think your husband is a bastard. Have I said that already? But I think this country's full of 'em and I'm more frightened to still be sitting here in America as a woman whose husband could someday do away with her when he conveniently remembers a conversation we had five years earlier. Nobody should have that right over anyone else.

I wish your family had the right to slip you sips of water or pudding or something, because it seems to me they feel the anguish of watching you be murdered. And what parent needs that torture? They talk about dignity. Your dignity. Letting you die as you wished to die. Instead of, I suppose, the indignity of not having full capabilities. Sure there's a lack of dignity in being unable to clearly articulate words or feed yourself. That sucks. But what greater human dignity can there be to be loved and cared for in your deformed, unlovable state? Someone thinks you are worth the trouble. Someone cares to be near you, even diminished as you are. Isn't that dignified? Some days, knowing I am loved is the only thing that makes me feel half human. So maybe you know the answer to this question: how is that less dignified than being handed over to starvation by a detached husband? Especially when he's planning your cremation against your religious preferences? Where's the dignity in that?

I'm rambling now. And I realize you probably have other things to think about right now (if indeed you can "think" according to some mystical definition somebody somewhere has decided on). I don't envy you. I wouldn't want to be you. I don't even want to be me sometimes. In this creepy, weird, life-cheapening world.

Anyways, peace, Terri. I'm trying not to watch.

If only...

Mish Mash Trish Trash

I am moving. From here to over there. Bloggerblob is failing to meet my requirments for superior blogging so I'm embarking on a new quest for my own little corner of the world wide web. New address will be imbedded here so you can find me and hopefully k_sra and the Learn Something New blogspace are moving on to bigger and better things!

Ask not for whom the Blog moves,
It moves for Thee!

Impulse and Impulse ContrOL

I'm huddled unceremoniously at the cold computer in my parent's home, rounding up my shoulders trying to reach the keyboard which seems about seven inches too high. Tom Waits is singing about how my body will decompose to the score of atonal drums and saws. My oldest brother is walking through the door. Incense is burning. Water is heating for a pot of tea.

It's been several days since I've been able to post any writing. Work is too busy. Internet is hard to find on the weekend. I don't know what I'm learning, but I'm learning it.

The lake outside the window is frozen in big, cracking sheets which sometimes groan and shift. Geese come and go, speaking of Michaelangelo. The light of the sky goes from grey to black. The lights in the parking lot shine a stunted orange. The cat is using his best green eyes to stare at me.

Somewhere several chorus girls are getting cold.

Likes her picture taken.

Don't like their photo taken.

Leprachaun sighting.

Cleveland street musicians are sadly lacking... in more ways than one.

Very willing to have their picture took.

Being glamorous is easy when you're glamorous!

Jack Kerouac

Born on this day in 1922.

Alphabet Adventures

I was trying to come up with an alphabet's worth of adjectives to put in front of the word "adventure" so that I could properly define an adventure, should I have one at some point in my life.

Now, not only do I want an alphabet's worth of adjectival words, I also want them to range in degrees from beginning to end. So "A" would stand for "abnormal" which is bad and "Z" would stand for "zany" which is very very good.

Maybe you would help me out... So far I have abnormal,...lightweight, marginal, nutty,... wacky... and zany.

Here's what we've got at 3:56pm... A few blanks left.
Abysmal
Bad
Crappy
Dull
Everyday
Flat
Goodish
Hopeful
Inventive
Joyful
Kindly
Lightweight
Measured
Nutty
Orthogonal
Pirateous
Quirky
Rockin'
Swashbuckling
Tremendous
Unexplainable
Voluptuous
Wacky
X-rated
Yummy
Zany

in a winter rut

Hahahahaha. ha.

If it's stupid, but it works, it's not stupid

So I went for it. I took my own advice and jumped in and did what I was afraid to do: play out at a coffee shop. Yes, the shy chanteuse pushed herself into the spotlight. I had a blast. I feel so good. I started something. I'll be there every Monday if I can swing it. So if you're in town, be sure to check me out!

Scuttle

Kitty I entered into Kittenwar. Hope he wins!