Tuesday, November 18, 2008

mid-afternoon

ugh, power was shut off yesterday

They didn’t even send out a warning.  They said they sent something Nov. 5th, but we never got anything.  Naturally, I didn’t have enough in my bank acct to pay, so I had to call my on the cell phone and its battery was dying...and they weren’t home.  Anyway, eventually they were able to help.  For some reason I got barfy sick last night and I now have pulled stomach and back muscles. To add to the fun, my computer won’t turn on now. I’m wrting this on my iPod. Oh, and Bunny chewed up my earbuds while I was sleeping.  Oh boy, I can’t
Wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Sorry about the errors - they are too hard to fix on an iPod.

I think I should get NaBloPoMo bonus points for this entry.

(a special thanks to a certain Jewish agency in Las Vegas who hasn’t helped out one bit - it was pretty humiliating asking for the help THREE WEEKS AGO, but it’s a whole lot more humiliating to not get it.  When I’m back on my feet, that is one charity that won’t be getting my money...and I’ll send a letter to them with a copy of my donation to...well, anyone but them - man, I hope I’m a millionaire soon, so I can donate a lot of money to some other agency)

Sunday, November 16, 2008

evening

If you could care less, that means that you care…uh, some

There’s been an epidemic of people writing that they “could care less” about one thing or another, plus we just heard it on “Without a Trace”, so that means that professional writers are writing it, too.  If you “could care less”, it means that you COULD care less, but that you don’t.  I think you mean that you COULDN’T care less, meaning that you really don’t care.  Okay, pet peeve lesson over.

evening

Why believe in a god?

This is a new ad campaign started by the American Humanist Organization, which just seems like common sense to me, but apparently isn’t.  A spokesperson for the American Family Association said, “How do we define ‘good’ if we don’t believe in God?.  God in his word, the Bible, tells us what’s good and bad and right and wrong.” Wow, isn’t everybody able to know what’s good and what isn’t?  Good is being nice to other people, doing nice things for other people, considering all people to be equal, etc.  Why would anyone need to believe in God or the bible to know what’s good and what’s bad?  Isn’t it frightening to think that if someone doesn’t have a bible handy, they’re not going to know the difference between good & bad?

I know that with supposedly 92% of the population believing in God, many people reading this would believe, too.  I really don’t get it.  I’ve been an atheist since I was a child and never even contemplated believing.  I wasn’t raised to believe or not believe, although I guess if you’re not raised to believe, then you’re sort of raised to think that God, one way or the other, doesn’t have any affect on your life.  I don’t understand how anyone can believe in God when such horrible things happen in the world.  It’s pretty obvious that “prayers” aren’t being answered by anyone when the world is full of war, poverty, sickness, etc. 

I like the ads.  They don’t tell you that if you believe that you’re wrong, but they do question why you need to believe in order to do good.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

terribly early in the morning

Happy Billionth Anniversary, Mom & Dad…and (11th) us

I have no idea when this picture was taken - sometime in the 80’s, I presume.  I wanted to use a recent picture, but generally my dad is the one taking the pictures, so I have plenty of solo shots of my mom, but not too many with the two of them together...and I think I’ve used the Las Vegas snowball picture before.

I wanted a small, barely discernible picture of me up.  I believe I’m threatening Leigh-Ann with an Orleans hotel buffet knife, demanding complete love and devotion for at least five more years after the picture is taken, which was June ‘03.  Okay, truth be told, I wanted a picture of me when I was thinner and richer...and it’s my blog, so I get to choose the picture.

I also wanted to write something clever and witty, but it’s 4:16am, and I’m sadly all out of clever & witty.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

late at night

I have a headache

This is my post.  Here, read something good by Paula Poundstone.

Get Our Help While You Can, Obama
by Paula Poundstone

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Morning Edition, November 12, 2008 · People still seem full of hope after the historic election of Barack Obama. This is America, though, it can’t last. Pleased and proud as we are, Obama hasn’t been on American Idol, so we’re bound to lose interest soon.

That’s why President-elect Obama needs to waste no time in harnessing this feeling and ask something of us. We’ll spend. We’ll save. We’ll do laps. We’ll wear sweaters.

My parents are a part of the “Greatest Generation.” They pulled our nation through the Depression and World War II, and when they heard the call, they collected rubber.

My generation rode out the Beanie Baby crash, ran up both credit card debt and the nation’s weight, and brought us reality TV and the SUV, but it’s not all we can do. We’ve grown up collecting box tops and shoes. We’ve earned free doughnuts by getting our cards punched with every dozen purchased. We’re the “a-thon” generation. We’ve jogged, walked and pedaled thousands of miles because someone said it would cure cancer.

It’s our turn now. Just ask us. We’ve adopted freeways and been up all night with night feedings. We’ll bring an unwrapped gift. We’ll bring canned goods. We’ll collect flip-tops. Yes, we will.

What do you need us to do, President-elect Obama? We could form a bucket brigade to bail out the banks. We could collect Band-Aids, not the useless little ones, for the health care system. We could take shifts forming human pyramids to hold up our crumbling bridges.

The entire country could hold a progressive dinner party to feed the homeless. We could all commit to wearing the same clothes two days in a row to save water, energy and time. I’ll go three, because I care more than the others. We can carry road-mending materials in our cars and fill pot holes during traffic jams. We can put a wishing well on Wall Street.

Our leadership has told us that we have a long, hard climb before us, which I would welcome, because I love the outdoors, and I could use the weight loss, but I have a bad feeling it has nothing to do with climbing.

I’m waiting. I’m punching my glove. It’s oiled and ready. Pitch it in here, sir.

Commentator and comedian Paula Poundstone is a regular on NPR’s game show Wait Wait Don’t ... Tell Me!

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And more from the celebrity world, although unrelated.  I know you’ve all been waiting for David Archuleta’s album debut, admit it.  Okay, don’t.  I liked him for the first few weeks of AI, and then after that, every time I heard him sing or even just looked at him, I saw a dude struggling for breath.  Don’t you just want to shake him to make him breathe properly?  Oh, just me?