Gentle Readers -
Its true WYM is back with more random musings. Todays random musings are in the category of things that drive me bat $hit insane.
1. Hacked history - if you don't remember the actual history, look it up. Just because somebody posted a meme on Facebook about Hitler doesn't make it true. Just because one woman wants to warn us that we are practically living in Nazi Germany...doesn't mean we are. We have our history confused. Hitler = National Socialist which are very pro-guns and would actually have a stand more akin to American Conservatives than Obama supporters. Stalin = Communist who steals your guns and well your everything. Feel free to look it up on any non-biased site. To sum up, Hitler was in favor of armed citizens and would stand with Conservatives in American today. Surprise!
2. Obama is taking away our rights - Obama isn't "getting rid" of the 2nd Amendment. Do you know what it takes to "get rid" of an amendment? I'll save you the key strokes...2/3 of BOTH houses of congress must approve it. (as if 2/3 of Congress will ever agree on anything) THEN 3/4 of the states (thats 39) must ratify it. So...no, ladies and gentlemen, he is not going to magically make your 2nd Amendment disappear. He couldn't even if he really, really wanted to do so. If you are interested in what Obama actually does propose in his legislation you can read it word for word here. http://www.ncsl.org/issues-research/justice/summary-president-obama-gun-proposals.aspx See? Pretty innocuous. Safer schools, safer streets, better mental health treatment...nothing at all about prying guns out of the hands of legal gun owners that I could see.
3. Obama isn't even American - Obama was born in Hawaii. Hawaii is in the United States. Look it up. He also does not hate puppies and Christmas.
4. Obama is the reason for the recession - Obama is actually a stingy SOB and not a big spender. Check this out:
http://economistsview.typepad.com/economistsview/2012/03/per-capita-government-spending-by-president.html You know who spent WA-AY more? The Bushes. Just sayin'.
A little education is a good thing. Don't believe everything you read and try to get your information from unbiased sources. Don't go to pro-Obama sites. Don't go to pro-gun sites. Read the info word for word yourself without having someone else interpret it for you.
Random Musing : It appears as though infants are nauseated by clean black shirts.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Terrorists in Vacationland
Gentle Readers,
It's happened again. The terrorists have been to Maine. It's all too familiar. Shortly after 9/11, when everyone was in a panic over if/when/where terrorists would strike again, our senator addressed the concerned citizens of Maine and explained that we really had nothing to worry about. Portland, the largest city in Maine, really held nothing of value for them to target, etc. I disagree. They had already been to Maine...and apparently liked it. The 911 terrorists ate at OUR Pizza Hut in South Portland, they bought some of the equipment they would use to help kill thousands at OUR Wal-Mart in South Portland. They spent the night before at hotel a hundred yards from where I worked at the time. They flew out of OUR airport in to Boston. Oh, yes, they had been here...and would return.
Why, oh why would terrorists come to our fair Maine? Same reason most do. It's Vacationland. It's laid back. It's peaceful and slow-paced. Many people still leave doors unlocked, children play in the streets, trout jump happily in streams, LL Bean thrives here. We have long hard winters, but we play hard when winter is done. Though things take their sweet time in Maine, people are mostly good-natured, simple folk. Comedian Tim Sample joked that you could rob a bank and keep the money under a blue tarp in the yard and no one would look under it or even be suspicious. We assume it's protecting next winter's fire wood, engine parts for that "cah" you've been rebuildin for the last 15 summahs or your freshly painted "lobstah" pots or buoys.
So, in the last couple of days, the FBI has once again been invited to focus on Maine during the war on terror. We Mainers aren't much used to warring. Last time we got involved seriously on our own soil was the Civil War protecting our ports. The FBI were in South Portland a few days ago collecting someone with suspected ties to the Times Square attempted bombing debacle.
So...fellow Mainers...what to do? I say nothing. Maine is the way life should be. It's our motto. So, we'll continue walking the pier in Old Orchard Beach, kayaking in the lakes region, white-water rafting in the county and antiquing in York County. Because nothing can pluse a Mainer. There will just be more conversations that begin with "Ahyah, Bob, 'nuthah, terrahism scah, down South Portland way. Idn't that sumthan?"
Daily Random Musing: Remember when orange juice came in Tropicana (top of the line), Donald Duck (from concentrate), brand X from concentrate or in a frozen can that you'd mix up yourself? Now...the number of brands and varieties of orange juice boggle my mind. Vitamin enriched, half-sugar, sugar-free, low-acid, no pulp, some pulp, pulp-a-licious, pulp-tastic...I-can't-believe-it's-got-pulp. Stop the insanity. How many options do we truly need???
It's happened again. The terrorists have been to Maine. It's all too familiar. Shortly after 9/11, when everyone was in a panic over if/when/where terrorists would strike again, our senator addressed the concerned citizens of Maine and explained that we really had nothing to worry about. Portland, the largest city in Maine, really held nothing of value for them to target, etc. I disagree. They had already been to Maine...and apparently liked it. The 911 terrorists ate at OUR Pizza Hut in South Portland, they bought some of the equipment they would use to help kill thousands at OUR Wal-Mart in South Portland. They spent the night before at hotel a hundred yards from where I worked at the time. They flew out of OUR airport in to Boston. Oh, yes, they had been here...and would return.
Why, oh why would terrorists come to our fair Maine? Same reason most do. It's Vacationland. It's laid back. It's peaceful and slow-paced. Many people still leave doors unlocked, children play in the streets, trout jump happily in streams, LL Bean thrives here. We have long hard winters, but we play hard when winter is done. Though things take their sweet time in Maine, people are mostly good-natured, simple folk. Comedian Tim Sample joked that you could rob a bank and keep the money under a blue tarp in the yard and no one would look under it or even be suspicious. We assume it's protecting next winter's fire wood, engine parts for that "cah" you've been rebuildin for the last 15 summahs or your freshly painted "lobstah" pots or buoys.
So, in the last couple of days, the FBI has once again been invited to focus on Maine during the war on terror. We Mainers aren't much used to warring. Last time we got involved seriously on our own soil was the Civil War protecting our ports. The FBI were in South Portland a few days ago collecting someone with suspected ties to the Times Square attempted bombing debacle.
So...fellow Mainers...what to do? I say nothing. Maine is the way life should be. It's our motto. So, we'll continue walking the pier in Old Orchard Beach, kayaking in the lakes region, white-water rafting in the county and antiquing in York County. Because nothing can pluse a Mainer. There will just be more conversations that begin with "Ahyah, Bob, 'nuthah, terrahism scah, down South Portland way. Idn't that sumthan?"
Daily Random Musing: Remember when orange juice came in Tropicana (top of the line), Donald Duck (from concentrate), brand X from concentrate or in a frozen can that you'd mix up yourself? Now...the number of brands and varieties of orange juice boggle my mind. Vitamin enriched, half-sugar, sugar-free, low-acid, no pulp, some pulp, pulp-a-licious, pulp-tastic...I-can't-believe-it's-got-pulp. Stop the insanity. How many options do we truly need???
Thursday, March 4, 2010
SVU Episode PC with Kathy Griffin
Gentle readers,
It's mostly my health that has kept me away from my blog the last year and a half. It is that sweet, sweet muse Mariska Hargitay and her character Olivia Benson that brings me back to my keyboard. Last night's episode, which I have nicknamed LesBeConfused, was like a warm hug and a soft kiss combined with an unexpected knee to the mid-section and foot stomp.
It was an episode about lesbians with bunches of lesbian characters. Yay!!! It was an episode in which although lesbians died, none were villains. Yay!!! It was an episode about women empowering themselves to find a criminal tormenting their community. Yay!!! It was supposed to be an episode in which Olivia Benson finally kisses a female. YAY! The female is Kathy Griffin's Babs Duffy and not Stephanie March's Alex Cabot. Okay...fine. But...wait! At the last moment, Dick Wolf, in his infinite wisdom as Law & Order's Grand Pooba, cut the kiss. Now, this kiss was quite literally a split second brushing of lips. The scene surrounding that remained entirely intact, including a rather homophobic quip by Olivia Benson's character. HUH? This would possibly make sense if Law & Order hadn't previously touted itself as a champion of LGBT issues and had GLAAD awards poured upon them for their brilliant previous handling of issues.
Last night was not such an episode, yet it could have been. I would have been okay with almost everything else had the kiss been left in. The result of the "near kiss" was Olivia, who announces herself as straight after the kiss, begins to question herself and her sexuality in a conversation with Chris Meloni's Elliot Stabler.
Kathy Griffin delivers a solid performance and my favorite scene was her drooling over the blond-haired, blue-eyed, long-legged Alex Cabot as any red-blooded lesbian would...or anyone with a pulse. She stopped. She stared. She was in awe. Well done, Ms. Griffin!!!
And Mariska...she delivers a tour de force performance where Olivia leads the "perp" to believe she is a lesbian, quite convincingly, to get him to confess. It was money. Loved it.
Then...and here's that knee shot I was talking about, Bab's full on kisses Elliot Stabler. Why wasn't that kiss cut, Dick Wolf??? And so...Mr. Gay Rights kicks us in the teeth in the end.
Is there a way to redeem himself? Of course there is. Have Olivia's first lesbian kiss be with Alex Cabot as it should be. Whether she decides she's gay or not, clearly there are questions to be answered and territory that needs to be covered to bring this issue to a reasonable resolution.
Will I keep watching SVU? Of course I will as long as Mariska is the star.
Random Musing of the day: Why is it that TV is peppered with ads for pharmaceuticals that deal with erectile dysfunction and issues of the prostate and yet all you need to do to make most men blush and run is say ovaries or uterus? I have had to explain the ins and outs of male plumbing to Daughter, age five, because these commercials air during children's or family programming. I understand it must be disconcerting to suffer these horrible conditions and we must spread the word on these wonderful medications...but really? During Dora?? Honestly?
It's mostly my health that has kept me away from my blog the last year and a half. It is that sweet, sweet muse Mariska Hargitay and her character Olivia Benson that brings me back to my keyboard. Last night's episode, which I have nicknamed LesBeConfused, was like a warm hug and a soft kiss combined with an unexpected knee to the mid-section and foot stomp.
It was an episode about lesbians with bunches of lesbian characters. Yay!!! It was an episode in which although lesbians died, none were villains. Yay!!! It was an episode about women empowering themselves to find a criminal tormenting their community. Yay!!! It was supposed to be an episode in which Olivia Benson finally kisses a female. YAY! The female is Kathy Griffin's Babs Duffy and not Stephanie March's Alex Cabot. Okay...fine. But...wait! At the last moment, Dick Wolf, in his infinite wisdom as Law & Order's Grand Pooba, cut the kiss. Now, this kiss was quite literally a split second brushing of lips. The scene surrounding that remained entirely intact, including a rather homophobic quip by Olivia Benson's character. HUH? This would possibly make sense if Law & Order hadn't previously touted itself as a champion of LGBT issues and had GLAAD awards poured upon them for their brilliant previous handling of issues.
Last night was not such an episode, yet it could have been. I would have been okay with almost everything else had the kiss been left in. The result of the "near kiss" was Olivia, who announces herself as straight after the kiss, begins to question herself and her sexuality in a conversation with Chris Meloni's Elliot Stabler.
Kathy Griffin delivers a solid performance and my favorite scene was her drooling over the blond-haired, blue-eyed, long-legged Alex Cabot as any red-blooded lesbian would...or anyone with a pulse. She stopped. She stared. She was in awe. Well done, Ms. Griffin!!!
And Mariska...she delivers a tour de force performance where Olivia leads the "perp" to believe she is a lesbian, quite convincingly, to get him to confess. It was money. Loved it.
Then...and here's that knee shot I was talking about, Bab's full on kisses Elliot Stabler. Why wasn't that kiss cut, Dick Wolf??? And so...Mr. Gay Rights kicks us in the teeth in the end.
Is there a way to redeem himself? Of course there is. Have Olivia's first lesbian kiss be with Alex Cabot as it should be. Whether she decides she's gay or not, clearly there are questions to be answered and territory that needs to be covered to bring this issue to a reasonable resolution.
Will I keep watching SVU? Of course I will as long as Mariska is the star.
Random Musing of the day: Why is it that TV is peppered with ads for pharmaceuticals that deal with erectile dysfunction and issues of the prostate and yet all you need to do to make most men blush and run is say ovaries or uterus? I have had to explain the ins and outs of male plumbing to Daughter, age five, because these commercials air during children's or family programming. I understand it must be disconcerting to suffer these horrible conditions and we must spread the word on these wonderful medications...but really? During Dora?? Honestly?
Sunday, November 2, 2008
The Philosophy of Cereal
Gentle readers,
So, this morning, as I took my breakfast of Alpha-Bits cereal with Daughter, an interesting corollary hit me. Cereal and elections are a lot alike. Stay with me.
I started with a full bowl of cereal and added my milk. I was hungry and looking forward to my cereal. I was even smiling. I took the first bite and there was a perfect blend of crispy cereal and cold milk. Yum.
Then, half-way through the bowl, the cereal was getting soggy, the milk was now room temperature and tasted sweeter than it did at the start.
Uh oh, I'm at the end of the bowl and I've still got milk left. I'll just add a little more cereal and try to get things to work out a bit more evenly. So, with all the skills of spatial reasoning that I've got, I tip the box and add more...I even toss three errant pieces in just for measure.
Ok, now we're talking. Not quite where we started, but better than the soggy mess I previously had in my bowl. I crunch happily even though I'm not really hungry any more.
WHAT?! Still more milk than cereal is left in the bottom of my bowl. In the interest of not being at breakfast until past noon trying to puzzle out the divine milk to cereal ratio, I lift the bowl to my lips and drink down the remaining milk. It's got small chunks of cereal in it and it's WAY sweeter than it was when we started. But, it's over now and at a minimum I've taken care of the issue for now.
And so it goes with elections. At the beginning things are fresh and crisp and we're excited about the prospects. At the middle, comes the primaries...things are starting to get soggy, but we're still hungry, so we eat. After primaries, we're stuck with what's left. We can try really hard to make it perfect, but in the end we just want to get it over with for another four years.
No matter what your favorite cereal is, you've likely faced the same dilemma at breakfast time. Hasn't stopped you from eating cereal, has it? Likewise, elections are almost over. In a few short days, the ads we are being inundated with that are approved by John/Jane Candidate will cease for now. So, no matter your political beliefs or affiliations, on November 4th...VOTE!!!
Random Musing Item: Who decides which letters will go in the box of Alpha-Bits? There seems to be a serious disparity in the letters and amount of them in each box. Hmmmm....conspiracy?
So, this morning, as I took my breakfast of Alpha-Bits cereal with Daughter, an interesting corollary hit me. Cereal and elections are a lot alike. Stay with me.
I started with a full bowl of cereal and added my milk. I was hungry and looking forward to my cereal. I was even smiling. I took the first bite and there was a perfect blend of crispy cereal and cold milk. Yum.
Then, half-way through the bowl, the cereal was getting soggy, the milk was now room temperature and tasted sweeter than it did at the start.
Uh oh, I'm at the end of the bowl and I've still got milk left. I'll just add a little more cereal and try to get things to work out a bit more evenly. So, with all the skills of spatial reasoning that I've got, I tip the box and add more...I even toss three errant pieces in just for measure.
Ok, now we're talking. Not quite where we started, but better than the soggy mess I previously had in my bowl. I crunch happily even though I'm not really hungry any more.
WHAT?! Still more milk than cereal is left in the bottom of my bowl. In the interest of not being at breakfast until past noon trying to puzzle out the divine milk to cereal ratio, I lift the bowl to my lips and drink down the remaining milk. It's got small chunks of cereal in it and it's WAY sweeter than it was when we started. But, it's over now and at a minimum I've taken care of the issue for now.
And so it goes with elections. At the beginning things are fresh and crisp and we're excited about the prospects. At the middle, comes the primaries...things are starting to get soggy, but we're still hungry, so we eat. After primaries, we're stuck with what's left. We can try really hard to make it perfect, but in the end we just want to get it over with for another four years.
No matter what your favorite cereal is, you've likely faced the same dilemma at breakfast time. Hasn't stopped you from eating cereal, has it? Likewise, elections are almost over. In a few short days, the ads we are being inundated with that are approved by John/Jane Candidate will cease for now. So, no matter your political beliefs or affiliations, on November 4th...VOTE!!!
Random Musing Item: Who decides which letters will go in the box of Alpha-Bits? There seems to be a serious disparity in the letters and amount of them in each box. Hmmmm....conspiracy?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
The "scope" of things
Gentle readers,
In the wake of my recent medical drama has come myriad medical procedures. The latest and greatest of which involve the procedures of endoscopy and colonoscopy. For me the worst part of any procedure is always the IV. Hate needles with a blind passion.
The gastroenterology center where I had my procedures done was great. Loved the doctor, loved the nurses.
For anyone facing either of those procedures, it's really no big deal. The prep for the colonoscopy is no day at the beach...it's more like a day on the toilet after drinking a couple bottles of Liquid Plumber, but still not the worst thing. They put you to sleep, send the camera crew in and wake you when it's over. Post procedure I'd have to say mild discomfort for a day or so but nothing noteworthy.
The bottom line is that while we have no idea what's causing my issues yet, we now know a couple of things that it's not. It's not Celiac Disease, which is good news. Beer can remain a part of my life. It's not internal bleeding either...also good news.
One of my friends commented that now I have enough footage of my insides for a short film. Watch for Inside and Out: the story of a lesbian with diagnosis unknown coming soon to a film festival near you!
Random Musing Item: You ever wonder about who/how people discovered certain foods? A couple that recently crossed my mind: Ice cream and bread...how do you discover that? I mean fruits and veggies and sundry animals I get. We watched what the animals ate and followed their lead I would assume. But how do we arrive at a multi-step processes that yield certain foods?
In the wake of my recent medical drama has come myriad medical procedures. The latest and greatest of which involve the procedures of endoscopy and colonoscopy. For me the worst part of any procedure is always the IV. Hate needles with a blind passion.
The gastroenterology center where I had my procedures done was great. Loved the doctor, loved the nurses.
For anyone facing either of those procedures, it's really no big deal. The prep for the colonoscopy is no day at the beach...it's more like a day on the toilet after drinking a couple bottles of Liquid Plumber, but still not the worst thing. They put you to sleep, send the camera crew in and wake you when it's over. Post procedure I'd have to say mild discomfort for a day or so but nothing noteworthy.
The bottom line is that while we have no idea what's causing my issues yet, we now know a couple of things that it's not. It's not Celiac Disease, which is good news. Beer can remain a part of my life. It's not internal bleeding either...also good news.
One of my friends commented that now I have enough footage of my insides for a short film. Watch for Inside and Out: the story of a lesbian with diagnosis unknown coming soon to a film festival near you!
Random Musing Item: You ever wonder about who/how people discovered certain foods? A couple that recently crossed my mind: Ice cream and bread...how do you discover that? I mean fruits and veggies and sundry animals I get. We watched what the animals ate and followed their lead I would assume. But how do we arrive at a multi-step processes that yield certain foods?
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Putting the Iron in Irony
Gentle readers,
So, yes, it's true...WYM is not a fan of needles. Don't care for hospitals/doctors much. Yet, here I am rapidly approaching the nickname "Pin Cushion". In the latest episode of my medical drama, I am receiving intravenous iron twice a week starting today. It's very much in the style of chemotherapy. Yay me.
So I arrive at the hematologist/oncologist and am greeted by having two viles of blood drawn. What never ceases to amaze me is the phlebotomist always looks me in the eye and says "Which arm is better?" Now hear me out. I'm a financial advisor. Say for instance I go to a client meeting with information on mutual funds, lay the data at their feet and say "Ok, Mr and Mrs Jones, which mutual fund is better?" Well, now, that just sounds silly. That's what they are paying me for. Duh! Right?
So, why, oh, why do they expect me to look at my arm and direct them to the best possible vein I've got? Do people do this? Do they say "Well, Sally, I've got a swell vein right here. Works like a charm. Here...hand me that syringe and I'll do it myself." So, I always look the tech right back in the eye, turn on the WYM charm (why upset the lady with the sharp object that she'll shortly be jabbing me with?) and declare. "Nuh uh...the lady with the needle gets her choice. My job is to not pass out. Deal?"
And here's your daily dose of irony...I wound up being assigned 6 IV iron treatments. That's right, WYM...you get the pleasure of an IV being inserted 6 times. Pray that I don't pass out at least once.
So, yes, it's true...WYM is not a fan of needles. Don't care for hospitals/doctors much. Yet, here I am rapidly approaching the nickname "Pin Cushion". In the latest episode of my medical drama, I am receiving intravenous iron twice a week starting today. It's very much in the style of chemotherapy. Yay me.
So I arrive at the hematologist/oncologist and am greeted by having two viles of blood drawn. What never ceases to amaze me is the phlebotomist always looks me in the eye and says "Which arm is better?" Now hear me out. I'm a financial advisor. Say for instance I go to a client meeting with information on mutual funds, lay the data at their feet and say "Ok, Mr and Mrs Jones, which mutual fund is better?" Well, now, that just sounds silly. That's what they are paying me for. Duh! Right?
So, why, oh, why do they expect me to look at my arm and direct them to the best possible vein I've got? Do people do this? Do they say "Well, Sally, I've got a swell vein right here. Works like a charm. Here...hand me that syringe and I'll do it myself." So, I always look the tech right back in the eye, turn on the WYM charm (why upset the lady with the sharp object that she'll shortly be jabbing me with?) and declare. "Nuh uh...the lady with the needle gets her choice. My job is to not pass out. Deal?"
And here's your daily dose of irony...I wound up being assigned 6 IV iron treatments. That's right, WYM...you get the pleasure of an IV being inserted 6 times. Pray that I don't pass out at least once.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
A different kind of Mother's Day
Gentle Readers,
Happy Mother's Day to all. That's right...everybody, even the boys. Today, rather than using a constricted definition of mother, I'd like to celebrate the maternal spirit. There are some women devoid of maternal instinct and some men who have it in spades. Maternal instinct is that which makes us want to care for and protect other living things and nurture other's spirits. That instinct isn't reserved for just those of us with children nor those of us who have given birth.
Whether you're caring for a dog, cat, goldfish, rabbit, tadpole or child, whether you're protecting family, a friend, a co-worker or complete strangers, whether you're nurturing the spirit of a son, daughter, grandchild, niece, nephew, friend, godchild, or a stranger...spare a thought for yourself today.
For those of you who make mothering a part of your life whether you gave birth or not, I salute you and I thank you.
So, from the bottom of my heart to those who care for, protect and nurture...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!
Not so random musing item: A special wish goes out to BB for changing my life forever and for better in the most amazing way. Happy Mother's Day! No matter what else happens, we done one thing good.
Happy Mother's Day to all. That's right...everybody, even the boys. Today, rather than using a constricted definition of mother, I'd like to celebrate the maternal spirit. There are some women devoid of maternal instinct and some men who have it in spades. Maternal instinct is that which makes us want to care for and protect other living things and nurture other's spirits. That instinct isn't reserved for just those of us with children nor those of us who have given birth.
Whether you're caring for a dog, cat, goldfish, rabbit, tadpole or child, whether you're protecting family, a friend, a co-worker or complete strangers, whether you're nurturing the spirit of a son, daughter, grandchild, niece, nephew, friend, godchild, or a stranger...spare a thought for yourself today.
For those of you who make mothering a part of your life whether you gave birth or not, I salute you and I thank you.
So, from the bottom of my heart to those who care for, protect and nurture...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!
Not so random musing item: A special wish goes out to BB for changing my life forever and for better in the most amazing way. Happy Mother's Day! No matter what else happens, we done one thing good.
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