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Hawaii May Honor Humuhumunukunukuapuaa
(Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?)

Details Revealed about Huge Dinosaurs
(They weren't big EVERYWHERE, if you know what I mean, wink wink...)










Grants Fund Study of Suburban Bobcats
(Early research results find that they drive Hummers and enroll their offspring in exclusive soccer teams and ballet classes. Also, a visual joke; the photo at left is of BOBCAT Goldthwait...get it? Yeah, I know - I was reaching.)









Future sex: gizmos, robots
(Sounds like just another Saturday night for George Lucas...)










So…I re-enacted my psychological meltdown for you yesterday. Ed H. (author of Pools of Sorrow Waves of Joy, check my list of links) called me because he was worried. He was really impressed with the writing, but he told me to accept the fact that maybe some of the actions were related to my personality and that’s necessarily not a bad thing. I’m not sure I can do that readily, because that part of me has cost me so much. But I can certainly be open to that point of view.

Well, gee…I don’t quite know what to say now.



I found out what a “hollaback girl” was, and it’s not just a woman with a spine ailment. Click on the quoted phrase to go directly to the letter defining this concept. I guess I’m not really losing sleep over that one. Even though the song conveys a feminist thought (being your own person as opposed to a follower), isn’t the whole idea behind pop/rock music (or entertainment in general) is to create followers?

Maybe I’m just thinking too much. I’ve been told I do that occasionally. Not that it’s a bad thing, per se, but hey…that’s what one has to do sometimes in order to sort the s**t from the shineola.

Other thoughts? Why thank you, don’t mind if I do!

Ramble #1:

I have worn glasses since age 6. I’m cool with it. I’m virtually useless without them, in fact.

Which brings me to the subject of…Quincy Magoo, the patron saint of myopes.

Personally, as a person who is both nearsighted and stubborn, I think Mr. Magoo is really funny. His stubborn-ness is what gets him into trouble, and he manages to get out without much problem.

For example, I think if I tried driving without my glasses, I’d be Maryland’s new state vegetable. But somehow, Quincy Magoo does it (again and again), and comes out relatively unscathed. That’s not fair, or even remotely plausible, but that’s how it goes.

There was controversy when the live-action version of “Mr. Magoo” came out, stating that it made fun of visually impaired folks. I didn’t see the whole movie, just clips, but I have to agree…the film-makers missed the point.

What was funny about the original cartoons was not the fact that Mr. Magoo couldn’t see. It was how Mr. Magoo bent the world to fit what he thought it was, and magically he came away unscathed. On the few occasions that his vision was corrected, he was disappointed in the results. I can’t say as I blame him…I know that Christmas trees look a lot better to my mother and me with our glasses off. So do street lights and stop lights.

Just don’t ask us to drive with our specs off.


Ramble #2


I have become hooked on “Big Love” (as you know). Man…that show is well written and well acted. I really think if “The Book of Daniel” was put on cable instead of network, it would have worked a heck of a lot better, you know? But I digress…

However, as I mentioned before…I’ve been thinking too much. I like the show, but it makes me think, which is dangerous. For example…

OK..ya got three women and one man. The guy has a sweet deal, you know? He gets to have sex, basically, every night of the week if he chooses. The scenery and the partner changes, but he gets to engage in that sacred act every night if he wants. However, the women aren’t as (if you’ll pardon the term) flexible. Between their monthly cycles and/or pregnancy, their schedule is more subject to downsizing. Where’s the fun in that?

I think that polygamy should be equal – that is, if one man can have multiple wives, why can’t a woman have multiple husbands?

Check it out…for example, if I had multiple husbands, I would never have to take the garbage out again. I would never have to change my own oil. I could have the whole separate houses with common backyard scenario working for me. We could have schedules just like they do on “Big Love”. The “boys” could sit in the dining room and plan it all out. All I would have to do is go to work, come home, eat, follow the schedule…etc.

Oh no…I’ve started thinking again…if I have three spouses, I’ll never get the remote back.

I’ll have to understand sports, or even worse, HUNTING.

I’ll have to go to Hooters.

And what if I’m on my monthly cycle? Then they’ll have to do something to chase the dragon (so to speak).

I may even have to go to Home Depot and help carry stuff.

And what if they want kids? I’m not popping out any.

What if they all decide they want their mothers to come visit, and none of their mothers LIKE me?

The final straw…what if they all like NASCAR???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Wow.

OK…here’s the final ramble.

Ramble #3

I am also totally enamoured of “Huff”. Hank Azaria is quite easy on the eyes, and he’s a wonderful actor. (Unless there’s stuff I don’t know about, Helen Hunt was really stupid for dumping Hank, BTW. He’s fine as can be.)

But again, I’ve been thinking.

I’ve been going to therapy off and on since 1994, and on meds since 1998. Even though I have a mental illness, it is not one that so completely clouds my decision making that I should be prohibited from entering into a contract.

However, in “Huff”, Dr. Huffstodt and his schizophrenic brother Teddy (played by Andy Comeau) do just that.

It amazed me…Teddy didn’t want to go back to Woodburn (his previous “home”) and Izzy (their mom) didn’t want to quit drinking long enough to actually help deal with the situation, so Huff and Teddy go to Russell’s (sleazy lawyer with heart of gold) office to draw up a contract.

I was thinking, yes indeed…and really, I was a little ticked with the show.

Yes, Teddy should have some say in where he is going to be living. He’s the one that has to live there. He should also have some influence with other matters, such as medications. I agree his voice should be heard on matters that involve him.

But a contract? Shouldn’t Dr. Huffstodt (or for that matter, Russell) know better? Think about it; people in this country look to television (whether news, reality shows or fictional scenarios) as examples of how to do things. I think this show has a medical consultant as well, so the show can ring true. For the life of me, this scenario is so very “not plausible”.

I can’t imagine two professionals – one who has a working knowledge of legal obligations, and the other who has a working knowledge of mental illness and diminished mental capacity – being cool with this.

Other than that, everything else seems pretty true to life. If you have a chance, check it out on Showtime or buy season 1’s box set. You will get sucked in, I guarantee.

OK…that’s enough for now. I have people to harass…gotta get to it.

Sudiegirl