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25 August 2009 @ 05:02 pm

Michael Vick? Tortures pupies, spends a year and a half in jail, is playing ball again already.

Donte Stallworth? Drunkenly runs a man down, will spend *24 DAYS* in Jail, be eligible to play ball again in January.

Plaxico Burress SHOOTS HIMSELF IN THE LEG and is going to prison for two years. I'm not saying he didn't do anything wrong, or that he shouldn't go to jail at all, or lose his ability to play ball, or be tarred and feathered and whatever else you want to do to him (dude, have you seen the way he snatches the ball out of the air? if it gets the motherfucker of the giants, i'm all for it) but let's think about how asinine this is for like five minutes, huh?

I realize this is all indicative of a system that is preferential to celebrity, and conflicted about coddling that celebrity when it comes in brown packaging. but like, wtf, really? the only thing/person/object he hurt was himself- slap him on the wrist and be done with it, if you're going to do it; do not slap on the wrist the man who ran over some guy.
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02 August 2009 @ 11:51 pm
I can't sleeeeeep.
I took my sleeping medication more than an hour and a half ago. I tried setting the sleep timer on the TV, I tried just leaving it off. and I toss and turn and toss and then I have to pee and then my neck hurts and i can't get comfortable and I'm still. the fuck. awake.

I'm feeling a little like the ambien is hit or miss; which makes me sad because it started out being spot-on. and I slept fine the last couple of nights, but I'm just a wreck tonight. meh. the last time I slept so poorly I had panic attacks for a day and a half.
needz moar slieps, plz.
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18 July 2009 @ 04:29 pm
cheapest way to get from philly to boston on a friday afternooon.
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28 April 2009 @ 12:58 pm
Has everybody heard this today?

I have never been a big fan of Specter's; but I've always respected his ability to vote his conscience on issues that mattered to him instead of toeing the party line. To gauge his own beliefs, look around at one's party, and say, "Oh, hell, these guys are WAY too far right for me", offer to return campaign contributions, and frankly, in PA, really put your neck and your seat on the line-- you know how the saying goes; PA is Philadelphia on one end, Pittsburgh on the other, and Alabama in the middle. (I've also heard Kentucky; but having spent a considerable amount of growing up in alabama, that's what sticks) You look at a political breakdown, and you see the Urban Archipelago really clearly in PA; two big blue splotches and a sea of red.
Anyway, this also makes him the 59th(?) dem in the senate, while not a hard-line party voter, it's still a big fucking deal.
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15 April 2009 @ 08:26 pm
This Booj post reminded me of something that Gene and I have argued idly from time to time, and not too many parents have ever agreed with me about, and yet-- I always have felt pretty firmly about it.

In the event of something like Armageddon (the movie, not the biblical event) except where they can't heroically save the world from the asteroid at the zero hour; or some sort of inescapable worldwide plague that would kill everyone with boiling eyeballs and melting skin or whatever, or like, imminent nuclear bombing or something, I think the right thing to do is to peacefully poison your children before they have to die slowly and painfully. put them to sleep. I don't think it'd be easy or anything, but given the choice between letting them have a peaceful death and boiling eyeballs?
I realize that most people never think about that stuff, but when they do, seriously, who would prefer to let their kids die miserably?
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15 April 2009 @ 04:56 pm
last night,
as did I
and what was yours?
that dreamers often lie...

Okay, um, that aside. I *did* have a dream, that put me in mind of something. my favortite non-short poem is Evangeline. For those that who have never heard of, or read it (first of all, go out and read it RIGHT NOW) It tells the story of two young lovers seperated during the Grande Derangement of the Acadiens, and how she spends her whole life searching for him, alone and desolate, and finds him on his deathbed when they're both old. It's really quite beautiful and sad. Anyway, it's been dramatized several times, but to my knowledge, never modernized. and I wondered, is it plausible? Like: Is that story transmutable to a modern setting-- If you took people forcibly relocated at some point (although obviously not Acadien) in the not too distant past, would their story be believable in the now? I've been rolling it in my brain all day. I know I don't write as much as I should or could, and something like this is sort of lazy writing to begin with (although i don't have screenwriting software, so it could be easier) but I just can't wrap myself around whether it's capable of being realistic in a modern setting. ponderous.
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14 April 2009 @ 04:44 pm
This is the best article I've read. It says the things I couldn't put into words myself.

I know NONE of my friends are sports fans (seriously, wtf people), but my heart broke yesterday afternoon. I actually cried. I've been a baseball fan for as long as I can remember-- I've played, coached, taught, and hunkered down with the family in front of the tv to watch games. Every Ball I smacked into the outfield, every impossible catch, every great throw, you can't help but imagine Harry Kalas' voice booming over the play. Dad only ever got nosebleed seats at the Vet, and I couldn't ever go-- I got way too scared. The first game I went to was during the '93 season, and it was a dream, and the only disadvantage to being there, right in the stands, was not hearing Harry the K. We took Jason to his first game, regrettably not last year, but the year before, and it was the same thing--amazing, but for someone who grew up with the voice of baseball, lacking commentary. The radio has gone quiet permanently, now.

I know it's weird to be sad about the death of someone you don't know, when I often am not even affected by the death of the people I know pretty closely; but ultimately, this is someone I welcomed into my home 162 days a year for the last 24 years that I can remember. Who else can I say that about?
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27 March 2009 @ 12:43 pm
Apparently, I lock too many of my posts to make it easy to e-stalk me. ignoring the fact that, you know, my myspace and facebook aren't locked or anything. Anywayway, I lock most of my posts, without going totally friends-only, because (gasp) I talk about stuff not fit for general consumption a lot of the time. I talk about stuff I'm not willing to share with the unwashed masses, so to speak. Furthermore, I know that some people read my LJ with some consistency who then go and talk to gene, and if I wanted him to read every nasty thing I ever said about him, I'd just up and tell him, not let him hear it from someone else.

Furthermore, if you think I'm writing the interesting stuff in my LJ under lock and key, friend me, and read the whole thing. it's actually not that fascinating. I just actually have a vaguely private life, and if i can filter WHO is reading about it, I will. (my privacy issues are well documented and family related)

That said: healthwise, I'm getting a little better. they've diagnosed SLE as a cause for the strokes, I'm almost started walking without issue, I'm still dizzy. I'm taking immunosuppressants.

spawnwise, he's well. he has his dance recital in May. he's getting less spastic.

everything else, well-- suck it up, i'm not sharing with someone who's just stalking and not opening up a direct dialogue. bite me :-)