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<br />Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-36820950823566346812008-12-16T10:28:00.000-08:002008-12-16T10:31:02.933-08:00Giving Up The GhostI'm not one to easily admit defeat, but let's face it. This blog is getting ignored. I'm just not posting here any more. Sorry folks, but two blogs is just too many. So, until further notice, you can find me over at my other blog. I'm not saying this blog is dead, I'm not ready to do that yet. But, there is just no point in fighting it anymore.<br /><br />So, head on over.<br /><br /><a href="http://heidichampa.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">This way to my other blog. . . . .</span></a>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-52749619481630938832008-11-05T13:46:00.000-08:002008-11-05T14:04:21.722-08:00A New Day<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SRIWHH9eDqI/AAAAAAAAASU/xFwG4TXWO1Y/s1600-h/01obamamalia_wideweb__470x312,0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265295226001297058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SRIWHH9eDqI/AAAAAAAAASU/xFwG4TXWO1Y/s400/01obamamalia_wideweb__470x312,0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm proud of us, America. I really am. It is a new day, and a new chance. Read these words and tell me that you don't feel proud to be an American again. Barack Obama's speech is a truly inspiration moment.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*The full text of president-elect Barack Obama's victory speech yesterday before a crowd of supporters in Chicago.*<br /></div><br /><div>"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.<br /></div><br /><div>"It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.<br /></div><br /><div>"It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.<br /></div><br /><div>"It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.<br /></div><br /><div>"It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.<br /></div><br /><div>"I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.<br /></div><br /><div>"I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.<br /></div><div> </div><div>"I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House. And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.<br /></div><div>"To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics, you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.<br /></div><br /><div>"But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to: It belongs to you.<br />"I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington, it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.<br />"It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and 10 dollars and 20 dollars to this cause.<br /></div><br /><div>"It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organised, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.<br /></div><br /><div>"I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime, two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.<br /></div><br /><div>"Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for college.<br /></div><br /><div>"There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.<br /></div><br /><div>"The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you we as a people will get there.<br /></div><br /><div>"There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree.<br /></div><br /><div>"And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for 221 years; block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.<br />"What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek, it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.<br /></div><br /><div>"So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other.<br /></div><br /><div>"Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers in this country. We rise or fall as one nation; as one people.<br /></div><br /><div>"Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House; a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity.<br /></div><br /><div>"Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.<br /></div><br /><div>"As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, 'We are not enemies but friends, though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.' And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your president too.<br /></div><br /><div>"And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.<br />"To those who would tear this world down we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright, tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.<br /></div><br /><div>"For that is the true genius of America -- that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.<br />"This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing -- Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.<br /></div><br /><div>"She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons because she was a woman and because of the colour of her skin.<br /></div><br /><div>"And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America; the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.<br /></div><br /><div>"At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them </div><br /><div>stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.<br /></div><br /><div>"When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.<br /></div><br /><div>"When the bombs fell on our harbour and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.<br /></div><br /><div>"She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that 'We shall overcome.' Yes we can.<br /></div><br /><div>"A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.<br /></div><br /><div>"America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves: If our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?<br /></div><br /><div>"This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:<br /></div><br /><div>"Yes we can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America."</div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-74441182839075183012008-11-02T11:46:00.000-08:002008-11-02T11:56:56.526-08:00This is How the World Sees UsWake up America. This is how the rest of the world sees us. It's time to change that. The editorial appeared in several Australian newspapers and was written by a columnist for the Guardian UK. It is scary that it has come to this.<br /><br /><br />The Triumph of Ignorance<br /><a href="http://www.monbiot.com/">George Monbiot </a><br />November 3, 2008<br /><br />HOW was it allowed to happen? How did politics in the US come to be dominated by people who make a virtue out of ignorance? Was it charity that has permitted mankind's closest living relative to spend two terms as president? How did Sarah Palin, Dan Quayle and other such gibbering numbskulls get to where they are? How could Republican rallies in 2008 be drowned out by screaming ignoramuses insisting that Barack Obama was a Muslim and a terrorist?<br /><br />Like most people on the other side of the world, I have for many years been mystified by American politics. The US has the world's best universities and attracts the finest minds. It dominates discoveries in science and medicine. Its wealth and power depend on the application of knowledge. Yet, uniquely among the developed nations (with the possible exception of Australia), learning is a grave political disadvantage.<br /><br />There have been exceptions over the past century — Franklin Roosevelt, John Kennedy and Bill Clinton tempered their intellectualism with the common touch and survived — but Adlaid Stevenson, Al Gore and John Kerry were successfully tarred by their opponents as members of a cerebral elite.<br /><br />Perhaps the defining moment in the collapse of intelligent politics was Ronald Reagan's response to Jimmy Carter during the 1980 presidential debate. Carter — stumbling a little, using long words — carefully enumerated the benefits of national health insurance. Reagan smiled and said: "There you go again." His own health program would have appalled most Americans, had he explained it carefully, but he had avoided tough political issues by making his opponents look like wonks.<br /><br />It wasn't always like this. The founding fathers — Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, John Adams, Alexander Hamilton and others — were among the greatest thinkers of their age. They felt no need to make a secret of it. How did the project they launched degenerate into George W. Bush and Sarah Palin?<br /><br />On one level, this is easy to answer. Ignorant politicians are elected by ignorant people. US education, like the US health system, is notorious for its failures. One adult in five believes the sun revolves round the earth; only 26% accept that evolution takes place by natural selection; two-thirds of young adults are unable to find Iraq on a map; the maths skills of 15-year-olds in the US are ranked 24th out of the 29 countries of the OECD. Susan Jacoby's book The Age of American Unreason provides the fullest explanation I have read of how so many US citizens became so suspicious of intelligence. She shows that the degradation of US politics results from a series of interlocking tragedies.<br /><br />One theme is both familiar and clear: fundamentalist religion — makes you stupid. The US is the only rich country in which Christian fundamentalism is vast and growing. Jacoby shows that there was once a certain logic to its anti-rationalism.<br /><br />During the first few decades after the publication of The Origin of Species, for instance, Americans had good reason to reject the theory of natural selection and to treat public intellectuals with suspicion. From the beginning, Darwin's theory was mixed up in the US with the brutal philosophy — now known as social Darwinism — of the British writer Herbert Spencer. Spencer's doctrine, suggested that millionaires stood at the top of a scala natura established by evolution. By preventing unfit people being weeded out, government intervention weakened the nation. Gross economic inequalities were both justifiable and necessary.<br /><br />Darwinism, in other words, became indistinguishable from the most bestial form of laissez-faire economics. It is ironic that the doctrine rejected a century ago by such prominent fundamentalists as William Jennings Bryan is now central to the economic thinking of the Christian right. Modern fundamentalists reject the science of Darwinian evolution and accept the pseudoscience of social Darwinism.<br /><br />But there were other, more powerful, reasons for the intellectual isolation of the fundamentalists. The US is peculiar in devolving the control of education to local authorities. Teaching in the southern states was dominated by the views of an ignorant aristocracy of planters, and a great educational gulf opened up. "In the south," Jacoby writes, "what can only be described as an intellectual blockade was imposed in order to keep out any ideas that might threaten the social order."<br /><br />The Southern Baptist Convention, now the biggest denomination in the US, was to slavery and segregation what the Dutch Reformed Church was to apartheid in South Africa. It has done more than any other force to keep the south stupid. In the 1960s it tried to stave off desegregation by establishing private schools and universities. A student can now progress from kindergarten to a higher degree without any exposure to secular teaching. University of Texas researchers found in 1998 that one in four of the state's state school biology teachers believed humans and dinosaurs lived on earth at the same time.<br /><br />This tragedy has been assisted by the American fetishisation of self-education. Though he greatly regretted his lack of formal teaching, Abraham Lincoln's career is repeatedly cited as evidence that good state education is unnecessary: all that is required to succeed is determination and rugged individualism. This might have served people well when genuine self-education movements were in vogue. In the age of infotainment, it is a recipe for confusion.<br /><br />Besides fundamentalist religion, perhaps the most potent reason intellectuals struggle in elections is that intellectualism has been equated with subversion. The brief flirtation of some thinkers with communism a long time ago has been used to create an impression that all intellectuals are communists.<br /><br />The spectre of pointy-headed alien subversives was crucial to the election of Reagan and Bush. A genuine intellectual elite — like the neocons (some of them former communists) surrounding Bush — has managed to pitch the political conflict as a battle between ordinary Americans and an over-educated pinko establishment. Any attempt to challenge the ideas of the rightwing elite has been branded as elitism.<br /><br />Obama has a lot to offer the US, but none of this will stop if he wins. Until the great failures of the US education system are reversed or religious fundamentalism withers, there will be political opportunities for people, like Bush and Palin, who flaunt their ignorance.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-65831238054383238952008-10-23T17:29:00.000-07:002008-10-23T17:41:35.217-07:00Cinder-Fucking-Rella<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SQEZnmzNahI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7M78r0wd5jc/s1600-h/bors-palin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260514007966378514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SQEZnmzNahI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7M78r0wd5jc/s320/bors-palin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Much has been made of Sarah Palin's recent shopping spree in the area of $150,000. I've heard many excuses as to why she needed the clothes and why it really isn't a big deal. I couldn't agree more. I mean after all, you have to dress for the job you want, right? Isn't this really just a classic case of Pretty Woman?</div><br /><div>Hear me out. Richard Gere needed a classy, respectable lady to accompany him on a week's worth of events. But, he didn't want the emotional baggage of a real woman. So he hired the hooker with the heart of gold, Julia Roberts to be his "beck-and-call girl." Isn't John McCain doing the same thing?</div><br /><div>He needed a running mate that was new, exciting and fresh. What he found was Sarah Palin. She was okay, but I think we can all agree that the frosted lipstick and shoulder pads had to go. So, he gave Sarah the charge card and told her to buy some clothes. "Where do I go for the clothes; good stuff, on him?" Neimans, baby!!</div><br /><div>So, she needed clothes to be seen at good places. The opera, polo matches, Joe the Plumbers house. Things like that. He dressed her up, made her a lady and besides, the clothes were appropriate. The next thing you know, John McCain is going to flip closed that velvet box on Sarah's fingers. You know, the box holding that Flag Pin she is so fond of. I can almost hear her cackle-like laughter now. </div><br /><div>When you buy and pay for your running mate, she's bound to need something more besides that Lycra dress you picked her up in. So, let's put this whole thing into perspective. Dressing like a well paid hooker takes lots of cash. Especially when you are trying to convince people you're just like them. Political hookers are no different. This pig needed a lot of lipstick. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-51311178826397548632008-10-21T12:20:00.000-07:002008-10-21T12:33:06.875-07:00Stimulate Me<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SP4uZAz2bEI/AAAAAAAAARs/XxeiTwZl_dA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259692422064401474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SP4uZAz2bEI/AAAAAAAAARs/XxeiTwZl_dA/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sometimes, I feel responsible for this whole economic crisis. After all, it was Greazy and I who spent our "stimulus" money in Australia, instead of here at home. Is that wrong? But, now I hear they want to do it all again. <a href="http://business.smh.com.au/business/fed-chief-urges-extra-stimulus-20081021-55m2.html.">Give us more money</a>. </div><br /><div>I'd like to say I'll spend all that cash here, but then <a href="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/articles/2008/10/20/1224351113067.html">I read this</a>. Turns out, the Aussie dollar is back in the crapper, and the exchange rate is quickly plummeting. Which means, if I take that new "stimulus" money over there, it would go a lot further this time. </div><br /><div>What is a girl to do? 60 cents on the dollar is really too good to pass up. And, let's face it. We're going to hell here anyway, don't we deserve another vacation?</div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-25550266845234461342008-10-09T23:08:00.000-07:002008-10-09T23:20:22.638-07:00Bits and Pieces*Love <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2008/10/09/1223145603452.html">this article </a>about the latest rash of ladies loving ladies.<br /><br />*I just don't like Sarah Silverman. There I've said it, and I feel better.<br /><br />*MMA is gay. And, now it <a href="http://www.comcast.net/sports/russakoffrules/13290/kimboinlimbo/">might be fixed</a>. Who the hell cares?<br /><br />*Sarah Palin, if you're so fucking real, then why is it a problem to show your "real" face on the <a href="http://bittenandbound.com/2008/10/08/palin-newsweek-cover-photo-no-photoshop-here/">cover of Newsweek</a>. Get over it, you're not as hot as conservative men say you are.<br /><br />*Hugh Hefner is getting over his break-up with his girl Holly, <a href="http://celebglitz.com/35787/Celebrity-Gossip/twins-karissa-kristina-shannon-amy-leigh-andrews-hef-s-new-girls.aspx">by dating twins</a>. Ewwww. Yuck.<br /><br />*How am I supposed to go on when Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas <a href="http://celebglitz.com/35785/Celebrity-Gossip/joe-jonas-and-taylor-swift-breakup.aspx">have broken up</a>.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-81816331439994525472008-09-15T12:32:00.000-07:002008-09-15T12:35:51.385-07:00The Sounds of Silence<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SM65DUf1ZEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/O4cYrWy_gdU/s1600-h/shhh%25201.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246334082626184258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SM65DUf1ZEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/O4cYrWy_gdU/s320/shhh%25201.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've lost my voice. Not in the existential sense, literally. I can't talk. I think it is allergies, but I can't be sure. This happened a couple of months ago too, where a bit of a sore throat rendered my voice useless. So, lucky me, I get to spend my birthday in peace. Even from myself. </div><br /><div>Just what I need. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-45647405770210749362008-08-29T13:33:00.001-07:002008-08-29T13:44:12.772-07:00A Bit of Panic<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SLhfijsYosI/AAAAAAAAAQc/LhiMgPP49cU/s1600-h/Big%2520Dog%2520with%2520broken%2520leg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240043213747167938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SLhfijsYosI/AAAAAAAAAQc/LhiMgPP49cU/s320/Big%2520Dog%2520with%2520broken%2520leg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Some of you may remember that almost a year ago, I <a href="http://thatsgoodworkoutofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-wife-is-fucking-tough.html">broke my ankle hiking </a>on a nearby trail. We've been hiking since that day, but have never gone back to the place where all the fun happened. Well, Tuesday was such a nice day, and Greazy was available, so we went for a hike in the late afternoon, back to Kelly's Run. </div><br /><div>I tried not to think about it, as we started our trek. We decided to start in reverse and take the steep incline down instead of up. When we came to the trail that cuts through a field, I impressed Greazy by not even hesitating a second when he asked what the crop was that surrounded us. Soybeans. Damn, I am good. </div><br /><div>When we got to the creek, we took the trail along the water and soon enough, we were getting close to the spot where I took my tumble. My stomach tightened, and my heart was pounding. Not just your garden variety exercise pounding either. It felt like you could see my heartbeat. I got a little dizzy as the rock that broke my fall (and presumably my leg) came into view. It was covered by a broken sapling from a recent storm, but I knew it was there. The trail was still as narrow as ever, just as easy to slip and fall. But, I made it through. </div><br /><div>It was strange. I've never really had a panic attack before, but I'm pretty sure this was it. Not quite fear, not quite anxiety but something in between. It sucked. Hopefully, when we go back again, it won't happen. Now that I've conquered "The Run" I'm ready for new trails. And, hopefully another 30 years before I break anything else. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-14982272431047551762008-08-25T08:53:00.001-07:002008-08-25T08:53:36.918-07:00As If I Needed OneYet <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/relationships/happiness-is--kinky-sex/2008/08/25/1219516356413.html">another reason</a> to move to Australia.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-63764941515580156232008-08-20T21:43:00.000-07:002008-08-20T21:48:16.951-07:00Turtle Love<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SKzzayh1acI/AAAAAAAAAQU/KaZG3k_3f30/s1600-h/untitledts.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236828108290877890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SKzzayh1acI/AAAAAAAAAQU/KaZG3k_3f30/s320/untitledts.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am a fan of sex, and it is good to see that even disabled turtles can<a href="http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-odd/20080818/ODD.Turtle.On.Wheels/"> still get down</a>. With the aid of a specially made skateboard. What will they think of next?</div><div> </div><div>Modern science can be confusing, but every now and then they get one right. Long live the turtle. Literally. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-12488148713065164252008-08-14T10:23:00.000-07:002008-08-14T10:26:30.928-07:00More Wasted Research Dollars<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SKRqvEaxYqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s35xmZyZY6A/s1600-h/untitled+bg.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234426023783785122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SKRqvEaxYqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s35xmZyZY6A/s320/untitled+bg.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Thanks for the <a href="http://fddp.theage.com.au/news/relationships/beer-goggles-theory-proven-true/2008/08/14/1218307075681.html">Newsflash</a>, England!! Maybe we should take some of this "research" money and give it to people actually studying things that people don't know the answer to. </div><br /><div>Beer Goggles was covered on day one of Uni. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-32349912648797632092008-08-05T12:27:00.001-07:002008-08-05T12:28:05.595-07:00Cake Taker<a href="http://www.holytaco.com/2008/06/27/the-douchiest-phone-message-in-history/">This guy</a> may be the biggest douchebag on the planet. Forgive me if you've heard this before, but I just found it and had to share it. Click on the link, and listen to the whole thing, it is priceless.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-33577614339741093272008-07-22T11:51:00.000-07:002008-07-22T12:08:16.894-07:00RIP Estelle Getty<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SIYvPkPJgdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/urzKSkqymvM/s1600-h/0000004286_20060919221138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916362081796562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SIYvPkPJgdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/urzKSkqymvM/s320/0000004286_20060919221138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I am so sad that my favorite Golden Girl, Sophia, <a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/estelle-getty-dies-at-eight-four">has passed away</a>. I always found her to be a <a href="http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/result/770395/581829/">kindred spirit</a>, and the character on the show with the best lines.<br /><br />Check out the reruns on Lifetime if you don't know what I am talking about. Here are some of my favorite Sophia-isms.<br /><br />"Maybe the paperboy is right, maybe I am just a mean old lady."<br /><br />"I lived eighty, eighty-one years, I survived two world wars, pneumonia, a stroke and two operations. One night I'll belch, and Stable Mabel here will blow my head off!"<br /><br />"Why do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, I'd run around naked."<br /><br />"There's two things us Sicilians know... When pasta sticks to the wall - it's done... when a body sticks to cement - it's dead."<br /><br />"Jealousy is an ugly thing Dorothy, and so are you in anything backless."<br /><br />"Please. Dust reminds you of something that happened back in St. Olaf."<br /><br /><strong>Rose</strong>: "Sophia, do you think it's wrong for a girl to sleep with a man on their first date?<br /><strong>Sophia</strong>: "It's a sin."<br /><strong>Rose</strong>: "See, Sophia agrees with me!<br /><strong>Sophia</strong>: "No, all I said was it's a sin. Personally I'd go back to eating fish on Fridays if His Holiness gave that one the green light!"Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-89623972039427092322008-07-15T09:47:00.000-07:002008-07-15T10:05:01.721-07:00Danger at Every Turn<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SHzYbihpj_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/GSzyUztFMpA/s1600-h/Koala_Baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287635478941682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SHzYbihpj_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/GSzyUztFMpA/s320/Koala_Baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Recently, Greazy and I were in Australia, <a href="http://thatsgoodworkoutofyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/four-seasons-in-one-day.html">enjoying the countryside </a>on our way back to the big city. We didn't know it at the time, but we violated the Victorian speed limit, and would be <a href="http://thatsgoodworkoutofyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/greazy-vs-australia.html">receiving a ticket </a>upon our return to the states.</div><br /><div>Needless to say, we were both pissed, and after weighing our options, decided to pay the ticket to ensure no difficulties when we return down under.</div><br /><div>Our argument was simple. 100kph is 60mph. We were going the equivalent of 64mph. Is that really such a big deal? It wasn't like we were going 80mph or anything. We believed that there was little harm to be done at that speed, so we asked the next logical question. Why the big stick up the bum Vickie? </div><br /><div>As you know, I never get tired of being right. Turns out 100kph isn't so bad after all. Not only can a koala survive being hit at 100kph, it can hang on while you drag it another 12km, with its gray ass hanging out of your grill. So, come on Victoria, loosen up. It isn't like we did anything <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25681756/?GT1=43001">this bad</a>. But, you got your money, now call off the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bart_vs._Australia">Solicitor General!</a></div><br /><div>*I do not, in any way, advocate the hitting or dragging of koalas. I, <a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/nation/politics/bal-te.magazine15jul15,0,4906395.story">unlike the New Yorker</a>, can pull off satire.</div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-74377007929378965212008-06-19T17:17:00.001-07:002008-06-19T21:06:30.363-07:00It's Official: The World is Going to Hell<a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25272678/?GT1=43001">Pregnancy pacts?</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/unusual-tales/court-overturns-fathers-grounding-of-12yearold/2008/06/19/1213770765707.html">Suing your Dad over getting grounded?</a><br /><br />I know this makes me sound old and bitter, but what the fuck is wrong with kids today? Seriously. It is scary. More scary is the fact that no one wants to step up and admit that there seems to be a real parenting problem these days. Now, I'm not of the mind that it is always the parent's fault. But, in the case of 17 girls, all under sixteen years, old making a pact to get pregnant and NO ONE KNOWS? There were less people in on the Kennedy assassination, and we all know about that. How can you have your head that far in the sand? How can you honestly try and blame the media?<br /><br />It is just sheer laziness on the part of the parents. If you don't want to be a parent, don't. But, if you are, sorry, but game over. You are not their friend, you are not cool. YOU ARE THE FUCKING PARENT. Start acting like it. Then, just maybe, you won't end up raising your own grandchildren because you couldn't say no to little Suzy.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-44292139794171387852008-06-14T22:05:00.000-07:002008-06-14T23:49:11.480-07:00My DadFather's Day isn't a day I usually think much about. Not anymore. Almost 7 years ago, my father died. And, a little over a year later, my father-in-law passed away too. Since then, the day has gone from being extremely painful, to one I usually avoid all together. But, for some reason, this Father's Day, I felt that a little remembering was in order.<br /><br />Not that I need a special day to remember my father. As long as it has been, I still think about him almost every day. I loved my father, but our relationship was a bit complicated at times. I've heard that we were too much alike. And, that is what caused the friction that sometimes came up between us. I can see that. My dad didn't take a lot of bullshit, he told you how it was, and he wasn't always big on saving other's feelings. Sounds a little like me. But, I don't know how alike we were. Sometimes, I feel like I didn't know him very well at all.<br /><br />But, I guess that is common for a lot of people. After he died, all I could think about was the things I never had the chance to say to him. I never got to tell him how much I respected him, even if he drove me mad sometimes. And, I never got to tell him how much he influenced my life and how important pleasing him was to me. I hope he knew, but I'll never be sure. Having not lived at home for the last seven years of his life, I feel like I missed out on knowing him as a grown up. I always felt that, in a way, I was still a little girl to him. I worry that he died thinking I was a lost cause who would never grow up.<br /><br />I've tried not to dwell on things like that over the years, but it's hard. It is hard not to think about the stuff he's missed out on. He never got to see my house or the new houses my siblings moved into. He didn't get to walk my sisters down the aisle at their weddings. I think about the grandchildren and great grandchildren he didn't get to meet and how much he would have enjoyed watching all of them grow up. I think about all the things he and my mother would have done and all the fun they would have had. We could have spent the last seven years having epic arguments about George W. Bush, the war and gas prices.<br /><br />I try and remember the good times. The crazy, embarrassing way he used to dance. The way he would laugh at Benny Hill (God knows why). The way he would drag us all over the earth on vacations, taking long back ways every chance he got. He taught us all to bowl, swim and get ketchup out of a full bottle the right way. He would come to all our recitals, band competitions and sporting events. And, all the little things: getting sundaes at the Trumbauersville Store, eating at the Keystone on Saturday night, going to East Greenville for ice cream in the summer. Those are the things I will never forget.<br /><br />As loathe as I am to be corny, I know he is with us. All the time. I do believe that, even if I don't believe anything else. I just wish he were here. It is as simple as that. I miss him. Just as much as I did then. It sucks just as much, and it is still just as unfair. But, life goes on. Somehow.<br /><br />When my sister had her beautiful baby girl, the first thing I said when I saw her, was that she had my sister's nose. But, really, it is my dad's nose. On her tiny face was yet another reminder of how he is living on through us. I hope, wherever he is, he knows how much we all love and miss him. And, that every time I look at that sweet little face, I see him. And, I smile.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-78713891436229923372008-06-10T00:58:00.000-07:002008-06-14T22:54:21.410-07:00Back from Vacation Top 5Now that Greazy and I are back on US soil, it seems silly to keep my Top 5 list all Australian. Although, few could argue against those blokes and their "do-ability." But, he does have a point. So, here we go.<br /><br />1) <a href="http://www.lyndallsplace.biz/aussierules/jimmy_bartel_wins_brownlow.jpg">Jimmy Bartel</a> - A hold over from my Australian list, he keeps his number one spot. I can't help it. The boy is just adorable, and well, he's just adorable. The little shorts don't hurt his cause either.<br /><br />2) <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/R0TPC-WdGnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VBJDgUUShMs/s1600-h/LeePace_Vespa_843454_400.jpg">Lee Pace</a> - Retaining his position on the old list, this pie making cutie will be back on my TV very soon. Oh, how I've missed him.<br /><br />3) <a href="http://www.dmcityview.com/archives/Sept/09-08-05/9.8.05/CITYPICKS-Henry-Rollins.jpg">Henry Rollins</a> - I don't want Henry to be disappointed by his slipping to number 3. We had a good run, and I still love him. But, the man is almost 50 and I had to make room for some fresh blood.<br /><br />4) <a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/74/15/0000047415_20080318122618.jpg">Henry Cavill</a> - Love the Tudors, love him even more. And, what Top 5 is complete without two Henrys?<br /><br />5) <a href="http://www.webwombat.com.au/entertainment/movies/images/fantastic4-chris-evans-1.jpg">Chris Evans</a> - Even though he isn't the best actor, he is hot. Really, really hot.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-69017268991991669552008-05-29T20:27:00.000-07:002008-05-29T20:30:50.337-07:00Leaving on a Jet Plane<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SD90qbAL02I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6reWbf-00SQ/s1600-h/airplane1rgb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206007966415442786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SD90qbAL02I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6reWbf-00SQ/s320/airplane1rgb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tomorrow we leave for home. After almost three weeks in Australia, it's time to go home and get back to reality. Part of me is glad, ready to go home and get back into my routine. But, a big part of me will be sad once I'm sitting in that plane seat (and not just because I'm stuck there for 13 hours.) This place is magical to me, and it has been again this time. </div><div><br />So much good stuff, it is hard to list it all. Tim Tams and Lemonade. Exhausting but exhilarating walks. The sights, the sounds. The hot firefighter who smiled at me. It was all good. Even the bad stuff was good. That's how vacation is. </div><div><br />But, now life beckons. So I will bid Australia a fond farewell and look forward to seeing those United States I love so much. </div><div><br />(There are things I will not miss about Australia too. . .(only a few) No unsweetened Iced Tea. No free drink refills. The fact that books are so dang expensive. The unfavorable exchange rate. The lack of ice in general. No Cool Ranch Doritos. )</div><div><br />So, I shall return soon to writing more regularly. Until then, G'day. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-50918673728818400682008-05-07T12:06:00.000-07:002008-05-07T12:12:40.775-07:00A Little Bingo Never Hurt Nobody<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SCH_GfvFU_I/AAAAAAAAANs/rtLbTDGs8pQ/s1600-h/RL2277.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197715932025541618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SCH_GfvFU_I/AAAAAAAAANs/rtLbTDGs8pQ/s320/RL2277.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I leave for Australia in a few days, and there seems to be so much to do. But, I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to play some bingo with my buddy Janis at the gay club tonight. We went last week and it was amazingly fun. I actually won twice and got myself a cool $45. But, truth be told, while I liked winning, just being there was fun enough. </div><br /><div>There is not enough true silliness in my life. Sure, there is fun and all that, but I love the silliness. So, before I head for the land down under, I'm going to try my fortunes with the cards again tonight. </div><br /><div>BINGO, BITCHES!!! </div><br /><div>Since this is the last post I shall be doing before we go, I just want to say a fond farewell to all of you, and I hope you miss me terribly. Catch me on my email, so we can keep in touch. Those of you who don't have my email must simply pine for me. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-44604426108356380182008-05-05T17:28:00.000-07:002008-05-05T18:13:00.963-07:00I Ain't No Damsel in Distress<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SB-oYpCmEMI/AAAAAAAAANc/V4b2wWmM3qY/s1600-h/2638651.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197057636295905474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SB-oYpCmEMI/AAAAAAAAANc/V4b2wWmM3qY/s200/2638651.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>But, don't I wish I were, sometimes. Not that I mind being an independent lady. But, there are limits, aren't there? Why am I always the one doing the heavy lifting when there are no men around? Why am I left to fend for myself, just because I can hold my liquor? Just because I'm not puking my guts out doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice to have a hand to hold while I stumble to my car. Just because I CAN walk a mile and a half on a broken leg, doesn't mean I wouldn't like someone to carry me.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>I've just never been that kind of girl. And, the truth is I don't really know why. I'm not that man-ish. I'm not dainty, but then again, I don't really know any dainty women. Every chick I know could handle herself 9 times out of 10. So why is it that the chivalry of those around me is wasted on incompetent, silly girls? Don't us ladies who can actually handle things deserve a break every now and then? Come on guys, show us some love. Leave the silly girls to their own devices for once, and hold the door for me. I won't puke on your shoes, or leave you holding my purse when I'm done. </div></div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-65903822211410480832008-05-04T18:27:00.001-07:002008-05-04T18:28:01.494-07:00Ain't it The Truth<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SB5il5CmEKI/AAAAAAAAANM/Bb-Y-YxVzjM/s1600-h/spagettisquashishappysquash.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196699423138517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SB5il5CmEKI/AAAAAAAAANM/Bb-Y-YxVzjM/s400/spagettisquashishappysquash.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-14266247684616174502008-04-29T12:50:00.000-07:002008-04-29T13:56:08.186-07:00"This Here Was My Idea" Top 5Since Greazy and I leave very soon for the land Down Under, we both decided (though it was my idea) to have an all Aussie Top 5. So, in response to <a href="http://thatsgoodworkoutofyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-australian-for-approved-casual-sex.html">this list</a>, made by Greazy, I have prepared my Top 5. I based my decisions on many things. Proximity, chance of meeting, and of course, hotness. All 5 of these guys will be in within shagging distance during the trip, and all would be crazy not to take me up on my offer.<br /><br />1) <a href="http://www.geelongadvertiser.com.au/images/uploadedfiles/editorial/pictures/2007/09/14/jimmy.jpg">Jimmy Bartel </a>- Geelong Cats (AFL) player. Greazy and I will be seeing the Cats play in Melbourne. So, you know, he'll be around.<br /><br />2) <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1epUfqmW7cI/SAVnmSEzQDI/AAAAAAAADGI/a0yzZ0yBkBI/s1600-h/BenRoss-NakedRugbyLeague-.jpg">Ben Ross</a> - Cronulla Sharks (NRL) player. I'm speechless, really. Speechless.<br /><br />3) <a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i115/footballboners/Brodie%20Holland/brodieHolland7.jpg">Brodie Holland</a> - Collingwood Magpies (AFL) player. Geelong plays Collingwood in the game Greazy and I will be seeing. Good news.<br /><br />4) <a href="http://www.femmefan.com/site/images/lookerspics/John-Williams.jpg">John Williams</a> - Queensland Cowboys (NRL) player. Don't know anything about him, don't care. Look at him. They will be playing in Sydney while we are there.<br /><br />5) <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1epUfqmW7cI/SA8gKEpvvZI/AAAAAAAADhc/5s_CEleD8Ps/s1600-h/LukeOdonnell-Shirtless----.jpg">Luke O'Donnell </a>- Queensland Cowboys (NRL) player. MY dear GOD!! He will also be in Sydney.<br /><br />So, there they are. Any one of them would be an excellent choice for me. Maybe I'll get them all. Three weeks is a long time.Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-21613426760306446162008-04-20T08:36:00.000-07:002008-04-20T08:45:26.317-07:00Enough Already!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SAtk7Ax6BMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eYn1crW96l4/s1600-h/hills_l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191353960459011266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/SAtk7Ax6BMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eYn1crW96l4/s320/hills_l.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, our journalistic integrity is alive and well. Too bad it is focusing all of its steely gaze at reality TV. In yet another stupid incident, it was "revealed" that the Deadliest Catch may have made things look a little <a href="http://www.comcast.net/entertainment/articles/eonline/2008/04/19/9ad89017-421a-41f2-b0d0-bf72e792ae05/">more deadly </a>than they were.<br /></div><div> </div><div>Again, I am going to ask the question, WHO CARES?? These guys are really up there, catching crab so you assholes can have your jumbo crab legs. Do we really need it to be "more real?" Is it an actual death scene you want?<br /></div><div> </div><div>But, my real question is, where is this desire for the truth from shows like The Hills, The Real World, Survivor, or any of the other reality crap that is out there? Why do you have to bring down shows people actually like? Or better yet, why don't you take those investigation skills and go to Washington and put them to good use. God knows, the real reporters aren't cutting it anymore.<br /></div><div> </div><div>Leave our TV alone. It's bad enough Hollywood only puts on reality shows. Then, it has to tell us all how real they aren't. Make up your fucking mind. </div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21277119.post-73810408011270837752008-04-09T17:09:00.001-07:002008-04-09T22:50:28.203-07:00Wasted Time<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/R_1fAAHcBmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/51q_jOm_IpM/s1600-h/uncool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187406799436514914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYzT4Dj3_pg/R_1fAAHcBmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/51q_jOm_IpM/s320/uncool.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have spent eons of my life trying to be cool. If I could add it all up, it would probably be years. I'm not sure exactly when it started, but I'm pretty sure I was too young to know what cool really was. I thought my older brother and sister's friends were so cool. I was desperate to fit in, desperate to be older, cooler. Just like them. It wasn't until much later that I realized they weren't really that cool either.<br /><br />But, by then I had moved on to the next thing. I rode the trends, followed the crowd, even though I was desperate to "stand out." I wanted to be that cool girl with the right outfit, the right look, the right attitude. But, I always felt like I fell just short of the mark. I would have the wrong shoes, or the right shirt in the wrong color. I never quite pulled it off, never make anyone believe that I was cool, different or hip. I wanted to be different, just like everybody else. The kind of cool that only "non-conformist" conformity could give you. I hung around the fringes of "cool" groups, but never really got inside. At least, I never thought so.<br /><br />I was just so desperate to hear someone say that I was cool. If anyone did, I never heard about it. Which means, to me, it never happened. I still have moments when I feel like this, even though I am way too old to be concerned with this stuff anymore. I'm over the hill, on the downtrend. Being cool left the station a long time ago. It would have been nice to feel it, just for a little while. Even if I would leave the house and feel cool, there would always be someone else at the show, at the mall, at school, who made me feel so uncool. And, the fact that I can still be made to feel this way drives me nuts.<br /><br />But, after spending some time recently with people just like I used to be, young people desperate to be cool, I can see how futile it all is. They try so hard, they preen, they pose. I see myself in them almost to a scary degree. Their whole lives are wrapped up in it, just like mine was. I want to pull them aside and tell them to save their breath, their money and their time. You will never be as cool as you want to be. There will always be someone cooler than you. There will be music you will never know about, culture you will never know about, and some day you too will feel old to be a part of anything anymore. </div><div></div><div><br />So, in my quest to be cool, I've come to one realization. I am. But, not because anyone else thinks so. But, because I think so. Fuck what the world thinks. The only way to truly be cool is to just be yourself. Whatever that may be. Trying to be something you're not is not cool. See, that was my problem all along. I'm a dork. And, while I may like some cool things, that is not why I am cool. I'm cool because there is no one else I would rather be.</div>Angry Inkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282089002742034676noreply@blogger.com2