Equality?

Before I launch into this, let me preface this by saying no, I am not racist. But then of course I'm pretty sure even the most racist people in the world would deny being so. Does Al Sharpton concede to being racist? I doubt it. Is he racist? Absolutely.

That being said, I was having a discussion with the Handsome JC today about the state of entitlement that this country seems to have settled on. At this point I don't believe it is any particular race or sexual orientation that has decided they are owed the world. It is more like an entire generation that has settled upon that attitude in life. We raised our children as spoiled little brats, if they mess up then it must be someone else's fault. So why should we be surprised when they have that attitude as adults? I have found that the hardest lesson to instill into my children's hard heads is that when they mess up it is THEIR fault, not the person next door. I keep telling them that we all make mistakes, but it is what we do with ourselves after that mistake is made that defines where we go in life. Do we learn from it? Do we move on from it and take the steps necessary to insure that mistake never happens again or do we blame someone else and continue on with the same old mistakes?

I live in the south where 150 years ago black individuals were kept as slaves. As a country mistakes were made, but from what I can see the country has really gone above and beyond what is necessary to make amends for that. Affirmative action anyone? But now I see that living in the south black Americans (I say black Americans because unless they actually are from Africa, they aren't freaking African in my opinion) have a sense of self entitlement. Their great great grandparents were slaves so white Americans MUST pay the price. But when does the paying stop? How long is society to pay for mistakes made 150 years ago? Minorities today have the same opportunities that everyone has, i.e., go to university and improve your life. Work for what you want/need as opposed to expecting it to be given free and clear. I was wondering the other day that at that point in the future when white Americans become the minority, will we be afforded the same preferential treatment. Will affirmative action be available to us? Will we be allowed to have white pride parades? Will we have scholarships to universities based solely on the fact that we are white? Would we have White Entertainment Television (WET) stations? Would we even want that? I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want that, but I would like for the preferential treatment of races and sexual orientation to stop.

As individuals we are what we are. We are born into families that do right by us or we don't. Every single person on the face of the earth has baggage to deal with. Deal with it and move on and attempt to improve your life rather than blaming it on the fact that you are black/hispanic/gay and the white/straight man is keeping you down. It is not my fault, or the guy next door's fault, your ex-husband/wife's fault, or your Uncle Albert's fault that you aren't going where you want in life.. it is your fault.

That is my rant for the day. That is just what is going through my mind.

Black/Hispanic/Gay Pride? Sorry, but that just seems all outdated and silly. American pride? There you go, maybe we should all just settle on that and move on from the inequality bullshit. I think everyone would benefit from that.

Brevard, North Carolina

Friday afternoon I drove up to Brevard, North Carolina to see The Handsome JC, who had driven down from Maryland to meet the newest addition to his family (the fresh grandson). It was a 4 1/2 hour drive for me, a 9 hour drive for him. I had a really nice weekend though, lots of adventures (in and out of the hotel room, hehe), meeting the other daughter that I had not met yet, and holding the little noobikin, who is absolutely adorable and has inherited his grandfather's freakishly long toes. Brevard is a beautiful town, I would like to visit there again sometime.

There is a small gourmet type store there that we went in that had a plethora of stranged named beers. I bought a few, gave one to JC (I can't remember what it was called but it looked like it was in a moonshine jug with a cork stopper and all) and kept the below one for myself.



I bought the Monty Python Holy Ail for my boss, since he and I both are Monty Python fanatics. He took one look at it, burst into laughter and said that he was going to have to take it home because if he leaves it at work "someone" would take it and drink it. (I failed to mention that it might be me who is the "someone.") The label on the bottle cracks me up, it says, "Tempered over burning witches."

*insert snide ex-wife/ex-girlfriend joke here*

Now, to keep up the spirit of the Cuss-O-Meter, here is my daily addition: BASTARD

The Cuss-O-Meter

Apparently my language isn't colorful enough.


Created by OnePlusYou

I'm experimenting. Be Right Back................ (Ignore the below if you are easily offended)

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Ok.. lets see what this did to my Cuss-O-Meter. Be Right Back Again.

Fuck. It did nuthin. I am going to have to spice it up more often, I'm thinking.

The Joy Internetting

Facebook. I believe it is here to stay. For a while anyway. My parents have discovered the joy of posting baby pictures of my brother, who is now an airline pilot, and myself (I'm not an airline pilot). As adorable as this sounds, it has led to some interesting misidentifications of a few photos. Luckily for me I was the only one around with long brown hair and huge soulful eyes (insert big shiteatin' grin here), so I was always identified correctly. My brother, however, was misidentified in one photo. My parents posted a picture of me playing in a backyard pool with the two neighbor kids, one being a small girl without a shirt on. They thought it was my brother and tagged the picture that way. I did correct them and told them who it was, but the damage is done. I can now make fun of my brother until the end of time, reminding him that at least our parents knew who I was in baby pictures.

I have had an ongoing argument with him over the last 20 years over who is the favorite. This development has given me a huge advantage. Life is good. hehe

Me, at about 3 or 4.

Happy Shakespeare Birthday!

You know I had to post a celebration.



I found this the other day. Scenes from the movie Pulp Fiction translated into Shakespeare speak. I had ta laff, I really did. It makes me want to go back and watch Pulp Fiction again, which I haven't seen in several years, just to compare the scenes.

ACT I SCENE 2. A road, morning. Enter a carriage, with JULES and VINCENT, murderers.

J: And know'st thou what the French name cottage pie?
V: Say they not cottage pie, in their own tongue?
J: But nay, their tongues, for speech and taste alike
Are strange to ours, with their own history:
Gaul knoweth not a cottage from a house.
V: What say they then, pray?
J: Hachis Parmentier.
V: Hachis Parmentier! What name they cream?
J: Cream is but cream, only they say le crème.
V: What do they name black pudding?
J: I know not;
I visited no inn it could be bought.


...


J: My pardon; did I break thy concentration?
Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still.
Allow me then to offer a response.
Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray.
B: What?
J: What country dost thou hail from?
B: What?
J: How passing strange, for I have traveled far,
And never have I heard tell of this What.
What language speak they in the land of What?
B: What?
J: The Queen's own English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
B: Aye!
J: Then hearken to my words and answer them!
Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!
B: What?
JULES presses his knife to BRETT's throat
J: Speak 'What' again! Thou cur, cry 'What' again!
I dare thee utter 'What' again but once!
I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name!
Now, paint for me a portraiture in words,
If thou hast any in thy head but 'What',
Of Marsellus Wallace!
B: He is dark.
J: Aye, and what more?
B: His head is shaven bald.
J: Has he the semblance of a harlot?
B: What?
JULES strikes and BRETT cries out
J: Has he the semblance of a harlot?
B: Nay!
J: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus?
B: I did not!
J: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst!
Thou hoped to rape him like a chattel whore,
And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed
With anyone but she to whom he wed.

This site is dedicated to translating the entire movie into Shakespeare speak. Funny as hell it is. Go have a read. :-)

This About Sums It Up

This video perfectly reports my life as of late. I love it when the international news agencies report something that hits so close and I can relate to so well.

Have You Ever Noticed.......

That when a celebrity has a new album or a new movie to promote, suddenly they decide to "come forward" with their own personal struggle with depression/abuse/eating disorder, or that they are suddenly, happily gay? Why is it that they choose that particular time to talk about it... or why do they even talk about it at all? Is it to make them feel as if they are identifying with the little people and that they, too, have the same human struggles that us common folk have? I call bullshit on that. Sure they may get depressed. Sure they may have been abused... sure they have the same emotional ups and downs as the rest of us, but to be perfectly honest here, they are celebrities because we need fantasy lives to imagine ourselves in. I imagine myself with 50 million plus bucks in the bank. I may have an occasional blue day (can you say PMS??), but I suspect I will be much less stressed about things. I can imagine that not having to worry about my credit card bill would make me much, much happier. I can almost imagine myself being about to sign a two year cell phone contract without hyperventilating.

Gwyneth Paltrow has a new movie to promote, and suddenly she is coming forward with her struggle with mild postpartum depression. All you moms say it with me.. GROAAAAN. It is ridiculous and nearly every new mom I have ever known has had that struggle to some extent. It doesn't make her any better because she survived it without going on a killing rampage. It just means she is a normal person. I don't exactly see why it should be celebrated or should have dozens of articles written about it. (On a side note, she also claims that her husband gets very upset with her if she mentions him in interviews.. good for him, she needs to take a hint and keep her mouth shut.)

Is it just me or does it seem that the bigger the mystique, the bigger the star? The ones that constantly talk about themselves or put themselves in tabloid heaven are the ones that us general public people get sick of hearing about.

Anyway, that is my rant for the day. Sorry for the long absence, but I have been feeling strangely uncreative lately. Hopefully normal blogging will resume shortly.

Did anyone miss me? ;-)