Summer is my favorite season and I have no idea why, as I do not particularly care for the heat. I feel good today. I feel like I could get the worst news possible and still smile. I've ditched the pills and decided to ride this hormonal wave wherever it takes me. I'm drinking a glass of wine, full of lots of antioxidants or so I've read. Nothing particulary eventful to report, though I do feel as if I am on the verge of some great thing. What that great thing might be I do not know. It could possibly be revealed to me with my next glass of fermented grapes. (Or not)

His snake the fake

You know his snake

The one he calls Wizard

Is really a lizard

He cut off his legs with some scissors

Wow, that could possibly be the greatest thing I have ever written. I could turn it into a childrens book. Kind of gory though and I would surely draw lots of death threats from animal rights activists. Who would illustrate it? Surely not Cristal, she is busy making lots of money selling houses and has no time for such frivolity as art. Speaking of art, my Lindy girl is going to paint a mural on the shed in the backyard as a summer project. I can't wait to see what she does. I 'm not going to give her any guidance on this one. I want to see what she does with it. I'm in the mood to do a collage. I could expand the drunk blogging thing into a drunk art project, but can I really be trusted with art supplies in my affected state? It may start to rain and the next thing you know I could begin peeling off all my clothes painting flowers on my bosom and running naked down SPID. I can hear myself now, but officer I thought I was dreaming.
At the moment I have absolutely nothing to complain about. Feeling rather thankful at the moment. Was about to compile a list of all the wonderful things I have to be thankful for but then I suddenly remembered that I had grapes in the refridgerator. Now if only I had some handsome man to peel and feed them to me. Need to work on my visualization techniques.

No purpose really

I just finished Illusions and I am so glad that I read it. I would highly recommend it to anyone. I will pass it on to Kelly. I read an excerpt from Illusions in highschool, or some where some time in my life. Parts of the book seemed very familiar. I'm sure it was never a movie, but if it was I might have seen it. I had a beautiful morning. Ranger seemed under the weather so we skipped church. We played outside and cleaned the patio, the weather was cool right befor it rained and it was a rare treat. I love the outdoors when it is mild outside. I do prefer neither hot nor cold. My absolute favorite weather is right before the rain when the sky starts to get darker but it is not quite grey. Sort of a warm surreal color that I enjoy so much that it causes me to wonder if I am really awake. Always makes me want to take my clothes off and run. It just seems like the perfect thing to do.
I was taking the sitter home yesterday and I noticed a new buliding or rather an old building that I had never noticed before and then I started to notice a lot of new things in my surroundings. It is funny how I see so many things the same way for so long and then suddenly they seem different. I am a fan of old buildings, so it strikes me as odd that I had never noticed this building that I passed so many times. I am going to try and keep my eyes open for a while.

LIAR

Okay, so I lied. I said I wouldn't blog again until Dona posted something but even I did not believe it as I was saying it. For the record, I will state that I have some opinions that are my own and you can educate me all you want on the issues yet I will not be swayed. Some times I let my humanity decide what is good and just, and often that has nothing to do with what is practical or reasonable or even realistic. You will not find me taking offense to a differing opinion. I will calmly listen as the other side states it's case. Might be thinking about what an idiot they are but would not let that effect how I related to that person.

We won - How Cool is that

Save the Internet

Save the Internet

Yesterday, the House Judiciary Committee passed H.R. 5417, the “Internet Freedom and Nondiscrimination Act of 2006,” which I introduced with Committee Chairman Jim Sensenbrenner, Ranking Member John Conyers and Rep. Rick Boucher last week. This is the first bill with real protections for Net Neutrality that has passed any committee in Congress, and I am proud to be a part of it.

[Sail Corpus Christi 2006]

[Sail Corpus Christi 2006]

Heavy marijuana use not linked to lung cancer

Amazing and yet they still won't legalize it and yet cigarettes can be bought anywhere. I am not seeinghte logic


Heavy marijuana use not linked to lung cancer: "Despite popular belief, a new study shows that people who smoke marijuana do not appear to be at increased risk of developing lung cancer.

It seems even heavy, long-term marijuana users do not appear to increase the risk of head and neck cancers, such as cancer of the tongue, mouth, throat, or esophagus.

Senior researcher, Donald Tashkin, M.D., Professor of Medicine at the David Geffen School of Medicine at UCLA in Los Angeles says the findings were a surprise as they expected to find that a history of heavy marijuana use would increase the risk of cancer from several years to decades after exposure to marijuana."

What I know about God

What I know about God, not alot. I know God loves me because I feel it, because God tells me. God gives me everything I need and most of what I ask for, but never in the way I would expect. God protects me, I have placed myself in situations where great harm could come to me and I think I have been kept safe only because of God's desire for my life. I am Gods child and God is a caring parent. I feel like God shows me where I'm going and I get there on my own and I don't know how much sense that makes. I feel like God wants me to be happy and enjoy my life. I know God wants me to be a good example of his love. I am not always, mostly because I am human and not capable of really being like God. God knows this, God knows everything. I honestly don't know why I was created If I had to assign a purpose to my life it would be to enjoy my life while being a good example of Gods love. Yes I label myself a Christian. I believe Christ was God on Earth. I will admit that I am not positive that there is an after life. I think that an after life helps me deal with the deaths of those I love. I know I am mortal and really I am not afraid of death. I am afraid to die while my children are still young. I know how important I am to them right now. A lot of my life is just a bunch of shit but I really have experienced great joy and if my life ended tomorrow I would not feel cheated. I am grateful to God even though I often behaved as a spoiled child. Complaining about the most trivial matters. I do believe in the unlimited power of God and God working through man. I know that most of my limitations I impose upon myself but I am still growing each day. Growing in God.

Jumbled Memories

Brandy told Lindy that when she was grown that she would not remember a single person that she met when she was 9 as an adult. I immediately tried to recall a name of a friend from that time but could not. I thought about it for awhile and actually can now recall a handfull of people. Veronica was in my class although I cannot remember our teachers name. She was a chubby mexican girl, with beautiful long thick wavy black hair that she wore down most of the time, and mismatched clothes. I would remember that detail because at that time my clothes always matched. My mother was very into appearances. She was polite and thoughtful and a friend to me. We did not have many friends at school. I was new, having just moved to town and she was the daughter of migrant workers. For some reason the children of the migrant workers were not accepted by most of the other mostly white children. I remember her eating out with us a lot and how greatful her parents seemed that we spent so much time together. I could never understand why. I remember them giving us fruit and produce. They did not speak a lot of English but I could tell that they loved me. I remember eating at her house once and wishing that my mom could cook like that. Her family traveled with the seasons going where the work was. I knew her for a spring and summer. When Veronica left I started hanging out with Michele who lived across the street. She had frizzy aburn hair and a ton of freckles. She went to catholic school, her mother was Irish and spoke with an accent. I got a bicycle for Christmas. I had just turned 10 the month before. It was a beach cruiser and way to big. They had no time to teach me how to ride it. Probably they assumed that I could since I was 10. Michele saw me standing outside holding my bike up and crying. She taught me how to ride a bike. I think she may have been older than me because she was just beginning to get acne and grow breasts. Her mother always called me love and other pet names and that made me feel great. My mother never called me anything but Lydia or Ann-Marie when she was mad at me. Micheles mother is the reason that I call the little girl next door Sweety and my Lindy Babydoll. Sarita was the first friend that I can recall she lived next door to me when I was around 3 (yes I can remember this) she may have been alot older than me because she had an easy bake oven. She was black and wore her hair in tiny little braids. She had a baby brother named William. Her mother had a pretty voice and would sing as she did house work and I remember her being very pretty. My parents never went in their house that I can remember. Then they moved and a military policeman named Leroy and his wife Maggie moved in with their 4 evil brats. My parents and them were the best of friends. They had a little blonde girl named Poppy which I thought was a stupid name. She also molested and hurt me which my mom knew about but we still went to their house. The older boy tied me up and cut my hair and made me drink pee and stuck a burning rope into my brothers ear. Which his parents beat him black and blue for. Obviously no one on our block was getting the parent of the year award. The next friend I can remember was Kevin a cute little boy blonde boy with big brown eyes. I was in the 1st grade I think. We held hands alot and he bought me a chocolate bunny for Easter. I was also friends with Joshua at that time, he smelled like Poo and his mom was blind. She didn't like him playing outside but he snuck out anyway. She would call for him and he would come when he wanted to. I would go to his door and tell his mom that he was plaing with us, not to worry. Then she would tell me to tell him that his grandma was going to spank him when she got home, but he didn't care. I don't remember many friends between then and 3rd grade. I think my best friend was my 3rd grade teacher. Her name was Carol Salazar and she had Curly (permed I think) she loved me even though I was a crappy student and sometimes disruptive. I think she could see though my mothers facade. She was very proud of her son, he played the guitar. She bought me a tin that said follow your dreams. We communicated for many years and then lost track. Her name has changed with her marriages. I do not even know if she is still alive. I remember her helping me to feel like I was worth something just because she thought so. Right before I met Veronica, I met Genevieve and we held hands and laughed alot and she was alot of fun. I remember being very in love with her. Then one day this girl Victoria that did not like me brought a bunch of cabbage patch kids to school and I asked if I could play with one and she said that I could if I let her play with mine when I brought them to school. Then I told her that I did not have any dolls at all. Then she said that I couldn't play with her dolls but Genevieve could if she would agree not to be my friend anymore. So Genevieve told me to go away because she hated me and wasn't my friend anymore. I cried for the rest of the day. I can still remember how hurt I was. I hid in the cafeteria and one of the lunch ladies found me and asked me why I was crying. So I told her in between sobs. She held me and then she laughed and said to stop crying and that tomorrow she would still be my best friend and that some times people say things they don't mean. Well the next day came and Genevieve told me that she wasn't going to be my friend because Victoria gave her a cabbage patch kid. At that time Cabbage patch kids were a hot item, people waited in lines for hours just to get one. Then we moved soon after in the middle of the year. I must have told my mother about this incident because from that time on I was into dolls up to my ears. I had a ton of cabbage patch kids. My mother started collecting dolls and to this day still does. I vaguely remember Veronica and I playing with them. I kept them even though I did not play with them, I finally got rid of them when I was 17 and living on my own in an effiency apartment. There was just not enough room. I gave them away to all the kids in the apartment complex. I remember later wishing I had kept just a few. When I was in the 5th grade I met Chris Dobbertin he was blonde and freckly, his mother was moody. They drove a Lincoln Continental, we spent a summer riding our bikes all over town. Then he started hanging out with boys. After that came boyfriends and no other real friends that were kids except for Ben Trahan but he is much more than a blog. He is probably a book. Lord I miss that boy.

Ghosty and childhood imaginings

Ghosty is Kelly's imaginary friend. She has hair that looks like a rainbow light. She is a mommy and she likes to play. She loves everyone, she even loves Ranger when he is bad or so Kelly tells me. Ghosty mostly stays in Kelly's room but she also comes to church with us because she likes Connie the nursery attendant and also being around the babies. Kelly also sees shadow people they are every where and he says that they are just people and that they never talk to him. I told him that I had an imaginary friend once but that I thought he was real. He would tickle me when I was trying to sleep and he would make me laugh. He did the same thing to my brother. My mother would come in and I would tell her why I was laughing and it was she that told me that he was my imaginary friend. Then one day I just did not see him anymore.Little Kelly says that he went away because he couldn't find me. I asked him why he could not find me, I had not moved and then then Little Kelly said that he couldn't find me because he did not recognoze me anymore. When I was a junior in highschool I had a creative writing assignment about imaginary friends. A boy in my class wrote about his shadow friend that made him giggle as he fell asleep, he even drew a picture. His friend was the same one that I had known. I think that my shadow friend experience happened when I was 3 or 4. It is a vague memory brought back to life by my son and his active imagination which of course I am completely enthralled with.

Dream

I was standing in my flat feeling very relaxed. I went to the window, and observed the usual scene. The busy streets, cars whizzing by on the freeway below, sparse but smooth flowing traffic. I saw noticed some sort of commotion a grey dog running away as if being chased. It looked like it was mostly labrador. I felt tense and worried as I watched the dog run towards the freeway jumping the concrete dividers. I knew that it would be struck by a car at any moment. It seemed inevitable. Then I noticed men riding horses chasing the dog the horses jumping the concrete dividers of the freeway. At first I though tthat they were mounted police but then I recognized them as soldiers in ancient garb. I was afraid for the dog. They caught up with the canine and that is when I noticed that it was not a dog at all but a large dark grey wolf. with long sharp claws. It slashed and attacked the horses and soldiers and ran back the direction in which it came and ran straight for my building. I suddenly remembered that I had left my door ajar. I ran to close the door quickly thinking that I did not want that thing in my home. When I reached the door it would not close all the way as if it was hinged incorrectly or there was something unseen holding it open just so. I knew that the creature was seeking me out. I heard a whimper and I looked down and saw a small fluffy pup looking up at me just in front of the entrance to my door. I was afraid for it and I brought it inside either thinking or saying that I would help it. I picked it up and brought it in but it did not feel right. It began biting and clawing at me with it's small paws. I went to the window to throw it out but not being able to I just set it on the ledge. Where it became a black cat. I quickly let the cat inside as I always do what cats ask me to. I knew that I needed to rid myself of the creauture so I put it in a large purse and went to my favorite book store. I let the cat out of the bag so to speak and it walked around.while I observed it. People glanced down at the cat but did not pay it much mind as if a cat in a bookstore was an every day occurance. Then the cats appearence changed from a black short coat to that of a fluffy persian calico. A lady was quite taken with it and picked it up and carried it off as if intending to keep it. The cat clawed and hissed at her as she did this but she did not seem to care. As I watched the woman and cat exit I felt relief and I noticed that another woman was also watching them leave. She looked at me and said, "I'm so glad it is gone".

So that was my freaky dream for the week. In my dreams I live in a large city apartment building. Don't know what that is suppose to mean. I used to live in a stone castle on the edge of a lake but that was when I was a child. Now I mostly live in the apartment building. Sometimes I live in a large palacial home where I am intensely happy but I always realize I am dreaming when I am there. When ever I am in the flat I never do. Feel free to psycho analyze, have no idea what this means if anything at all.

$1 Million For Your Vote?, Arizona Ballot Measure Would Give Prize To One Voter After Each Election - CBS News

THis would make me vote but then I already vote, although I do miss a few of those little local ones so I suppose for extra entries I would vote in those too

$1 Million For Your Vote?, Arizona Ballot Measure Would Give Prize To One Voter After Each Election - CBS News: "Under the plan, the $1 million awarded to one randomly selected voter after each election would come from unclaimed Arizona Lottery prize money. A voter could get one entry in the drawing for voting in the primary and another for the general election. "

Token Arcade - Heel BreakerOther

Really stupid game. KNocj the high heels off the lady in Japanese no lessToken Arcade - Heel BreakerOther

new world image - Odd Art for the day

new world image

Cirque du Soleil official website

Click on the what new shows to see some clips. If you have a chance to see one of these shows you should go they are worth and if you can afford it buy the good tickets.

Cirque du Soleil official website

Baby turns 2

In the beiginning I marked my age in my years, Like wow I am going to be 12 and go to my first concert (the Eagles) and then it was sixteen and I could drive. Well I could but you also have to have that little thing called parental consent and when you call your parents names and move out at 15 they can be incredibly not helpful. They wouldn't help me so I got married and then I could drive- Okay we passed that milestone. SO next was 18 and I could vote. I didn't but I could.

Please note by the age of 18 I had already passed those milestones of motherhood and marriage. I got an early start but that just means they moved out while I was young. But they did it with much more finesse and much less animosity than when I did it to my parents.

Next was 19 that last of my teenage years which I spent pregnant again. and 21 - Now I could drink except that my body treats alchohol like poison and refuses to let me imbibe.

The a few year later I was 25 and I finally felt like a grownup A woman instead of a child with 5 and 8 year olds of my own a house a job the sports car. I had achived adulthood. Then there was 30 my grandparents passed away and one of the anchors of my life was set adrift. That was pretty much the last year of my life. The kids were old enough to be human all their own and I started counting my age by theirs. I wasn't any particular age I was now the mother of a 12 year old. A mother mass no longer and individual being.

Now I am continuing to regress as I am now or will be tomorrow 2 years old. Because Emily the grandbaby will be 2 and damned if she wasn't worth the 39 years that came before. Amazing little girl and I am a good 2 you should see us a the toy store.

This was all supposed to have some meaning but has devolved into mindless wayward rambling. So I will move onward. Emmy had her 2nd birthday party yesterday and a fine time was had by all. APril pulled off yet another party whereas I can't even order Pay per view right. Lydia and Melissa both came with all their others. Lydias boys make me stand in awe that she is still standing at the end of the day. I only had one and he ran my ass ragged.

Little boys may be the actual missing link in evolution because they are certainly monkeys. Not that Emily is much better she just hasn't had older examples of monkey behavior. But my josh had no examples and he was a monkey from hell some days. As with all animals from the petting zoo little boys are as fun to watch as they are exasperating to their parents. They are just too cute and have way too much energy. I have no idea how I raised 2 kids cause Emily for an afternoon tuckers me out.

It was great seeing Melissa our official blog lurker she reads us daily and I was happy to know she is still alive and well, still with her boy and they seem to be perfect for eachother. Thanks everyone for coming.

Being a hermit I don't see people often but they always remind me of why I love them when I do.

A poem for Lydia

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.



I didn't perk the coffee right

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.



I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked him...

Like his MOMMA used to do.

Fun Things to do in Corpus at the Yin Yang Fandango Tea Room

THIS TUESDAY NIGHT...
Spiritual Cinema Circle
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One Giant Leap
(A fantastic film!)

One Giant Leap is a collaborative project for the 21st century, which fuses music, words, sounds, rhythms, and images from over 25 different locations in 20 countries around the globe to celebrate diversity of musicians, story-tellers, authors, filmmakers, artists, entrepreneurs, artists, and thinkers from many different cultures. It is an embodiment of the unity in human diversity and a cross-cultural exploration of universal truth that is a global journey unto itself. The result is a flowing, loose-knit tapestry of imagery, interviews, and diverse performances.

One Giant Leap features: Kurt Vonnegut, Dennis Hopper, Ram Dass, Tom Robbins, Anita Roddick, Brian Eno, Michael Stipe (REM), Robbie Williams, Neneh Cherry, Speech (Arrested Development), Stewart Copeland, Baaba Maal, and many more..............
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Sat May 20th 2-4pm
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Buddhist Teacher Kelsang Inchug
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We had a great time last month..don't miss this inspirational and relaxing workshop.
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Ballabajoomba Poetry Slam
Friday May 19th, 26th @ 8pm
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Free Yoga Class
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Free Belly Dance Class
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Sat. May 20th 7-8pm
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Community Drum Circle
Bring drums, rattles, & shakers
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SPRINGFEST w/ live music,
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Saturday June 17th 7-9pm
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I can vouch for Wonderchics Makeup SKills and Lydias Cleaning skills

Wonderchic in her secret past life used to do make -up for Glamour shots she even made my picture look good no broken lenses or anything.
So go ahead and ask her advice or ask any of us for advice we all have it to give.

As for Lydia and her housekeeping he can't possible be complaining about the same woman who was scrubbing ghte grout in my office of her own free will much to my wonderment and joy.

And Mishy you are gonna be famous and we are taking dibs on the entourage. A can be a daffy follwerer with the best of them or cook whichever you prefer

Just when you thought you'd heard it all!/Kelly sucks

Apparently my poor house keeping is the cause of Kelly's depression. (I'd say more about it but at the moment I have nothing to say) After I had thought about it I walked back into the room and started laughing like a mad woman. Well the psychic friends net work says that Kelly won't leave me unless I cheat on him so I've decided to demand consideration. Finally worked up the nerve to tell him that it was pretty shitty of him to make me go get my biopsy results alone and even shittier to back out on babysitting the boys for me while I was at the Dr. So of course he felt the need to share with me that my poor housekeeping was the cause of his depression. I think he should tell his psychiatrist this. Evidently he is dillusional and could probably use some better meds. Oh yeah, and Kelly sucks!

Holy Crap, I'm gonna teach pottery on tv!

Um...I don't wear make-up, but maybe I should get some tips on tv makeup?

My partner/friend Kim, who owns a shop where I teach pottery a couple times a week,( All the Hands ) got us onto Good Morning Arizona, channel 12, on June 1...teaching Jan D'Atri and some other tv personality pottery...on stage! This is even more exciting than the church gig I did, kinda scary the advertising...marketing... Yikes!

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Very limited time offer - They only do this once or twice a year and just for a few days. They are a great company no spam at all.

Lydia Should get Cable internet & Buy this book or I should buy it for her

Book reccomendation of the week:

If I had to pick just one book that everybody should read it would have to be

"Illusions, The adventures of a Reluctant Messiah" And of Course the all important
Messiah's Handbook" Both written by Richard Bach - Best thing he ever did. One and bridge across forever are the seuels to Illusions but aren't as good.

Illusions is a very simple idea and resonates in my mind as absolute truth in so many ways. A very comforting view of God the Universe and Everything and our place in it.
Rips to shreds such biblical myths as "Do unto others as they would you would have done unto you". I live by this book or try to sometimes I fail spectacularly. But I very rarely kill bigs on my windshield and they don't bite me hardly at all so something has to be working.

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Illusions by Richard Bach

Rational thinking/ ATT SUCKS

Now I know that this blog should probably just be a comment on Brandy's Irrational thinking blog. However, I started thinking about it (I know that's dangerous me thinking) and if there are any new readers to the blog and they don't bother to look back in the archives they would miss this whole thing. I know how devastating that would be. I want to state for the record that ATT sucks. My phone bill went up almost five dollars for no good reason except that there is now a new name on the bill. I guess that ATT sucks does not constitute a whole blog so i guess I'll add a bunch of other phone related stuff in here as well, in no particular order. I looked in Lindy's backpack lastnight and have discovered that she is giving my cell phone out to all her friends. I know this because she has very nice computer printed cards with her name and my number. She's freaking nine years old unbelievable! She thought that would be okay because she told them only to call on the weekend. Got my combined cell phone/ATT sucks bill and they have allowed some internett scam company to add 10 dollars to my bill for absolutely nothing! They took it off but they said that the company will now be billing me directly for what I do not know. Some BS voice messaging that I never requested or approved. Does anyone know where I can get DSL for less than $35.oo dollars a month. I don't want to give my money to ATT sucks anymore. Got a phone call from my sister in law, she told me that I should rent one of our houses section 8 because it is ugly outside. I said sure, I've got awaiting list already. Then she didn't have a key for me to show it and didn't want me to put an ad in. I guess that is not what she wanted to hear. Maybe she wanted us to paint outside and landscape or lower the rent. I hate when people try to manipulate me into doing things. If she knew me then she would realize that I am always open to reasonable suggestions. I didn't go hormonal on her and say something like, didn't you just request that I rent this embarressingly ugly eyesore of a house section 8? No more phone related bla to spew out at the moment.

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Hummingbird nest in my studio

Been watching this mama hummingbird who felt safe in my glaze garage and built her nest here. Found out they use spider web strings, plenty of that here!
Very cool stuff, I looked up hummingbird wisdom...here are some photos and I will shoot pics of the new babies as they get bigger...

Here is a very cool article on Hummingbird Wisdom

In progress on Mother's day

Pyramid in progress, hermit crab hideaway destined for Petco I think...

Welcome to The Computer Graphics Society

Welcome to The Computer Graphics Society

Cliff Pickover's RealityCarnival

Cliff Pickover's RealityCarnival

This was posted on the Mojo (Mother Jones) blog

Uppity Cleveland woman carted to psych hospital by police and ordered to a psych unit by judge

For as long as we have had some kind of mental health system, women who "behave incorrectly" have been ordered to undergo its treatments. At one time or another, feminists, suffragists, menopausal women, and women who question authority in any way have been sent to institutions so that they could recieve "help." The latest woman to get such help is Carol Fisher of Cleveland. Fisher is on the staff of Revolution Books, and on January 28, while she was putting Bush Step Down posters on telephone polls in Cleveland Heights, she was ordered by a police officer to take them down or face a fine. When she complied, she was asked for her ID, which she did not have on her. He then grabbed her by the arm, pushed her against a store window, and knocked her face down onto the sidewalk. He was joined by another officer, and they both pressed their feet against her back until she could not breathe. Her chin was pressed down into the concrete; Fisher has osteoradionecrosis in her jaw from radiation treatments for cancer.

Fisher was handcuffed and shackled. During this time, Fisher yelled out to everyone who passed what the posters were about. One of the police officers then told her, Fisher says, to "Shut up or I will kill you! I am sick of this anti-Bush shit! You are definitely going to the psyche ward."

She was then threatened some more and taken away in an EMS truck. At the hospital, Fisher was asked to undress in front of the police officers, which she refused to do. The officers refused to leave, so a nurse attempted to shield her while she undressed. Fisher says she was then cuffed to the bed, given an IV of some sort, and made to wait hours for a psychiatrist to interview her. By this time, members of her World Can't Wait group were in the emergency room having a confrontation with the police, who refused to let them see Fisher. Someone called the news media, who never made an appearance.

Fisher was eventually released and sent home. On May 2, she went to court and was found guilty of two counts of felonious assault of two police officers. The prosecution's "witnesses" had not seen the alleged assault; rather, they claimed that Fisher lacked respect for authority. It took a jury more than eight hours to find her guilty. According to a letter to the editor of The Free Press, the prosecution misquoted Fisher's testimony and gave the jury incorrect information about the city's arrestable offenses. When asked to clarify the law, the judge refused.

As part of the pre-sentencing procedure, the judge, Timothy McGinty, had Fisher undergo a state psychological exam. He had already surmised publicly that Fisher must be mentally unstable to resist arrest. McGinty then declared her "delusional," and on May 9, ordered her to be incarcerated in psychiatric unit of the Cuyahoga County Jail in downtown Cleveland, where she now sits and waits; she could face a three-year prison sentence. According to Mark Crispin Miller, who has spoken with Fisher by telephone, Fisher has also been placed on suicide watch, has had her eyeglasses taken from her, and--if she refuses to take the psych exam--she will be sent to North Coast Mental Institute for a 20-day evaluation.

Posted by Diane E. Dees on 05/12/06

Short Story

This may not be finished yet, but I'll share anyway.

Lizzy just sat there pretending to study the menu, even though she had decided what she was going to eat long before she even glanced down at the words accompanied by the clearly staged pictures of the entrees. She thought that it was funny how the items on the menu always looked so perfect and cheerful in the pictures but upon presentation they always tended to disappoint, never able to fulfill her expectations. Actually she knew what she was going to order before she had even taken her seat at the table. It was quite possible that what she was going to order was decided years in advance.
While she pretended to scrutinize the menu she would listen to the conversations of the people around her. Which for the most part she found to be completely ridiculous, so much so that at times it was impossible for her not to laugh out loud. It was so hard for her to stifle her urge to laugh that on some occasions she would just give in to her inner laughing demon and giggle hysterically for no apparent reason. People often seemed startled by this behavior and stopped and stared for a moment but then quickly tried to ignore her, probably not wanting to seem rude. Elizabeth never worried about being rude, although she would often regret some of her attention drawing actions. She certainly never gave propriety any serious consideration. It is important to note that her intention was never to be purposely obnoxious.
Her attention was diverted from the perfectly boring albeit rather loud conversation going on between two elderly gentlemen by the sound of the restaurant door swinging open. She watched as what was in her opinion one very striking young man walked into the restaurant. She was distracted by him enough to temporarily abandon her eaves dropping ritual. For the entire time that he was waiting to be seated Lizzy's attention was completely focused on him. At first she tried to act as if she was not looking directly at him but rather something near him, her gaze always drifting back to his person and she would draw in little details about him.
He was tall, and she liked tall. His skin was milky white, and seemed too pale for his dark hair and eyes. His eyes were so dark that she could not distinguish where the pupils were. She found that to be very unusual, and to say that she was drawn to the unusual would be something of an understatement. He was not handsome really, but merely memorable. To her it seemed like hours that she stared at him but it was only for but a few minutes. If he noticed that he had caught her eye he acted completely oblivious to it. It might have had something to do with the fact that he did not enter the restaurant alone.
Lizzy completely disregarded the girl on his arm as insignificant. She paid no mind to the presence of the girl as if she were just a person that happened to walk through the door at the same time. Even when they were seated together at a table near hers Lizzy somehow managed to convince herself that he was alone and as she continued to stare at her menu the cogs and wheels in her little mind started spinning, trying to concoct some subtle way to get his attention.
The waitress returned with her large iced tea, very ready to take Lizzy's order as she had declined to give it twice already. She was just about to order her usual and by usual I mean that this was the only thing that she had ever and possibly would ever order. She was very particular when it came to food, but not terribly adventurous. She meant to order her usual but something else popped into her mind and out of her mouth instead.
"I'll have what he is having," she said, as she turned around in her seat and pointed very directly at her striking young man, who still did not notice her.
To that the waitress replied, in a rather fed up tone, "But he hasn't ordered yet." "Well then," said Lizzy, "Will you find out what he's going to have because that's what I want?" Not exactly subtle, but subtle was not something that she did well or even something that she was capable of pulling off.
Without hesitation the waitress scurried to his table, partly because she was a people pleaser but mostly because even though her day had been busy it had not been particularly eventful. When she got to his table she could have just taken his order, as this is what he was expecting, but craving the bit of drama that might ensue the waitress asked, "Excuse me, sir. That young women sitting alone," and she put the emphasis on the word alone, "at that table, would like to know what you'll be ordering, as she intends to order the same thing."
To this he replied, "Well, I'll let her know when she comes over here and sits down next to me." The girl in his company said, "Really Freddy! Must you do that here?"
"Do what?” asked Freddy.
"Do what you're doing."
"What am I doing?"
"You know what you're doing! You are bringing home strange girls."
"Who said anything about bringing her home? I am going to do her in the car lot."
This was apparently a little more drama than the waitress was prepared to witness. She walked away embarrassed and took an order from another table in her section before returning to Lizzy and informing her that he was having a hamburger. Which oddly enough was Lizzy's usual fare. Lizzy sank into her chair and day dreamed that the intriguing young man had invited her to sit with him as she waited for her meal.
When the waitress plopped her plate in front of Lizzy she was disappointed as ever.

More magic

God always gives me what I need. Many times simply what I want and I am continually amazed at the way that the fulfillment of my desires unfold and that is not really magic but simply divine. I see glimpses of the future in my dreams but do not know what I am seeing until after it has transpired and it isn't usually very exciting. I think that this is some cosmic gift that everyone posesses but few will admit to. I'm not sure what category this falls into but from time to time I experience beautiful things and they feel like magic. I don't know why I carry around so much baggage from my past. I suppose that we all do. Recently I have been asking God to let each day be new, to allow me not to drag previous negativity into it as is sometimes (alot of the time) my habit. I don't know how to convey to a reader my definition of beauty as I am a rather poor descriptive writer but here is my definition of a beautiful experience.
I used cringe when I heard the name Lois. When I was five years old for a brief period I lived with my father and his girlfriend. A slender young blonde girl named Lois. She was physically beautiful but a very mean person who didn't realize that when she won out over my mother that she would be stuck raising her five and three year old. To be honest with you I do not remember her doing a thing for us, not even the basic things that you would do for an animal such as feeding us when my father was not around. Mostly I remember her screaming at us, and telling us we were bad. I would tell her not to yell at my brother because he was just a baby. Then she would scream that if I didn't want her to yell at him then I needed to make sure he didn't mess anything up. So I kept him out of trouble the best I could, but she was still a bitch to him. When I was at school I would worry about what she might be doing to him. That's just a little taste of the misery associated with that name, and no matter how I tried to not to think of her whenever I would hear the name Lois those scary five year old feelings would appear. Now I know all of this doesn't sound very magic or beautiful but here is how God helped me with this one.

Lindy ran into the house with something in her hand grey and covered with furry down. It was a baby dove. The wind had blown away their nest and some neighborhood kids were hurting them. My Lindy isn't very agressive believe it or not so she just took the one that wasn't hurt yet and ran to her Mommy. By the time I got out there the others were dead. Please help it Mommy my daughter begged. I wanted to but did not believe that I could really. I've never raised a baby bird so Lindy and I decided to take it to Brenda, a lover and rescuer of all things wild. Brenda didn't answer her door so we left her a note. She called us and said that at the moment she was up to her neck in orphans and abandoned pets, she did give me the number of someone else. No name just a number. So I called the number and did not know who to ask for, I introduced myself and explained the situation asking if she knew how I could care for this little creature. So soon I was driving to her house at 9 oclock at night. She opened the door for us and I recognized her, but I do not know from where. Within minutes she was working her magic on the baby bird. She fed it with a dropper but the way she did it looked so easy and natural. She did it with such love. We stayed an hour but we could have stayed all night talking with her. She was such a beautiful soul. So open, loving, kind. She taught us how to care for baby doves and what to feed them just in case we wanted to take care of one, should we ever find another one. I will call her this afternoon to check on our foundling and to thank her again. On the way home lastnight I kept thinking of what an angel she was. This will all make sense when I mention that her name is Lois. All day long, I've been thinking of Lois and sending her my love and when I hear the name Lois I'm sure that I will think of no one but her. Thank you God.

iWon News

iWon News: "BERLIN (Reuters) - A cat saved the life of a newborn baby abandoned on the doorstep of a Cologne house in the middle of the night by meowing loudly until someone woke up, a police spokesman said Saturday.

'The cat is a hero,' Cologne police spokesman Uwe Beier said. 'Its loud meowing got the attention of the homeowner and saved the baby from suffering life-threatening hypothermia. The homeowner opened door to see why the cat was making so much noise and discovered the newborn.'

Beier said the boy was taken to hospital at 5 a.m. on Thursday, when overnight temperatures fell toward zero, and had suffered only mild hypothermia. He said there was no indication of what happened to the boy's mother."



dragonez: It just wanted a new home and used the baby to manipulate the humans
faeriequeene2000: exactly. and now it will be pampered beyond any cat's wildest dreams
dragonez: It is really a were cat that can grow to 0 times its normal size
dragonez: And it snatched the baby and dragged it to the door step in an attempt to get out of the fucking cold

::: wood s lot ::: "the fitful tracing of a portal"

Some interesting art and poetry

::: wood s lot ::: "the fitful tracing of a portal"

Don't Mess with Mom This is one of my favorites gor smart ass teens

My son came home from school one day,
with a smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough,
to put me in my place.
"Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr. Wright?
It's all about the laws today,
The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'
It says I need not clean my room,
don't have to cut my hair.
No one can tell me what to think,
or speak, or what to wear.
I have freedom from religion,
and regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
and I sure don't have to pray.
I can wear earrings if I want,
and pierce my tongue & nose.
I can read & watch just what I like,
get tattoos from head to toe.
And if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges,
with the marks on my behind.
Don't you ever touch me,
my body's only for my use,
not for your hugs and kisses,
that's just more child abuse.
Don't preach about your morals,
like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control,
And it's illegal too!
Mom, I have these children's rights,
so you can't influence me,
or I'll call Children's Services Division,
better known as C.S.D."


Mom's Reply and Thoughts
Of course my first instinct was
to toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson
made me think a little more.
I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this go.
A smile crept upon my face,
he's messing with a pro.
Next day I took him shopping
at the local Goodwill Store.
I told him, "Pick out all you want,
there's shirts & pants galore.
I've called and checked with C.S.D.
who said they didn't care
if I bought you K-Mart shoes
instead of those Nike Airs.
I've canceled that appointment
to take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned
so I'll decide what's best."
I said "No time to stop and eat,
or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can start to learn
to make your own sack lunch.
Just save the raging appetite,
and wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions,
a favorite dish of mine."
He asked "Can I please rent a movie,
to watch on my VCR?"
"Sorry, but I sold your TV,
for new tires on my car.
I also rented out your room,
you'll take the couch instead.
The C.S.D. requires
just a roof over your head.
Your clothing won't be trendy now,
I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get,
will buy me something neat.
I'm selling off your jet ski,
dirt-bike & roller blades.
Check out the 'Parents' Bill of Rights',
It's in effect today!
Hey, hot shot, are you crying,
Why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out,
instead of C.S.D..?"

Quote of the day

Build a man a fire, and you keep him warm for the night. Set a man on fire, and you keep him warm for the rest of his life.

iWon News - Paper Reports NSA Collecting Phone Records

iWon News - Paper Reports NSA Collecting Phone Records: "The government is secretly collecting records of ordinary Americans' phone calls in an effort to build a database of every call made within the country, it was reported Thursday.

AT&T, Verizon and BellSouth telephone companies began turning over records of tens of millions of their customers' phone calls to the National Security Agency program shortly after the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks, said USA Today, citing anonymous sources it said had direct knowledge of the arrangement."

One big telecommunications company, Qwest, has refused to turn over records to the program, the newspaper said, because of privacy and legal concerns.

I think I might just change to Qwest. Nice to know at least one company respects the tights of Americans. I think everybody who can today should switch to qwest

My mothers polluted mind

Leave it to my mother to rain on my parade. She was absolutely horrified to hear that Blaze and I found four leaf clovers on our lawn. She now insists that we get our water tested for contaminants. She then went on to say that if our water came out ok then that just means that toxic chemicals were dumped on our lawn. Thanks a lot Mom.

Wonderful Workshop Weekend with Wally

Here's Wally's site, and will have lots of pictures soon to share. Here are some from the workshop in Dallas the weekend before mine- Dallas Naku workshop

eBay: Large Stuffed Bear - Haunted / Demonic Presence (item 6056014456 end time May-10-06 19:30:59 PDT)

The stupid ebay auction of the moment read the whole and then laugh at what they are willing to pay

eBay: Large Stuffed Bear - Haunted / Demonic Presence (item 6056014456 end time May-10-06 19:30:59 PDT)

Damn Interesting � Eyewitnesses to Hiroshima and Nagasaki

Damn Interesting � Eyewitnesses to Hiroshima and Nagasaki

Save the Internet :

Please look at his and participate the corporate moguls are at it again and it affets you. Companies such as At&t are pushing for a law that lets them decide what sites you can visit and will force websites to pay to be included on this list. Needliss to say I ain't paying no one except the peoploe who host the site. This is a real danger and we should all sign the petition and write our congress men and tell them nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!


Save the Internet :

Speaking of dead people, Um I mean faeries, No wait I mean magic

Lydia once asked my husband if it was true that I could work magic and to his credit he has gained belief and faith after all these years and he answered yes. There was no real clarification just a simple yes. My mother says the first time she knew I was weird was when I was less than a year old and our cat had kittens and it used to bring them to me and set them under my feet so they would have something to rest on while I was sitting in my walker. Now I don't remember that particular episode but I do remember dressing them and them letting me keep them contrained to cradles and doll clothes for most of my toddler years. (Or this could be from the brain damage cause by the typical toddler smothering effect)

All my life I have felt power around and in everything I see or do. Forests, fields and bare earth project it more deeply and cement cities seem to cut it off completely which is of course why I have a tendency to nap in the backyard in the sun and love to swim in the ocean. The ocean is power barely harnessed, waiting to be set free.

Yes yes I do attribute this power to God but not probably in the sense most people mean. I believe we are all part of God, children of God etc. which is why I don't believe that Christ truly ranks over us. After all he didn't want to be worshiped he wanted us to believe and to love it seems to me that we have missed the whole point.

The first time I ever tried to use true magic powers conciously was in 6th grade and several weird things happened and some previous friends no longer talked to me after that year, which was my first and only venture to the dark side. The Dark side and formal magic are powerful but boring and require far more effort than I am willing to put forth.

Since that time I use the more practical magics and only white magics. I wish for something and it happens. I can tell people if they are likely to become pregnant and if so what sex. Little things. I have dreams of the future can feel ghosts or other spirits - little stuff that people look at you like you are a nuts for.

But the magic I practice most often is that of illusion and control. I try to make people feel better and to make them understand one another. Recently (and the reason for this post) is that I came to a passage in a book that described it better than I ever could. So I thought I would share it with you. The passage comes from Terry Prachett's Men at Arms book which is from the disc world series. A fictional world propelled through space onthe the back of 4 elephants standing on top of a giant turtle. I love these books and if anyone truly want to live in my bubble headed lala land they should read them.

The passage is as follows:

"He could lead armies, Angua thought. He really could. Some people have inspired whole countries to great deeds because of the power of their vision. And so could he. Not because he dreams about marching hordes or world domination, or an empire of a thousand years. Just because he thinks that everyone's really decent underneath and would get along just fine if only they made the effort, and he believes that so strongly that it burns like a flame which is bigger than he is. He's got the dream and we're all part of it, so that it shapes the world around him. And the weird thing is that no one wants to dissapoint him. It's be like kicking the biggest puppy in the universe. It's a kind of magic."

If you have any interest in reading this book or any of the other 30+ novels of discworld then just click the link below
Discworld by Terry Prachett

SketchUp - Google SketchUp (free)

Very simple amazingly wonderful 3d Modeling program. If you have a budding architect in your world then you should download this free program now.

SketchUp - Google SketchUp (free)

Can this really be the Catholic church itself espousing violence over something as silly as a movie

iWon News: Christians must not just sit back and say it is enough for us to forgive and to forget," Arinze said in the documentary made by Rome film maker Mario Biasetti for Rome Reports, a Catholic film agency specializing in religious affairs.

"'Those who blaspheme Christ and get away with it are exploiting the Christian readiness to forgive and to love even those who insult us. There are some other religions which if you insult their founder they will not be just talking. They will make it painfully clear to you,' Arinze said."

As I said earlier I think the religions of the world have missed the point we are here to get along, to help eachother
and the christians should be grateful that the movie only suggests he married and had children. Given the churches version of his never knowing a woman and hanging out pretty much exclusivily with men the book could have attempted to show he was in fact Gay. Since during Jesus' time 35 was fairly well into old age and the idea of not being married or ever knowing a women was probaly pretty much unheard of in those days as is was in todays a fairly good case for homosexuality could have been made.

So lighten up forgive and go on its not like God or Allah or whomever you believe made the world really needs our help to provide justice on their own. The idea that God needs our help to kill people is as ludicris and the Catholic and fundamentalist views against birthcontrol. How can a God who creates an entire universe and everything in it be stopped by a pill or a condom made by man.

Welcome Wonderchic!

Additonal notes to Brandy's welcome - Correct grammar and punctuation is also optional.

Beware Newbie on the board.

Lets give a grand old Wisdom welcome to our newest member. Drum Roll - The Envelope Please. OOOPs Glitch, Damn I dropped the envelope.

Due to technically difficulties our newest member is not allowing us to give out her name. Threaten to sue us as a last resort. I told her any resort will do. What I can tell you is she is a young beautiful and quite competant woman she just hasn't realized it yet.

So without further ado lets all clap and cheer for MS..... Wonderchic
She laughs, she cries, she can fling sarcasm from room to room.

Welcome From the Dragonlady and all the rest of the cohorts.

Remember the Goldren rule - Write anything you want but beware practicing the art of political correctness can get you shot.

PS - Proper spelling is optional

Mighty Optical Illusions - Very cool my favorite site today Click on the link to the right to see more great stuff.

My favorties are the sidewalk art

Mighty Optical Illusions

Classic Cartoons - Some great stuff

Classic Cartoons

Need a list?? Will any list do?

My favorite is my parents are hypocrites
www.todolistblog.com

New Pictures of Emily

Emily Marie - The Minor Years

I can see dead people... um I mean faeries.

This afternoon I picked Blaze up for school and he was taking his time walking from the truck to the house so like any inpatient adult, I left him in the front yard and went inside ahead of him. It hadn't been three minutes when he bounded inside announcing his find. He found a four leaf clover! How lucky! I praised him for his sharp eyes and told him that good things were sure to follow. It was the first genuine four leaf clover that I had ever seen. One leaf was smaller than the other. I spent hours looking for four leave clovers as a child. Never found a one. Of course I soon joined him in the hunt and it wasn't long before I found my own four leaf clover. I gave it to Kelly because I figured that his luck could use more help than mine. Blaze continued searching and found another one. I searched later by myself and found another one also. I was pretty stoked. I researched four leaf clovers on the net and I found out the following. If you find a 4-leaf clover you will be able to see faeries, recognize witches, and detect evil spirits! I recognized Kelly's ex-wife today must be working already.

The Montana Sedition Project

The Montana Sedition Project