So, Hell Hath No Fury, Huh?

Then remind me why you don't want to go there. It's obviously a more forgiving place than Heaven. No one gets mad. Everyone's expecting you to sin, so you don't even need to pretend like you're perfect. And let's face it, with fires already burning no one would give a damn if you set another.
I get a kick out of people who believe in God. I was one of them, once. But, well, now I'm not. Simple as that. People clasp their hands, whisper their innermost thoughts to the clouds, and to the invisible, wish-granting genie living on them? And Jesus can resurrect himself? Uh, no. That can't happen, no matter how long you've believed in magic. Santa doesn't exist. The Tooth Fairy doesn't exist. You've come to terms with that a looong time ago. How is God any more real? With all the sh*t happening on the planet, all the time, you can't tell me there's a caring, almighty man watching over everyone. Well, of course you can tell me that. But I'll disagree. My faith is simply placed elsewhere now.
Everything good that's happened to me and my family, happened because of what we did. We didn't sit on our asses waiting for a miracle. We helped ourselves. The road's slippery with snow and ice, you drive carefully homeward. You go into labor in the middle of the night, you call 911. There's no God to do sh*t for you.
You just need to do some things on your own.

Hey, Hey, Hey!

I hope I'm a mess right now just because of allergies. I can't be sick now! Payday's tomorrow. I can get sick tomorrow afternoon, but not now. I know it doesn't matter to the knobheads who go out when they're sick; but I'm trying to be courteous here. I wish they would do the same. I'm sick of getting coughed on or sneezed on by these retards. Turn your head into your arm, you're already germy; stop spreading it. Use hand sanitizer a lot; I don't care if you have one strapped to your forehead. It ain't that hard to be clean about your illness. And even if it is, try setting the bar a little higher for yourself! If life were all about taking the easy road there would be no challenges. You have a job, a couple of kids, now learn how to use Kleenex. That's the easiest of 'em all. And some of you might be well acquainted with easy.

A White Morning

I woke to a white ground today. From eight AM to, well, now; snow has been falling nonstop. I just love it! Almost March and we're being decorated in nature's glitter. What a perfect start it was to this day.

Putting The Face To The Name

There are movie/show characters out there I dislike, despite respecting the actors who portray them. Like Magneto - I'm not fond of villains, but I have a lot of respect for Ian MacKellan. It must have been tough, memorizing all those hand gestures. And, according to my research, he publicly supports gay rights. It's nice when the more mature generations can have open hearts; and not all fall prey to the crap in the Bible.
I also do not like Barry Kripke; but I do respect John Ross Bowie. Putting on that speech impediment so perfectly every time is really an amazing talent. No, he does not actually have it. Isn't that incredible? I saw a YouTube video once and hearing his real voice made me aware of how much more there is to people I judge. It makes me stop and think that maybe all first impressions are bad.

People Are Damn Weird When They Drink

Today we had Chinese food with Mom's boyfriend. To sum up, it was ten minutes of almost complete silence. Then he left, taking Mom with her. When she returned the three of us sat in the living room, chatting...or rather, listening to her drunk rambles, as we do so very often. Fun, fun! At 11:00 PM we decided to turn in. No sooner had we left the living room that the light fixture, all rusted and ruined, fell right off onto the floor. We keep this glass thing with an LED light inside on the table; and the lamp shade didn't even scrape it as it shattered. Amazingly the metal on it also broke. Can you imagine? Everybody came running to see what had made the tremendous noise; which my mother actually wonders how to describe. (You would think using the words Breaking glass would perfectly suffice.) For over half an hour she griped about how if we had been still sitting there, "we could have died." Half an hour! Thirty minutes on telling us how high she jumped and how scared she was.

The Rarest Kind Of Mistake

I personally promise you, this is the only one I could find in the entire series of the Partholon novels written by P.C. Cast. Otherwise it is pretty much flawless; but this mistake is, well, big. In Elphame's Choice, Brighid is using her hooves (she's a centaur, a horse from the waist down) to crush soapstone, so she can bathe.

Soapstone is a metamorphic rock. It's used for counter tops and carving. I don't think such a thing would leave you feeling anything but scratched up.

Well, That's Uncalled For!

Okay, so there's this girl, let's call her A. She's being picked on by everybody else, every other damn letter in the alphabet, except for me, K. I'd seen these bullies talk her down; and then when they got picked on by their own bullies, they were all tearful and butt-hurting. So I asked why everybody was so rude to A when she was always so nice to them. And for a long time, everything was silent and golden, and A was being treated more like a human being. Then I made a post, saying I want children someday; and A attacks me. I helped her out, and got those people off her back, and she's going for my throat here and saying I'm an idiot; I don't know what to do.

8SR

I've been Simple Ruling my brain out - in other words, watching 8 Simple Rules a lot lately. It's a good show; it was much better with Ritter. C.J. ruined it, I think he was the reason ratings dropped too low to continue making new episodes.
There are, however, some other quirks about that show I don't like. For instance, Bridget, the airhead, has always gotten upset for logical reasons; while Kerry, the fantastically smart one, gets upset over insignificant things. And when Kerry does get upset for good reasons, she whines about it and makes me care so little about her problems. I mean, she's what, fifteen? and her biggest argument is saying, "GRR!" I used to like her, but then I realized, "She's b*tchy and annoying." I have two siblings who are middle children, and they're more mature than my parents.
I used to like Kyra from "Reba", too. But I never liked Reba. And then I realized, Kyra is Reba.
Today I'm liking the dumb blonds, because they're kinder. They don't get explosive over every little thing. And when they do get upset, you can actually care, because when they aren't upset all the time, you know they're actually feeling hurt, and for good reasons. I mean when you're all "Grr" all the time (which I swear up and down she actually says, in episodes such as "Bake Sale" and "Let's Keep Going 2" - go ahead and check it out, prove me wrong, I dare you); you can't even tell what means a lot to them and what doesn't.
First John Ritter, then James Avery. I have to wonder if they even tried to revive them. It wasn't Ritter's time, he was still a young man. Sort of. They could have made more than just two seasons with the guy. If he were still alive, they would probably still be making episodes. And who knows? Maybe they would be grandparents by now. Or maybe they would have more than three children by now.
I bet Ritter and Avery would've gotten along great.
My other favorite actors are Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. They're getting up there in years; I hope to hell they are taking damn good care of themselves. I want to clone them. But I'm too broke. I'll settle for an awesome movie with those two guys, playing the fathers to one son each; who would be portrayed by Will Smith and Jim Carrey. I'd watch that movie. I'd buy the tickets and I'd cut off my left arm to meet all four of those guys and get their autographs. And I'm a leftie, so you know I mean it.