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.