Don't Panic

Random Quote that was on my blog:

"When it is incorrect, it is, at least *authoritatively* incorrect." -- Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy

I love that series!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Say what?

Yep.
Mercury is definitely retrograde. Miscommunications abound!
I've only had my first real problem with it today (yesterday?) -- which is pretty good considering it went retrograde on the 18th or 19th this month.
Here's what happened to me:
I sent an email asking for directions. I got a reply with an offer to be picked up instead. I replied to that, turning down the offer, and still needing directions.
I waited. And waited. No return email.
What the hell? Am I just supposed to stay home, or what?
See, that's where Mercury entered.
I was getting replies, but on my voice mail. I'm on dial-up, so I had no idea. I'm -by now- impatiently staring at my screen, wondering what the hell is going on. I start getting frustrated (Mercury again), and start venting as soon as my husband walks in the door (poor guy).
I finally get an email...

...telling me to check my voice mail. *laugh*

Sure enough, I had four messages waiting for me, and one of them had the directions I was waiting for! :D

Aren't miscommunications fun? And they happen every time Mercury goes into retrograde. It messes with electronic stuff, too.
Hmmm... maybe that's why I was having so much trouble online today/yesterday...

I'm still around, I promise...

Hey y'all!
I've been sick. I started to get better, but...
Relapse kicked my ass last night. Probably from all the running.
Friday we went to the castle (yes, my friends have a castle in the mountains. How cool is that??). There were just a few of us that night. A very intimate circle around the fire. I actually learned how to drum!! This is huge. I've been terrified to try it because my husband and kid are total music naturals. Seriously. My kid can pick up just about any instrument, and make music -- even if she has never even heard of that instrument before.
So, anyway, this girl (she was so cool!) taught me the couple things she learned back in the beginning. I actually was playing a drum around the fire with the group. SO COOL!!!
We stayed the night, and drove home Saturday. We had to stop and get groceries, and then about a mile (if that) from my house, a tire blew. Sounded like a gunshot. Then a lug nut got rounded off, and all kinds of drama. But we live in the South. Very helpful people down here. With the help of the guy that lived by our flat tire crisis, everything turned out fine.
We got home in time to power clean for our company that was coming over, and staying late. That was a lot of fun, especially at the end when we could just not stop talking, and it was getting later and later and later...
I drove one of my friends home. We left here at 5am. I got back a few minutes after 6am.
So after all the running and stuff, I relapsed hard. I think I'm on the road to recovery again. The hardest part has been the headaches. I don't get headaches, and I have been getting them daily while sick. And not mild little throbbers. Oh no, can't have that. Light, sound, movement... Everything made the pain go up a notch. It was like the symptoms that go along with a migraine, but I don't think the pain was intense as a migraine. I didn't feel sick to my stomach or anything. Couple this with my dislike of taking any meds, and blech. I eventually would take some ibuprofen, and it would help. I always tried coffee (caffeine) first, though.

On Friday we leave for Atlanta, and I am starting to get a little stressed. I'm usually better prepared by now, but it feels like time is just racing pass me. It's hard to believe that it's already here.

Plus, spring break is upon us. It started last Friday. Good Friday. I don't understand this holiday at all. No, I mean it. I didn't grow up with it, so I don't know what the Christians believe it means. I know the pagan origins, and I know the Jehovah's Witnesses don't celebrate holidays (because of pagan origins). So anyway, the whole thing. Lent, Ash Wednesday, Good Friday, Easter, etc... If someone could explain what these symbolize, I'd be grateful. Right now, I'm just a big ball of confusion.

I was going to reply with a comment, but...

it got to be too long. Plus, if there are any others that have misunderstood me, I'd like to clear things up.

This is in reference to my 'Proof of insanity spreading' post.

The two comments I received:
Raven said...
That was a good example of something I find disturbing. This growing religious fanatism in America. Next thing they'll be putting people to the question. I have no problem with people that have a strong faith in their religion. Just don't try to force it on the rest of us.

5:01 AM


Nat said...
it certainly doesn't read like he's trying to force it on anyone. can't a christian guy have a blog?

you sound just as self-righteous as you claim him to be.

4:04 PM


My response:

Nat-
I think you missed my point. He can be as Christian as he wants to be. He can have an all-Christian blog. It is his right to preach from his blog, if he wants.
I mentioned his 'Mission'. I have copy/pasted it here:

Mission
Christian Line is a Christian Weblog Devoted to the Betterment of America Through a Return to Basic Christian Values.

This is what I had a problem with. The 'Betterment of America'. He can improve his own life in whatever way he sees fit, but bettering the country for the rest of us?
I just want the freedom to worship any way I want, and if this continues, that freedom will be taken from me.

I am not self-righteous. I am scared out of my mind.

Ugh.

I'm sick. It crept up on me yesterday. Damn it!
My head feels like a broken Weeble -- it does fall down.

I was planning on going to a friend's place tonight and watching "Reefer Madness". BUT I wouldn't wish this feeling on anybody. Sorry, dollface! I was really looking forward to it. It's been a while since we've hung out.

I am trying to set up another blog. I'm an addict, what can I say? I have this one (rants and updates), the internet quizzes one (all tests, all the time), and now I want to set up a photo blog. Just for the hell of it. (I'm an addict.) Just because I can. (I'm an addict.) I like things to be separated and organized. (I'm an addict.) Plus, I want to try something other than Blogger, just to see what the difference is. (I'm an addict.)
So, as you can see, I have many many reasons. (I'm an addict.)


I've been noticing a lot of crappy people lately. Ya know the ones. You want to look at them incredulously, and say, "Where do you get off???". The people that feel it is their God/dess-given right to slam other humans. Criticizing people's weight, religion, freedoms, choices, looks, grammar, etc...
They have no right. I still say, if you are perfect, prove it. If you haven't ever done anything wrong, prove it. We are all human. We will make mistakes. We will royally fuck up. We will do things 'you' will disagree with. This does not make it your personal playground. Kiss off!

And no, none of my friend's have pissed me off. This is mostly coming from comments on other's blogs. Makes me sick.

OH! That's why I feel like this!!! :D

I think we can all relate...

I just read something on one of the entertaining blogs I visit. Check the links on the side; it's Raven's Rage.

But this post cracked me up so much, I had to spread it around.

My Weekend

I don't routinely do this, but here goes. My weekend. (You're thrilled already, aren't you?)

Friday night was actually really great. I enjoyed my class that night a lot.
So why dwell on it? :D

Saturday was a bit different. We woke up late, and I had to rush. NEVER a good thing. We took the Kid to the Great American Meat Out (a vegetarian one day festival thing). We had to do something. It was the same day we would normally take her to a story/craft thing -- Which we aren't doing right now, because Manic runs it. We would have to see her. EWWW!

I had to be to a friend's house by 3pm (and actually made it there early. Yay me!!!). We were going to a different kind of festival, and planned on being there all night.

When we got there, it was very quiet. We found out most people were sleeping (it was about 6pm). We knew they must have exhausted themselves Friday night. I thought that boded well for Saturday night. As the night wore on, I realized there were key people missing. It didn't feel right without them.

This is not to say there weren't any good moments. There were quite a few. But I didn't leave there feeling like I was wrapped in a warm blanket of love. And I usually come away from these things feeling very warm and fuzzy. Faith in humanity renewed, and all that rot.

I did have an excellent time hanging with the friend I rode with. He's one of the few people I would give selflessly to. (Yep, that's right. I generally put myself first. Deal with it.) We make a good team.

We got back to the Knox area about 8am. We crashed at his house. I called Husband around noon to come get me. Sunday was all about recovery. I was aching. Saturday night was chilly, and I was standing almost all night (except for the time I folded over, head on knees, and fell asleep. No one could wake me for a while).

I'm looking forward to this week. It's a slower week (meaning I have two whole nights when nothing is scheduled). Tonight is one of those nights. I can't wait to sit on my ass, veg in front of the TV, and not have to run anywhere.
Ah yes, peaceful laziness - here I come.

Proof of insanity spreading

Here we go. Perfect example of the brainwashing that the "MAN" has been trying to accomplish for eons.
Look at the Mission statement on the sidebar. The rest of the blog doesn't matter -- the Mission makes my point.
link

Scary bedtime story. Y'all tucked in?

I read a very scary article tonight.

Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against Christians. Some of my best friends are Christians. That's the way it should be. Diversity, variety, different viewpoints...

But when Christians start thinking they have the one and only true religion, and that I'll have to go underground to avoid persecution...

If these people get their way, we will be back into the Burning Times. Not an exaggeration. Think about it. If all leaders in this country are hell-bent to make everyone worship their God, and are willing to go to any lengths to accomplish it, do you think they will be tolerant of any other religions? Pretty soon, it won't be good enough to be Christian, but you'll have to be a certain kind of Christian. Do you want anyone telling you how you should lead your spiritual life? I sure don't. What supposedly makes this country so great is it's freedom and diversity. With Bush becoming the next Hitler with all his Christian Nazis backing him up, what will become of the Land of the Free? The Land of the Oppressed? Land of the Dominated? Land of the Scared-shitless?

One true religion, one pure race, you're different so I'm better than you... All of that crap is the same. Holy Wars, Second World War, racism, etc. None of it is right, and the 'leaders' can't see that. Geez! At least if you are going to try and establish a New World Order, be subtle about it. That would take some skill and finesse. But this in your face bully fucked up shit? 'My way, or the execution way' type attitude is destroying the USA. What happened to standing up for ourselves? What happened to our Voice? We were so rebellious to begin with. We told a king to kiss off, fought his men, and continued to have this cocky pride down through all the years. Until now. Now America is brainwashed. We have become numb to what is happening around us. We are just going to wait, and complain about it later, aren't we? America is a bunch of whiney bitches.

Check out some of these statements:

...a national conference aimed at "reclaiming America for Christ." Scary shit. I didn't ever think of 'America for' just one religion. Melting pot, people!!

"We have God-sized problems in our country, and only God can solve them," Yep. But whose God? And don't ya think God would be a bit annoyed if he had to come here and solve our problems? We're smarter than this!

Their mission is not simply to save souls. The goal is to mobilize evangelical Christians for political action to return society to what they call "the biblical worldview of the Founding Fathers." Heh. Yeah, the Founding Fathers were right-wing Christians... Sure they were... And practiced occult stuff as part of their Freemasonry. And weren't the Founding Fathers the ones that said that bit about the 'separation of church and state' ? Sheesh.

. "There's nothing wrong with trying to convince others to adopt their views, but [Dr. Kennedy's] effort is also to use the levers of government to force changes." To force changes, people. FORCE. Not convince, or sway, or encourage. Force.

"The country is getting further away from Christian values, and we're being stifled," says Debbie Mochle-Young, of Santa Monica, Calif. "Other nationalities are coming to live here and say, 'We want our beliefs,' but they don't let you have yours." Yeah, right. Can you see them accepting me and my Goddess chants?

...for the now-required sexual abstinence program in New York public schools. He and his wife, Penelope, say they hope to "learn more about how to share America's Christian heritage with others." Required abstinence program? Our Christian heritage?

The Center aims to increase its 500,000-strong "e-mail army" to 1 million, and to encourage Christians to run for office. They feel the need to say ARMY. Says something, doesn't it?

"If they don't vote our way, we'll change their view one way or another," executive director Gary Cass tells the group. One way or another???

Mr. Pink says he's now urging wealthy Christian businessmen to start using their earnings to purchase such prizes as ABC and NBC. So they can monopolize our every influence...

"Judicial activists are running rampant and a God-free country is their goal.... All means to turn the tide must be considered, including their removal," Their REMOVAL.

Great joke I heard tonight

WHAT DOES A KISS TASTE LIKE? . . .

One day a teacher had a taste test with her students. She picked a little boy
to do the first test. She blindfolded him, put a Hershey kiss in his mouth and
asked, "Do you know what it is?" The little boy said, "No, I don't."

The teacher said, "OK, I'll give you a clue. It's the thing your daddy wants
from your Mom before he goes to work."

Suddenly, a little girl at the back of the room yelled, "Spit it out! It's a
piece of Ass!"

Such a tool

This is the most useless tool I've ever seen.


...And yet, I want one.

You've gotta read this!

Here's another example of unbelievable human behavior.
I found this on People Are So Stupid.

Quotations

A man after my own heart

A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand.
Bertrand Russell

Passive acceptance of the teacher's wisdom is easy to most boys and girls. It involves no effort of independent thought, and seems rational because the teacher knows more than his pupils; it is moreover the way to win the favour of the teacher unless he is a very exceptional man. Yet the habit of passive acceptance is a disastrous one in later life. It causes man to seek and to accept a leader, and to accept as a leader whoever is established in that position.
Bertrand Russell
(In other words, respecting people older than you is not mandatory, nor should you get in trouble for questioning. - Me)

Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.
Bertrand Russell

Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so.
Bertrand Russell

Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.
Bertrand Russell
(Ah, fear of change. Such a silly thing. - Me)

It is a waste of energy to be angry with a man who behaves badly, just as it is to be angry with a car that won't go.
Bertrand Russell
(Or to yell at the other drivers in traffic... - Me)

If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence.
Bertrand Russell

It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this.
Bertrand Russell

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
Bertrand Russell
(I knew it!!! - Me)

Drama Queen's Drum

Isn't it beautiful?? 

This is the drum we bought for her. It's a doumbek, not a djimbe, but it has a really nice sound. Husband wants one just like it!!

There's a huge downer though. It's almost depressing...
We have to wait until the end of April before we can give it to her. *sigh* I want to see her reaction NOW!!! She is going to be so excited.

Shameless plug: We bought it at Guitar Center.

Audioblogging

I want to send out a big thank you to Cricket for her research. Audio will be so easy!!!

Here's the links. Trust me, you want to check these out.
Info and site.

A few updates.

This is a djimbe. 

The husband will be looking at drums for the kid today. Hopefully he'll be able to find a reasonably priced djimbe (pronounced Jim-Bay). Her birthday is coming up next month. We hang around a lot of drummers, and the kid loves to play along. She's pretty good too! But if everyone feels like drumming, she has to sit out -- since she doesn't have one of her own. We are trying to change that. Today, if possible.

I've updated my links. They definitely needed sprucing up!!

I found a new place to play!! Weird/funny videos at BoFunk!

Everything else has been going really good. As you can probably tell from my blog silence. Our Atlanta trip at the beginning of April is completely paid for. We have the money to get the kid a couple nice gifts for her birthday. (Which reminds me -- I want to see if Walmart still has those digital cameras for kids. Pretty cool little thing. Built-in storyboards and such.) We received our Girl Scout cookies. Yum! Peanut butter!!!

Husband's extra side job paid more in two days of work than his regular job does in a week. That's a good thing.

We have a lot of stuff coming up fast. AND we are moving. We haven't found a place. We don't know if we'll rent or own. And at this point, I don't care. I just want out, out, out! I can't stand living here another moment. We'll wait until summer though. Between the brats next door, and the brat up the road... Between my redneck neighbors burning ALL their trash, and the dogs that think it is a free toy pile... Between having no storage, and the poor construction... Between being totally ashamed of this place, and trying to maintain a social life... You see what I mean? We ARE moving. Thank god, I'm not the only one that feels this way. The other two members of this family are on board. Even the kid. Course she's used to moving. I think she has lived in 14 different homes so far. She's not 10 years old yet. That should be a clue of how much we like to move. None of the moves were mandatory, or because of a better job. We just moved, and started our life over... and over... and over...

Gmail

I, like everyone else, have 50 gmail accounts to give away. I doubt there will be any takers, but drop me a line if you're interested.
Supply exceeds demand, and all that rot.

An Aesop's Fable

The Ass in the Lion’s Skin


AN ASS once found a Lion’s skin which the hunters had left out in the sun to dry. He put it on and went towards his native village. All fled at his approach, both men and animals, and he was a proud Ass that day. In his delight he lifted up his voice and brayed, but then every one knew him, and his owner came up and gave him a sound cudgelling for the fright he had caused. And shortly afterwards a Fox came up to him and said: “Ah, I knew you by your voice.”
“FINE CLOTHES MAY DISGUISE, BUT SILLY WORDS WILL DISCLOSE A FOOL.”

Aesop's Fables

A solution for boring sex

Ever have really boring sex? Or know you are going to?

Want to 'spice it up'?

Or at least entertain yourself during the few minutes it lasts? Something to pass the time besides going into that happy place inside your head?

I have a suggestion. I've tried it. It really helps to get through the waste of naked time. I first tried it when I was still a teen. Well, actually I tried it as a different way of saying no. It didn't work.

My suggestion: Read something.

Yes, I'm serious. Pick a book, a comic book, erotic letters... anything really.


The story of my first time reading (mentioned above):
Quick history. I was tricked into dating this guy. How can you be tricked, you ask? I lived in a small town. All things that cause trouble are possible. He was a total hornball (maybe because no one would date him -- except me, and I was tricked). He was always after me, like hornballs are known to do. I was running out of ways to avoid the nakedness factor.

Him: Want to have sex?
Me: Only if I can keep reading this MAD Magazine. (Thinking he would be mortally offended, male ego shattered...)
Him: Okay.
Me: *speechless*

Well, since I set the conditions, I had to go through with it, right? Dammit...
So, we move to the floor, I remove one leg from my pants. (Can you tell how into it I was?)
I lay down. I held the magazine above my face...
"Why is he still going for it??", I think to myself.
He sticks it in, out, in, falls out... I jump up, and:

Me: Okay, that's it!

And pulled up my pants.
He never went there again. Not from lack of trying, mind you. He was a classic case of 'People are Stupid'.
(Granted, I was a bit stupid too -- But by comparison? *laugh*)

Wishing for spring

It was getting darker and darker..

Then the sky opened up and puked little hail balls.

A second later came the snow...


When is spring supposed to be here again???

Boredom strikes again

I was bored. (uh oh) I decided to look up y'all on Dictionary.com. And since there is still a trace of boredom left, I am going to share the definition. Don't forget to check out the pronunciation.

you-all (yôl) also y'all (yôl)
pron. Chiefly Southern U.S.
You. Used in addressing two or more people or referring to two or more people, one of whom is addressed.
Regional Note: The single most famous feature of Southern United States dialects is the pronoun y'all, sometimes heard in its variant you-all. You-all functions with perfect grammatical regularity as a second person plural pronoun, taking its own possessive you-all's (or less frequently, your-all's, where both parts of the word are inflected for possession): You-all's voices sound alike. Southerners do not, as is sometimes believed, use you-all or y'all for both singular and plural you. A single person may only be addressed as you-all if the speaker implies in the reference other persons not present: Did you-all [you and others] have dinner yet? You and you-all preserve the singular/plural distinction that English used to have in thou and ye, the subject forms of singular and plural you, respectively (thee and you were the singular and plural object forms). The distinction between singular thou/thee and plural ye/you began to blur as early as the 13th century, when the plural form was often used for the singular in formal contexts or to indicate politeness, much as the French use tu for singular and familiar “you,” and vous for both plural and polite singular “you.” In English, the object form you gradually came to be used in subject position as well, so that the four forms thou, thee, ye, and you collapsed into one form, you. Thou and thee were quite rare in educated speech in the 16th century, and they disappeared completely from standard English in the 18th. However, the distinction between singular and plural you is just as useful as that between other singular and plural pronoun forms, such as I and we. In addition to y'all, other forms for plural you include you-uns, youse, and you guys or youse guys. Youse is common in vernacular varieties in the Northeast, particularly in large cities such as New York and Boston, and is also common in Irish English. You-uns is found in western Pennsylvania and in the Appalachians and probably reflects the Scotch-Irish roots of many European settlers to these regions. You guys and youse guys appear to be newer innovations than the other dialectal forms of plural you. See note at you-uns.

Stupid People

How could you not know?

Mountains

Leaving Newport 

I drove out to a friend's place tonight. As I was leaving Newport (on the way there), I saw these mountains. I had to have a picture because you can see the snow line.
Beautiful!

Yes, I was taking pictures while driving...

Shandi, Here you go. :-)

Just waiting for the fur to grow back 

He is acting completely normal. His eyes are still a little bloodshot, but I think that will pass.
He lets us touch him without flinching. I even touched his scrape today. As far as I can tell, he isn't in any pain.

How is it even possible to get hit in the head with a truck, and only come away with a scrape? *flabbergasted*

Scared

My poor baby 

We have three dogs.
The one in the picture is my favorite. He was hit by a truck today. I'm hoping he doesn't die. He's still moving. He came to me when I called him. He has blood coming out of his tear duct and his nose. I'll be checking on him all day. Poor thing just can't seem to get comfortable though.

The sweetest thing was how Saturn, his dad, acted. He was barking his fool head off at the guy and his truck. Even when I went out there, and checked on Neptune (my baby), he didn't stop. After the guy drove off, Saturn was still worked up. He periodically stood on the road and barked, as if the guy was still here.

I won't be able to stand it if we lose him.

Finally!!

I feel great!

I finally unburdened myself to Manic. I was already way over-taxed where she was concerned.
Then she did the unthinkable.
She emailed me.

Not only an email, but with an accusation that so far off base, you'd have to be insane to even consider it. Well, consider it, she did. She considered it so long and so deeply, that she felt the need to write to me.

I couldn't help responding. The accusation was so preposterous, it needed to be done.

And...

I FEEL SO GOOD RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!

I didn't lower myself to a rant, or swearing, or any behavior that would make me look less like an adult. Only adults can really appreciate sarcasm, right? *laugh*

Some gems from my response:

Are you really so self-centered as to believe everything is about you?

Turns out, you weren't the first person ever to write, or perform in, or attend a 'play'.

So, just so you understand, it was not your 'play'. It was your behavior.

But, oh yeah, you claim to know so much about children... You don't know mine.

(I know how much you like to assume)

Since I no longer want contact with you and your chaos, you can quit assuming that anything I say has anything at all to do with you.

I look forward to the chaos you will now cause in the community because of this email from me.

I couldn't rightfully post the entire email, and feel good about it for longer than two seconds, but I thought a few separate sentences would be okay.

Picture me grinning from ear-to-ear, and you'll know how I feel right now. :)

Stomp

I was taught a new game tonight. It is the best stress reliever to date.
For example, this is what is says on one of the cards:

I shall stomp upon all who oppose me.
The stomping shall be swift.
The stomping shall be painful.
And I shall show no mercy
in all of my stomping.
Amen.

Does anyone know which game this is? (And no, you who taught me the game, cannot say.)

Jumping on the Bandwagon

I saw this on Alyssa's blog and others.

Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet!

The nearest book happens to be one I'm reading at the moment : The Templar Revelation by Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince.

And the text reads:

The Templars were a repository of knowledge gleaned from many esoteric sources, including those of alchemy and sacred sexuality. (The connection between Black Madonnas, Templars and alchemy is the subject of a study by French historian Jacques Huynen in his L'enigme des Vierges Noires (The Enigma of the Black Virgins) (1972).) And the 'bridge' between their exotic and esoteric ideas and the Christian world of their day was embodied in the image of one woman: Mary Magdalene.

It's a book about the Freemasons, the Cathars, the Knights Templar, the occult, John the Baptist, Mary Magdalene, and their inter-connectedness. It's a book about the quest for truth.

Witchy Woman

The pic below won't let me edit it without losing the image. Strange.

Anyway, I got it from Cricket's blog and she got it from someone else's site.

It's Chain Blog Legos!!!

Life in Plastic, It's fantastic... 

Ah, yes. They just keep coming.

I have another example of a stupid person.
A woman got arrested for drinking old beer. Like from 1992 old. Didn't know drinking old beer was a crime? The way this moron pulled it off, it would be a crime every time. And you would think it happened in the South. Nope, sorry. This was a Yankee.
I am so ashamed.

Read Story Here.


And in unrelated news:
"If her ass jiggled any more, Bill Cosby would stick a spoon in it." A MAD TV quote.

More web searches

Page 13. This person was beyond bored.
Google
people are stupid
http://stupid-people-are-haunting-me.blogspot.com/

Surprisingly, this one is on page 2.
Google
strange habits
2005/02/strange-habits.html

This person was desperate to find out how to handle stupid people. My page was on the 5th page.
Yahoo !
how to handle stupid people
http://stupid-people-are-haunting-me.blogspot.com/

First page. Not saying a lot though. There were 100 search results on one page.
Google
stupid people pix
2004_12_01_stupid-people-are-haunting-me_archive.html

Page 12.
Google
stupid moms

Another addiction

I have a horrible addiction to solitaire. I play it all the time.
While I'm waiting for a page to load, waiting for a scan to finish...
I play solitaire when I'm stressed, or trying to figure out a solution to a problem.

It's so bad that I can't play solitaire with real cards anymore. I end up playing so much, my hands develop blisters and/or calluses. Think about that for a second... I develop physical consequences by playing cards alone.

Computer solitaire is better for me.

I don't think there is a 12 step program for this, but it is just an inch away from a gambling addiction -- especially since I've developed strategy for the game. It's not just the luck of the draw, my friends. Oh no, it's not.
I, apparently, can't explain my strategy rules very well though. I only managed to confuse the husband several times over.

But it takes less time than chess...
(which I also love.)