Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Yippie Kai Aye!
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Phase out
According to personnel and staff at the rehab hospital, Mom is doing so fine with independance athat she might be discharged mid-week, rather than end of week. The doctors and staff are meeting today to discuss her progess and likely discharge date. It may be in a couple of days -- Thursday, but no final word is yet available.
I'm glad that she worked hard for this. Generally, she is lazier and not interested in helping herself. Here, she either changed her heart or faked well an interest in growing. She's courteous with staff, obliging. She's tired often, but well. It will be good when she leaves and can work at home and live better with more flexiblity.
Father has been ill -- allergies and possible cold. I hope that he finally rests and wins the battle of colds with the cocktail and buffet of meds he has at his disposal. Where she will do out-patient rehab is still up in the air. I will have to talk with her case manager about where, when, how long (ballpark).
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Be good patriot
I'm afraid that I'm a good patriot not because I watched the hours of memorial services or highlights (I didn't watch any of that), nor that I wear red-white-blue clothes on national holidays (I don't), nor because I fly a flag on the front of the house (I don't). I'm a good patriot because I believe in the US, despite its shortcomings. I love my country and its ideals. If you have to label yourself, it's likely that others can't see you as you claim to be. Wearing crosses and crucifixes by people so sinful that you'd more likely believe they were athiest or evil influence warping the minds of others ("the force has a strong influence on the weak minded"). Drug using, dealing, raping, murdering, assaulting people (60 some percent of rap) aren't followers of peace and love whether they claim Christianity, Judism or Islam).
I'm sad that "then you're with the terrorists" is used as a perfunctory statement like "Snowball did it", but with the childish strength of "I don't like you anymore. I'm not playing with you anymore." This defining phrase really underscores lies and ill-will propoganda.
Freedom should be important -- I don't remember having a memorial service for the return of the hostages in Iran, held for over 400 days. I don't remember having a memorial service for those killed by neo-nazi extremists (McVey, et al.) I'm pointing out that you keep memorials in your own ways. Televising it like a parade (parade gets less coverage) calling for "all good patriots" to watch. Sad, sick. People die and evil lives.
The people in NYC were killed by terrorists who could have used 50 planes through the US in many different cities. It is important to remember they died unjustly, as if there were just ways to die. I find it improper to claim victory with the memorial service --- or to claim patriotism because of being there -- or watching it, or broadcasting it. A patriot isn't a person firing fireworks on July 4th, it is a person loving their country.
The "must watch television" coverage of September 11 memorial services should be as optional as the Superbowl. You don't have to watch it, even if you like sports or football. Opting out, doesn't make you unAmerican or unpatriotic.
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Monday, September 11, 2006
Standing ovation
Today in mother’s workout, I got to see her stand for periods of time – perhaps ten minutes standing, then five minutes sitting. She played cards while standing. I don’t know the therapy accomplished with that. She got back to room in pain, and I read to her. She had some “throbbing” pain and requested me to rub her legs for moments only. I read some to her and later, she stopped. She fell asleep on her on accord. Shortly before her 11:39 PT she had pain meds and the nurse then requested at-home med sheet. Thankfully I brought this today. The nurse added this to the bundle/file folder of her mess. She predicted that Mom would be out by the weekend. I mentioned to her the penny bet that Father and I had on her discharge date, I bet on Friday, he on Thursday. Though, I don’t know how close she might have come, the nurse guessed Wednesday. Hey, wouldn’t that be grand!
She is in good spirits and is obviously growing strong. Her late morning PT was a little late, as there were some more critical need patients that took longer than expected. In lieu of this, mother spun around and got to be better on her wheelchair. She’s the new NASCAR wheeler, perhaps.
Curse it! I have to finish early … my battery low and no plug in sight in the therapy room. Blast!
So, the big news is that she stood!
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Wow! Some of the ladies here -- yumm... Mom's OT (occupational therapist), suweet! I'd pull a Judd Nelson if she were to ask me, "Where's your lunch?"
Ha! "You're wearing it!"
Anyway -- bitter cold in whole building, you'd think that there was a winter warning outside or a heat warning -- necessitating the too - strong of AC
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
Wrestling
I saw on SPIKE TV, an ad for Ultimate Fighting (also super wrastling) ... there were four different ladies in tight little outfits, mildly sweaty -- hot! I wondered to myself -- what is the relationship? I finally found it! The viewer is wrestling with sexual frustration!
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Burnt lungs

It amazes me how many medical professionals smoke ... what I mind is that they know better -- know that (thankfully I don't have it) asthmatics could suffer greatly as well as many others.
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Random bits
While under the veil of pain meds and pain my mother was repeatedly asked her DOB for verification -- right med for right patient; she grew tired of being continually asked. "You'd think you'd right it down" -- quite funny after the fact.
"It hurts, but it's worth it" (regarding her therapy).
"No one's every been happy in the therapy room -- we'd wonder what was going on"; nurse mentioned to us. We had a conversation about switching whiskey for the tea and hence -- less painful, goofy therapy sessions.
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Saturday, September 09, 2006
Eek! It's a geek!
I saw a copy at Walgreens. I thought it was a joke or a single issue, but I was wrong ... so wrong. Hey, dudes! That movie series is like, um ... probably done.
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How could it be worse?
Perhaps I should start digging graves, then finding that not digging graves -- doing almost anything else, would be better so that each day is okay or grand not dismal.
I'm not so down. I'm just not where I want to be; so I struggle, though not with depression. I struggle with stress the Yin and I the Yang (not wang).
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Friday, September 08, 2006
Flip side
I've slept terribly, worried, then been pissed -- a bevy and ocean of emotions -- tides pulling in and out. After it all, I step back, lie down and am happy that my mom is really okay. There's so serious problem; not now, not soon. It was a build up to steam, and I'm finally winding down.
My now, current ulcer-inducing problem is my unemployment. That now is a thunderstorm. It hurts when I attempt to sleep -- stress eating my stomach.
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There was a nurse or tech who was in the room at hospital. My mother, apparently was sure that she was married (likely through a conversation) stated, "She's married to Dick".
"You got that right", she said pointing to her side -- slightly showing that she was pregnant. Interestingly, she wasn't wearing a wedding band. I drew my conclusion -- draw yours.
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Whom I saw
I saw a woman from a school where I often subbed and two-fold, she and her husband attend the folks' church and Sunday School. Their mother is to be admitted to the rehab hospital after her surgery. It was just odd seeing her there. She then remembered that her progress had been announced sometime at church.
Another person I saw there was a cute Physical Therapist; well, married and cute.
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Rehab experiences (incomplete)
The schedule for therapies changes, as do the therapists. There is a job board and each patient is given a daily roster of whom they see and when. The patients, by the third day, are expected to come on their own accord to the designated areas for therapy. They are each, also, responsible for their own pain management and requesting of pain meds.
Mom seems satsified with the place presently. Today was assessment, where the therapists determine her weak areas for study and improvement. She is tired and sore, but I think will work through it just okay. She was not as good in the regular hospital with the thearapists, but I feel here, she will be better.
They have meals always at the same time and she likes the meals there much better than at hospital (main). She used a wheeled walker today and likely will have that upon completion of therapy. Overall, I'm happy with what I have seen, in that they push her to successfully complete in a reasonable amount of days (2-14; average 10).
Father and I returned in the afternoon and Mother was happy that she learned how to use a shower bench to enter the tub for a shower. She did a lot of moving today and was tired early. She found that a walker with wheels worked much better. She still has much to learn and strength to gain.
Good news for her, I found the AC, for her room was, well ... hot.
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
Yet another move
The thing that shook me was the mix of school and nursing home feel. Oh, eerie feel of the nursing. If it costs $30,000 annual, as my father suggests to keep a person in nursing home, I'd rather hire a nurse. I hated that feeling -- unnerving.
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Here I was drifting
MR's photo shows a very tired and well-filled me. I also see rock 'm' sock 'm' robots, a sockless foot with big toe pointing, and blonde hair on the left attached to a white sweater.
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headlines
-- that’s a large river
"City officials debate tax prediction"
-- debating predictions … now there’s waste
-- putting there where?
"’Intersex’ fish in
-- swimming causes gaiety?
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11 months not 12

Norton promised me 12 months of updates -- liars! This is what I get for the next days until I decide to update. It doesn't update until I renew. I therefore was given 11 months of updates, not 12. Liars!
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I'm sure the nurses were singing (changed)
the Eric Cartman, "Kyle's mom" song about my mom. What a witch today! I was happy to have my leave of her when PT came this afternoon.
The good things, if any, this morning were that she got to talk with two of her daughters in Indy. That helped her a bit.
She has blood in her urine, but no doctor explained it -- be it infection or soemthing else. The precentage in urine really isn't high. I'm sure that it's either related to blood thinners or minor infection. She's stronger today that she has been, but today bitter and hostile. My father took the car for an oil change and was happy to find out that he missed some of her feistiness while on that errand.
Perhaps tonight or tomrrow holds happier hours.
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
profiling
If you are sitting and waiting and waiting and waiting ... your mind tends to drift ... find anything fascinating! I don't often give a care about the persons unknown to me, walking around, but I did see a guy, friendly looking, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and shorts in ninety degree weather. Now ... if you want to look like a drug dealer, that's it! You have the inappropriate clothes (too hot, too cold) to point out you are a beacon for something. Other ways would be to carry no wallet, but cash in a roll; bounce your eyes back and forth as if watching tennis demonstrating paranoia; smell like drugs, and others.
If you dress vegabond, have no money for food, but buy yourself and mate smokes and soda, you set yourself apart for scrutiny. The emergency room has people in need and some are in need of SHOWERING and regular daily hygene. If you have to stand in the smoking section outside of hospital with hospital gown, pole with drip drugs; I've got absolutely no sympathy for your condition at all!
A float nurse today stated that at times there are patients brought in with addictions; so staff sometimes administers the class drug that the patient chemically needs instead of having them go into D.T. leading to cardiac arrest. Ya know ... maybe cardiac arrest wouldn't be a bad thing.
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Sewer daytime soap
My sister is constantly telling family of the soap opera of her son's life, daily stupid; all about the drama. I told family that I don't watch soap operas on TV, I certainly don't want to see or hear that one. Like other bad TV, it won't change.
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The soap opera I would like to catch is some of my other sister's family, but then I find that I might not like that either.
In the end, I think I'll take the documentary on one person's line of failures -- mine.
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schools of thought
My father is a doomsdayer when it comes to some health issues. He would rather do a messload of procedures and outpatient surgies on my mother to "get her working", regardless the efficacy of it -- risk vs gain. On this subject, he and I cannot talk -- as strong as abortion issue for others. I know she's a surgery risk and the fewer procedures done, the liklier she is to do well or okay.
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steps to improvement
My mother is making yet greater strides in improving. She pulled herself up on the walker twice today, at other times needing help. She is more mobile and "with it". Some of her rotten days are a blur and she still has memory jumps, but she is presently highly-medicated.
The cardiologist came in today and stated that he thought that her heart arhymmia wasn't too serious and was planning, likely, to discharge her with oral medicine to thin her blood. He said it would be trial 3 months, perhaps for life, but that is of little cost. It is much better than a semi-invasive or dangerous procedure not quite surgery.
The orthopedics think that she's doing well, but I'm not sure of the physical therapists thoughts. Each group has a different interest in her and each has high goals. She has met the minimum requirements, it seems to be on the track for discharge from hospital to rehab. Certainly there, things will settle closer to normalcy.
I then have installation tasks with my father to outfit the bathrooms with appliances. Her first few baths will be painful, lifting her legs over the full tub-shower. I know that he has a lot of plans in his head. He doesn't share them with me.
I thank eveyone for their prayers, wishes, hopes, support. She is improving at her own speed -- aggrivating for the spectator, but she'll get there.
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Who's the guilty party?
One of the funniest conversations with a woman, assistant manager, I had was, "... Who put the penis on the Tom Hanks?"
She instantly started laughing hard about it. She spent five whole minutes not asking, building up the courage to ask me, who put the "penis" on the Tom Hanks standup poster for the Burbs. There was indeed, as I then looked, a penis on the Tom Hanks where a PJ fly might be. Upon closer inspection, it was a sticker that went on a different movie cover. This movie cover was Bad Taste, an EARLY Peter Jackson film. The "penis" was actually a finger sticker meant to make the cover a little less rude that the alien flipping off viewers.
I saw the movie at the library and was instantly reminded of this stupid thing. I think the penis being on the standup for a couple of days wasn't nearly as funny as this poor woman building up the nerve to ask me. I didn't know, later it was told to me by many, the guilty party (TS).
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Good work
A Victory for Justice
Over the last 50 years, the psychiatric profession has made a mockery of our criminal justice system. It has gotten to the point that the insanity defense, bolstered by psychiatrists masquerading as expert witnesses, can be invoked any time someone commits a heinous crime.
Thanks to a recent US Supreme Court decision, we may be coming to our senses. In 2003,
He appealed, stating that his rights to an insanity defense had been truncated, and his case made it all the way to the US Supreme Court. These astute justices didnt buy it. They ruled that the state of
I truly hope this decision will allow other states to wrest the justice system from the fraudulent grip of psychiatrists and psychologists.
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Monday, September 04, 2006
Job hunitng
I'm still doing it and found that many jobs are posted every weekend, but not during the week. After 3 weeks of posting for these same jobs -- I wonder if there is ... a problem. Today, Labor Day, in celebration of those working -- there weren't any friggin' new jobs psoted. Lovely!
"Skunked again!"+ I will find something soon. I could work better now than last week with the more drama than trauma (Mum post op, and then in ICU). I'll take the drama. I've had the trauma and hated it!
I'm still looking in the FW area, but have expanded to many areas. I'm very concerned about folks, for my sister here in town hasn't the time nor effort to help them with the petty and simple things. I've used several (12 I think) job search enegines, narrowing it after some experience, as some were company-specific and others were just worthless. I think the best jobs aren't listed at all.
MR mentioned to me that I should find a few choice companies that I want to join and tell them how I suit them and work from there. I guess I could work for Coke -- nice, benefits are good, long-standing company. Where do I fit there? I don't know.
+ Christmas Story, Ralphie not finding the orphan Annie de-coder ring in mail
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idle mind while driving in third gear (turns from observations to bitching)
I saw a car pull up to a stop that was painted like a "Stinger" car from Grand Theft Auto. I guessed I played that too much. Also, over the course of 9 days, I have seen 22 hawks, some were the same no doubt. Tonight, I saw a deer charge over the road and not get hit.
I have seen several police cars traveling and pulling over drivers. I thankfully am not one of them.
I also am the wall that birds have struck. The car and van I have been driving have been struck by birds on the doors and tonight a bird flew under the wheel of my car. Avian suicide?
Slowed to a crawl, walking to and from hospital parking lot, I helped an obese woman get something from the floor. She had a tough enough time while in the wheelchair, I know it would have been impossible if she had to lean or bend over -- belly getting in way and cutting off diaphram. I am bothered by the smokers at hospital, as there are no-smoking areas that are generally ignored by **shole smokers. I did see a woman courteous enough to smoke in her car. The bad thing the windows were open.
I'm not asthmatic, but if I were, I'd have issue with the smokers at the door and hospital not enforcing the smoking areas. I think that I should extinguish the flames with a fire extinguisher, claiming that I thought the smokers were on fire. If they want to kill themselves -- use a rope, it's faster and still sufficates the suicide slowly.
I have been to hospital so often, I have helped people around, for -- at times, I have little else to do, other than sit and wait. Now that my visiting hours availabily have changed, I'm far more free. The unit where she is, is far less strict. My father and I had been driving there and back 4-5 times daily. We went and stayed twice today -- much better for a longer time than 3 days combined at ICU.
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Walkin' away

Mother is making greater strides. She felt urgency and walked, painfully, to the bathroom. Who you don't see in the picture is Thomas pushing the pole, for Lois cannot use a walker and pull the pole.
Earlier with the physical therapist, she walked to the nurses' desk and then into the hallway, erecting a flag to mark her achievement. The orthopedic PCA (patient care assistant; aka nurse's aide, aka; tech -- who might very well have a masters) came to see Lois today and was pleased with her range of motion. Her also wants her now to work on straightening her legs/knees, very imporant for standing.
The good news is, she might be moved yet again tomorrow or Wednesday -- to rehab, but nothing is certain.
This morning she was grumpy, but she settled down. I'd say for a 70 year-old, she's doing pretty well on two new knees. My stress level went down a notch.
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Steve Irwin
What surprised me, and likely others, is that he didn't die in the jaws of a large predator or mauled in some grizzly way. He didn't even drown, which would be more likely with a ray sting. He died in a rare instance that a stinger caught him in the chest.
Although I think often, he was too rough on animals, he goal was to educate people on a number of species, but mostly the crocodile and other reptiles. His heart was good, though he was a goof and a nut. I guess people will miss his antics and others still a good spokesperson for reptiles, however wild and zany.
I will still use two phrases, "Crikey!" and "Danger; danger; danger!", sprinkled with, "Poised; ready to strike!"
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lack of patience in patient
Here, my father is feeding her (Monday, Sept. 4, 2006, Labor Day). She can do fine herself, but it was good that he had something to do -- as he is busy thinking and not doing, driving him mad.
She is reading the diabetic menu here, obviously conscious and in pretty good shape, but the order was sent up wrong -- imagine that!
My mom is a terrible patient. She has been grumpy and pissy the last couple of days. If they nurses are slow to get to her, it's likely because she is a witch to them. She has a cornucopia of pain meds to take. If I took was she was taking I would be nausiated and comatose: vicodin, percocet, skelaxon, darvocet, loratab. Some aren't taken concurrently, so there are gaps, but there is vitually no time that some pain meds are out of her system. I thought that the PT would be bad, but I think the chemical rehab might be step 3, for weening her off the pain meds might be scary and unfun for all.
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Sunday, September 03, 2006
rook moved
She was mad at the nurses at ICU. It is nice that she got moved out of there. She was in one room, but some of her orthopedic equipment would not easily fit, so they found another room -- quite large for her. She's in good care, healthy except for heart arhythmmia with aortic flutter; though common, still worth checking on a person her age with history of heart attacks. I have no bloddy clue when she'll get out.
She threw a bit of a tantrum today because she felt she was rooked. I think the nurses got the shorter end.
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no fair shake
I have seen some companies that "wanted" to give me the time of day -- interview, etc. I see that they are still posting for jobs. I wonder, then, if it panned out better than I didn't get a job with them. Some companies have 8 some listings daily. I'm not sure what that says about the companies themselves. They would give me a fair shake, only I didn't know it wasn't a fair company.
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Clear as mud
I didn't know that I was so very unclear in my blogs. I type and post when I think of it, but apparently "thinking" isn't involved in my posts.
There are rumors or suggestions that, since her heart arhythmia might pose s lifelong problem (though not fatal by any means), she'll be moved to a telemetry unit. This might be good, but from my experience, meaningless as there aren't a greater number of doctors there either. Her cardiologist doesn't seem to be knocking himself out to see her to render ANY decision as to where she goes. Her orthpedic surgeon and doctor group have stated clearly that they'll sign off on her release to the rehab hospital, for their "part" is complete.
She might move, she might not. The doctors, "The Lord Cometh -- like a thief in the night!"+, appear when I'm not there to question them. I ask the nurses and often they don't know any more than I do. My mother is also left in the lurch. So, I'm left with questions, concerns and hints that they might move her. I really know little at this point.
I'm happy that she has more concentrated care where she is and am very thankful for all the prayers and love sent to her and family. She's doing very well and is in good spirits for being in hospital for so long. As for me -- I'm chewing on my tongue and gritting teeth -- I'm out of gum. I can't solve the stress, it's built up to new heights, then falls slightly. It is a long coaster ride. Some dips in my stress are that Father sleeps better now and I can sometimes hold a conversation with him.
+ Blues Brothers, James Brown sermon before "Old Landmark"
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Saturday, September 02, 2006
I don't know why -- stupid headlines
You might ask, why this is funny, I don't know -- syntax?
Cale Carnahan, of the 3700 block of Schele Avenue, broke into the zoo about 9:30 p.m. Aug. 10 and forcibly entered the Subway within the property, a probable cause affidavit said. Carnahan took several packages of meat, cheese and several bags of potato chips, the affidavit said.
Carnahan was being held at the County Jail in lieu of $10,000 bail.
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not mine
Thanks Cerpicio!
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full of
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Extrance exam
What happens after you die? Ultimately, there is no real entrance exam -- merely you physically terminating then ... there you go.
Mom might be moved to a cardiac telemetry unit, she might be moved there this weekend, what they do there I don't know. I thought that I knew something, but it must have been a breeze. I'm back to square one with what they will do and plan to do and what is important..
Mom's alive, conscious (thinking mostly clearly), doing well, doing physical therapy, but her heart's a mess. I couple this with blood sugar levels of a diabetic and blood pressure issues, and I see her in hospital for a while still. She is, thankfully, in good care and in no immediate danger. I'm not too worried, but there is, really, doubt and fear of the unknown.
I guess I'm resting better, but I'm feeling lousy. I liken it to the SAT's -- you do your best, it's a stupidly long time, you don't get results right away. It's important, but the significance is never expressed in perceivable terms. I'm wrong; it's not the test you take, but rather the test your friend takes. You have no effort in it, just hopes, fears.
MR wanted to end most messages with, "poon tang", I think I might start "signing off" with "Damnit"
Thanks God!
I close,
Damnit!
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I don't know F'ing squat
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Friday, September 01, 2006
Whoa!
Well, two people got on, who each were about twice my weight. When the floor button was pushed, there was a sound, creek, lurch, but the car rode to the 3rd floor. Instinctively, I terribly looked at the load limit, which the four of us never came close. I'm so ashamed, "Oh sure, blame the fat ones!"
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H (surname) H (health) N(news)
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30 percent
33 percent!
Alright! Yes! Cool! Unfortunately, unlike these girls, I had no Bonklers group shooting for miraculous high or incredulous low scores.
These are their English scores.
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Step Workout
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
Waste of bottle and contents (formerly titled "Winking")
-- I thought of winking because of the glare on the glass. I had previously uploaded the picture unconventionally and it outright didn't work.
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jet birds
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Jump Jive Wail away
Brian Setzer doesn't need to put this to music. My mother today did quite a bit a of work on her PT and the Physical Therapists stated that for bi-lateral (both) knee replacement recipient; she's doing about average. Her problems aren't in the relearning to walk, but rather in controlling her blood sugar (she isn't cheating), and getting her blood pressure and heart rate to real levels. They have her on many meds to control the BP, but they still aren't enough. She can't leave ICU until she's off IVs, and so there she stays.
My father is not dealing with it. He "looked like a tick, about to exploded"+. He sleeps worse than I do, or rather he can't think of speak at his level of stress and restlessness. I sleep poorly, but have gotten used to it -- whatever that means. I think he's remain a mess until she's discharged from ICU. ICU is also a pain in that they have no long visitation periods. In minutes it goes 30, 30, 60, 30, 90, 30 spread throughout the day. The patient isn't capable of sleeping because of background noise, pestering about meds, vitals, confort. It is a real treat there, I tell you.
I saw the tail end of her PT today. She nearly cried, but she merely winced and was flat-out worn and spent. She actually rested during a visiting time, so I popped in, sat, watching her sleep with heavy and quick breaths. Her heart rate is way too high for resting. She complained of wheezing today. The stress of being there isn't helping her get out.
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Fire then hire
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all about the Drama
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shaved with a blender
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Map to the stars
As I pulled into the parking garage, a man gave me a hospital campus map. I was going to "tell him [I've] already got one", but since he was likely a volunteer, that wasn't nice. I took it and parked the car. I just thought it odd, since I found my way around, why I would need a map now, but that's no big deal. In my mind -- map to the stars' homes, like patient 23A19, TK421, and more.
The expansion of the campus might make it difficult to master navigation, for say 10 minutes, then you're completely in control, unless you're a fool and/or a bad driver.
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Father didn't play golf yesterday. His partner didn't want to play in gloom and mist. A couple of players went on to experience heavier rain before quitting. Father also finsihed early with poker -- not winning and came home to rest. This morning, he looked unrested. On the way back from hospital, he was blinking often. I was driving, making the trip less scary.
Mother wasn't rested. She was loopy with sleeplessness, pain meds, and other meds. She ate more of a meal today. Last night, she tried the veggie lasagna and ate it pretty well. She had "perfect shaped" french toast which she ate most. Her appettite is slowly returning. She's plain tired of being there, I can't blame her. Her vitals are still high yielding yet another day there in ICU.
She is also experiencing "sub" week, in that two of her regular doctors have substitutes this week (those fellow doctors working in a group). I don't think she likes that too well.
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I am now trying to switch from coffee to juice whenever possible. It can be a little less acidic and destructive, but not always. My stomach is still queazy most of the time. I caught 7 minutes of sleep at hospital and felt rested this morning until I sat down again, then the blanket of grogginess hit me again. Between my father and I, my father is the worse for wear. He dislikes hospitals and doesn't really know what to do. He's used to giving commands -- directing, but here, now -- nothing. He's in control of squat! In this matter, he's neutered and it isn't a pretty sight.
I am suffereing, but less so, because I have had practice with pain and sorrow and loathing. I also have a job that I must take -- stone, for Father and family are jello or water. They can erode me with time, but I stand firm and must be different.
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Consumed

Sometimes I feel much like Hercules, where problems-hydra swallows me whole. Despite my valiant effort to lop off the head, more problems arise in it's place, either of equal size or equal ferociety. In the end, despite my strength and would-be skill, it is luck and naivity that saves me.
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Blog this photo
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Flickr or blogspot is failing me, sadly not for the last time.
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stupid, funny humor by late night
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David Hasselhoff was arrested for driving under the influence. Cops thought Hasselhoff could be under the influence when they noticed his talking car was slurring its words. --Conan OBrien
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crooks and crocks
Dear [my name],
Our human resources department recently viewed the résumé you have posted online. We are Next Generation Solutions, a national advertising, consulting, and marketing company. We help our customers find online solutions for their advertising and marketing programs. I feel you may be the right candidate for the Advertising Executive position that we have available in your local area.
An Advertising Executive will work with our creative team to develop marketing (online and traditional) strategies for our clients. Our clients range from small businesses to Fortune 500 companies. Strategies include advertising and PR campaigns. Our goal is to provide each client with a custom solution to meet the client's goal below the budget the client has set.
The person we are seeking must be creative and be able to think outside the box, yet cognitive of real world budgets and client objectives. We are looking to provide clients with campaigns that bring results, not awards.
We offer the following compensation package:
- $65,000 annual base salary
- Quarterly bonuses based on performance
- Medical benefits
- Tuition reimbursement
- Rapid advancement opportunities
- 401-K
- Paid vacation and sick leave
------- from the same company -------------
Dear [my name],
We are Next Generation Solutions, a company deeply involved in national advertising, consulting, and marketing. Our main focus is to help our customers find online solutions for their advertising and marketing programs. We are searching for a tutor to fill a role at one of our client's main sites. Our human resources department saw your résumé online and referred it to me as a possible candidate for this position.
A tutor will have the responsibility of working with a number of clients with varied interests and acting as a mentor and authority on said interest - whether it be a student preparing for a major test or a housewife interested in gardening, we have a wide variety of open positions for people who are clear, concise, and know what they're talking about in a given field. The ability to express yourself in a manner that is easily understood by others when not face-to-face will be a key to success in this challenging position. You will be able to work from your home office and this could also lead to a management opportunity with our organization.
We offer the following compensation package:
- $22.50 hourly salary
- Weekly and monthly bonuses based on performance
- Medical benefits
- Tuition reimbursement
- Rapid advancement opportunities
- 401-K
- Paid vacation and sick leave
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Which one would you take? Are they legitimate?
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Hospital fling
Mother had PT and hated it, but apparently did very well. They didn't have her do it in the afternoon. Her friend, Betty, came in while Betty herself was in hospital. Her daughter Patsy was there. Betty is unsure about moving to rehab hospital. Mother seemed optimistic.
She was in good spirits, but was very sore. She liked her first meal today -- veggie lasagna. She favors the diabetic sweets though, pudding, cheesecake. She did more time on the auto bending machines. Her pain is less, but her work is greater. She is to move more and has a series of exercises that she is to do. She has a tendency not to do them. I believe that she now realizes that the PT (physical therapists) are not the enemy, but rather assisting and insisting.
She hasn't really slept, so that hopefully is in the works tonight. She doesn't watch TV as much of it is crud and crude. She gets pestered at least every hour, usually more often.
Father, needing a break, went golfing today. The weather was continually misty today, but they all went. He was to follow that with poker. He hinted that he may not make it all night, but would try. He is still looking groggy and sleepy.
I found the hospital courtesy wi-fi helpful.
I haven't slept well, but have higher hopes tonight. I started blinking around 12 something last night, but this morning it felt like a large stone on me, holding me fast to my bed. This come, leave, come, leave bit doesn't make it any better. When she's off the ICU, I'll rest better. Visitors will get to stay. Her blood pressure is still too high, she's still getting nitro drip -- increased tonight, and her blood sugar is 200 + every reading.
She'll be here for a while.
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Botany Bay
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"Senior Pastor Ron Allen of Heartland Community Church, 1025 Vance Ave, where Smith previously volunteered and helped youth pastors, said he believed the allegations will be disproved.
“This is old news,” said Allen, who noted everybody works in teams at the church so nobody is ever alone with children. “I knew about this probably since 2002. This is going to be a non-event. When I talked to the people in Kokomo, they’ve said if there was anything to the charges, something would’ve come out of them in 2001.”"
So, this pastor knew of the allegations in 2001, then went ahead and kept him with kids. Five years later, the same kid comes forward -- lie, perhaps not.
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Monday, August 28, 2006
something about nothing, sleepless me
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confidence high
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machines
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How the world turns
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Saturday, August 26, 2006
Nightmare
On Friday, my mother experienced a psychotic episode. It was terrible to experience. To make things worse, my niece needed a ride, my sister who couldn't handle my mom's psychotic episode didn't know how to get to the school. Sadly, I had to leave her there and it tore her to shreds. I then had to tell my father, but he took some news better than I thought. He's sleepless and looks like Hell. I am thankful I am driving him.
Sadly, I have so many frustrations and no way to solve them. My two sisters from Indy area are up here, otherwise I might better be able to deal with my stress in a loud way. Again, I bury my problems to release the emotional pandora's box later.
I must be strong -- I didn't ask for it.
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The psychotic episode was brought on by at least four main factors: pain from double-knee replacement surgery and back spasms, dangerously high blood pressure, high blood sugar (she's diabetic), possible reaction to four pain medications she was taking.
While I will never forget it, my mother has no recollection of it. Good for her, it might affect her badly to know what happened.
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Holes!
If only it were a happy-ending movie about juvenille boys in a correctional detention center in the desert looking for hidden treasure. No, it is about the holes in my stomach that are growing. I've not had my stomach checked, but I feel the holes -- acid, burning, despite my eating Tums and Pepcid AC like candy. If I could find a way out of stress, I could eliminate the pain once and for all, but that isn't soon coming.
My sleep is in theory only. I rest, I lie in bed, but never feel rested.
My mother was moved from one unit to the ICU for a dangerously high blood pressure. When I left her tonight, she was in some pain, but her blood pressure was just fine. She's still delusional, but has longer periods of somwhat effective communication. It is taking a toll on my father.
I predict that she'll be transferred out of ICU back to the regular unit tonight or tomorrow.
I wish I smoked.
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Friday, August 25, 2006
reasons why I don't sleep
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006
phone woes
I got two phone calls today:
1. Paralyzed Hoosier Veterans; thankfully I ccould cut him off short, to two minutes declining to contribute.
2. Government Grants called me about that "grant" I pursued "a couple of months ago". "That was last year", I told the phone operator. She was at a loss for words.
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Curs-ed!
stinking theme song! It's catchy, making it very grand -- for the Japanese anime, Azumanga Daioh. I read the translation, for however accurate that is, and it's neat until the last few lines, where it -- loses transcultural relativity.
The translations of the anime (plural) are intersting for, I don't think there is a Japanese equivelent to "friggin'", which was used on one anime. I'm also geussing that in Japanese, "fuck" isn't used as a profanity. I'd find that as likely as statuatory rape being "tabboo" in France. As a side note, rape is not a crime in France. Makes women just flock to get there, eh? The city of romance could be the city of Peppe Le Pew, not really vile in France.
...
Since I could only call someone and wake them and give them a different song in their head to alleviate mine, this song goes with me to bed. Great, just great!
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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Ripley's BS or not
man buries self in soil to then eat 1000 some nightcrawlers to successfully enter Ripley's and possibliy Guiness. What a freak. Now, I could understand doing that if you were hungry or rationalized that it was better, more "ethical", or healthier to eat them, but on a dare or possible entrance to written notoriety -- stupid. I wouldn't train a camera on him. I saw, with my mother today around 45 minutes, not-consecutively, of TV. They had Sci-Fi Ripley's with junk ideas. The coneheads -- Andean culture that intentionally deformed their skulls for aesthetics, were unshocking. The model, "Cassie" as if I should know her, wore paint and beads instead of clothes. It took 9 hours to apply, but what they didn't discuss was what happened when she sweated? It supposedly lasted two days. I guess no one got lucky then, right?
Were I writing it, I would change the bits, joining them. How about a guy eating all of the painted clothing off the girl, taking 8 hours to completely eat every bit of it. Not previously mentioned was a Georgian (Russian) computer programmer who set up a cat entry door to prevent the cats from bringing in their catches. He put together, of course, a **ssy checker.
I also saw a bit of a Gary Grant movie where he was a pilot in South America, mail delivery. No, not Air America. It was weak and timed poorly. The one joke I did hear was, "They're not stopping at Port [I forget the name]. They have no bananas."
"They have no bananas?"
"Yes, they have no bananas." They, of course, missed "Today"
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writing again
feelings warped, in space-time ... a kyper belt of shit! Perhaps, too unknown ... the asteroid belt of crapola and detestable feelings, angst, depression, doubt, regret, and more. These lumps never were a planet, never were anything, but a barrier. These lumps, if accelerated and directed toward me, do pose a threat. For now, they only circle in silent orbit a planet away. I'd almost rather not have feelings. With feelings is the responsiblity to act in union with feelings and reason. To that end, I've black holes in my stomach, consuming me.
Third planet, special only by its inhabitants. Do Uranians care -- doubt it!
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Pentium Boop
Boop Boop Boop Bee Doop -- Boop!
"To its credit, I loaded Windows XP on a Pentium 2, 400mhz and it ran reasonably well. I would recommend a lot of RAM to compensate, however, as XP makes good use of it." -- MR
I'd say, "throw in another hamster" on the wheel. The secondary problem is on old systems, USB ports are absent. No indiginous life, essentially a big rock (out in space). Throwing in new pieces and parts and appliances -- after a while, I'd say, skip that noise! Just buy the $700 model and load it with student-version Office and whatever else. I have tried a few non-XP apps, and some makes XP as flakey as hell, but mostly the app just stays like a tree's shadow, you can change its shape but it doesn't move under your control.
I'm sure, at some point, as quickly as tech is growing, older concept must fall by the wayside and become obsolete. If only other social ideas were the same, but I'll not tangent. Really, the RAM is the limitation on any computer. Processing time matters only when you are doing 500 complex things similtaneously. Other than that, moments only. The Office 2000 with dial-up. Really, dial-up therein is a major hurdle.
Where they are located, it's pretty much Skywalker ranch, and not George Lucas'. I'm talking desolate area with no tech within a bike's distance (3 miles). There's GM, but there isn't cable on their side. Clearly, GM has city water, cable, power, phone, etc. An area (addition) of 25 houses isn't enough for Comcast or Verizon to knock itself out about getting customers. Country bumpkins, in other words, in the eyes of others.
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Confession: stupid human trick
Being bear-like, not bearish, I have a stupid little thing that I can do. When I walk around a bit on carpet and yank off my shirt quickly -- viola! I can make glowing static electricity, my special effects shirt flying through the air, with the dim greenish-blue glow of static running along it. I haven't found the best color shirt to see it when thrown in complete dark. No, it's not a new trick and it's nothing I've shown anyone, but hey -- it's a stupid human trick.
When you're covered in fat and fur (bearlike), you get a small tokken of a thing, not a talent. The static electicity is no more exciting than foil-plastic-paper chip bags, that they no longer make. Mild light show with thermal discharge (mildly warmer).
Tabloid news: Fur man takes off shirt, lights a room for an hour. Monkeyjack suggested that I had sopped up enough lake water that it lowered an inch when I exited it.
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dear sanity
I've missed you so much, I'm glad that you're back here to bring me misery with reason and rationale. Better still, the stark realities that are. Thanks for moving back in with me. I was lonely in my blissful chaos and unruly mindlessness. Reality bites. Do you have an ointment for that? My madness, sheilding, weilding power over realizations. Damnit! I thought I kicked my sanity out the blinking window! All sanity's stuff was gone -- like garbage day tomorrow; I better get it there stat!
I've spent a lot of time away from a mirror and when I look again, it's a scary, scary sight. Zombies, me for instance, walk among us. Rather than toil the soil at the call of our soul keeper, human demon, I toil away at life's displeasures and am mocked by my sanity that I booted long ago.
My sanity, passerby, now lives with me. Damn I hate him! He is cruel, demanding and has a bullying pal reality.
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Do you know how I know you're old?
Later, wild and crazy, then "small" then Father of the Bride. I think, perhaps, better in Parenthood wrecking the car while his wife tried to help him relax (ha ha) and wearing carpet strips for chaps -- befundling a superlogical gifted girl with the removable thumb trick.
Lou Marini as King Tut. Lou was later in another Saturday Night Live spinoff movie, Blues Brothers.
"They're sellin' you!"
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Ignorant lie
Here we see Kasuga Ayumu "Osaka" playing volleyball. She reminds me very much of one neice, flighty, absent-minded and fascinated with things other than school -- including dust shifting in the wind.
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I have taken a little sollace in anime and other novel featurettes under me two week stress. On Thursday, Mom has surgery and I hope and pray that it goes well. I'm tired and restless. Bills are stacking high and I'm not working. My stomach is a mess and I'm glad that I don't smoke. If I were a smoker, there would be a house fire already -- cigarettes lying on top of each other, never really finished -- like what's in my mind, 'never really finished'.
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I have been seeking a job in the local area 20-50 miles from the city, as FW has dried up its leads, for most jobs for which I qualify. There was an international posting from a semi-local company for teaching abroad. In the first posting it was South Korea, now they have posted Japan.
Boy, farther than a state away, Japan is Muy distant. From what I understand, it would be 1-year contractual. I would, of course, be teaching English to classes. The ages would very likely run child to adult.
I have so many thoughts in my mind, now mixed with the circle of doubt that John Karr has made for male teachers and male subs -- thanks [blank]hole! My stance on sex crimes is simple and well documented -- shoot the perps, save the people.
What the heck am I doing? I'm not clearly thinking. I need a way in, a way out, a way through. Japan (Nipon) teaching doesn't seem to do it, but it would be grand. I don't, however, like leaving the folks' lifeline to my sister here locally. Yoikes!
Like this scene here between two "outsiders" poor athletes, I feel like either girl and the ball, never long in control and the gesture seems pointless.
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underwire support tech
This is me, how can I help you?
Oh, you have a Pentium 2 and you're wondering if it will run WinXP and be a fairly useful computer. Let me just get a little info. What speed is it? ummm hmmm, pardon me, just let me get one other thing ... [sound of me walking away from phone]
WWWHHOOOO -AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
ahem, sorry
[returning to phone]
Uh, no. You don't want to try to run WinXP on that machine. I suggest using it as a boat anchor.
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satirical as it is, my sister called last night with computer woes and she hoped to get this old P2 to do tricks. Uh, uh, no.
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I can do what?
I can put my job searches on my blog? OH BOY! That would be absolutely .............
F! ing pointless!
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Number 4400
It isn't just a show. I think it has more meaning than the numbers on Lost. I believe that I have filled out that many applications and sent that many resume's -- well, it seems that way. I also seem to have sent MetLife about that many emails complaining. Since their response time is around 24 hours--good unless there's a two email minimum (2 drinks) to get across the need for contacting them. MetLife has a 2 or 3 email minimum, so don't buy drinks there.
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I am approaching 25 asfaras "We noticed your resume'" line of BS to get me to respond. Thanks Monster, CareerBuilder, RegionalHelpWanted, Thingamajob, et al for making your system open to phishers, spammers, and scammers. One place was great at lying, but I thought there was something foul afoot when I had to set a time to call them. Call them? The number wasn't toll free; it's an Iowa number. I think I'll pass.
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We noticed your page [blah blah blah] and wanted you to put our ad on your page. That's funny! The page given to me had ABSOLUTELY no relevance to the place. It was a single blog entry, not even my blog generalized. You can count me out! You can count me out!
Yeah, I guess we'll just count you out of everything!
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When you play with my money, you play with my emotions!

Dear MetLife, how are you? How is Mrs. MetLife? Are you having fun with my money? It's kinda funny that since it's all mine, mine all mine, not company invested, that you should play with it like it was yours. I think that I should soon eliminate all indebtedness to it and take all my money and put it in a company that handles it and responds quickly.
After many emails, as they don't post their talk-with-a-living-person phone number, they agreed to process the paperwork and will mail me a check. Now, what I don't understnad is that, "We put a hold on any loans, when an account (loan) is paid off with a personal check". So, when I'm paying off the loan of my money for 3 years, and I use personal checks that don't bounce, there's a special provision when I fully pay off a loan? That's a stupid wack rule, bar none--that's stupid.
Might I infer that all other money sent to them was held for 60 days in solitary confinement? I think not. I am supposed to be mailed a check this week. Great ... at a cost of a hundred due to late fees. Thanks MetLife!
+ title is quote from Friday, movie
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Monday, August 21, 2006
Karr repair
After watching MSNBC last night on John Karr, I am fairly convinced of a few things:
There are some mixed messages from people who "knew" him. Once thing is for certain, he has an inferiority feeling that might be eliviated or lessoned by control over others. I am not sure that I understand why Alabama allows marriages of children of 13 year-olds to 19 year-olds. I would think that it should be outright illegal, but it seems that there may not be a clause requiring parental agreement. This was John Karr's first failed marriage. His second marriage collapsed after two boys were born.
Later he was dismissed for teaching behaviors, allegations, and demonstrated control-issues over others. Children are generally weaker, better targets for predators. I think clearly, he is a hetrosexual pedophile (for what difference that makes), but can be useful for tracking criminal behavior.
His strange obsession with criminal histories of Polly Klass and JonBonet are worrisome, but not criminal in themselves. His confession is likely a low point in his psyche. He was controlling, in that he held minimal paying sub jobs, yet survived fairly well, but matched with possible paranoia (not typical). He took traceable jobs (teaching is a government job, very traceable) so paranoia doesn't jibe well with a pedophile taking high risks in highly visible jobs. Relocating to Bangkok made more sense in that he could blend into a large city and become invisible despite his English-only and pronounced Euro-American visage.
His internet discourse, leading up to his arrest and then surprising confession, were interesting, but his confession is merely a ploy to overcome his inferiority. The inferiority stems, likely, from failed relationships, poorer paying jobs, inconsistent work, body physique and plummet from "successful-looking high school student" to downtrodden meager man, relatively insignificant.
To be sure, his first marriage alone is demonstrative of pedophilia, but his deranged affection for child murder is a clearer sign of what likely lies ahead for society if he isn't executed.
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V for Vengence
When I saw this, I thought it was like an incomplete sentence. It was a startling, good sentence, but still not yet complete. I would rate this fairly high for adaption to graphic novel, as there are elements that cannot be portrayed in film as they can be in comic form and for condensing an elaborate series into the movie.
The incompletion was in characters, but that likely would have made it longer and boring. I think, really, the addtion of the Matrix effects didn't help it any. I would have rather had standard quick reflexes and sophisticated, but not 100% CG, as some of the scenes were, and obViously so.
I'm sure the author of the graphic novel read quite a bit of literature, based on its similarity to many more famous works and to the protagonist's vernacular and great use of classic and neo-classic literature and media.
I would give it a 7.2 (high, but I'm ranking it lower because it has little novelty to offer the second time around).
+ It is interesting that Natlie Portman had some scenes that, from a Star Wars fan, seemed, well, "borrowed".
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frozen master
I didn't think I could find these, but I did, but boy -- what I saw was not good quality. It looked like a home movie of a home movie of a TV show.
Having watched Dungeons & Dragons the Saturday morning cartoon makes me old.
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attic find
This is from The Grudge, which had a great thing of scary elements, timing, suspense. I think what the director, Takashi Shimizu, did well was using the special effects and scary moments in short bursts, not two minutes here, five minutes there. He timed the moments specifically.
Surprisingly, I liked this movie. I re-watched it recently. What else can you do when you are tired at 3:00 am and can't sleep?
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10:09 AM
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Saturday, August 19, 2006
He's asking to die
Let's oblige him!
John Karr, calling out that he is the murderer (and rapist), and is a pedophile. I'd say you get anything off him you can, kill him, then check out facts later. Personally, I don't think he's guilty, but I'm gonna pull a three-headed giant on him, "Let's kill him anyway!" Rather than state that, then look around for him, after he quickly ran away. Remember Ted Bundy -- escaped from prison to rape and murder more.
"I am so guilty! I'm so guilty! I did it"
[blam]
"Thanks! We'll look into it."
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flight ban
Rather than banning chemicals, clothing, all many other things, why not ban terrorists? Since they don't wear uniforms, I'd have to say that continuing with procedures to screen people, checking baggage is certainly necessary, but I think that most Muslims should be disallowed to fly. Boy! Doesn't that sound racist? I would stand by my decision, but remarking, hey ... a group of 20 some persons were going to get on planes bound for Europe and the US and bomb them.
I am not writing that only Muslims do bombings, but ... there is a distinct relationship. I would just ban all Muslims from flying. If they don't like that, then stop killing people, stop trying to kill people, stop bombing. I HARDLY believe that these 20 some people in the most recent case were alone in their plot. There are people out there that either know what is going to happen, likely to happen or some peculiarities. They don't; they rejoice at the death of others, then wonder why Muslims aren't trusted.
There are really, a low percentage of Muslims comitting the (large bomb) crimes, but I think that would just about end if they weren't allowed to fly. That would then translate to disallowing them to be on boat, then perhaps any transportation. That sounds really wicked, really evil, but I'd say that it's time to take off the gloves here.
If France wants little trouble from the Muslim population and still make a stand against terrorism, then the government should fairly buy their property so they could relocate back to the Muslim world away from the evils of Western society.
I think very soon, Muslims will be Muslims greatest enemy and be coralled into ghettos as was done to the Jews and slowly genocided through six generations, ending the religion, which would later be called a long-standing cult, for the victors write the history.
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Israel pulls out of Lebanon and Hezbollah grows stronger. Then, they attack again with more weapons, now having a Lebanese military barrier between it and the Israelis. They'll attack, then scurry back to hiding places or into Jordan or Syria.
The conditional cease fire should be: upon any civilian or military deaths or kidknapping, there will be no cecession of fire and attack until terrorist organizations are removed. If the protection of that organization goes up to the government of a particular nation, then that nation has knowingly embraced it. Therefore, in the minds of other nations, the US by this definition already has supported this.
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Muslims in the Arab world are as likely to riot over something as Los Angles, CA is to riot and loot over the unrelated. The LA riots wound up killing 30-40 people outright, not to mention those that could not be directly attributed to the rioters and looters. Hey! There's an injustice, let's grab that large screen TV to show our displeasure, while we're at it let's take what money's in the till.
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