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A Multitude of Thoughts

Posted in Entertainment, Gaming, Health, Life, Politics with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 7, 2012 by urbannight

Not everyone will be happy. But I am.

To start with, I’m very pleased with the apparent election outcome.  And not only does it look like Obama won the electoral votes, but they are thinking he probably won the popular vote as well.  They can’t say that officially yet because the counting isn’t done and it seems close enough in some places that they don’t want to commit to that just yet.

At the very very beginning of the primary race, I thought Romney might be a viable Republican option.  But as the primaries continued, and then after the nomination, and after he picked Paul Ryan, (Okay BEFORE he picked Ryan) I knew that I wouldn’t go near him with a 20 foot pole.  Maybe 100 yards would be better.  Isn’t that the distance on a restraining order?

My roommate, on the other hand, is not happy.  He feels as I do.  Only his sentiment is directed at Obama and not Romney.  So he is less happy this morning.

We are both still cranky and ticked off at one member of the wedding party from the weekend.  The fact that she is in a polyamorous relationship doesn’t bother me at all.  She seems to be a happier, stronger, more confident person than when she was with her ex-husband.  So it has been good for her.  What does bother me is that she treated the weekend as an opportunity for everyone else to take care of her little boy.  He is not yet school age. 

I know that it was a special weekend and they let him stay up later than his normal bedtime.  But she left it up to her boyfriend to make him go to bed.  She was too busy drinking and partying with the other members of the wedding party to make sure he got to bed. 

She asked her sister to watch him while they ran some errands in town and took off, without leaving the car seat and everyone wanted to do something that day.  But with no car seat, that meant someone had to stay back to watch the little boy.  And his mom couldn’t be bothered to answer her phone while they were out.  So we couldnt’ get them to drop the seat off or find out where they were so someone could pick up the car seat.

Then, at the wedding dinner, mugs were a party favor and people were told to find a spot based on the mug they wanted.  I put my camera in the spot I wanted.  I was more concerned with not being trapped in the back because I’m mildly agoraphobic.  I don’t like being trapped or surrounded by to many people.  She then comes over to me to say that she and her boyfriend and the other girlfriend are sitting in the three spots on that end.  Of course, then NEVER put down anything to mark those places as occupied. 

Did you notice that she only had three spots?  She never even thought about where her little boy was going to sit.  She was more concerned about her boyfriend.   Basically, he ended up in the only empty seat left.  She also didn’t even bother to make sure he got a plate of dinner.  It’s like he didn’t even exist for her during that dinner.  It was left up to the people around him to make sure he got fed and behaved well.   One of those people was his step-grandpa.   But he was also surprised that the boy’s mother didn’t bother to think about her son that evening.  So it wasn’t like there was an arrangement for him to sit near his grandpa.

It is two days later and I am still pissed off about this behavior.  Not even Election Night was able to distract me from it. 

Looking at photos, ones in which I appear, I hate to see myself.  I used to LOVE to be in front of the camera.  Every time I see a photo, I can’t believe it is me.  I do not see myself as being that huge.  I guess I have some kind of reverse anorexia.  You know, where the person w/ anorexia draws pictures of themselves as huge when they are in reality a walking skeleton.  I know I’m over weight, but my mental image is apparently much smaller than my real body size.  I can’t really reconcile the me I see in photo’s with the me in reality.   Maybe that’s part of the reason I have so much trouble losing weight?  And today the top of my butt cheeks hurt a lot.  No idea why. 

Actually, I think it may be a result from distracting myself from the Polls.  I would watch 15 minutes of a show, pause it, check the Polls, then clean for 5 minutes, and repeat.  So I was up cleaning for 5 minutes out of every 20.  All evening long.  That is a lot of up and down and up and down.  I suppose that could do it.

Back to politics as I remember something else from last night.  I was playing SWTOR in the later evening.  Everyone was doing really really well with NOT talking about politics.  Oh, there was the generic comments about the polls and such, but nothing about political opinions and beliefs. 

Until one idiot decided to announce that anyone who votes for Obama was a traitor.  All we said was that we felt the person was being a bit to extreme.  But the one person kept going on about it.  One person left the guild because of it.  After about half an hour, in which he couldn’t get anyone else to take sides at all, he (that is an assumption there) left the guild.  A comment right after was that if you ignore someone trying to stir things up, it becomes a self-correcting situation. 

A smart rule is to never discuss politics in Guild Chat.  People on both sides get upset.  People trying to ignore the discussion get upset.  In the past, I’ve seen guilds fracture and split in half over politics during election years.  It is too volatile a topic.  It is worse than religion.

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Of Bedtime Rituals, Beta Tests, and Ass Dancing.

Posted in Entertainment, Gaming, Life, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 30, 2012 by urbannight

I wanted to make this more general and less about me. But it is too much about me and I couldn’t keep it to a minimum. I blame it on sleep deprivation. If you want to know about it, or you just want to get to the part about ass dancing, read on.

It seems like today will be a very long day. I’m exhausted and back, shoulder, wrist, hand and ankles hurt. I feel like I spent an entire weekend gaming but it was exactly opposite of that.

My roommate preordered Guild Wars 2. This weekend was the beta event. But it took more of the weekend to download than he had left to play. He stared it Friday and it wasn’t finished until Sunday morning. Paying for a fast download speed is irrelevant if the server it comes from is sending at a slower rate and is very busy. This meant I couldn’t do any online games, WordPress would never load, and my email, home page, and FB loaded very slowly. Online stuff was out of the question. So was Netflix.

So I treated myself to a Firefly marathon Saturday. I also got a lot of stitching done. I got a lot done but didn’t quite make it to Serenity. Really great progress was made on the Elegant Pumpkins. Normally, stitching does not produce the same type of hand and wrist fatigue as gaming all day does. My my hand and wrist feel awful. Right up into my shoulder.

Which reminds me of something. Isn’t it odd how in formal writing we object to the incomplete sentence. But it is very common in novel-writing. And in natural speech. We say something, stop, and then add something to clarify. In writing, one sentence might give the impression that there was no pause or only a slight pause. But the reality of natural speech is that it is often a much longer pause. And novel-writing tends to reflect a more natural mode of speech than formal writing. We want people to really feel as if they are seeing and hearing the novel rather than reading it. Show us don’t tell us.

So, my weekend was a marathon of television and stitchery and not much of anything else.  Although I did play two hours of the Beta Test before bed. Not something I planned on. But it was going to end and there is still no release date for the game. So I figured if I was going to try it out, that was the only time to do it. Still, it wasn’t enough of a gaming stretch to bother my joints. At least, it shouldn’t have been.

Instead of getting ready for bed and relaxing at 9:00 I didn’t get started on that until 11:00. My normal routine is to get ready for bed and lay down on the couch and watch a cartoon. In the past, this was not an effective ritual. At the time, I was staying up later than my already late bed time so I could watch an hour and a half of Disney Channel Cartoons. Emperor’s New School, Replacements, and Kim Possible. These were great cartoons but boy were they on late at night. Saying up until 1:30 am is not an effective bedtime ritual.

After they canceled them, I tried to find some online versions of them. I discovered a good reason not to make a teenage cartoon for middle school kids or younger too sexy. There is a massive amount of Kim Possible porn out there.

But I did find a show that worked great for helping me relax and I almost always fall asleep during. Not because it is boring but simply because I’ve seen the show SO MANY times. Shin Chan. It is amusing, entertaining, short, mostly light, and once you know the show by heart, easy to unwind during and fall asleep with it in the background. Eventually, I watched it SO many times I wanted a bit of a break. Invader Zim is not so go for unwinding and falling asleep. But Phineas and Ferb is fantastic. The show is cute, the characters interesting, the format is always the same, each episode is two separate segments.

It is perfect for slowing the brain down to sleepy time levels and drifting off in the middle of the program. I wake up later, momentarily, to stumble into bed and fall asleep before I know it, with none of the tossing and turning that normally happens. Like on Friday and Saturday when I didn’t have my bed time cartoons available.

Recently, my roommate saw that I wasn’t watching Shin Chan anymore and asked my why. I told him I needed a little variation and P & F worked just as well. He said I must be waiting for Ferb to drop his drawers and ass dance. No, I’m not. He seems to thing that is the entire purpose of my watching Shin Chan. This is not true. It is amusing. But I don’t watch it for that. Although the episode totally devoted to butt cheeks is one of the best episodes.

Mitzy buys some dolphin goo for her face. Shin happened to see the commercial for it when he was at home while she was out shopping. He overhears a conversation between Mitzy and the neighbor lady and totally misunderstands. He thinks his mom is planning to use Hima’s (his little sister) skin to replace her own skin so she will look 5 years younger and have the skin of a baby. He and Hima then have an ass dance dance-off in which Hima can’t keep up but she wins because her butt skin glows and shines with divine baby light. Shin sees the bag for the dolphin goo and recognizes it and remembers that the commercial says it will take 5 years off. Since he is 5, he will have the skin of a baby too. He can save Hima. Mitzy walks into her room to see Shin in front of a vanity pouring the last of the entire bottle of lotion on his butt. It is very very funny. I’m not sure my description does it justice.

Which brings me back to last night, where I lay down at 11:10, put on a 20 mintue episode of Phineas and Ferb, both of whom are too smart to find ass dancing a good use of their summer vacation. I drift of to sleep. Then I half wake up and go to bed. I wake all the way up at 2:00 am and can’t sleep. I end up being up until 4:30. I want to run screaming out onto the balcony, ripping at my night-shirt, yelling,”WHY? WHY?”, Marlon Brando style, which would look a little funny coming from me. I’ve been working really hard getting myself to go to bed earlier and get eight hours of sleep at night. Instead I had a 3 hour nap, was up for 2.5 hours, and then got another 1hr 45 mintutes of sleep.

I was glad this wasn’t a Monday where I had to drive to work. I wasn’t sure I was awake enough for driving. I was really looking forward to a good hour to 90 minute nap after work before gaming. But now I have to go do some emergency dog siting for a couple of hours after work as the one owner is out-of-town on an emergency and the other owner had finals and couldn’t get home between work and classes.

I’m glad I stopped at the gas station to pick up Rooster Booster slushy and two 5 hour energy shots. I just may survive today after all. Hey, where’s Perry?

Terrible Tuesdays and Thoughts on Random Things as Triggered by On-Line Headlines.

Posted in Advertising, Entertainment, Food, Life, Politics, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2012 by urbannight

Another struggle of a morning ensues on this dark and wet a.m.  On my drive home last night, after a delicious dinner at Petrow’s, I decide to get committed to losing 100 lbs.  I was up so late Sunday night that I thought going to bed early would be no problem.  Then I could get up a little early and work out. 

I had this great idea for a tattoo to represent the successful loss of that weight.  A pile of pumpkins.  One for each 10 lbs.  Only one pumpkin needs to be a jack’o’lantern and one needs to be a skull rather than a pumpkin.  And a little black cat if it could be tucked in someplace.  I was thinking one of my butt cheeks would be the ideal location for this.  I can’t draw at all so would need to find a designer to work something up for me.

I go to bed 9:30ish and have no luck.  I get up for a little while and then go to bed at what I consider my proper bed time.  Only I still can’t sleep.  I did two crosswords.  TWO!  Normally I do one or even half of one and I’m ready to fall asleep.  I then read for a while.  I finally turn out the light at midnight and fall asleep.  And then proceed to oversleep by 18 minutes.  No workout for me.  No proper shower to get the last little bit of blue out of my hair either.  Not enough time.  Sticking my head under the sink didn’t work out very well.

Breakfast ends up a cup of easy-mac, and original flavor Slim Jim, and a SoBe Lifewater, 0 calories.  Yumberry Pomegranate, antioxidants, Vitamins C & E, Ginger and Dandelion root extract, to be exact.  Things you didn’t need to know on a Tuesday morning.

Work proves to be something of a repeat of yesterday with more frustration.  So I read a little news and get even more upset about that shooting of a teen inFlorida.  Turned out the neighborhood watch guy wasn’t even a member of any registered neighborhood watch group.  So he is just some cop wannabe out patrolling the streets he lives on with a gun.  That is someone who is looking for an opportunity to take someone down.  He wanted to have an opportunity to use that gun in my book.  Pisses me off that he is was not arrested and he was just let go, feeling justified in his action. 

Of course, I feel a little worried about the fact I emailed that police department telling them that they should be ashamed of themselves.  I probably shouldn’t have.  But I wasn’t properly awake yet and it seemed like a good idea when the brain was only half functioning.

On the other hand, I feel good about a new Israeli law and wish more countries would do something like it.  In an attempt to combat eating disorders and enforce truth in advertising, they are 1. not allowing the use of underweight models in advertising and 2. ads must indicate if any airbrushing or altering was done to any photos to make the models look thinner or otherwise alter the appearance.  

I think this is a good thing.  I remember, back before my sister lost the baby weight from her second pregnancy, there was a program on models on the t.v.  My brother-in-law made a comment wishing my sister was as thin and healthy as the models.  The program then went on to describe all the health problems models for which models were at risk.  Because an overweight person can be healthy but underweight people can’t be healthy because there is no way for them to be getting the basic proper nutrition.  My brother-in-law took back what he said before the show.  My sister and I knew what it was about from the start.  Which is why we didn’t get on his case when he first made the comment.  He quickly realized his error without having to be corrected by any of us.

Of course, this is only for ads produced inIsrael and not for foreign ads.  I think they should hold foreign ads to the standard as well.  That way it would for a large numbers of manufactures of fashion advertising to modify what they do.  I hope other countries take notice and start passing these laws.

Meanwhile, I’m amused at China’s new law to ban naming supplements after sex, god, or immortal and banning the use of powerful, magical results, miraculous, and extraordinary as descriptors of products.  They don’t want advertisers and businesses using vulgarity or the belief in the supernatural to sell things.  They think that will ‘restore confidence’ in the country’s goods.  Maybe not using lead in things, among the other issues they have had, would be a better place to start.

And can anyone tell me why you need workout clothing to ‘flatter your figure’?  Really?  The point is to get a figure.  If you have a good one already, you will already look good in almost any workout clothing.  If you don’t have one, workout clothes to make you look better will not help you get there. 

I did a group fitness challenge at work last year that included a subscription to a fitness magazine.  It was the worst fitness magazine I’ve ever seen.  (it is a popular one for women) It was hard to find the actual fitness articles because of all the ads.  One issue had only one real article involving fitness.  And even that one didn’t have anything to do with actual fitness.  It was how to pick up guys at the gym. 

Apparently writers are still catering to the idea women only workout to meet men.  Hmmm, I don’t think so.  I’m going to the gym to get in shape and lose weight.  I’m going to get messy and sweaty and sticky.  I don’t want to wear make-up because I don’t want it to run all over my face.  Really, you think I’m going to be in the mood to pick up guys?

Have I left anything out?  Probably.  I know had a dozen random thoughts floating in my head this morning.  I know I formulated a paragraph here and there on various topics.  I’m now waiting around for the Mystery Bookstore to open up.  Inside is the Stitch in Crime needle craft store.  I need to find out if she had some silk fiber in Tardis blue.  If so, I will pick it up at lunch.  After work, I’m going to stop at a fabric store and get some black silk.  I may get started on my Tardis Throw Pillow tonight. 

But I’ve said it before and will probably do so again, “I hate morning.” I am not a morning person.