Saturday, December 25, 2010
Yeah, I am not a big fan of Christmas. Mainly because of the fact that I've worked retail for over 20 years. Now, in the past couple of years the customers haven't been too bad but, still, they aren't the nicest at this time of year.
The other reason is the Christmas gifts that I get. Seems kind of stupid to be butt-hurt about Christmas gifts at my age, but my parents (ie my mother) seem to have no idea what the hell it is that I want for Christmas...and can't be bothered to ask. Of course, I don't tell them...but the way my mother reacts to certain things, I don't dare hint.
This Christmas, I got 2 $100 savings bonds. Now I'm fairly certain that my mother didn't shell out a dime for those. More than likely, she cashed in old bonds of mine that matured and were not collecting any more interest.
The other gift from them was 2 bottles of lotion that I use...which is sold at Costco. For $12.
After I opened those LOVELY gifts, I went into my room and cried. And felt guilty for doing so. But that's the programming that my mother has created over the years in me. I think the only Christmas gift that I got that was worse than this one was when she bought 3 boxes of microwave popcorn that she bought at Stater Bros. Market. I put those on top of my bookshelf for over a year...didn't touch popcorn for that entire time either. She thought that I'd appreciate those as a gift because she knew I liked to eat popcorn. To this day, I really don't touch the stuff.
Jesus, I'm tearing up now as I write this.
I hate Christmas.
I will admit that I probably don't get my parents the best Christmas gifts either. I get them gift cards. This year it was Wal-mart because they travel during the spring and summer and they use Wal-Mart alot. And another gift card to Home Depot. They go there a lot too. And the cards were $50 each. Which I can't afford but it's better than $12!!!
What do you get for people in their late 60s and early 70s? If they want something, they just go out and buy it themselves.
I don't give a damn about savings bonds...even though, I'll probably be on the streets when I'm 80. And the lotion, I could go and buy that myself. Why couldn't they have given me a gift card to Barnes & Noble. I buy books all the time and they (SHE) knows it. Or, they could have given me cash. I would have put it against one of my credit cards.
I hate Christmas and I hate feeling like I'm an ungrateful bitch.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
He was the father of three children: Linda, Phil, and Tina.
I know I haven't written on this blog in some time but I just have to write this somewhere.
I'm very sad that my uncle has died but I'm also glad because he is no longer in pain. He had cancer and the damn stuff just spread all over his body after a gall bladder operation he had in July.
But I am angry as well. Uncle Gene died about 7 pm and it is now almost 8:30 pm and his wife has NOT called my parents. In fact, she fucking TEXTED my cousin Phil that his dad died. FUCKING TEXTED!!!!!
Not classy AT ALL!
It's just not right. You don't text someone that their father has died.
I will never dine with the Queen of England nor will I ever be invited to the White House or a Big Time Hollywood Event. But, by God, I will NEVER EVER text someone about a family members death. That's just wrong. And trashy. But that's Gail. She's trashy.
Of course, before she married my uncle, she was his mistress while he was married to my Aunt Lee who was the mother of my Cousins Phil and Tina. Linda was the daughter of my uncle's first wife. My Aunt Lee died just before Thanksgiving in 1992, Uncle Gene introduced Gail to the family in February and married her in September 1993. That has caused some hard feelings with his kids. Fortunately, Phil and Uncle Gene reconciled. It's just too bad that it took a terminal illness to do that though.
But, in regards to Gail - she has no class. And as soon as things are over, I doubt that anyone in the family will contact her again. She's just done so many things over the years that...well, we more than likely will not speak to her again. There will be no need to.
Monday, July 19, 2010
I have watched the June 31 episode: I think Freddie gave Josh good advice. The ship will be there, the crab will be there...his father won't. It's more important to be with his dad if/when the worst happens. I'm glad he took Freddie's advice and went to the hospital.
Jake Anderson of the Northwestern probably understands the best what Josh and Jake are going through. His father, when the episode was filmed, was missing. His truck had been found but no Dad. And it looks like his father is still missing according to what I have Googled.
I thought that Capt. Keith was going to cry. He probably did. He's a pretty emotional man when it comes to things like that. Capt. Andy, well, I think that he and his brother are fishing partners with Capt. Phil so he had a hard time. Capt. Sig - I think after Capt. Andy told him about Capt. Phil, Sig held up a pack of cigarettes to the camera then threw them across the wheelhouse. Not really sure because what he held in his hand was blurred, probably not to show the manufacturer.
It was very good of Capt. Johnathan to meet Josh at the airport and fill him in on Capt. Phil's condition. I wonder if he'll stay a while to help out the boys.
You can tell how tight knit the crabbing community is. When Capt. Sig told his guys, it depressed them instantly. When Capt. Andy told Mike (possible new capt.), the look on Mike's face...it was almost like he was told something had happened to his dad. Of course, they've been brought closer together due to the show and the reduction of the crab fleet over the last few years but even without that, I think that everyone knows everyone else. For example the Capt. of the Kodiac was in Town making a delivery and a barmaid at THE (only) bar told him that she was surprised that one of his deckhands was still on board because of the guy's reputation and knowing the Capt.'s temper/attitude about certain things. It's that small of a community.
I'm going to go watch the next episode now.
July 7th episode:
Holy smokes the doctors had to take part of his skull off to help the swelling in his brain! The surgery lasted 12 hours, so obviously they did more than just remove the top of his skull. But DAMN! The doctor is not optimistic. He was blunt with the boys and Capt. Jonathan...most people do NOT survive these strokes. It's very obvious that Capt. Phil is a bad patient. He made Jake give him ice chips even though Josh said that the doctors don't want him to have any. Stubborn man! You can see that part of his face is not right. And for the surgery, they shaved his head. Not the best job, but I'm sure it was good enough for them.
On the Northwestern, Jake Anderson celebrated 6 months of being sober - good for him! I hope that he continues to be strong. Edgar doesn't really know what he wants to do - boat or home. And Capt. Sig thinks Edgar should train someone for his job. And Capt. Sig is still smoking.
Capt. Keith just got beat up by his 11-year-old daughter over his chewing tobacco habit. Nothing more righteous than a kid of that age. I'm sure that Keith is wondering if she is this bad at 11...what is she going to be like at 16, 18 and 21?!
The is a relief captain for the Cornelia Marie. While it may be hard on the crew, the boat doesn't earn money just sitting at the dock. It's got to be out there fishing otherwise people don't get paid and it will be harder on their families later on in the year.
It was difficult seeing Capt. Johnathan leave Capt. Phil and begin to cry. These are strong men. They, more than likely, were told that men don't cry. Suck it up.
I want to bitch slap Jake. His dad is in the hospital, dying and he's getting high because he can't handle people around him dying. Well boo fucking hoo! People are dying in hospitals every single day but their loved ones are going out and getting high.
Poor Josh. He's trying to take care of his dad and deal with his idiot brother. Capt. Johnathan gave him good advice...Jake is on his own. YOU (Josh) need to take care of your dad.
When Josh and Jake were arguing in their hotel room about Josh getting high. I think that if Jake had taken a swing at Josh, Josh would have just beaten the crap out of Jake and it would have taken Capt. Johnathan and the film crew to pull him off Jake.
July 13th episode
They have shown more of the talk Capt. Johnathan had with Josh. Capt. Johnathan is right. Fuck Jake. Josh has to forget about him and take care of himself and his dad. Jake's on his own.
I don't feel sorry for Jake one bit. In fact, if he was in front of me right now, I'd want to slap him.
In this episode, Capt. Phil is awake and talking, not well, but he's talking. In fact, the doctors are please with his progress and have told Josh that they think that he should go to a physical rehab center in Seattle. I guess there really aren't good places in Alaska for stroke rehab. Or, it could be the fact that Capt. Phil's home base and family are in Seattle so it may be easier for him to get help there. The show really doesn't say. They did show Capt. Phil's head or the side of it where they removed the skull. It's sunken it and looks weird. Capt. Phil wanted to know when they would replace it but the doctor said not for a few more days.
Jake has gotten off his ass and has called a rehab center about getting treatment. We shall see if he actually follows through. Josh put Jake on a plane to Seattle to go to a treatment center. Jake did tell his dad that he was going to go get help and Capt. Phil told him that he was proud of him.
Just before Jake told his dad about going for treatment. Capt. Phil tried to get Jake to give him a cigarette. I remember a couple seasons ago, when Capt. Phil had the blood clot (which almost killed him then), he went outside wearing the hospital gown and had a cigarette. Hospital gown and IV pole. I bet the nurses were plotting ways of beating him over the head. A co-worker and I agreed at the time that he was a damned old fool!
It was really hard watching Capt. Phil say that he wasn't a good enough father to Josh. Josh told him that he was the best father that he could ever have. That Capt. Phil taught him how to be a man. Obviously a man who was able to cry when he needed to even if he didn't want to do it in front of others. A man who was not afraid to tell his dad that he loves him.
My co-worker told me that I would need Kleenex for these three episodes...she wasn't kidding.
The fleet is being hit by a huge storm - over 1000 miles large- Matt Bradley aboard the Northwestern said "You don't believe in God...come out here." Yeah, places where there are NO atheists: foxholes and crab boats on the Bering Sea.
Josh got a phone call from the doctor telling him that Capt. Phil had another "event" and that he needed to get back to the hospital right away. It ended with Josh calling Jake and telling him that Capt. Phil had died.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
It's a good movie. I enjoyed the hell out of it. The pacing was phenomenal. Did not wonder about what time it was in Real Life, I was too busy watching this movie. No f***ing shaky cam - that I noticed. There was a scene at the end of the movie where Cruise and Diaz got mixed up in the running of the bulls...great, great scene!
Cameron Diaz's character come across as a little ditzy, probably normal for her ( I haven't seen too many of her films) but it's not annoying. She just a person who was pulled into something that is beyond her comprehension. Certainly she's out of her element. But, while she does have freak out moments, she sucks it up and does what she has to do...and if means riding the rollercoaster...she does it.
Tom Cruise's character, like many of his others, is charming, cute, funny and endearing. And possibly quite crazy. But, he pulls his character off well. Again, I wasn't annoyed with his acting. In the past, I have been irritated by the character he's playing, but this time I was not.
FYI - you don't have to sit all the way through the credits. There is a small scene but there are no surprises at the very end. :cry: I guess I'm spoiled and I like those last little scenes, oh well.
As for why the movie didn't have the best opening...well, it could be some lingering backlash against Cruise's couch jumping episode on Oprah. Or, it could be the fact that school has just let out and parents are taking their kids to see kids' movies first and then have Parent Date Night later.
Regardless, I enjoyed this movie and I will be getting it on DVD!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Poor Jake Anderson of the Northwestern. We found out that he'd been hiding the fact from the rest of the crew that his dad was missing and had been missing for some time. Capt. Sig got a call from Jake's mom that his dad's truck had been found but not his dad. And from what Capt. Sig said, there were a few other things that she told him. And he wasn't going to say anything to Jake.
I looked up on the internet about Jake's dad and he is still missing but the search was called off a long time ago. Obviously, it doesn't look good. And his dad's truck was found off an old logging road...so it may be a long, long time before Mr. Anderson is found, if ever.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I am expecting this to be one of the nastier California elections. Especially between Meg Whitman and Jerry Brown as well as Carly Fiorina and Barbara Boxer. I really, really hope that Meg and Carly win. But I'm not looking forward to the bombardment of commercials - both negative and positive. Nor am I looking forward to all of the calls that I expect will be coming.
Although, I have enjoyed some of the "person to person" polling calls. You know, the ones where someone asks you a series of questions and wants to know if you "strongly agree" "somewhat agree" "somewhat disagree" "strongly disagree" or "no opinion." The best one was one where the lady asked if I was planning to vote and I asked her if she had a section for "HELL YEAH!" She laughed for a long time on that one.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I am not surprised.
I am surprised about the reason why he did it though. He did it because she looked him up. She Googled him.
That poor, poor girl. But this does sound like what this shrink said on Fox News yesterday. That he's a psychopath. And psychopaths don't think about what they do. That it's impulsive...if I remember correctly.
Now, if only the Peruvians can get him to say what he did with Natalee.
I really do think that Stephany Flores is NOT his first victim. And probably Natalee isn't his first victim either.
This piece of sh** says that the fact that Natalee's parents going to his house, screaming and yelling about her location wasn't what normal parents do. Oh really?! BULLSHIT! Yes, parents are going to be screaming and yelling at the person who last saw her alive.
He's not normal in the head at all.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
I have many of the art books and have collected most of the same prints from those on my Photobucket Account. One thing that I have been doing is finding fanart on Deviant Art. Let me tell you, there are some really, really talented artists out there. I can't draw worth a damn, but I can appreciate people who can. Of course, for every talented artist...there are several that make you go "Seriously? You think this is good?!" Of course, I'm sure what I think is good, others would probably question my sanity.
This is one that I found recently. I think that it's a pretty interpretation.
I also happen to enjoy Sailor Moon fanfiction. My favorite writer is called The Yarnspinner. He and his wife have a website called Strands of Moonlight. There are several stories of his that I like but my favorite is his epic called "That Special Magic." It's an alternate reality but it's still good. The only problem is that the story is unfinished and he hasn't written a new chapter in over 3 years. Darn him!
But, the fanfiction website that I read the most is dotmoon. It does a variety of stories, not just Sailor Moon. There are a lot of authors that I like but some of the stories that are my favorites are:
The Aftermath of Bachlor Parties - Mamoru and Motoki contemplating their situation and what to do about it after Mamoru's Bachelor Party.
Stiletto Boy and the Blonde Problem - Yaten is caught doing something that the paparazzi would just LOVE to get photos of!
A Villain's Night Out - Sailor Moon comes across Nephrite who is a bit...under the weather.
There are several others, but would probably take too long to list. I like dotmoon. They list new stories every Sunday (for the most part). And they're easy to find and to be able to tell which are completed stories or not.
Friday, June 4, 2010
You can also play games of various sorts on there. There is blackjack, puzzles for example and a game called ZOMG! It's a shooter type game. I've tried it a couple of times but I'm not good at video games of that sort so I end up getting frustrated and quitting.
There are also forums where you can talk about absolutly nothing or specfic things. Oh, and you get Gaia "gold" for doing many of the things that I've listed so far.
I spend most of my time in the Marketplace. It's were you can sell items and buy items from other people. I buy a lot of items but I do it to earn more gold. You can sell items back to Gaia for half of their original value. Needless to say, I try to buy under that half and get more back.
It's fun, although Gaia has moved an awful lot of Cash Items. And by Cash, I mean Real World money. There have been complaints, but people buy the items - including myself, I'm afraid - so I don't think Gaia is going to quit doing that anytime soon.
Anyhoo, I like doing it. I have 3 accounts in fact. I've heard of people who have more, but I have no idea how they could work with more than three. Three are plenty.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
There were certain people that I really wanted to vote for: Meg Whitman for Gov., Carly Fiorina (sp?) for US Senate, Steve Cooley for Attorney General, and locally, Judge Zellerbach for District Attorney. Other than that, I really didn't care who I voted for.
The one thing that I did try to do was NOT vote for an incumbant...if I could avoid it. Over the next few years, I'm planning on doing my part to vote the scoundrels out!
As a bit of a follow-up to yesterday's blog, Chilean police have arrested Joran van der Sloot.
Now they are just waiting for what the Peru gov't wants them to do with him. Obviously, send him back. The murdered girl's father has vowed that his daughter's murderer will not get away with it. I'm going to guess that the little bastard is going to regret not admitting that he killed Natalee. I'm sure Peruvian prisons are not nice places. At all.
And the really great thing is, Joran's daddy ain't going to get him out of it this time. You see, Joran's dad was a Judge in Aruba. Yeah, that's probably why there wasn't enough evidence coughcoughcough to prove that Joran killed Natalee. But, 1) Joran ain't in Aruba and 2) Daddy's dead.
I really wonder how many other women Joran has murdered in the last 5 years.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Wow! And 5 years to the day that Natalee disappeared.
So, do I think he's killed again. Yes.
He and Stephany go to his room, several hours later he leaves...alone. And she is found dead in the room a few days later. Probably because she was decomposing and people began to smell her. Poor thing.
And, he's left the country (Peru) and no one knows where he is at the moment.
Will he be caught? I certainly hope so. And I hope that he is convicted of murder. I haven't heard anything about Peruvian jails...but I'm sure that they are not as comfortable as the ones here in the United States.
And, if he's in jail...he won't be able to kill someone else's daughter.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thank you to our Men and Women in uniform, both past and present who have protected us from Evil. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! May God bless you and watch over you and protect you from harm. And for those who are overseas, fighting to protect, not just the United States, but the world from those who don't give a damn about others...may you succeed and may you come home soon!
This video was sent to me by my dad. I love it! The lyrics are as follows:
The Warrior Song – Lyrics
I’ve got the reach and the teeth of a killin’ machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green. Best believe, I’m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my chin when you come to me,‘cuz I’ll win, I’m a one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death to the place you’re about to be: another river of blood runnin’ under my feet. Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you’ll never stand alone. I’m last to leave, but the first to go, Lord, make me dead before you make me old. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice.
I am a soldier and I’m marching on. I am a warrior and this is my song.
I bask in the glow of the rising war, lay waste to the ground of an enemy shore. Wade through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands I’ll kill some more. Bullet in the breach and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown, to gasoline. If death don’t bring you fear, I swear, you’ll fear these marchin’ feet. Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be. In the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth,where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps. Call to the gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag. Hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast.
I am a soldier and I’m marching on. I am a warrior and this is my song.
My eyes are steel and my gaze is long. I am a warrior and this is my song. Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me is still out of your reach. The killing machine’s gonna do the deed, until the river runs dry and my last breath leaves. Chin in the air with a head held high, I’ll stand in the path of the enemy line. Feel no fear, know my pride: for God and Country I’ll end your life.
I am a soldier and I’m marching on. I am a warrior and this is my song. My eyes are steel and my gaze is long. I am a warrior and this is my song.
Whew! Heck of a song isn't it?!
The next video features Lt. Col. Oliver North (ret.) speaking at The National Rifle Association Annual Meeting in 2009.
I've always liked Lt. Col. North. I remember during the Iran-Contra hearings. It probably was a Friday in November - it's been a LONG while so I don't precisely remember. When he was leaving, reporters were shouting at him, "asking" for a comment. He said "No comment." But when he was driving past the reports, he stopped his car, rolled down his car window and said "I do have a comment." The reporters practically piled on each other, shoving microphones in the window. He smiled and said "Go Navy! Beat Army!" Rolled up his car window and drove off.
I remember laughing my butt off. Because, while Lt. Col. North was a Marine...he was also a graduate of the Naval Academy at Annapolis...and the Army/Navy game was the next day. The memory of that still makes me smile to this day.
Once more, to our troops, past and present...
Sunday, May 30, 2010
I certainly would not be able to rant about things such as my mother on Facebook. For one thing, my dad has an account and is my Friend. And I'm Friends with other family members, so I'm afraid that if I started letting loose about her...it WOULD get back to her and all hell would break loose.
In fact, just a few minutes ago, she leaned out her bedroom door and demanded...yes, demanded, not asked...if I had something in the washing machine. Which I did. And she continued "Well put it on pause because I'm going to get a shower!"
Now, in and of itself, what she said may not seem that bad. But it was said in a nasty tone of voice. No please. No thank you. Just a nasty demand. And it's not like I was doing laundry during her "shower time" on purpose. It was 8:30 am...and she usually sleeps until 9:30 am or 10 am.
And this is how she talks to me most of the time. Of course, if I forget to say something politely...it causes a screaming fit. Her face distorts into looking like an evil gargoyle. She gets bright red in the face. Sometimes I think that she's going to stroke out the way she carries on.
And she freaks out over little things. Wet dishcloths. Weird things. Laundry left (accidentally) in the washer/dryer. (Which is hypocritical on her part because I can't tell you how many times I've gone to do my laundry and her crap is still in the washing machine or dryer.) I can't begin to describe the things she has a screaming fit about.
The long and short of it: My mother is crazy and I can't tell anyone about it because they'll think I'm lying. I can't tell you how often I've had people who "know" her, tell me how lucky I am to have a mother like her. I have to bite my tongue and keep myself from saying "You don't live with the bitch!"
Saturday, May 29, 2010
For the most part, I'm going to be quoting Theodora, unless otherwise written:
"I will do no such thing. If you bring the worm Hypatius before me, I will spit on him. If you drag me to the Hippodrome, I will curse him before the mob. ... All you have done is blind a man who would someday have been blinded by death. You threaten to kill a man, when no man lives forever. Do it, then. Kill me with him. I am the Empress. I would rather die than yield. ... There is an ancient saying, which I approve: Royalty is a good burial-shroud."
"Do your murder, then, traitor. Kill us, coward."
...Theodora's pealing laugh had no more humor in it than Satan's own.
"You are all dead men. Kill us, traitors! Do it, cowards! As surely as the sun rises, you will join us before sundown. ... Do it, cowards! Boast to Belisarius that you killed his Emperor and Empress. Do it! Tell the loyal man of your treachery. Do it! Tell the man of honor that you are murderers. Do it!"
"After he spits your heads on his spears. After the flesh rots from your skulls. He will grind your bones to powder. He will feed them to Thracian hogs. He will have the hog-shit smeared on your tombs. ... I will await you in the Pit of Damnation, John of Cappadocia! Before Satan takes you, I will burn out your eyes with my urine! ... You are all dead men. Wherever you go, I will track you down. Wherever you hide, I will find you. I will have you blinded. By the clumsiest meatcutter in the world."
...She had something to attend to.
Crawling on her hands and knees, Theodora made her way to the body of the nearest soldier. She drew a dagger from the corpse's sword-belt.
Then, still crawling, she began making her way toward John of Cappodicia.
The Empress did not crawl because she was unable to stand, or because she was injured, or because she was in a state of shock.
No. She crawled simply because she wanted the Cappodiaian to see her coming.
He did. ...
Theodora crawled toward him, the dagger in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on those of the praetorian prefect.
She wanted those eyes.
It was the last thing John of Cappadocia would ever see and he knew it.
No, it was the sight of the Empress. Squatting over the dying traitor, a bloody knife in one hand, her imperial robes held up by the other. Urinating into the empty eyesockets of John of Cappodocia.
That is one scary damn woman...isn't she?
RIP Mr. Hopper.
I'm currently reading the Eric Flint and David Drake series about the General Belisarius. While the work is fiction, it is based on a real person - just in an alternate universe. I've read this series several times so it is an old friend.
Flint and Drake are masters of Historical Alternate Universes and masters of Military History. You and see that in their writing. I'm not good enough with Military History but certainly when I've looked up some of the things that they've written about, I'm able to find it when I Google or use Wikipedia.
What I like most about the books is that the characters are engaging. I like a lot of them. And the ones that you aren't supposed to like...well, I don't like them. They have made me laugh and they have made me cry. But what I like the most is that I can really, really visualize what is going on.
One of my favorites is in the first book, An Oblique Approach, Chapter 8 and it concerns horses. I'm going to pick and choose my favorite paragraphs here so what I'm quoting is over several pages:
Imagine three thousand Persian lancers, thundering up to a wretched little earthen wall, guarded by not more than a thousand terrified, pathetic, wretched infantrymen. They would sweep the enemy aside, right? Like an avalanche!
Well, not exactly. There were problems.
First, each calvary mount has been hauling a man...carrying fifty pounds of armor and twenty pounds of weapons - not to mention another hundred pounds of the horse's own armor. At a full gallop for half a mile, in the blistering heat of a Syrian summer.
So, the horses were winded, disgruntled, and thinking dark thoughts.
Two - all hearsay to the contrary - horses are not stupid. Quite a bit brighter than men, actually, when it comes to that intelligence known popularly as "horse sense." So, when a horse sees looming before it:
a) a ditch
b) a wall
c) lots of men on the wall holding long objects with sharp points.
The horse stops. Fuck the charge. If some stupid man wants to hurl himself against all that dangerous crap, let him.
...Yes, horses will charge - against infantry in the open, and against other calvary. Against anything. as long as the horse can see that it stands a chance of getting through the obstacles ahead, reasonably intact.
But no horse this side of an equine insane asylum will charge a wall too high to leap over. Especially a wall covered with nasty sharp objects.
And there's no point trying to convince the horse that the infantry manning the wall are feeble and demoralized.
Is that so. Tell you what, asshole. Climb off my back and show me. Use your own legs. Mine hurt.
Friday, May 28, 2010
A little about myself - I'm 41 years old. Born in October.
Never been married. Never dated.
Shy as hell. It's very hard for me to meet new people. While I work retail and am able to chit-chat with customers, that's as far as it goes. I really have a hard time going places especially if I'm going to be alone and I don't know anyone. I try...but often fail.
I live at home with my parents - I've never lived on my own. Sounds pathetic as hell, doesn't it? I do pay rent and have ever since I've held a job. Oops! Better not call it rent. Mommy Dearest hates that. She calls it expenses. She actually had me rewrite a check (while having a screaming fit the entire time) because I wrote "rent" on the memo line.
I enjoy reading. My favorite author is Mercedes Lackey. I have several others: Christine Feehan, Sherrilynn Kenyon, David Weber and more. But Mercedes is my all time favorite. I'm looking forward to her next book in the 500 Kingdom series called Sleeping Beauty.
I enjoy anime. Yup. Japanese cartoons. Which, for the most part, are not dumbed down for the audience. Right now I'm rewatching Ceres: Celestial Legend aka Ayashi no Ceres. Love the story. Not to mention the fact that the hero and love interest name Toya is pretty damned hot!
I mentioned my actual age earlier because Gary Coleman the actor died today. He was 42. Born the same year that I was. Really rather scary when people your own age start dying. Not like it doesn't happen every day but... Of course, Gary has had health problems all of his life. Perhaps he was lucky to have lived this long.
Obama FINALLY went down to the Gulf Coast to see for himself the Oil Disaster down there. I did notice something - The beach he was on was pretty clean compared to others down there which are just absolutely COVERED with oil. I guess he didn't want to get his shoes dirty. And that British Petroleum hired some people to clean up beaches. There the clean-up crew was - walking down the beach in their nice, clean, white protective suits carrying empty clear trash bags. Oh, and the beach, again, wasn't that dirty. And waddya know, as soon as Obama left, residents in the area reported that BP's clean-up crew left right after. Jerks!
Well, this is all that I can think of for the moment. Like I said, I'll give this a try and see what happens.