There are so many things wrong with this, it's hard to know where to begin. First off, this is what the weather in Orlando is for today:
It's FEBRUARY 6th. And it is a feels like of 85F already. That's oddity number one. Then, there's what the weather is going to be like there tomorrow:
The temp is dropping twenty degrees for the high and almost forty degrees from today's high to tomorrow's low. What the hell...? It's like when it rains on one side of the street and not the other. (No really. I'm not kidding, that actually happens here.)
The reason this matters is because we've been trying to get to Disney World the last two weekends without luck. So we're dying to go this weekend. Now it's going to be cold and rainy. Grrr! I don't care. Sweatshirt and an umbrella and I'm STILL going to go enjoy the park. It's been weeks that we've been planning on going. I mean we have the pass, it costs us nothing to get in there. Might as well use it as much as possible, right?
Today’s ruling of the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court is deeply troubling. Marriage is a sacred institution between a man and a woman. If activist judges insist on re-defining marriage by court order, the only alternative will be the constitutional process. We must do what is legally necessary to defend the sanctity of marriage.
Who the fuck does he think he is? Who is he to decide who people are allowed to love and who people wish to live in a committed relationship with? Who the fuck made him god? I'm straight and I can still understand that you don't chose who you love, it choses you. And there's nothing wrong with that. Marriage isn't about gender, it's about a commitment. And if two people want to make that commitment to each other then who the fuck is he to say they can't?
Wasn't the entire founding point of America to be an escape from tyranny? Freedom to live how you want; freedom to make your own choices and live as you see fit - and not as the government told you? Why does that only count when it's easy or convienent? America's hard. It doesn't come easy and it doesn't fit nicely into a peg. We have to accept things that we don't personally like to ensure we ALL get that right to chose; to celebrate our freedom. Freedom isn't what one conservative asshole decides it is, it's what each one of us - unique and wonderfully diverse - makes it.
Live and let live Just because you don't like something doesn't mean you get to stop it. Doesn't mean your opinion is "correct" and that it's your job to stop people from celebrating and living their freedom. You do your thing, they do theirs. Why is this so hard to understand? It's so simple. And yet so far from reach in these dark days.
Just got done watching the Wednesday regulars - West Wing and Angel (which come on at the same time, but we record Angel with the DVR and watch it immediately after). Angel was celebrating their 100th episode. Cordie came back for it. And since I knew they axed her off the show (rather then the actress wanting to leave), I knew that meant this was a one-shot. Sure enough... *sighs* And it actually made me sad. It's like I don't really want to watch the show anymore now. I had gotten used to her not being there - I didn't like it, but I dealt with it. Now, being teased one more time with her and all her funny Cordie comments and then knowing that she'll never be back....it's depressing. And it makes me feel like the show has let the viewers down. People invest themselves, even just to the small degree of tuning in everyweek, in some way to a show. They ride with it's ups and it's downs. So it feels really low when they remind you of the higher days and how good things used to be. Things like that remind you that you tune in out of habit but that in honesty, you really used to like things better the way they were before. It parallels how I feel about West Wing. And I wonder if it's that I've grown up or if they've just left us behind. I think it's the latter. I think they abandonded us and left us standing on the curb.
There's a deeper current to this; about how things change and how we always remember what's come before in rosier shades then perhaps it really was. Though it can hold true for something as simple as a tv show as well. You find yourself waiting for them to come back; convincing yourself that they didn't really forget you, they just had something else to do. The little lies we tell ourselves so we can get through the day.
I don't know, but it made me sad. And I hate being reminded that some of those times past really were better and rosier like I remember them to be. Especially when I know those days won't come again.
In other news...another one's been caught in the web. It's addictive I tell ya. First you start reading someone's blog, then you decide to make your own. Next thing you know, there's a blog monkey on your back. Congrats and welcome to the wonderful world of babbling out peices of yourself to the digital void. Don't look back now.
Contemplative this evening. Guess it's better then the fog from this afternoon, but both leave me unsettled, incomplete and wanting for something I can't name. I need to let my Love use the net (our router's busted so only one can use the connection at a time right now) so I guess I'll close out.
I went to bed kinda late last night (it was after three). I woke up this morning when my Love was getting ready for work (he couldn't find his wallet) at about 7:45am. But I went right back to sleep. Something woke me up again at about 9am (got up, peed, fed the kitty and went back to sleep). Woke up for the day much later then I planned at noon. Since noon, I'd dozed off on the couch twice now. And I feel like I could just curl up in bed and go back to sleep. What's up with that? I hate days like this. I get all groggy-headed and out of touch and it just feels like I'm being forceably dragged into being asleep, because it's not like I want to doze off. There's just no reason for me to be tired.
Bah. Disconnected, groggy sort of day. And to think it's bright, sunny and like 76F out while I'm stuck in a fog.
Ok people, I need help. I'm flumoxed. How do you get to Never, Never Land? (Peter Pan) I could have sworn it was third star to the right, straight on 'til morning but I wasn't sure. So I tried to look it up in google. Seems there's confusion on the rest of the net over it too. The three most popular replies are:
third star to the right and straight on til morning
second star to the right and straight on til morning
third star on the left and straight on til morning
Upon trying to think about it, I've confused myself. Being dsylexic, sometimes if I try too hard to remember something, ALL the answers end up sounding the same and so they ALL end up sounding correct. Does anyone know difinatively what it is? Anyone have a copy of Peter Pan (book or movie)? It's really bugging me now and I really want to know.
editin pondering this query, I realized there's a tragic sort of irony that we, as adults, have lost even the ability to remember how to find Neverland...
Well, my Love doesn't seem to think it's weird (and doesn't care) but I think there's something odd when last night at about 2:30am, I go out onto my balcony and see the maintance man (the only nice one and the only one who knows what he's doing) who lives across from me, out on his patio, removing his dish. The apartment was a blaze of lights and it was clearly evident they were packing up. And then today, I get up and look out the window as I open the blinds and see him making a final check on his SUV and moving truck. By lunch, he's gone. The apartment's empty. It's just really...sudden. Packing at 2:30am and gone the next day. Makes me wonder what the heck is the story behind that one...
It's just that I try to keep an eye out on what's going on around this neighborhood. My Love tries to just ignore it all, but I lean toward the it's better to know idea. Like, I think it's imporant to know that a few months ago when the cops came out (one of the many times) that two people were arrested for drugs and underage drinking. These are the people who are here in our building; who I'm here alone around most of the day, every day. I think he feels I'm just being nosey, but I like to know who is and who is not on my "safe" list and who is and who is not on my "dangerous" list. The maintence guy was on the safe list and so it weirds me out that he left in such a hurry.
I dunno. When you live in the ghetto fabulous neighborhood like this one's turned out to be, it's just smart to keep your eyes open.
Yes, it was a boob. So? I mean, someone had a pretty good point that violence is ok (what is the Super Bowl but a bunch of guys trying to beat the shit out of the other team more then they get beat?) but a boob (the natural human body) is evil. What's up with that? In a ritualistic celebration of brutal, physical contact, we're outraged over part of the human anatomy? We can have our beer ads with women in dental-floss sized shirts and that's cool, but, oh no! Not a boob! *gasp in horror*
It's just so darned silly. Who cares if it was planned or not. Who cares that it was a boob. If your kids don't know what a breast is, you're doing a bad job as a parent. And if two seconds of boob are enough to scar someone for life, they might as well go live in a hole in the ground now because there's a hell of a lot worse out there then Ms. Jackson's tit.
Finally got around to making three more of the little penguins today. Of course, I was an idiot last night and dropped my original one, breaking off his beak and wing. Now I need some superglue and surgery to make him whole again. Couple people wanted one and I might offer them for sale if people want more. They're so cute and little but they look really adorable sitting on your monitor or desk. (Just don't drop them *sighs*)
Then, as if breaking my little penguin last night wasn't bad enough, I discovered that one of my Disney Pins was missing from my bag. (I have them all pinned to the backpacky type bag I use for WDW trips.) And what sucks is it's one of the ones that took a lot of work to get. It's the Disney Catalog Villian Boxed Pins - Chernabog (Pin #14350 ) Looks like this:
It was a Disney Catalog item back in 2002. There was a set of seven of them apparently. Well, I had come across some on ebay a few months back. I watched and waited and pounced on it until I won one. What stinks is that no one has any on ebay now and I don't see any in a completed auctions search either. Who knows when I'll come across another one. Bah. A search on the web found a yahoo store that was selling it for $17.99 but considering they were originally $30 for all seven and that I only spent like $7 for it the first time, that's a bit pricey for me to justify right now. But dammit, I really liked that pin! It's from the Night on Bald Mountain portion of the original Fantasia. See, I don't engage in pin trading so much as collecting ones I like. So, if I have it, it means I really wanted it. And now it's my first casualty. Things like that really bum me out. Such a small thing but so hard now to replace.
Hrm. Well, I've been writing this and then walking away forgetting about it for about an hour now. Kinda restless and bored. Also a little sore because my "Aunt" is in town. Just one of those blah kind of days where you don't want to really do anything, you don't feel bad (but you don't really feel good either) and at the same time you don't want to not do anything. Just kinda blue today. Bummed out for no real reason. Its probably hormones. Eh, what can you do? You know those days where you just feel really removed from the rest of the world? Like you're isolated and alone? There's no justification for it, but then when do emotions need tangible rational?
I guess I should just close. I need to reboot my pc anyway. Out for now.
This will be short because my virus scanner is running an automated scan and is making my pc CHUUUUUUUG.
It's been quite a whole since I've been up this late. And I'm amused that 2:30am is "late" seeing as I used to stay up until 5am some nights.
Despite not watching the super bowl (we forgot it was today 'cause we don't give a damn about football), we still managed to catch Janet's boob. We kept flipping over to see if we could catch any commercials (never did) but we DID see her boob. Had to rewind it a few times before I was sure I just saw what I thought I saw. (viva the dvr which holds your current program in buffer letting you rewind/pause your live tv)
Ok, this is pissing me off. I can't take typing and having to wait 20 seconds for it to catch up. I'll just write fucking tomorrow. GRR.
Another day ruined because of my horrible, miserable stomach. Ugh. Work up with it being hellish, difficult and just not playing along with the rules today. We've been trying to get out to WDW for the last two weekends and were going to go today but...... my stomach struck with a vengence. It's been evil ever since I was a kid. (having an ulcer at 13 probably didn't help it) I don't know what's wrong with it other then it's just literally hell some days.
Perhaps it was a good thing we didn't go though. It was cold (didn't get up higher then the low 50's I think) and raining all day. One of those dingy, cold, grey days. Everything's wet and uncomfortable and just ick. Pretty much all of the state was this way today. And tomorrow looks like it's shaping up to be more of the same.
I'm sure there were things I wanted to mention, but right now, I can't think of them. Kinda tired and just worn out from not feeling well all day. It's after 1am at this point so I think I'm going to start packing it up for the night and work toward getting some sleep.
