It never fails to astound me just how messed up the human race can be. People live in their own little worlds, life goes on and no one realizes what a freak the person standing right next to you can be. Perhaps you’re the freak, who knows? What’s my point here? Just this:
If you haven’t heard, there is a man in Austria who has been holding his daughter captive in a cell in his basement for the last 24 years, yes 24 years. That, of course, isn’t the worst of it. He abused her sexually, fathering at least seven children with her; 1 whom he burned in a furnace after the baby died from neglect, 3 who were held in the cell with their mother and never saw daylight; then taking the other 3 to live with him and his wife. The wife apparently had no clue, as she believed the daughter to have runaway when she was 18 and was then told the children were left at the door. This is a really messed up deal, as you can well imagine.
Then, here locally, there is man who is convicted of a robbery. He threatened 2 women with a knife at a Fun Tan shop, attempted to rape them (but no information on why he didn’t actually rape them) and took some cash. Now, this too is messed up, but I think most people would agree that it’s not as messed up as contestant number 1.
So, want to take a guess at what their jail times are? I’ll give you a hint.
The maximum sentence the Austrian can receive is 15 years, yes 15 years. The robber, was handed a 40 year sentence.
Now, I would present the question. Who here is really the messed up people?
If you said, the people residing over our world’s legal systems, then perhaps there is hope for you yet. Maybe, just maybe, you haven’t succumbed to the weird, messed up, bizzareo world that these other people are living in. I personally don’t understand how our values got so terribly screwed out of place. Seriously, when did threats and robbery become a more serious crime than, confinement (for years, and years), sexual abuse, and let’s face it, just outright being too fucked up in the head to deserve to live?
People are messed up, man.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Today prom- ises to be a busy, busy Sunday. Whilst I write this I am thinking of how I’m going to manage to dig up a bunch of Ferns that I need to move. Then I need to replant them, get laundry done, motivate two out three children to take showers (one is already done), do the dishes, get my own shower and leave to meet R’s dad in Elkhart for dinner. Then I need to get back here, call a friend who I will be swapping some of my ferns with (she’ll be giving me some Lily of the Valley) so I can arrange to get those, call the Audubon (again) because I just can’t get in touch with anyone who seems to know where the key to the sanctuary is, then…I have three articles to write for Inside Granger that will be due by Tuesday. But hey, no pressure…seriously, I can do this but it will be a busy day so…I can’t stay long.
BTW – I did get my first professional publication out in the May issue of InMichiana. I was very thrilled. It’s not out to the public yet, but should be soon. When it becomes available I’ll post a link to it. Thank you Charmi for plugging it; I really appreciate it.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wow! Talk about your bad mistakes! I think I really messed up here, seriously. I can’t believe I put a picture of King George on my BLOG site. What was I thinking? OMG!!!!! Now every time I pull up my page I have to see his face. I get sick to my stomach and lose any and all chance of writing anything decent, because all of my creativity is instantly sucked from my being. WTF!
I think I may have to delete the picture. I am completely serious. I don’t think I can take it much longer. I actually told myself, “It’ll be ok, it will only be visible until you write your next post, as long as you don’t scroll down; and after a few more posts it will be sent to the archive where you never have to look at it again.” I really did say this to myself. But, despite the reassurance I find myself sickened at the mere knowledge that it’s there and the impression is now burned into my brain. What’s a poor girl to do?
I hate to eliminate a portion of the BLOG that was honestly put there to make a point, but….I don’t know, I guess I’ll try to keep my dinner down for a few more days and hopefully allow it to pass into archive land. This is tougher than giving up crack, though. I just want everyone to know the lengths I’m willing to go to in order to provide a full layout of my thought process. I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.
That said, I’m going to post this and then go to bed. I need to get up early(er) and I have a full day ahead of me. What else is new, right? Ok then, I’m not putting up a picture tonight. I want to try and erase any and all images from my mind; at least for the present time. God, please don’t let me dream tonight. It might be more than I can take.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The Biggest Whiny Brat Of All
*Think About It
Dare I say it, lest I become the target for whiny vengeance? Well, I must. Someone has to say it. Things are just going too far. Have you heard about the kid, I think he’s in one of the Carolinas, who was going to plant multiple bombs throughout his school? I mean come on. The kid didn’t like jocks or some stupid ass thing like that so he was going to blow “Everyone” up and then take his self out too.
I am getting so sick of these dumbasses. Seriously, what makes them think that their problems are any more difficult than the problems that every other person on the face of the planet is dealing with? I blame this recent trend on a society who has babied their children to death “literally”. Today we see kids on their local soccer teams, ALL getting a trophy because “No One” should be left out; or work appreciation awards go to “Everyone” because it’s not right to ignore those who are only doing what they were HIRED to do.
People!!! Let’s get back to reality. There are those of us who excel and those who don’t. If you’re one who does not, then get off your ass and work harder! People have been living together for centuries without having to recognize the “special” feelings of every freakin’ person on the planet. And guess what, everyone didn't go postal because of it.
I think what it boils down to is this. We have created a generation of people now, who expect to be recognized for everything in their lives, no matter how absurd. Then you get these people pissed off because, let’s face it, it’s impossible to recognize every single accomplishment for every single person. Next thing you know, you have these dumbasses running off on a shooting, or bombing, spree because they feel left out. BOO FUCKING HOO!!!
In my day, people got recognized because they deserved it. They went over and above what was expected of them. They went the proverbial, “Extra Mile” and made the world a better place because of it. I didn’t get the brownie buttons and the mentions they did. I didn’t excel like they did. I was a semi-popular nerdy kind of freak who floated along like most everyone else, and you know what….I didn’t go off and kill anyone!!!
All I can say is that I think these people are spoiled little brats. Whining about how hard their life has been, when they obviously haven’t experienced shit. Let’s put them all on a plane and drop them in the middle of Africa or Iraq and tell them to fend for themselves. Then maybe they’ll toughen up a bit and begin to understand what a hard life is really all about. Oh wait…we can’t do that because they’re all too chicken shit to LIVE after they have destroyed the lives of all of their innocent victims and the victims families!!! Assholes!
K….I feel better now.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Mmmmm, who doesn’t love chocolate? Yeah, yeah I know there are some of you out there but I; I am not among you. I love chocolate. I adore chocolate. I am, at his very moment craving chocolate…good chocolate because there is good and bad chocolate. I don’t believe I have ever craved bad chocolate. In other words, I would very much, right now, like to have some delicious, yummy in the tummy, absolutely bad for you, good chocolate.
I guess some people have been concerned lately that the FDA may begin to regulate the amount of fat in chocolate due to the whole bad fat issue. According to the FDA, though, we chocolate lovers are safe. They won’t be taking away our yummy goodness any time soon.
So, now that we know our chocolate is safe….have you ever caught the “Crunchy Frog” episode of Monty Python? It’s really quite humorous. If you haven’t seen it then get off your duff and do so; especially if you’re a chocolate lover. It’s really gross, but in a funny sort of way. The basic plot has to do with a food inspector coming to discuss the “ingredients” in a company’s fine chocolates. If the title hasn’t given you a clue, well then, you’re a bit on the dense side aren’t cha? There are other flavors too; something like Spring Surprise and Larks Vomit, if I remember correctly. Anyway, it’s a good time. Make sure you bring along your favorite Bon Bons and curl up for a good laugh. “And now for something completely different”.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
After the League I came home to a vomiting child. He wasn’t actually vomiting when I walked in the door. He waited until I got home and began to settle in and then tossed his cookies all the way down the stairway, through the living room and onto the bathroom floor. He was finished by the time he made it to the toilet. So, I spent the rest of the evening (until about 1:00 AM) scraping up pot pie and scrubbing carpet and walls with LOTS of disinfectant and then showering. Of course he wasn’t done; he had a repeat about 4:30 in the morning. Fortunately, I was prepared for that one and had a bucket on hand. I did, however, end up staying awake for a good long time after that and by the time I fell back to sleep the other kids were getting up. I crashed out of pure exhaustion until about 11:00; R got the kids breakfast. I think he felt bad for leaving me with “puke” duty; he has a weak stomach, things would have been much worse.
K, then after I get up and feed the birdies, have my coffee, do some laundry, and take another shower I head off to the store where I stock up on soup, jello, and crackers. I drop it all off at home and head up to campus for the Wolfson Awards and pre-award sessions with the guest author, Brock Clarke who has recently published An Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England. I made it home about 9:00 PM and between putting on some jammies, getting the kids settled for bed and feeding the cats I am trying to catch up on my writing.
Tomorrow I have to write up some questions for the three interviews that I’m scheduled to do, Monday, for the Personal Profile articles I’ll be writing for Inside Granger, which is a flagship publication of the Tribune. Then I need to go see one of my daughters’ new apartment, because I saw the other daughters’ new house and now she feels neglected. They both just moved into new places within the last two weeks. Anyway, I’m going to go there at some time tomorrow, it still hasn’t been decided exactly when because…R and his brother will have the van, they’re going fishing, so my oldest daughter is going to come and pick me and the rest of the kids up and go see the apartment; this is, if none of the kids are puking. If they are, then I’ll have to wait until R gets home and go by myself Sunday night.
I still have plants waiting to go into the ground. I’ve been trying to get them in for about two weeks now. They’re going to die before I can plant them I just know it. Oh yeah, I have two poems to write for the Poetic Asides poem a day challenge because I missed last night due to pukage. Does it still count if I write two in one day instead? But despite everything, at the moment I’m writing and listening to X-Mal Deutschland so life is good and I’m content. Peace Out Man!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
And there’s always a, however. I found myself sidetracked from the topic when I began looking for a really cool gargoyle picture online. I did a search for “gargoyles” under Google Images and found some pretty cool stuff. Then, I thought further (this can be a dangerous practice for me) and decided to see what pictures I could find of local gargoyles. So, I narrowed the search to include “South Bend” and you know what I found? Not too dang much, that’s what. The picture that is accompanying this post is the only gargoyle picture I could find that is worth the search. It’s a picture from the house over by Showplace 16, the one way back in the woods. It’s called Beyer Castle and is a local Bed and Breakfast. Now I can’t attest for the B&B’s hospitality since I’ve never had the pleasure of patronizing the establishment; but I can say that they have some awesome architecture and hey…guess what…gargoyles!
That being said now, my thoughts continued. I wondered why there weren’t very many cool pics of local gargoyles. Is it because South Bend is just lacking in its gargoyle population, perhaps South Benders just aren’t into gargoyles, or maybe, hmm I don’t know, maybe there’s something else going on. So, for what it’s worth I’d like to propose a challenge to the local South Bend population. I say, let’s get some pictures of our local protectorates, and water spouts. Surely there must be some beastly eyes peering down on us as we travel the roads going about our business. I’m thinking that South Benders could, with camera in hand, go about their daily business and when a gargoyle is spotted watching you from above, snap its picture. Then post it online and tell us where to find it. Wouldn’t it be neat, if the next time a search for “gargoyles”"south bend”, turned up like twenty pages of really cool gargoyle pictures? I think it would. Personally, I would like to find out just how many of these guys are out there. Maybe we could give, like, a brownie point to the person who posts the most. Just thinking….
Oh, and I would still be interested in finding out what people collect. I know I’m not the only one who hoards items of little or no real potential value just for the sake of having them to look at.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I don’t have a lot of time today to write, but since I didn’t post yesterday I’m going to write at least something.
That being said and in lieu of my last post; I think I’m going nuts, really. For example, earlier today I was searching for a copper lid while I was cooking dinner. This is a lid I use often, and it’s normally in the drawer with the other lids. So, here I am, searching the entire kitchen beginning to get angry because I can’t find the damn thing, when…suddenly; I see it on the table right in front of me and I say, “Damn, it’s right here in front of me on the table.” That’s when my sister-in-law says, “You put it there just a minute ago. I thought you were talking about a different lid because you were asking where the copper lid was as you put it on the table. I figured you couldn’t have been talking about that one.” Yep, I’m thinking that’s a sure sign. Then later on when I went to get the coffee pot setup…I started to put fresh grounds in on top of the old grounds that were there from the last pot…ooo, yuck. I’m glad I caught that one. Jeez man I used to think the world was nuts and I was the sane one, now I’m not so sure.
Of course, I suppose I could just be joining the ranks. Hmm.
Monday, April 14, 2008
The picture is courtesy of Mental Floss who has posted many photos on the site. I would strongly encourage you to take the mental journey to Northampton. It’s amazing what people can live through, really. I mean the people running the place thought the patients were the crazy ones, let’s consider some of the things they put the patients through. I’d say they get the crazy award as well.
I have a book on asylums in the 1800s. It focuses on women, and many parts of it were written by the women who were actually placed in these places. Many women at that time would be committed to an asylum because their husbands no longer wanted them around; many had their money and possessions taken from them as well. And yes, men had the authority to do that then. All it took were two reputable men to make a statement that the woman was nuts, along with one doctor and boom, off to the institution. They would under go such torments as the water treatment. This was used, god only knows why, as a means of “treating” the patients. It began very early in the morning. The patient would be wrapped, like a mummy excluding the face, in cloth and then drenched with buckets of water and kept wet for several hours. The wraps would then be removed and the patient would be placed into a tub of water where they were kept for several more hours. After a short reprieve for food they would be wrapped once again and drenched for hours. Then the tub, then food, then another refreshing wrap before bed time. I can’t imagine a more relaxing treatment, can you? This would go on for weeks, sometimes months at a time, day in and day out, everyday for weeks or months, everyday. Personally, if you weren’t crazy when you went in you sure as hell would be after the personal, caring and loving treatments.
Well, I guess that wraps up my brief history on insane asylums for now. These places are wicked man and so I guess that’s why they call out to me. Yes, yes I do hear them calling. Don’t you?
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Oky doky -
Writer's Digest has a BLOG being done by Robert Lee Brewer. He's celebrating poetry month this April by providing a new prompt each day and challenging poets to write a poem everyday during the month of April and posting them to the comments section of the BLOG. I have to say, I think this is a really neat idea and I have been participating in it for the last three days now; since I found out about it. So, due to this I am posting the three poems that I have written thus far.
1st - the prompt was "An Object"
I've called this one - The Skull
Hollow sockets, peering
Orifice of scent
Cranial experience - plated bone
Absence of flesh and heat
Maxilla grinning its half smile
2nd - The prompt was "An Apology"
I've called this one (big surprise) - Apology
Pressure under foot
it’s all wrong
like standing on a rope.
Howling and hissing
frightened eyes dart at me
fleeing instinct she races across the room
turns back to me with my call.
Hearing the voice of love
the reassurance of “I’m sorry”
her tail recovers and hugs and cuddles return.
And 3rd, but not least, today's prompt "Music" we were to choose lyrics from a song and write about how they made us feel
I don't have a name for this one yet
On daze, like this
In times like these
I feel an animal deep inside
Heel to haunch on bended knees
- Sisters of Mercy; The Corrosion
Backward and laying on the beach
singing in the distant sun
the arrival of new flesh
Still passion absorbed into the night
a hooked moon on breaking glass
the loneliness of domination
The kind of love one waits for
beckoning the day but falling into
something else entirely
Howl for the ever after
and turn the shell upside down.
So that's it. I suggest you go to the site - check the side bar for "Poetic Asides" and you'll find it just fine. Then join in.
Friday, April 11, 2008
I’m playing a neutral evil druid who specializes in wild shaping. This means that, as I rise in levels, I will be able to convert my appearance into many different forms. I can currently make myself look like any other humanoid. I can also turn into any small or medium creature. This came in handy as I was able to turn into a Fleshraker (think Velociraptor) and help fight off the Lich that would have us for breakfast. Of course, in hind sight it really didn’t matter because we couldn’t do enough damage to him anyway. We were, however, able to procure our weapons, equipment, and armor that he had taken from us. This was a good thing in a bad world.
So, back to my character. I am half human and half draconic; meaning one of my grandparents was a dragon. It just so happens that my grandmommy was an EVIL dragon and rather on the crazy side as well. The picture is one of dear ol’ granny…gotta love her. She liked the feel of still moving parts in her mouth as she fed. Yummy, I’m hungry now. After she met up with dear ol’grandad, an evil sorcerer, they had my loving daddy. Well, to make a long story short…daddy met mommy (a druid) had baby, left mommy and along came freak girl me. I can best be described as looking almost human with long black hair and a nice form. Of course, if you look too closely you’ll see that my hands and my feet are actually more claw like than hand and foot like. What may, on first glance, appear to be decorative pieces in my hair are instead three purple, spine type appendages protruding from behind each ear. Then, there’s the yellow cat eyes and we can’t forget the thin stripe of purple scales that run the entire length of my body on each of my sides. In other words, I’m a pretty sight. If you like that sort of thing. Is it any wonder that I’ve mastered shape shifting?
We play tomorrow night. I guess we’ll see if I live to form another being.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Death’s love, waking to night
Gothic arch and lace
Shadows slink forward waiting
Moments of eternity
Marbled façade or truth
Captured in the pale moon
Embraced the drink persists
Monday, April 7, 2008
Ok, so maybe I haven’t been so consistent. It’s not my fault though, really man, the dog ate my computer; I swear!
I have been writing though, I think I’m working on a novel. If it turns out similar to what I envision then I’ll end up with a dystopian novel with a romantic era (1780ish-1840ish) feel to it and, gee, I would love to have a Dickens sound to it. I guess we’ll have to see. It’s still way too early to know anything about it for sure. Heck, I don’t even know the character’s names yet. So far, I’m referring to them as HERO, HEROIN, XX, and YY but I may change the two latter names to XY and XX just for sexual orientation purposes :-)
Now, I am going to try and write more often…remember in Dances with Wolves when the big, fat, sloppy guy said, “I bet there’s someone waiting at home saying; Now why don’t he write” if not then go watch the movie it’ll come to ya sooner or later, anyway I digress. So, I’m going to try and write more often, really. I’m inspired and maybe I’ll be able to find some time. That’s always the issue, isn’t it?
So sue me, no wait don’t. I mean it really…don’t.