Friday, October 31, 2008

I am totally bitchy today

My son is driving me effing CRAZY. He is obsessed with the new ferret and he won’t leave her alone. Every second I turn my back he opens the cage and it becomes complete chaos as the dog turns into a crazed ferret eating monster. I should be thanful that he at least has the decency to give me fair warning by growling (the dog in this instance) which actually helps since he doesn’t bark or growl at all. I am pretty sure that’s a result of being deaf, but either way it kicks ass. Today it is worse than usual since I am baking like a mad man trying to get ready for our party tonight.

On tope of that, someone from work is trying to guilt me into working tonight. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. Even though I’ve had most the week off, there is no way I am going in tonight. I got way too many things to do and this girl has serious work responsibility issues. She has so many “emergencies” I’m surprised the city hasn’t shut down yet. It’s totally insane.

Another thing that is bothering me (again) is Sarah Palin. God I hate her. I watched her interview with Nightline and I seriously wanted to hit someone. She tried to trash Obama about his infomercial by saying it was completely soft and scripted. Well it WAS, but that’s beside the point. I just find it hilarious that she has the audacity to try and ding Obama about being scripted. Give me a freggin break. I’m surprised she can put together even the most simple of thoughts without a teleprompter. Then she continued the overused rant that Obama is a socialist who wants to rewrite the constitution to redistribute the wealth. Jesus, do the people who cheer to this crap actually use their higher brain functions? I can’t stand how the words “socialist” and “liberal” have become these dirty words. Socialism really isn’t that bad if it is used appropriately. In fact, we have plenty of socialistic programs in place in America already. None of that matters though because it’s NOT true, but that’s not even the part that really irks me. It’s the fact that Alaska shares natural resource gains with its people. To break it down for anyone who hasn’t had an orgasmic epiphany reading that, that is essentially the definition of socialism. The government owns the means of production and distribution. So Sarah Palin can shove her last minute rants and lies where her good lord don’t shine cause I am not buying into it.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Floating ideas

I really want to make a piece of art using one of my favorite quotes by Martin Luther King Jr.

“It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can stop him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important.”

I’m not sure how yet, but I am excited about the ideas I got floating around. I have also finally finished the last panel of another picture I was working on. I still need to put some red behind the yellow and blue panels but I totally love them so far. (That’s why there is a faint circle around the peace sign.) I want to paint the sides black but I tend to get lazy at that point. I’m sure one day I’ll be on a good one and bust them all out.


Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Obama Ad

So I just watched Senator Obama’s half and hour infomercial and I actually liked it. There were definitely some cheesy parts but I thought the overall tone was nice and I really got inspired by the parts about his family and parents. Some people are giving him a hard time for spending so much money on the ads, but I think it was put to better use than lets say…clothing? I think it also did well to put to an end a lot of lies that have been told about him through the McCain camp.

I also found this interesting video. I don’t normally watch Keith Olbermann but I thought it was insightful as well as witty. It's about Palin accusing Obama of being a socialist.


Yesterday I turned 23 and it was pretty uneventful, as usual. I don’t like to make a big deal out of my own birthday but I tend to get super excited about everyone else’s. (Maybe it’s a deep rooted fear of being let down...Dr. Phil anyone?)

We did get a ferret yesterday which is awesome. She is absolutely GORGOUS and totally nice. I’m not even scared to hold her, which is saying a lot. The main issue is our dog now feels his protectiveness instincts in full swing. Never mind a burglar or man eating dog, if that small ferret gets out of control he will be there to take care of it. Damn straight...
Here is a few not so great pics of her:



We named her Josephine.

And not to be left out, here is a pic of our dog. He doesn't have a name, but does a deaf dog really need one?


Monday, October 27, 2008

Great Words of Wisdom

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Mary Schimch

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Having ovaries is not enough to qualify for my vote

I am really tired of having to defend my reasons for NOT voting for Sarah Palin simply because I’m a woman. It’s like we’re not even allowed to criticize her without being looked down upon or being labeled “catty.” It is not about being catty; it’s about her political positions and the fact I don’t agree with them. And yes, people shouldn’t be asking blatantly sexist questions, like what she plans on doing with her children if she does indeed become elected. But I can't help but feel that if she makes the decision to parade her children around, then we have the right to talk about them. If Sarah Palin doesn’t want them in the limelight, then she should keep them OFF the stage!

A lot of people are also upset about the 150,000 dollars that was spent on her and her family’s wardrobe since August. Some people joke that maybe this is her one woman economic stimulus plan and I can see their point.

Her people responded by saying, "With all of the important issues facing the country right now, it’s remarkable that we’re spending time talking about pantsuits and blouses."

But this is not about blouses; this is about an insane amount of money that was spent on clothes while Palin continues to pander to Middle America about how she is just like every other working class citizen and mother. Hearing her talk about Joe the Plumber and how we need a spending freeze while wearing Valentino is a little unsettling. And yes, we do need to be realistic and realize that being a woman in politics is a tough place. With journalist ready to take apart your every detail anyone is bound to feel pressure to look sharp, but acceptance of this amount of wasteful spending simply because she is a woman and it’s hard to be in the spotlight is actually the sexist move here. Not the other way around.

Campaign spending on personal expenditures has always been a politician’s sore spot (remember John Edward’s $400 haircuts?) but my problem isn’t with the amount in it’s self. It’s with the fact that 150,000 dollars of CAMPAIGN CONTRIBUTIONS was used. People are trying to blame this on the “liberal media” just twisting the facts, but the reason mutual articles aren’t being written about the Obama camp is because there are no such spendings. That doesn’t mean these guys don’t have personal tailors and probably their own stylists to help. It just means that they actually have their own money to afford such luxuries instead of using donations from college students to do so.

The amount spent on clothes is not reason enough not to vote for Sarah Palin. It is just another dent in the constructed public persona I am not buying into. I have no problem voting for a woman (like Clinton) as long as she truly believes in equality and not just the conservative Christian right’s idea of it. Sorry, but ovaries aren’t enough.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Creative differences...

I had all these ideas for different pieces of art using some of my favorite quotes but I am not sure I like that idea any more. I really like the first one, JFK 10-08, but I’m not really happy with the second one I finished yesterday, Gandhi 10-08. Oh well, I have a habit of hating everything I do and then about a week later loving it. I think art is just like that.

JFK 10-08

Gandhi 10-08

I have a bunch of ideas right now though so I am pretty stoked. I’m just gonna step away from this project and who knows? Maybe one day I’ll actually come back to it.

Holden's artistic touches

Holden is finally at the age where we can actually do things that are fun for both of us to do together vs. the random carpet lint of which he found hours on end of entertainment previously.


Yesterday we were painting together, which so far has to be my favorite thing we do. (I especially like it when I walk away and he decides my painting wouldn’t be complete with out a few splashes of every color within reach.)


It was nice to do something together too because even though we live in the same house, I am pretty sure we’re on different planets. I don’t know how it is with other parents but it sometimes feels like we are living parallel to one another without actually touching. Don’t get me wrong, I am totally OK with that. I need personal time and my selfishness for something that resembles my own life did not fall out with the placenta, but it was nice none the less.


I also want to see if Holden is old enough to go to the Children’s Theater. It says ages two and up but I have never tried to put him in a situation where he has had to sit for long periods of time and I’m not sure I can handle the stress of making him. So tonight I’m going to go with some friends to check it out. Hopefully it’s something we can do as a family and if not, well I am pretty sure I will have found something fun to do.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

"Ain’t no happiness nowhere..."

What is the big deal about being single? It’s like there is a conspiracy to try and convince us being single is awesome. Well, it’s NOT. The real problem is we tend to forget how much it actually sucks until once again we are trying to wade through the mating bullshit and try to find a person who doesn’t bore us to tears. And yes, taking a break after a long relationship can be fulfilling, but after all the emotional residue is scrubbed off I can’t help but be left with the feeling that I need to meet someone new. So instead of actually enjoying being single, we are in the constant rat race of looking for our new Mr. Right. I can’t help but wonder why we even delude ourselves into thinking this is remotely satisfying. So I am proud to say I am NOT single and am in a much more satisfying partnership then I was with my club clothes and drunken one night stands.
Another thing that is completely overrated: first kisses. Don’t get me wrong, it can be a great experience but overall it’s pretty mediocre. After the first moment of excitement it turns into any other kiss, good and the not so good. I don’t know what the numbers are for most people, but for me the not so good (to outright freggin horrible) vastly outnumber the amazing. I am pretty sure I will always prefer a kiss from someone who has already gone through the grooming process and knows what I like then from some random jack ass that has somehow gotten through my douche bag alarms.

Honestly though, Chris Rock said it best, “Married and bored, single and lonely. Ain’t no happiness nowhere.”

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Confessions of A Book Whore

I don’t believe in New Years resolutions. I never have. To me it’s just some ridiculous crap we make up in order to force ourselves to think optimistically about the next 365 days we are going to waste on the daily grind. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t think it’s a good idea to have goals and look to the future, I just don’t need some arbitrary day like New Years Eve to provide an opening. I tend to just think of what I want to get done or try throughout the year and this year I did actually set a few goals for myself. I am proud to say I actually finished one of them. (Did you get the urge to shout overachiever? I know I did…)
I wanted to read at least 50 books. That’s one a week with room for laziness and I am almost ashamed to say that I will break and maybe exceed 200 by time the year is out. My friends like to joke that I need to go to Reader Anonymous meetings or pick up a more controllable habit, like drinking, and I am starting to see their point. I can easily read a book in a day and have even finished two a few times. I keep detailed lists of books to buy, books to check out, books read, and upcoming releases. It has literally become another person in my life. Now the reason I feel like I can say this finally is because the urge has started to wane. I have finally been able to start some of my other hobbies again I am glad for the breather.
I have actually started two new projects. The first is paintings incorporating some of my favorite quotes. I figure I can’t go wrong pilfering some genius. The second is mixed media collages of my friends as fairy tale characters. Not gonna lie, it’s pretty awesome.
Here's a preview:
Me and Ryan:

Mike and Tyler:

Kaleena and Stephen:

I still have a few more to do but I am happy with the way they have turned out so far. I tried to include some inside jokes with some of the pictures, like Mike having a sword and Tyler a hose. Hopefully everyone likes them. (Well, at least the few people whose opinion I actually give a damn about.)
So don’t fret imaginary book world, I will be back. And maybe by then I will have learned a little self control. I highly doubt it, but what's life without self delusions?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

(No) Sense and sensibility

Inspiration is a selfish bitch…that’s right, I said it. I am sitting at work trying to think of something worth writing and, of course, am drawing a complete blank. Figures the only time I get rare glimpses of brilliancy is when I am trying to sleep or am in the middle of some other mundane but necessary task like vacuuming.

All I can think about is this website I visited today. It is a blog written by a freggin amazingly talented woman named Heather Armstrong. She had posted an entry about two women who had near death experiences that ultimately resulted in abortion and their take on why McCain is wrong to dismiss all abortions.

I don’t think it needs to be said that people FREAKED that liberal baby killing propaganda was being shoved down their throats. One comment in particular really bugged me...

“How very "courageous" of you to dive into politics at the risk of alienating about 39% of your readership. You saved me from tuning in on other facets of the liberal media…I think you are a uniquely talented and creative writer--but I'd rather not hear about your politics.”

Does anyone else want to claw someone’s eyes out?

I guess it just comes down to whether you agree with freedom of speech or you don’t (and if you don’t believe in it for the people you disagree with, then you don’t believe in it at all). I have never understood why people make the choice to go to someone’s personal website and then bitch about their offended sensibilities.

Anyone can comment about politics. And yes, even though it is annoying as all hell when someone like Paris Hilton tries to bring up political points, the repercussions of not allowing her that right would be too devastating for all of us to change things.

So here is fair warning to anyone who might need it: I don’t give a crap if you don’t want to hear what I have to say because I am going to say it anyways. (Just ask my mother.)

But don’t worry, I may have the freedom to clog the internet up with random rants and bullshit, but you also have the freedom not to read it.