Thanks to Manuel’s blog, I’ve been thinking about the places (literal and metaphorical) that I have been.
When I first starting blogging, it was to keep my mind and fingers busy while I honed my writing to a sharp edge. That and it was cheap therapy as I was pretty tormented emotionally at the time. And lonely. Trapped in my own self and house. I had lots of baggage to get rid of, or at least hope try to lose. But I ended up dealing with it, and I’m at peace. Pretty much
After finding a few *new* friends online, I moved from blog site to blog site, stopping at Wordpress which I loved. Up until …a co worker ratted me out for blogging, since my company doesn’t like employees blogging. (That’s the second time someone has done that, by the way. Both times were during periods of employment unrest, I might add.)
With all due apologies to the folks at Tumblr… I really do not like tumblr. I find that interface is hard to navigate, making it not very user friendly. Well, ok, not user friendly to me. I’m sure many people do love Tumblr.
I think that’s why I haven’t been posting lately. I wish I could go back to my blog! The one that I want to use. Wordpress, I miss you.
Letters
Dear Fellow WoW players,
I really don’t appreciate it when the word “rape” is bandied about as a way to describe dominating someone in a duel or battleground. It is NOT a cool word and I feel that it is highly inappropriate.
Love,
Rebel
*****
Dear Kardashians,
Please go away. You are bad role models to young girls. (Although I believe that parents should be the only role models.) Unless you are donating a large chunk of change to various charities, you are of little use to society.
P.S. Please stop breeding.
Love,
Rebel
*****
Dear Herman Cain,
Please give it up before you toss more of your campaign money down the drain.
All five women that are accusing you of sexual misconduct can’t all be lying. Give it a break and call it a day.
Love,
Rebel
Twice In A week? Wow.
Life has a way of rewarding you when you least expect it. It’s harder for me to write while I’m content. I’m stirred to write by passion, and I’ve been utterly content. Not that I’m bragging but I feel like such a limp noodle when it comes to putting fingers to keyboard, like the ‘umph’ has gone out.
Now I am a happy woman and I don’t get my inspiration from a well of depression. It’s hard to learn to draw it from a more content place. Well, at least from me. But apparently, I’ll need to. I like writing. Here’s an idea: maybe I’ll just try to read the news and find something to talk about:
Poor Joe Frazier, sorry he didn’t beat the fight with cancer. Rest in Peace. I’m not into boxing, but I don’t like anyone suffering from cancer.
Dr. Conrad Murray is an unethical doctor. He really might have been able to save MJ, even if he had to call in a 5150 (which means an involuntary psychiatric hold due to danger to self or others). Sure, he would have lost a lot of money by being fired, but a life might have been saved. But no….he turned chicken poop, and hid all the medical evidence he could. For shame.
So yeah, he is entitled to a few years in prison and (I HOPE) losing his damn license. Regardless of who he had taken care of, I’d still feel that he needed to do some time and lose his authority to practice medicine. I don’t suffer fools lightly, and he was a class A fool.
I’m going to work on blogging more. I think. I miss it.
My Husband
I like being married to the sweetest and loving man on Earth. He’s perfect for me, a perfect fit. I don’t have to say anything, and he knows exactly when I have some trouble on my mind. He just knows. Probably because he’s paid so much attention to me that he recognizes by my facial expressions when I’m in a particular mood.
Mostly, I love the fact he is the one man I can call my best friend, my number one supporter, and my confidante. His sense of humor makes me giggle all the time. He uplifts me. He loves me unconditionally, and most of all…works his ass off to make our live together better. He makes me feel safe and welcome. He gives hugs as I want them, and doesn’t deny me any affection.
We work TOGETHER. We laugh and live together. We agree on almost everything, and what we don’t agree on, we can amiably let the other have their own opinion. Without trying to coerce the other. We respect each other. We have a good relationship not only based on love, but a solid and true friendship.
In him, I see a future. A good one where the both of us can be finally happy.
I love my husband of almost a week. :)
Now, time to go hug him.
The Punisher on TV
Fox has decided to produce a pilot for a Punisher TV show, basing it on the character taking on the vigilante title of Punisher. The whole premise (of the pilot anyway) seems to revolve around the titular character being a cop by day and vigilante by night. Dexter with a gun, is how I think of it.
There’s not a lot mentioned about the plot and the general feel of the show other than that. No mention if it’s going to be Frank Castle that is the Punisher, or someone else like Lynn Michaels who was a female cop who did take on the role of the Punisher while Frank was indisposed. (If I’m wrong about that, someone please correct me.)
I like the idea of the Punisher being an alter ego, instead of what remains after a personal tragedy. The Punisher character in and of itself is pretty nihilistic, which appeals to, shall I say , a discriminating section of society. This new incarnation of Frank Castle…might make him more palatable to a wider range of people and thus renewing interest in the character. If people like Dexter, why not the Punisher? Maybe taking away some of the anti-social rust off of Frank will help make him more relatable to today’s television viewers.
I don’t see this as a bad thing for the character…as long as it is written well. It is, rather, a re-imagining of a 70’s era character. I’m definitely willing to give the pilot a chance to impress me. Or disappoint me. The point is, that I am not going to poo-poo it until more information is given to me.
Mwah ha ha ha ha….
I throughly enjoy introducing my fiance to the finer movies in life. Like Lady Hawke. And Moulin Rouge. (He’s not too fond of that, heh.) I’ve also brought Nightmare On Elm Street into his life for the first time.
I know. It seems weird that anyone hasn’t seen Elm Street since Freddy Krueger is so iconic. He’s one of the most recognizable villains of movie history. But it was fun seeing his reactions to what was happening; his laughs and his “Ewww. Groossss.” comments made the movie exciting and new to me. I don’t think he’s been too into horror movies…but I believe that I’m dragging him into the genre. :) Finally. Someone to watch scary flicks with on cold, long nights.
Yeah, it makes me feel old knowing that he hasn’t seen these movies and I have. But hey, that’s an eight year age span for ya.
Now….to introduce him to Labyrinth…after Halloween.
The Trouble With Netflix….
The economy is tough, with rising prices and rising anger toward that which ordinary people cannot change. Higher grocery and gas prices….high unemployment in some areas—-all are contributing to an increasing resentment not only for our government, but also at corporate America.
There are many prices that Americans, in general, are helpless to prevent. The costs of entertainment, however, is something that can be managed. Hence all the anger directed at Netflix for the price hike; I think a lot of it is misdirected frustration. I think 6 bucks more a month for DVD’s and unlimited streaming is unreasonable to ask, myself. The way to keep customers is to provide good quality at a good (for them) price.
It wasn’t the price hike, though, that encouraged me to downgrade my Netflix account. It was the dumb ass decision to split the streaming and DVD parts of Netflix up. Sorry. Dont’ want to navigate two websites. Nope. Not going to do it. My life is complicated enough.
Even at 7.99 a month for the streaming….is sort of hefty because of the ever fluctuating library. I’m not happy with what I see, for the most part. They’re all B movies that I could easily see on cable. The only thing Netflix has going with those movies is the lack of commericals. I hope they increase that inventory of awful movies pronto, or Netflix will be losing me in a month or two.
I’m here
I get sad sometimes. I fear. I feel. You know, be human.
I be all that I can be everyday of my life. I share what I feel to the best of my ability, which isn’t always easy, but I do it. I do it for Kevin Love, who inspires me to live my life wide open. It can be personally challenging, but I do it because I no longer want to live my life in a shell.
It’s been that way for too long.
Sometimes I get scared about losing the best thing in my life (love) and I lose my way. I won’t. Must have faith, get some sleep, and kick the butt of my challenges first. I.E make the doubts in my mind vanish. Kev is helping.
I guess I need to limit the time I spend with certain relatives. I love them, they love me, but ….that doesn’t mean we’re on the same page as to how I should spend my life and time. Or interests. Some people don’t understand that I’m into geeky things. That’s ok. I’m highly individualistic.
I overthink and I fear, get locked up in that fear. It’s not fun. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I regress, but I do withdraw a little bit until I feel comfortable sharing what’s on my mind. Which doesn’t take long. I reckon I’m just shy of losing. I’ve lost enough for one life.
Yeah, enough sorrow. Time for loving, and time for peace.
It Kinda Sucks..
It’s not easy being a female Frank Castle fan….and writing fan fiction. I’ve got told a few times that I shouldn’t be writing him because I am a woman. (I reported those reviews and had them removed.) Hell, I’ve even been yelled at for writing in his PSTD—even though he clearly has it in the Ennis version.
But the lingering subtext remains; a woman isn’t ‘equipped’ to deal with a masculine character and is therefore unable to write violent scenes. That is a latent kind of sexism that disturbs me. I can write very well, I am good at painting scenes in my readers’ minds using only my words. And to be told by a probable troll that I should not tell any stories with Frank because I happen to have lady bits…well, it bothers me. Not the actual words so much as the unspoken context that somehow I lack the ‘masculinity required to portray him in the brainless light that too many people see him in.
Ugh. I’m of the age where words don’t bother me as much as ideas and concepts do. I look for intent, more than the clumsy putting together of words, because not everyone is an eloquent and articulate person. And there are a lot of people in the world without anything better to do than to put down others for fun and sport.
Really. Get a life. Stop wasting your life on trying to make me feel bad about what I write. And don’t tell me that being a woman means I’m weak or somehow inferior.
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