I find myself firmly planted in a place called home and I feel completely lost... yet again... Against my better judgment, I am spending money I do not have, on a Passport, in order that I may go on a trip I cannot afford, to a destination I know not where.
There seems to be an entire generation of females lamenting the fact that there were and are no positive role models for girls. Sorry, but I got mine from 10 cent comic books and books I read. In looking back, Wonder Woman and Mlle Marie were the two that stand out from my childhood. It is rather funny that in the past I did not think that I actually had any role models. I did not even realize until now, in my 50th year, that these comic book characters were pretty much it. As a teenager, of the sci-fi/fantasy books I read, it is the ones with female characters as the protagonist that made the most impact. The other funny thing? I didn't want to look like them or emulate them. It was the content of their character.
I discovered late yesterday that although I had been doing Sudoku puzzles - "evil" - almost every day for at least four or five years, I had no clue... whatsoever... how to do them anymore... at all... and it has only been just over two months now that I stopped.
I had it wrong. I am going to have a MPI, not MBI. Myocardial Perfusion Imaging is what it is. I hadn't looked at the full name on the sheet. Radioactive dye for the third time in eighteen years. I just realized that now. Interesting tidbit.
I had walked back into my bedroom and saw him on the bed. I am not sure where he had come from nor where he was going, but I take it that he had not received the memo. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and looked around for something with which to usher him out of the room. There did not seem to be anything handy, so I picked up a small decorative footed bowl which I hoped would be sufficient. Well... he went in willingly, however I got less than halfway down the hallway and he escaped, to I know not where.
It has been clearly stated... you can be in the house trusting that you fulfill your duties, however you cannot be anywhere near or on my bed, Mr. Spider.
So much for my attempt to restart blogging on a regular basis. My laptop, showing significant signs of its own downward spiral, finally completely gave out. Hence, not much interest in typing blogposts on the backup tablet. Even though I have a bluetooth keyboard, it just doesn't feel quite right, to me as a typist. (Although I am getting more used to it as I spend more time with the small layout.)
And on a similar and hilarious note, after the laptop died, later that day I figured that I might as well rely on the old technology that I still had available... my old Toshiba VCR which I have probably had for over ten years. Enjoying Silverado (man Kevin Costner was young), and the great ensemble cast, when suddenly there was static and the machine shut off by itself. I checked everything out and found that it had eaten part of the tape. I carefully pulled it out, and rewound it on the spool, then foolishly tried unplugging the VCR and trying it again, once with the same tape and one more time with a different one. Wishful thinking I suppose, as the outcome was the same. The prognosis final. The VCR had died, the very same day as the laptop.
March marched in and the hilarity of life ensued. The microwave started making an odd overworked louder whirring sound. The liquid was cold. I tried it a few times. I even foolhardily unplugged and plugged back in. I knew it wouldn't work, but I just had to try it.
All I can say is that all the appliances were bought at the same time, almost fifteen years ago, so I knew this time would come. I just wasn't really expecting time to pass this quickly.
Technically not a "Random thing about me", but whatever. It seems appropriate that Day 7 coincides with me forgetting to post about my 7th Blogiversary, which was on March 7, which just happens to have been 7 days ago. It is hard to believe I am still around here. The past seven years have been perhaps the most worrisome thusfar in my almost half century of life.
(I had the thought of doing this as a list of ten items, but could barely come up with three off the top of my head, so I figured that doing this as a random daily post instead will force me to come up with something as well as to post on a regular basis.)
There should be a "Burn your burkha for Farkhunda" Day.
Burn your hijab, niqab, chador or whatever else the f*** there is... for Farkhunda.
No, I'm not a hater. I have no religious affiliations. I am not an atheist.
Whether it be a hijab, niqab or burkha... burn it... publicly... and stop wearing them. I can guarantee you that there are countries that women just could not do it. Not for fear of death, but because if would BE death. Women who have moved abroad... you had the ability to MOVE abroad in the first place. But it is a sign of modesty, or religious faith you argue? Right... so you cover your head or body as a sign of modesty, yet you wear makeup... eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, you name it... To that I say... I am one hundred percent certain that she was more faithful to her religion than you OR the men (and I use that term loosely) who stoned, stomped, murdered and burned her.
Yes, I'm a little late to this party, and I've been thinking about it for a while. What to say, whether or not I should say anything. But you know what? The thing is I... me... little old me... I CAN say something from this little corner of the internet.
Disclaimer: There is a hint of sarcasm to this post. It is directed to women in "westernized" nations. Please don't if your life is truly at risk.
What the hell is the world coming to. Seriously. I actually entertained the idea of joining Twitter, for the sole purpose of giving advice to the Trump Administration. Which is worse, that the President of the United States AND his Press Secretary are on Twitter, or that I actually considered it?
I may feel or look like this, but without the beer.
Always liked this song by Incubus. "I Miss You"
HAVE I GONE TOTALLY DAFT and SAPPY? Nope. I found this video on YouTube and it made me smile. i.e. "If I promise not to kill you, can I have a hug?"
Need a smile?
I have had the Minions "Banana" clip here for a few years, but lately it has switched to "Autoplay", when the blog is loading, but I don't see it in the embed code, so I've just removed it today. Dec 11, 2016