I have issues
I have issues. Lots of them. In the forefront of my issues is people. I don’t generally like people. Not liking people is not always what one would call “an issue”, but I happen to also be damned lonely. I don’t actually want to hate people.
I have an idea. Throughout the month of July I will meet people, talk to them at random, introduce myself at every opportunity. I’m going to make a concerted effort to rejoin the human race.
The problem is that I’m prejudiced. I’m not racist. I could give a fuck about race or ethnicity, but I do prejudge people. I see their clothes, their behavior, hear their language, and think, “I’d rather hit that person with a baseball bat than talk to them.” That’s a pretty shitty attitude towards folks.
Communication
I’m not married. Even when I was married, I wasn’t really married.
I do watch a lot of movies and TV shows. Generally most of their problems can be solved via communication. Is this lack of communication just faked for the effect or do couples actually operate this way ?
Example: 40 year old couple, married for 15-20 years, one teenager one almost teen, woman gets knocked up ….. is each honest about what they want ? Do you tell the partner what you think they want to hear, or do you tell them what you feel ?
What secrets do you keep ? When you were just married, what secrets did you keep ?
A Very Productive Day….
Yes, I know. This blog isn’t about me. However, there are times when Life deals a sorry hand, and one is forced to acknowledge that one is just a cog in the machine…a tiny, itty bitty thread in the web Fate weaves. Take today, for example. My mornings are usually pretty standard: I get up, get Hubby his tea, feed the dog, get the kids going, play taxi, after which I sit down at the laptop and scour the web for news, and visit my favorite blogs, commenting along the way. Sometimes I even do housework! THIS was one of those days. I set out with the best of intentions, y’all. I really, REALLY did. I did two loads of laundry, cleaned a bit, and then this afternoon decided to go all domestic and bake bread. This is what transpired:
I came back from checking the mail, thinking, “Mmmm…baking bread sounds GOOOOD!!”
I start measuring everything out. I clean out the bread machine (ok, not very domestic of me, but shit…baking bread takes FOREVER).
The doohickey, AKA mixing blade is missing. I set down the measuring cups with the water and the oil, and start looking around for it, because I JUST SAW IT YESTERDAY!!
I look around the bread machine, and hit the cup with water, sploshing it everywhere on the counter. SHIT!
I frantically get a dry towel, and start to swipe in huge swaths, hitting the cup with the oil. In my haste to catch the two tablespoons of oil, I hit the oil bottle, which was not capped. Needless to say, this resulted in oil sploshing onto the floor, more than two tablespoons’ worth.
I race to get yet another dishtowel, forgetting for a brief nanosecond THE OIL ON THE FLOOR.
My foot slips, and I land on my derriere. By this time, expletives were flying like flour around the kitchen. The dog gets up from her sunny spot and ambles into the kitchen, with a “WTF is going on??” look on her face. I don’t need my dog to question me right now, especially since she tends to eat dirt, hairballs, and trash.
I get up, run to the laundry room, and strip. I take the clothing soaked in oil and douse it in SHOUT!, praying the oil doesn’t set. I return to clean the mess on the floor, only to find the dog licking the oil. She’s a dumbass.
I gather her by her collar, and lock her up in her kennel, until I finally clean up the floor. Only then do I realize I am still in a state of deshabille. I get dressed, and being the conventional gal that I am, I continue to measure more water and oil, and commence baking a loaf of bread, only to realize I HAVEN’T FOUND THE DOOHICKEY YET!! GAH!!!
Calming down, I ask myself, “If I were this doohickey, where would I be?” And lo, and behold, I find it in one of the little baskets I use to stash the little crap that accumulates around the counters. Thanks be to GOD!! If I had not found it, I would have eaten flour. I was that desperate to have fresh bread.
Stay tuned for tomorrow, when I attempt to make homemade biscuits….
/sbin/shutdown -h now
Time for me to unplug for a while.
How Do You…
How do you explain God to someone who doesn’t believe ?
I must admit that I lean towards the agnostic, but atheists bother me more than the devout. If the Christian Bible is correct, then the devout has the advantage over the atheists, but if the Bible is wrong, then both are equal. Heh. Obviously, the devout hold the advantage.
This is why I don’t get the ANTI-God. And I type it that way cause that’s the way the non-believers tend to put it. They try like hell to couch it in “LOGIC”, but logic really dictates that you take no position at all. There simply is no way to know. This is why atheists are nuts and Christians are iffy. Atheists are taking a position based on absolutely nothing. NOTHING. There is no science, no theory, no suggestion that God does not exist. At least Christians are open minded.
I try always to have faith. I really do. The logical brain I was given dictates a need for evidence, but apparently faith is a requirement. Faith without evidence is hard for me. I like to think that there is some reason, some point to life. That we’re not just some accident. Mostly, I hope/pray that there is an afterlife. Death scares the shit out of me. I’m mostly fearless. I don’t scare easy, and I’ve risked my life often when I thought something needed doing. The thought of no longer existing scares the hell out of me and almost nothing scares me.
I have a hard time believing that I’m just some sort of happy accident. It seems odd to me that the very people that scoff at the lottery think that “we” “just happened”.
There’s the “money quote” btw. Atheists, or the “educated” laugh at the state lottery as “a tax for people that are bad at math”, yet think humanity “just happened”. Here’s the kicker …. folks win the lottery. Yep the odds are against any one person from winning, but the odds are just as for someone winning. The Left misses this as well as they miss God.
My understanding is that as long as I accept Jesus as having taken punishment for my sins that I am good/am golden/may as well be Jewish (Jews being the chosen people getting to opt out of the Jesus exception).
I’ve never been much of a church-going type, but I watched Passion of the Christ at the theater on the big screen …. I rate that as disturbing as watching Blackhawk Down at the theater on the big screen (which I did). I think the intent of both films was the same. To allow (as much as is possible) the viewer to witness the events portrayed. But what do you take from that? What are you supposed to take from it?
Where I’ve Been…
I’m sure there’s at least one or two of you that’s noticed my absence. I’m sure LC Aggie Sith is one of them. Well, a long long time ago I started a project. I decided to write a video game all by my lonesome. This proved to be quite the task but I felt my programming skills were up to the challenge. Which, for the most part, they are. Unfortunately, I suck at making art for a game (or art in general). And artists would rather starve than work cheap. So I eventually shelved the idea.
I started back up again.
I decided that I’d use whatever art I could scrounge from the internet in an effort to get the game completed. I hope that once the game is done that I may be in a better position to lure artists into cutting me a deal. The downside of such a tactic is that I cannot release the game even after it is finished until I replace all of the art.
So, explanation done …. screenshots after the jump …
(more…)
No more Marlon Brando
To date, I’ve used a picture of Marlon Brando as my gravatar. Well, no more. I decided to use an image of myself as my gravatar. I admit, that my mustache is in a transitional period (growing back after a short trim due to a trimming fuck up), but fuck it.
Any other opinions you can kindly keep to yourself.
SnarkyBasterd ain’t the only one that can fuck up a website
Sorry, for the outage. I’d not been paying close enough attention to maintenance tasks.
Comfortable clothes
At risk of giving a little bit of my personal life away …
Anyone who wears BDUs knows that they’re kind of like blue jeans. They’re stiff and scratchy when they’re new but the older they are the more comfortable they become. Sadly, today I had to retire my favorite pair of BDU trousers.
*moment of silence*
I hate breaking in new pants, but damn, they do look sharp when brand new.
New Pipe
Recently I purchased a new pipe. This is a “premium” pipe from a respected pipe maker.
This is a $75 pipe. Now, the problem is … it’s kinda tough to pack tobacco and light afire a $75 pipe. I’ve not actually smoked this yet. I have not decided what sort of tobacco I want to introduce to this work of fucking art.
Loading ...
