The Morning After pill And it was written that on the morning following the day of Thanks that retailers across the nation shall open their stores at ungodly hours of the morning and offer 'deep discounts' for consumer consumption. If you the consumer wish to sleep in on this prosperous day, to nurse your hangover or over-stuffed belly, you will miss out on the freebies and double discounting, you will miss out on circling the parking lot for hours trying in vane to find the closest parking spot to the door, you will miss standing in lines so long you'll have nothing better to do then to spend another $100 picking up "impulse" items place that where strategically placed by the registers for your convience. You will miss out on the hottest toys and technical gadgets that were requested by your loved ones and will have to suffice with a raincheck and only the smallest assurance that it "might", ''maybe'', ''who's to say'' be in before christmas (cross your fingers, and say 10 Hail Mary's).

If you had to work on this day, I'm sorry that you missed out on the joys that I stated above. But as a salesperson you had the complete joy of helping every one of the crazy SOB's that awoke @ 4 am to receive the freebies and great "Ma, we can't pass that up" deals. You also starved and became dehydrated because they was no way in hell that you could get yourself lunch or any form of liquid in the time alotted for your break because the Food Court lines were hideously long. If you did work today the time flew and before you knew it, it was time to go home so that you could eat your leftovers and passout, just so you can do it all over again the next day, but, with the added joys of returns thrown into the mix, woooohoooooo.

So it was written, so it shall be done! Take two asprin and call your therapist in the morning, not like you could really afford a therapist on retail wages, if that is case I suggest taking the two asprins with the alcoholic beverage of your choice which you would be wise to consume the aforementioned beverage until you obliviously go *splat* face first into slumberland. Happy Holidays! :D

Eat once, then destroy Thanksgiving, the holiday in which we celebrate our coming to the New World and the submission of the "heathen natives". A charming concept that we've turned into an annual event of gluttenous behaviour. We make a Turkey and large volumes of food to share with friends and family. For some, it's the time of year to antagonize family members you may have a grudge against, for say, pinching you when you were 10 and now your a sad pathetic wretch because of this far gone episode and must have familial witnesses for your revenge. For others it's a day to kick back and relax, watch the tube and eat till you explode. Some people travel miles to experience the family meal, and the coziness of "HOME". For me, I enjoy the whole of the day, spending time with family, torturing my sister, playing with the nieces and nephew, tis good fun. The worst part of Thanksgiving is the fact I have to be up at 5 am the next day to deal with the shopping fools with little pieces of paper in hand and demanding you wait on them hand and foot; "Can you help me? I don't have time to look or think for myself." I whince and respond..."It's what I live for". Happy Thanksgiving! ;)

Return Policy If you are unhappy with your purchase you may return the product in the same condition you bought it with your original receipt, if you paid with a credit or debit card, don't expect cash back, we will credit the card you USED not the card that needs a payment. If you paid by check, don't expect cash back until it clears, usually 5-7 days, that's just good business, so don't crawl up my ass because your overdrawn. All returns for cash must be made within 30 days of purchase, after 30 days, you own it, if you found time to buy the thing, you sure as fuck can make time to return it in a timely manner. If you can't make the time, it's yours...try to make a better decision next time, know your mind. If you have lost the receipt or the product was a gift, exchanges or credit will be given, ONLY exchanges or credit, both of which are not exchangable for cash, ever. All tantrums and hissyfits will get you an escort out of the store courtesy of Mall Security, if weapons are involved, I will guaranty my employee's will get postal on your ass and do expect a police escort, we aim to please;). Attempts at trying to get staff fired because of refusual of cash with no receipt will be laughed off by the President and CEO of the company, along with a complimentary gift certificate to our store. We hope you enjoyed shopping in our establishment, Thank you for your patronage and please visit us again when your in your right mind.

What light through yonder window breaks, honestly I couldn't tell yah as it's foggier then hell here I can guaranty you it's not freaking Juliet, but one could assume that "what light" is the sun. I love Autumn & winter, I miss frolickling in the daylight though (like I frolick, heh).....you wake up it's dark....you go to work......the yellow orb makes its appearance whilst your inside working and when your ready to go home it's dark again. Our bodies do adjust to the loss of daylight..well unless of course you are diagnosed as having that seasonal mood disorder thingy (imho, another fabricated dysfunction courtesy of the medical money mongers)...I understand that antidepressants work well for this or those funky simulated sun lamps that you sit in front of for an hour or two while you meditate in your 'happy, sunny, warm place'. In all actuality I don't mind the shorter days that much......the winter nightskies are so gorgeous, and I love having candles lit and the fireplace roaring, I do this every night...relax and read. And sometimes 'what light' is the stunning winter moon, is there anything more pretty than christmas lights twinkling under a full moon, I think not. Now, I'm not a big fan of the cold weather that comes this time of year, your lips get chapped, and what appears to be loverly rosey cheeks is nothing more then frostbite. Romantising frostbite, LOL, what we do for lack of sunlight! Anyhoo, what light through yonder window breaks....is the sun, if only briefly in the winter, well at least here in the Great Northwest. So, for lack of anything short of death we adjust to the short days and anticipate the return of spring, where of course a new new burst of romantising starts..blech....er um...whoopie!

Soiree of the Chat kind In the beginning there was Chat, and Chat was good, but not good enough, so to add variation to the theme, chatters started to meet in public arenas. The thing is, instead of drinking alone and chatting online, your in public and your drinking with these people, some of which are better off never to have be seen in public. Your first impression of people is the strongest so you'd think that people would make an extra effort to be appealing, this is not the case for chatters. They show up and they are nothing like you thought they be, some are scary, some are charming, some are normal, a handful are attractive, one or two extremely gorgeous, and some resemble Oompa Loompa's, an odd mix of people you know you wouldn't normally associate with, but still we attend these functions as a source of entertainment.

I like to get there, find a table with a good vantage point, get my drink, and let them come to me and introduce themselves why should I make more of effort than when I'm at home...yanno. I usually just banter with my friends and watch the people slowly start to get more friendly with each other. The trolling begins when a few drinks have been consumed, you mingle, have another beverage, mingle more in anticipation of coveting sexual chemisty if your so lucky, drink more, the band starts to play, more alcohol has been consumed, next thing you know your moshing on chicks (not that there's anything wrong with that..heh ;) )and dancing dirty with anyone or anything...tis strange, very strange. I enjoy this part of the evening, an anonymous lubricious adventure. I normally don't like to attend these funky soiree's, I like to hang with a certain caliber of person, I'm not a snob necessarily, it's just good have a healthy standard of hygiene and I require these people to have high functioning minds, I'm a big fan of the brain and make this non-negotiable if I am to be in your presence, otherwise, talk to the hand..snarf.

The day after, the dreaded day after......the pictures start to appear online for the world to see and judge...LOL...this is the most regretful part of attending chat parties. It's evidence of your attendance, it's evidence of the vulgarities that occur, it's evidence of what and who you rubbed all over...ack! Usually I see a pic or two and swear off future gatherings of chatters and avoid appearances in the chat room...LOL...it's just too damn scary. But, all in all, it's terrific to get out and dance like you don't give a shit, it's good to make that smiling thing on your face, it's good to laugh with people and in some cases laugh at their sorry asses. Chat parties should'nt be a regular source of entertaiment as familiarity breeds contempt, but they are fun on occasion, rare occasions, ok, you have to be slightly out of your mind, but I am so there ya have it. ;)

Break Glass in the event of an emergency There are times when it can become necessary to take dramatic measures to make your point. Sometimes just raising your voice can work, having the facts is helpful and visual presentations have been known to work. I've found that during the heat of a debate, one should keep alcoholic beverages to a minimum, you lose tatical ground and usually end up becoming physically aggressive. * Slap * If you do choose to sip martini's and argue facts, make sure your partner is doing so as well, this could end any tweaked-out nonsensical debate easily, either you end up being great friends or each others nemesis for life. Shit happens ;) In any case, throwing things can be an effective in getting your point across, I usually throw books, when I'm particularly peeved at someone I imagine chunking a nice new release towards their awaiting, ignorant foreheads. Usually just the threat of a papercut sends shivers down the spines of the most worthy oppenent but, if you piss me off...prepare yourself for the wrath of Stephen King's latest publication to become lodged into your greasy forhead. Good Fun and a healthy tension reliever!! I don't recommend this method for all in need of getting their point across, you could end up with a nasty reputation or a police record (I've avoided all, so far ;) ). In closing, I do know if you rely on your strengths and know your facts triumph is yours. Celebrate your win with a glass of the finest champagne, dance a victory jig, then chuck that glass against the wall...wooohoooooooooo!

Stealthtopia I have an employee that enters the store just before his shift, we never see him enter mind you, we just hear the back door bell a couple of times and he appears at the cashwrap ready for his assignment. You could be standing at the front of the store and never see this happen. Stealthtopia: a creepy condition that enables you to render yourself completely invisible until your wanting to be seen. Now, people that have this ability are just plain freaky, they can scare the living shit out of you just by saying hello, because you knew you were alone doing whatever, then BAM! the stealther has invaded your space. These people I would deem passive/aggressive to the nth degree. Most of us are more are to some degree, but for these people it's an art form. These are the people that get angry when you don't see them immediately and wait on them hand and foot. All you did was look down for a second and BAM, is there anybody working here????, you stand right in front of there faces and reply: Um yes mam, I work here, how may I help your freaky ass? Then they chill, we share a laugh, and we commence with the commerce. These are the people that get the parking spot you've just waited 10 minutes for. Stealtopians are usually on the defensive, because they know they have this creepy ability and can't control their powers of stealthness but do know it's a strong tactical tool. It's good to stay on this side of caution when frightened by one in public arena's one could risk losing an eye. There are two types of Stealthtopians: The person who can literaly transform their time/space chakra (or whatever they call it) for the upper edge on all situations and then there are the other kind, these are the kind that you never see until they open their stupid mouths and spew inanaties, once their mouths are shut, you don't see them again. I like that latter because your in control of the stealthness to a degree. If there is anyway to rid yourself of these pest like anomolies (short of agoraphobia) I would suggest you do just that. Flyswaters don't work but cattle prods have been known to be effective.

X+BOX=Y? Thanks to the sexual revolution, thanks to the suffragette's, thanks to Mary Tyler Moore and her cohort Rhoda, thanks to Gloria Stienem and the womans movement. I thank them for giving me my independance, my sexual freedom and my impending insanity...thanks! As a blossoming Gen X'er growing up in the 70's, society was still getting used to women being on the dreaded Pill and exploring their sexual options and families were getting used to the phrase "extended families". Divorce was rampant and women had to work to support themselve and the brood. Veitnam was still an angry issue. The music changed, the Beatles broke up and Areosmith and Zepplin was our background music. The Saturday morning cartoons were no longer just the futher adventure of Gumby & Pokey, but a technicolor array of freakiness: Kaptain Kool & the Kongs, Siegmund the Sea Monster, the Bugaloo's, H.R. Puffinstuff and his nemesis Witchy Poo, these show's helped in shaping our personalities. So by the time the Gen X'ers hit their adulthood all the reform of the 70's left us with Punk music battling the New Wavers, we got MTV (they played music videos back then), the freaky Saturday morning cartoons fell way to warm happy Smurfs, Strawberry Shortcake, the Transformers. The carefree sex of the prior decade brought us the Aids Epidemic, the rubber became our choice for contraception, so much for the pill..pppft. Madonna shoved her sexuality in our faces and we loved it. Our hair got higher and higher, the music louder and louder. The "MAN" surfaced and found a way to make big money and get a charity tax write off with Music festivals, Live Aid and Farm Aid where a staple on the concert scene...basically pay for a ticket to see Led Zepplin back together again then give a donation to feed the damn world! We lived large in the 80's and partied and consumed "things" that were no longer of a organic nature. The hangover of the 80's led us to the 90's and another music revolution, Nirvana bloomed and chick's were no longer a novelty to the music industry. We got a taste of WAR courtesy of George Bush and we got to watch it live on T.V.! That gave way to our first democratic President in 12 years. Bill Clinton, god bless the man......LOL......technology grew, the stock market soared, cigar sales were up and the Power Rangers were a Saturday morning staple. Cobain killed himself and Nirvana was his, forever. Trench Coat wearing loners shot up their schools and the students. We flailed about made money and Lollapalooza'd ourselves, everyone was a rock star and the drugs got more un-organic, we raved, and we all got computers and cyber literate. Then the sky fell, more children dying at the hands of children, the millenium was coming to an end, our computers and all of life was to stand still. Well, that didn't happen, but we do love the drama, whatever is newsworthy, yanno. It's 2002, we survived the reglious zealots screaming Armeggedon, but we lost our sense of security when Al Queda took down the World Center September 11th, 2001. Cobains private journal have been published and we can all share in his personal hell, thanks Courtney you crazy soul sucking bitch! xoxo! The likelihood of war looms on the horizon thanks to the spawn of Bush, Dubya...got love the Cowboy, the fucker is crazy in my opinon, but all the same entertaining. I'm sure watching the new war live on the telly will be a ratings winner, that is if we turn off the Playstations, Xbox's, Nintendo's, and DVD's long enough to watch the prime time war. The market has gone tit's up and the economy is beyond sluggish, hell it's past sluggish and coming up on flat lining soon. The new 'Punk' music plays on the radio and a white rapper (made by a black man) is ruling the charts. We are all wired now, pagers and cell phone are standard, and the saturday morning cartoons are all politically correct and educational. Hours are spent surfing the net and that ever ellusive thing called Sex can now found easily in cyber forums ( that solves the whole rubber issue not to mention the commitment issue!) Time flies while your body and mind is trying to grasp all the changes, the future is now and the background music is diverse. All this change that can't be stopped all this wanting to improve all aspects of society...it's too much at times but thanks still goes out to the people who shaped what we have become, I think, hmmm, basically what I'm trying to say here is that I'm horny.

Happy "We are great fools. "He has spent his life in idleness," we say; " I have done nothing today." What, have you not lived? That is not only the fundamental but the most illustrious of your occupations. "If I had been placed in a position to manage great affairs, I would have shown what I could do." Have you been able to think out and manage your own life? You have done the greatest task of all. To show and exploit her resources Nature has no need of fortune; she shows herself equally on all levels and behind a curtain as well as without one. To compose our character is our duty, not to compose books, and to win, not battles and provinces, but order and tranquility in our conduct. Our great and glorious masterpiece is to live appropriately. All other things, ruling, hording, building, are only little appendages and props, at most.

It is an absolute perfection and virtually divine to know to know how to enjoy our being lawfully. We seek other conditions because we do not understand the use of our own, and go outside of ourselves because we do not know what it is like inside. Yet there is no use ourmounting on stilts, for on stilts we must still walk on our own legs. And on the loftiest throne in the world we are still sitting on our own behind."-Michel de Montaigne B. 1533

This passage comes from the current book I'm reading A History of Knowledge. The Renaissance chapter is fascinating only in what it represents: Rebirth. Everyday we wish we could be someone different, do something different, we are the masters of ours destinies blah, blah, blah.....but even the greatest of Renaissance men Da Vinci being one, wanted to learn as much as they could, In knowing a little about everything one could philosophise and debate accordingly. Do one thing and Do it well they say, that is the road to success. Do many things in an obsessive manner and you'll loose your palm pilot me thinks. Renaissance men were easily distracted by new topics, hence leaving the past project unfinished. Only a handful walked away with the 'genius' moniker. Maybe because they took the time to know themselves to the best of their abilities and not over analyze it, they just figured it out and moved on to the next topic. An impressive task indeed. I on the other hand have used many excuses, wasted days away just thinking about useless shit. I'm not sure what has triggered this current surge of productivity, my health, my age.....who's to say. But I do know, that I'm tired of excuses, I'm happiest when I'm creating, and there is nothing wrong with being happy....really...not a damn thing wrong with it. It pisses me off to no end that it took so long to figure that out, which really makes me angry, so now I'm not happy, I'm pissed. It's O.K. to be pissed, own your emotions!! wooohooo!!!!!! Sometimes we just loose sight of what we are meant to learn, and sometimes we learn it and want to learn more and that makes me happy. (whew!) So, the above quote I found to be very profound to a degree, just thought I'd share it with you all. And sharing makes me sooooooooo very happy! ;)

Gray Matter Yes, the massive blob that controls how we work, that lies betwix our ears ( better there than our asses). Tis the gray blob that actually releases a signal to your ass muscles to let loose the stinky air that needs release, eg: fart. Tis the gray blob that reminds us to blink so our eyes don't dry up, it tells you when we are hungry, angry, in love, in lust, insecure, in debt..heh, in the dulldrums, and or inescapably insane. The Brain is a 3lb lumpish mass that regulates our relation to space & time, it's capable of utter destruction and of course reproduction ;). I dig having a functional brain, I want to fill every nook and cranny of it with knowledge and memories. I am not a genius by any means, but I can't tolerate a lazy, closed mind......I just want to pummel the living shit out of those who are content with just getting by on what they learned in school, but of course being of sound mind I relinquish the mere thought..LOL. God damn if people don't blow me away with their inability to want to educate themselves. But if not for the mindless ill contents, what would we find humor in? All I'm saying is that we've got this massive organ waiting to be filled, to be fucked with, to be used, and only a small percentage of the population choose to do this. There have been whole civilizations that made NO progress for hundreds of years.....imagine where we would be had they learned to utilize their brains? I think of 3rd world countries, people living in their own shit and happily complying to the dictator of the day. Ack! It's all so overwhelming really.....had I been born in one of these countries would I be just as content? I seriously think not. Most likely I'd be burned for being a witch or something. Our minds play tricks with us and at times or for just sheer convience our memories escape us. We know how to alter our minds through education, meditation, lsd, alcohol and assorted medications. Gray matter is free will and choice. Gray Blobs unite and build bombs and um...weapons of mass destruction as Dubya reminds us daily. Some people eat brains, that's just nasty, I'm thinking that they believe it's en vogue to gnaw on a left lobe. Hannibal Lector thinks it's very chic to chew a brainmelt sandwich, yummy! I'm here to say, use your brain anyway you want to, saute' the bitch if it makes you happy, just use it to it's full capacity.

God, gwant me the serenity to accept the things that I can't change.......to change the things that I can.........and the god damn wisdumb for once in my god foresaken life to know the fucking difference. My mother had a poster in our living room resembling this remark...hehe. I use to read it and reflect on what it had to say as a child. It was a beautiful poster, a nice golden parchment, and the text was old english, I thought it was really old from the times of Kings and Queens. I was wrong of course, it's a fairly contemporary saying written by Reinhold Niebuhr and embraced by recovering alcoholics everywhere. Thanks to Bill W when a alcoholic can't see past his problems and reaches for a drink, your taught to recite this in your head, it's minute to minute, hour to hour, kind of like a Catholic Preist at a day care, all sweaty and counting the rosary at warp speed. I myself say it right before I go to sleep at night, I'm not into praying to assorted Gods & Dieties, I'm the one in control of my destiny, I just like to recite it as a reminder, a boost when I'm down, an ego stabilizer when I'm full of myself. It's made a difference in my life, sober and drunk these words hold true. It's the smallest and the simplest things that carry us through difficult times, so I suggest that everyone find one small thing and hold on to it.....just becareful that small thing isn't attached to anything or anybody...LOL. ;)

Pedestrian I walk, therefore I am. I don't drive, basically it's for the greater good of all, my family thinks so and my friends who have driven with me think so. On receiving my grade from my driving instructor High School, he recluctantly passed me with a C....saying he'd never been more frightened in his life than when he drove with me. The other students in my car did seem to fear my driving days and one guy just punched me in the hall on the way to my biology class. So I never even attempted the real thing, I figured God just didn't need another catastrophe on the streets. I seem to be fine when I get behind the wheel, then like in some drunken stupor, I black out....well actually I white out, everything is just bright and fuzzy and I just look for a target, a road, street sign, anything that can bring me back to the state of where I am. When I refocus on the matter at hand (driving) I start to look around.........forget the road, wonder what to wear the next day, etc. I'm just not driving material. I'm a very outspoken backseat driver of course, cursing the aggressive drivers, flippin off people that ride your ass, this causes much distress to the person I'm driving with, but christ, at the risk of being on the receiving end of someone elses road rage I must speak my mind. So needless to say I rely on public transportation, friends and family to get around. Mostly I walk, yeah I know this is a forgein concept to the majority, but it's actually quite a wonderful way to get around. I can feel the air on my face, hear the birds chirp and the wind blow. I live in close proximity to my work so really it's not a big deal. On my walk to work, I plan my work day, on the way home I release all the tensions of the day before I get home......that way I don't instantly want to kick the damn cats, because I've walked it away. I love walking in the rain too....some days I'll use an umbrella, others I won't. I love the way it feels on my face and the sound it makes hitting my rain coat, and I really love when those fucking pricks doing 60 in a 30 driving through standing water and drench me..yeah, I love that. I love being almost hit by 1 ton pieces of steel and rubber, whislt the driver talks on the cell phone, I love when cars pull up into the crosswalk areas of major intersections so that I risk walking into traffic on my attempt to cross. Cars have made the world a smaller place, for some cars are part of their Identity or stature in the world. For me cars are...car payments, insurance payments, fix it next week payments, gas payments and potential death machines when operated by guys with mullets. I've never regretted not getting a license, but have considered giving it a go, now that I'm older and wiser..LMFAO. Ok, maybe not....but still there are other ways to get around, I tend to lean towards the more alternative things in life anyways, tis fun to go against the status quo. I'm not up for becoming a recovering pedestrian quite yet, maybe when I'm forty...yeah...forty.......LMFAO. Alrighty, have a super day!

Who R Ewe? I find it amusing how we choose our 'online' names, this should be a name that reflects ones personality, ones passions or intrests. After much consideration I chose the name CupidsKat I tried KatWoman for awhile and was always attacked by the whispers of masterbating men wanting to meet me so they could play upon their little Batman fantasies of dominating the Kat.....that caused me to pause and ponder the effect of a name. LOL...mmmmkay, so I put much thought into what name could represent what and who I am, basically it's a cynical nic.....as I observe in chatrooms and in life......I spend more time watching people fall in and out of love......I watch, they do.....the Kat that watches Cupid do his magic on the masses whilst I lick myself clean? I tried CupidsPsyche for a time, but was constantly challenged by arrogant condescending scholars who couldn't conceive that 1.) I knew of the myth 2.) That I could not be more beautiful than Venus, therein that I could not even remotely match the beauty of Pysche. It was humiliating and frustrating, so I went back to the Kat. Now I thought the Kat part would stick, I'm a cat person by nature, solitary, independant and love to lick..lol...but it's Cupids or Cupie that I am referred by. Cupie, QuePee, Kewpiedoll, QP, this they say, suits me...I'm a Cupie. Even towards the end of my *chat life* heh;) I tried other nic's but the fuckers still called me Cupie. I choose a fat pink font, I've tried others, but the fat pink font is what I am......I am Theresa of the Cupie Clan with the fat pink fontage. Love or hate me it doesn't matter because deep down I'm just a gal named Theresa with a computer for entertainment, but as of late entertainment gives way to enlightenment, education and commerce, these are far better pursuits and more amusing then the pathetic whispers from men who want to meet me immediately and then promptly add this disclaimer: JUST as FRIENDS, nothing serious. My reply is usually: Um, yeah...I'm thinking I'm more than a hole to fuck bub, but thanks for your time and have a super day. ;) Ack, this Cupie is gonna stay outta chat rooms for a long while ;)

Slow and Low, that is the tempo! aka: Sugar Blues & Java Jive Stew So, here's the thing.......when your not hopped up on caffeine & sugar and don't spend endless hours swilling down bottles of wine, chatting in chat rooms, I'm finding you get stuff done! So far I've read a ton of books, organized de library Cupie, I've rearranged all my furniture, painted some tables, sorted through the piles of *stuff*, discarded tons of "I may use, read, give this some day", I've done all the laundry, donated the clothes I don't wear (I'm sure a third world country is blessing me now). I went through all the art supplies and organized them as well, actually still mid project on that one and after I'm done with that, I'll alphabetize or alphabeticalize as my college educated boss might say, my CD collection. I even managed to make some jewerly in the midst of all this. The madness!!! I always say I'm gonna git my shit together and never do, usually it's a distraction of the male persuasion or a party, or sheer laziness, ack. I am damned and determined to change my wicked evil patterns....jesus, humans are one fucked up entity. I really don't want to toss another chunk of moola towards therapy, been there done that. I think I'll just walk with my eyes open, make better choices and keep on this health kick for the remainder of my life. Life is so short and this past week with the passage of my fathers best friend (a crazy fuck with a good heart of course ;) ) I'm reminded of how quickly time passes and how I don't want to keep struggling and being a banana head. If I'm gonna be likened to fruit, I'd wanna be like a pear....varying in taste, texture, color and sweetness...slurp! Alrighty, where'd that come from???? Ok, so I'm still embracing my insanity...woohoo. Worktime, cya!

Early Bird Special? I like waking up early, greeting the day with a grumble, bitch & moan. I appreciate the sunrise, even if it's cloudy, a new day has begun. A day full of potential and if I apply myself I should get a lot done today. I've been reading childrens books this past week: Coraline byNeil Gaiman, he usually writes adult fiction but, he has jumped on the bandwagon of childrens literature as have many contemporary authors. Coraline has been compared to Alice in Wonderland for a new generation, I would agree, but it's more simple in context. There is a door that leads Coraline into a Otherworld, complete with the Other Mother & Other Father, a cat that in the real world communicates with it's eyes and in the Otherworld the cat talks with catty like sarcasim but is Coraline's only ally. It's dark and spooky and just the image of the Other Mothers long dangly fingers, waving medusa like hair and black button eyes is damn creepy. In order for Coraline to find her real parents she has to play a exploring game in which she finds the Other Mother has kidnapped not only her parents but some other young souls. With the cats help Coraline starts to solve the mystery and trippy shit happens all around. In the end Coraline wins of course and learns to be careful what she wishes for more thought should be put into your wishes or they could come true. Egads! The second book I read was Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowlings Another fun adventure with Harry!! This one is a bit darker but as much fun as the first book. All the characters return, and of course Harry learns more, saves the day...etc. I'm looking forward to reading the third installment, that will have to wait as I'm now reading non-fiction again. I just Started "The History of Knowledge: Past, Present & Future" by Charles Van Doren. So far it's amazing......basically he starts with the earliest civilizations and what theylearned and contributed to our existence, now I'm at the religion part..snarf...I look forward to reading more and will fill you in. Now my day must continue, I will do my yoga, create some stuff, read, eat and live. That's um...one of life's little perks.....free will to do what we want to make our lives full. *Doot* ;)

Living Online. What a joy it is to come home, read my email and order a few weeks worth of groceries that will be delivered to my home at a time I choose. I love this concept. It's one of the few things that I love about being online, aside from my spewing and talking to friends and family. I really love the search engine GOOGLE too! Damn if that doesn't kill an hour or 3. I love my delete button, I love my keyboard, I love the funky groaning noise that my computer makes when I turn it on. I do have another computer, it's a newer faster variety, but that's in pieces due to my curious nature..heh..anyhoo, I'll finish putting it back together soon....yeah soon. I use to like chat rooms, I affectionately call them chat wombs the comforting recognition of the regulars, but really it's equivalent to High School with all the same bullshit cliques and rumor mill (eek, and not too mention, shared DNA :-P ), after a few years of chatting with the same people, your aching for a graduation. I love message boards......leaving a glimpse of my insanity on a variety of boards is likened to territorial pissing, good fun! Golly what did we do before computers? I can't even remember....hmmmmmmm...yeah... so megone.com ttfn

Politically Incorrect We are doomed to War, our economy shall go tits up and our streets shall remain a state of chaos....wooooooooohooooooooooooooo, progress is fun!!! I literally wanted to puke all over Tom Brokaw chumming with fucking Rush Limbaugh, jesus Tom you suck ass...chill on the evil guest quota! Yanno, I'm thinking maybe the Networks could somehow be more productive in the election process....possibly a 'reality' based program called Fear Factor: The Government? Or something lame to that effect, it's a freaking farce!!! Mostly I just hope we all survive the impending hell the Replubicans will put us through, maybe they'll offer more unemployment exstentions, that would be super! I mean shit, where's Monica Lewinsky when you need her? Yeah yeah, eating Haggen Das and designing fashionable purses that no one can afford, maybe she's a damn replublican, with all those old tight ass fuckers in the House and Senate you'd think ol' Monica would be packing up and heading for Washington again. Stir it up Monica, git the dirt on the geezers and wear that pretty blue dress. Sodom & Gommorah wasn't that bad...or was it? Woe is moi.

Argh! Why do people play stupid? Really, what drives a person to want to be perceived as a complete fucking idiot? And when we deal with these fools in our lives on a daily basis, how much compassion do we show a person who just doesn't want to fucking use their head? I never thought that common sense or say logic was part of our genetic code, but I've changed my thinking on that. And why would anyone want to be a fucking sheep, a god damn follower???? Being the boss, the leader, the head honcho comes with dealing with all the crap that subordinates choose not to comprehend. And I do believe its a matter of choice in what you want to comprehend, hear and do. So why choose to look like an idiot? I could give examples of this, but I'm just to annoyed and would type hateful things that don't really reflect how I feel about this people, but for christsake, use the fucking noggin, please?
Today I wore a shirt emblazzened with my stores logo, I had a nametag stating that I'm Theresa Manager, and I'm holding a huge stack of books and a woman walks up to me and asks if I worked there. I replied promptly with, no, I don't, but may I help you find something? I could have that fucking logo tattooed on my forehead and the fools would still ask: Excuse me do you work here? And whats with 20 somethings not wearing watches, if one more of those belly baring, I got an xbox bitches asked me what time it was....I was gonna have to start with the slapping. Yeah, it's wrong, I know this....but buy a fucking watch, Do I look like father time? OMG, and the teenagers....all fucking pierced and half nekkid or their pants hanging half way down their asses (loving the buttcrack, somebody get me some spackle please), they stare at you a minute with their god damn crew backing them, asking...Scuze me, are you hiring for the holidays, I'm sorry we only hire fully clothed people that don't go job hunting with their fucking posse, dig? But hey, your welcome to fill out an application. I've had the bullshit diversity training, I hire from all generations, but fuck If I'm gonna hire Snoop dog and Britney, yanno? And this is our future? ACK, THWAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPT, Snarf.
Alrighty, I've got Rocky Road Ice Cream all over the keyboard, the blood pressure is down....all chilled. Yeah, I'm not supposed to have chocolate but I figure my pants don't fit anymore and I can't afford new ones and I've had to tolerate morons all day, so I deserve this treat, I'm not drinking dee alcohol, primarily for sanity's sake, but apparently not drinking that stuff helps in the weight reduction and the pants hang lower :oP I no longer have to unbutton or unzip my pants to remove them they just hang there, so sexy :| So if you see me and my pants are hanging low bare in mind....it's not the new ghetto chic and don't even think about spackling my ass crack! Thanks and have a super day!

Wittgenstein's Poker By David Edmonds & John Eidinow
Philosophy: Love and pursuit of wisdom by intellectual means and moral self-discipline. This book is the account of a ten minute meeting of the Moral Science Club at Cambridge in 1946. The two philosophers Ludwig Wittgenstein and Karl Popper, both Viennese, both genius in their own right. Apparently, in the philosophical circles, this meeting and it's circumstances have become fabulous fodder for myth. The myth is behind Wittgenstein's use of the fire poker to make a statement, most of the men there that fateful evening believed that "probability presented problems that could not be solved merely through linguistic disentagllement'', Wittgenstein based his theories on language, translating simple sentences into equations to prove his point, "Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language." therein lies the start of his frustrations and when you've got to make a point, one would think that a fireplace poker would suffice;) Wittgenstein is well known as a great philosopher, as is Popper, but Wittgenstein and his amazing charisma has the propensity to enrapture his audience with his passionate thoughts and theroys, and Popper is all but a well read puppet of Bertrand Russell unwilling to accept other probabilities and angles of philosophy. The book covers the beginning of anti-Semitism in Europe and Hitler's rise and fall. Social factors play into the characters of these men, and we learn where they metriculated and who they admired. In the beginning Betrand Russell (a well known philosopher in his own right) championed the young and brilliant Wittgenstein, and took little note of Popper. But it seems in the end that is was Popper who wins the dual through teaming with Wittgensteins mentor Russell, I believe in a futile attempt to humble Wittgenstein who beliefs were rising in popularity over Russells. I love philosophy and was compelled to read this book out of curiosity towards 20th century philosophers, I thought philosophy began and ended with Socrates and Aristotle..der. A pretentious and vain group of mostly men melding together math, logic and language as our moral guides, civilizations have based their exsistence on these thoughts of these great men. All things, affect all things, cause and effect, stupid is as stupid does. Many of men have devoted their lives in pursuit of tying all these threads together, some are strongholds that develop our dogma for a time, until the next paradigm shift comes into play, back to the drawing board, rework the equation. We think too much and it makes some of us crazy, but our beliefs and desire to know, fuel our passion. We need Philosophers who weild pokers, we need droll philosophers to disagree, we need to quench our desire to learn. We need to understand our thoughts and have them logically propell our growth as humans. Somebody get me a poker! *Snap!*

Holidaze The tragedy of what Halloween has become is indeed haunting. I remember as a child the excitement surrounding the impending spooky holiday. I would sit for hours drawing pictures of haunted houses, the scariest witches I could possibly imagine, and varying jack O' laterns. My family would decorate the house and my brother would turn the garage into a hellish haunted house, being the entrepeneur he is, he charged the neighborhood children which they gladly paid to piss their pants in horror. At school, we'd have Halloween Carnivals and the ever dorkish Costume Parade. The whole neighborhood would become a spookier version of itself, the meticuously manicured lawns now coverd with hay and ghoulish graveyards. Halloween night was magical, we put on our costumes and go house to house, neighborhood to neighborhood, trick or treating, some time was spent trying to avoid the egg warfare that apparently young adolescent men find to be a stimulating tradition along with smashing pumpkins (sigh). On returning home with the booty, the bartering started, only to have negoiations halted by my mother would dump all the candy into one bowl and insist we share.
Halloween 2002 I didn't have one Trick or Treater knock on my door, last year at least I had handful, this year nada, zip, zero. Not that I don't know where they all went, they now go to the malls for their candy. It's a sad spectacle of candy mongers in one huge line that remsembles a stampede. I expect to her the familiar MOOOOOoooo, but I hear only the Twick O Tweats. I see parents with newborns in strollers with their damn shopping bags open for candy. Some parents don't even let their kids dress up...just get the damn candy ya brat. It's so sad and empty, there is no celebration of the holiday in schools as not to offend anyone, cause God knows Satan is involved somehow and bringing Satan into the picture would bring religious connotations, and that won't do at all. I mean they want to delete GOD from the Pledge of Allegiance for christs sake..(hehe). But our good ol' government won't let that happen.......so I say to our Government, intervene with the holidays as well. Bring the magic back!!! Being politcally correct is raping the imaginations of the children, just stick the brats in front of the boob tube (v-chip, included) and let them developed their creativity that way? Ack!!! Anyhoo, we ran out of candy 15 minutes into the event because they actually started coming about an hour early for the expected goodies. I didn't mind as I needed help setting the Christmas marketing....yes Christmas.......again..shoot me. The time will pass swiftly and I think Thanksgiving is in there somewhere, but it's Santa's time to shine and the same people that came to the mall for candy, will come for the their gifts, god willing they will put some thought into what they buy, but I doubt it. Just buy a bunch of crap and disperse it. The magic in our lives slips away by the minute thanks to the help of pedophiles, rapists, murderers, politics, terrorists, work, the bills, the rent..etc. we're cutting out the fun, the magic, the spiritual...and if I'm correct all of the forthcoming holidays are built on spiritual significance christian and pagan. I am in a Hollowdaze and damn if it don't suck.