Not My Day....

Very, very bored today. Wondering why I got out of bed at 10:30 am.....or at all. If there's nothing to do, why bother? Oh, great, I can spend another endless day playing Facebook games. Just went on Facebook, and some weirdo tagged me in a photo that was NOT me. It was some woman with a huge chest wearing a bra. That is so fucking creepy, to do that. Thinking of deleting my personal account on Facebook, or at least blocking that asshole. This is not the first time he has done shit like this....yes, blocking the bastard. Oy, what a day!

The Night That the Lights Went Out in Georgia

I've heard people saying this about tonight, and it's true. We have hung an innocent man, or at least one that wasn't proven guilty. Troy Davis died at 11:08 pm, and I'm far more affected by it than I thought I'd be. Sure, I signed a bunch of petitions, and posted my support for his cause on Facebook, but a human life has been lost, and it's, frankly, keeping me awake. It isn't fair. Elisa Baker murdered and dismembered her 10 year old disabled stepdaughter last year, and faces a maximum of 18 years in prison. Oh, but she's a white woman, and her victim wasn't a cop......just because life is inherently unfair doesn't mean we weren't put here to make it better. Why is Mark MacPhail's life worth more than Zahra Baker's? If the rule is, an eye for an eye, let's make all eyes of equal value. Also, Elisa Baker confessed (no doubt in hope of a good deal with authorities). Troy Davis maintained his innocence to the end, and the entire case against him is utterly unconvincing. Just ask noted humanitarians Jimmy Carter and the Pope, who count themselves among Davis' supporters.
I hope Troy Davis finds the peace and justice that eluded him in this life, and I hope the same for Zahra Baker, and all of those who found themselves at the centre of life's storms, through no fault of their own. And I hope Amnesty International, and all of the organizations and individuals who stood up for Troy Davis, continue their fight for a better world. We lost this battle, but there will be many more to win.

The Madwoman's Credo

"I Stand" by Idina Menzel
"I stand for the power to change,
I live for the perfect day.
I love till it hurts like crazy,
I hope for a hero to save me.
I stand for the strange and lonely,
I believe there's a better place.
I don't know if the sky is heaven,
But I pray anyway."

Btw, if anyone figures out what in the hell I'm doing up at this hour, or why everything is typing up highlighted, please feel free to let me know..... 

Time Travelling

Not much to say, tonight. I'm about to go to bed, actually- it's almost midnight. I'd pray for some excitement, but there's a saying about being careful what you wish for.....listening to the Carly Simon songs of childhood, and wondering if I'll ever make my peace with the past. Will I ever come to terms with the woman who raised me? Does anyone? I know the truth, even if I am constantly told I am lying. I was there. I think a part of me will always be in that hungry little wisp of a girl, wondering how thin she has to be before she's acceptable.....I never know what to do to get rewarded, because the rules keep changing. Standards are raised and lowered, and no one ever consulted me. My mother was the first, but by no means the last. I will never live up to what I am supposed to be to anyone. They say you can't please everyone, but I never please anyone, least of all myself......

Coming back now......and going to bed. 

Rainy Days and Mondays....

Blogging from Carrie's house today while she's at the doctor's office....not much to really say, as is usually true when everything seems to be going ok. We watched Rifftrax mostly yesterday, and on Saturday, I introduced Carrie to my best friend, Marty. So, it wasn't a bad weekend. It's raining and cool out today, though, and I have the feeling I'll be doing a lot of sleeping this week, out of lack of better ideas. Well, like I said, I can't think of much to say. Not in the mood to rant about my parents, because that's a depressing saga.....but, not ready to go there yet. I think I'll just play on Facebook, wait for Carrie, and listen to Jonathan Larson sing about his cats.

Amen to that!

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
  They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
  And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
  By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
  And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
  It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
  And don't have any kids yourself.

Having issues with my mum and dad lately, and thought of this....

Where's the Party?

Good morning, Hamilton! Yawns and shakes off the demons of the night. Not much going on here. Ate way too much at a local Chinese buffet yesterday, and then talked to Carrie until about 1:30 am. The computer was giving me issues yesterday, but seems to be mostly behaving today. I got up a little before 6 am today, and really haven't gotten much done since. I am dressed, and I'm already needing to cut back on my smokes, mostly because I can't think of anything else to do. Right now, I'm listening to music from The Producers and chilling. Soon, I vow, I will do the dishes that are collecting in the sink, and then probably waste time online until med time. Then I hope to get the living room cleaned. I don't plan on leaving the house, except for a few short errands around 1 pm. This is the life of the Madwoman. Wondering why I'm crazy yet?
I do have to come up with a quote-of-the-day for my whiteboard on the fridge, and a title for this blog.....the whiteboard will read, "Every woman adores a fascist." -Sylvia Plath. Like most of the jokes of the mad,no one sees the humor, save the initiated......