Jesus people! Can we stop talking about this whiny bastard already? Matt was watching TV the other night and had some show on about top 50 most tragic deaths or some garbage like that. One of the most tragic deaths was Kurt Cobain. I'm pretty sure this idiot killed himself because he couldn't stand listening to himself whine anymore. Nirvana was annoying. Woe is me. Life sucks. Shut the fuck up already!
(this was actually the first post I wrote but aparently I didn't publish it but on the heels of the last post, this is kind of appropriate)
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Being broken up with and not even knowing it
So, I admit I don't pay a huge amount of attention to what is going on in the music world but I do enjoy music and I have, as do most folks, my favorite bands. Some bands I like so much that I will go buy an album without even hearing a single song just because I know I'm going to like it. And yes, I still buy cds sometimes but even on (yikes, I'm about to say it) itunes, I get the whole damned thing. No questions asked. I go to concerts, I buy t-shirts and bumper stickers, I tell friends about the band and how amazing they are, I do my part to ensure that the legacy lives on. I guess that is why I feel like I've been dumped when a band breaks up. Especially when I don't even hear about it until way after the fact. Shouldn't I have been consulted? Here I have been waiting patiently for a new album to come out and I have to hear from satellite radio that the lead singer is doing a solo project. Then I have to rush to ask google for the latest news. Yes, clearly I am feeling very emotional about one band in particular but this has happened before (see Wham, Duran Duran, Olivia Newton John and John Travolta...). I mean honestly folks (by folks, I mean the members of Live) I have helped build you into the mainstream stars you are today. It is through my dollars and hard work that you are seated at the good table in the 'it' restaurant and given free bottle service at the club where you are getting to see nitwits 'accidentally' show off their bare tooters while emerging from the limo. I don't think it is too much to ask to at least have a farewell tour, a final album (and no, your greatest hits don't count), an online vote. Some say in the future of my relationship with you. Unless one of the other band members has beaten your new puppy to death, I'm thinking it can't be all that hard to make tons of money doing something you enjoy and do well. So suck it up, put on your $1000.00 jeans (which I'm sure you got for free), get in the limo your label sent over, make a new album, and climb aboard your private jet to do a damned tour!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
And now..
So, I'm finally going to have my moment with the whole Steve Jobs thing.
First of all, clearly we are all in trouble. Why am I the only one concerned about the fact that it is obvious that this maniac is taking over the world? He is on some sort of vengeance driven pact he has made with himself (being the devil) against Microsoft and in the process is attempting to turn us all into ihumans. It astounds me that people actually purchase the iphone (which apparently does not allow one to complete any phone calls made). Worse yet, people then buy the ipad which is basically an iphone that also does not make phone calls. So, you are trying to sell me something that does almost as much stuff as something else you have tried to sell me but you want me to pay more for it? Again, why am I the only one concerned?
Secondly, I can't trust any person wearing a mock turtleneck. Sorry, but no. Turtlenecks are already kinda creepy in the fact that they are incredibly uncomfortable and binding but the whole lack of fashion really puts them over the edge. To wear something that mocks something that shouldn't exist in the first place makes me wonder what you are hiding about yourself. If you must hide that second head you have growing out of your neck, at least have the decency to go all the way and wear the damned turtleneck. If you are truly human, then buy a fucking v-neck. You can afford it you know, you own over 60% of the planet already.
I hope that when he succeeds in making you all completely dependant on his products and then pulls the plug, instead of giving into his demands to turn the skin of Bill Gates into a rug, you will all begin to worship me. I'm just sayin is all...
First of all, clearly we are all in trouble. Why am I the only one concerned about the fact that it is obvious that this maniac is taking over the world? He is on some sort of vengeance driven pact he has made with himself (being the devil) against Microsoft and in the process is attempting to turn us all into ihumans. It astounds me that people actually purchase the iphone (which apparently does not allow one to complete any phone calls made). Worse yet, people then buy the ipad which is basically an iphone that also does not make phone calls. So, you are trying to sell me something that does almost as much stuff as something else you have tried to sell me but you want me to pay more for it? Again, why am I the only one concerned?
Secondly, I can't trust any person wearing a mock turtleneck. Sorry, but no. Turtlenecks are already kinda creepy in the fact that they are incredibly uncomfortable and binding but the whole lack of fashion really puts them over the edge. To wear something that mocks something that shouldn't exist in the first place makes me wonder what you are hiding about yourself. If you must hide that second head you have growing out of your neck, at least have the decency to go all the way and wear the damned turtleneck. If you are truly human, then buy a fucking v-neck. You can afford it you know, you own over 60% of the planet already.
I hope that when he succeeds in making you all completely dependant on his products and then pulls the plug, instead of giving into his demands to turn the skin of Bill Gates into a rug, you will all begin to worship me. I'm just sayin is all...
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
How do you decide when it is time to be God?
So, generally much of what I have to say is glib. I rant, I rave..I go on and on. Both in my life overall and in what I anticipated this blog to be. But, today I have a problem and maybe something some one says to me will help me reach a decision.
Background: My dogs are my children, my source of humor, my loves. I have 3 and they all, in their own way, give me a control for what life should be. I often am shown a way to reasses my reaction to something by watching them. Admitedly, I also see them over react to the UPS guy and mailman daily. Perhaps we all have something to teach eachother in our lifetime.
The crux of my story is that my youngest, Monkey, has some severe separation anxiety. It has gotten to a point that I have begun to wonder if I should put him down. Please don't judge yet. The majority of my pain in this matter is that I don't want to give up. I don't want to fail him. I have talked to my veteranarian, I have talked to trainers, I have gone so far as to take him to UCDavis (top veteranary school in the nation, I believe and a 2 1/2 hour drive from my house) to consult with their behavior department. We have tried Prozac, Xanax, Reconcile (made just for dogs with anxiety), and now Paxil. My dog takes more anit-depressants than I ever have. He is still crazy and I can't believe that his life is a good one. Can you imagine living your life in a total state of stress with no way to communicate it? No way to alleviate it? That is why I think maybe putting him to sleep is the best choice. I can't leave him outside for 10 minutes without him jumping a 6.5 foot fence into my neighbors yard. Fortunately the neighbors love him and just return him home. The other two dogs don't panic in the least. I've noticed that when he isn't here, they have a much more relaxed interaction with eachother too. I love my Monkey. When he is calm, all 2 minutes of it a month, he is funny and sweet and full of love.
So I ask, at what point do I give in and give up? Just the thought makes me want to curl up and cry for the rest of my life. I'm plagued by thoughts of 'What if I haven't actually tried everything?' and 'What if one more week makes him better?' and countless of other 'What if' questions. My life, my husband's life, and my other dog's lives are all being negatively affected. But how can I ever be the decision to end this precious life?
Background: My dogs are my children, my source of humor, my loves. I have 3 and they all, in their own way, give me a control for what life should be. I often am shown a way to reasses my reaction to something by watching them. Admitedly, I also see them over react to the UPS guy and mailman daily. Perhaps we all have something to teach eachother in our lifetime.
The crux of my story is that my youngest, Monkey, has some severe separation anxiety. It has gotten to a point that I have begun to wonder if I should put him down. Please don't judge yet. The majority of my pain in this matter is that I don't want to give up. I don't want to fail him. I have talked to my veteranarian, I have talked to trainers, I have gone so far as to take him to UCDavis (top veteranary school in the nation, I believe and a 2 1/2 hour drive from my house) to consult with their behavior department. We have tried Prozac, Xanax, Reconcile (made just for dogs with anxiety), and now Paxil. My dog takes more anit-depressants than I ever have. He is still crazy and I can't believe that his life is a good one. Can you imagine living your life in a total state of stress with no way to communicate it? No way to alleviate it? That is why I think maybe putting him to sleep is the best choice. I can't leave him outside for 10 minutes without him jumping a 6.5 foot fence into my neighbors yard. Fortunately the neighbors love him and just return him home. The other two dogs don't panic in the least. I've noticed that when he isn't here, they have a much more relaxed interaction with eachother too. I love my Monkey. When he is calm, all 2 minutes of it a month, he is funny and sweet and full of love.
So I ask, at what point do I give in and give up? Just the thought makes me want to curl up and cry for the rest of my life. I'm plagued by thoughts of 'What if I haven't actually tried everything?' and 'What if one more week makes him better?' and countless of other 'What if' questions. My life, my husband's life, and my other dog's lives are all being negatively affected. But how can I ever be the decision to end this precious life?
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Wait...
I have a Steve Jobs rant coming...just hold on. It will take some time, some wine, and a few moments...
Echo
Is it wrong that I have a favorite dog? I have three. I feel like I'm picking a favorite kid when I admit I have a favorite dog. I never thought I did actually unitil tonight. I was watching a movie (ugh, I hate to admit it but it is the new Twilight movie and so there you have it, dogs) and seeing the dogs on the tv made me cry. So I started talking to my Echo (the middle dog, he is 10) and I started asking him to never ever ever leave me. Then it occurred to me that I am insane but still...I'm just sayin that I don't think I can handle Echo ever leaving me. He is the dog, dog. No human attributes. I don't equate him with a human child. Although, I do equate him with a human man. (and I only choose man because I am straight, I know I would choose woman if I was gay, explanation to follow) I put him there because he acts there. He warms the bed. He gives hugs and kisses when needed. He just hangs when that is all you want. I know if he could talk he would never talk back or say annoying shit. (maybe not even a man, maybe the perfect man) He might be kinda dirty, but aren't all men? At least he can clean his balls and he never puts them in your face expecting you to lick them too. Can't pay for dinner but really, I have had a lot of boyfriends that couldn't either. He smiles. He wags. He is always happy to see me. I'm just sayin is all...
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