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Monday, December 2, 2013

Batman Fan Till The End

Hey, I admit it, I am a Batman fan. Always have been. Well, ever since I first saw the Batman movie from 1989. I loved it. My first boyfriend took me to see that movie and even bought me a hot dog. I had fun that day, like I always had with him. Those of us who are fans love Batman, he's not like Superman, he has no super powers. He doesn't have x-ray vision built in. He doesn't zap his enemies with a laser beam. He just has strength and wit. I even used to have some Batman collectibles, and comics a mile high. I recently found the first Batman comic book for $1. Back when I was collecting his comics, I heard one would have to shell out $80,000 to buy that one. But I once saw it on ebay for $1! I should have got it! It would have been awesome if I had! But at that price, it was probably in very bad condition. Batman has always been a source of inspiration to me, he's even inspired me to create my own versions of Batman stories, using UMG characters instead of people. They are just crazy enough to be entertaining, and some of the best and funniest stories I've ever written.



Also, did you ever notice how when any Batman movie is made, Robin becomes the teenage heartthrob? The girls always love him. LOL! There's something about him. But for me, Batman was my hero. I like Robin too, but Batman is the living end for me. Or whatever the hell the kids these days are saying. Also, I'd like to focus on what makes Batman so irresistible to me. It isn't his strength, or mysterious character. It isn't his looks and thinking about what such a man would look like if I were to see him in person. It isn't his wit. The one thing that makes Batman so irresistible to me is the colorful menagerie of villains he always battles. I want to talk about some of my favorites on here, and why I like them. I have several favorites among Batman's foes. The reasons I like them differ quite a bit. But most of the reasons are ones that I can relate to.



Everyone knows and likes the Joker. He somewhat defines Batman as a super hero. And let's face it, whenever a movie with Batman battling the Joker comes out, it is hugely successful. The Joker was Batman's first foe, he was there at the beginning, and he'll be there until Batman's comics are no longer kept alive. I like the Joker because he is so insane he's funny. Kindof like me. Only I don't want to kill anyone. The Joker is so well-liked, he even now has his own comic book, devoted entirely to him. There is a song, an old song, and I have it on my MP3 player, and my ipod. It's called Queen of Hearts by Julie Newman I think is her name. Anyway, there is a part in that song that goes "The joker ain't the only fool" and every time I hear that line, it makes me think of the Joker and Batman dancing to this tune. LOL!! Told you all I was a little bit crazy!



Mr. Freeze is another one of my favorite villains. The reason I like him is because I can really relate to him in so many ways. He became dependant on the cold after his wife passed away, it was his way of coping with the loss. When I lost my Groucho, I became the same way. Well, maybe not so much dependant on the cold, but I dealt with her loss in just as bizarre a way. My first reaction to such a major loss was most of my voluntary functions slow down, and I spent a lot of time sleeping. I didn't want to eat or drink anything, I didn't want to go on walks, I didn't want to listen to music, or watch TV. All I wanted to do was sleep. Ya know, pretty much the same thing happens when I get into any traumatic situation. I became the same way when I moved in with Patti. It was supposed to be a happy time, and I kept telling myself it would be. But I was going into something new with someone I didn't know at all. I'd never had a roommate before, outside of family. And to suddenly become a roommate with someone I had never met before, and who was crazier than I was, it was traumatic.



Two-Face is another villain that I really love. For pretty much the same reason I like Mr. Freeze. He was once a handsome person, who became deformed after an accident. It brought out trauma that had been happening in his life. Same with me. I used to be gorgeous. Look at me now. I am an ugly, pathetic shell of my former self. It's brought out the worst in me. And I think people treating me like shit because they think I am ugly too has made me an angry, bitter old bitch. But sometimes I take it with a grain of salt. I mean, I know I am ugly, but I also know I cannot do anything about it. I just have to live with it. But I didn't become ugly after an accident. It was some meds I was on that made me get fat, grow hair, and become ugly. And when I say grow hair, I mean in the wrong places. It took hair from the places I wanted it, and put it in places I didn't want it.



The Riddler is another villain I always liked. In fact, he was always my favorite. I liked him even better than the Joker. Actually, I think it could be a tie between the Riddler and Two-Face. Writing a story with Batman battling the Riddler was quite a challenge for me, and I loved it! The Riddler is witty and funny and he gives clues to his crimes in his riddles, but you never really know what he's going to do. That's why I find him more fascinating than any of Batman's other villains. I used to have tons of comics of Batman battling the Riddler. They made up the majority of my collection. When I get my own home, I'm going to paint my bedroom wall green with question marks all over it. I'd love that! Then I am going to do all my videos that I put up on YouTube in that room. Just because. I can't relate to the Riddler, I am not that smart. But I am devoted to him because he has a unique character.

You would think as much as I like the Riddler and Two-Face, I would have loved Batman Forever. But no, I didn't like it all that much. It was funny and I loved Tommy Lee Jones as Two-Face. But the Riddler himself kinda bothered me. He had all this Riddler memorabilia before the Riddler was supposed to even exist! That didn't make sense to me. It's like me having pictures of Vegas that were taken before we even got Odessa, his mom. The memorabilia should not have been put into the movie until after the Riddler character was created! There's a scene where Jim Carrey (or Edward Nygma) was on the computer trying to come up with a persona for himself, surrounded again by all the Riddler memorabilia. And every time I see that scene, I think to myself "Jesus, just look around you! It's already all there!"



The Mad Hatter is one of my minor faves among Batman's villains. He is not really given his due credit, or immortalized as much as the others I've mentioned. But I do like him. I've written 2 stories of Batman battling the Mad Hatter. The reason being is because I have Uncle Martin himself portraying a role as the Mad Hatter. But he's never given much airtime. I mean, he rarely made an appearance on the animated series. There's never been a Batman movie with him in it. Yet, I think of him enough to write 2 stories of Batman battling the Mad Hatter. Even though it's not the familiar comic book character himself. I had a couple of comics in my collection of Batman against the Mad Hatter. But actually, those were created few and far between. I am hoping to someday see a movie devoted entirely to Batman battling the Mad Hatter. That would be great! And it would be a change of pace.

Now, some Batman characters that I don't like very well are the Penguin and Catwoman. Catwoman is very popular, but to me, she's nothing but a cat-fag. I don't like cat-fags. The Penguin, well, I do like penguins, and birds in general. But the Penguin is kinda dumb and delirious. I never seem to get into any comics or motion pictures solely with him in it. Though it's not so bad if he makes an appearance with other villains that I do like. But I like him better than Catwoman.

 

Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Popular Kids

OK, not really kids, but anyways, I decided to write a post about why I hate the so-called popular people. I was thinking about this the other day, because someone told me some INXS fan was bullying them. I don't doubt it! INXS fans are just as bad nowadays as U2 fans have always been. It seemed to all start when Rockstar: INXS came on the air. Of course I've always known about INXS fans who were bullies, but back then I think it was all the work of one single fan, and it just grew from there because of that fan's popularity. You ever notice how the most popular people are the ones who become the biggest bullies? Well, I've always found that to be true.

I'm thinking back now to when I first signed on to Facebook. I gained a few friends when I announced that I was signing on. One of those people was a woman I had met a couple times before. She calls herself Duran2INXS on the forums. Her real name is Cindy. I was shocked that she even asked to become one of my Facebook friends, because one thing I know about her is she is a DonnaG supporter. She was nice when I met her in person, but after DonnaG and I cut out the friendship, I fully expected her to take DonnaG's side and not have anything to do with me anymore. Which was really fine with me. But it was a shock to me that she even asked me to add her to my Facebook friends. I thought about it for a few minutes before I added her, because of the fact she is a DonnaG supporter. At first I was going to deny her request, but then I thought about it and decided (against my better judgment) to add her anyways. I thought I would just sit back and see how it goes. If she asked me in the first place, I figured maybe she wasn't as shallow as I thought she was.

A couple of months passed and I hadn't heard anything from her at all. And then suddenly, she deleted herself from my Facebook friends. This, I so totally expected from her. I counted on it so much, I knew who was gone before I even checked my list to see who was missing. Back then it was easy to tell because I didn't have a lot of people on my list. I only checked my list to make sure I was right, and that it was maybe not someone I truly liked. I didn't want her coming back to me, and I did not even care to see anything she would post on Facebook, so I blocked her butt. Now, I don't see anything she posts at all. Her name even gets blocked out when someone mentions her in the comments, which is awesome. I do kinda wonder though if she still supports DonnaG. I can tell her truthfully that DonnaG does not really like her. The only reason DonnaG has anything at all to do with her is because she is a friend of INXS's. DonnaG told me this herself when we were staying at the hotel in LA together. The only people that DonnaG associates with is people who are friends of INXS's because she wants to get into Jon's pants. Average fans, like me, she spits on. I could never be like DonnaG. I have friends, and I like them for who they are. Not for what they can do for me.

But the reason I do not like the popular people is much like why I do not like Cindy or DonnaG. Because they shit on the lesser people like me, who cannot offer them anything or do anything for them. The only thing I can offer anyone is true, pure, unbridled friendship. Some people are satisfied with that, but a lot of others are not. This is a trend I often see with the popular people. They want more than just a simple, honest-to-goodness friendship. For example, the popular people wants everyone to agree with what they say and what they do 100%, no matter what it is. If you disagree with them, even slightly, on any one subject, they drop you like a sack of rocks. I cannot live like that. To me, that is a passive form of bullying. Or controlling. Like they are saying "I'll be your friend as long as you don't give me your opposing opinion." I've blocked a lot of the popular people on Facebook because I don't want them asking me to become my friend on Facebook. It's a kind of defensive strategy with me. Like "get them before they get me". I also take friendship very seriously, even on Facebook. To me, they are friends too, and deserve to be treated as such. But if I disagree with someone, I will let them know it. Doesn't mean I don't like that person, it just means I don't agree with what they say on that subject. I even have these kind of disagreements with family. We each just give our opinions and move on.

I hate to be controlled. I admit I do have a few popular people among my friends list, but they are stronger people who accept me the way I am. I have one friend for example, that supports PETA. I hate PETA with a passion, and I will not support anything PETA does. Nor will I support anyone's interest in PETA. It doesn't mean I don't like this friend as much as my other friends, it just means that I will not support PETA. Thankfully this friend knows this, and is OK with it. That, to me, is the trademark of a real friend. Not someone who only pretends to like me because I could give them something, or because I am friends with someone they support. Unfortunately the latter forms are more common in this day and age. I don't consider them friends. They're nothing more than friendly acquaintences. I was never even DonnaG's friend. I didn't consider her any more than the same, a friendly acquaintence. I was mistreated by her too much to consider her a friend. Especially when she talked her stupid cronies into opening up the delusional mods forum, which strangely enough, is not on the internet anymore. I know DonnaG was behind that forum! She denies it, but I know she was behind what those people there were doing. Because they mentioned things only she knew, or that only she was exposed to. Also, they never once attacked her on that forum, and she is a much more delusional fan than I ever was. In fact when we were in LA together, every time I tried to snap Donna back into reality and tell her she will never get Jon to marry her, she would tear my head off. I was the one with my head in reality on that trip. Not DonnaG. Yet the delusional fans forum never attacked her. So, that alone said everything.

I remember I decided to launch a counter-attack against the delusional fans forum when one of them started to accuse me of killing my Groucho on purpose. That person was lucky she did not say that to my face, I'd have belted her one upside the head and put her on her ass on the floor. You can accuse me of a lot of things. You can say I am crazy, you can accuse me of trying to get Timmy to have sex with me, you can even accuse me of being a hypocrite. I don't care! But one thing I will not tolerate is someone accusing me of killing my pets! That crosses the line. That would be like if I had accused Catsredrum of raping her 13-year old niece. Well, ANY accusations without proper proof is bad, but to me, accusing me of killing one of my beloved pets is totally crossing the line. Even implying that makes me madder than anything. I love my dogs, I would NEVER let one of them die so I could attend a concert. I would have given up going to that concert and meet-and-greet completely, if I thought it would have saved my baby's life.

What got me about that as well was how many of my so-called "friends" actually believed them. You wonder why I hate people so much? That's why. People are so dumb, they will believe anything some evil person says about another without asking the person who is being slammed on. See this is also why I don't want to become popular, and also why I want nothing to do with the popular people. They are the biggest malefactors of spreading gossip, and believing in it too. I admit I say more in my blogs here than I would say in real life, but that is why I have blogs. This blog is my ranting place. But really it only constitutes about 1% of my life (IF that much). This is how I am able to keep calm in the face of angry people, or hateful people. I write about them here. I could say everything I say on here to that person's face, but then that person would be bringing it up in my face for the rest of my life, even after the feeling has gone. And yes, it does go. So I rant on here. Writing about it helps me get over it. I am still currently working on a story that I have Patti involved in. Its one of my revenge stories, and I intend to tell most everything in this story, only this time, explain it with pics.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Birthday Trip to Vegas

I was watching my sis's video about her trip to Las Vegas last night. One thing I remember about that outing was that I could not go. It was supposed to be her 40th birthday outing and I could not go with her. Did you ever spend months planning something very special and set a date, get everything ready and paid for, and could not wait to do that something, and then the day you are supposed to do that something, something else happens to ruin all your plans? Well, that is what happened on that trip to Las Vegas. The day before we were set to leave, I had a headache. Nothing major, just a headache, and feeling a mite sluggish. But the day we left for the trip, I woke up with a nasty-ass cold!! At first I thought nothing of it. I am a fighter, I thought for sure I can still go on this trip, even though I had a cold. I wasn't about to let a cold stop me from going on this trip! We got in our car, drove to the car rental place, packed all our things in the rental, and headed off on our road trip to Vegas. I could not wait to get down there!

Well, as the drive wore on, I began feeling worse and worse. I started sneezing, coughing, my head hurt, my eyes hurt, I could not stay awake, all my energy was drained, and I had a stuffy feeling in my head and chest. When I would cough, I would cough up junk. It was not the runny stuff that is easy to cough up. This felt more like trying to cough up a gum drop. We had gotten as far as Salem, OR and I told my sis I just could not go on any longer. So, she had to drive me all the way back to Ocean Shores. I felt bad because I was going to try and make it. But I just couldn't. It was dark when we got back to Ocean Shores, and I had to take all my baggage out of the trunk. My sis gathered some more of the things she wanted to take with her and went off to Vegas on her own. I allowed her to go and enjoy herself, and just not think about me. Think about this as the perfect weekend she never got to have, and I was giving to her as her birthday gift.

Well, she made a video of her trip to Vegas. One thing she kept saying repeatedly was that she missed me, and that she was sad because I was not there. For a second, she mentioned, she even wanted to kill herself. That was only her thought for a second, she is not normally suicidal. I thought about what she said, and I think about how things are now, and I get a little sad because now, she has left me. We don't have that opportunity to do things together anymore like we used to. I'd been living with her for so long, now that she's gone, I'd like to have her back. Sitting alone in that house at night gets pretty dang lonely sometimes. I've run through every movie and series that I have, over and over again. I am bored now with playing DVDs. It especially gets lonely at night, when there is nothing else to do, and the only company I have is the dogs. I know my sis knows the feeling, because she seems to have felt the same way in the video.

That's one of the things I now talk about with my counselor, how I crave company sometimes when I cannot get it. I said that if this separation had happened when I was in my 20s, things would have been different. I would have been able to adjust to it much better. But now that I am getting older, and have no companions available at all hours (I am not married or anything), it gets rather lonely. And scary! When I first moved into this place, I had fixed myself some dinner, and I was eating. Well something distracted me and I choked on a piece of food. I could not breathe! I got up and performed an act of self-Heimlich maneuvers on myself and got my windpipe cleared again. But I keep thinking about what if I hadn't been able to do that? What if my throat hadn't got cleared up? I'd have been dead and the dogs would be trapped there alone! No one would have been able to get them out of there, and eventually they would have died with me. That's sad and scary to think about. Things I didn't really worry about when I had family living here.

I asked my sis if she doesn't miss living together even just a little bit, and she said she only missed me when we used to take trips together. That was fun. But I find it hard to believe she doesn't miss me any other way except for the trips we used to take. I thought it was moving to Ocean Shores that made us grow apart. She said it was before we moved to Ocean Shores. But that cannot be true, because we lived in Ocean Shores when she took that that trip to Vegas. If our relationship had grown apart before then, she would not have missed me at all to the point where she wanted to kill herself! When she was visiting here last Christmas, I wanted to know what grew her farther apart from me, and she basically said I bullied her. I asked her to reiterate, because I don't recall ever bullying her. Today we started talking in chat about bullies, and I told her what a bully is. Patti was a bully. Patti did things to me that I would never have done to anyone else. She even decided she didn't like me because we don't eat the same things. I think she also blew her top because she wanted to buy a bottle of booze and I would not pay for it. I couldn't!

If I had been a vegan, I would have understood Patti not wanting a roommate that doesn't eat the same things she does, but I am not a vegan. Vegans tend to be preachy and pushy and I am not that. I don't even want a vegan living in my house! If I'd had kids, the instant one of them told me they are going vegan, I would say to that kid, "OK fine. But get out of my house! I won't have no vegans living here!" I'd even help that kid pack. If I take in roommates, one thing I won't allow is a vegan. Since vegans don't believe in killing any animals, they'd probably bring in fleas, bedbugs, cockroaches, lice and all kinds of other parasites, and simply moving them outside will NOT keep them away. A vegan can go live with another vegan and share their parasites with each other, they won't be welcome to stay in my house. One thing I especially HATE with a passion is cockroaches. I see one in my house and I am OUT! I thought I saw one last night in my house, I killed the damn thing. But it turned out to be just a large beetle. But cockroaches will drive me out of a house quicker than anything. I won't even visit a vegan in their house for fear of the same thing.

Well, it seemed my sis accused me of trying to run her life, and I never did that. I am not like that! When my ma was living with me for a few months, even she was impressed that I did not butt into her business. That is just not how I am. I never was. I do what I do, I help people, I said my sis was more than welcome to join me in a project, or a trip, I try to help people make good choices by giving my opinion, but I was never a bully about it. I never said to anyone that if they don't do what I say I was going to kick them out. I never said that to anyone in my life. I remember in my old Chihuahua group, I kicked one person out after we had a spat, but it wasn't because she would not do what I said, or didn't listen to me. It was because she was saying shit like I don't deserve my dogs just because I don't agree with mixing breeds on purpose, and I felt that was totally disrespectful and uncalled for. Actually, I was just going to suspend her for a few days so she could cool off, but her friend said she was not interested in coming back to the group, so I said OK. That girl thought I kicked her out because she could not see things my way, but she was totally wrong. I never would have kicked her out at all if she had never said I don't deserve my dogs for such an asinine reason as what she said it for. I don't even dislike that person. I just think she needs to get her values straight. People like that, just because you don't agree with them, and let them know it, they think you are either attacking them or being negative.

But I digress. Anyone who thinks I bully them, look at all my posts on here about Patti and compare what I did to them as opposed to what Patti did to me. Patti was a real bully. I am not. I don't even like confrontations. I just give my opinion, and the listener can take it or leave it. Fine with me. But I am going to give it, in hopes the listener can think about what they are doing before they do it. But I would never bully someone just because we disagree. I will stand up for myself and agree to disagree, but I don't have the attitude like "it's my way or the highway." That's just not me. And I don't bully.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Typical Vegan Bullshit

Oh GOD! Vegans are the dumbest creatures the world has ever known! LOL! One of my vegan buddies on Facebook posted something about soy milk, and it said something to the effect of milk coming from beans. I said it's disgusting. To me, the thought of "milk" being processed from beans is indeed disgusting. I'll never drink soy milk. It's not even real milk. Well yesterday, after thumbing through a bunch of posts in this thread about the dairy industry killing cows and calves, I wrote on this post that having cats in your home is no more vegan than drinking milk. Well, one of this friend's stupid vegan followers, who calls herself Kristin "HazCats" (remember what I always say about people named Kristin), wrote to me about my "disparaging remarks" about vegans owning cats. She told me she is one of the biggest advocates for spaying and neutering cats, and then she says when shelters are full of cats, what is she supposed to do about that. She also believes cat owners who let their cats roam free are negligent owners. She also said it makes her sick that she has to buy food for her cats that is made of "dead animals". She also mentioned my comments were gone. She figured either I deleted them or this buddy did. I told her this buddy must have done it, because I didn't. I have no shame in saying I think vegans who keep cats are hypocrites.

Now, I will say this, I don't hate cats anymore (their faces remind me of lemurs), and in fact when I took Vegas to the vet a couple weeks ago, there was a birman cat there that was available for adoption. I fell so deeply in love with it, I almost thought about bringing it home. Of course I didn't. I couldn't if I wanted to. But birmans are like longhaired Siamese, and I think they are gorgeous! I know cats are carnivorous animals, which is why I think they are the wrong pets for vegans. If a person wants to go full vegan, they should get a pet that is completely in tune with their lifestyle. Like rabbits, or parakeets; you know, something that does NOT eat meat. Then vegans don't have to get ill buying meat-based food for their pet. And they don't have to deal with an animal that is going to kill wildlife onsite. This Facebook buddy (I am not trying to degrade her), has posted several statuses on her wall about her cats killing small animals. She is not always going to be able to stop them from doing that. In my opinion, if a person complains about other people eating meat and drinking milk, and they keep cats that kill wildlife, that sounds very hypocritical to me. And people like Kristin, who keeps cats and defends the fact that they kill wild animals, I don't know. It sounds to me like she has some secret blood-lust that her own diet is not satisfying her with. Like maybe Katrina was right.

Well, I told Kristin all this yesterday in my response. Today I came back to the library to look for something, I thought I might as well look to see if she responded. I wasn't really going to come here today, but I needed to look up something online that I could not find any other way. I noticed, after I read a response from a friend I also chatted with yesterday, that Kristin did respond to me. It was long-winded, but that's OK. I didn't read past the first sentence, because the first thing I noticed when I opened up the message, was this note: "You cannot reply to this conversation. Either the recipient's account was disabled or its privacy settings don't allow replies." Looks like she's blocked me. LOLOL!!!!! Well, the first sentence, which was all I read of her message, said "Your argument is weak." Which was exactly the response I expected from a dumb vegan like this one. It's nothing I haven't heard them say before. But since she cut off my ability to reply, I didn't think it was worthy of reading further, so I just deleted it. This is why I stopped responding to negative posts on my videos and no more on this blog, because if I had responded to Kristin, I would have felt like I was saying she is right, and I know she's not. Vegans always think they're right about everything. I don't know what the rest of her message said, but again, it's probably nothing I haven't heard the other vegans say before. So, most likely nothing more than "blah-blah-blah-blah!" I also stopped blocking people on my channel. I got so sick of doing that! I don't like shutting people up. The only people I block now are the ones that get so outrageously angry, I think they need to be behind bars, not on my channel. But I just don't reply to negative comments anymore.

I kinda wish I had read the rest of Kristin's response, it might have been fun to respond to here. That would have made today more fun! But aside from that, this month sucks! I'm going through some real hard times now. Vegas' vet visit has really messed me up this month. On top of that, I haven't heard from my father. I hope he's not mad at me.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

I Pledge Allegiance...To Obama???

OMG! I think I have come up with a good name for Obama. I now call him "the Narcissist". Oh dear GOD!! And there are still people out there stupid enough to believe he is the best president we ever had. Oh GOD!!! How can they say that?? Well, I guess I know. Obama has a lot of celebrity supporters. For a lot of people that I can put my finger on now, that's good enough for them. Nevermind the idiot is a muslim, he's lied on more than one occasion, he does nothing but take relaxing vacations on our tax dollars, and he is now trying to alter our constitution to take away a lot of our rights as American citizens. Now, he is going to have people alter the Pledge of Allegiance so that people will be pledging to him instead of the flag! UGH!! No wonder Obama was the only person, before he got elected, who did not properly salute the flag when everyone else at the ceremony said the Pledge of Allegiance. He doesn't want anyone saying it to our flag in honor of our country. He wants people to salute him instead of the flag!!

This act reminds me a lot of how Hitler handled his leadership. Hitler also had everyone in his country salute him with the "Heil Hitler!" Obama is doing the exact same thing to this country, and there are still people in this country (and beyond) that think Obama is the greatest, even knowing this. The libtards (as my sis calls them) do not see all this shit Obama is doing. The reason? Because Obama's publicists hide his undoings very well. It was like when I was in the voc school introducing everyone to UMG Productions, I publicized them very well, and UMG Productions was in it's heyday back then. It's only when people call Obama out on his lies that we hear about what is really going on. Some of Obama's supporters say "well, it's because people won't let Obama do his job that nothing is getting done." Well, if I were Obama, I would ignore all the media shouting at me to get things done and just DO IT!!! People say shit about me too, I just do what I do!

Do you think people calling me ugly (as if that's a bad thing) or fat, or cussing me out is going to stop me from doing what I do?? Hell NO! It hasn't so far and it never will! I always take what people say about me with a grain of salt. I never let it get to me. Remember Mcgillicutty? Remember CosmicWheeler? Remember spkenn36? Remember Hobofart? They all have one thing in common. They all tried very hard to make me stop doing what I do by calling me all the names they could think of. Of all of them, spkenn36 was the most pathetic. He was the least creative. But anyways, they all used name-calling tactics to try and shut me up, and it didn't work. That's because I do not ever let name-calling, threats, or anything like that work on me. In fact, it just made me laugh even louder at them. I tell it as I see it, and that's it.

I say what I feel, and I call it as I see it. I expect other people to do the same with me. I've gotten to where I don't even give a damn. Not since that incident on the AcmePet site. I used to correct people who said things about me that were wrong. But you know what I've found over the years? I've found that the more you try to convince people that the rumors about you are incorrect, the worse it makes you look. People are gullible and are always going to believe just what they want, whether it is correct info or incorrect. That is why I ignore forums and shit. And if anyone believes the bad things others say about me, then I don't want to know those people. They have no business being in my life. I will admit that yes, I have lied online to protect my secrets that I don't want anyone to know. And I don't mean my real age!! LOL! I don't care if someone knows that. Or my real name, or even my real address. I'm talking about MUCH bigger secrets that only my closest friends and family knows. I haven't even mentioned them on this blog. Or any blog for that matter. Although some you can find out in a couple of my autobiographical works. And anyone who has asked me about those kind of things, yes all they will get is cover-ups and lies because I feel it's no one's business but mine!

Anyways, if Obama thinks I am going to say a pledge of allegiance to him, he's got another think coming! If he thinks I am going to serve him, he's sadly mistaken! Obama should be busting his butt for us! We should not be obligated to serve him! But what has Obama done for us as a nation? Hardly anything. And don't blame the people because he hasn't done anything. One of the first rules of leadership is EVERYTHING is your fault. I don't care if Bush started it, Obama is in office now, not Bush! So it's Obama's fault our nation is still in the toilet, and not getting any better. So to all Obama's supporters, don't give me the usual bullshit that "Bush started it! Bush left this country in ruins!" No way! Bush is no longer in office, we cannot blame him. The ball is now in Obama's court. It's his serve. And he hasn't done a damn thing!!

Well, after today, I am rarely going to be getting on this site. I may get on some times, when I can make it to the library to type a blog post. But I have fixed the comments section of this blog so now it can accept all comments, even anonymous ones, and they no longer have to be approved. At least until I can get on here permanently again.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Jerkness In Austin

This dude is an asshole!! He created a blog, called Sleepless In Austin, where he is looking for a girl to fall in love with and is willing to pay $1500 for just the right one. He could offer someone $1 million and he still would never find a girl! I know if I were under 130 pounds and looking, I would not want him! He's a jerk!! Not only does he say he is physically repulsed by overweight women, he is also repulsed by blacks, said he would never date even a very attractive white woman who has been with a black man. And not only that, but he hates gays too. Now, I can understand if he doesn't want a fat woman, and doesn't date people of different races, and doesn't want to be seen making love to a man. But the way he talks about those kind of people. There are some very attractive overweight women out there. Not only that, but fat women have more personality than thin women. Like JPMetz said, fat women know how to have more fun. They had to develop personality to be liked. Whereas people automatically liked thin women because they were thin. Now, I am not saying all thin women are boring. I have thin friends and I like them. But thin women were just automatically liked, they didn't have to have personality on their side. Fat women did have to train their character in order to be accepted.

As for this dude's opinion on black people, yes I do know there are black people who are not attracted to whites, no one calls them racists. I realize that. In all fairness if a white person does not desire to have a black mate, they should not be labeled racists either. But the way this guy talks about them does make him seem racist! He says he finds black people physically repulsive, that they're animals, or monkeys, and says any white person who dates a black person is borderline into bestiality. And not only that, but he also says he would never date any white woman who has been with a black man because he calls it "dirty". And he doesn't think that sounds racist????? He needs to open his eyes! He also says gays are morally wrong and is the trait of a defective human being. I was looking at his website, and he says he is not a negative person, but he seems very negative to me. Looking at his "About Me" page, he has been on Judge Judy, and Stevie Ray Vaughan's brother doesn't even like him. A lot of things he has put on his page is very telling of the kind of person he is!

For example, on his FAQs page, he was asked if he's tried online date sites, and he says "I’ve tried all of those sites off and on over the last couple years and they just don’t work for me. I went out on a small handfull of dates due to them. Half of them were women I liked and would have liked to had a long term relationship with, but they never seen me again after the first date or two. The other half I went out with on those sites all had issues, ranging from drug use to being bi-polar. Other women would message me on those sites but I refused to even meet them to to either A. They were unattractive and overweight. or B. They had “issues”." I mean, doesn't that say a lot there? It tells me no woman would want him unless she's very desperate. And most attractive women are not that desperate!! Also, he has a page that talks about the kind of girl he wants, he contradicts himself when he says "I like a girl that dresses on the conservative side. Not like a slut, and not anything weird. Just normal is fine. T-Shirt & Jeans are OK. But a girl in a dress really gets my heart racing! I also love it when a girl wears a mini skirt with boots, not cowboy boots, but sexy boots. Or high heels, I love spiked high heels!" Really? Isn't a mini-skirt, sexy boots and/or spiked heels the trademark of a slutty girl's apparel?

And there is one more thing, you might want to have a good look at this "handsome" devil:


OK that was sarcasm! LOL! Not exactly does he look like the "catch of the century". In fact, I would go on record to say he looks downright homely to me. He kinda looks like a baboon. Or I would say that, if it wasn't so insulting to the other baboons. I'd like to say to him, dude, if you're going to have an attitude like you have, you'd better look a hell of a lot better than you do! Beggars cannot be choosers. You'd be better off with an ugly woman with a good personality than with a beautiful woman, which you will never get! Not that I would offer!!! I saw the pictures of his ex-girlfriend, and she is not all that thin. But then again, maybe he dumped her when she began to put on some weight. I wouldn't put it past him if he did! He seems like he would be that type of person. He says an overweight person is a person who lacks self-esteem or self-discipline and is unhealthy. I can tell you, I am overweight, and I have plenty of self-esteem, and I like to walk when I have the chance. I don't know what he means by a lack of self-discipline, every person is different. And I can say that for a fat person my age, I am very healthy. No problems with my heart or cholesterol at all.

He also does not like what he considers to be "trashy" people. He thinks all homeless people are drug addicts or booze drinkers. While I will admit I am leery of giving homeless people money because I believe they will buy drugs, cigarettes or booze with it, not all homeless people are like that. Some are homeless simply because they had some hard luck. I hate people who generalize like this guy does! But you know what? This is the kind of person that makes me glad to be fat and unattractive! Because I wouldn't want someone like this dude coming on to me! I might have made the mistake of falling in love with him (well, if he didn't have that face). The fact of the matter is, I've been there before. I wasn't in love with him, but I made friends with a guy just like this dude. His name was Craig. Craig Pajares. He went to the voc school with me. He was a lot more attractive back then than this dude though. Although I did see him briefly again back in 1994 and he looked AWFUL!!! I recognized him though, and I recognized that old clunker of a truck he had. Craig looked like he was high on drugs, which I wouldn't have doubted he was!!

Craig was just as bad mentally as this dude is. If I'd known back then what I do now, I never would have been Craig's friend. He bad-mouthed Dian Fossey in front of me. Not only that, but he used to shit on my sister too. He barely knew my sis! Yet he used to talk shit about her almost every day. He only met her once, and all they said to each other was hello. Craig would have shat on my parents if I'd talked about them too. He warned me himself that he is an asshole and I didn't believe him. Now I believe him! I stopped liking him after he asked me to help him complete his portfolio for camera class because he was going home sick. He promised as a repayment for me helping him, that he would give me a ride home the very next day. Well, I finished his portfolio for him (I admit it, I was young and stupid!) and the next day I guess I counted too heavily on him giving me a ride home, to the point where I took the money I had and treated myself to lunch in the school's cafeteria (a luxury that was rare for me back then). Well, when I reminded Craig of his promise to give me a lift home, he said he never promised me anything. So he went home and didn't give me a lift to my place like he promised the day before. I didn't have any bus fare, so I had to go around the classroom and ask for a handout. Thankfully, one of my instructors there obliged. I was grateful, but I never saw Craig the same way again.

These days, I am so jaded, if Craig had asked me to do him any favors with the promise of anything in return, I would say "No. You give me a lift home today, and I will help you with your portfolio tomorrow." Either that, or I would say to him, "Hell no! Fuck YOU!! Finish your own portfolio you dork!" LOL! These days, I don't trust anyone. At least I try never to place too much trust in anyone's word. I've been let down too many times to allow that to happen.

Well, as for this guy, not everything he says are things I don't agree with. He doesn't like Obama, neither do I. He didn't like either Bush's or the Clintons, neither do I. He doesn't like that all of our rights are being taken away, neither do I. He believes 9/11 was an inside job, I am on the fence about that one! Why would the government order thousands of innocent civilians killed just so the president can alter the constitution???? Then cover it up by saying that Al-Queda are solely responsible for that attack? That doesn't make sense to me. I remember some years ago, someone got on here, it was either DonnaG or one of her stupid cronies, I wanted to move to the UK, or Australia, even Canada would suffice!! Anywhere to get away from Obama!! Well that person said that the UK, Australia and Canada always follow US policies. Well, if that's true, why is it Canada has free meds, the UK has free health care, and the US has none of that? It doesn't look like any of that is going to change soon either.

Well, anyone who wants to see the interview with this mate-seeker, check this video out!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/26/sleepless-in-austin-interview-awful_n_3997377.html

Friday, September 27, 2013

Big and Sweet Muu

It's raining today! I've been hoping for rain all week long, and didn't get it. Not while I've been awake anyways. I had nowhere to go yesterday or the day before that, or the day before that, and I got nothing but sunny days. The one day I absolutely HAVE to go out, it decides to rain. That pisses me off!!! But I don't know. Maybe it'll clear up by the time I have to go to my appointment. This is why I don't like having any engagements! Because every time I have something planned, something like this happens! Days like this I like to stay inside and relax. I don't like going anywhere on rainy days. Not even if it is in the car.

Well anyways, I finally thought of a jingle for Minnie. I've been trying to think of one, and what song I wanted to put the lyrics to. I got this idea last night while watching my tsunami documentary. There is a scene taken in Thailand where the performers at this hotel are playing Silent Night and singing it beautifully. You know no matter how many times I watch that documentary, it always gets my heart to racing!!! It's sad and thrilling all at the same time!! Well, my sis is into volcanos, and I am into tsunamis. What can I say? I love the ocean! Even when it's misbehaving. Even if I myself had been caught up in a tsunami, I think I would still find them fascinating. I think that's the way I'd want to go, just have GOD send me a good 50-foot tsunami and end it all for me. That would RULE!!!! Then I would be in Heaven with a smile on my face because I'd just witnessed a most awesome spectacle!

Anyways, here's the song I wrote for Minnie, sang to the tune of Silent Night:


Big and sweet Muu

Sweet as fresh dew

Has big, sweet ears

Lovely and true

Muu-mie loves to just cradle and love

Lies in your lap as calm as a dove

Licks in heavenly swee-eet

And has such sweet little feet!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Hate Message to an Autistic Child

People make me sick sometimes. The woman who wrote this letter is at the very top of my shit list! This letter is vile, cruel, disgusting, and stupid and makes me lose all hope in the future of humanity!


To think that the thing that wrote this letter to a mother with an autistic child makes me sick! Especially the fact that IT has children of it's own, which it refers to as "normal children". So let's run down this list of demands shall we? OK!

First, IT says, "I live in this neighborhood and I have a problem". Um yes. I think you do have a problem, but your problem has nothing to do with the child you wrote about in this letter! Your problem is that you completely lack compassion for others. And your mama obviously raised you wrong. Where did your mom grow up? In a cave? Does your mom scratch her bare-naked ass in public? Obviously she raised you, so your mom has no shame.

"You have a kid that is mentally handicapped and you consciously decided that it would be a good idea to live in a close proximity neighborhood like this???? You selfishly put your kid outside every day and let him be nothing but a nuisance and a problem to everyone else with that noise polluting whaling he constantly makes!!!" So what is she supposed to do? You think just because a child is autistic that he doesn't deserve to have fun like the rest of the children? Gimme a break!!

"That noise he makes is DREADFUL!!!!!!!!!! It scares the hell out of my normal children!!!!!!!" Yeeeeeeessssssss, I'm sure your children are very 'normal'. They probably stay indoors all day, eating potato chips and scratching their behinds too while playing video games and watching anime cartoons. And you just have the most quietest children on the planet don't you! Well here's a tip from an expert: Normal children are not quiet!!

"When you feel your idiot kid needs fresh air, take him to our park you dope!!!" So do you kiss your own kids with that "sweet and clean" mouth of yours? (that was sarcasm, BTW) How very classy of you to call someone else an "idiot". I'm glad my ma wasn't like you! You're probably one of those types of parents who thinks a child isn't worth having if they're not perfect. In fact, you probably had a child born with a disability before and you told the doctor you didn't want it and had the doctor destroy it. You sick bastard!!

"Crying babies, music even barking dogs are normal sounds in a residential neighborhood!!!!! HE IS NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I lost count on the exclamation points on that last word. LOL! BTW, there must be 100 exclamation points in this one relatively short letter alone. Is there really a need for that? And I bet she bitches about crying babies and barking dogs too. Come to think of it, let her complain about my dogs to me. She'll hear some "normal" words and phrases come out of me. I'd tell her to go fuck herself.

"He is a nuisance to everyone and will always be that way!!!!!" Oh really? Are you a medium now? I've seen some people with autism go on to do some great things! Things you will never understand. But I'll hand you props for one thing, you being such a loud-mouthed cunt teaches people that compassion is necessary.

"Who the hell is going to care for him?????? No employer is going to hire him, no normal girl is going to marry/love him and you are not going to live forever!!!" And who is going to marry/love your children when you teach them to do such ugly things like writing this letter?

"Personally, they should take whatever non retarded body parts he possesses and donate it to science. What the hell else good is he to anyone!!!" I must admit, I had to read and re-read these two sentences carefully. The lack of grammar skills this idiot displays in this letter makes me think that perhaps she is angry because she herself is the retarded one in this scenario. Not the little boy she is trying to bash.

"You had a retarded kid, deal with it...properly!!!!!" Well, some moron had you. Maybe they should have dealt with you...properly!!!!!

"What right do you have to do this to hard working people!!!!!!!!" Is that supposed to be a question? Well, let me tell you NO ONE works harder than a parent with an autistic child!! Not only do they have to deal with that child's problems day to day, but they also have to protect them from dumbasses like the thing that wrote this letter! Thanks to Bill Clinton, this thing doesn't have to do anything with it's children. It just kissed it's husband(s) and waited around for 9 months. No discipline, nothing involved. That doesn't sound like hard work to me. But the woman with the autistic child, she should be given a medal for bravery! She's taking on one of the hardest tasks there is! Good for her!!

"I HATE people like you who believe, just because you have a special needs kid, that you are entitled to special treatment!!! GOD!!!!!!!" And I HATE people like you (excuse me, I forgot, you're not a people!) I HATE idiots like you who think just because you're children are "normal" in your eyes, that handicapped children are not deserving of the same respect you would want people giving your own children. This whole letter is sick and twisted, and the author of this letter should be shot dead. That would do the world a great service. And take those kids away from her by all means!! And don't bring GOD into this! The only thing HE will do for you is send your ass straight to Hell. You're supposed to be good to your fellow man (there I go again! I forgot this thing ain't human!) This letter proves you are a LONG way from being a good person! (Dammit! I need to get my memory in gear!)

"Do everyone in our community huge a favor and MOVE!!!! VAMOSE!!! SCRAM!!!! Move away and get out of this type of neighborhood setting!!!" If you don't like this kid, why don't YOU move away? With your attitude, you don't deserve to be in any community setting any more than you think she does!

"Nobody wants you living here and they don't have the guts to tell you!!!!!" And I noticed you wrote all this crap and didn't have the guts to give this parent your name. Sure, talk about someone else not having guts, when you lack the guts yourself. At least I don't hide anything.

"Do the right thing and move or euthanize him!!! Either way, we are ALL better off!!!" If I were the recipient of this note, I would say "How about instead we euthanize one of your children for their lack of empathy?" because the last thing we need in this world is more "people" like the one that wrote this note!

The saddest thing about this note is that a lot of people, who scorn this woman, have probably thought pretty much the same things in their lives. I know how most of the world feels about autistic children. I went to school, I know. I was among those autistic kids that was cast off. Not just by the kids, but also by the teachers. Some of the teachers anyways. I remember in middle school, my home economics teacher, Mrs. McCallough, most likely thought the exact same thing this "pissed off mother" thought. She never put it into words, but she was much more hateful to me than she was toward the "normal" kids. But I must also add that she was merely a puppet being manned by Mr. Purvis. He was really the culprit in the infamous "teacher-bullying" I received when I was in that school.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Nice Guys (and Girls) Finish Last

I was reading an article about this and it appears that it is true. This saying got started because most women seem to prefer men who are less nice and considerate, and usually are the "bad boy" types. This is why so many marriages escalate into domestic violence episodes. That is one reason why I do not want to get married. Matter of fact, it's the biggest reason why. I remember Patti got miffed because she found out I was not married and had no desire to be married. I'm not sure, but I think she wanted to set me up with a guy. Of course I would trust her judgment about as much as I would trust a deep, dark hole in the ground, her husband beat her up! But that was probably her own fault. If I were going to get married, I would stay away from the "bad boys" and stay with a man with a steady job that would treat me well. He must make at least $1000 a week to keep me, because I love to shop! I would do it more often if I could! But as of now, I haven't been shopping since I left Bozeman. I could use a new wardrobe though. hehehe!

Well, the same thing goes for nice girls. Nice girls are often rejected by society. I always try to be nice. I was nothing but nice to Patti, and she didn't like it. Sometimes though, I wish I had told her to shut up once she started in on me. But my thoughts were with trying to get along, first and foremost. I honestly don't know to this day if that would have had me earning her respect, or if she would have been more like "Hey! Don't you ever tell me to shut up!" But I should have done it anyways, because now I would feel so much better! I'm not mad at Patti. I never was. I'm mad at myself for trying too hard to get along with her, to a point where I just let her walk all over me. I did stick up for myself when she tried to take my jar of peanut butter. By then I wasn't trying to get along with her anymore. I had all my food packed up with the rest of my things to take home with me after Patti's brother said I should be moving out. But Patti came knocking on my door asking for that peanut butter with her hand outstretched to take it away from me. I told her she's not getting it because it's MINE! I'd had it since just before I moved from Bozeman, and it had my name on it. I only shared it with Patti while I lived there to be nice.

When it comes to me, I don't defend myself very well. But when it comes to my possessions, I defend them viciously!! When it comes to my things, I can make a mother tiger seem wimpy. I've always been like that. I don't know why. Probably because my possessions are all I have and I feel I have to protect them with my life. Same with my dogs. I defend them just as angrily. If Patti were to start in on my dogs, she would have felt the full force of my wrath. I would have charged at her and struck her down like a tsunami. But that's a side of me very few people have seen. I am not normally violent like that. I don't normally like to be. For the most part, I am a very laid-back, gentle, shy, languid person. I try to be friendly to people, but one has to keep in mind, years of being mistreated by people I'd put a lot of trust in, has made me much more jaded, and far less friendly than I used to be. Back when I was in my teens and 20s, I would have forgiven Kim Hedges easy, even after what she did to me and my sis, and just brushed that incident off. But since she's done what so many people in my past have done to me, I can't forgive her now. It's impossible. Heck, I even forgave Patti and Chris Shultze for the time I worked for them and even for the way I was relieved of their job. I still call it being "relieved". LOL! I forgave them a long time ago.

I admit I was not treated too well on that job, I lost a lot of freedom walking through their doors, and it wasn't like I gained back that freedom at a certain time after work was over, because when I lived with them, there was no quitting time. I was on the job 24 hours a day, and they took full advantage of that! But on the other hand, I wasn't treated all that badly either. They did treat me to dinner once in a while. They sort of taught me to like (or at least try) some foods I never thought I would try. Cauliflower being one of them. I've written at least one story with them in it (there was another written by a friend I worked with once) and that helped a lot in putting the lid on them. I'm thinking of a story I want to write with Patti Killebrew (not the same person, just the same first name). I do this frequently, sometimes it makes the stories interesting. My sis does not usually like it when I write stories like that. But I don't know. Maybe she'd like this one. Maybe?

But the main point is why is it that nice people get rejected while shitty, nasty people get praised and are sought after the most? That just doesn't make sense to me. When I was younger, I believed in treating everyone the way I would want to be treated. But it seems those kind of people are never successful at anything. It's always the mean people who seem to get ahead. Why? That just encourages more people to act like assholes. And the world wonders why now people are more rude than they've ever been before. Well, I think it's because society encourages rudeness. It's the rude men who get the women. It's the rude people whose businesses become big. Its the rude people who get the jobs. Even celebrities have to act like assholes to earn a huge following. Not with me though. One of the things I love about INXS is that the guys are so nice. Well, most of them are. I still have yet to see Kirk being nice. Tim probably hates my guts though. IF he's been reading this blog. I don't care, I still love him anyways! LOL!

Well, since most people these days seem to embrace negativity, I don't understand why me acting to fit in, is such an awful thing. People say I am very negative. Even my own sis has told me that. I used to treat people the way I want to be treated. Nowadays, my motto is more like treat them the same as how they've treated me. If someone is negative toward me, I will do the same to them. And yes, I admit I carry a grudge. My fatness is not the only thing I have in common with elephants.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Paul McCartney is Dead

I was reading an article yesterday that mentioned a scandal that took place in 1969 where someone posted somewhere that Paul McCartney was dead. You know, this happens all the time. More often than you think really. I don't know what causes people to do something like this. Sometimes, it's downright comical, I see people posting that a famous celebrity is dead, when they really are not. Paul McCartney, as far as I know, is alive and well, and has even made songs since that scandal took place. I don't know what anyone gains from passing on lies that someone is dead when they are not. But this happened to Paul McCartney and I also heard about it happening to Dane Cook. One of my Facebook friends said Dane Cook was dead, and he's really not, and another of my friends believed it and was in tears talking to me. I had to look that one up, and I assured her that Dane Cook is not dead. But that is a scandal that has been going on for years. Apparently he died in 2008 and in 2010.

I remember when I was in middle school, the other kids used to tell me Ray Walston was dead. But I knew he was not. Not back then! One boy even got snippy with me when I told him that was not true. That boy snapped, "YES HE IS!! GOD DAMMIT!!" But no matter how much that kid snapped at me, I knew Ray Walston was not dead back then. I honestly don't know where the kids in that school heard that one. This was before the internet. But that boy was decisively convinced Ray Walston was dead. It seemed nothing could convince him otherwise. Ray Walston did not really die until almost 20 years later. I had a little crush on him back then, I thought he was as cute as a button! I did some research and I just knew Ray Walston was still alive. What struck me funny was how angry that one boy got just because I told him Ray Walston was not dead. Was he one of those types of people that always had to be right at any cost? Would he have murdered Ray Walston just so he could be speaking the truth? I wonder. He sure got mad enough when I told him he was wrong. What is even funnier, after that boy said that to me and Ray Walston appeared on 2 new movies and even a new sitcom shortly after, instead of admitting he was wrong, that boy called me an ugly cat when we passed in the hallway at school.

I admit I don't exactly appreciate being called a cat! But I excused it coming from him. I was bound to get some bitterness from him since now he knew for sure I was right and he was wrong. That is IF he watched those movies and that sitcom. I take it he did though. The sitcom was made for teenagers. Actually, his actions made me laugh because even back then, I knew the type of person that boy was. He didn't even look me in the eyes when he cursed me out before.

Why do people do this? Do they want to see their favorite celebrities dead? Do they want to hurt the fans by telling them their favorite celebs are dead? Who knows? It all seems kinda sick to me. I sure don't know what I am going to do the day Timmy dies. I was heartbroken when I found out Michael died. And I didn't even know him. I just kissed him once. For all you wiseguys who want to connect me kissing Michael with his suicide, keep in mind, I kissed him back in 1991. Michael died in 1997. If me kissing him had anything to do with his death, why didn't he kill himself back in 1991 or 1992? Oh well! Who cares what the dumbasses think!? LOL! Besides, Michael probably didn't even know I kissed him. hehehe! He probably didn't even see me do it. When Timmy dies, I'll probably be very despondent. It'd be different with him, because I am a huge fan of his, and have been for several years. Plus, I've formally met him before. And I liked him a lot.

When Michael died, my interest in INXS had been on a 5-year hiatus, thanks to these people I worked for, Patti and Chris. I dropped everything I was interested in after working for them because I did not want anything around me that reminded me of my time with them. That included INXS, though I was not as into INXS during my time there as I was into Roxette. I dropped Roxette too, and haven't been back into them since. Not even when they came out with their new album in 2000. Though I still listen to their music, I just don't watch their videos, or drool over Per Gessle like I used to. But in 1997, for most of the year, I had all but forgotten about INXS. About a month before Michael died though, a very minute amount of interest in the band began to spark in my mind. It was enough that I began eyeing their pictures again. But just that. I wasn't watching their videos, I was not really drooling over Michael or any of the other band members then. I was just looking at their pics a little more often than I did for the previous 5 years.

This is how I am. I get into something, that interest lasts for a while, and then dissipates. In the beginning the feeling can be very strong. Like when I got back into INXS in 2005, after barely thinking of them for something like 4 years. My love for them came back with a vengeance! Like nothing ever before! That interlude started with a dream. But that's what keeps my life interesting. But anyways, thinking back, I wonder if I was sensing there was something the matter with Michael. I don't know why I would even think that, because in 1997 when I began thinking about INXS, I hadn't even thought about them for 5 years. But I began to get a bit of an interest in them again. I never saw Michael on TV, I hadn't yet heard (or heard OF) their new album. But for some reason, I began to have an interest in INXS again. It may have been almost like Michael was screaming through the air waves "help me" and I wanted to help him. I don't know. My interest started off very slow. As the month moved on, it began to grow little by little. Then I found out Michael was dead. I was just enough into INXS for that to have an impact on me.

I could sit here and type out what I was thinking second by second. But none of this is easy to explain. I know it sounds bizarre. But my instincts are very sharp. It has nothing to do with me knowing Michael or not. I wasn't his friend. I did not idolize him at the time any of this happened. I am crazy, but not to the point where I believe Michael and I can communicate with each other. Why would he want to communicate with me? We were not friends when he was living. Why would he speak to me after his death? I just think my growing interest in INXS back then was nothing more than pure instinct. I can't explain what triggered that instinct. I'll never be able to explain it. I don't claim to be Michael's friend or medium. I just have sharp instincts about people and things I care about. And at that time, I had cared about INXS at one time. Just that it was years before this incident. I think I still cared about them deep down inside. That's why this little pursuit arose in the first place.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The Return of Mushmouth

I was listening to some music the other day when it was raining outside, and one of the songs my MP3 player decided to play on Shuffle was an old song by an obscure group. The song was You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet by Figures on a Beach. It was their own version of that song, and a one-hit wonder. If you can even consider it that. Anyway, every time I ever hear that song, it makes me think of this character that used to always be a regular in Uncle Martin and the Gang's stories. His name was Mushmouth. You can still see him in many of our earlier stories. Yes, I did name him after the Fat Albert character, and yes in the beginning he did used to stutter, kindof like Porky Pig. But as he got older, I stopped his stuttering and he became an adult.

Mushmouth is one character that has gone through so many changes over the years. He made his very first appearance in 1988, it was an experimental thing back then. Honestly he was not supposed to be in my stories for very long. I had the name, but I didn't have a form. I wanted to make him a critter that matches the name, and the one animal that sprang to mind was an elephant seal. You can imagine how an elephant seal would talk if it could, with that long trunk getting in it's way. But a lot of the "cuteness" factor was gone on that animal. I wanted something that also was cute, as well as comical. Well, I loved lemurs, so I made him that, a lemur. A black and white ruffed lemur to be exact. This was a drawing I made of him in 1989:




 He's not only gone through those kind of changes, but also several name changes. Mostly because my sis had me convinced that the name "Mushmouth" sounds ridiculous. HA! This from a woman who now has a character in her line-up named "Great Falls"! In 1991, I was heavily into Roxette, so I changed Mushmouth's name then to "Gessle". But that name was silly to me, and I don't really like naming my characters after favorite musicians, so almost immediately I dropped "Gessle" and put Mushmouth to rest for a while. I brought him back in 1994, after I began my Metazoic project. This time, instead of him being a lemur, I turned him into a Metazoic Deinognathus. This was a pic I did back in 1996:

That was from the story titled "the Kidnappers", which is available on the UMG Productions website. I've always believed that if you change a character's name, you might as well change their entire character. I gave Mushmouth another break late in 1996, and brought him back after Michael Hutchence passed away. This time, I changed his name to Davy, and changed his physical appearance as well. Instead of a Metazoic Deinognathus, I made him a Metazoic Tamanoa, which is in the same family as the Deinognathus. You might say, in his first appearance, Mushmouth was "reborn" as Davy. This was a picture from 1997 that I did:


That was from the story "Gracie's Odyssey", which is also available on the UMG site. Both me and a friend named Cairo, wrote that story almost immediately after I heard Michael passed away. I was so distraught. Davy there lost his mother and friends in a former zoo, the world lost Michael. I remember when I first erected my prototype of the UMG Productions website, I got a message on my guestbook. Someone asked me what happened to Mushmouth. I don't know who that person was, but I told them to look for Davy. They are the same character. The way this person asked, I wondered if they were from my old voc school. Back then, Mushmouth was THE most popular character in my stories. Everyone loved him. Of course, I publicized him very well. He was even MY favorite character. LOL!

Well, this time I have decided to bring him back, my stories do best with Mushmouth in them. He brings a lot of humor to the stories. So, I want to bring him back, the way he was. Screw the new names, and new forms. Just bring Mushmouth the Deinognathus back, as just himself. Get ready!

Poody Dessa's Coming to Town

At the request of my sis, I made a little piece about Odessa, sang to the tune of Santa Claus is Coming To Town:


She’s fat and she’s sweet

And has little feet

As a good dog she cannot be beat

Poody Dessa’s coming to town

She cuddles and licks

And does little tricks

Licking is how she gets all her kicks

Poody Dessa’s coming to town

She licks you when you’re sleeping

She licks when you’re awake

She licks your face ‘till you’re all wet

So grab a towel for goodness sake!

Oh…

She has a sweet face

So blind she can’t chase

Yet she handles it all with rhythm and grace

Poody Dessa’s coming to town

I conjured this up a couple days ago, I am still trying to think of one for Minnie. I need a good tune. It must be a Christmas tune. I think I'll make a video of me doing these tunes and put it up around Christmas time. IF I have a computer then! I've been thinking of giving this one back. Going to have some hardships coming up for the next few months.

One Full Year

I can hardly believe it will be a full year this month that I moved in with ol' Patti. You know, I still have the emails she sent me. I put up an ad on Craigslist looking for anyone who might have had an apartment or room to rent me, and Patti answered my ad. She was one of several, but the reason I consented to move in with her was because first of all, I thought we had a lot in common. I had no idea she was really lying to me at that interview. Second of all, she lived closer to Ocean Shores, and I wanted to go back there so bad. I'd missed it living in Bozeman for a whole year. Far as I know, I did everything right. Those I did not do right, seemed to make Patti fly into an extreme rage, and place unrelenting doubts in her mind.

When I moved in with her, I was moving in blind. She had no set rules for that house, there was no contract signed and no money exchanged hands. When it came to food, she was dirty! She would put her mutt's food dish down on a cutting board that I was supposed to prepare food on, and that food dish had been outside, where the cats piss and shit, and birds take a shit, and there were bugs and mice, and the food dish was covered with the mutt's hair. And she wanted me to ignore that and eat toast that had been where that food dish was. And if there's still any doubt in your mind why I wanted out of that barbecue she wanted me to invite my mother and stepfather to, I looked on that grill, and there was a pair of dirty old work boots sitting right on the grill. No doubt they had been in areas where there were chickens and other animals, and I don't believe Patti would have gotten that grill clean enough to be safe to cook on. I prayed every day to GOD to get me out of that barbecue, and I truly believe HE answered my prayer when Patti kicked me out. Because I truly believe that would have been the only way out of that.

I remember after breakfast that first morning, I told Patti I wanted to sweep the floor, and it was a darn good thing I did! It felt nasty to walk on. When I swept, I noticed there was 3 inches of dirt on the floor. I didn't have to clean, like I said, there was no contract. Patti's brother told her he wanted a contract signed, but Patti didn't want to do it. So, I didn't have to do any chores I didn't want to. I was not bounded to. The only reason I did them was because I wanted to. But since no contracts were signed, I could have said no to Patti, and there was nothing she could legally do about it, except throw me out, since it was her (brother's) house. In the end, I got what I wanted. She did look shocked when she told me I was being kicked out and I said "cool!" hehehehe!

You know what is strange? The very day I was kicked out of Patti's brother's house, I got an email. In fact, it was some time after she told me that I was kicked out. It was a strange email. Someone answered my ad, and said they were from Elma. Well, I happen to know Patti's brother had moved to Elma as his house was being sold. The strange thing about the email was it was from someone else who lived on a farm in Elma, and they said I would have to pay them $450 a month (which is what Patti was asking) and I would have to get up every morning to work on their farm. This person said they didn't want any slobs, or anyone who wants to live a soft life. I saw that email, and I said "Fuck them!! If I have to work on their farm, they should be paying me to live there! Not me paying them!" I threw that email away, and did not even respond.

Later on, I actually figured out it must have been either Patti or her brother that sent me that email. The fact the person (who apparently didn't know me) mentioned the word "slobs" gave it away. The email may even have been written by a friend of Patti's, that she put up to emailing me that sappy offer. I wouldn't put it past Patti to do something like that. She was just crazy enough. I wouldn't move in with another one like Patti though if she promised to pay me $1000 a month. The only time I will ever move in with anymore roommates is if I own the house, and I set the rules. Then I will get to pick who I live with. But NO ONE like Patti ever again!!! In fact, I intend to look deep into the person's background, contact all living family members and see what they are like. Sometimes the family is a good indication of what that one individual is going to be like. Patti, for example, told me she has one sister that is a hoarder. A person who hoards is screaming for help. They have some real problems in their life. Plus, the thing Patti mentioned about her ex-husband being a beater. Normal women do not marry a man who beats them. And most who do, married the man after only knowing that person for a few weeks. That's definitely a sign that person is crazy. Also, I remember there was this picture of a very ugly woman on Patti's brother's desk, and it looked like there was once a man in the picture that had been cut out. It might have been Patti's father. And he wouldn't have been cut out unless there was some deep, dark resentment toward him from the family. Another good indicator that Patti's family has some major problems.

Well, I learned my lesson. Stay away from lonely, childless, 50+ year old women who claim their husband beat on them. They are not right in the head! Before I moved in there though, I thought it was going to be my dream place. At least until I could move to Oregon. But after I moved in, there were so many things I found out was wrong that I had no idea about before I moved in. I couldn't even use the dishwasher because Patti said running the hot water was too expensive. She was definitely a penny-pincher. She could pinch a penny until Abraham Lincoln turned blue! Patti did not know I used the washer and drier while I was there, or she might have made me wash my clothes in the river and dry them on a rock! That would have really sucked!! Believe me, she did not hurt my feelings when she ordered me to move out! I would have been more depressed if I'd had to stay there any longer! I was depressed enough that my ma wouldn't come and get me that night, and I had to stay there for another night. When my ma came the next day, I was so excited and relieved to be going back to them. That was sheer delight!

Well, that was a year ago. I haven't seen Patti since. Not that I miss her, or want to see her. I pray to GOD I never see her again! I don't even want to hear from her again. She's out of my life, I'm grateful, and thankful to GOD for getting me out of there. I like where I am now, I enjoy it. And the people here are so helpful. Even though for the most part, I keep to myself. My new neighbor, his name is Michael, even has a fascinating dog. It's a medium Portuguese Podengo. It's a rather rare breed, his is named Pete. And he is cute!! He was amazed I know what a Portuguese Podengo is. I've been studying dogs for a LONG time! Over 30 years. When you've been studying dogs that long, there are no breeds that surprise you. The only things that surprise me are these designer mutts. But they aren't breeds. They're just mutts that stupid people put these weird names on to make them sound like official breeds so they can charge thousands of dollars for them. I think I am even becoming close friends with my other neighbors, John and Lori. They're pretty cool, and John has helped me quite a bit since I've been here.

Ya know, my father does not like me asking them for help, but Lori came to me one day and asked me why I haven't asked John for anymore help. She said he likes helping me out. He really cares. And I don't mean "cares" like in Patti's lingo. To Patti, "caring" means to control me and butt her nose into my business. But Lori and John are nothing like that! And Lori loves Vegas and Minnie. In fact I am going to let her take care of the dogs while I am over to my partner's place bringing him back here. I know the dogs will be taken care of.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

My Versions of Christmas Songs

I did a little project this morning. I'm taking popular Christmas songs and putting my own words to their tunes. I write about things I know. I must say my work has been very creative. But that's me, I love creativity. I wish I could always be creative. I was watching Herbie Rides Again last night, and I was reminded of ol' Andy, back in Bozeman. I even wrote a psalm about him. He looks just like Keenan Wynn, who always played a Mr. Hawk. He even has his temper. The resemblance is totally uncanny. Anyway, this is the song I wrote about him, to the tune of Frosty the Snowman:


Andy the blowman

Was as stinky as could be

Never took a bath

And talks lots of crap

Cuz he’s not like you and me

Oh…

Andy the blowman

Likes to have sex with his dog

Makes a pass at one

And the women run

Cuz his face looks like a hog

He must have skipped his bath that day he whooped and raged about

For when he charged right through those doors, his stench nearly knocked me out

UGH…

Andy the blowman

Is a pedophile you see

When he gets all wild

He will rape his child

Then he has a jubilee
 
See, this is creativity. Andy wouldn't know what that is. To him, being creative is calling fat people "fat" or calling an animal lover a "cow" and telling fat people they need to lose weight. LOL!! But his was just the beginning. I made one for Vegas too, sang to the tune of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer:


Vegas the spotted Booby

Had some very tiny feet

And if you ever saw them

You would even say they’re sweet

All of the other boobies

Didn’t seem to have a prayer

When Vegas would walk by them

All they did was sit and stare

Cuz when Vegas showed his feet

His mommy would just squee

“Vegas with your feet so small

I love to hug you like a doll”

Oh how his mommy loved him

As she shouted out with glee

“Vegas the spotted booby

You have got such teeny feet!”

Let me clarify, in my language, "booby" refers to any small dog. I call them all boobies, because they are just so darn cute!! And the use of the word "blow" when I am referring to Andy, means "obnoxious" or "damned". Enjoy these!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Onision Is A Liar!

It's official! Onision is a fucking liar! Seriously, I knew before he was a pedophile, and there really was a hint of doubt that he is a liar and a manipulator. I didn't think he was that good at doing that. Then I saw one of his debate videos, where someone said he was banned from Vidcom. Onision dug his own grave with that debate. He said he was banned from Vidcom for his own safety because people were threatening to go to Vidcom and throw meat, milk and eggs at him. I believe people may have threatened to do that, but I don't believe Onision was banned for that reason at all. He was banned because he's an asshole and probably flirted with young girls in their teens. Who really knows? Onision won't admit it. He maintains that he was banned for his own safety. Let me tell you something about that. NOBODY is EVER banished from ANYWHERE for their own safety!!! If someone is going to be banned from any event, it would be the people making the threats, NOT the VICTIM!! Someone may have advised Onision not to go to Vidcom, but I doubt he was banned for his own safety. So, I know he was lying about that!

I remember when I went to the Schnitzer Hall in Portland for a special INXS concert/meet and greet, someone alerted me that the delusional mods were talking about me attending that concert, and told me to be careful because of it. But I was not banned for my own safety from going there. That's because that just does not happen. As he always does, Onision is covering up something that he did that he shouldn't have done at his last Vidcom. The delusional mods did not keep me from going to that concert. I would not have cared if they threatened to jump me from behind a building, I was not going to be swayed from going to that concert. Not by them anyways. The only thing I would ever let keep me from going to a concert is INXS themselves. And if that ever happened, and I knew why, I would not be saying that I was banned for my own safety.

That's what I find totally annoying about Onision, he uses words and phrases to cover up his evil doings, and he calls it "comedy". If you look at the video he did after he killed his pet tortoise, you will see him constantly contradicting himself and making up excuses. Check it out!

Onision Goes Full Retard

Not only that, but several people called the WA state Animal Control Welfare office on him and reported that he killed his tortoise in a cruel and vicious manner. Then Onision has the gall to say that his tortoise did not die because he baked it to death, that it had a panic attack instead because of construction noises going on in his neighborhood! UGH that makes me mad!!! I want to wring Onision's neck for that one!!! Tortoises do not die of panic attacks from construction noises! Not in a matter of 2 or 3 hours!! Their metabolism is so slow, it would literally take days for a tortoise to die if it had a panic attack!! And tortoises, like dogs and cats, can get used to anything in their environment, including construction noises. The workers would have had to be within inches of that tortoise in order to even remotely cause it to have a panic attack!! I know animals, I've been studying animals a LOT longer than Onision, or any of his fanboys, have been alive. And I can tell you all now, putting a plastic bin over the tortoise for 3 hours is going to cause it to bake. It was 75-80 degrees in Seattle that day, I remember, I was here. That means it would have been over 100 degrees in that plastic bin. Yes a tortoise can handle that heat, but NOT for 3 hours!!! The most a tortoise would bask in heat like that would probably be 30-40 minutes, then they start looking for shade.

This young lady calls out Onision's actions, and she said she was the first to call Animal Welfare in Seattle:

Onision Murders an Animal and Tries to Justify It

Its nearly an hour long, but what she says is interesting. Onision needs to learn to take responsibility for his actions, instead of sitting around, making excuses, and calling everyone who knows more than he does "dumb", "stupid" or "retarded". Oh! And my favorite one: "haters". Onision does not understand what a "hater" is! He doesn't have any real "haters". He has people who simply call him out on his bullshit. He should take a lesson from me. If I am wrong, I admit it. If I am proven wrong. And I don't try to make up any excuses, and I don't try to hide it. The dirty dozen thinks I try to hide it. But then again, the dirty dozen thinks "Maan" doesn't exist, and they know damn well he does. They just don't want to admit that they know who he is. But if I am wrong, I admit it and if I feel the other person's claim is true, I apologize for being wrong. For example, the people back in Bozeman, after the dirty dozen mob showed them this blog. The ONLY person I apologized to was Deb, because she proved me wrong. But I did not apologize to anyone else. Not Kim, not Andy, and not Mike, nor anyone else! And even Deb eventually found out that I was right about Mike. They are divorced now! hehe! But I refused to apologize to him because he was in fact acting like an asshole. He acted like an asshole at the time I wrote those blog posts about him to me AND my dogs! Karen was there, she saw and heard it all. If Mike had apologized to me and my dogs, I might have said I was sorry to him, and took those posts about him down. But he didn't. Instead, he started growling at me like an animal, which only proved to me that my instincts about him were correct.

But the point is if I am wrong, I admit it, I take it back, and I don't do the same thing again, and I don't make any excuses why whatever happens, happens. But Onision makes excuses every step of the way, and interrupts people who talk to him, and he tries to justify his actions by making up lies, like the Vidcom thing. I get so frustrated watching his videos, and he is expecting a child! I can only hope that his present wife will have the good sense to take her child and leave Onision. I pray she does. Hopefully she will watch some of these videos that expose Onision. But more likely she won't. Her child will probably be 7 years old before she finally gets the message. By that time, Onision will have a much bigger impact on that child's behavior than would be acceptable. Pray for that child! That's all I can say.