Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by sheer honesty, or you think me having my own opinions is "being negative", then this is not the place for you, and I suggest you leave and head elsewhere. I call a spade a spade, and I don't sugarcoat anything.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

KICK Cancer's Ass!

Sometimes you kick. Sometimes you get kicked, baby! Well, this morning I heard about Kirk's battle against prostate cancer. I didn't know he was even sick! That's terrible news! Apparently it was diagnosed a couple years ago, and it was an aggressive form of prostate cancer. If it hadn't been diagnosed as early as it was, Kirk would have been a goner!! Oh my GOD!! That is so close!! I felt bad for Kirk! I know I've been disappointed with him in the past, but putting my personal feelings aside, I must say I am so glad Kirk is now cancer-free. I hope he continues to be cancer-free for many years to come, and he lives a long life only to die at the age of 130 of natural causes. I want that for all the guys! I love these guys!

Well, I have since forgiven Kirk. I'm no longer angry with him. Well, I don't think I was ever "angry", per se. I was disappointed. I expected him to be friendlier than he was. If anything bad were to happen to Kirk, I'd feel sad. Just like when Michael died, and when Timmy got hurt really bad. When I heard this morning Kirk had been battling cancer, I was worried. It scared me! My biggest fear was something bad was going to happen to him. Like he would have a relapse, or he didn't catch it in time. I lost my Michael. I could not handle anymore INXS-related sadness! It'd just about kill me! No matter what my feelings about Kirk were in the past. That does not matter.

Well, Kirk had the infected prostate removed and he was cured. No radiation or chemotherapy was needed. He is doing fine now. Thank GOD! And I do hope he continues to go on and on cancer-free! I mean that with all my heart and soul. To Kirk: I love you man! Keep Kicking cancer's ass!!! Cancer sucks!! I hope someday it gets completely eradicated. There is no doubt in my mind Kirk will completely win this battle. He's strong! Just like my Timmy.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Michael Was Murdered!!

I have to say this, I cannot emphasize it enough. I truly believe my Michael was murdered. I think Bob Geldof was possibly the one who set it up too. I cannot believe Michael would have killed himself. He had too much to live for. He had a daughter that he loved more than anything, so I just find it so hard to believe he killed himself. Though I know Michael was facing some issues toward the end, and losing his senses of taste and smell was no picnic for him. Plus he had to go on a tour that I know he didn't want to go on. He also had some problems with things that were said about him in the press. Poor guy, that would be overwhelming to anyone. But I just have a hard time believing he actually killed himself.

Why someone did not reach out and help him after that incident with Oasis at the Brit Awards is beyond me. That clearly hurt his ego. He was already faced with the possibility of INXS not being thought of as "cool" anymore. Noel's remark about Michael being a "has-been" just made matters worse. Well, look who the "has-beens" are now! LOL!! Oasis are down the tube. They are Beetles wannabes, and ripped off a lot of music by those who were more successful than they were, thinking that it might make them popular again. Eventually, Oasis are going to be completely forgotten. I know I haven't heard but one song by them (a song which totally sucked tiger balls!) But INXS, they are a different story. Thanks to the movie, INXS are becoming big again! Now the younger generation is learning to love them, and I am so happy to see that! Every time I hear of someone younger than 30 years old who say they love INXS, it makes me so happy! It's like a Christmas present for me. I've held my devotion to INXS all these years. I'm hoping these young people just learning about them will continue to do the same. Yes, I have been known to get out of INXS for periods of time, but I always go back to them. I love the music, lyrics, I love the guys, I love the inspiration they've given me, and I love hearing stories by other fans of how INXS inspired them or had some impact in their lives. Anyone who does not believe INXS can have a profound effect on their lives, listen to the song Kiss the Dirt. Listen to it closely. It's a hauntingly beautiful song! With meaningful lyrics.

Well, I just cannot believe Michael would have killed himself. I think he was murdered! I was not there, and I am no psychic. I am not Michael's medium either. I have really nothing to do with the guy, aside from being a loyal fan. But judging by what clues were left behind I have a scenario in my mind about what may have happened after Michael's conversation with Michelle Bennett, who was the last known person to hear Michael's voice. I have no proof of this, and no expertise as a CSI, this is just what I think happened. Bob Geldof often told how Michael got threatening in his call to him. Well, I think because Geldof is above the law in England, and the Australian authorities could not do anything about him being from another country, Geldof hired some hitmen in Australia to break into Michael's hotel room that night, possibly through the window. There may have been 2 or 3 of them, who knows? One guy held Michael in the room at gunpoint, while the other probably filled the bathtub with water, as it was found to be full when Michael was found. They had Michael strip naked, allowed him to call one person, so he called the 2 people he trusted most; his manager in NY and Michelle. Michelle was the only one to pick up the phone. The hitmen beat Michael unconscious and then took him into the bathroom and put him in the tub, then held his head underwater until eventually he drowned. They didn't want to shoot him because that would be too obvious, and they would have to fix his fingers to make it look like he shot the gun himself. So, as a final slap in the face, they arranged it to make it look like Michael died by autoerotic asphyxiation.

They dried him off and tied his leather belt around the door frame and the other half around his neck, and stood him up, then dropped him to make it look like he choked himself and then left by the window, arranging it so he could be found that way, and no one would question the cause of his death. Of course this is just my detailed idea of how I think Michael would have been murdered. I don't know for sure if this is how it really happened. But I just cannot believe that Michael killed himself. Bob Geldof had a motive, he wanted Lily. Well, he got Lily! Sadly enough. Geldof is apparently above the law, so they won't do anything about him. So if anybody killed him, or had him killed, it had to be Geldof. I can't stand that man! I only have a smidgen of respect for him because he took in Lily and raised her seemingly well. But for what he did to my Michael, I will forever hate him!

Subject change. Ya know, ever since I started talking about getting a cat, I've had a bigger appreciation for them. LOL! I expected this to happen. I am still not a cat-fag though. I may learn to like them, but I am never going to gain fag-status. I haven't even fully made up my mind if I am going to get one! Before I do, I want to make absolutely positively certain it's what I want. I don't want to go out and get one only to get rid of it a year from now! I want to feel 201% comfortable with this choice before I go out and get one. I haven't had a cat in years. I want to feel completely good about the choice I make. I want to think of the animal as my family, like I always did with my dogs. And if I do decide to get one, it's going to be MY choice!! Not the dirty dozen's! Not the evil INXS fan's! Not my family's. Just mine. And I'm not going to get 3 or 5 or 20 cats. One is enough! If I do get one, I want to get that Litter Genie, that would be the best thing! Then I don't even have to pick up after it. It can be flushed down the toilet.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Little Memory Bits

Sometimes I sit and think of things and long-lost memories seem to come back at random times. Sometimes they are triggered by little things in my environment. Sometimes they come back in dreams, and then I wake up thinking "Oh! I remember that now!" Now that I am getting older, things that I have long forgotten are beginning to come back to me. And all my life, I've heard  nothing but "When you get older, you forget things more and more!" My grandma was a great visual aid to that concept. But now that I am in my 40s, I'm finding things I haven't thought of in years, even things I've forgotten, are beginning to come back to me. This morning, I've had one such flashback. It was once again about Michael, and it was triggered by looking at one of my oldest pics I still have of him and the gang. It was seemingly insignificant at the time because I was not fully into INXS, though it happened at a time I was beginning to get back into them. It happened on November 23, 1997.

That was the day me and my sis spent with ma in Buckley. She had come up from Salem to spend the weekend with us and grandma. Well she spent Saturday, the 22nd with grandma, and she spent Sunday, the 23rd, with me and my sis, and we went to Buckley. Buckley is a small town, but we managed to find an antique store that was open. We went inside and had some fun. One of the things about that trip that I remember the most was when I went upstairs and there was a big, old western-style saddle. I hopped on it and pretended to be riding a horse, like a real cowgirl! LOL! There was even an old cowboy hat, and I put it on. hehehe! That was my kiddie-style fun! The last thing on my mind was INXS. The saddle cost $25 and if I'd had it at the time, I would have bought it! Just because of that memory! Especially knowing now what was about to be in store for me the next day!

Well, that night, ma decided to leave back for Salem, and my sis and I were on our own. Now, this is the memory that came back to me from that night. Every night, I usually would go back into the family room, which was a room converted from part of the old garage. I usually kept my pics, stories and drawings back there. I had one pic of INXS back then. Only one. And it was covered with dust. At that time, I had just begun to get back into those guys, and it had been coming on little by little. That night, I dusted off that picture, and I started to look at the image of Michael. Then I remember I started to feel sad. I looked at him as if it were the last time I would ever see him. I thought then, I was feeling sad because ma was gone back to Salem, and I wouldn't see her again for a couple weeks. That usually happened. Especially after such a fun day as we had that day. Keep in mind, at this time, I had no idea Michael was already dead, and had been dead since the day before, Saturday the 22nd. I could not figure out why looking at his image on that picture made me feel so sad.

It wasn't until around midnight the next night I found out Michael was gone. It was a complete shocker to me! This is one of those memories that had been stashed away in my memory bank and forgotten until just this morning, when I was looking at his picture again. A picture I have now seen many times, and still hadn't thought of that memory. It only just came back to me this morning. I can't say for sure what triggered that memory, like I said, they've been coming back to me at random times, a little at a time. I have the distinctive feeling more may still yet come. Lots of things happened during that time period when I was just beginning to love INXS again in 1997. I didn't even care that Princess Diana was gone! Everyone who has seen these blogs for the past 10 years knows how I am when I begin to fall in love with someone, or something. IT becomes the only thing on my mind! Nothing else is important. But I was never a fan of Princess Diana to begin with. So, her death meant nothing to me anyways.

All these little memories are starting to come back to me now, even though it is too late to act on them, as far as being with Michael was concerned. But I would have killed to have had a chance to marry him. No other man has ever made me feel the way Michael did. I haven't been in love with another man since the first time I saw Michael. I would have fought Paula to the death to get him! Believe me! I'm not even a violent person! But I would have killed for him, that's for sure! Michael was the only man I ever fell in absolute love with on first sight. I heard when the right man comes along, the woman knows it. Well, I think Michael was my man. Though I often wonder how many other women can say they had the same exact feeling the first time they saw Michael. I'm sure I wasn't the only one. I was thin back then, and supposedly beautiful (lots of other men and boys had the hots for me) though I've always been self-conscious of my looks. I never thought I was beautiful, which is probably why I never went for Michael. I figured he'd look at me and think the same thing. Besides the fact that rock stars never marry fans. I knew that, even back then. But then again, look at Paula. She was perhaps uglier than I ever was, and Michael fell for her. So, looking at what he eventually wound up with (that also eventually killed him), I think maybe I should have acted on my hunch. Perhaps I would be Mrs. Michael Hutchence by now, and Michael himself would still be alive today!

Monday, June 22, 2015

The Goodness of Forums

Well, I don't go into online forums anymore, like Pluba or the Switch forum, I go into groups on Facebook. I've been more active lately on them, and I notice it's turning me into a more social person. Before I started going to these groups, I'd completely ignore friends of friends who were not on my own friends list. But lately that has been changing. I'm no longer that distant and anti-social. I've been finding myself conversing with complete strangers now. That's one thing I've learned by going into these groups. Though when I join a group, I feel I have to converse with others. Otherwise, what's the point in joining in the first place? Doesn't make sense to not speak when you are spoken to. So, in groups I've always been far more social than when I am just conversing with friends on Facebook. The only time I don't respond when I am spoken to in a group is after I completely feel I've had my say. One thing I learned is that people don't like it when you go on and on, they think you're getting irrational. I don't want to present that kind of picture, so after I have said everything I felt I need to say, I leave the conversation.

That was how the dirty dozen mob operated, always going on and on and on, for days, even weeks! Their main target was always this person who called herself Passion Wolf, or Purfect Dream. She was a cat breeder, and they used to hound her on the forum all the time! The biggest mistake Passion Wolf always made was that she would respond to each and every insult the dirty dozen threw at her. That always made the attacks on her go on for days, even weeks. I've seen it before go on for weeks. The dirty dozen is a lot like Roger, the idiot from Bozeman; they aren't happy unless they are bitching about something. Anything! They don't care what. As long as they are angry and bitching, that's what flares their orgasms. LOL! Gotta love the dirty dozen mob! Yeah right!! Like a pack of rats!!! If they can't find something to bitch about, they make something up. And it's almost always something they can be accused of themselves. Yet when they do it, it's OK.

Over the years of going into forums and conversing with strangers, another thing I've learned is when to not say anything at all. Though sometimes that is hard. I'm hard-wired to speak my mind, and I've been doing it a lot more lately. I remember way back when Mcgillicutty was an innocent girl, she showed me the Chihuahuas she was breeding back then, and I spared her feelings by not saying what poor quality they were. After she went bonkers, I realized that was maybe a mistake. I should have been honest with her to begin with. I try to approach everything with finesse, but when I feel something needs to be said, I say it. Sometimes I do talk out of turn. Like when the people on this group were posting pics of Aiden Turner and I thought that was inappropriate on a group that was only supposed to be about Michael and the things in his life. Well, the mod got angry earlier that morning because one person left the group and didn't discuss the problems she was having with the group with the mod, so on that note, I decided this time to tell the mod how I felt, and I did.

Well, when I brought up how I felt, the mod got somewhat angry. She said if he was good enough to present on the official site, it's good enough for the group. Then my initial thought was "Oh OK. So that's your game, eh?" LOL! So now when I see people talking about Aiden Turner on the group, I either ignore or throw in a few "yuks". I still am not a fan of his. I still don't like him. I like the fact he likes dogs though. That's a rarity nowadays.

Ya know, people think dogs are dumb. Dogs cannot be too dumb! The canids are a much older family than the felines. Canines have been on Earth for 60 million years, and still going strong! Felines have only been on Earth for about 20 million years, and they are starting to go extinct. In fact if it weren't for human interference, felines would be completely wiped out by now. Many species already have such a low sperm count they have to be artificially inseminated by humans. One of the things I'm always hearing from cat fags is "dogs are cowardly". My goodness!! If there's one thing a dog is not, it's a coward! They didn't survive the extinction event that killed the dinosaurs by being stupid! Next time a gunman breaks into your house, see if your fat cat saves your life. I know my dogs would! HA! More likely, the dumb cat will save it's own ass. Not even give any thought about your's. Then come back and try to convince me that dogs are the cowards! Yes there is a video that went viral of a cat apparently saving a toddler from a dog attack. But that's just ONE video! And frankly, I never believed the cat attacked that dog to save the kid. I think the cat most likely did it to save it's self. The last thing on that cat's mind would have been the toddler. It was just coincidence that it attacked the dog as the dog was attacking the child and it was caught on camera.

My guess is the cat has probably attacked that dog more than once, and the kid was never present at the time. I just don't believe for one second the cat attacked the dog solely to save the child.

On the other hand, I do enjoy that video because it proves what I've said all along. In high school, there was this boy named Steven Smith, and he didn't believe me when I said a cat can whip a dog, even a pit bull! He even laughed at me. That video proves I was correct about that. Cats have more  natural weapons than dogs. Foxes have retractable claws too, that are very sharp. But they haven't learned yet to use them in their defense. They use their claws specifically for climbing. Foxes are about the coolest carnivores! I like them. They don't deserve the bad rap they've been getting over the years past.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

No Shows For Vegas!

Last week, the news had filtered that a bus with show breeders/handlers and their dogs crashed, killing everyone and every dog onboard. That's sad! I don't feel much for the breeders or handlers, but I am sad the dogs died. And I remember when Vegas was little, I was trying to decide whether to show him or not. When I went to my last specialty show was when I made up my mind. I decided I did not want to show Vegas. I could have! LORD knows he's good enough! But I didn't want to! Partly because one show breeder I saw there gave me and my sister dirty looks after talking with Rio Bellon. It showed me that show breeders are despicable people. It's odd how I didn't learn that in the beginning. I could have handed Vegas over to a handler, but after hearing news like this, I am so glad I didn't!

At the time of that specialty show, I had just lost Groucho and I was still agonizing over that. Someone I spoke to told me that I could give Vegas to a handler and that handler could take him and show him. I thought about it, but then I realized Vegas would be out of my sight. My Groucho had just died and I was holding on to Vegas like he was my security blanket. My lifeline. I just couldn't stand the thought of him being taken away from me. He was, in the truest sense, all I had then. And if anything like this crash had happened to him, I'd have really been distraught! No telling what would have become of me if Vegas had died while he was out of my sight. So that is why I never showed Vegas, and never became a show breeder.

I should have learned show breeders are dumbasses when Bischi went behind my back and brought up my name in a forum I am not a member of. Typical show breeder morale. They LOVE to do that to other people. They HATE it when it is done to them, but they LOVE doing it to other people. Particularly if you're just beginning in the show world. Personally, I don't care. My name is already out there with my books and stories and videos. It's more the principle of the thing. Like, if you're going to talk about me, at least say what you have to say to my face, or at least on a public forum so I can have a chance to read or respond if I want to. Most of the time, I wouldn't do either anyways. But still! I write about people here all the time, and the comments are open if anyone wants to respond. If they don't want to respond, that's fine too. I don't usually respond either to negative things said about me. But my point is, my blog is open to all, and they have a chance to respond if I say something they don't like about them on here. But Bischi went into a private forum and said things about me for everyone there to read. I'd rather she did it out in the open like I do here.

Well, that was my first bad encounter with evil show breeders. That is why I am prejudice against them. I usually don't like bigots. But show breeders deserve nothing but bigotry. They should be hated and despised. They treat others like dirt. They look down on other people. They do evil things to other people, and then turn around and gripe when the same thing is done to them. They usually don't converse with anyone unless it's another established show breeder. It's like my grandma described people of different races back in her day. They never associated interracially then. If they did, it was extremely rare, just like show breeders don't associate with the average person. If they do, it's very rare. And that would be a special kind of show breeder. The kind I actually like because they are a diamond in the rough.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Big Egos And Small Minds

My sis and I were talking last night. I noticed Deb is no longer in her friends list on Facebook. Well, she hadn't been talking to my sis in a long time. So she deleted her. She said "I believe you when you say Deb has a big ego". I was like "I told you so!" I noticed that long ago. She could be a very sweet person, I liked her. But that darn ego of her's always got in the way! Now her husband Mike, I didn't like too much. Apparently he treated her like crap. He always looked mean and stoned. They never seemed to be a real couple. They didn't seem to be in love with each other. They never did things together, except occasionally going out to McDonald's to eat. But she would go on trips without him, and he would go on trips without her. He rarely, if ever, smiled. But he really showed his true colors when he shouted names at my sis from inside his apartment. That told me he was a petty, immature, stupid man, who hated women and saw corruption in everyone except himself. No wonder his own daughter hates him. HAHA! If only Mike could see my sis now!! She's lost 100 pounds!! He probably weighs more than she does now! And probably still has that big beer gut.

Anyways, I usually don't like people with big egos. That's why I don't like the mod in this one group anymore, Karin. She has a big ego. I've been accused of being narcissistic, and having a big ego myself. Mostly by Viergacht. Remember him? His biggest complaint about me was he thought I was narcissistic. LOL! But he didn't know any better. I'm just very sure of myself. That may seem like narcissism to an inexperienced person. But believe me, there is nothing narcissistic about me. I can handle criticism. I often criticize myself. In fact, I often call myself "fat" or "ugly" and I know I am. But the thing with me is I've found a way to turn those negatives into positives, and I can laugh at myself as well. A narcissist doesn't do that. Now, the dirty dozen mob is full of narcissists. They only see other peoples' faults, not their own. And if you corner them with their faults and failures, they come out name-calling and fighting.

Well, there is a HUGE difference between having a big ego, and just being very sure of yourself. When you are sure of yourself, you don't feel the need to defend yourself. That is why I stopped responding to negative comments about me. A person who has a big ego always feels the need to defend themselves. And they often put down others who criticize them to make themselves feel better. Like when Karin said I have bad taste in men, and then said she has excellent taste in men. That's the sure sign of someone who has a big ego. On the other hand, a person who is very sure of themselves does not just stand and defend themselves because they don't feel the need to. Note I did not try to convince Karin I had good taste in men. Mostly because I know my taste is different. I'm fully aware of that, and thus I didn't feel the need to defend my position. I know my taste is right for me. I'm not trying to impress her or anyone else. I'm not trying to agree or disagree with anyone else. I just state what I feel and that's it. I still think Aiden Turner is ugly!! LOL!!

Well, once again, I cannot say I hate the guy anymore. At least he likes dogs. So he can't be a bad person. He does have a cute dog too.

But anyways, that is why I am just very sure of myself. It may seem like narcissism, but believe me, it's not. I do a lot of things a narcissist doesn't do. If anything, Viergacht was the narcissist, not me. LOL! He went on for days bashing me, my Metazoic project, my friends, my family, my dogs, everything. I didn't bash him. Not to the extent he bashed me. LOL! If I had been an egg, I'd have been scrambled! hehehe! Katrina did jump in and defend me though. I've asked her many times not to do that. She thought though she was trying to help, she says I don't defend myself well enough so she jumps in. The reason is like I said here before; I don't defend myself because I just don't feel the need to. When you're right, and you know you are, you don't have to rub anyone else's nose in it. I was right about Viergacht, and the dirty dozen mob, and Deb, and Karin.

Speaking of which, yesterday I got an interesting PM from another mod in the group I am in, someone has been backstabbing, and it is someone on my friends list. Hmm. Probably someone who has read this blog and thought I was talking about Maria, and went in there to tell her. They got it wrong. I like Maria. It's Karin I don't like. She's the only one. Tell her if you want to tell anyone. She'll probably just give them a big "so what" anyways. LOL! When I got that PM, the first thing I wondered was if it may have been the dirty dozen mob again. But I don't think they can hide their M.O. on Facebook. Not without eventually being discovered. It was someone calling themselves Hutchierookie and Freedom Take Me Deeper. I don't know who they are, but Maria said they are on my friends list. I've seen Hutchierookie around, and he has some cool pics of Michael. I don't know who he is though. Well, Maria said they said some things about her. Gosh! I wonder what kind of things they said about me? LOL! I may never know, because by the time I got on the group again, the posts were gone. Doesn't matter anyways.

Well, I gotta congratulate my sis! She's lost 100 pounds! I told her I am so proud of her! But also a little bit jealous. LOL! More proud than jealous though. Well, not too jealous really. I did let myself go a bit living in the van for a couple months. But I am getting back on track. Getting this treadmill of my own that I can keep in my own apartment will aid in that. And I work out on it every day! For at least an hour. If I am not doing that, I am at the docks doing my 4-mile walk. I did that today. But it was quite a walk! The wind is blowing something awful. Going towards Safeway was easy, because I was going the direction of the wind, but heading back to the bridge was harder because I had to fight against the wind. There were times I had to slant into the wind, and it almost knocked me down today! That wind was fierce!!! Usually though, that is a pleasant walk, I love it.

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Maybe I Should...

Damn! I did some thinking today and I was thinking "Maybe I should get a cat". I don't know why I was thinking that. I don't even like cats that much! Well, yes in a way I do know why I was thinking that. I was looking back to all the years previously that I did have cats, and noticed there is a significant pattern. As story writing goes, those were some of my most productive years. Cats do something to your brain. They carry parasites that actually get into your brain and makes it run amuck. Cat owners feel nothing but pleasure, which is why cat owners think they cannot live without a cat. Really they can, but the parasites that get into their brain makes them think they cannot. It has the same effect as ecstasy, and heroin, and other familiar street drugs. Only difference is, owning a cat is not going to land the person in jail. Sometimes I think it should. Especially these people who want to own 5 or 10 or 20 cats altogether. I'd never do that! It may be cute and fun for the owner, but really it's not good for the cats.

I don't really like cats too much. I like a few breeds, but I'd rather have a dog instead. Dogs can't climb on my kitchen counters, and if a cat was to get on my counters, especially if I were cooking something, I'd want to kill the damn thing! And they like to get up there and knock things over, like my clean plates, and paper towels, and pots and pans, and I won't have that!! That is exactly why I never want to own another cat again as long as I live. But looking back, on the years when I used to have cats, those were some of my biggest story-writing years ever. I had ideas flowing in my head like water! I got Amadeus (a Siamese) in 1987 and had him until 1990, when my pa made me get rid of him. But during that time, I made a lot of stories, including some with the now famous Uncle Martin and his gang. Those became very popular. I had so many story ideas flowing through my head, I couldn't keep up with the drawings I had to do!

In 1992, we got another cat, and that was when I did the entire Batman series for UMG. Those may or may not get put up on the site, I haven't made up my mind about that. It's Batman, but it's UMG characters playing the parts of Batman and his arch-villains. It's not the real Batman, and not meant to be. But yet, there may still be some conflict with DC Comics if I put them up. But it's a shame I cannot put them up, if I cannot get in contact with DC Comics, because they were some of my greatest creations yet! In 1994, our cat had kittens, and the following year was when I came out with more stories. I had a surge of story ideas then, as you can see on the site. In 1996 we got the Persians, and that year, and in 1997 and 98 I had a flood of story ideas, many of which can also be seen on the site. Among the stories I wrote in those years was Gracie's Odyssey and Vacation Time (With The Gang), and the prototype to INXS Goes to Mount St. Helens.

I got rid of the Persians in 1998, and for a couple years after, still had some story ideas. I guess the parasites from those dang cats were still taking over my mind. Then in 2002, we had a cat for a while, and again, I had a surge of ideas. These have not yet been put up on the site, but there are some good stories from that year that I fully intend on putting up. But in the years since, when I didn't have a cat, story ideas have been a little bit harder to come by. Though I completed some in 2007, they were a very rare case, and I haven't had much in the way of story ideas since. But Cathy, my friend, has always had cats, and she has story ideas out the wazoo, while I sit dry. Not only that, but a lot of the greatest writers, photographers, cartoonists, musicians, painters, all have had cats. Many of the ones I know are even cat fags. Well, I don't intend to become like that!! I'm not going to get just any old run of the mill cat. Definitely NOT a gray tabby! Or an orange tabby, or a silver tabby. NO TABBIES!!! If I have to live with it, I want it to be something I can at least look at without puking in the back of my mouth.

Maybe I should adopt "Tux". LOL!! Unfortunately he belongs to someone else here. "Tux" is a big black cat, who is black everywhere except for a little white spot under his chin. When I moved in here, he was the first and only one to greet me at the door. He looked right at me and gave me this long and loud "MEAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Made me chuckle, reminded me of Amadeus! He's the only cat that I have even touched since 2002. Whenever I see him, I always remember to give him a little tickle behind the ears. He belongs to someone here, I don't know who. I don't even know what his real name is, but I call him "Tux", because of the fact he is all black with just that little white spot under his chin. He's the only cat I've really fallen in love with since Amadeus. If only he didn't already belong to someone else, I'd take him for myself.

Friday, June 5, 2015

"Offensive" Friend Requests?

I used to not go out and send friend requests on Facebook, I used to think it was too much for me to go around asking people on Facebook to become my friend. I always felt like I was forcing myself on people when I did that. Some people I still haven't asked to become my friend because they seem rather intimidating. Not that I don't like them, they just seem intimidating. But usually if I do ask someone on Facebook to become my friend, it's because I like them, either they did something or said something that made me feel good, or made me smile or laugh. There has been cases where the people I asked to become my friends have rejected my offer. That's OK. I just ask, I don't expect everyone I ask to accept. But in the cases where I have asked them to become my friends and they rejected, I've also noticed they seem to get offended by my request. I wonder why that is?

That's one of the many mysteries about humans I will never understand. If someone asks to become my friend on Facebook, I feel flattered. Even if I don't care for the person very much, and I do try to give everyone a chance. I figure most of the time when they ask me it's because they like me. That's why I ask people on Facebook to become my friend. I don't find that offensive. Maybe that's what is wrong with people in the world. They don't know friendship when it hits them. You cannot ask someone to become your friend on Facebook without them getting offended, I'd hate to think what it'd be like to go up to those same people on the street and just say hello and try to shake hands with them! It used to be (before Facebook) the best way to make friends was to find someone who seemed nice, say hello, introduce yourself, shake hands and start talking to them. Now, if you try that, does the other person get offended?

I remember some weeks ago, Jannah got a friend request from someone on the INXS group I am a regular on, and she got all offended by it and made a huge announcement about how "creepy" she thought that person was on the group and said she blocked that person. I thought "What?? What's the big deal???" Jannah now has me blocked too. LOL! But believe me, I am fine with that! Now, I can say what I want without her interference. Jannah was a cool chick though. I just never asked her to become my Facebook friend because I didn't like the way she gets all irrational when someone doesn't like Paula Yates. Well, I still don't like Paula! I never will. Nothing can change that. I won't listen to friends of Paula's, I won't listen to Jannah, I wouldn't even listen to Michael because I know those people are biased. The only person who can change my mind about how I feel about Paula would be Paula herself and she isn't here! I'm the type that prefers to meet people myself and get to know them, then form my own opinions.

The default setting in my mind for new strangers is they are all enemies until they prove otherwise. That comes from years of getting burned by people I've tried to be nice to. But my mind is not closed. If I meet someone I formerly didn't like, and it turns out they are nice, friendly, decent people, and I wind up liking them, I can change my mind. I didn't like Jannah when I first "met" her on the group. But I found she could be funny, and often made me laugh, and we'd frolic around with each other as well, and I learned to like her. But I also always had a bit of a block against her because of how she gets so outrageously angry at people who don't like Paula. Not that I ever felt intimidated by Jannah, it was more of an annoyance than anything else. There were times I just wanted to slap her and tell her to just "Shut the fuck up!!" But I couldn't get too angry at her for something like that. I remember I was the same way when I was younger. That was one of the biggest gripes I used to get when I was in my 20s and 30s, is that I got so irrational if people did not agree with me. But in 2003, I began to work on that.

There were times I still got irrational, and I admit I do need to work on that. Like when people talk about cats and panthers. I know I need to work on that, I've been told that many times before. It's harder to work on when you hate something with such passion, as I do panthers. I mean really, look at how people who hate fat people talk about people like me. They get just as irrational as I do when I hear about panthers. Jannah is exactly the same way when someone says they don't like Paula. She needs to work on that. If she can't, I might suggest right here and now that she seeks some therapy. It can work wonders!

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Sad This Is Still Going On

Today was the first fully sunny day we've had in quite a while, so I decided I was going to go back to the docks and do my walk from the bridge to the Safeway store. I've been unable to do it, partly because of the rain and because some meds I was on for a couple weeks made my skin extra sensitive to sunburn. So, I couldn't go out in the sun. So today, when I saw the sun was shining, I said I want to go back to the docks and do my 4-mile walk! Well, one thing I noticed when I went on that walk was how quiet it was. There were no sea lions. I guess they all went back out to sea. Maybe they will return in the fall. But they were not out there today. One thing I did see a lot of was fishing boats.

Well, I haven't been on that walk in quite a while, so I expected to feel a little tired. But I said to myself that even if I have to PUSH myself, I was going to go all the way to Safeway. Well, I did! I made it. When I was just about to the Safeway store, I saw a big fishing net lying on the ground. Just lying there. I looked at it and thought "Wow!! That would look so good hanging up on my wall!" I wondered who it belonged to. I didn't see anybody around except a man on a bulldozer working on a mound of dirt. He seemed to be removing some bushes. I didn't stick around to find out what he was trying to remove, because there was a peculiar odor in the area that reminded me of rotten meat. So, I headed over to the Safeway store because I had to take a wizz. hehehe!!

Well, once I was done there, I walked back out to the path. When I got to the path, I noticed first of all, that fishing net was still on the ground ahead of me, and there was another net like it rolled up and put on the back of a pick-up truck nearby. I still wondered if that net on the ground belonged to anyone. I figured it must have belonged to the person who had another one like it tied up on the back of his truck. Well, the next thing I noticed that bulldozer had changed from working on the dirt mound, to working in this one ditch that led down to the water. I wondered why it was working down there, it seemed to be struggling to pick something up in that ditch. I also noticed the peculiar odor was still in the air. I was curious, I wanted to see what the bulldozer was trying to pick up. I looked in the ditch, and I saw a couple of white masses. The white stuff was a powder, and the powder was there to cover up a couple of dead sea lions!

Well, finally I pieced together the mystery! The fishing net on the ground and in the pick up truck must have been what killed those poor animals! That also explains the peculiar odor in the air that smelled like rotten meat. It's sad that so many marine mammals and birds wind up that way. I don't know if that is the big reason why there are no sea lions at the docks anymore, it could be. The fishermen chased them away. Sadly, the dead sea lions I saw today may just be the beginning to a long season of laying out fishing nets, them getting entangled and drowning, and then washing up on the beach. So many of them wind up like that and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it. The demand for fish is great, and you cannot stop sea lions from being sea lions. Underwater, the nets are nearly impossible for them to see, but if you make the nets brightly colored so they can see them, it may not attract the fish. It's a vicious cycle. Some animals are lucky and able to get away from the nets, or barely wriggle free enough that they can still get air when they need it. But most animals tangled in fishing nets wind up like this unfortunate sea lion

Either way, its a sad testament to how much more important it is to fulfill the needs of humans in our economy. We seem to be unable to get along in this world without destroying nature in some way. I cannot even imagine how terrified that poor animal must have felt getting caught in that net, and then not be able to get free, and breathe in water. I can't think of a more horrible way to die than that.

I began to feel terrible! I almost wanted to take that net home with me, keep it as a decoration. But after I found out what it did, I didn't want it anymore. I'd feel guilty having that net on my wall after it killed such a magnificent creature like those sea lions. It wouldn't be right. So, I walked off without it.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Streaming Videos

Well, I thought I would give my opinion on this new trend. Seems now, everyone wants to stream videos to their phones and mobile devices. I don't know, maybe I am old fashioned, but I don't like it that now every video has to be streamed in. I'd much rather have the DVDs on my shelf in physical form. Digital is nice for some things, but not videos! I want to be able to watch the video anywhere I want to, without worrying about it accidentally getting erased from my mobile device. I can always copy any DVD that goes bad, no problem, and it comes out as good as new again. But why should I pay for a video every time I want to see it streamed into a mobile device? That's one of the reasons I haven't gone for this fad. I found the entire series of Fat Albert available on Amazon, but only in digital form. I asked them if one could save each episode onto their computer or a DVD, and they said no, the recordings are not set up that way. So I said fuck it!! And I am NOT going to pay $1.99 each time I want to see the episodes I want to see! I'd rather be able to download them, save them onto my computer and then put them on a disk. I'd much rather have that!

And here's another thing; I don't have a smartphone! Or an iPhone! And I don't want one either!! I have a portable DVD player, and I am happy with it! I don't have to pay $100 or more each month just to keep it running, I can view a video any time I want to, even if I don't have any money, I don't have to have the wi-fi on just to view the video I feel like seeing, and I can watch any movie or TV show I want to as many times as I want to and not have to pay for the same movie or video each time I want to see it. For those reasons, I don't see the point in live streaming. I don't know why, for the life of me, anyone thinks streaming videos to their mobile device is better than just sticking a DVD into the player and playing it. Or keeping a cool wide selection of DVDs on their video shelf. There's no point to it. And mobile devices can malfunction, and people lose all their data. There goes your streamed videos! And you have to pay the money again to get it back!

Torrents now is the same way. I remember I downloaded almost the entire collection of videos of Arthur C. Clarke's documentaries. Some of them took days to download! And they were a total and absolute bear to convert to a format that I could put onto a DVD. I did manage it though! I could try that again with Fat Albert, we can see.

Anyways, in other news, I think that girl has me on ignore now. The girl who gets all angry when people don't like Paula Yates. Her name is Jannah. I say GOOD!! Please, keep me on ignore. I was going to suggest it anyways the next time I saw her! Probably best for both of us if we are ignoring each other. Because I am always going to be who I am, and she cannot stop that, and I don't like Paula. I never did and I never will. And Jannah's blood pressure is just going to go up every time I don't say Paula is pretty, or I give any other opinion I may have about her. I don't want her to explode! So yes, it's best we have each other on ignore. I was going to tell her if she doesn't put me on ignore, I'll put her on ignore. LOL! I'm glad one of us did it first! hehehe!