I am trying to think of something I can do to ... what? shut the talking heads off on all the so-called news shows like Fox, NSMBC and CNN? Like I could do that. How about ... (ohmyheck, here I've applied for job at a news agency, and all of a sudden I'm Little Miss Opinion Who Wants to Change the World). I make myself laugh. Well, maybe I'm just that versatile - a news hound AND a comedian. They need to hire me on The View, now that Rosie is leaving.
I have the same gripe as Rosie - why is our society so movie star/athlete obsessed? Why does the fact that Rosie is quitting a TV show gets more air time than the war, or the Virginia Tech story? And what the HELL is wrong with Donald Trump and Bill O'Reilly? I don't always agree with Rosie, but I sure know better than to call anyone fat, or other names. O'Reilly's complaint is that because she's on the air, she needs to be careful of what she says, because she has "influence". She thinks there's a government conspiracy behind 9/11. Luckily, I'm smarter than what O'Reilly takes me for - I'm able to think for myself. All Rosie did was make me curious enough to find out for myself - I didn't drink the Kool-Aid* hook, line and sinker. Some of the 9/11 stuff is compelling, but then again ... what I've read is on the Internet, and as close and the Internet and I are - I don't believe everything it says either.
The View taped a show with an audience full of first responders to the 9/11 attack. Many of them are dying from breathing in the toxic atmosphere, and their federal benefits are running out. These were young people, in the prime of their life, the firemen, police and EMT's. And the government is letting them spin in the wind. The show is to air tomorrow.
You probably think I watch TV all day, don't you? I don't, but Muttin insists on having it on all day. It's her fault I'm now addicted to the Real World.
In other news, my new aide said my place smells good. This is a compliment for someone with 3 three Three THREE! dogs. She also happened to mention in passing that her husband is the guy who shot the other guy in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Then she took a phone call from the police, and I heard the edges of what sounded like her being charged with beating up another woman. This one should be fun.
I helped the Wicker Lady with her storage unit yesterday, and then got sick from eating some potato salad Vetman made over the weekend. Which reminds me - I didn't mention that VetMan is moving to ... oh man. I've forgotten where it was he's going. Somewhere out of the country. With no Internet. !!! Can you imagine? No wonder I can't remember where he said it was - I probably stopped listening at the thought of no Internet. Even more shocking is that he said he's looking forward to it - no net or cell phones either. And I thought I was crazy??? I beg to differ. Which begging to differ with yourself is just silly. Crazy even, cause wouldn't that mean there were voices in my head?
So I will miss him, but not so much, because I can't be hanging around with The Craziness. I have enough Crazy of my own. Which brings me nicely to the dogs.
When I woke up this morning, I rolled over to face the dogs on the other side. They sleep below the pillow on the other side because they are spoiled. No, because they need to lord it over Duke, who sleeps on the floor. It's quite hilarious to see them standing nose to nose cause I swear, Jeffrey puffs his chest out more. Anyways, so there Muttin/Jeff were, almost eye-level with me. I burst out laughing, because Jeffrey was sitting on Muttin's head. Well, not quite sitting - his hiney end was laying on top of Muttin's head, I couldn't see her eyes and her nose was just poking out. This is out of character for her to put up with such shenanigans. And she was quite embarrassed to be caught in such a position with me laughing at her.
Did you see the world's largest and smallest dog on Oprah? The Great Dane was so big that it could sit it's hind end in the airplane seat with no problem. So cute. There was also a segment about what is the healthiest way to feed your dogs, and it just made me wince for Duke. His food was listed as the worst out of seven points to feed. Raw meat was number one, then cooked meat, then quality canned food number 3, and so on. I have always mentioned to the kids that I can't believe how much water Duke drinks, to me it seems like ALOT. Then I happened to read that dogs with low quality dry food tend to drink an abnormal amount of water ... blah blah I forget why.
You know, it's a little creepy and intimidating to think that the San Francisco editor job that I applied for might be reading the blog as we speak, and there I go with such a professional sentence as the one above ... "blah blah I forget why". So classy. I also found out that SanFranMan, SFM from now on, I'm sick of spelling it out, has started reading again, and that's even more frightening. I don't really know what he thinks of me, or why he likes me, cause I'm so much more quiet with him than I am in real life or on the blog. I say "uh huh" the majority of the time with him, either in agreement, or uh huh, yes, go on, I'm listening. I don't think I'm like that with anyone else. So the natural question would be "So Laurie, why do you think that is?" (that's me practicing interviewing somebody for a news article) I think that is because I really do agree with most of the things he's saying OR yes, I'm listening cause he's so fascinating to listen to, and he's so funny. Hell, he could think I'm stupid, unimaginative, and uninteresting for all I know. Thank god there's sex, is all I have to say about that.
Altho, I'm for Obama, and he's not - he thinks Obama doesn't have enough experience. Which is a good point. I think it should be Hillary President, and Obama Vice President. Then the Democrats would have the next 12 years. Two terms for the first woman president, and Obama will certainly have the experience by then, and be the first non-white president. Honest to God, I don't know why I've got all these important thoughts in my head again. Writing is a mysterious mistress. Oh how authorish of me. There are days when I'm completely blank, and then there are days when I'm too full of stuff to write about, it makes me have 80 entries still in draft status cause I can't keep up.
Because I really hate having an aide come in, this morning I thought I'd start weaning myself off the pain meds. One of the requirements of getting the meds paid for is needing an aide. So stupid. The system is going broke because it insists I need an aide when I really don't and then they'll pay for the meds. Why not save themselves some money and just PAY FOR THE MEDS??? I wish I could swing the $2800, but I can't, but I could certainly save them the cost of the aide. So anyways, there I was thinking if I don't need the pain meds, I won't have a stranger in my home folding my underwear and noticing that all I ate yesterday was 4 cinnamon rolls. Brilliant, yes? I cut out one of the Tramadol. HAHAHAHAHA. Again, what the HELL was I thinking? By the time the new aide came in, I was firmly entrenched back into my reputation as a bitch.
That is all.
Just Call Me Too Many Voices in My Head
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* One lasting legacy of the Jonestown tragedy is the saying, “Don’t drink the Kool-Aid.” This has come to mean, "Don’t trust anyone/group you find to be a little on the kooky side, or that you can't think for yourself. Of course, you would have to know of Kool-Aid’s dubious connection to Jim Jones to understand the saying.
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Peru. I ate the same potato salad and didn't get sick.
Hey, thanks for letting me stay overnight - it was good to see you, even though you don't remember anything I said. It sounds like you are feeling better.
Posted by: VetMan | Thursday, April 26, 2007 at 11:57 PM
VetMan, have fun in Peru!! What an adventure!
Posted by: TC | Friday, April 27, 2007 at 09:18 AM