coffee break

coffee break
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Good morning, Columbian.
Hello, French Roast.
Nice to see you Hazelnut.

This is my vice.
And I'm not ready to even attempt giving it up yet.

i love humanity

My local newsrag's online version utilizes Topix.net for discussion forums. Unfortunately, there is a large percentage of posters who use every opportunity to be racist and hateful. So why would I want to participate in these discussions when I am vehemently against hatred towards humanity? Well, it's for two reasons. If you can ignore the ignorance, there is a segment of the posters that have intelligent and thought provoking ideas to share. Also, some of the people absolutely split my sides with laughter by simply being....well...here's an example:


Some people are hysterical, even the one's who attack my character for no apparent cause. Not my words or anything relevant to the topic, but me simply for posting. Read on:

There was an article about a 20 year old woman who was arrested with a whole cache of drugs in her home. In response to another poster's comment about this arrest hopefully being a way to wake the young woman up and get the help she needs, I wrote:

"And, unfortunately she'll probably learn how to be a better criminal while in prison. The prison system is more about contained criminals than rehabilitating those who are not too far in to be saved."

A rather straightforward and unobjectionable possibility I presented, right? Now, I would love to hear someone's agreement or even rebuttal on why they think this potential would not happen. But instead I got an inane reply for anther person that was simply an attack on my character. Continue on:

"Look at this **** with her picture next to her name. Listen honey, you are not good looking and the tattoo makes you look like even more of a s k a n k. I can't believe how this young generation is so insecure that they feel the need to put their picture anywhere they can on the internet."



See? Hysterical! I do not feed in to name calling or lashing back because there is really no point in arguing back and forth. I do find stuff like this incredibly amusing and good blog fodder. Just to observe the human behavior unfold in a public, yet mostly anonymous forum is interesting.

Lets dissect, shall we? The picture - A thumbnail size of this:

Apparently, I'm "not that good looking" - Hmm, I don't think I'm half bad, but I guess I'm not his type. Meh.

"the tattoo makes you look like even more of a s k a n k". So, even sans the tattoo, I already look skanky? Huh...... Oh, that's right! I must have photoshopped out the kielbasa that I was deep throating. The kielbasa was tattooed also. Damn, and I thought this was just kind of artsy. Guess I was wrong.

Let's move on:

"I can't believe how this young generation is so insecure that they feel the need to put their picture anywhere they can on the internet." Wait, did he just say I was part of the "young generation"? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (milk coming out of my nose...at least I didn't say kielbasa was....never mind.) I really wonder what age this guy thinks I am, and I want to thank him for thinking that I am younger than I am. Second, if I was insecure I would have put a cartoon drawing of a kielbasa as my icon and not show myself in the pic at all. I'm pretty darn okay with me.....despite my poor taste in kielbasa references. (Wow, I really am a bad vegetarian. I could have at least been referencing a "soy pup" or something.)

Without name calling, my simple response was: "Darn, so you won't marry me and make me feel secure about myself? You must be a member of the American Psychological Association with your brilliant analysis and assessment of who I am. What need was satisfied in you by lashing out at me?"

Alas, he never came back to enlighten me. Though there was another "night in cyber honor" that defended me by ripping on this guy (via name calling of course), and pointed out that he thought I was hot.

I am okay with myself, no matter what cyber posters say about me one way or the other. I do find all of this amusing. Hope you got some amusement out of this, too.

Disclaimer: no kielbasa was hurt in the writing of this post. However, a soy dog had his feelings hurt quite badly. He is currently getting a psychological assessment by the guy who lashed out at me.


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If you squint, it kind of looks like a keilbasa:

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In the middle of moving once again. About one third of the apartment stuff is moved and unpacked. This move is the easiest for a few reasons.

There is an overlap of occupancy; able to move in to the new place while still in the lease for the soon to be old place.

It's not smack dab in the middle of winter. (Moving after a snow storm is never fun.)

There are people nearby to help. (Quick, you all only have a few days left to make up some excuse to get out of furniture moving day!)

This nomadic lifestyle of mine has made me realize a few things, too. The meaning of home is truly in the heart and not contained within four walls.

My mother can never get a new phone book or I will lose the record of my residential history.

My best friend may be the only one who has my beeper number from the pre-cell phone days. (whew, I'm old)

There are pluses and negatives to every apartment, and you have to weight what is more important. (Would I rather have small windows or a roof that leaks?)

Folding furniture is much lighter than real, post-Ikea furniture.

I like living in different parts of the country.

People in the West think New Yorkers walk fast.

Interviewers get really nervous when deciding whether to give a nomad a job. (If you give a nomad a job, they will want a cookie eating mouse.......)

Plastic stackable bins are a nomad's handiest tool.

Moving is great exercise.

Moving makes me feel like I'm evading the authorities. It gives me an unfounded air of mystery.

I think this lifestyle makes the idea of a yurt even more appealing.

I could come up with more, but moving also makes a person tired. Time to wash up and head to bed, or mattress, which is now on the floor since the Asian wood bed frame is in the new place.

Good night and happy trails, where ever you may live!

getting off 'shrooms for good

No, not the hallucinogenic type....I'm talking to you, edible ones. Crimini, shitaki, white button, baby bellas, and especially you, Portabella Caps! I know, I know I have said this before, but now I am averring it to this here cyber-land to cement my will and let the world know I am staying away from you...you, you tasty fungi! We used to have a good, honest relationship. I was happy to marinate, grill or saute you, to consume you with great enjoyment, and you willingly let me do so. I trusted you and your sporish goodness, for many happy years. Then you turned on me and things have not been the same since. Shame on you! Sure you give off your attractive aroma while sizzling in the griddle with a little olive oil and garlic. You openly let me put you on some whole wheat bread with the tomato and a little taste of raw goat cheese. You even let me indulge in your deliciousness over and over again, year after year. But things are different now. Things changed when you decided to start playing kung fu with my stomach and origami with my intestines. I kept giving you chance after chance, thinking that the old lovable you was still in there somewhere. But no. Well, this time I have had enough. We are through. No longer will I be tempted by your tender meaty-like texture and your juicy marinated goodness. No, you cannot convince me otherwise. Just go, leave...please. Fool me once shame on you, fool me eighty-seven times, well, I'm a bit of a forgetful dolt... but no more. And to think, you were in my list of top favorite foods. You now reside on that list over there with Chocolate and his "make my arms itch" attitude. Alas, like it is with him, I will always love you and what we used to have, but you can no longer be ingested by me. Farewell, love, fare thee well. (single tear running down my cheek)

what i find funny on a saturday morning

It's a five minute well done parody. Enjoy!

they called me names

tree II
Originally uploaded by misslissa13

Often I add comments on the local newspaper's discussion forums and yesterday I commented on an electric car article. In response I was dubbed a "neo-hippie warm-mongering greenie". Meh, I've been called much worse. Funny stuff, if you ask me. Bring it on, Mr. I-need-my-SUV-to-tow-my-recreational-toys-guy, bring it on!

I hug trees and I love people.
Sincerely,
Your friendly neighborhood conscious thinking individual......with a sense of humor.

ani, anyone?

Oh, this song is in my noggin this morning:

slowly i turn, step by step...

I am one step closer to getting my professional permit!!! The State has deemed my $60,000-in-student-loans graduate education appropriate for practice in the State of NY. Now my file gets sent back to the main Mental Health Licensing Board to check that all the I's are crossed the the T's are umlaut-ed....and then probably on to the official add-names-to-the-online-database-guy. Then I will be golden, just like Ponyboy.