All Things Profane and Sacred

So, since I'm just a majorly lazy do-nothing these days, I'll post an inspirational story about J:

Monday J left for work at 6ish as usual, while I slept on. I was still sleeping about 9 when he came back. He was estatic-"I've been laid off!" I was worried his good cheer was masking some impending emotional crash since this is not the best market to find a job. But he'd been hating his job (no benefits, not enough $, rarely a raise and working among conservative christians who religiously harrass him all day long, etc). He sent out his resume to a few jobs and, holy shit batman, on Tuesday he had 4 interviews lined up, and by Tuesday afternoon he had accepted a new job that paid more, has medical, dental, 401k, life insurance, 2 weeks paid vacation, costco membership, berevement pay, and other sweet benefits, and best of all, he was assured at the interview that there would be no conservative christian politics shoved down his throat all day. And he's still getting calls from employers he sent his resume to. My man has skillz. Either that, or my resume writing skills work better in the machining industry than they do in the legal world

I've got a lot going on in my mind, and I could amuse you with my sparkling wit, but I just got back from the dentist's after making arrangments to part with a shit load of my money and I just don't feel up to it. So instead, I'll show you the confirmation email I received from the site I ordered J's anniversary present from (awww-isn't it romantic?):

Arrrr, mate, thanks fer the order! We'll ship yer booty right off on the next
ebb tide. But first we'll toast to yer health with a bumper of grog an' wish ye
fair weather with lots of heavily laden vessels to plunder.

This here receipt does not reflect last minute changes, matey. Yer receipt shall
be finalized when we pack up yer order. On occasion bilge rats make off with
some of our loot, so our inventory may say we have something when we don't. In
addition, prices and product descriptions are subject to change and 'tis not
always possible for us to keep this here website up-to-date. And as both UPS and
USPS charge more fer oversized boxes, orders in large packages might require an
additional charge. But be assured, we do our bloody best to be fair and honest
in all our dealin's with fellow pirates. Ye can bet yer last doubloon on that.

Be sure ta visit ol' Billy Bones again when ye need a bit more treasure.

So, I had a big long angry post all written up on stupidity in government, but then I decided that I don't want this blog to turn into an emotional release for all my pent up frustrations, so I junked it. Emotions have been running high for me, which is funny since I'm supposed to be spending this time "relaxing." Instead I'm feeling less and less like ever working at a job again. Not out of sheer laziness (I think), but more out of a desire never to interact with stupid people, government or bureaucracy ever again. I'm fantasizing about an Idaho retreat, complete with barbed wire, armaments and goats (I like goats). Unfortunately, I need to have some income at some point in the next few months, and I can't think of any job I could realistically obtain without dealing with one or more of the above (not the wire/arms/goats, but the stupid/govt/bureaucracy). This is especially brought home to me by the state of my teeth-I badly need to get my wisdom teeth out. Teeth=money=work=:(

Okay. Well. All this is just some bullshit way of talking around what is really bothering me. See, my kitty friend is 17, and for the last few years I've become more and more reluctant to go in to the vet because I knew that eventually I'd get the talk. She's lost a lot of weight and tests have been run and diseases ruled out. The last few days she hasn't been eating, so it was back to the vet. The problem is her front teeth-they are about to fall out (she's already lost her back teeth), and the vet can't do anything because she's so old they can't put her under. So now she's eating liquid food and hopefully when the front teeth drop out she'll be able to return to canned catfood. But the vet told me that the basic underlying problem is just old age, and that I needed to start preparing myself for the inevitable, and thinking about what to do with her. And I don't know, I went in to pick up more liquid food for her today at the vet's and there were a whole bunch of people in with their kittens getting the first round of shots and I guess it was just hard is all.

I've had the Sadie Mae for just over 7 years now. I was her third home-the original owner was a dumbass who though he was going to get rich quick breeding Persian cats, but didn't realize how horrifying a cat in heat is. The second owner was a guy I worked with who was looking for a home for "Emily" (her name at the time-pukey yuk). He had some sort of bullshit excuse for wanting to give her up, I can't remember quite what. I remember driving back home with her bright blue angry ewok eyes fixed on me with glaring hatred (she hates driving). I remember how she would curl up in the sink of my studio apartment-this weirdo alien cat. She's such an odd little thing-alternatingly demanding and aloof. If you scratch her hind quarters she'll wave her head back and forth ala Stevie Wonder while licking the air.

Arrgg. I've always had a hard time letting go. I don't know why this should bother me so much. I know we all get older and eventually die. I know that part of having a pet is saying good-bye when they finish their short trip through life. I just don't like it is all. Not one bit.

So, I totally know who I'm gonna vote for in 2008. He needs to stop talking this "hoax this, not running that" jive.

I'm having some kind of post-bar exam stress disorder. Horrible dream this morning where I was running late for the exam and didn't have transportation, so someone gave me a ride, but then decided they had to stop somewhere and I was just watching the seconds tick away and ARRRGGG. Woke up feeling horribly stressed.

On the other hand, as I was lying homeless on my friend's couch, jobless on a Monday afternoon, smoking a bowl, I felt like a complete loser.

Here is a great video-a bit on topic for what's on my mind today. The interviewer asks various anti-abortion protesters, "If abortion was made illegal, what should the penalty be for a woman who has an illegal abortion?"AtCenterNetwork.com � Blog Archive � 7/11/2005 - Feature - Libertyville Abortion Demonstration

Thinking about attending the University of Wisconsin? Think Again. Today I am sickened and ashamed to be a Wisconsinite and an alum of the University of Wisconsin-Madison.