It’s Torture

I love words, as you know.  Why use one word when ten will do?  That said, I have two words for the ‘debate’ surrounding the ‘enhanced interrogation techniques’ we employed at Gitmo and other prisons. It’s torture.   There can be no debate.  The right says, “But it works!”  Then, the left gets derailed into… Continue Reading

Fuck the World; I Wanna Get Off

I don’t belong in this world.  I realized that when I was in my teens, but I have felt it since–well since I was sentient, I suppose. I tried to fit in–god knows I tried.  However, I could never imitate that which I didn’t quite understand.  I did my best.  I had feathered bangs in… Continue Reading

A Life Worth Living

OK, I lied.  I do have something to say.  Here we go. My life has been defined by what I’m not and what I don’t like.  When I was a kid, I didn’t like playing with dolls.  I didn’t want to wear skirts or dresses.  I didn’t dream about my wedding day, and I didn’t… Continue Reading

Meh, in the Internet Sense

I’m not feeling it today.  Here’s a video for you.  Maybe I’ll be hit with inspiration later.  Oh, I have to say one thing.  A woman on Balloon Juice, who also has a thing for Alan Rickman, has a friend who had a drink with him.  I am eaten up with envy.  That is all.… Continue Reading

An Open Letter to the EX-Vice President

Dear Dick: Sir, it pains me to have to write this letter as I would prefer to pretend that you simply did not exist.  Barring that, I would like to keep you in your undisclosed location, cackling over Tales from the Crypt while drinking a pint of blood from an undisclosed source while stroking your… Continue Reading

A New Woman

It’s funny what a twenty-five degree drop in the weather will do for you.  Ok, maybe not for you, but for me, certainly.  It puts a spring in my step and a smile in my heart. Or not.  Let’s not get too carried away.  It does, however, dial the crankiness down a few dozen notches,… Continue Reading

I’m a Delicate Flower

Stop laughing.  I am, damn it.  Shut the fuck up!  Ok, I am not a delicate flower, but I sure as hell feel like one when I am outside in plus-eighty weather.  It’s supposed to reach 92° today, which is my idea of a living death.  Today is grocery-shopping day, and I had to drop… Continue Reading

Fuck It All

I just read an entry from my friend, whabs’ blog. It is beautiful, poignant, and lyrical.  She talks about her life journey and how she is now ready to live life passionately.  This entry really touched me because I am feeling the exact opposite these days. I have been in a deep funk for the… Continue Reading