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Reality Computer: Anticlimactic
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Everything that gets me upset gets everyone else upset, too, and half the time, lots of other people have written about being upset in the same way I would describe my upsetness. So that's out. Yes, Bush is bad. Yes, I am voting for Obama. Yes, I am disturbed how racist many voters are. Yes, teenage vampire whores are causing our children to suffer from ADD and PTSD. Article depresses me, despite my 9 pound weight loss. I think I'm just going to be fat forever, dammit.
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Reality Computer: January 2006
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006. Some Old Favorites.And Some New. Let's rediscover some of Fritz's favorites:. 1 Siouxsie and the Banshee's. It's a downward spiral- If I start to sing 'Kiss Them For Me', I then enter into 'Where is My Mind? Which (of course) leads to 'Cannonball' by The Breeders. And then, Veruca Salt. I'm suddenly humming New Order. That reminds me of The Cure. Which briefly makes me say out loud 'Bella Lugusi's Dead' (of course I know it's BAUHAUS. Nah, nevermind, I'll just put in my old Blur.
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Reality Computer: Malcontent
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Sunday, July 13, 2008. To hell with you, Weight Watchers. I am eating my Dannon yogurt sprinkled with a one-point cardboard cake. From WW, and I am NOT TRACKING IT. Nope It does not even exist, and it shan't appear on my hips. It is a MEASLY five points, and while I have exhausted all of my extra points for the week (and I'm several days away from weigh-in), I will not begrudge myself coffee yogurt. After all, I did not have a second glass of wine or my obligatory Sunday Bloody Mary. Teach me, Arachnae.
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Reality Computer: Upon Finishing A Shrug
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Sunday, July 27, 2008. Upon Finishing A Shrug. The weaving in of ends is tedious, and by the second sleeve, I'm exhausted. The whole shoulder might unravel. The sleeves hug my biceps too closely, and distort the lines of the fabric. One side of the cabling is larger than the other, because I lost count of the pattern, and went my own way. It's a crooked shrug. It's all a-tilt and hangs almost straight. Instead, I take the shrug off and fold it. It will live in my closet until the time is right to bri...
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Reality Computer: Name Calling
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Saturday, July 12, 2008. I work four ten hour days. That means I do not work on Fridays. I know, it rules. Here is the part that does NOT rule: leaving the house at 6:30 am. At that time of the day, I do not have the wherewithal, the chutzpah, the *verve* to make coffee. So, I go to Starfucker's. Grande bold coffee with two shots of espresso, two creams, and one Splenda. So: here has been the recent dialog:. Me: I'll have a grande bold coffee with two shots espresso, two creams, and one Splenda. Crafty C...
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Reality Computer: Phat-Tee's
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Saturday, July 12, 2008. Can we agree on some basic concepts, please? For example, can we agree that Americans eat too much? Is that really up for debate? Don't we live in a culture of face-stuffers? Face-stuffers who love fast food and bacon? Isn't that, like, totally apparent to every single person with five brain cells? And don't we, as a nation, use up resources five times as fast as everyone else? I didn't think this was, like, news. Apparently, not everyone agrees with me. Wall-E mocks fat people!
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Reality Computer: Second Part
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011. My father is a damnable man, so I shuck off his rage like the skin off corn. When mother adopted the little one off the orphan train and set her to work washing floors and beating rugs, I knew some of my pennies went down the hungry maw of the ingrate. And when my sisters were married off, I know my pennies were packed into their marriage trunks along with all the frippery of weddings. And that bastard still didn't give me my land. George and I taught ourselves English by reading...
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Reality Computer: Bang.
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Monday, July 21, 2008. The first time I shot a gun, I cried. See, the instructor was telling me to "squeeze the trigger- be gentle with it- like a baby- just squeeze it- " and I'm squinting at my sights and I'm trying to see my target and I'm just hovering on that trigger, nudging it back little by little and then BANG, the gun goes off. The barrel jerks upward. Shooting a gun, even at a paper target, is a violent act. Before I shot a gun, I had never heard live fire before. The only bits of gunfire ...
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Reality Computer: My husband might sue me for HIPPA violations.
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Tuesday, September 30, 2008. My husband might sue me for HIPPA violations. But Michael just got on the phone and talked turkey to some chick and got the bill reduced to $20. Which is great. It just proves that not only are insurance companies biased against smokers and drinkers and drug-users, insurance companies are also sexist. Where the weak are killed and eaten. My Story Page: Written Catastrophes. Crafty Crap Page: My Fuzzy Balls. Become Brilliant- or at least, act like it. Teach me, Arachnae.
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Reality Computer: Friday Rats
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Friday, July 18, 2008. I was so geared up to see The Dark Knight. At our local IMAX. Theater. It would appear that even in the tumultuous economy. Of the metro-Detroit area, folks just love their Batman. Apparently, folks are out in droves going to see this movie. The last place I want to be is knuckle-deep in popcorn grease while three hundred adolescents fart their way through two and a half hours of film. Christian Bale deserves better. So do I. Therefore, we will dine at the illustrious Applebee.