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[Nov. 14th, 2009|10:02 am] |
Hilary Duff Repurposes Depeche Mode. Remember, if you choose to look at this train wreck, you can never unsee it.
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|10:48 pm] |
I have had the best day. I never did get to the Goodwill, but instead added to the pile of things to go. I have a hard time getting rid of things and will look at a shirt that I've not worn in a year and think, "but it's so nice, I should keep it..." Instead today I thought of how happy someone else would be to find a shirt at the Goodwill that was still nice and would work so much better for them than for me.
I listed to This American Life and heard <a href="http://doableevangelism.com/> this guy </a>say, "It's about teaching Christians not to be jerks." He was being funny, but his point was that preaching to people or challenging people only alienates them, and I couldn't agree more. The very devout Christians that have had an impact on me are the ones who never talk about it, but who are happy, kind and acceptig of everyone.
After that I buckled down for five hours and wrote a 30 stanza (five lines instead of four) end rhymed ballad featuring none other that Horatio Hornblower! It was a tremendous amount of work, and if it weren't for the very supportive boyfriend, and my equally supportive poetry group, I'd never have done it. I'd have started, gotten tired, and put it aside about half-way through.
My poetry group needs a better name though... More than a workshop and cooler than a group, maybe we should be a team? It's just three of us and every two weeks we bring a poem to workshop. And we also talk about boys, Doctor Who, Horatio, books, candy, and about a million other silly things. We really giggle far more than is generally accepted for poets.
I had a brief chat with KOJ before meeting the girls at the Hopkins Barnes and Noble (because of course I didn't write my ballad until the day it was "due"). Haribo Peaches were in stock and I had wonderful cappucino.
We did our poems, shopped for books, and had a lovely time all the way around. And to cap off this wonderful day, I'll now take up "Emma", as I can't remember if I've even ever read it before. Fantastic. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|09:31 am] |
Anyone have a particular position on ex-boyfriend stuff? About a year ago my friend convinced me that if I wanted to meet someone to share my life with, I had to make room for them and that started me on a clean out binge. I got rid of half my shoes and emptied half my closet so someone else could have room to move in. Around the same time, someone done me wrong and I made a very quick purge of anything related to him. From there, it's escalated.
Getting rid of the dishwasher that Chair dumped at my house made me feel like a new woman. As I've started peeling these items away, the ones that are left almost seem to radiate with malevolence, so today there will be another purge.
Sorry Chair, I had every intention of returning your Black Adder DVD's, but when you suggested that you'd leave my things on your porch where I could get them and leave behind your stuff while you were home and hiding from from me, well... Pah! I ain't got time for that drama. If you'd like them back, I suggest you get to the Eastern Ave Goodwill over the next few days. I'm sure you have them on DVD now, so no loss.
There are two things that are sort of a dilmea for me. I have a silver heart necklace that an ex gave me, and a pair of diamond earings from another. I like these things, and don't have any special dislike of the persons at this point, but can't decide if I'd just feel freer if I let them go. Any thoughts? Wonder if I could get anything from my tiny Zales diamonds... Do I dare visit a pawn shop??
I've worn those diamonds everyday for years now, and I have no idea what I'd do to replace them. I'm the sort of girl who leaves her earrings in day and night, until there's some kind of x-ray required and I have to take them all out. The diamonds are nice and I got them before I understood the evils of diamond industry, but does it make sense to wear a gift from someone who cheated on you and generally turned out to be an ass?
Phoo. I think they gots to go. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|01:24 pm] |
Here is my true and scary story for Halloween. It's long, but it's a mystery and mysteries are like that.
When I arrived home from my London trip, everything was as expected in my house. The flowers I had bought before I left still looked strong, there was a nice pile of mail my sister had brought in, and I was confronted by three starving and unloved complaining cats.
I punched in my alarm code and instead of getting the ususal message, "system disarmed", I got the message "alarm canceled." I've heard this before often enough, and it generally means that in my ususal late for work haste, I ran out of the house without deactivating the system and set the alarm off. Knowing that my sister had been in and out, I assumed that she had accidentally set it off. That would be odd because she has the same system and is the most responsible and careful person on the planet, but entirely possible.
Looking at my phone, I saw that I did have a voicemail. The alarm company always calls the house before sumoning the police, so I dialed in to listen to their message. It went something like, "This is ADT calling at 3:40 A.M. on October 18th. Your alarm system was triggered. The entry point is the basement rear door."
Huh? You're all probably familiar with the Sylvia Path crawl space, but in case you're not, here's a brief description. The previous owners of my house built an addition off the kitchen. It's the most illogical room featuring a toilet, a sink and vanity, a giant 6 jet whirlpool tub, and a washer and dryer. Underneath of this room is what I call the Sylvia Plath crawl space.
In the rear of the basement of house is an old green door with a deadbolt and two sliding bolt latches. This used to be a below ground door to the back yard and when you open it now, there are concrete steps and a patio that the owners simply built over. There's about a four foot clearance to the floor of the addition overhead. It's full of spiders and generally creepy as hell. At the very back of this crawl space is a little door (also featuring a deadbolt) that leads to the outside and this is where I store my lawn mower and weed-wacker. The yard equipment is just inside the door so that I can reach it without having to go into the crawl space.
When I had my house alarmed, I specificaly had the inside basement door alarmed because, as I told the installer, "I don't care if someone pops open that outer door and steals my lawn mower, but if there are zombies in that crawl space, I need to know when they open the basement door."
Ok, fine. As I hang up from my voice mail, I'm thinking of the possible scenarios. Someone could have popped the little outside door on the crawl space and then kicked in the basement door. It's old, it could have shifted and slid on its hinges enough to break the alarm sensor connect. No big deal. That door doesn't go outside so a real break in would have triggered a different alarm first, and anyway nothing in the house was disturbed.
To be safe, I checked the little outisde door and found it closed and locked - there's no chance anyone broke in that door. The only option left was that the basement door had somehow shifted on its hinges.
For courage and safey, I called up my sister, told her the story and made her stay on the phone with me. I loudly announced several times that if anyone was in the basement, they could just run away and I wouldn't care a bit.
With the phone in one hand, my night stick in the other, and a flashlight in my pocket in case of sudden power outage, I clomped loudly down the basement stairs. When I got about halfway, I bent over and peaked around the corner knowing I could see the door from there. I expected it to be smashed or collapsed, instead, it was hanging open by four or five inches. Hanging open with no signs of damage.
I had nothing but panic, but I knew I had to be a big girl, and I did have my sister on the phone so as bravely and speedily as possible I headed for the door. Approaching, I could see that the two sliding latches were slid open, and the key was turned in the deadbolt. I made my way to the door, kicked it closed and held it shut with my foot as I re-locked all of the locks.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
I kept my sister on the phone and searched the house. Not only did I not find anyone hiding inside, I found that nothing was out of place. There was my laptop, there was my jewlery, there were the twenty bowls of cat food and cat water I'd left all over like IED's for the little babies.
But the only way that basement door could have been opened was from the inside.
I hung up with my sister and called ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _dorrie_ who volunteered her husband to come over and assist in the search.
After I told him the whole story, we looked over the entire house and he even went into the crawl space to investigate.
There was window in the addition that was loose, and it's possible that someone found a way to bypass the alarm sensor to get in. But then they'd have had to climb in and over a vacuum cleaner and some other assorted junk, walked through my kitchen (past my laptop which was sitting on the table), down into the basement where they'd have opened the basement door triggering the alarm, run back upstairs, climbed back over all the stuff and gone out the window taking the time to slide it shut and to replace the screen. And, oh yeah, the window they could have come through is three feet directly across from the backdoor. In short, not bloody likely.
Borrowed husband was as mystified as I. He briefly suggest rats, but they don't have opposable thumbs and there was no rat poop in evidence in the crawl space.
There is always the chance that I had opened the crawl space door for some reason and had left it unlocked. It was windy while I was away and maybe a strong enough draft made it through the crawl space and pushed it open. Or maybe a big truck went by and shook the house. But I should point out here that the reason I kicked the door shut is because it's old and it sticks - I have to fight to get it opened or closed.
Furthermore, given my very real dread of that door and that space, the odds that I had opened the door and forgotten to lock it up tight are similar to the odds that I'd accidentaly buy yogurt, put it in the fridge, and then wake up some morning forgetting that it makes me gag and eat a whole tub before I realized it. It could happen, anything could happen, but it's completely outside reason.
So what happened? The going theory is that Mrs. Shirley, who used to live here, and/or my Great Aunt Louise were watching over things as I like to think that they do. They must have seen someone looking at the house or getting ideas about it and thought that a great way to chase them off once and for all would be to set off the alarm system. Opening that door would be the only way to trigger it without opening something that leads directly outside.
So, yeah, I really do think a ghost did it. But a good and friendly ghost. Of course, even though I'd been up since four am our time and was exhausted from the seven hour plane trip, I didn't fall asleep until past midnight. I was terrified it was a pesky ghost who would set it off again in the middle of the night just to scare the crap out of me.
I never have bad feelings about my house, and, much as I hate to own up to them, I do get bad feelings about places sometimes. My sister and mom (who are totaly weird about these things**) have both given my house a thumbs up, so I'm not worried about bad things. Still, I do make general announcements letting all spirits know that while I'm glad they keep me company, they shouldn't show themselves unless it's to save me from a fire, but that even then they should use discretion as I do have a number of smoke detectors.
**Short note about sister and mom... These two should have a tv show. They are forever saying things like, "oh, I had a dream this morning that my boss had a car accident and an hour after I woke up, I got the call about it." Or, "no, you can't live in this place - it's bad" and then nine months later the house burns down.
I hate it and it creeps me the hell out. I don't want the second sight, not a bit! My mom's take on this whole thing was, "well, things always happen in houses that can't be explained... it's ok." No, no it is not ok, and mom's are not supposed to say things like that! When weird things happen to me, I do my absolute best to block them out. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|08:55 pm] |
Shiver Me Timbers! I've had a white ring on the book case my grandfather made a generation or so ago, so I did what any thoughtfull, modern granddaughter would do, I looked it up on the internet. The page I found suggested using an iron over a white cloth and spot and, lo, one shot of steam and the spot was gone. It looks the like finish was roughed up a bit, but to be honest the varnish is already a bit banged up when it was moved up here from South Carolina.
In other news, a lady I work with has a thirteen year old daughter who is in obsessed with vampires and painting her nails black. Squee! Of course, she's poisoned by all that Twilight junk, but her mom did get her all seven seasons of Buffy, and she's apparently been sneaking episodes of True Blood. While I would never advocate True Blood for a thirteen year old, I do think Erik is a far better influence than dumb old Edward.
But I need suggestions! What else can the girl read? I'd like to be able to perscribe some novels that would lead her into a bigger world. All I can come up with are the things I read. Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights are full of super natural angst, so maybe that'd be a start.
In thinking about this while driving home, I remembered the first time I discovered David Bowie was in a vampire movie and, not just that, but a vampire movie that opens with Bahaus. I think my little fourteen year old self had a minor stroke. How nice it would be to have another moment that simple and that exciting.
And what else... The last visit to London with KOJ was wonderful. We really had a nice time, and though I paid $75.00 for two roast beef sandwiches and two glasses of wine, it was worth every penny to have lunch in the Pump Room. THE PUMP ROOM. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2009|09:04 am] |
I just watched the first nine minutes of the remake of "V". Aside from my conviction that it will be difficult to make this as good as the original mini-series, I'm wondering about the reaction of the general public to giant space ships in the sky. I guess there would be panic and mayhem, but I'm not really sure that makes sense. I think if aliens really came to destroy us or do other generally bad things, they'd just do it before we even had a moment to realize what was going on. You don't hover over a spider and introduce yourself before squashing it, do you? Ok, so cats do, but I think it's been clear for a long time that if the aliens are feline in nature, we're screwed. Even if they like us they'll bat us around and puke on us a couple of times.
That's all. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|06:42 am] |
Fair is Fair. Someone from Travelocity commented on the post that contained the letter I was drafting to send to their CEO. They provided contact information and have already responded to the email I sent last night. No resolution as yet, they have at least made this tiny effort.
Also, feel the power of the LJ! |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|08:27 pm] |
Hi smart friends. This is the letter I've drafted to the CEO of Travelocity. Any input? I'm trying to keep it condensed to one page and to be as reasonable as possible, but, boy howdy, it's hard! Let me know what you think... I mean about the letter as I already know they stink. I'm trying very hard not to sound like a crazy cat lady, but it's awfully difficult! I should get a bike and ride by their offices shouting, "I want my TWO THOUSAND dollars back!"
Dear Sir,
I would like to give you and Travelocity an opportunity to correct the poor service I have received. I am certain that you can easily review the records of my travel, but please allow me to provide a brief summary.
On July 31, 2009, I was to travel from BWI to Boston via AirTran. From Boston, I was to travel to Reykjavik via Iceland Air. Unfortunately, storms along the east coast canceled my first flight and delayed the second past my connection’s departure time.
When delays for the second flight began to post, I immediately phoned Travelocity for assistance. I had specifically booked through Travelocity because I was worried about traveling with two separate airlines and the Travelocity guarantee states, “in those rare cases when things don't go the way they should, you can count on us to work with our partners on your behalf.”
I would ask you to take the time to review some of the recordings of my calls. Travelocity continually recommended that I work with the airlines at their check-in counters. At that time, the AirTran counter was overwhelmed with stranded passengers while Icelandair has no counter at BWI. At one point, I had called Icelandair and was told that they could immediately make a change in my ticket, but that I should work through Travelocity. When I called Travelocity, I had to repeatedly explain the story, and was placed on hold for thirty minutes at a time and was told that the Travelocity agent was unable to contact Icelandair.
Early the next morning I again called Travelocity. This time the agent told me, “Ma’am, you keep calling at the wrong time,” and informed me that Icelandair was only open from 9-5 EST. I then booked new flights for myself – this only took me about fifteen minutes and I again had no problems contacting Icleandair.
I am requesting a full refund for my trip and to be compensated for my lost time and for my frustration. Travelocity’s customer service continues to tell me that they are working with Icelandair for a refund. I feel that this is wrong. I spoke with an Icelandair agent and she was ready to make a change. Travelocity’s agents were not properly trained and the fault clearly lies with Travelocity.
I am making sure to keep my network of friends, family, and colleagues updated through my Facebook page and am warning them away from using your services. I trust that you will now take the action required to correct this situation. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2009|09:00 pm] |
Police Meetings are Back! This week I learned about the mounted unit which is on the verge of being disbanded. Turns out they do more than show up for parades. The horses fit easily down our little alleys and the officer is high enough to see over our concrete walls and privacy fences. Given the odds of them peeking at me versus spying a bad guy hiding in my yard, I'm good with that. The officer also explained that when they bring the horses into bad neighborhoods, it gives people a chance to provide information to the officer while pretending to just pet the nice horsey.
There are the obvious advantages as well. Tourists seeing mounted police think, "look, horsey!" Tourists seeing police cars or foot patrols think, "look, The Wire!" By now, we've all seen the New Orleans episode of "Cops", so I won't explain the crowd control advantages.
Right now, Baltimore City's mounted unit is living on donated funds. Donations can be mailed to:
Baltimore Community Foundation
2 E Read St # 9
Baltimore, MD 21202-6903
Checks should be made out to:
Baltimore Community Foundation, Police Foundation Fund.
Please specify that the funds are to support the Mounted Unit; otherwise, it goes into a general fund. Information phone number: (410) 332-4171.
I will send them a couple bucks because, you know, horsey!
In other news, progress is being made in rounding up the bad guys. There's been a pretty dramatic spate of shootings around my house in recent weeks. Some arrests made, but it sounds like it's still a struggle. As happens many times, the police have a strong idea about who the bad guys are, and are just trying to build a case. Same old, same old in Bodymore. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2009|12:32 am] |
Too good not to share - Buffy vs. Edward. I think it's clear who wins that one. But this video, it's brilliant!
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[Sep. 5th, 2009|12:13 pm] |
Two reasons why I'm feeling really good today.
First, I had a dream last night that KOJ and I were visiting some people. I didn't know the owners of the house, but a couple other friends were there and it was very pleasant. There was this moment in the dream when I looked at KOJ and I realized that we hadn't been together in over a month. I climbed up into his lap and just started crying all over him with big heaving sobs and snot everywhere, because I was so glad to see him again. He just held me close, rubbed my back and told me it was allright. I was crying when I woke up, but I just felt so relieved to have felt close to him and to have gotten all of that out.
Sleeping and dreaming is so undervalued - dreams like this can do so much to help work out the little pockets of crazy that build up inside.
Second, the dude I was arguing about politics with told me I should take off my rose colored glasses and it just made me remember who I am. I do have rose colored glasses! When I look deep inside myself I see goodness and motivation to help others and I see HOPE. Great big soppy buckets of hope and it's wonderful. I do believe our better instincts will lead us to be better people and I believe that society will take two steps forward and one step back kicking and screaming all the way on the path to Utopia. Yay, Utopia! Yay me for being a starry-eyed, sappy, unrealistic, liberal!
So for everyone who's feeling bad about things now, remember the fights over civil rights, women's rights to vote, NASA, getting rid of kings, the 40 hour work week and any other societal benefit you love -- we'll get there! We will! It will take talking, arguing, mistakes and painful change, but we'll get there.
And, ok, maybe there's a third thing. I got a cool bagless Eureka vacuum for $25 from Craig's List and it works great! I love being able to see the sucked up cat hair and I love how light weight and small it is. It gets into the kooky corners and is so easy to haul up and down the stairs. Fantastic. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2009|10:27 am] |
1989 - Oh Billy, why couldn't you take me to the prom?
Billy Bragg and The Neighborhoods rendition of "I Fought the Law."
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[Sep. 5th, 2009|09:10 am] |
I just remembered that Maryland has MAIF - the Maryland Auto Insurance Fund. Way back in the 70's, we set up something so that everyone could have car insurance and could drive. I had it for a few years when I first started driving and, without it, I wouldn't have been able to get a job. So if we can make everyone's right to drive a priority, then we have to be able to give everyone the right to health care. We just have to.
Frankly, I'm worn out by the health care debate. Everyone compares Obama's plan to horrors of care in the UK or Canada. In the first place, I've been to the UK and Canada and I didn't see anyone with a bloody stump lying in the street. I have seen that in Baltimore.
In the second place, we're not even trying to move to that kind of system. It's not just that people are arguing apples to oranges, they are arguing apples to orangutans.
And finally, even in the UK, if you have a pile of money, then you can buy extra private insurance and go to private hospitals and pay for whatever kind of care you want. You just have the luxury of knowing that if you lose the pile of cash, you still have some options.
What's the big deal? |
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[Aug. 24th, 2009|05:26 am] |
Zoiks! I am up early today and, for whatever reason, I'm feeling very good about it. Yesterday involved a lot of sleeping and sulking so perhaps today will be the opposite.
I'm not a morning person and I never will be. Until I've got coffee cooling in my belly, I'm usually quite angry. Even then, there are still many days when the news or an ill timed question can send me into meltdown. Despite my moodiness, I can be very fond of mornings. Waking up early on a Monday feels like I've gotten to steal a little bit of my life back. I've got time for toast and LJ and even time to lay in bed and read before I jump in the shower and being the week. It almost feels decadent. I wish it would last longer.
So maybe I don't hate mornings and maybe I'm not unreasonably grumpy. Maybe what I hate is the hardship mornings represent. They don't belong to us. Mornings are for getting ready to work or starting the weekend chores. Mornings make you say goodbye to a comfortable bed and the person you love. Weekday mornings remind you that most of your life does not belong to you.
And there's my regular morning unhappiness back in full swing! Really though, why do we make ourselves get up early to go to work? Such a miserable thing. I look forward to a future in which humanity has recognized that alarm clocks are barbaric. Some people will always wake up early, and some people will always sleep late. Between the two shifts, more things than not will probably get done.
Forget equality, universal health care and tax reform - I just want to be allowed to sleep as much as I like and to be granted a little time for writing before I put on uncomfortable clothes and face the world. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2009|05:15 pm] |
Misery! All we can do in Baltimore is complain about the weather because it's been so miserable that it consumes all brain function. It seems like we've been trapped in this swamp for ages. Just about ninety degrees and massively humid topped with ridiculous storms after which it is even more massively humid. Despite the fact that it's still hot and disgusting, it's sort of refreshing for today to be rainy, because it is at least a minor change in the flavor of misery.
I think my sister summed it up best when she said, "I just want to go to work in my underwear."
Yuck.**
**The weather, not my sister. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2009|09:35 pm] |
A very large spider has taken up residence on my back porch. I tried to chase him away last night by breaking up his web with a broom, but the bastard was back tonight. It took me thirty seconds to head inside for the super toxic Dad recomended bug spray, but he was in hiding by the time I got back outside. Saturday's mission number one is to seek and destroy Osama Bin Spider.
Look, I agree that spiders have a right to exist in the Baltimore City ecosystem, and often welcome them since we've plenty of flying insects, but this f'er is too big to live AND he's invaded my personal living space. If he had camped out behind one of the bushes where I never had to see him, we'd be just fine now.
Oh sure, it's just a little spider. No bigger than an inch all the way around. But the evil of spiders is that they're small. They could be anywhere. A huge one crawling on you feels as faint as baby's breath. They could at least have the courtesy to buzz. Or never mind that, the very thought of buzzing spiders is going to give me nightmares. Ugh.
I may be a successful and empowered woman, but nothing makes me want to yell, "daddy, daddy!" like a big spider. Of course, if I were to call my dad and say, "daddy, please come get the spider", I can almost promise that he would. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|06:25 am] |
Home from Iceland and really wishing that I did not have to go to work. I will probably be exhausted and jet lagged all week, but it was totally worth it. Iceland is gorgeous, and KOJ makes me feel like the best person I've ever been.
Now it's back to work and Herculean efforts to catch up on everything. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|08:32 pm] |
I've never been good at making plans and, somehow, I'm especialy bad when those plans involve Depeche Mode. So I bought a ticket to see DM at the Borgota on 8/1. The plan was to drive up with my super cool friends and have a super cool time. But now I will be in Iceland which is even cooler!
So does anyone want my ticket? I paid $133 (general admission) and while I do not expect to get that, it would be nice to get something. And I'll totaly consider trades and barters. Mostly, I don't want it to be wasted. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2009|10:00 pm] |
Tiny thoughts on the current Health Care debates:
1) No one should be afraid to go to the doctor because they can't afford it. I have great insurance and love knowing that I can walk into any care facility and get whatever treatment I need. Over the past year, I've had regular check-ups, x-rays for my birthday dancing foot injury, and a visit to the Emergency Room. My total out-of-pocket costs were exactly no dollars and no cents. Not even a $10 co-pay. It's amazing and I love it, and I wish that everyone could get exactly the same thing. We have to figure out a way to do that.
2) I heard a commercial in favor of some sort of all-encompassing Health Care plan from Wal-Mart. If Wal-Mart supports something, it's probably not because it helps people, it's because it helps Wal-Mart. The problem with government sponsored medical plans is that it gives corporations the opportunity to outsource yet another expense.
3) Remember when we had that other president and he cut federal funding to all sorts of programs that provided birth control? And how he definitely wouldn't let any money get within twenty feet of any organization that could spell a-b-o-r-t-i-o-n? Remember that other thing about not funding stem cell research? If we do manage to get some kind of public health care plan going, how afraid should we be that, if we get another anti-choice, anti-science president, he will make sure that program does not provide any services related to those fields? What if it got worse than that and denied treatment for people with STD's? Instead of a perscription, they'd be handed a pamphlet that reads, "And so ye shall reap what ye've sown."
4) Anti Wal-Mart stance and Orwellian paranoia aside, I heard a man from Belgium on NPR saying that he felt sorry for US auto-workers because while he too was an auto-worker losing his job, it wouldn't mean poverty for him. Get that? People in Belgium feel sorry for us. US! The greatest nation in the world! Because we're too ding dang selfish to take care of each other! We totally need to figure out this health care thing. Totally.
5) I accidentally listend to that nudge Ed Norris on the radio today for about one and a half-minutes. He was talking about unfair it was that rich people pay more in taxes. His argument is that they did things that allowed them to be rich while poor people did things that made them remain poor. He didn't mention anything about the money he lifted from Baltimore City, but I strongly suspect he feels he shouldn't pay any special taxes on that either... I'm off topic, aren't I?
6) What do you think smart people? |
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