Showing posts from June, 2010

Still Grieving...

...over the loss of LOST. Take a look at this pic though and you tell me...

Is it me or is Kate, um...straddling Jack's shoulder?

Sure looks like it to me.

You be the judge.



And You Thought I Wasn't Going to Post Today

Neither did I, actually. Well, I sort of did, but also I knew that if a window opened I'd hit it with a quickie. Had no idea what that quickie was gonna be, until one of my SN Sisters sent me a link to a very interesting video.

So I watched it. Not sure what to make of it, but what is most important about the video itself is the person giving the talk drives the point home that in order to fully understand neurological diagnoses like 'Autism' and other such things, you cannot just use behavioral analysis, you have to use more sophisticated EEG methods.

Makes sense.

You know what really struck me?

That 1 in 6 number. 1 in 6. That's really remarkable. Shitty, SHITTY odds. We are really fucking up our kids with the way we have manipulated this planet and it's resources and our chemically dependent existence is catching up to us through our kids.


How do you live a chemical free life though? How do you remove all harmful shit in the world? Is it even possible anymor…

Best Laid Plans

I was hoping to get into some meat today, regarding the last five weeks.

Alas, the main course will have to wait, as Bennett, who had a temperature yesterday and was home from school, has a temperature today and is home from school. SO...there really isn't time to do the stuff I GOTTA do and also work in the stuff I WANNA do.

Know what I mean?

In the meantime, how about some recent photos of the kids? That's always cool, yeah? Gonna upload a bunch on to Facebook, but here's a few for those that do not do the whole Facebook thing.



If you ever plan to watch the show LOST, or are in the middle of doing so (Mom and Richard) and have not gotten to the last couple of seasons, you MUST stop reading now and just move on to something else.

There. I warned you.

I miss the show LOST. A lot.

In fact, believe it or not, it was one of the dozen or so reasons that this blog went dark for five weeks. I was in mourning, seriously. I know that sounds incredibly dumb, but it is the truth. Not having LOST as a part of my week, without any new season to look forward to, was very difficult to actually get over.

When the Series Finale was over, at first I was angry. I was shocked. I was sad. I was moved. I was pissed that certain things did not go the way I wanted. I found myself wanting more. More in the way of answers, more in the way of story.

I was really angry about the Purgatory Universe. It made no sense to me. I was especially mad that Jack had to die. I had this vision in my head of Jack living on as Island protector, with Hur…

Shit, I Lost a Follower.

Went from 81 to 80. I hate that. I want that number to go in the OPPOSITE direction, not down. But I gotta take the heat on that. You go five weeks without posting a bloody thing and you gotta expect some repercussions.

Goes with the territory.

I broke major Blog Etiquette guidelines by having that long of a silent gap.

I don't know why the number even matters to me.




Maybe it is some kind of validation thingamabob? If so it's only a product of what is inside my own head, because ultimately the amount of followers on the Blogger counter does not necessarily relate at all to the amount of readers there actually are.

There could be more. (Yay.)

There could be less. (Shudder.)

And it certainly doesn't have a THING to do with quality of readership or closeness of said readership or how much said readership actually gives two shits.

It is just a number. And that's all.

Anyway...just something I noticed this morning while reading some of the comments fr…

First Steps? Difficult, Indeed.

You know how something stands before you in your life, an obstacle that keeps you from moving from Point A to that always attractive but often elusive Point B?

Maybe its an argument unresolved between you and a good friend, maybe its that room that you have let so much shit pile up in that it seems there is barely room to breathe, maybe its living your life recklessly, with little regard for your body and then realizing that you have a long way to go to repair the damage you have done to it.

No matter what the obstacle is, the very first step you take towards it is the most difficult one. Well, maybe not THE most difficult, but certainly one of the most difficult. I often wonder if the last ones are the toughest, because that is often when you are at your weakest.

For weeks I have left this blog, um, well, how do I say it?

Un-blogged upon.

For weeks I have wondered how I can get back to it. For weeks I have let many people who care about me in the world exist in the dark, many fearing f…