Goodbye.

The last few weeks have been strange ones and I have been behaving strangely within them. (I was called “saptastic” yesterday.) I suppose, it’s not just me though and I’m certain of it. Of late I’ve become increasingly aware of who people are, despite attempts to embrace their better nature, and that’s not to say that it’s all been to bad results. I sat in a room today and told three people that I caught a great break – and got three utterly different responses. Two celebrated my success, setting aside their own disappointments, and one was so consumed in her own dissatisfaction that she had not been awarded the same that she forgot that we had also earned this success.

It’s been a long time since I started blogging. In fact, looking at the records – I’ve been going since 2002. Four year later, I may be in the same city, but I’m certainly not in the same place. My life has changed in a tremendous manner but, to be honest, I’ve felt closer to my roots than ever in the last few months. I won’t say that I will ever blog like this again. Age, time and trial and error have taught me that talking through my problems isn’t awlways the best medicine and that, in most cases, the less ink that contacts paper, the better for the healing process. I won’t say that because this is a goodbye more than a beginning. It’s a goodby to all of the trials recorded here.

Were I to continue, however, the characters might remain remarkably familiar. For my newfound clarity, I have noticed, I guess, how many people in my life of whom almost all of y memories are positive. People who I wholeheartedly believe are good, through and through. Call it Karmic Repayment of luck but it just happens that many of these characters who left so long ago are returning to this city that I live in and, while I may never reach out to them as expected, I find the mere fact that there are a few more good people in my corner of the world comforting. It’s not just that they’re returning that gives me pause, it’s that they’re returning for all of the right reasons – because they’re happy. They’re finding new jobs, opening stores they’ve always dreamed of and sometimes just moving home to be near friends. I know I’m a softy at heart but knowing that good people are out there and good things are happening to tem gives me an irrationally tremendous sense of peache that I wish I could pass on to the rest of you.

So, it’s been a better goodby than some I’ve endured. I don’t know if it passes as convincing or profound, but it is what it is.

Enjoy your education.

The store looks gorgeous.

Good luck in your interview.

And, Tony, you still suck :P

Irish and Proud

MSNBC

Quandries and Pickles

Does it strike anyone else as terribly ironic that a President Bush is knocking a guy who, while defeated, still has an approval rating twice that of the Bush administration?

Jimmy Carter Is A Mythical Being From The WB

[MSNBC: Jimmy Carter is an Elder]

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Kay, that brief stint you did, watching every episode of Charmed in a month for its craptacular TV value probably had a negative impact on your psyche" and, really you might not be wrong...but if you knew I once had a dream with Jimmy Carter, Ted Kennedy and Jake Gylenhall among its list of guest stars, you'd understand that I was already a little messed up. (No, not one of those dreams!)

Anyway, Jimmy Carter is an Elder.

Nope, not kidding.

The Rise Of Emo

It's a great big duh to me, but reporters, doctors and parents are baffled as the rise of emo and MCR coincides perfectly with a sudden CDC study on the rise in suicides among teenage girls.

Who would think that listening to depressing ass, whiney, self-serving music all of the time and buying into the associated one-up drama culture would do that?

Fucking morons.

New Favorite Show

So it's been a month since i posted and I really have no desire to tell anyone why because its exhasuting.

I do, however, want to tell everyone about my new favorite tv show - Charmed.

Oh. My. God.

So this is the third epsiode i've ever watched and they've already been suckedinto an EVIL ice cream truck while the third sister is off dealing with her daddy issues.

I'm psyched. This is better than Alias.

Common Sense Is A Republican

I got this today in a forward at work...and you all know how much I love those.

My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by until today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.

Obituary
Common Sense


Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as
knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the
worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more
than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children
are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended
from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the
job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental
consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a
student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant
and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became
contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better
treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you
couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar
can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in
her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his
wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He
is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to
Blame, and I'm a Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If
you still remember him pass this on. If not, join the majority and do
nothing.