A birthday rose for you, taken by moi, 2 years ago...
Hey Wendie,
in keeping with the newly minted, one year old tradition, here is your birthday card.
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.. and some nice quotes to make you smile.
"It takes a long time to grow young." -Pablo Picasso
"The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age." -
Lucille Ball
:)
Have a great day!
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/include-animal-rights-in-canadas-constitution-boycott-the-tiff/
My petition, lest we forget..please read and keep signing, merci!
Today's theme is thought-power!
but all the same, it's a beautiful, suddenly bright, but cold autumnal morning. I need more sleep, but my cats felt otherwise.
My grandmother's in the hospital, waiting, sleeping, while we, most of the rest of her family, cling, way too hard, painfully. When I go to the hospital, I watch her sleep and breathe and listen to the i.v drip,and take pictures of the beautiful sunset, and my grandmother too, usually asleep.
Things will get better, I know it. Today she ate..for the first time in 5 days. Pasta.
Thoughts hold strength!
The Dalai Lama's coming Friday, but at 2 in the afternoon. Who can go? Most people are working at 2 in the afternoon on a Friday, as I am. All the same, just knowing that he'll be in my city is a peaceful and good feeling!
In other news, I watched a girl, who couldn't have been older than 17, 18, the oldest, try to get away from a guy who seemed to be her pimp. It was awful. It was right on the bus, in front of everyone. Fuck, it's hard to tell though, about people and their shit. I mean the girl was wearing skin-tight leggings, but so do most girls, it seems. But still, the way that fuck talked to her and the way she came to the front of the bus to get away from him. At first I thought something good might come of it, but then the pimp...pimple? both are gross, followed her, and she looked small, scared, to me anyway, her body-language showed she wanted nothing to do with him. He started swearing at her and said shit about she had to go to work. She held her position, which was slightly turned away from him,while he towered over her. He continued threatening/guilting her. He told her she was selfish and only cared about herself and he "would take care of this one, this time." I felt hopeful for just a fleeting moment.
I thought maybe she'd have resolve and wouldn't go with him. Then some filthy old, dirty man got off and as he walked off, he ogled the girl like she was his possession. It was sickening.
When the pimple got off though, the girl meekly followed, and remained behind him the whole time, as they crossed the street.
I know thoughts carry power, so my thought is that that girl stays safe and finds strength to leave that situation. Whoever else comes across this, please take a second to focus your intention on this girl and anyone else who needs help escaping. If you can't lend your hand or voice, lend your thoughts.
I considered speaking up, as I often do, but I knew this situation was different. I knew it wasn't safe and I have to protect myself.
Focus on love
It's a well known fact that banks are the polestars of evil, to quote senior Kushner of Angels in America fame. They become even more evil, if this is even vaguely possible, when one is applying for a credit card.
My god, the fucking application and interrogation process is enough to deter anyone. All the personal question and the judgements, " You've never wanted to own a credit card before?!" they all ask me not even trying to hide their tones of rude incredulity.
It feels sort like one's soul is getting sucked out. Banks are evil, and the people who work for them are zombie-minded robots. Me: "Why do you or the bank need or want to know if I'm married or not?" One of the zombie's answers, " We just have to ask that." Right. Just like a soldier, don't think, just shoot. Me: I'm not going to answer that." I proudly wouldn't work in an army nor a bank, same shit different jargon, kind of. They both use double-speak to confuse and kind of appease the confused, fuming masses. They both are mindless entities that unethically suck our resources dry, and they both don't give a shit about the eco- destruction, and lives lost they cause and contribute to: the tar sands in Alberta, any war, anywhere. The earth gets raped, and animals are the fucking 'collateral damage'.
Donkeys in Israel and Palestine are used as fucking go-betweens, strapped with bombs , by the psycho Palestinians, and blown up. No one seems to give a shit that a being was murdered for the sickness of humans!
I love the rain! Period. It makes me so damn happy. I love the dark skies. I love the smell of the earth. I love the sound of the rain. I love feeling cozy in a rain coat and umbrella, or inside looking out on it.
I love watching the rain fall, and feeling the temperature drop too, like now, with our early fall.
It's been pouring today, and the leaves have been falling and the birds have been not as chipper. I suppose because they too want to stay dry. All of it makes me happy. Oh, and that there are fewer people out to annoy the shit out of me is a big bonus too!
This new petition is doing well. Keep signing!
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/include-animal-rights-in-canadas-constitution-boycott-the-tiff/
Almost a year ago, September 14, to be exact, I began my petition effort, urging my government; The federal government of Canada to include animal rights in the constitution. My signature goal has been to get 10,000 signatures and then deliver my petition to his royal ass holeness, our P.M.
I have happy to say I have over 4,000 signatures, almost halfway to may goal. Though I have had to post and re-post my petition 15 times, so far, which is disappointing.
I also don't understand how and why a site like Care2 has no standards at all. People can post anything they like, in the fucked up guise of petition.
My grand total for today is 4,056 signatures! That is, spread out over the 15 petitions, but still...
I will re-post again, because the fucking Toronto film festival is about to start and it was that festival that allowed those 2 evil monsters that I mention in my petition, to screen their "film" of the kitty they had found, posthumously dubbed Kensington by local activists. The "film", the basis of my petition, was torture. They found a homeless kitty and skinned him alive for the viewing pleasure of the sick public, who clearly had no qualms with it.
People probably said it was "edgy", it was "art". Let's reverse the situation and skin them alive!Please keep signing. This is my largest collection of signatures
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/put-animal-rights-into-the-constitution
and the newest: ( I hope it links properly..I've been having pure problems with stupid Care2's idiot site!)
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/include-animal-rights-in-canadas-constitution-boycott-the-tiff/
So, Earle's presence is being felt as I write, however moderate it may be. It feels like winter and the wind is strong and loud as loud. No rain today..yet, though? To be honest, I was kinda hoping for something more than strong blustery winds, but alas. It is cozy weather though.
One of the outside cats is smart, if not mean, he bit me a few weeks ago...blood and all. I was petting him and he chomped down, but he had the sense to stay in the garage today, which he isn't allowed to do, but I found him there, and it's scary weather, so I fed him there too.
I wish I could get the cool-as-hell job of being a person who names the weather conditions. Fuck, how cool would that be? You see a tornado a comin', and you get to check your alphabetized roster of names and select one or just make one up connected with where in the alphabet you're at. Tropical storms get the same deal too. I just think it would be cool.
I also wish to become a paint namer. There's a paint colour called "Aha moment". Can you imagine the conversation: I'd like the Aha Moment on the walls and the Einstein's brain on the ceiling. No, no that's the wrong shade of brain. I said Einstein's not Kruschev. "
Those would be in the line of political house paints, which would be directly next to the paints that are named for moments in your life, any moment, like, say the moment you remembered where you put the paint.
A photo I took of Loch Ness. I guess Nessie was out that particular morn.
It's a beautiful Friday afternoon, it's pouring, and there was loud, scary thunder a second ago.
I love the rain, it makes me feel pensive, but also tired. I'm grateful it's raining because the humidity was awful.
I wanted to add a sound clip...from a great movie. But alas, I've been waiting for shit to upload for over half an hour and the battery on the computer is dying and someone has decided to hide the plug...I guess that's the level of maturity here. So, to sum up, the computer's about to die, I can't get the clip up, and the plug's been hidden. Good times!
And the font button's missing, and now I am having problems publishing this wee rant.
The stupid font button decided to grace me with its appearance...after the fact though.
So frustrating.
And a final p.s, after a good hour searching for the damn plug, and the computer fully dead, I walked back into the dining room and lo, there it was, on the table. Like a miracle. Of course, it didn't walk there or even fly.
A birthday rose for you, taken by moi, 2 years ago...
