I was told you wanted an update

After my one pair of “barn pants” exploded (they caught on a piece of wood, and instead of snagging, they ripped from my knee to my crotch in .08 seconds), I went on search for a new pair. I refuse to buy brand new jeans (especially when they will be covered in grime in short order), so I head to Goodwill. Sadly, no luck. Thankfully, there are two more Goodwills I can try.

Of course, as clothing experiences tend to do, I now feel fat and want to lose this butt jiggle that I’ve obtained from sitting at a desk all day. And regret that I didn’t work out as much over this summer as I’d hoped to.

I bought a Sudoku book, all of hard puzzles, which pleases me just fine. And I stumbled upon a G.K. Chesterton book (The Innocence of Father Brown) an author Neil Gaiman mentions often (unless I’m confusing authors, but I don’t think I am), so was worth checking out (for $.27).

Finally, I’m in charge of barn duties from Friday afternoon until Saturday afternoon, so that time of my life is gone, but I don’t mind. I’ll hopefully get to ride both times, so that soothes any annoying conflicts.

And finally, for real this time, I have been writing and making ideas and such, but I’m thinking of it being a real book, so I’m torn with sharing it online (since I don’t want to be a story tease or anything). However, if I fall through on actually finishing it, I’ll be sure to share to show that the year of 25 was not wasted.

In nomine Patris et Fillii et Spiritus Sancti

They put my dog to sleep tonight. Her name was Samantha (and Sam and Sammy and Sam-Dog) and she was an old dog who lived a good life. I cried when I found out.

I thought about her soft eyes, and how we’d sit together when it would thunder, both of us trembling.

I remembered her as a puppy, teaching her commands, and I remember her as an old dog, struggling to stand. I know it’s for the best, and she’s out of pain.

I do not cry because I’m sad. I cry because I’m happy she doesn’t hurt, and she had a good life (I’d like to think).

And I regret those times I yelled at her, and that I smacked her with the paper when she wouldn’t be put to bed.

And I think about how we’d go on walks around the yard, and I’d sit there and she’d walk around me. And how she never minded being apart of the story I was thinking of at that moment. How in her time she was a wolf, a loyal hound, the last of her kind, and a familiar.

How for a few years I called her the African word for “three” because of the spots on her chest, of which there were three..although I can no longer remember the word.

I’m sorry that I have no pictures of her on my computer. Most of the ones I took of her were when she was younger and it wasn’t with a digital camera.

And she had an extra toe.

I’m out of tears now, though not really, I just think this is enough, for now, for tonight.

Exhaustion by any other name….

It started friday night…

I went to bed at 1 am and woke up at 5:30…no reason, just couldn’t sleep. I napped through out the day, but nothing really restorative.

Saturday night was better, but restless, I kept waking up and having weird dreams.

Last night was about the same, though finally from 2-6:30 I slept fairly deeply.

I hope this sleeping problem doesn’t continue. I’ve always depended on sleep as one stability in my life. I also hope it’s not because they turned on the new lamps on my block (which are bright as fuckin’ day). Or, if it is because of that, that I may learn to sleep with the light again, even though I just learned to adjust to sleeping on absolute dark (and that I sleep better that way). Or curtains, I suppose.

So this week is starting of with me being groggy and sore. Awesome.

decisions..

I want to curl up in bed tonight and not set the alarm.

Not worry about waking up tomorrow.

Not go to work.

Not have responsibilities.

I want to wake up tomorrow and restart my life, renew it, and make something great out of it.

But I guess that’ll all start when the alarm goes off.

Sweet dreams.

This war we fight is not our own.

Listen to what I’m hearing

I find this song to be very moving. For those who didn’t click, it’s Voltaire’s “Crusade.” Most of the songs I’ve heard of his tend to be funny, or at least upbeat in nature (even if it’s because it’s mocking what could possibly be a serious topic). However, this song is pretty dark and I think pretty damn timely (though, when won’t it be timely, since this age old battle has gone on for so long?) Even those songs that have darker sounds aren’t necessarily, I dunno, as powerful as I find “Crusade.”

Not sure why I really wrote this. Perhaps I was avoiding the research I was doing for my story. Maybe I just felt moved.

Paradise on Earth

I’ve had a very good several days, and have been busy enough to not have time to post.

It started with Wednesday. Although it required a stressful drive into (and later out of) the city, I went to see Neil Gaiman give a reading and Q&A. It was absolutely amazing. He’s a very laid back, down to earth person, and is really someone to admire.

Even though I got home by 9, when I woke up the next morning I had no desire to go to work, so called off. I got everything done around the house that I planned to and headed to the barn, where I got to ride two different horses. It was a lovely day, and lots of fun. Plus, I found out one of my barnmates likes Neil Gaiman. To say the least, I was stoked.

Friday, although sore from the previous day’s rides, wasn’t bad, nothing exciting at work or anything. My friends came over, we had chinese and watched anime (Simoun and Death Note). AKA, normal geek things.

This morning, after grocery shopping, I slugged in bed for far longer than normal. Then, when I finally woke up, I went shopping for some Halloween stuff. I stopped at Ollie’s first, thinking of getting a new shower curtain, but eventually decided against it. However, in my browsing, I found they had restocked the shelves that I had previously purchased there that I loved, and so I was able to buy two more sets (though, it wasn’t really financially responsible:). Plus I found pants for halloween and the color yarn I wanted.

Now I’m building the bookshelves and re-arranging my books so they are more organized and accessible.

What’s wrong with the world?

The ALA has posted their list of books most frequently challenged in 2007.

No. 1 on the list?

And Tango Makes Three. The Reasons? Anti-Ethnic, Sexism, Homosexuality, Anti-Family, Religious Viewpoint, Unsuited to Age Group.

For those who are unfamiliar, this is the (based on a true) story of two male penguins who partnered and were really bummed about not having an egg to care for (I believe they kept using a rock in place of an egg, but don’t quote me on that). So the zookeepers took an egg that was either abandoned by its parents or something happen to the parents, and the egg was successfully cared for and hatched by these two male penguins.

So, obviously homosexual in nature (gotta turn ’em young!), I’m not sure how sexism works, as I haven’t read the story, but maybe a lack of females? Obviously because it’s homosexual it has a problem with religion, and those nuts would then think it’s unsuited to the age group (because God-forbid children learn a true story about gay penguins).*

But is it anti-family because the family that was created is not “mom, dad, two kids, a dog, a cat and a fish”? It would seem very pro-family and pro-adoption. But I guess anything that doesn’t fit into our norm must be against our norm. Silly me. And I can’t even fathom how it’s “anti-ethnic.” It’s about penguins…maybe because there is only one species present? Should there be some Polar Bears too?

No. 5 on the list is the ever-popular The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Reasons: Racism. I know that this is a popular one to list, but c’mon. I figured by this day and age everyone had realized that he was anti-racism. People are morons.

The Golden Compass made it onto the list this year, I’m guessing due to the movie, and obviously for “religious viewpoint.” Which just means “we don’t agree with it.” I’m curious who has the time to write in to the ALA because they disagree with what a book says. I think I want to get a group together and we’ll start complaining about what the bible says. Do you think I could get it on the list of most-complained about?

The Perks of Being A Wallflower also made the list for homosexuality, sexual explicit, and inappropriate for age. I’m hoping the first isn’t completely related to the last, but I’m sure it effects it a little. I’m fairly certain other reasons (which would spoil the ending) are involved.

One last book, It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris. I’m not familiar with this book, but the reasons it was complained about amused me: Sex Education, Sexually Explicit. “Sex education”? That’s the best reason ever! “Dear ALA, this book is educational. But about sex! How dare they!” This is what Publishers Weekly said about the book: “this intelligent, amiable and carefully researched book… frankly explains the physical, psychological, emotional and social changes that occur during puberty.” Emberley’s watercolor and pencil art “reinforces [the] message that bodies come in all sizes, shapes and colors-and that each variation is `perfectly normal.’ ” Ages 10-14.

That’s a horror if I ever saw one.

Anyways, this just makes me want to do more to piss people off. Y’know, I almost want to write a book that makes it onto the list. That’s pretty good advertising, isn’t it?

*If homosexuality is a psychological condition (according to some nut-jobs, not the APA), then would these penguins need counseling?