Ok, I'm anti-abortion. Let's get that out of the way.
However, I don't have any special ability that lets me control people's actions or minds (and thank goodness, I wouldn't want that responsibility) so I don't do the abortion debate anymore.
Everyone already knows the main points from both sides so why waste time arguing if it should or shouldn't be legal?
However, I am first and foremost a member of the medical profession and so when I see people spreading ignorance in matters of health, I hit the roof.
Here's my biggest pet peeves when it come to the abortion debate, from a strictly medical standpoint.
Terminology
Zygote: less than 16 cells. Don't call a 6 day old pregnancy a zygote, that's stupid.
Blastocyst: From 58 cells to about day 13-15. Don't call a 3 weeker a blastocyst, that's also stupid.
Embryo: from about day fifteen to week 8 after conception or 3 cm long, which ever comes first. Don't say a an aborted 1o weeker is an embryo. Again, you look like you have no idea what you're talking about.
Medical Assistance
If you're argument centers around how you aren't alive if you need mechanical support I am going to serve you for breakfast because you are probably good fried in grease with a side of eggs.
First of all, "mechanical support" or "the help of machines" is so vague that such a statement automatically clues me in to your ignorance. In addition to ventilators we have suction, bag-valve masks, NG tubes, Bili-lights and more that are actually commonly used in delivery of full term infants.
(And I take such a thing personally since without suctioning and a NG tube I wouldn't be here...and I was 3 weeks late...though I suppose some would argue that the world would be better were I not here)
Secondly, no one would say that a 6 year old or 16 year old on a ventilator is not alive or not human so the ventilator clearly has nothing to do with it.
Dependence
Lack of dependence does not make you human. My dog is not dependent on me but he is not human. However, I've had several very dependent patients. Ones that depend on medications, on IV pumps, on mobility devices, on ventilators, on blood transfusions. They are all still 100% human.
The absolute last thing I want is for my patients to be considered less than what they are. I take my job as a patient advocate VERY seriously and every time someone says something like this it's like they're attacking every one of my patients. Momma Nurse is going to lay the smackdown on you for that.
Anyway, it's DNA that make you human, as opposed to a cow or a pine tree or a fruit fly. Pick up a science journal sometime.
In the grand scheme of things I'm actually really pro-choice. I think we should have complete control over our own bodies until that control effects the body of another human being.
It's why I'm for physician assisted suicide for the terminally ill.
It's why I'm against someone knocking you unconcious and stealing your kidney because theirs are failing.
**NOTE** And none of the strawman arguments about "You only care about the unborn. Once they're born and not being cared for you don't give a shit." I will rip out your eyes and feed them to a goose if you accuse me of that. I'm days away from being a pediatric ER nurse so don't give me that bull; you know very little about me.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
If I wasn't a Christian, I'd hate them too. ...as it is I just really really really dislike most of them.
With so many people out there hating Christians, you'd think Christians might be inclined to, I don't know, look into that. Why do they hate us? Oh, because we act like assholes and USE ALL CAPS ALL THGE TIME (spelling error left on purpose) to display our displeasure and call them names and tell them we hate them, that God hates them and on and on goes the list. Maybe Christians should stop doing these things.
Johnny Christian Boy: "Oh, but the Bible says we will be hated."
Me: Yeaaaaaaaaaah. So? The Bible also says we'll be faced with trials and tribulations of many kinds, I don't see a whole lot of you voluntarily lining up for that or trying to bring that on yourself. Better to be hated for doing good than doing evil (1 Peter 3:17).
Susie Q Christian Girl: "But they're going to go to hell if we don't tell them!"
Me: You told them, and guess what? They still don't want to be a Christian! Why do you think that is, hmmmm?
Mr. Christian Pastor Dude: "Jesus said..."
Me: *cuts him off* Love your neighbor (Mark 12:31)? Think of others more highly than yourself (Phil 2:3)? Look to the interests of others (Phil 2:4)? Speak with gentleness and respect (1 Peter 3:15)? Be gentle as doves (Matt 10:16)? Are you doing any of these??!?!?
Ms. Church lady: "I do love them, I am thinking about them. That's why I have to tell them to stop being homosexuals or they will go to hell!"
Me: And how's that been working for ya? How many people have actually come to Christ via that method?
Back to Johnny: "What matters is that I am obeying God."
Me: Obeying God how? God said to make disciples (Matt 28:18). How do you plan on doing that if you've already made them hate you (and every other Christian by association)?
Did anyone ever stop to think maybe they should take a page from Jesus' book? (haha, literally even) He was kind, loving, understanding, hopeful, gracious, a friend, a comforter. Not this scary man waving a stick around screaming about hell and what sinners they all were. He talked about hell and he talked about sin, but he never singled people out in public forums to discuss their private sins (except for the religious leaders, of course, who were abusing the poor lay people in such ways).
Every Christians wishes they lived in Biblical times. Guess what? You got your wish! We're overflowing with hypocrites! Line up, pick your sides, would you rather be a Pharisee or Saducee? I hear they've both got rockin' jerseys!
Johnny Christian Boy: "Oh, but the Bible says we will be hated."
Me: Yeaaaaaaaaaah. So? The Bible also says we'll be faced with trials and tribulations of many kinds, I don't see a whole lot of you voluntarily lining up for that or trying to bring that on yourself. Better to be hated for doing good than doing evil (1 Peter 3:17).
Susie Q Christian Girl: "But they're going to go to hell if we don't tell them!"
Me: You told them, and guess what? They still don't want to be a Christian! Why do you think that is, hmmmm?
Mr. Christian Pastor Dude: "Jesus said..."
Me: *cuts him off* Love your neighbor (Mark 12:31)? Think of others more highly than yourself (Phil 2:3)? Look to the interests of others (Phil 2:4)? Speak with gentleness and respect (1 Peter 3:15)? Be gentle as doves (Matt 10:16)? Are you doing any of these??!?!?
Ms. Church lady: "I do love them, I am thinking about them. That's why I have to tell them to stop being homosexuals or they will go to hell!"
Me: And how's that been working for ya? How many people have actually come to Christ via that method?
Back to Johnny: "What matters is that I am obeying God."
Me: Obeying God how? God said to make disciples (Matt 28:18). How do you plan on doing that if you've already made them hate you (and every other Christian by association)?
Did anyone ever stop to think maybe they should take a page from Jesus' book? (haha, literally even) He was kind, loving, understanding, hopeful, gracious, a friend, a comforter. Not this scary man waving a stick around screaming about hell and what sinners they all were. He talked about hell and he talked about sin, but he never singled people out in public forums to discuss their private sins (except for the religious leaders, of course, who were abusing the poor lay people in such ways).
Every Christians wishes they lived in Biblical times. Guess what? You got your wish! We're overflowing with hypocrites! Line up, pick your sides, would you rather be a Pharisee or Saducee? I hear they've both got rockin' jerseys!
Friday, February 27, 2009
The "Good Old Days"
I not naive enough to think it was really all that great back then. I know they had their problems. I know for certain I'd have never made it to 23 with my big mouth and my intolerance for racism.
But still I can't help but think...maybe...maybe life was a little better...a little easier...when everything was a sin instead of when nothing is...
" There's a black man dead for no reason. Now the man responsible for it is dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time Mr. Finch. I never heard tell it was against the law for any citizen to do his utmost to prevent a crime from being committed, which is exactly what he did. But maybe you'll tell me it's my duty to tell the town all about it and not to hush it up. Well you know what'll happen then? All the ladies in Maycomb including my wife will be knocking on his door bringing angel food cakes. To my way of thinking, taking the one man who's done you and this town a big service and dragging him with his shy ways into the limelight - to me that's a sin... it's a sin. And I'm not about to have it on my head. I may not be much Mr. Finch, but I'm still sheriff of Maycomb County and Bob Ewell fell on his knife. Good night sir. " --Sherrif Tate, To Kill A Mockingbird
But still I can't help but think...maybe...maybe life was a little better...a little easier...when everything was a sin instead of when nothing is...
" There's a black man dead for no reason. Now the man responsible for it is dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time Mr. Finch. I never heard tell it was against the law for any citizen to do his utmost to prevent a crime from being committed, which is exactly what he did. But maybe you'll tell me it's my duty to tell the town all about it and not to hush it up. Well you know what'll happen then? All the ladies in Maycomb including my wife will be knocking on his door bringing angel food cakes. To my way of thinking, taking the one man who's done you and this town a big service and dragging him with his shy ways into the limelight - to me that's a sin... it's a sin. And I'm not about to have it on my head. I may not be much Mr. Finch, but I'm still sheriff of Maycomb County and Bob Ewell fell on his knife. Good night sir. " --Sherrif Tate, To Kill A Mockingbird
To Kill a Mockingbird
I just finished watching To Kill a Mockingbird. It was a different experience than I had reading it as a kid. I read it when I'd just entered school at 13 years old.
(I was homeschooled till then, and while it was a fine education I think it might have been what stunted my emotional maturity by three years. Regardless, at 13 I was more of a ten year old)
When I read the book (and loved it) I paid little to no attention to Atticus Finch. I only cared about Scout and what crazy thing she'd do next. Most of the racial implications were lost on me since I simply considered racists to be morons. I don't think I ever realized the lynching scene for what it was.
Anywhos, watching it today I picked up on all the things I missed when I read it a decade ago. Most powerful to me was the lynching scene. At 13 I loved Scout for her fire and determination as a kid. The fact that she had the balls to kick the men grabbing at her brother made me laugh. But today, the fact that Atticus raised such brave kids, even in the face of all that was going on, made me cry.
Another thing: To Kill a Mockingbird's trial scenes reminded me of A Time to Kill. Both movies made me want to strangle the witnesses. I can't stand to watch the "god fearing" white man put his hand on the Bible and then turn around and lie lie lie lie lie. Self righteous southern bastards.
(I was homeschooled till then, and while it was a fine education I think it might have been what stunted my emotional maturity by three years. Regardless, at 13 I was more of a ten year old)
When I read the book (and loved it) I paid little to no attention to Atticus Finch. I only cared about Scout and what crazy thing she'd do next. Most of the racial implications were lost on me since I simply considered racists to be morons. I don't think I ever realized the lynching scene for what it was.
Anywhos, watching it today I picked up on all the things I missed when I read it a decade ago. Most powerful to me was the lynching scene. At 13 I loved Scout for her fire and determination as a kid. The fact that she had the balls to kick the men grabbing at her brother made me laugh. But today, the fact that Atticus raised such brave kids, even in the face of all that was going on, made me cry.
Another thing: To Kill a Mockingbird's trial scenes reminded me of A Time to Kill. Both movies made me want to strangle the witnesses. I can't stand to watch the "god fearing" white man put his hand on the Bible and then turn around and lie lie lie lie lie. Self righteous southern bastards.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
He's Just Not That Into You
So Morgan and I went to see He's Just Not That Into You tonight and it was so cute. I liken it to Love Actually only I think I may have like LA more...I don't know. LA was definitely more depressing though.
So I spent half the movie trying to decide if I was more like Mary or more like Gigi. Of course I wanted to be Mary but thought I was like Gigi...until the end when I wished I was Gigi and realized I was actually Anna!
I didn't want to be Anna!
Crap it all.
But I am Anna. Or I was. I was the one who dated a guy who was clearly not over his ex, who kept a non-boyfriend on the side, and who eventually had to cut her losses and go off to learn who I really was.
Sarah is definitely Gigi. Which makes me happy for her.
Favorite line: "You're my exception" -- Alex. Definitely comparitive to the "To me you are perfect" card in Love Actually.
Anyway, that is all. Good movie, go see it.
So I spent half the movie trying to decide if I was more like Mary or more like Gigi. Of course I wanted to be Mary but thought I was like Gigi...until the end when I wished I was Gigi and realized I was actually Anna!
I didn't want to be Anna!
Crap it all.
But I am Anna. Or I was. I was the one who dated a guy who was clearly not over his ex, who kept a non-boyfriend on the side, and who eventually had to cut her losses and go off to learn who I really was.
Sarah is definitely Gigi. Which makes me happy for her.
Favorite line: "You're my exception" -- Alex. Definitely comparitive to the "To me you are perfect" card in Love Actually.
Anyway, that is all. Good movie, go see it.
Assumptions
Well, first of all, we all know what happens when you ass-u-me something.
But as I've traversed the Xanga world I continue to see things where people completely freak out when things are assumed about them.
I don't understand the freak out over a complete stranger getting something wrong about you. I find it amusing when people assume things like I'm a lesbian or have never read the Bible or am not American. I just sit at my computer and smirk at how incredibly off base they are. But I rarely ever clue them into the truth because clearly they are lacking in intelligence (since one click on my screen name reveals my entire life) and it's really usually not relevant to whatever we're discussing.
But, having a degree in psychology and being rather bored about 20 hours a day, I started analyzing the asumptions people make about others.
By far my favorite is when someone assumes someone else is a Christian (erroneously) and the nonChristian flies off the handle in a mad frenzy to distance themselves from the assumption (clearly this says a lot about how people perceive Christianity but that's another discussion entirely).
This is my favorite for a few reasons.
1. Even if someone assumed I was a Satanist I wouldn't get as worked up as some of these people. Let alone if it's just some relatively peaceful and sane religion (ie. no alien watchers or sacrificing human babies). And especially if it is the personal religion of the person doing the assuming. If a Hindu assumes I am Hindu from the things I am saying, why would I be offended? Clearly we have a lot of common ground and they have noticed that I am not antagonistic toward them.
2. The psychology behind it (here it comes!). Studies have shown that when we like or agree with someone we tend to project all of our positive attributes (and even our physical features) on this person (and vice versa). When I find someone I find who is snarky and funny and knows what they're talking about I immediately picture a white/whitish college-educated girl about my age with wavy brown hair sitting in her bedroom in the US. On the flip side, when I find a troll I can't stand I tend to picture a pimply fatty man with greasy hair, bathed in the irridesent light of his laptop as he munches on pork rinds in a virtual cave. Rarely are these ever the case, and when I find out otherwise my visual picture changes but not my opinion.
The reason we do this is that we want to imagine having as much in common as possible with people we deem "like us." This is why we tend to be surprised when someone from "our side of the tracks" likes something (music, a SO etc) from "the other side." We also want to put as much distance between us and people we disagree with. Our brains like to categorize into "like me" and "not like me" even though the world is so much more complex.
So, when I write "I assume you're a Christian"
"What a fool I was, what a dominated fool"
...to think that I would be so fortunate as to be able to escape the political rants after the election was over for at least a blessed 3.5 years. *$&#$(#$#@!#@#
That's it! I'm moving to the moon.
My tribute to all the blossoming internet pundits:
No, my reverberated friend,
you are not the beginning and the end.
There'll be spring every year without you.
[The US] still will be here without you.
There'll be fruit on the tree.
And a shore by the sea.
There'll be crumpets and tea without you.
Art and music will thrive without you.
Somehow Keats will survive without you.
And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain,
even that will remain without you.
I can do without you.
They can still rule with land without you.
[Capitol Hill] will stand without you.
And without much ado we can all muddle through without you.
Without your pulling it the tide comes in
Without your twirling it the Earth can spin
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I!
...I can stand on my own without you
So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well
Without you!
(from My Fair Lady)
That's it! I'm moving to the moon.
My tribute to all the blossoming internet pundits:
No, my reverberated friend,
you are not the beginning and the end.
There'll be spring every year without you.
[The US] still will be here without you.
There'll be fruit on the tree.
And a shore by the sea.
There'll be crumpets and tea without you.
Art and music will thrive without you.
Somehow Keats will survive without you.
And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain,
even that will remain without you.
I can do without you.
They can still rule with land without you.
[Capitol Hill] will stand without you.
And without much ado we can all muddle through without you.
Without your pulling it the tide comes in
Without your twirling it the Earth can spin
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I!
...I can stand on my own without you
So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well
Without you!
(from My Fair Lady)
The Perils of Online Dating
Ok, first let me justify why I am on an online dating site: I'm moving 900 miles after graduation to a city where I literally know 5 people. (Two of which are married and one of which will not be allowed to know I live there) I thought maybe I should try and at least meet some people before I get there and my new nursing job takes my social life away.
That said...these are my rules for online dating sites. Or "How to get me to click on your profile."
1. Keep your shirt on. Literally and seriously. 99% of you should not be letting complete strangers see you without a shirt. Plus it's already weird enough to be contacting complete strangers to say "Gee, I think we might make swell friends" and I don't want anyone thinking I was swayed by their pastey scrawney shirtlessness.
2. Keep your disillusionment out of your profile. You may think it's harmless to say "I do NOT tolerate cheaters AT ALL" because, gee, who does? But it makes me immediately assume you are not over the fact that someone cheated on you in the past and have trust issues. Next!
3. Hott girls in your profile picture. Wha-? Do you want to drive girls away? This goes for those of you who make your main picture the one with you and your exgirlfriend cropped out....only not entirely because it is still painfully clear that her arms are around your neck. Pick another picture doofus.
4. We all assume you're not as great as your profile says you are, no need to erase all doubt by saying "I am not Prince Charming. I will not sweep you off your feet. Get over it." Um, ok, but I was never under it...
5. You and your uniform. Ok, we understand you are proud to carry a gun. Do you ever change into normal people clothes? (The only exception is military camos).
6. Advertising your gang affilitation. I may be a white chick but I know how to translate "Latin Kings"...esp. when you're throwing up gang signs in your picture.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Lessons from El Laberinto Del Fauno (Pan's Labyrinth)
I fell in love with El Laberinto Del Fauno from the very first lines:
"Cuentan que hace mucho, mucho tiempo, en el reino subterráneo, donde no existe la mentira ni el dolor, vivía una princesa que soñaba con el mundo de los humanos. Soñaba con el cielo azul, la brisa suave y el brillante sol. Un día, burlando toda vigilancia, la princesa escapó. Una vez en el exterior, la luz del sol la cegó y borró de su memoria cualquier indicio del pasado. La princesa olvidó quién era - de dónde venía... Su cuerpo sufrió frío, enfermedad y dolor. Y al correr de los años... murió.Sin embargo, su padre, el Rey, sabía que el alma de la princesa regresaría, quizá en otro cuerpo, en otro tiempo y en otro lugar. Y él la esperaría hasta su último aliento, hasta que el mundo dejara de girar."
(A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the bright sun blinded her and erased her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. And eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning... )
It is the most beautiful opening of any movie ever. I love love love LOVE it. Never have I fallen so fast and hard for a movie before.
It immediately reminded me of myself, of us as children of God. We awake in this world totally unaware of our status as royal children of the King. Our bodies suffer greatly and we die. But all the while our Father does not give up hoping that we will return to Him eventually. I just love that last line of the opening most of all: And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning.
My next favorite line is when Ofelia/Moanna has to confront the ginormous disgusting toad. It has a key that she needs, that in essence belongs to her. It tries to intimidate her with its size and gortesqueness but she squares her shoulders and says "Hello. I am Princess Moanna, and I am not afraid of you." What a gutsy princess. She knows who she is. She owns her identity. And she is awesome for it.
Despite everyone repeatedly telling her magic does not exist, she persists in her beliefs. Ultimately she saves her half-brother from her evil stepfather by dying for him instead of selfishly sacrificing him for her own gai, which returns her to her world.
I love it :)
"Cuentan que hace mucho, mucho tiempo, en el reino subterráneo, donde no existe la mentira ni el dolor, vivía una princesa que soñaba con el mundo de los humanos. Soñaba con el cielo azul, la brisa suave y el brillante sol. Un día, burlando toda vigilancia, la princesa escapó. Una vez en el exterior, la luz del sol la cegó y borró de su memoria cualquier indicio del pasado. La princesa olvidó quién era - de dónde venía... Su cuerpo sufrió frío, enfermedad y dolor. Y al correr de los años... murió.Sin embargo, su padre, el Rey, sabía que el alma de la princesa regresaría, quizá en otro cuerpo, en otro tiempo y en otro lugar. Y él la esperaría hasta su último aliento, hasta que el mundo dejara de girar."
(A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the bright sun blinded her and erased her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. And eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning... )
It is the most beautiful opening of any movie ever. I love love love LOVE it. Never have I fallen so fast and hard for a movie before.
It immediately reminded me of myself, of us as children of God. We awake in this world totally unaware of our status as royal children of the King. Our bodies suffer greatly and we die. But all the while our Father does not give up hoping that we will return to Him eventually. I just love that last line of the opening most of all: And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning.
My next favorite line is when Ofelia/Moanna has to confront the ginormous disgusting toad. It has a key that she needs, that in essence belongs to her. It tries to intimidate her with its size and gortesqueness but she squares her shoulders and says "Hello. I am Princess Moanna, and I am not afraid of you." What a gutsy princess. She knows who she is. She owns her identity. And she is awesome for it.
Despite everyone repeatedly telling her magic does not exist, she persists in her beliefs. Ultimately she saves her half-brother from her evil stepfather by dying for him instead of selfishly sacrificing him for her own gai, which returns her to her world.
I love it :)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I am anti-first amendment rights
...when it comes to people on street corners.
Do you have any idea how many almost-accidents I saw today at ONE intersection (I was stopped for the light) because people were gawking at the the protesters on the sidewalk?!?!?!?!?! 5!!!!! Including the kid who rode his bike right in front of my car (which was moving through a green light) because his head was literally turned almost 180 degrees reading their signs.
...and then, despite my inflamed anger at their dangerously oblivious actions, I too wound up turning nearly 180 degrees trying to read the majority of their various signs. (I had to know who I was so angry with)
Ugh!
Like you're going to change anyone's minds from a sidewalk anyway. Get real.
After all, everyone knows it's much more effective to troll the ReveLife boards. *smirks*
Do you have any idea how many almost-accidents I saw today at ONE intersection (I was stopped for the light) because people were gawking at the the protesters on the sidewalk?!?!?!?!?! 5!!!!! Including the kid who rode his bike right in front of my car (which was moving through a green light) because his head was literally turned almost 180 degrees reading their signs.
...and then, despite my inflamed anger at their dangerously oblivious actions, I too wound up turning nearly 180 degrees trying to read the majority of their various signs. (I had to know who I was so angry with)
Ugh!
Like you're going to change anyone's minds from a sidewalk anyway. Get real.
After all, everyone knows it's much more effective to troll the ReveLife boards. *smirks*
I tried to learn the Jai Ho dance
But I failed.
Almost as badly as I failed trying to learn the lyrics. I'd say that there's always tomorrow...except it is tomorrow...
Almost as badly as I failed trying to learn the lyrics. I'd say that there's always tomorrow...except it is tomorrow...
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Live blogging the Oscars...with a bottle of Arbor Mist
7:13 The Jonas Brothers. I never knew how out of the loop I was about them...not that it matters because they're like, little kids basically, but still. That middle one is cute. And unfortunately I do like their SOS song. I'm so ashamed. Thank God we're moving on to Anne Hathaway after the commercial.
I have cranberry twist Arbor Mist white merlot. It's perfectly great for the price 3.99
7:15 I can't wait until I don't have to mute the TV every time a preview for He's Just Not That Into You comes on. We're seeing it next weekend so then all will be good and right in the world.
7:19 I've officially added Rachel Getting Married to the top of my Netflix list. Yay! (the list is getting too short...)
7:22 Anne is my hero. She wants to have kids but not necessarily get married. I love her!
7:23 "I have been known to drink a whole 1/2 bottle of wine in one sitting." (A.H.) *looks at my 3/4 remaining wine bottle* Hmmm....
7:25 JULIA ROBERT and CLIVE OWEN!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I know what I'll be watching March 20th...
7:27 The younger Mickey Rourke reminds me of a Bruce Willis with way better hair. Now he's so ugly...
7:42 I'm such a bad woman: I love that T-mobile commercial with the wife who tells her commitment-phobe husband she switch phone providers and he says "I love you. And this time I mean it." I snicker every time I see it. That and the "We've had eleven bulldogs, all named Steve" part.
7:43 But I am a woman: I cry every time I see the Mutual of Omaha commercials...
7:44 Ahhhh, X-men Origins: Wolverine. Can't wait. I love X-men.
7:45 I hate Oklahoma! but I wish I owned the Hugh Jakcman version
7:46 Rarely can I call a man sexy...in fact I don't think I ever have ("hott" "smoking" "cute" yes, but never sexy) but Hugh Jackman is totally sexy.
7:48 I want to marry an Australian. I love their accents... Maybe I'll move there.
8:01 Oscars drinking game: You have to drink every time they ask "who are you wearing?", or someone cries during their speech, You have to chug if someone accidentally gets up to receive an award they actually didn't win.
8:04 Oooh Taraji Henson's dress!
8:06 What is Miley Cyrus wearing? Ick.
8:10 The little kids from SM are soooooooo cute. They're clinging to Dev's hand. Awwwwww. They're the one's I'd most like to meet if I was on the red carpet.
8:13 Oh, I'd like to see Robert Downey Jr. too
8:20 What the heck is up with the accountant montage?
8:23 I love it when the actors heckle the interviewer. "Ok, we'll wrap it up" (reporter) "Oh I get it, someone more famous is walking in aren't they?" (Jack Black)
8:26 Boring conversation with the Oscar producer is on so I found the actual Oscar's drinking game for this year:
For every joke about Obama and black presidents in disaster movies, take a drink.
For any joke involving both Bush and Nixon, or W. and Frost/Nixon, take a drink.
If Hugh Jackman sings, take a drink.
If he performs part of X-Men: The Musical, take another.
If Jackman somehow manages to ram his crotch into the camera, take a drink.
For any interpretative dancing, take a drink.
If any dance or musical number involves a dancing cockroach or orphans on crutches, take a drink.
If The Dark Knight not being nominated for Best Picture is referenced, take a drink.
For any Christian Bale/eye-line gags, take a drink.
If the nomination counts for Kate Winslet or Meryl Streep are mentioned, take a drink.
If Jack Nicholson is shown grinning, take a drink.
If Jack is sitting with an actress 24 years old or younger (one-third his age), take three drinks.
If the Weinsteins have taken hostage a gorgeous actress to sit with them, take a drink (and say a prayer for the poor dear).
If one of the presenters can’t pronounce a nominee’s name or can’t read the teleprompter, take a drink.
For every lame joke that bombs — drink some water, you need to pace yourself.
If anyone thanks God, the almighty, etc. take a drink.
If they thank Ganesha, Xenu or the Flying Spaghetti Monster, finish your drink.
If anyone thanks his or her agent, take a sip of someone else's drink.
If anyone says he or she is “humbled” or “blessed,” take a drink.
If the music starts before the winner is finished, take a drink.
If not all the winners in a group get to speak, take a drink.
If someone forgets to thank their significant other, take a drink.
If anyone cries, whether onstage or in the audience, take a drink.
If a winner says, “Gosh, I don’t know who to thank,” only to begin thanking people, take a drink.
If anyone is caught snoozing in the audience, take a drink.
For any award presented by adorable moppets, adorable muppets, or animated characters, take a drink of soda or something sweet.
If a live actor awkwardly banters with an animated character, take another drink of the same.
For every plea to stamp out movie piracy, take a drink.
For every seemingly purposeless montage, take a drink.
This has already happened.
If the montage or a presenter in some way plugs seeing movies in the theater, take another drink.
Ditto.
If anyone climbs over Steven Spielberg and says they want to make love to the audience in the firmament, finish your drink.
Ditto if anyone says they're the king of the world and starts whooping.
Two sips for "You like me, you really like me."
And hit the bathroom if someone announces on stage their need to pee.
OSCAR PRE-SHOW
If Billy Bush makes a bad pun, take a drink.
If the red carpet crew get breathless over an arrival but can't name someone, take a drink.
If any of the red carpet arrivals snub the entertainment reporters, take a drink. (Three if it's Oprah.)
8:30 Finally! Ooooh, pretty stage.
8:35 OMH this is hilarious
8:28 What the heck. They reinvented it alright...
8:40 Is it just me or does Angelina look irritated every time someone talks to her? "I'm just contractually obligated to mention them five times during the show" Priceless.
8:41 Awesome. You could actually hear the stage techs freaking out "OPEN THE CURTAINS!!!"
8:54 "A writer once said 'He who writes a movie lives forever.'" "The man who said that is now dead."
8:56 Best Original Screenplay: Well, I called that one.
8:57 OMG that guy is like, 20! Wth? How did he write an Oscar worthy screenplay? I feel like a complete failure. Gee thanks random kid who wrote Milk, a super boring but politically on fire film.
8:58 Oh damn, I can't hate him, he just told all the GLBTs that God loves them, which is more than any Christian has ever done on a national stage. Dangit. I really wanted to harbor bitter hatred for him and his accomplishment. Dang dang dang.
8:59 Come on Slumdog!!!!!!!!!!
9:00 Oh, wait, that "kid" who wrote Milk is actually 35.
9:01 SLUMDOG WINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!! We're 1/1.
9:04 "Every year I do one Dreamworks film, take all the money to the Oscars and bet it on Pixar." (Jack Black)
9:06 I wish they'd had an animation category all along. Wow. WALL-E wins. Was anyone shocked? I thought not.
9:09 How the heck did La Maison en Petite Cubes win? o.O I was thinking....that bunny one from the beginning of WALL-E or the octopus one. But only bc Sarah hates octopi and I wanted to text her that it won.
9:14 Uh oh, black screen. Are my local retards f-ing with my Oscars viewing or did they have to activate their 17 sec delay?
9:15 Trip counter: 1, SJP If I wore a dress that long and had to walk across a floor that slick, I' put tennis shoes on right before I went out
9:20 I'm rooting for Benjamin Button. As they said, it had to span 7 decades and change design every 20 minutes.
9:21 Bah, The Duchess. Period pieces always win. How hard is it to do a period piece? It's only been done a thousand times.
9:24 Random thought (it's gotten boring): I want another Oscars where someone sweeps the top 5. We haven't had that since I started watching.
9:25 Twilight!?
9:26 We need more Hugh!
9:27 Hey, a montage worth watching! I love me my Rom-Coms.
9:33 Slumdog! Slumdog! Slumdog!
9:35 YES! 2/2
9:38 Ewww to Jessica Biel's dress.
9:40 They're promising more Hugh and it sounds like maybe the Slumdog kids.
9:45 Ok, that was a good montage too.
9:46 Whoa, Seth Rogan has lost a lot of weight!
9:52 Yay musicals!
9:57 I love musicals. I want to see them do the Slumdog Millionaire dance. I want to learn that dance. I'm going to learn. Tonight.
9:58 I think I'm a little tipsy.
10:05 Cuba is so great.
10:06 Yeah, because we all have noooooooooooo idea who is winning Best Supporting Actor.
10:07 I think I might cry
10:09 They better not try to play his family off the stage if they take a while, that's all I have to say.
10:10 His mum and sister have awesome dresses.
10:14 Seriously? We're going to tote idealogical beliefs at the Oscars? Again? Boooooooooo! It's about movies you idiot, and yours wasn't even nominated. Ugh, it so irritates me when people ruin my perfect escapes from reality with their reality. Makes me want to punch him.
10:16 I'm googling this presenter dude to see if he's in any movies where I could watch him get hit by a train or eaten by an alien or anything. See what happens when you ruin my shows?!?!?!
10:17 Oh my gosh get him off the stage already, now he's being mean to the poor guys who just won. What a sore loser he is!
10:18 Yay Smile Pinky!
10:19 Ooooh, action film montage next. I'm already forgetting Mr. Rude Presenter Man.
10:25 Man I love my action films. I've actually seen all of those. And I love Will Smith. He is a hot man.
10:26 Booo, I really wanted Ironman to win. I loved Ironman. Benjamin Button looks like one of those movies I'd really look forward to seeing, just to be disappointed and bored for two hours wishing it would end.
10:28 Man this one is hard, but I'm all for a Slumdog Millionaire sweep so SLUMDOG SLUMDOG!!!
10:29 Ah, alright, Dark Knight was good. 2/3 there goes my sweep
10:30 I really don't understand the sound awards.
10:31 YAY SLUMDOG!!! 3/4
10:34 Ok, I understand film editing, and Slumdog Millionaire definitely DESERVES this award. Come on SM!
10:35 YAY!!!!!!! 4/5
10:44 I really like the Academy Humanitarian Awards.
10:52 I went and trimmed my hair in that interlude
10:53 Ok, SM's music makes me happy and sad all at the same time whe I hear it.
10:54 *claps madly* YAYAYAAYAYAYAYA!!!! 5/6
10:55 Oh, I hate it when they try to turn into stand up comedians while accepting their awards. I just wind up feeling bad when no one laughs.
10:56 SM has a 2/3 chance of winning original song...I hope it holds
10:59 Oh I want the third song to win. I love that dance!!!
11:00 I'm going to go buy this off of iTunes
11:01 I love it when my team wins like this. Yes, my team. The Oscars are my sport of choice. And we're 6/7
11:02 If we win all these awards and lose best picture I will be so sad.
11:14 I watched this goodbye montage and realized that even though I don't particularly remember most of them, it won't be too long before that screen is composed completely of actors and directors and producers I grew up watching.
11:19 Come on Danny Boyle.... I'm tired of Ron Howard.
11:20 Of course, my boy, Danny Boyle. 7/8
11:31 Man, I really want Anne Hathaway to win but she's up against such tough competition. I can only hope the voters were divided over Meryl and Angelina. I love Angie but come on, she already has an Oscar.
11:32 Ok, Kate's a good win too. She's deserved it so many times before. So many good performances this year.
11:43 Weren't they expecting Mickey Rourke to win this? Is this an upset?
11:46 Ok, see I'm fine with Sean Penn's plea for homosexual marriage because it has to do with his movie. If he was up there talking about torture or something unrelated to his film, I'd throw a shoe at him.
11:47 BEST PICTURE TIME!!! ...is Steven Australian? I don't get that joke...
11:50 Ok I want to see The Reader now.
11:52 SLUMDOG!!!!!!! We're so close!!!!!!
11:53 YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't wait to buy my copy and see "Winner of 8 Academy Awards, including Best Motion Picture"
11:58 Ooooh, I'm excited for this year's movies already!
I have cranberry twist Arbor Mist white merlot. It's perfectly great for the price 3.99
7:15 I can't wait until I don't have to mute the TV every time a preview for He's Just Not That Into You comes on. We're seeing it next weekend so then all will be good and right in the world.
7:19 I've officially added Rachel Getting Married to the top of my Netflix list. Yay! (the list is getting too short...)
7:22 Anne is my hero. She wants to have kids but not necessarily get married. I love her!
7:23 "I have been known to drink a whole 1/2 bottle of wine in one sitting." (A.H.) *looks at my 3/4 remaining wine bottle* Hmmm....
7:25 JULIA ROBERT and CLIVE OWEN!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I know what I'll be watching March 20th...
7:27 The younger Mickey Rourke reminds me of a Bruce Willis with way better hair. Now he's so ugly...
7:42 I'm such a bad woman: I love that T-mobile commercial with the wife who tells her commitment-phobe husband she switch phone providers and he says "I love you. And this time I mean it." I snicker every time I see it. That and the "We've had eleven bulldogs, all named Steve" part.
7:43 But I am a woman: I cry every time I see the Mutual of Omaha commercials...
7:44 Ahhhh, X-men Origins: Wolverine. Can't wait. I love X-men.
7:45 I hate Oklahoma! but I wish I owned the Hugh Jakcman version
7:46 Rarely can I call a man sexy...in fact I don't think I ever have ("hott" "smoking" "cute" yes, but never sexy) but Hugh Jackman is totally sexy.
7:48 I want to marry an Australian. I love their accents... Maybe I'll move there.
8:01 Oscars drinking game: You have to drink every time they ask "who are you wearing?", or someone cries during their speech, You have to chug if someone accidentally gets up to receive an award they actually didn't win.
8:04 Oooh Taraji Henson's dress!
8:06 What is Miley Cyrus wearing? Ick.
8:10 The little kids from SM are soooooooo cute. They're clinging to Dev's hand. Awwwwww. They're the one's I'd most like to meet if I was on the red carpet.
8:13 Oh, I'd like to see Robert Downey Jr. too
8:20 What the heck is up with the accountant montage?
8:23 I love it when the actors heckle the interviewer. "Ok, we'll wrap it up" (reporter) "Oh I get it, someone more famous is walking in aren't they?" (Jack Black)
8:26 Boring conversation with the Oscar producer is on so I found the actual Oscar's drinking game for this year:
For every joke about Obama and black presidents in disaster movies, take a drink.
For any joke involving both Bush and Nixon, or W. and Frost/Nixon, take a drink.
If Hugh Jackman sings, take a drink.
If he performs part of X-Men: The Musical, take another.
If Jackman somehow manages to ram his crotch into the camera, take a drink.
For any interpretative dancing, take a drink.
If any dance or musical number involves a dancing cockroach or orphans on crutches, take a drink.
If The Dark Knight not being nominated for Best Picture is referenced, take a drink.
For any Christian Bale/eye-line gags, take a drink.
If the nomination counts for Kate Winslet or Meryl Streep are mentioned, take a drink.
If Jack Nicholson is shown grinning, take a drink.
If Jack is sitting with an actress 24 years old or younger (one-third his age), take three drinks.
If the Weinsteins have taken hostage a gorgeous actress to sit with them, take a drink (and say a prayer for the poor dear).
If one of the presenters can’t pronounce a nominee’s name or can’t read the teleprompter, take a drink.
For every lame joke that bombs — drink some water, you need to pace yourself.
If anyone thanks God, the almighty, etc. take a drink.
If they thank Ganesha, Xenu or the Flying Spaghetti Monster, finish your drink.
If anyone thanks his or her agent, take a sip of someone else's drink.
If anyone says he or she is “humbled” or “blessed,” take a drink.
If the music starts before the winner is finished, take a drink.
If not all the winners in a group get to speak, take a drink.
If someone forgets to thank their significant other, take a drink.
If anyone cries, whether onstage or in the audience, take a drink.
If a winner says, “Gosh, I don’t know who to thank,” only to begin thanking people, take a drink.
If anyone is caught snoozing in the audience, take a drink.
For any award presented by adorable moppets, adorable muppets, or animated characters, take a drink of soda or something sweet.
If a live actor awkwardly banters with an animated character, take another drink of the same.
For every plea to stamp out movie piracy, take a drink.
For every seemingly purposeless montage, take a drink.
This has already happened.
If the montage or a presenter in some way plugs seeing movies in the theater, take another drink.
Ditto.
If anyone climbs over Steven Spielberg and says they want to make love to the audience in the firmament, finish your drink.
Ditto if anyone says they're the king of the world and starts whooping.
Two sips for "You like me, you really like me."
And hit the bathroom if someone announces on stage their need to pee.
OSCAR PRE-SHOW
If Billy Bush makes a bad pun, take a drink.
If the red carpet crew get breathless over an arrival but can't name someone, take a drink.
If any of the red carpet arrivals snub the entertainment reporters, take a drink. (Three if it's Oprah.)
8:30 Finally! Ooooh, pretty stage.
8:35 OMH this is hilarious
8:28 What the heck. They reinvented it alright...
8:40 Is it just me or does Angelina look irritated every time someone talks to her? "I'm just contractually obligated to mention them five times during the show" Priceless.
8:41 Awesome. You could actually hear the stage techs freaking out "OPEN THE CURTAINS!!!"
8:54 "A writer once said 'He who writes a movie lives forever.'" "The man who said that is now dead."
8:56 Best Original Screenplay: Well, I called that one.
8:57 OMG that guy is like, 20! Wth? How did he write an Oscar worthy screenplay? I feel like a complete failure. Gee thanks random kid who wrote Milk, a super boring but politically on fire film.
8:58 Oh damn, I can't hate him, he just told all the GLBTs that God loves them, which is more than any Christian has ever done on a national stage. Dangit. I really wanted to harbor bitter hatred for him and his accomplishment. Dang dang dang.
8:59 Come on Slumdog!!!!!!!!!!
9:00 Oh, wait, that "kid" who wrote Milk is actually 35.
9:01 SLUMDOG WINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!! We're 1/1.
9:04 "Every year I do one Dreamworks film, take all the money to the Oscars and bet it on Pixar." (Jack Black)
9:06 I wish they'd had an animation category all along. Wow. WALL-E wins. Was anyone shocked? I thought not.
9:09 How the heck did La Maison en Petite Cubes win? o.O I was thinking....that bunny one from the beginning of WALL-E or the octopus one. But only bc Sarah hates octopi and I wanted to text her that it won.
9:14 Uh oh, black screen. Are my local retards f-ing with my Oscars viewing or did they have to activate their 17 sec delay?
9:15 Trip counter: 1, SJP If I wore a dress that long and had to walk across a floor that slick, I' put tennis shoes on right before I went out
9:20 I'm rooting for Benjamin Button. As they said, it had to span 7 decades and change design every 20 minutes.
9:21 Bah, The Duchess. Period pieces always win. How hard is it to do a period piece? It's only been done a thousand times.
9:24 Random thought (it's gotten boring): I want another Oscars where someone sweeps the top 5. We haven't had that since I started watching.
9:25 Twilight!?
9:26 We need more Hugh!
9:27 Hey, a montage worth watching! I love me my Rom-Coms.
9:33 Slumdog! Slumdog! Slumdog!
9:35 YES! 2/2
9:38 Ewww to Jessica Biel's dress.
9:40 They're promising more Hugh and it sounds like maybe the Slumdog kids.
9:45 Ok, that was a good montage too.
9:46 Whoa, Seth Rogan has lost a lot of weight!
9:52 Yay musicals!
9:57 I love musicals. I want to see them do the Slumdog Millionaire dance. I want to learn that dance. I'm going to learn. Tonight.
9:58 I think I'm a little tipsy.
10:05 Cuba is so great.
10:06 Yeah, because we all have noooooooooooo idea who is winning Best Supporting Actor.
10:07 I think I might cry
10:09 They better not try to play his family off the stage if they take a while, that's all I have to say.
10:10 His mum and sister have awesome dresses.
10:14 Seriously? We're going to tote idealogical beliefs at the Oscars? Again? Boooooooooo! It's about movies you idiot, and yours wasn't even nominated. Ugh, it so irritates me when people ruin my perfect escapes from reality with their reality. Makes me want to punch him.
10:16 I'm googling this presenter dude to see if he's in any movies where I could watch him get hit by a train or eaten by an alien or anything. See what happens when you ruin my shows?!?!?!
10:17 Oh my gosh get him off the stage already, now he's being mean to the poor guys who just won. What a sore loser he is!
10:18 Yay Smile Pinky!
10:19 Ooooh, action film montage next. I'm already forgetting Mr. Rude Presenter Man.
10:25 Man I love my action films. I've actually seen all of those. And I love Will Smith. He is a hot man.
10:26 Booo, I really wanted Ironman to win. I loved Ironman. Benjamin Button looks like one of those movies I'd really look forward to seeing, just to be disappointed and bored for two hours wishing it would end.
10:28 Man this one is hard, but I'm all for a Slumdog Millionaire sweep so SLUMDOG SLUMDOG!!!
10:29 Ah, alright, Dark Knight was good. 2/3 there goes my sweep
10:30 I really don't understand the sound awards.
10:31 YAY SLUMDOG!!! 3/4
10:34 Ok, I understand film editing, and Slumdog Millionaire definitely DESERVES this award. Come on SM!
10:35 YAY!!!!!!! 4/5
10:44 I really like the Academy Humanitarian Awards.
10:52 I went and trimmed my hair in that interlude
10:53 Ok, SM's music makes me happy and sad all at the same time whe I hear it.
10:54 *claps madly* YAYAYAAYAYAYAYA!!!! 5/6
10:55 Oh, I hate it when they try to turn into stand up comedians while accepting their awards. I just wind up feeling bad when no one laughs.
10:56 SM has a 2/3 chance of winning original song...I hope it holds
10:59 Oh I want the third song to win. I love that dance!!!
11:00 I'm going to go buy this off of iTunes
11:01 I love it when my team wins like this. Yes, my team. The Oscars are my sport of choice. And we're 6/7
11:02 If we win all these awards and lose best picture I will be so sad.
11:14 I watched this goodbye montage and realized that even though I don't particularly remember most of them, it won't be too long before that screen is composed completely of actors and directors and producers I grew up watching.
11:19 Come on Danny Boyle.... I'm tired of Ron Howard.
11:20 Of course, my boy, Danny Boyle. 7/8
11:31 Man, I really want Anne Hathaway to win but she's up against such tough competition. I can only hope the voters were divided over Meryl and Angelina. I love Angie but come on, she already has an Oscar.
11:32 Ok, Kate's a good win too. She's deserved it so many times before. So many good performances this year.
11:43 Weren't they expecting Mickey Rourke to win this? Is this an upset?
11:46 Ok, see I'm fine with Sean Penn's plea for homosexual marriage because it has to do with his movie. If he was up there talking about torture or something unrelated to his film, I'd throw a shoe at him.
11:47 BEST PICTURE TIME!!! ...is Steven Australian? I don't get that joke...
11:50 Ok I want to see The Reader now.
11:52 SLUMDOG!!!!!!! We're so close!!!!!!
11:53 YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't wait to buy my copy and see "Winner of 8 Academy Awards, including Best Motion Picture"
11:58 Ooooh, I'm excited for this year's movies already!
I know my way around a kitchen: Chicken Parmesan
I like to cook. Especially if I already have all the ingredients. So last night I made Chicken Parmesan and my token salad (lettuce, tomatoes, feta, almonds, craisins, raspberry vinagrette)
Lest you think too much of me: my chicken was frozen and I used string cheese, but it only took 25 minutes to prepare and cook that way and I was hungry.
Unfortunately my roommate was hard at work making Mac'n'Cheese and biscuits for her boyfriend (who never flipping leaves our apartment, which totally peeves me off because we split the utilities 4 ways and he brings our total of people living here to 6. Grrrrrrrr).
Isay unfortunately because he hovered over me the entire time (annoying), staring at my food. And I think she noticed because when I went to get it out of the oven she asked him "Well, my cooking's getting better, right?" And he said nothing. To which you then had the typical "Right?" "I didn't say nothin'!" "That's right, you didn't say anything!"....
Incredibly rude response on his part. I hate it when guys, or anyone, does that. If someone cooks you dinner you at least pretend it was the best possible outcome (except on that rare occassion when you have a good enough relationship and may possibly have to eat it again if you lie, or have actually been enlisted to critique the food...). Especially if you can't cook, or at least choose to never do so. And especially if this is your gf who is paying for everything because you are too lazy to get a job (I know this because I overhead her talking about it...although I guess techincally I am also helping put a roof over his head *Rolls eyes*).
And of course all this put me in a really awkward situation so I bolted to my bedroom with my food and locked to door.
Stupid boy.
117 days
My first purchase...
...when I start working is totally going to be a new laptop with a webcam. So I can do those live blog things. And keep in touch with the fam. And talk to Sarah...from across the room.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Lessons from Harry Potter #1: House Elves and Christians
ReveLife comments-inspired post again :-P There was an entry about how fiction stories shape our views of Christianity and I mentioned HP. (Luckily, all hell didn't break loose.)
And today I was just wandering around the internet and come across the word "winky" which all fans know if the name of an HP character. So I thought about her for a minute and that's where this came from...
Background for non HP readers:
1. House elves are considered property of wizards and are generally mistreated (read: beaten, berated, and occassionally beheaded).
2. Dobby is a house elf who was owned by the evil Malfoy family. Eventually Harry tricks Mr. Malfoy into freeing Dobby. Dobby is overjoyed and spends the rest of his life following Harry around trying to pay him back. Harry never asked Dobby to do so and even though Dobby is extremely annoying on more than one occasion, Harry is always kind toward Dobby.
Dobby has a little bit of a problem though: due to years of being forced to punish himself for the enjoyment of the Malfoys every time he made a mistake, he still occassionally tries to do so. Harry is forever stopping Dobby from strangling himself, throwing himself in the fire, or bashing himself over the head.
*******SPOILER BOOK 7************
Over the years Dobby gets better about this but he continues to do everything he can for Harry. Finally, in the end of the series, Dobby has enough confidence in himself and enough faith in Harry that he barges into the Malfoy Manor in order to help Harry once again. He defies the evil Death Eaters that used to have control over him and utlimately dies helping Harry and his friends escape.
********END SPOILER*************
3. Winky is a house elf who used to be owned by the Crouch family. Not quite as bad as the Malfoys, but definitely not good people either. She is unceremoniously fired/freed and Dobby takes her to Hogwarts to give her a home and try to take care of her. She unfortunately has more trouble adapting and winds up drunk most of the time, constantly punishing herself for her past mistakes and crying 24/7.
4. Kreacher is a house elf owned by the incredibly creepy and mostly evil Black family. (Kreacher in and of himself is another lesson in Christianity, so I'll skip most of the details for now.) Kreacher spends most of his page time fighting Harry Potter, even helping Voldemort secure more power and getting Harry's father's best friend (and Kreacher's owner) killed. However, Harry wins Kreacher over with his understanding and his refusal to "own" a house elf (the ownership got passed to him when Sirius died). Kreacher changes from a crusty, angry elf who dressed in a filthy towel and perpetually muttered curses to himself, to a happy bright-eyed elf who wore clean white towels and happily served Harry and his friends. In the end, Kreacher is seen leading the house elves into battle screaming "Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house elves! Fight the Dark Lord!"
To me, the three house elves can represent three different Christians. (NOTE: This example doesn't encompass every type of Christian).
You have Dobbies, who were always relatively good people. They become Christians but are overwhelmed by the mistakes they made and continue to make. It takes them a long time to accept grace and learn to forgive themselves, even though they know Christ is continually offering grace. Because of their love for Christ and His grace, they work tirelessly to please him (even if sometimes they get it wrong) and ultimately give their lives in service to Him (but you don't have to die to be a Dobby, that was never Dobby's plan after all).
Then you have Winkys. Winkys never quite get over their past. They accept Heaven but never accept the grace that will allow them to live a full life.
Finally, you have Kreachers. My favorite. Kreachers come from the other side. They faught on the side of evil so long you might think they were evil. But all the while they are being hurt by the people they are fighting alongside. All it takes is that show of mercy and grace and they are completely won over. They happily change their entire life and they take that passion they had and redirect toward the side of right. They have the most to fight for because they know what will happen if the dark side wins.
Obviously not a perfect analogy, because it was never intended to be taken this way. It's just what I got out of it.
I think I will write more. I love Harry Potter and love talking about it and I think far too many Christians see "wizard" and "Dark Lord" and "Lumos!" and assume nothing good or true could possibly come from them.
And today I was just wandering around the internet and come across the word "winky" which all fans know if the name of an HP character. So I thought about her for a minute and that's where this came from...
Background for non HP readers:
1. House elves are considered property of wizards and are generally mistreated (read: beaten, berated, and occassionally beheaded).
2. Dobby is a house elf who was owned by the evil Malfoy family. Eventually Harry tricks Mr. Malfoy into freeing Dobby. Dobby is overjoyed and spends the rest of his life following Harry around trying to pay him back. Harry never asked Dobby to do so and even though Dobby is extremely annoying on more than one occasion, Harry is always kind toward Dobby.
Dobby has a little bit of a problem though: due to years of being forced to punish himself for the enjoyment of the Malfoys every time he made a mistake, he still occassionally tries to do so. Harry is forever stopping Dobby from strangling himself, throwing himself in the fire, or bashing himself over the head.
*******SPOILER BOOK 7************
Over the years Dobby gets better about this but he continues to do everything he can for Harry. Finally, in the end of the series, Dobby has enough confidence in himself and enough faith in Harry that he barges into the Malfoy Manor in order to help Harry once again. He defies the evil Death Eaters that used to have control over him and utlimately dies helping Harry and his friends escape.
********END SPOILER*************
3. Winky is a house elf who used to be owned by the Crouch family. Not quite as bad as the Malfoys, but definitely not good people either. She is unceremoniously fired/freed and Dobby takes her to Hogwarts to give her a home and try to take care of her. She unfortunately has more trouble adapting and winds up drunk most of the time, constantly punishing herself for her past mistakes and crying 24/7.
4. Kreacher is a house elf owned by the incredibly creepy and mostly evil Black family. (Kreacher in and of himself is another lesson in Christianity, so I'll skip most of the details for now.) Kreacher spends most of his page time fighting Harry Potter, even helping Voldemort secure more power and getting Harry's father's best friend (and Kreacher's owner) killed. However, Harry wins Kreacher over with his understanding and his refusal to "own" a house elf (the ownership got passed to him when Sirius died). Kreacher changes from a crusty, angry elf who dressed in a filthy towel and perpetually muttered curses to himself, to a happy bright-eyed elf who wore clean white towels and happily served Harry and his friends. In the end, Kreacher is seen leading the house elves into battle screaming "Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house elves! Fight the Dark Lord!"
To me, the three house elves can represent three different Christians. (NOTE: This example doesn't encompass every type of Christian).
You have Dobbies, who were always relatively good people. They become Christians but are overwhelmed by the mistakes they made and continue to make. It takes them a long time to accept grace and learn to forgive themselves, even though they know Christ is continually offering grace. Because of their love for Christ and His grace, they work tirelessly to please him (even if sometimes they get it wrong) and ultimately give their lives in service to Him (but you don't have to die to be a Dobby, that was never Dobby's plan after all).
Then you have Winkys. Winkys never quite get over their past. They accept Heaven but never accept the grace that will allow them to live a full life.
Finally, you have Kreachers. My favorite. Kreachers come from the other side. They faught on the side of evil so long you might think they were evil. But all the while they are being hurt by the people they are fighting alongside. All it takes is that show of mercy and grace and they are completely won over. They happily change their entire life and they take that passion they had and redirect toward the side of right. They have the most to fight for because they know what will happen if the dark side wins.
Obviously not a perfect analogy, because it was never intended to be taken this way. It's just what I got out of it.
I think I will write more. I love Harry Potter and love talking about it and I think far too many Christians see "wizard" and "Dark Lord" and "Lumos!" and assume nothing good or true could possibly come from them.
Friday, February 20, 2009
New favorite TV character
*drumroll*
Kevin Walker from Brothers & Sisters. Started out my least favorite of the siblings bc he was irritating and whiny but was quickly bumped to 2nd least favorite when Tommy became a man-whore. Then went to third least favorite when Kitty became "Meredith Grey Part 2," fourth least favorite (or second favorite.....he was m second favorite Walker sibling and I didn't even know it...) when Sarah started talking about nothing but her divorce.
And now, even though I looooooooooooooooove Justin, Kevin is my favorite.
Just to clarify: I would pick Justin over Kevin any day of the week, Justin is just so cute, but Kevin is gay so it wouldn't even matter anyway.
But Kevin is so snarky and grumpy, and while I found that immensely irritating at first, it has kind of grown on me.
(Like Snape. Only no where near the caliber of Snape, because, come on, it's Snape.)
And besides, who doesn't like Scotty right?
Right.
Kevin Walker from Brothers & Sisters. Started out my least favorite of the siblings bc he was irritating and whiny but was quickly bumped to 2nd least favorite when Tommy became a man-whore. Then went to third least favorite when Kitty became "Meredith Grey Part 2," fourth least favorite (or second favorite.....he was m second favorite Walker sibling and I didn't even know it...) when Sarah started talking about nothing but her divorce.
And now, even though I looooooooooooooooove Justin, Kevin is my favorite.
Just to clarify: I would pick Justin over Kevin any day of the week, Justin is just so cute, but Kevin is gay so it wouldn't even matter anyway.
But Kevin is so snarky and grumpy, and while I found that immensely irritating at first, it has kind of grown on me.
(Like Snape. Only no where near the caliber of Snape, because, come on, it's Snape.)
And besides, who doesn't like Scotty right?
Right.
Let's start taking bets on what age I'll be lucky to reach before someone shoots me
So. The NY cartoon that apparently came out several days(?) ago that I, in my happy oblivion, managed to miss because I've sworn off reading the news (....ok, no need to go there....). I have a couple points I'd like to make.
1. Cartoons are stupid. Even the road runner. They're stupid. Please stop drawing them.
2. Political cartoons are ugly. No one every puts any real time or effort into drawing them.
3. Does anyone actually read the political cartoons? Apparently so...
4. People like it when you are racist.
What? This may not make any sense to you and frankly it doesn't make any sense to me either, but hear me out.
People like it when you are racist because they can get all indignant over it and, let's face it, society doesn't really approve of you getting indignant over anything else. So when someone is racist it's an opportunity to release all your pent up indignance at everything else in the world.
And that's fine, whatever, it's cathartic.
But what is not fine is that people get angry when you are not racist. That's right. They do. Trust me, because it's happened to me.
Story time!
So UF has this emergency texting system that they can use if there's a hurricane or someone starts picking people off with a sniper rifle from the bell tower. And some moron who helped put the system in got drunk and though it would be funny to show his friends that he still had access to it because UF never changed the default passwords (stupid).
Long story short: he would up sending out a school-wide text saying "The monkey got out of the cage."
Weird, right? Turns out it's a thing from Family Guy, but since I'd never seen Family Guy let alone this one episode, I just thought someone was being an idiot and deleted it.
Imagine my surprise at clinicals the next day when everyone is in an uproar over the text.
I was thinking Ok, I understand if you don't have free texting, but come on, I know you guys and I think we've all texted before. What's the big deal? Were you sleeping when it came in and it woke you up?
And then they say how appallingly racist it was.
And my head starts to spin in about 5 different directions. Did I misread it? Was there more than one text? Is it the same text? ???????????????????
Well Mattie sees my face and asks me what's wrong. I sheepishly confess I don't get it and she drills me with the same stare I've seen her give countless nurses and professors she's deemed as moronic. "It was about the election."
Oh right, I forgot that part of the story. Must have been because my life doesn't revolve around American politics and I'd watched a movie and gone to bed the night before, already having completely forgotten it was the inauguration. (And right there it took me 3 minutes to remember if it was the inauguration or the election. Inauguration. ...I think...)
Back to the story:
"It was about the inauguration."
"What? How?"
Mattie all but rolls her eyes at me while people around me start making faces and rude remarks about my intelligence. "Because. He's. Black."
Gee, thanks Mattie, I never realized. It was starting to click, but still I was a little lost. "Oooookay, but how did you know that's what they meant?" I mean, if I texted "The cockatoo got out of the cage" no one would have snowballs chance in hell of figuring out I meant him. How on earth did everyone but me get on the same wavelength as creepy anonymous texter dude?
"Because that's what people call black people." Now Mattie has to fix that. "Racist people. It's racist. Racist people say that."
Again, gee thanks for assuming I'm stupid just because I don't keep up to date on the latest racist lingo. Time for me to try and explain my apparent blithering idiot-ness before someone suggests I shouldn't be allowed to care for patients today. "Oh. I never heard that before."
Dead silence.
Then, in an incredibly patronizing tone of voice "Oh, Michelle." Mattie again. (Please keep in mind that Mattie and I actually always get along)
Now I'm defensive. "What?!"
"You're just so..." Mattie shook her head.
She never did finish that.
And so I was quite irritated.
Somehow I was the ignorant moron just because I don't listen to raging lunatics when they start spouting their racist ideology.
And here's where the recent freak-out over the cartoon has shoved me over the edge of insanity: if it hadn't been for the aforementioned public display of embarasment over my lack of racist vocabularly, I never (in a bazillion years) would've realized that cartoon could ever be seen as racist (I wouldn't have gotten it, much like I still don't what they were trying to say if it wasn't racially motivated, but I wouldn't have thought it was racist either).
And there are tons of people out there screaming about how if you don't think it's racist then you're racist.
Bullshit.
I hate false dichotomies and that's what this is. That sort of statement says you can only fit in one of two categories: Either #1 you think it's racist, so you're not OR #2 you don't think it's racist, so you are racist.
Except there's at least two other options as well: #3 you think it's racist and you are also racist AND #4 you don't think it's racist and you're not racist either.
So here's a rant of my own:
Just because I didn't know that there are people rude enough to call black people monkeys does not mean I am racist. Sheltered? Perhaps. Non-observant? Most likely. Racist? No! Because if I saw someone walk up to a black person and call them a monkey......I might be in jail (See? Anger issues.)
I am so sick and tired of everyone going on and on and on about how everyone is racist. I agree that racism is FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR from dead in this nation. But it gets me so riled up to be covered by some stupid blanket statement.
I don't care if you're just hyperbolizing/exaggerating for effect: I'm offended that you're grouping me in with a bunch of racist idiots. And you would be too, if the situation were reversed.
In these situations I always feel like I will never be good enough becase I am not dark skinned. Not that I got any choice in my genetics.
I understand that America has a shitty reputation because of slavery and resistance to the civil rights movement, but you know what? I wasn't around in the 1800s. If I had, I'd have owned a nice chunk of the underground railroad (we actually played that as kids and I always pretended I had a rifle and I was in charge of chasing and murdering the slave hunters....I was a violent child, even without being allowed to watch TV...).
And my ancestors weren't here either, they were all still over in the old world.
Speaking of ancestors, my great-grandfather risked his life to help Jews escape from nazi Germany before he immigrated here.
I think it's cool.
You know what the kids in my 5th grade class thought? That since I was from German blood they could call me a Nazi. Yeah. It was sort of a cruel nickname they used to tease me.
Which, btw, is also racism.
You know what I did? I didn't go home and cry, or tattle to my mom, or write a big long blog about how racist everyone in my entire town was racist because a few kids decided to call me a Nazi and throw things at me (even though I'd venture to say the majority of my town probably was racist). No. I told them they were stupid, rolled my eyes, and then ignored them.
A couple months later it was heritage week. We all had to stand up and tell where our ancestors were from. And my tormenters all found out they were part German too.
I just sat there and smirked.
Of course, I was also the freak who thought pretending to track down slave traders was a great make-believe game. So, you know, I'm a little bit "different."
1. Cartoons are stupid. Even the road runner. They're stupid. Please stop drawing them.
2. Political cartoons are ugly. No one every puts any real time or effort into drawing them.
3. Does anyone actually read the political cartoons? Apparently so...
4. People like it when you are racist.
What? This may not make any sense to you and frankly it doesn't make any sense to me either, but hear me out.
People like it when you are racist because they can get all indignant over it and, let's face it, society doesn't really approve of you getting indignant over anything else. So when someone is racist it's an opportunity to release all your pent up indignance at everything else in the world.
And that's fine, whatever, it's cathartic.
But what is not fine is that people get angry when you are not racist. That's right. They do. Trust me, because it's happened to me.
Story time!
So UF has this emergency texting system that they can use if there's a hurricane or someone starts picking people off with a sniper rifle from the bell tower. And some moron who helped put the system in got drunk and though it would be funny to show his friends that he still had access to it because UF never changed the default passwords (stupid).
Long story short: he would up sending out a school-wide text saying "The monkey got out of the cage."
Weird, right? Turns out it's a thing from Family Guy, but since I'd never seen Family Guy let alone this one episode, I just thought someone was being an idiot and deleted it.
Imagine my surprise at clinicals the next day when everyone is in an uproar over the text.
I was thinking Ok, I understand if you don't have free texting, but come on, I know you guys and I think we've all texted before. What's the big deal? Were you sleeping when it came in and it woke you up?
And then they say how appallingly racist it was.
And my head starts to spin in about 5 different directions. Did I misread it? Was there more than one text? Is it the same text? ???????????????????
Well Mattie sees my face and asks me what's wrong. I sheepishly confess I don't get it and she drills me with the same stare I've seen her give countless nurses and professors she's deemed as moronic. "It was about the election."
Oh right, I forgot that part of the story. Must have been because my life doesn't revolve around American politics and I'd watched a movie and gone to bed the night before, already having completely forgotten it was the inauguration. (And right there it took me 3 minutes to remember if it was the inauguration or the election. Inauguration. ...I think...)
Back to the story:
"It was about the inauguration."
"What? How?"
Mattie all but rolls her eyes at me while people around me start making faces and rude remarks about my intelligence. "Because. He's. Black."
Gee, thanks Mattie, I never realized. It was starting to click, but still I was a little lost. "Oooookay, but how did you know that's what they meant?" I mean, if I texted "The cockatoo got out of the cage" no one would have snowballs chance in hell of figuring out I meant him. How on earth did everyone but me get on the same wavelength as creepy anonymous texter dude?
"Because that's what people call black people." Now Mattie has to fix that. "Racist people. It's racist. Racist people say that."
Again, gee thanks for assuming I'm stupid just because I don't keep up to date on the latest racist lingo. Time for me to try and explain my apparent blithering idiot-ness before someone suggests I shouldn't be allowed to care for patients today. "Oh. I never heard that before."
Dead silence.
Then, in an incredibly patronizing tone of voice "Oh, Michelle." Mattie again. (Please keep in mind that Mattie and I actually always get along)
Now I'm defensive. "What?!"
"You're just so..." Mattie shook her head.
She never did finish that.
And so I was quite irritated.
Somehow I was the ignorant moron just because I don't listen to raging lunatics when they start spouting their racist ideology.
And here's where the recent freak-out over the cartoon has shoved me over the edge of insanity: if it hadn't been for the aforementioned public display of embarasment over my lack of racist vocabularly, I never (in a bazillion years) would've realized that cartoon could ever be seen as racist (I wouldn't have gotten it, much like I still don't what they were trying to say if it wasn't racially motivated, but I wouldn't have thought it was racist either).
And there are tons of people out there screaming about how if you don't think it's racist then you're racist.
Bullshit.
I hate false dichotomies and that's what this is. That sort of statement says you can only fit in one of two categories: Either #1 you think it's racist, so you're not OR #2 you don't think it's racist, so you are racist.
Except there's at least two other options as well: #3 you think it's racist and you are also racist AND #4 you don't think it's racist and you're not racist either.
So here's a rant of my own:
Just because I didn't know that there are people rude enough to call black people monkeys does not mean I am racist. Sheltered? Perhaps. Non-observant? Most likely. Racist? No! Because if I saw someone walk up to a black person and call them a monkey......I might be in jail (See? Anger issues.)
I am so sick and tired of everyone going on and on and on about how everyone is racist. I agree that racism is FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR from dead in this nation. But it gets me so riled up to be covered by some stupid blanket statement.
I don't care if you're just hyperbolizing/exaggerating for effect: I'm offended that you're grouping me in with a bunch of racist idiots. And you would be too, if the situation were reversed.
In these situations I always feel like I will never be good enough becase I am not dark skinned. Not that I got any choice in my genetics.
I understand that America has a shitty reputation because of slavery and resistance to the civil rights movement, but you know what? I wasn't around in the 1800s. If I had, I'd have owned a nice chunk of the underground railroad (we actually played that as kids and I always pretended I had a rifle and I was in charge of chasing and murdering the slave hunters....I was a violent child, even without being allowed to watch TV...).
And my ancestors weren't here either, they were all still over in the old world.
Speaking of ancestors, my great-grandfather risked his life to help Jews escape from nazi Germany before he immigrated here.
I think it's cool.
You know what the kids in my 5th grade class thought? That since I was from German blood they could call me a Nazi. Yeah. It was sort of a cruel nickname they used to tease me.
Which, btw, is also racism.
You know what I did? I didn't go home and cry, or tattle to my mom, or write a big long blog about how racist everyone in my entire town was racist because a few kids decided to call me a Nazi and throw things at me (even though I'd venture to say the majority of my town probably was racist). No. I told them they were stupid, rolled my eyes, and then ignored them.
A couple months later it was heritage week. We all had to stand up and tell where our ancestors were from. And my tormenters all found out they were part German too.
I just sat there and smirked.
Of course, I was also the freak who thought pretending to track down slave traders was a great make-believe game. So, you know, I'm a little bit "different."
And the answer is....
Question of the day: How would you feel if you found out your nurse only came to class 50% of the time?
Not that that ever ever ever happens. Nooooooooooooooo.
Just wondering.
Not that that ever ever ever happens. Nooooooooooooooo.
Just wondering.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
TCoYD
So I unofficially deemed today "Take Care of Yourself Day." So I slept in, watched some back episodes of Brothers & Sisters, got a massage (WHICH WAS AWESOME), went grocery shopping (I'm weird, I really like grocery shopping), and came home to make twice baked potatoes:
I'm not a half-bad cook. :) Now it's facebook and xanga until the Grey's/Private Practice crossover event conclusion.
I have a great many things I want to talk about tonight
(Quick summary: I'm physically exhausted and in pain, I'm emotionally sick and tired of people's inhuman expectations being placed on me, I can't wear the clothes I want [Saris/Shalwar Kameez] and people are morons. Ready, go.)
1. My internal clock is working like the island on Lost.
Which is why I am about to write an insanely long post at 2 o'clock in the morning. It is also why I am going to try and schedule a massage tomorrow. This has me very happy because my back is KILLING me (I hold all my tension between my shoulder blades and the last few weeks have been heaps of stress...on top of the ever present chronic stress of my intensely short nursing program)
2. ReveLife helps me learn things about myself.
Like today: there were your average number of people decrying the fact that Christians don't follow every law in the Bible but for some reason today I had to respond because I finally figured out what I wanted to say:
"I'm against cherry picking/buffet Christianity too but please remember no one is perfect (and there are a great many of us who never claim to be) and just because you're wrong about one thing (not following all the laws, for instance) doesn't mean you're wrong about everything (eg. the main message of Christianity).
I'm not trying to start a fight, I just get so tired of the stereotypes and the expectation to be absolutely and impossibly perfect. Don't you?"
We'll see how they take it...My guess is I'll get a ton of responses about how I'm being judegemental/exclusive/superior etc. for claiming the main message of Christianity is true. ...Which was not really the point of my statement, as you can see by the impossibly large type I used for the last two sentences.
3. I am tired of being held to impossible standards.
Yep, I'm reiterating my last point so I can flesh it out.
I know that the Bible holds us to a higher standard and I'm okay with that because God is perfect and He gave up His life for me so I'm perfectly fine with Him calling me out over things.
And I know that we're supposed to be set apart and live a life that is different from the rest of the world so that we stand out. (Well, we found a way around that didn't we? We don't follow the Bible but we sure stand out.... [god hates f*** group anyone. Why do I continue to give them publicity? I don't know. Maybe for the same reason I talked about Gak a lot in jr high: it was just so weird you had a hard time believing it was real and you really wanted someone to bring some to school so you could poke it and rip it apart. Yeah, there's a lot of similarities between them and Gak. That's another post])
BUT I just get so tired of the "You can't say you're pro-life and then go and be pro-death penalty" and "If you don't follow all the OT laws you can't say the whole Bible is true" etc.
Why?
Because I AM NOT PERFECT. (can't make that big enough...)
And I never claimed to be. I lie. A lot. And I swear from time to time. I sometimes dress a little whorish (that one's coming up later). I'm a relationship slut and struggle with lust a lot more than I let on. I have huge anger issues and don't even love my neighbor, let alone my enemy. ...let alone the fact that I wear clothes of two different cloths or mix dairy and meat.
Seriously? You want to talk about how imperfect I am because I occassionally eat a shrimp? Do you really think that's the biggest vice you could go after?
And I can be pro-life (though I prefer "anti-abortion") and pro-death penalty and pro-guns.
Yes, I can.
Wanna know how I know?
Because I am. (if it wasn't possible I couldn't be that way, right?)
I'm not saying the Bible is pro-death penalty. That's one I've never figured out. but like I said: anger issues. I have no problem admitting that is the root of my pro-death penalty stance. I've heard great arguments from both sides but I'm too angry to even remember what their points were.
And I can say the whole Bible is true without following the whole thing.
How?
Because I'm a dirty rotten sinner.
I try to follow it, I do. But man oh man is it hard. And sometimes it's too hard. Or I'm too lazy. Or I just don't care enough.
Just because it's true doesn't mean I'm going to follow it. Because I'm not really that smart. Like the people who continue to smoke even after they've been diagnosed with lung cancer. We are just too weak to stop ourselves on our own.
The only laws I'm able to follow are because of God's help. And too often I don't accept His help. Why not?
No, I'm asking, please tell me why I don't.
But you wanna know the great thing? It doesn't matter.
It doesn't. When it comes to salvation, when it comes to going to heaven, all that matters is that you believe you'd never make it to Heaven on your own, that Jesus was God, that His death paid the price for your sins, and He rose from the dead.
That's it.
Now, He has laws that He wants you to follow and He'll poke your brain, tug at your heart, nudge your arm etc. urging you to obey. And the closer your relationship grows the more you'll want to obey.
BUT you technically don't have to in order to get into Heaven because that would be partially earning your way, which doesn't happen. (Thank God! My previous list alone would keep me out and I didn't even confess everything to you!)
I'm actually totally psyched to find out who's in Heaven when we get there. I'll be surprised I'm sure, but not shocked.
I'm positive I'll see murderers and rapists and liars (like me) and gluttons and gays (yes, I said gay people can get into heaven, get over it. Seriously. How can you have an issue with that? That's another post too...) and girls who've had abortions...
I'm curious how many famous "bad guys" will be there. There's so many rumors of people getting saved in their last years/moments...it will be interesting, no doubt.
So yeah. The people who comment in the ReveLife blog are harder to please than God. It's ridiculous.
4. I'm getting sick of hearing everyone talk about how great and wonderful America is because we let people choose (fill in the blank).
There were several articles goes around Lovelyish about wearing Burkas. First a woman said she wouldn't mind it, then another one said she would.
Whatever.
The problem came in people's comments.
People are retarded. It's amazing my blood pressure is a very low 90/50 and not 190/150.
Of course you had people arguing up and down on everything they could think of (passive agressive much? It's clothes for crying out loud. CLOTHES!!!) but the thing that made me hit the roof was repeated over and over and over ad nauseum and it was something along the lines of
"My only issue with this is that women aren't given a choice. They should have a choice. In America, land of chocolate streets and streams of gold, we can choose to wear WHATEVER we want with nooooooooooooooooooo consequences."
Are you a moron? I'm sorry, are you moronS?
By and large, what you wear is dictated by the other people around you (And to a lesser extent: climate. Yes lesser extent, that's why I've seen multiple people wearing flip-flops when it's 40 degrees outside...), not what you actually like.
For example: I looooooooooove Saris. I always have, always will. Would love to own like 500 and wear them all the time. But I would look like a total fruit nut because I look nothing like an Indian girl. (Sad but true.) People would think I was off my rocker if I paraded into class on Friday in a sari. So I don't do it.
I also love those Shalwar Kameez (those pants and long shirts you see Indians and sometimes people from the middle east wearing). They kind of remind me of scrubs, which is why I love being a nurse: the medical profession is the only way I get away with wearing comfortable baggy clothes without getting labeled frumpy.
I wish I didn't care but I do. And so does 99% of the American population.
So yeah, no one's going to physically assault you for wearing something out of the norm (Well....not usually anyway...), but in America (land of chocolate streets and streams of gold, remember) we have our own form of abuses.
So yeah, that's what has been spinning around in my head for the last couple days.
It probably contributed to that pain in my upper back.
Thanks Xanga, you'll be getting the bill for my therapy (physical and psychological)
1. My internal clock is working like the island on Lost.
Which is why I am about to write an insanely long post at 2 o'clock in the morning. It is also why I am going to try and schedule a massage tomorrow. This has me very happy because my back is KILLING me (I hold all my tension between my shoulder blades and the last few weeks have been heaps of stress...on top of the ever present chronic stress of my intensely short nursing program)
2. ReveLife helps me learn things about myself.
Like today: there were your average number of people decrying the fact that Christians don't follow every law in the Bible but for some reason today I had to respond because I finally figured out what I wanted to say:
"I'm against cherry picking/buffet Christianity too but please remember no one is perfect (and there are a great many of us who never claim to be) and just because you're wrong about one thing (not following all the laws, for instance) doesn't mean you're wrong about everything (eg. the main message of Christianity).
I'm not trying to start a fight, I just get so tired of the stereotypes and the expectation to be absolutely and impossibly perfect. Don't you?"
We'll see how they take it...My guess is I'll get a ton of responses about how I'm being judegemental/exclusive/superior etc. for claiming the main message of Christianity is true. ...Which was not really the point of my statement, as you can see by the impossibly large type I used for the last two sentences.
3. I am tired of being held to impossible standards.
Yep, I'm reiterating my last point so I can flesh it out.
I know that the Bible holds us to a higher standard and I'm okay with that because God is perfect and He gave up His life for me so I'm perfectly fine with Him calling me out over things.
And I know that we're supposed to be set apart and live a life that is different from the rest of the world so that we stand out. (Well, we found a way around that didn't we? We don't follow the Bible but we sure stand out.... [god hates f*** group anyone. Why do I continue to give them publicity? I don't know. Maybe for the same reason I talked about Gak a lot in jr high: it was just so weird you had a hard time believing it was real and you really wanted someone to bring some to school so you could poke it and rip it apart. Yeah, there's a lot of similarities between them and Gak. That's another post])
BUT I just get so tired of the "You can't say you're pro-life and then go and be pro-death penalty" and "If you don't follow all the OT laws you can't say the whole Bible is true" etc.
Why?
Because I AM NOT PERFECT. (can't make that big enough...)
And I never claimed to be. I lie. A lot. And I swear from time to time. I sometimes dress a little whorish (that one's coming up later). I'm a relationship slut and struggle with lust a lot more than I let on. I have huge anger issues and don't even love my neighbor, let alone my enemy. ...let alone the fact that I wear clothes of two different cloths or mix dairy and meat.
Seriously? You want to talk about how imperfect I am because I occassionally eat a shrimp? Do you really think that's the biggest vice you could go after?
And I can be pro-life (though I prefer "anti-abortion") and pro-death penalty and pro-guns.
Yes, I can.
Wanna know how I know?
Because I am. (if it wasn't possible I couldn't be that way, right?)
I'm not saying the Bible is pro-death penalty. That's one I've never figured out. but like I said: anger issues. I have no problem admitting that is the root of my pro-death penalty stance. I've heard great arguments from both sides but I'm too angry to even remember what their points were.
And I can say the whole Bible is true without following the whole thing.
How?
Because I'm a dirty rotten sinner.
I try to follow it, I do. But man oh man is it hard. And sometimes it's too hard. Or I'm too lazy. Or I just don't care enough.
Just because it's true doesn't mean I'm going to follow it. Because I'm not really that smart. Like the people who continue to smoke even after they've been diagnosed with lung cancer. We are just too weak to stop ourselves on our own.
The only laws I'm able to follow are because of God's help. And too often I don't accept His help. Why not?
No, I'm asking, please tell me why I don't.
But you wanna know the great thing? It doesn't matter.
It doesn't. When it comes to salvation, when it comes to going to heaven, all that matters is that you believe you'd never make it to Heaven on your own, that Jesus was God, that His death paid the price for your sins, and He rose from the dead.
That's it.
Now, He has laws that He wants you to follow and He'll poke your brain, tug at your heart, nudge your arm etc. urging you to obey. And the closer your relationship grows the more you'll want to obey.
BUT you technically don't have to in order to get into Heaven because that would be partially earning your way, which doesn't happen. (Thank God! My previous list alone would keep me out and I didn't even confess everything to you!)
I'm actually totally psyched to find out who's in Heaven when we get there. I'll be surprised I'm sure, but not shocked.
I'm positive I'll see murderers and rapists and liars (like me) and gluttons and gays (yes, I said gay people can get into heaven, get over it. Seriously. How can you have an issue with that? That's another post too...) and girls who've had abortions...
I'm curious how many famous "bad guys" will be there. There's so many rumors of people getting saved in their last years/moments...it will be interesting, no doubt.
So yeah. The people who comment in the ReveLife blog are harder to please than God. It's ridiculous.
4. I'm getting sick of hearing everyone talk about how great and wonderful America is because we let people choose (fill in the blank).
There were several articles goes around Lovelyish about wearing Burkas. First a woman said she wouldn't mind it, then another one said she would.
Whatever.
The problem came in people's comments.
People are retarded. It's amazing my blood pressure is a very low 90/50 and not 190/150.
Of course you had people arguing up and down on everything they could think of (passive agressive much? It's clothes for crying out loud. CLOTHES!!!) but the thing that made me hit the roof was repeated over and over and over ad nauseum and it was something along the lines of
"My only issue with this is that women aren't given a choice. They should have a choice. In America, land of chocolate streets and streams of gold, we can choose to wear WHATEVER we want with nooooooooooooooooooo consequences."
Are you a moron? I'm sorry, are you moronS?
By and large, what you wear is dictated by the other people around you (And to a lesser extent: climate. Yes lesser extent, that's why I've seen multiple people wearing flip-flops when it's 40 degrees outside...), not what you actually like.
For example: I looooooooooove Saris. I always have, always will. Would love to own like 500 and wear them all the time. But I would look like a total fruit nut because I look nothing like an Indian girl. (Sad but true.) People would think I was off my rocker if I paraded into class on Friday in a sari. So I don't do it.
I also love those Shalwar Kameez (those pants and long shirts you see Indians and sometimes people from the middle east wearing). They kind of remind me of scrubs, which is why I love being a nurse: the medical profession is the only way I get away with wearing comfortable baggy clothes without getting labeled frumpy.
I wish I didn't care but I do. And so does 99% of the American population.
So yeah, no one's going to physically assault you for wearing something out of the norm (Well....not usually anyway...), but in America (land of chocolate streets and streams of gold, remember) we have our own form of abuses.
So yeah, that's what has been spinning around in my head for the last couple days.
It probably contributed to that pain in my upper back.
Thanks Xanga, you'll be getting the bill for my therapy (physical and psychological)
Monday, February 16, 2009
I need...
...something to pull me through the next 123 days of annoying overachiever classmates and my five inconsiderate roommates (yeah, there's only supposed to be three).
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentines!
My mom and I saw Slumdog Millionaire today: AWESOME. Those little kids just sealed the deal on my being a Peds nurse. How anyone could watch that and not want to take a bunch of little Indian kids home with them, I don't know. Anyway, it deserves all the Oscars it's up for. amazing movie. Amazing.
Plus, Dev Patel has gorgeous eyes. And is a really hott dancer.
Weird thing was, 90% of the people in the theatre were elderly. Granted, I live in FL and I'm used to the snowbirds, but SM just didn't seem like a big draw for their age group. My g-parents would probably hate it. I wish I knew if the people in our theatre enjoyed it.
On the other hand, I'm annoyed by all the angry V-Dayers. Not the "I hate V-Day bc I don't have a bf" crowd, but the "I hate people who hate V-Day, sacred day of lovers" crowd. That's a new crowd on my block and they're more annoying than the bitter singles bc they assume anyone not in their group is a bitter single. And to them I only have one thing to say: Get over yourself.
But really: go see Slumdog Millionaire. I always believe Dan and Mike when they recommend movies and so should you! :-P
Plus, Dev Patel has gorgeous eyes. And is a really hott dancer.
Weird thing was, 90% of the people in the theatre were elderly. Granted, I live in FL and I'm used to the snowbirds, but SM just didn't seem like a big draw for their age group. My g-parents would probably hate it. I wish I knew if the people in our theatre enjoyed it.
On the other hand, I'm annoyed by all the angry V-Dayers. Not the "I hate V-Day bc I don't have a bf" crowd, but the "I hate people who hate V-Day, sacred day of lovers" crowd. That's a new crowd on my block and they're more annoying than the bitter singles bc they assume anyone not in their group is a bitter single. And to them I only have one thing to say: Get over yourself.
But really: go see Slumdog Millionaire. I always believe Dan and Mike when they recommend movies and so should you! :-P
Thursday, February 12, 2009
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The hospital I interviewed at called today: they want me in their ER when I graduate!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
What I believe
Someone on ReveLife today asked someone else "How did you come to believe there is a God?"
It made me stop because usually the question is "Why do you believe there is a God." And the answers are different.
I believe in a God now because I can see the changes in my life over the last 7.5 years and know that I certainly didn't have the ability to change that way on my own. Especially not overnight like it happened.
I believe in a God now because I've seen, literally seen, demons. They've talked to me and I to them. Creepy? Yes. Fiction? Hardly. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't on drugs. I was 15, I was angry, I was asking the devil for favors...not a smart thing to do. And anyway, if there's a devil and demons there has to be Someone on the opposing side.
I believe in a God now because I can feel something in heart leap when I hear certain music or Bible verses or messages. It's like when you're in love and that person does something that makes your heart flutter. Only I'm alone in the car listening to Christian music or something.
BUT: these things all happened after I already believed there was a God. So how did I come about to believing it?
I don't know. I believed as a kid that there was a God who sat up in the sky and watched you do bad things and thought of ways to punish you. And if you did good things He may or may not be proud of you and give you some cosmic gold star to help you get into Heaven.
Thinking of this made me remember how smart kids are. I think we wholly underestimate them. Kids often say things we think are weird or stupid or just wrong, but I bet they're closer to the truth than we are. Kids see things we miss. They don't have the defense mechanisms in place to convince themselves of something other than what they know.
We learned in Peds class that kids go through a stage of "magical" thinking before they hit the logic stage. After they learn to reason they throw magic out of the equastion.
But I think we are worse off for it.
I believe in magic. Which would freak out or intimidate a lot of Christians. But I don't mean I have a cauldron of newt's eye's bubbling in my closet, or that I think you can wave a wand and drop a sink on a troll's head. But I think humans are connected on a level we can't see, hear, touch, smell or prove exists.
I think that there are times when you can't get someone out of your head and it means they need something from you.
I think when we pray the future actually changes.
I think we are drawn to certain people and repelled by others, without ever even locking eyes.
"That feeling" you get. That 6th sense, or intuition (which is actually used in scientific nursing literature, btw) is magic. Humans are magical creatures. (Magical, spiritual, it's all the same to me.)
And kids see the magic. Kids, animals and crazy people. They all sense your "aura" way better than anyone else. It's because they're closer to the raw center of their being and further displaced from "logic."
But this is all my opinion of course. I can't prove it, but I believe it.
Proof is overrated anyway. "Silly rabbit, proofs are for geometry problems!" (And I always sucked at geometry)
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my legillimens lessons...
It made me stop because usually the question is "Why do you believe there is a God." And the answers are different.
I believe in a God now because I can see the changes in my life over the last 7.5 years and know that I certainly didn't have the ability to change that way on my own. Especially not overnight like it happened.
I believe in a God now because I've seen, literally seen, demons. They've talked to me and I to them. Creepy? Yes. Fiction? Hardly. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't on drugs. I was 15, I was angry, I was asking the devil for favors...not a smart thing to do. And anyway, if there's a devil and demons there has to be Someone on the opposing side.
I believe in a God now because I can feel something in heart leap when I hear certain music or Bible verses or messages. It's like when you're in love and that person does something that makes your heart flutter. Only I'm alone in the car listening to Christian music or something.
BUT: these things all happened after I already believed there was a God. So how did I come about to believing it?
I don't know. I believed as a kid that there was a God who sat up in the sky and watched you do bad things and thought of ways to punish you. And if you did good things He may or may not be proud of you and give you some cosmic gold star to help you get into Heaven.
Thinking of this made me remember how smart kids are. I think we wholly underestimate them. Kids often say things we think are weird or stupid or just wrong, but I bet they're closer to the truth than we are. Kids see things we miss. They don't have the defense mechanisms in place to convince themselves of something other than what they know.
We learned in Peds class that kids go through a stage of "magical" thinking before they hit the logic stage. After they learn to reason they throw magic out of the equastion.
But I think we are worse off for it.
I believe in magic. Which would freak out or intimidate a lot of Christians. But I don't mean I have a cauldron of newt's eye's bubbling in my closet, or that I think you can wave a wand and drop a sink on a troll's head. But I think humans are connected on a level we can't see, hear, touch, smell or prove exists.
I think that there are times when you can't get someone out of your head and it means they need something from you.
I think when we pray the future actually changes.
I think we are drawn to certain people and repelled by others, without ever even locking eyes.
"That feeling" you get. That 6th sense, or intuition (which is actually used in scientific nursing literature, btw) is magic. Humans are magical creatures. (Magical, spiritual, it's all the same to me.)
And kids see the magic. Kids, animals and crazy people. They all sense your "aura" way better than anyone else. It's because they're closer to the raw center of their being and further displaced from "logic."
But this is all my opinion of course. I can't prove it, but I believe it.
Proof is overrated anyway. "Silly rabbit, proofs are for geometry problems!" (And I always sucked at geometry)
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my legillimens lessons...
Yay for putting off important things!
http://www.revelife.com/revelife/692153052/city-bus-theres-probably-no-god-and-other-faith-related-announcements/
Finally, a funny ReveLife post!
This is my new favorite time-wasting website: http://ruletheweb.co.uk/b3ta/bus/
Just look at all the time I wasted!
Finally, a funny ReveLife post!
This is my new favorite time-wasting website: http://ruletheweb.co.uk/b3ta/bus/
Just look at all the time I wasted!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Excuse me?
Did I just hear Obama promise that the stimulus bill is going to make Dr's handwriting legible to nurses?
o.0
o.0
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I still choke up when I hear Vitamin C's Graduation Song
I was looking through old pictures on facebook and feeling really old: high school feels like it happened FOREVER ago!!! I was on the phone with my mom while I was looking at them and I was making fun of my horrible choice in clothes and berating her for buying the ugly items for me. How dare she have let me out of the house!
To be fair, she did tell me I looked like an idiot. Specifically I had this watch that she used to joke probably screwed up my times in track. She was probably right. Not only does it look like it weighs five pounds, but it sticks off my wrist like an aerodynamic nightmare.
I knew even back then that my choices in "fashion" were heinous and unpopular but I didn't want to spend the money to look popular. I also remember thinking that I didn't want to look especially cute because I didn't want people to like me just for my hair or my clothes or my makeup. And so I might have pictures of me wearing glasses that take up half my face and purple knit fishing hats (oh yes) but eventually I found myself some people who wore over-all jeans and mittens in the summer. In short: people like me. And they became forever friends, the ones like you read about in cheesey paperbacks aimed at junior high girls.
Popular I was not.
But I still had a fairy tale high school experience.
~*~Dedicated to my BFF Sarah ;-P ~*~
To be fair, she did tell me I looked like an idiot. Specifically I had this watch that she used to joke probably screwed up my times in track. She was probably right. Not only does it look like it weighs five pounds, but it sticks off my wrist like an aerodynamic nightmare.
I knew even back then that my choices in "fashion" were heinous and unpopular but I didn't want to spend the money to look popular. I also remember thinking that I didn't want to look especially cute because I didn't want people to like me just for my hair or my clothes or my makeup. And so I might have pictures of me wearing glasses that take up half my face and purple knit fishing hats (oh yes) but eventually I found myself some people who wore over-all jeans and mittens in the summer. In short: people like me. And they became forever friends, the ones like you read about in cheesey paperbacks aimed at junior high girls.
Popular I was not.
But I still had a fairy tale high school experience.
~*~Dedicated to my BFF Sarah ;-P ~*~
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Sticking with the pointless posts for now
February is the Month of Bad Decisions so I'm trying not to do anything drastic, including writing angry blogs. Hopefully I'll be able to stick to that.
Pearl Harbor was on TV tonight. 'Course that means it took 4 hours to watch a 2.5 hour movie but I take after my dad in that we might never watch the movies we own but we'll waste time watching the same movies on TV. Why? *shrugs* I have no earthly idea.
Anyway, I love the first half with the nurses. They were so cool. I know they were mostly fiction but I still love to hear Evelyn coolly yell for them to all make their way to the hospital because I'm not sure I'd be that level headed if bombs started falling around me. I think I might wind up more like Sandra who falls apart and cries "I don't know what to do!" after they find Betty dead.
Definitely not something I should put in the essay I'm working on for my nurse residency application. But then, hopefully it will never matter how I'd react if bombs were tearing apart my ER.
Speaking of hospitals: everyone seems to be in one! And not in a good way. The best friend of my best firend's little sister (who is also a close friend of mine) is in the ICU in a chemically infuced coma after crashing her car two days ago. She was trapped, pinned in her car, for 30 minutes and the medics had to sedate her on scene. She broke her arm, leg, back (in four places), and pelvis and had to have her spleen removed to stop internal bleeding. She's supposed to recover and not be paralyzed but she's still in a coma, as I said. We're trying to get people praying so...yeah, please do.
Ok, I guess that officially makes this post not pointless.
29 days until Spring Break
132 days until the end of school!!!!!!!!!!!
144 days until the best friend leaves for a month in Romania (I am so proud of her)
Pearl Harbor was on TV tonight. 'Course that means it took 4 hours to watch a 2.5 hour movie but I take after my dad in that we might never watch the movies we own but we'll waste time watching the same movies on TV. Why? *shrugs* I have no earthly idea.
Anyway, I love the first half with the nurses. They were so cool. I know they were mostly fiction but I still love to hear Evelyn coolly yell for them to all make their way to the hospital because I'm not sure I'd be that level headed if bombs started falling around me. I think I might wind up more like Sandra who falls apart and cries "I don't know what to do!" after they find Betty dead.
Definitely not something I should put in the essay I'm working on for my nurse residency application. But then, hopefully it will never matter how I'd react if bombs were tearing apart my ER.
Speaking of hospitals: everyone seems to be in one! And not in a good way. The best friend of my best firend's little sister (who is also a close friend of mine) is in the ICU in a chemically infuced coma after crashing her car two days ago. She was trapped, pinned in her car, for 30 minutes and the medics had to sedate her on scene. She broke her arm, leg, back (in four places), and pelvis and had to have her spleen removed to stop internal bleeding. She's supposed to recover and not be paralyzed but she's still in a coma, as I said. We're trying to get people praying so...yeah, please do.
Ok, I guess that officially makes this post not pointless.
29 days until Spring Break
132 days until the end of school!!!!!!!!!!!
144 days until the best friend leaves for a month in Romania (I am so proud of her)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
From Facebook: "Don't Let The Creepy People Win!"
Ok hopefully you were enticed by my weird title and are now listening intently.
Let's start with a story: Sunday night I was coming back to Gainesville after a weekend at home when I got stuck behind some annoying hag.
You know the type: she's hanging out in the left lane as twenty cars pile up behind her and she's doing the EXACT same speed as the car next to her in the right lane. After several minutes go by (and we accumulate the aforementioned 20 cars behind us) the drivers in the right lane actually try speeding up and slowing down to let us pass her, but she'll have none of that.
I'm not exaggerating when I say this lady knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to piss us off.
And it worked.
I wouldn't say I was "on her bumper" but I was following pretty close and when she finally let me out I tried to escape.
Ah, but to no avail.
On come the flashing blue lights of the apparent undercover cop car.
Crap.
So I pull over immediately, ignoring the fact that it's nearly dark and there aren't any street lights. I roll down the window on my already unlocked door and turn to dig through my bags for my license and registration.
"Maybe NOW..."
I whirl back to my open window. What?! Who is this lady in a t-shirt and hoodie screaming at me?
"...you'll rethink your strategy about tailgating people until they move out of your way."
Oh thank God it's not a cop. No ticket! YAY!! "I'm sorry ma'am."
"We have to share this road for a long time and you better behave yourself!!!"
"I'm sorry ma'am." No I'm not, I'm still dancing on the inside that I get to keep my money!
I peel out and try to put as much distance between us as possible, then lament that I didn't get her plates because...isn't impersonating a cop illegal? What if she had a gun? What if I had a gun? What a loony idiot!
Well, it was my lucky day because five minutes later she goes flying by doing 100 mph to catch her next victim. And boo-yah license plate number.
The cops were very interested to hear about her and very pleased and surprised that the plate number I gave them was actually good.
So the moral of the story is: even though the email forwards warning you about the crazy people out there who will pull you over (then kidnap you, rape you, take out your organs, and leave you to die) might be annoying and the suggestions they give are obvious.....you still have to remember to actually use them...
- Pull into a well lit area (put your flashers on so they know you intend on pulling over)
- Keep your doors locked and windows up. Only roll it down enough to slide your ID through.
- Be suspicious of anyone in plain clothes or who won't show you their badge (or only flash it quickly)
- Call *FHP (if in florida) if you suspect it is not a cop. They will be able to identify them for you.
And get the creeps's license number and identifying features.
Oh, and if you like to pull this crap, don't. You'll get yourself arrested or shot eventually.
Monday, February 2, 2009
February
It is upon us. The month of awfulness. I hate February. It's cold, slushy/rainy, there's no days off from school, the sun hardly shines, the first set (and sometimes second) of exams and projects come due, and school starts to get really really boring and repetative.
In other news, no one is responding to my comments at ReveLife and other places anymore.
Maybe I should pretend to be dumb.
"Oh, like, yes, totally! Tumors are like babies, all Catholics are stupid, and all Republicans want to do is call me names. They're such stupid stinking poopertons! Everyone against abortion hates everyone else, even babies. They just want to kill babies after they're born. And eat them. Yes yes, pro-lifers eat babies!!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!!!!!!"
You think I'm exaggerating don't you?
Ignorance is bliss.
In other news, no one is responding to my comments at ReveLife and other places anymore.
Maybe I should pretend to be dumb.
"Oh, like, yes, totally! Tumors are like babies, all Catholics are stupid, and all Republicans want to do is call me names. They're such stupid stinking poopertons! Everyone against abortion hates everyone else, even babies. They just want to kill babies after they're born. And eat them. Yes yes, pro-lifers eat babies!!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!!!!!!"
You think I'm exaggerating don't you?
Ignorance is bliss.
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