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  • Jun. 21st, 2008 at 11:27 PM
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Sometimes I just have to stand back and say, What the Fuck? What is this world devolving into? Why are there so many internet addicts out there? Why is it now socially acceptable to be an internet addict? Why is it okay to not be able to get through the day without a WoW, WebKins or Second Life fix? Whatever happened to that mysterious and elusive place known in the olden days as OUTSIDE??????

Why is it so many people are obsessed with their blogs, fanfics, Star Wars toys, or whatever substitutes for relationships? Remember back in the forgotten days of yesteryear, when people communicated FACE TO FACE? I may be out of touch with popular culture, but why is it okay now to be an isolated loner who doesn't have any friends except their *******ing computer? Don't young people go out and do things together anymore? Besides sex and see who can drink and puke up the most as they get ripped on the latest designer drugs? 

Grandma Jane says, "Get a life, you virginal pizza-scarfing, pimple-popping original cast of the starship Enterprise Wanna-be's!" 

(Scratches ass with her cane as she settles back into her rocking chair and takes out her dentures. Spits on the floor). By gum, back in my day, television only had three channels, and it was crap even then. Gas only cost 80 cents a gallon. Hell, it was so cheap, you could feed it to your dadgummed cat! Bush better not cancel my Social Security check. 

A day off - Thank Buddha!

  • Jun. 21st, 2008 at 3:03 PM
Stoned
 

Thank Buddha, or the Flying Spaghetti Monster, or whatever benevolent universal force out there that I have a day off. I don't have to deal with people today. I just want to isolate in my little apartment and not deal with anyone. I want to be left the **** alone! 

I was out socializing yesterday. I talked to my sister and a childhood friend. We talked abou the old times, which was fun, and what we're doing these days. It's always good to see people from your past. 

But today, I don't want to deal with people. For five days a week, I deal with crabby, bitchy, miserable elderly people, and I don't want to deal with anyone today. Not even my obnoxious older siblling and her family. 

I signed up to start counciling. Some intake worker is going to call me back to set up an appointment. The reason I started therapy is because although I see people everyday, I have no one to tell my personal problems to. It's bloody lonely not having a confidant. 
So I figured I'll talk to a councilor. What can it hurt? And Medicare pays for it, thank God.

Like I wrote earlier, I'm a loner. But  I do get lonley. And it will be nice to talk to someone who actually LISTENS to me, instead the other person going on and on about themselves, which is what usually happens when I talk to extroverts. Extroverts may be more social, but they can't listen for shit. 


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My introverted self

  • May. 19th, 2008 at 1:28 PM
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I can't help it: I'm an introvert. Sometimes I just gotta be alone. Like last week: I worked a full schedule between three clients, and then I babysat my nieces all weekend. Today, I refused a lunch invitation because I just wanted to be alone, Damnit! 
I can't stand being around too many people at once. I can't stand not having any personal time to myself. I just want to be alone for awhile. I don't play well with others. I need my alone time. I can't stand having to take care of too many people at once. 
Leave me the fuck alone!!!!! I'll see you tomorrow, but for right now, just let me be. I'll see ya later.

In Loving Memory of Helen

  • May. 19th, 2008 at 12:55 PM
Whoops!
 
A wonderful lady died recently. Her name was Helen, and she lived to be 89 years old. 
She was my first client when I started working for ***********, and she was a truly beautiful lady. She was as Irish as the Blarney Stone, and had a fighting will. But she was a lady in the old fashioned sense that she never cussed, discussed bodily functions or 
badmouthed anyone. She was a true lady. 
Helen loved to gab, and could tell you stories all day long. She was a fascinating conversationalist. 
She also truely cared about other people. She was a devoted aunt to her family, and was very generous with her money. She paid for her great grand nephews and nieces educations, and left plenty of money to her immediate family. She loved to golf and have lunch with her friends. She was feisty and funny. 
She was a devout Catholic. When she was healthy, she never missed a Mass. She loved and served the Lord to the end of her days. Her last days were spent in a cloud of dementia and back pain. She also had macular degeneration. Her last days were hard on her, but she never complained. She kept saying that she was lucky not to be in any pain and that her needs were provided for. 
She was a lovely soul.  
We will all miss Helen. I hope she's playing rounds of golf in Heaven with all her family and friends. If anyone deserved to go to Heaven, it was Helen. 
We will all miss Helen. Goodyb, my dear friend. We all loved you. 

I'm back to my normal, bitchy self!

  • Apr. 11th, 2008 at 12:44 AM
Happy!
 

Just a quick pic I posted of myself today. I look a little bloated. Must have been all those kids I feasted on that were trying to eat my gingerbread house. 

Sister, I'm a Poet

  • Feb. 18th, 2008 at 12:12 AM
Happy!
 


I submitted some of my poetry at SharePoetry.com, and I've got some good reviews. This amazes me. I got used to the idea that I can't do anything right. 
The fact that somebody likes my poetry sends me to the moon!
I told my psychiatrist about this, and he said that this is what I've been looking for all my life - validation. Growing up, I never had a lot of friends and generally sucked at whatever I did. I know what it means to be a loser. 
But now, I feel as if that is slowly changing. I don't think I'm God's Gift to Earth, but maybe I do have a good thing going. I dunno. I'm not used to praise. 
I'm just afraid of a little praise going to my head and I turn into this selfish, conceited asshole who sings her own praise (it's happened before). 

My poetry could use some improvement. God knows there are better poets out there. But for now, I'm just glowing in the praise I did get. 

Check out my poetry at http://sharepoetry.com/ladyjanew. Thanks! 

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Feb. 17th, 2008

  • 10:47 PM
Happy!
 

Poem Dedicated to James Wilby
 

Sunlit waves framing thy classic face
Stunning member of the English race. 

Angelic voice like a concerto violin 
Hints at the beauty that dwells within. 

Sender, blond, athletic and tall,
You forever hold me in thy thrall. 

Cupid lips, strong chin, 
Beautiful Englishman so tall and thin. 

A smile like a thousand beaming suns,
A long resume of performances well done. 

Your talent glorifies
The classical literature you often dramatize. 

In you, male beauty God does glorify 
You, the object of many a love-struck sigh. 



(I know it's cheesy, but I'm just an amateur. Sorry.)

(I know it's been a long time since I posted. Sorry. I suck).

What the Rosary is really for

  • Feb. 1st, 2008 at 12:31 AM
Happy!
 


I was raised Catholic. Can ya tell? 
Almost all of my elderly clients are Catholic, and all of them have rosaries. This is my little comment on the cult of Mother Mary. 

Mary: (strangling Jesus with rosary) You love me, don't'cha's, Jesus? (YANK!) Don't'cha's? 

Jesus: (ACK!) Mom!!!!

Satan: Wow. Talk about your clingy mothers! 


 

Devious Journal Entry

  • Jan. 30th, 2008 at 9:18 PM
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What the Rosary is really for
by ~sideshowjane on deviantART 


Here's something I did for my space on Deviant Art. I colored it with MS Paint (isn't it obvious?), and because I could only get the Fill In feature to work on Paint only if all the shapes were closed, I could only draw Jesus's hair looking like a refuge from a Cure concert. I was trying to imply that his hair was like that because Mary was strangling him with the rosary. 

I wish I was a better artist. I wish I had better computer graphics skills. Whine, whine. 

Heretical Hilarity

  • Jan. 29th, 2008 at 5:48 PM
Happy!

On the job
by ~sideshowjane on deviantART 

A little photo manipulation I did when I was bored. 

Thank you, blogofstench, for putting me onto Comic Life! I never could draw those damn word ballons correctly.

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Isolated

  • Jan. 28th, 2008 at 8:01 PM
pissed off

Unlike most people, I don't work with a group of coworkers. When I'm at work, It's just me and my old ladies. When I come home, I'm all alone. 
I visit my sister's family when I want company, and they are so wrapped up in their own business, it's as if I'm not even there. Sometimes I wonder if I even exist. 
I can't afford to go out because I live on low wages.
So I don't get much chance to socalize. 

I think I'm getting weird from lack of socializing. I read that people need a supportive group for optimum brain function, and for general well being. 

When I do socalize, it feels like I'm playing a game. I just nod and agree with what everyone says. I want to be liked because I hope someone will take an interest in me and want to be my friend. 

I think socializing is just a game. It's all about putting on a good front. Never let anyone see the real you. It's all bullshit. I'm afraid if I was my real sensitive self, I'd be mocked and insulted for being so kooky. 

Anyway, I worn my mask for so long, it feels real to me. 


 

Ditto!

  • Jan. 27th, 2008 at 12:38 PM
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 Why Books are Better Than Babies
Here are some reasons childfree people can use to explain their lifestyle choices.
  1. A book's natural state is dry.
  2. When you highlight a baby, it washes off.
  3. You can't prop up a crooked table with a baby.
  4. You can't hide money inside a baby.
  5. You can't sell them back at the end of the semester.
  6. If you dog-ear a baby, you end up in jail.
  7. Your parents aren't always after you to get your first book.
  8. Nobody gets upset when a teenager has a book.
  9. Your books don't want to play with your toys.
  10. You don't have to strap your books in special seats when you travel.
  11. If your dog chews up your book, you can get a new book (and keep the dog!)
  12. Used books are easier to find than used babies.
  13. It usually doesn't take nine months to acquire a book.
  14. Nobody looks at you funny when you have a hundred books.
  15. Books can always be shoved in the attic when you're tired of them.
  16. Books arrive fully developed, and you can't be blamed for any plot defects.
  17. My parents are not interested in coming to visit my books.
  18. If you lose a book, it is no big deal.
  19. No one makes stupid movies about books deserted at home.
  20. Books don't wake you up at stupid times of the morning demanding to be fed, amused, or changed.
  21. Books don't throw a temper tantrum if you pay more attention to another book or you have things you'd rather be doing than reading it right now.
  22. You can take a book into a fine restaurant and know it will remain quiet and well-behaved.
  23. You don't have to get a babysitter for a book if you want to go out.
  24. Books don't point and ask embarassing questions in public.
  25. Books not only ask questions, they also provide answers.
  26. Books don't want to watch "Barney." In fact, they are best enjoyed with the TV off.
  27. Books do not have recurring costs, like clothing, food, and diapers.
  28. You can't download a baby from the World Wide Web (yet).
  29. You can't mail a baby to a friend you want to share it with.
  30. Books don't need to be toilet trained.
  31. You can leave books in a box for months and they will be okay.
  32. Books smell better than babies.
  33. Books don't wear expensive covers from The Gap.
  34. Books already contain all the world's recorded knowledge -- you don't have to pay to send them to school.
  35. Books don't lose their lunch in your lap.
  36. You don't have to pay a doctor to get your new book.
  37. You can carry your book in your back pocket and it won't complain.
  38. You can sit on a book and it won't squeal.
  39. You can take a book to work and no one will complain.
  40. Books don't try to run away from you when you put them down.
  41. You can't switch from mystery babies to sci-fi babies to romance babies when you're looking for variety.
  42. If you put a bookmark in a baby's mouth it will either get spit out or chewed up.
  43. Babies don't appreciate those itty bitty book lights shined on their faces.
  44. You can't skip ahead and read the last chapter of a baby's life to get to the good parts or to see if you like how it turns out.
  45. When books have a sequel, you're happy about it.
  46. You can take a book to the dentist/doctor/optometrist, and it won't cost you anything.
  47. You can buy a book in the supermarket.
  48. Books won't wreck your computer equipment, or spill milk and cookies on the keyboard.
  49. A book always rides for free on transit, no matter how old it is.
  50. Nobody wants to censor the Internet "for the good of the books."
  51. Smokers can smoke around their books.
  52. Books never tell you at 10 p.m. that there is a bake sale tomorrow and they promised they'd bring a Black Forest cake.
  53. You never have to make a Halloween costume for your book.
  54. Families never argue about what church the book will go to.
  55. Books never outgrow their jackets.
  56. You never get a call at work saying that your book just threw up at daycare and could you please come take it home?
  57. People don't keep asking you to coo over pictures of their books.
  58. Books don't need expensive accessories.
  59. There isn't one documented case of a book throwing a screaming tantrum on the floor in the middle of an aisle in a Wal-Mart.
  60. You don't have to buy a minivan because you bought a book.
  61. People don't go into gross detail describing how they acquired a book.
  62. You don't have to breast feed a book.
  63. You can squash bugs with a book.
  64. Imagine if the government gave a $500.00 tax credit per book.
  65. When you shut up a book, it stays shut.
  66. You can't put a baby on a shelf when you're bored with it.
  67. You like to take them into the bathroom with you!
  68. When you don't want it anymore, you can give it away.
  69. There's a place where you can try different books to see which ones you like.
  70. Where's the fun in curling up with a roaring fire, a glass of wine (or a plate of chocolate) and a baby?
  71. Books don't join Little League, Girl Scouts, or other parents'-time-consuming activities.
  72. Books don't burst in on you when you are intimately engaged.
  73. If the book doesn't turn out how you like, you can always get rid of it and not be arrested.
  74. A book doesn't need another book to play with.
  75. A book can sit alone and be quiet.
  76. A book is better to take a bath with.
  77. A book can be in the bathroom with you and not invade your privacy.
  78. Books are more interesting topics of conversation than pablum, prams and poo-poo.
  79. A book can be left in the car on a hot summer's day with the windows rolled up.
  80. You can never have too many books.

I was emailed the above as a link from the original at: AccountingNet

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Jan. 27th, 2008

  • 12:23 PM
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I bought a $300 digital TV with a DVD/VCR combo on Thursday. Today, I am taking it back to the store. The TV works just fine; it’s that I made a wrong choice.

Up until now I was TV free. On impulse, I purchased a TV Thursday because I thought I was sick of being out of the pop culture loop. But when I did watch broadcast, no-cable TV, there was bloody nothing on! Nothing on but reruns, sensationalistic celebrity gossip shows, depressing news, commercial after endless commercial for cars, prescription drugs, insurance, big ticket luxury items, and the like. There was bloody well nothing on broadcast TV worth watching, and I am not going to get cable to I can pay even more to watch TV. Hell, the TV producers should be paying us to watch TV! It’s the only way an intelligent person could endure sitting there passively watching endless hour after hour of 100% pure bullcrap.

Happy!

 
Yeah, after an hour with my Man in a Box, I'm ready to spin around my apartment in an exploding cocentric circle and run through the walls dressed in a red, white and blue Hooters outfit, leap into my Invisible Plane, and take on the Nazis. Or at least that annoying Dick Van Patten!

Who says that masturbation doest not have a rejuvinating effect? I should do this more often. I'd be unstoppable!

 

Bad memories

  • Jan. 26th, 2008 at 9:48 PM
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I know it's selfish to write this, but one reason I'm so hung up about my client's passing is because it reminded me of the day when my parents died. (They died separately and in the course of two years). 

Nothing can prepare you for the day your parents die. The adult part of you is busy making funeral arrangements and calling the family on the phone, and the other part of you wants to hold them and plead, "Don't die, Mommy!" "Don't die, Daddy!" 

When my parents died, I felt numb. I couldn't feel anything. All I could do was sit and stare into space. You could have whacked me over the head with a two-by-four, and I wouldn't have felt it.  Thank God my logical sister handled most of the arrangements. It was two full years before I could release all the grief I had after my wonderful father died. I still miss him. When Mom died, I felt nothing. I guess I'm the kind that goes into shock when something traumatic happens. But the point is that nothing prepares you for your parent's death. 

To those readers who have living parents, if you have any issues with them, try to resolve it while they are still alive. Forgive them. Tell them you love them. Love them. Bless them. Help them make peace with their maker. I only wish I did while my parents were still alive. 

Rest in Peace sweetheart

  • Jan. 26th, 2008 at 9:24 PM
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Today, one of my elderly clients died. I was with her when it happened. She passed peacefully in her sleep. I can't say who it was, or what company I work for due to HIIPA laws, but I will say that she was a sweet old lady, and she left a wonderful legacy.

I witnessed the members of her immediate family come to see her for the last time. I saw the younger members of her family openly weep. It was a sad day for the *********** family.

********* was 89 years old. Her family will deeply miss her. 

It was a pleasure to work for her wonderful family. 

I vow to treat the elderly with compassion and understanding.  I deleted my "old people suck" entries. Those were the work of an angrier, selfish me. The elderly don't have much time left on Earth, and they should be treated with dignity and respect. Working for ******* taught me that. 

Rest in Peace, sweetheart. It was a pleasure to have known you.

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The entry below is not my writing. It is from the blog Not All Who Wander Are Lost at  http://mediakit.blogspot.com/search?q=not+all+who+wander+are+lost   and he explains why the printed word is much better than screen writing and editing. Take it away, Boyhowdy!



Surfing, Browsing, Blogging...Reading?
 

 

posted by boyhowdy | 9:22 PM | 56 comments
 

 

This surprisingly old panel by Cincinnati Enquirer cartoonist Jim Borgman is making the blogrounds:



But it seems to me blogexplosion regulars know the real news about blogs is better expressed in this cartoon, from Lee Lorenz in this week's New Yorker:


Which brings up an interesting point: people don't really read on screen that much.

Not deeply. Not broadly. Not well.

You already knew that intuitively. Like the students I work with, if you really need to absorb some text off the online universe, you print it. And if you take an afternoon off to do some serious reading, you spend that time with good old paper and ink.

But most people still don't get it. Like the students I work with, you probably don't print out your drafts of writing to edit them. And in most cases, since you're not writing a research paper, you don't print digital documents to read them. But you somehow believe that your reading and writing remain "just fine."

And despite there being real value in the conception that folks who grow up in a digital-print universe do indeed habitually think better in type than in handwriting -- that, in other words, your "native medium" for reading and writing is more likely than not to be screen-based -- it is an error of logic to go that next step, and assume that, therefore, this is the best kind of reading or writing you could do.

In fact, we all make that mistake of mind. But it's still a pretty stupid thing to believe.

Seriously. We already know that reading off a screen results in roughly 25% less overall comprehension -- why else have we begun to tailor our digital writing to these shortform paragraphs, the better to catch the skimmer's eye?

And our linguisitics show we know this going in. You're a surfer, not a diver; uninterested in immersion, you skim the waves. And you're reading this text, right now, on a browser, yes? Or perhaps, if you're geeky enough, on a news reader, since we all know "reading" news isn't anywhere near as deep as reading literature or, say, autobiographical non-fiction.

This is why I believe that the NaNoWriMo concept, in which most folks put their text up on the screen, and which is primarily driven by blogging and other on-line meme-passing, is inherently flawed for all but a very few.

It is why we cannot realistically expect that blogexplosion, which shrinks our screens that much more, adds a new layer of 30-second clockwatching immediacy to our blogreading and, by definition, rewards us for moving on, actually leads to habitual long-term reading for pretty much anyone.

It is why I'm ending this entry prematurely, to settle in screenless with the books I bought today -- Michael Chabon's Wonder Boys and Kim Stanely Robinson's 1994 Hugo Award winner Green Mars -- and why I bought such high-falutin' books in the first place.

'cause I been surfin' way too much, and these short waves are killing me.

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