I should blog more. Perhaps it would help with a newly discovered problem I have : unstoppable, uncontrollable, totally annoying humming. I have hummed from time to time, as much as anyone I suppose, but I've noticed that I do it almost all the time now and it's proving hard to make myself stop. It makes having a stupid song stuck in the head seem like a breeze, at least you can sing something else, but this is entirely different. Perhaps it's some kind of nervous tic kind of thing, but based on what and why? It's disturbing. Is there a support group? Can I invent some course of therapy? Would it involve freshly squeezed juices and salves? Or balms? Would I be forced to watch the entire "Lethal Weapon" series? With Joe Pesci, in character, drinking Kool Aid beside me on the couch? Comments, suggestions are welcome.

Things I Like That I Didn't Think I Would

Nights With Alice Cooper (http://www.nightswithalicecooper.com/listen.asp)
I've never felt one way or the other about Alice Cooper, I like some of his songs, I always thought he needed a good long bath, but other than that, fairly neutral. Not so long ago I started catching his show that's on weeknights at 7:00, and I really dig it. He's funny. I didn't really believe that it was him til I looked up the website, and sure enough, there was his sweet, hammered face. He wears polo shirts sometimes. He gets my vote. If I were close to him though, I'd urge him in the direction of a haircut.
Not Smoking
Who knew?! It took asthma to finally make me quit, not my own, but that of my Precious Bunny, and what a great decision. Don't get me wrong, it's still a struggle but one I gratefully bear. I do miss the ritual though.
Bootie Socks
I've pretty much always hated them, from the ones that barely peek out of your sneaks to the "low cuts," I've always thought they were super-queer, and not in the good way. Okay, they're fine for athletes of whatever description, but too often all I could picture was some early-to-midde-aged white guy with ugly shorts, painfully white Reeboks or Nikes, and The Socks. Socklets. Footies. Whatever. Ugh. So what the hell, I can't explain why I not only somewhat suddenly decide that they're not so bad, but that it's also probably okay for me to wear them. Huh? I'm just a little frightened that maybe I've become a middle-aged white guy when I wasn't looking.
See also this link to a favourite blog
http://opieblue.typepad.com/my_weblog/2005/05/bootie_girly_ga.html

Yesterday's Rose Garden Press Conference, Starring Our Man W!

I was listening to the news on the radio at work yesterday (okay, yes, it was All Things Considered on NPR) and they were reporting on W's Rose Garden news conference, and I was only half-listening until I heard "Amnesty International" blah, blah, blah, and tuned into him talking about their allegations concerning Guantanamo Bay detainees and so forth, and what he said made me laugh aloud, partly because of his ridiculous gaffe, and partly because of something personal... it went like this : (regarding the report) "it seemed like to me they based some of their decisions on--on the word of-- and allegations by people who were held in detention, people who hate America, people who have been trained, in some instances, to dis-assemble--that means not tell the truth, and so it's an absurd report."
Yes, absurd, that's it.
I laugh, on the personal front, because in an email several years ago to someone who did the old dump-you-for-the-ex thing, I strongly and forthrightly, laid her out as, among other things, being a "dissembling and dishonest liar." Redundant? Perhaps, but she had to look up what that meant. Strangely, she was also a media personality...
I'm not trying to be catty...I'm just being mean---

New Thing, New Section! Avoid the Rush! I Call It "What Am I Angry About?"

What am I angry about right now? Well...
I'm angry about a state that would try to make a 13 yr old girl have a baby when she didn't want to---
I'm angry about sexual predators who are released from prison and continue on to rape, maim, and murder. Little girls. Little boys. Your little girl or boy---
I'm angry about pharmacists who feel that they can make the decision on who gets what prescribed medication that they may find Morally Offensive or Wrong. Saying "who the fuck do you think you are?!" doesn't even begin to cover that---
I'm angry about men who refuse to wear condoms and spread STDs and create children with complete disregard---
I'm angry about the women who have sex with them. No glove, no love. Hey! No love, no love! Yes, babies are cute and cuddly. But babies aren't dolls that you can toss in a box when you want to get fucked up, go out dancing, hang out on the porch, or bang your brains out because Mr Wonderful can get it up for you right this second---
Stop not caring about whether you live or die-- you could be a blessing in someone's life, lives, if you'd give it a try. It's not too hard to act decent---
I'm angry about lives that end too soon because somebody thinks they have to get there FASTER than anybody else. Do you want to be someone who's so badly burned that it takes a week or more to even figure who you are, rather, who you Were?
I'm angry about motherfucking suicide bombers every fucking day in one or the other of two countries that we watch on the news every morning---