Mothers' Day
May. 8th, 2011 09:25 amOn this Mothers' Day, let us pay respect to our Great Mother, the sacred Earth, and purchase contraception so we become less of a breeder culture and more of a culture of responsibility, respect, and honour.
May. 8th, 2011
Agent Smith
May. 8th, 2011 10:08 amMy response to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theafaye reminded me of my favourite quote from my favourite character in The Matrix, so I figured I'd post it here. I think I have done this before, many years ago, but it should be refreshed. The quote is timeless and full of wisdom, that is, if you're a misanthrope with a great fondness for your planet, like myself. So enjoy.
theafaye reminded me of my favourite quote from my favourite character in The Matrix, so I figured I'd post it here. I think I have done this before, many years ago, but it should be refreshed. The quote is timeless and full of wisdom, that is, if you're a misanthrope with a great fondness for your planet, like myself. So enjoy.I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague and we are the cure.
::SEETHE::
May. 8th, 2011 01:33 pmSo...
I sent Barry Andrews a package on 4 April. It contained a Very Important Gift for him, something that would hopefully connect him to some happy memories, and would most likely replace a thing he has long not had in his possession.
He has yet to receive the package.
It usually takes about two weeks for any Priority packages to reach the UK from America. I sent this package Priority and insured. I had a tracking number. So I checked the package online and received the following message regarding my tracking number: There is no record of this item. X_X
I can go into the Post Office and bitch about their losing my package, and I can rail against them and demand my money back, but it won't do any good. I know how this goes. All they will do is tell me "Sorry, there's nothing to be done. You pays your fees and takes your chances when you ship internationally." I've heard this before.
The good news is that I kept back one of the duplicate items, having a feeling that I should. Now, I can send this to him. I'm going to consider alternative shipping methods like Fed Ex. It'll be spendy, but this is something I've been wanting to do for a long time. So...screw you, USPS! This is a perfect example of why people are leaving your facilities in droves, because you suck like a Dyson vacuum cleaner. If I have my way, I will never darken your useless doors again.
Harrumph!
I sent Barry Andrews a package on 4 April. It contained a Very Important Gift for him, something that would hopefully connect him to some happy memories, and would most likely replace a thing he has long not had in his possession.
He has yet to receive the package.
It usually takes about two weeks for any Priority packages to reach the UK from America. I sent this package Priority and insured. I had a tracking number. So I checked the package online and received the following message regarding my tracking number: There is no record of this item. X_X
I can go into the Post Office and bitch about their losing my package, and I can rail against them and demand my money back, but it won't do any good. I know how this goes. All they will do is tell me "Sorry, there's nothing to be done. You pays your fees and takes your chances when you ship internationally." I've heard this before.
The good news is that I kept back one of the duplicate items, having a feeling that I should. Now, I can send this to him. I'm going to consider alternative shipping methods like Fed Ex. It'll be spendy, but this is something I've been wanting to do for a long time. So...screw you, USPS! This is a perfect example of why people are leaving your facilities in droves, because you suck like a Dyson vacuum cleaner. If I have my way, I will never darken your useless doors again.
Harrumph!
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Don't have kids.
Seriously. My maternal grandmother was never big on kids, but ended up having my Mother Unit in spite of that. She eventually left her daughter to be raised by her aunt and uncle, so she could continue to pursue her career in singing. Then the Mother Unit, who was never crazy about kids herself, met and married my father, who wanted kids. Together, they ended up having yours truly.
But it was always Aunt Tudi who expressed that maternal vibe to me, from the moment I was brought home at the age of three days old. Eventually, the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she would mind caring for me, so she could go back to work. It was a perfect arrangement for them both. When I was six, my parents split up, basically because my father was a controlling asshole more often than could be tolerated by any sane person. So my Mother Unit left him. And she returned to New York City, which was the only place she really knew. The city was a bad place to raise children during this time in the early 70s, so the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she could leave me with her, after my time in the Father Unit's custoday was an exercise in insanity. He lost it when they divorced, and he showered his venom for the Mother Unit on me, as I was the only one there to listen at the time.
I was eventually given to Aunt Tudi, who took me home to Asheville, from living in Reidville, SC. Both she and Granny, Aunt Tudi's mother and my paternal grandmother, took it upon themselves to raise me in a safe and educational environment.
As I grew up, I realised that I had an extreme dislike for children. Now, I believe that this proclivity toward finding children distasteful is genetic and that I received that particular gene from the Mother Unit, who had also gotten the gene from her mother. The big difference between me and the Units, though, is that I never had children. I made a conscious choice to make certain that I would never be saddled with a child.
Of course, I grew up in an entirely different generation where I was afforded more options and was more educated about "family planning," so I can't really blame the Grandmother Unit or the Mother Unit for the choices that they made and their basic genetic natures. Everything can be traced back to our DNA, but it is up to us, if we have the ability, to bring to a halt certain genetic proclivities.
In my adult years, I have had a very good relationship with the Mother Unit and the Father Unit, before he died. I even got to establish a relationship with the Grandmother Unit before she passed. The Mother Unit has always been a presence in my life, even though we have lived apart since 1974. She was never a stranger to me and, for that, I am grateful. I doubt I would have acted in the same manner if I had had a child.
Don't have kids.
Seriously. My maternal grandmother was never big on kids, but ended up having my Mother Unit in spite of that. She eventually left her daughter to be raised by her aunt and uncle, so she could continue to pursue her career in singing. Then the Mother Unit, who was never crazy about kids herself, met and married my father, who wanted kids. Together, they ended up having yours truly.
But it was always Aunt Tudi who expressed that maternal vibe to me, from the moment I was brought home at the age of three days old. Eventually, the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she would mind caring for me, so she could go back to work. It was a perfect arrangement for them both. When I was six, my parents split up, basically because my father was a controlling asshole more often than could be tolerated by any sane person. So my Mother Unit left him. And she returned to New York City, which was the only place she really knew. The city was a bad place to raise children during this time in the early 70s, so the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she could leave me with her, after my time in the Father Unit's custoday was an exercise in insanity. He lost it when they divorced, and he showered his venom for the Mother Unit on me, as I was the only one there to listen at the time.
I was eventually given to Aunt Tudi, who took me home to Asheville, from living in Reidville, SC. Both she and Granny, Aunt Tudi's mother and my paternal grandmother, took it upon themselves to raise me in a safe and educational environment.
As I grew up, I realised that I had an extreme dislike for children. Now, I believe that this proclivity toward finding children distasteful is genetic and that I received that particular gene from the Mother Unit, who had also gotten the gene from her mother. The big difference between me and the Units, though, is that I never had children. I made a conscious choice to make certain that I would never be saddled with a child.
Of course, I grew up in an entirely different generation where I was afforded more options and was more educated about "family planning," so I can't really blame the Grandmother Unit or the Mother Unit for the choices that they made and their basic genetic natures. Everything can be traced back to our DNA, but it is up to us, if we have the ability, to bring to a halt certain genetic proclivities.
In my adult years, I have had a very good relationship with the Mother Unit and the Father Unit, before he died. I even got to establish a relationship with the Grandmother Unit before she passed. The Mother Unit has always been a presence in my life, even though we have lived apart since 1974. She was never a stranger to me and, for that, I am grateful. I doubt I would have acted in the same manner if I had had a child.
Oil & Gold Review
May. 8th, 2011 10:22 pmThis was posted back in December, but I don't think I ever posted it here. I'm a bad Shriek supporter... Anyway, it's a very good review and will make you want to go out to your local record store or iTunes, and purchase the album. I can't stress enough how wondrous this album is and how you would not regret buying it. So go read the review and decide for yourself.
Just click the happy picture and you will be transported to Mojo.
Just click the happy picture and you will be transported to Mojo.
