11/11/05: No Real Rant Today
Well, the problem with my site has been cleared up, and you can access it again. No news on the writing front, nothing really going on...so I'll just recopy my monthly rant from my webpage. The original has links embedded in the text, of course....
"Thanksgiving is coming, which means folks are going to be gathering around the dinner table and gorging themselves on mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and of course a big-ass dead bird. But before they dig into ol' Tom Turkey, they are going to be obliged to count their blessings and talk about just what it is they're thankful for. So in this spirit, I'm going to talk about all the wonderful blessings I've been given.
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"There's my j--no, wait, had to give that up in 1997.
"There's my fabulous girlf--no, wait, she walked out on me in 1998.
"My family. Umm...except for my severely emotionally-disturbed brother, whom I utterly despise more than anything. Because of his lying and stealing and generally depraved, disgusting behavior, our shop shut down, my [expletive deleted] of a partner skipped town, and I started getting sick from not drinking enough water after spending a whole summer outdoors to get away from him. My voice, a trained instrument honed for many years, began to fail me. My credit rating is shot because he got hold of all my credit cards and ran up charges on them, so I can't buy things I need. I can't even stand to look at him. Not a day goes by where I don't think of putting an axe through his skull and ending his screaming rein of tyranny.
"I do have a roof over my head and food on the table. Well, as long as The Troll doesn't bash too many holes in the plaster and leave the house a shambles during one of his psychotic temper-tantrums, and tries to refrain himself from gobbling up everything in the kitchen during one of his two a.m. feedings.
"Hey, there's my health--no wait, there's the whole losing my voice thing, which limits me both socially and economically. Sort of hard to get a new job when I can barely talk. And talking to a woman is out of the question. If I hope to be with someone, it'll have to be someone who remembers how beautiful my voice used to be--well , that would be Ashleigh, wouldn't it? So we're back to that again.
"I have fabulous friends--who all turned against me back in 1997 after I fell from grace, and now won't even talk to me.
"Yeah. Okay. Blessing-counting seems to be a bust."
Well, happy Veterans Day, and adios for this week.
Posted by Fekul_the_Baby 11/11/2005 07:50PM PST