WebKittyn Warbles
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
The Moralists Are At It Again
Oy, these people need to go away. ET, phone home.
The Supreme Court in all its conservative anal-ness has deemed that those with debilitating diseases don't need to smoke pot because the FDA hasn't approved pot as a medicinal tool.
No offense your Honours but I don't put a whole lot of faith in the FDA, they approved Vioxx and now look at the panic Vioxx is causing. The FDA is in bed with the many pharmaceutical companies and pot is a natural source so it's doomed from the start.
This pisses me off as much as the gay marriage issue and assisted suicide. So I rant.
I watched the woman with the brain tumor on O'Reilly last night and I found myself shaking my fist at the television in support of this woman. I can't imagine what it must be like to have to try and raise a family with a brain tumor. Dealing with knowing you're going to die, knowing you'll be leaving your kids without a mother, knowing it's just a matter of time before the physical aspects become crippling. Add to this the pain that she was describing and it seems almost impossible to comprehend the depths of this woman's strength.
So she lights up and smokes pot every two hours. This eases the pain she feels and gives her the appetite the legally prescribed medicines take away. It relaxes her and she is able to be the mother her kids need. She's not out driving around stoned, she's in her own home smoking weed for medical purposes and how DARE the Court or any other moralist moron tell this woman she can't.
I don't have AIDS, I don't have cancer, I don't have MS. I won't be so phony as to say "I know how these people feel." I've seen Montel WIlliams break down in tears as he talks of the pain that comes with MS. I've watched a friend's dad die of AIDs and I've seen cancer consume a person and the chemo take away what was left of the spirit that the cancer didn't get. Yet these holy rollers think it's rational to tell these people they can't smoke.
I'm not opposed to conventional medicine, God bless the treatments that have extended the lifespans of AIDs patients and the new alternatives to standard chemo that make life a little less miserable for a cancer patient. But let's be real, conventional medicine often comes with horrific side-effects. Weed comes in and becomes a supplement to the conventional as say, the chemo patient goes home feeling nauseous and weak. Last thing this person wants to do is eat but what could their body need more at that moment than nourishment? Ok, so they puff up a bit and there it is, an appetite. Even if it's a small one, it's what the body needs. Or the MS patient so overtaken by pain that they can't move, have to be brought to the bathroom by someone else. Or the AIDs patient living on pill cocktails and unable to keep anything solid down.
The moralists don't care, it's a drug, it's illegal, it's going to become interstate commerce and children are going to smoke because of this.
What right does anyone have to tell someone with a disease or condition that cannot be cured and will end up killing them that they can't smoke weed if it helps. The conservatives are so big on quality of life, what about the quality of these people's lives?
This has nothing to do with hypothetical children or any of that crap. I don't want to legalise weed overall but I damn well think seriously ill and terminally ill people should be able to smoke pot if it helps.
I really look forward to the day all the dinosaurs are out of the Supreme Court and the House/Senate. I just hope I live long enough to see it.
Support medical marijuana!
The Supreme Court in all its conservative anal-ness has deemed that those with debilitating diseases don't need to smoke pot because the FDA hasn't approved pot as a medicinal tool.
No offense your Honours but I don't put a whole lot of faith in the FDA, they approved Vioxx and now look at the panic Vioxx is causing. The FDA is in bed with the many pharmaceutical companies and pot is a natural source so it's doomed from the start.
This pisses me off as much as the gay marriage issue and assisted suicide. So I rant.
I watched the woman with the brain tumor on O'Reilly last night and I found myself shaking my fist at the television in support of this woman. I can't imagine what it must be like to have to try and raise a family with a brain tumor. Dealing with knowing you're going to die, knowing you'll be leaving your kids without a mother, knowing it's just a matter of time before the physical aspects become crippling. Add to this the pain that she was describing and it seems almost impossible to comprehend the depths of this woman's strength.
So she lights up and smokes pot every two hours. This eases the pain she feels and gives her the appetite the legally prescribed medicines take away. It relaxes her and she is able to be the mother her kids need. She's not out driving around stoned, she's in her own home smoking weed for medical purposes and how DARE the Court or any other moralist moron tell this woman she can't.
I don't have AIDS, I don't have cancer, I don't have MS. I won't be so phony as to say "I know how these people feel." I've seen Montel WIlliams break down in tears as he talks of the pain that comes with MS. I've watched a friend's dad die of AIDs and I've seen cancer consume a person and the chemo take away what was left of the spirit that the cancer didn't get. Yet these holy rollers think it's rational to tell these people they can't smoke.
I'm not opposed to conventional medicine, God bless the treatments that have extended the lifespans of AIDs patients and the new alternatives to standard chemo that make life a little less miserable for a cancer patient. But let's be real, conventional medicine often comes with horrific side-effects. Weed comes in and becomes a supplement to the conventional as say, the chemo patient goes home feeling nauseous and weak. Last thing this person wants to do is eat but what could their body need more at that moment than nourishment? Ok, so they puff up a bit and there it is, an appetite. Even if it's a small one, it's what the body needs. Or the MS patient so overtaken by pain that they can't move, have to be brought to the bathroom by someone else. Or the AIDs patient living on pill cocktails and unable to keep anything solid down.
The moralists don't care, it's a drug, it's illegal, it's going to become interstate commerce and children are going to smoke because of this.
What right does anyone have to tell someone with a disease or condition that cannot be cured and will end up killing them that they can't smoke weed if it helps. The conservatives are so big on quality of life, what about the quality of these people's lives?
This has nothing to do with hypothetical children or any of that crap. I don't want to legalise weed overall but I damn well think seriously ill and terminally ill people should be able to smoke pot if it helps.
I really look forward to the day all the dinosaurs are out of the Supreme Court and the House/Senate. I just hope I live long enough to see it.
Support medical marijuana!
Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
Everything in my world is changing.
Not because of anything I'm doing or have done and not particularly good or bad but everything in my world seems to be changing and I feel like a mere spectator in my own show. Maybe it's the end of the year, maybe the Lady Fate has decided I needed a 'cool change,' I don't know. I just watch the waves swell in and evaluate later.
[original paragraph removed because I realised I was wrong in my observations about the person this paragraph was originally written about]
I've noticed changes in people, the people I deal with. Some sadden me as chasms begin to grow. One particular friend comes to mind, it saddens me that he and I haven't spoke in almost a month but he's changed. I don't deal well with dishonesty and I was presented with dishonesty in regards to a person is his life. I've never made any bones that this is a person I truly despise, a person in a league of their own in my book. I'm pretty up-front, if I don't like a person they know it. When I'm told a bunch of things and then see actions that tell a completely different story, I begin to doubt the integrity of the person. It's a friendship I miss dearly but sometimes the people we surround ourselves with really do define how others see us. I've tried, my disgust and disdain for this person only grows. So I guess this is a three-pronged change...
My feelings on the muds change, too. My own game has been a source of pleasure lately, the holiday spirit is in full swing and for the most part with a few small exceptions the mojo has been good. For a while there the mud had lost its appeal and its lustre for me, coming on was more of a chore than a labour of love. This has changed recently with the holiday feel and some awesome code. It's hard to see such effort being put into something and not get caught up in the good feel.
The other mud has me worried and confused. One I once looked up to as one of the best quality staffers I have ever seen has become a spiteful immature drama monger and it saddens me. I feel for the owner of said game, I try to help as best I can but the morale thing is something foreign to me. One thing about my world, we have a rare and genuine kinship amongst the staff and I could never imagine any of mine doing to me what this guy is getting. This is not a positive change.
I see cruelty in one person I never saw before and it scares me. To be cruel as a means of getting what one wants is a form of manipulation that I've never caved to before yet I was so taken aback by the level of the cruelty I became meek. Yuk. I've seen kindness and strength from one I never knew had such a strong interior. I've seen random nastiness from one I've never been anything but kind to. I've seen brilliant humour from one I've often thought of as somewhat simple. It's all come together to make me realise that even the most skilled of people readers can still be surprised.
And there have been changes in myself as well. I'm not sure I could pinpoint what they are but there's a shift in my current these days. I'm at this flux in my life where the new year approaches quickly and with it a need for a new overall outlook. A lot of things about myself and my life that I do have the power to change that need to be changed. Only thing I know for certain right now is that I am very much in my own place figuring myself out.
Christ does that sound hokey or what? I've always hated buzz phrases like 'find yourself' and the likes. Blehhh. I don't need to find myself, I haven't gone missing. I just need to recapture some aspects of my character I've laid aside for others or just to make life easier. Nothing major but enough small things begin to add up.
Ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the change...
With all of the uncertainty one thing I do know is that this is my life, this is it for this time around. It's up to me to spend it how it should be spent.
What hasn't changed or will never change? My tendency to prattle on too long.
Not because of anything I'm doing or have done and not particularly good or bad but everything in my world seems to be changing and I feel like a mere spectator in my own show. Maybe it's the end of the year, maybe the Lady Fate has decided I needed a 'cool change,' I don't know. I just watch the waves swell in and evaluate later.
[original paragraph removed because I realised I was wrong in my observations about the person this paragraph was originally written about]
I've noticed changes in people, the people I deal with. Some sadden me as chasms begin to grow. One particular friend comes to mind, it saddens me that he and I haven't spoke in almost a month but he's changed. I don't deal well with dishonesty and I was presented with dishonesty in regards to a person is his life. I've never made any bones that this is a person I truly despise, a person in a league of their own in my book. I'm pretty up-front, if I don't like a person they know it. When I'm told a bunch of things and then see actions that tell a completely different story, I begin to doubt the integrity of the person. It's a friendship I miss dearly but sometimes the people we surround ourselves with really do define how others see us. I've tried, my disgust and disdain for this person only grows. So I guess this is a three-pronged change...
My feelings on the muds change, too. My own game has been a source of pleasure lately, the holiday spirit is in full swing and for the most part with a few small exceptions the mojo has been good. For a while there the mud had lost its appeal and its lustre for me, coming on was more of a chore than a labour of love. This has changed recently with the holiday feel and some awesome code. It's hard to see such effort being put into something and not get caught up in the good feel.
The other mud has me worried and confused. One I once looked up to as one of the best quality staffers I have ever seen has become a spiteful immature drama monger and it saddens me. I feel for the owner of said game, I try to help as best I can but the morale thing is something foreign to me. One thing about my world, we have a rare and genuine kinship amongst the staff and I could never imagine any of mine doing to me what this guy is getting. This is not a positive change.
I see cruelty in one person I never saw before and it scares me. To be cruel as a means of getting what one wants is a form of manipulation that I've never caved to before yet I was so taken aback by the level of the cruelty I became meek. Yuk. I've seen kindness and strength from one I never knew had such a strong interior. I've seen random nastiness from one I've never been anything but kind to. I've seen brilliant humour from one I've often thought of as somewhat simple. It's all come together to make me realise that even the most skilled of people readers can still be surprised.
And there have been changes in myself as well. I'm not sure I could pinpoint what they are but there's a shift in my current these days. I'm at this flux in my life where the new year approaches quickly and with it a need for a new overall outlook. A lot of things about myself and my life that I do have the power to change that need to be changed. Only thing I know for certain right now is that I am very much in my own place figuring myself out.
Christ does that sound hokey or what? I've always hated buzz phrases like 'find yourself' and the likes. Blehhh. I don't need to find myself, I haven't gone missing. I just need to recapture some aspects of my character I've laid aside for others or just to make life easier. Nothing major but enough small things begin to add up.
Ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the change...
With all of the uncertainty one thing I do know is that this is my life, this is it for this time around. It's up to me to spend it how it should be spent.
What hasn't changed or will never change? My tendency to prattle on too long.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Homey Don’t Do Hoodies
While it's nice to see the Weather Pixie had decided to
abandon her cutoff t-shirts and skimpy attire, there is
no way you'd catch the WebKittyn bundled up like that with
a hood. It's just not fashionably sound.
abandon her cutoff t-shirts and skimpy attire, there is
no way you'd catch the WebKittyn bundled up like that with
a hood. It's just not fashionably sound.
Friday, November 12, 2004
GAHHH!
All I want to do is sleep but nooooooooooooo, the stupid
Peterson jury is announcing their verdict at 4 PM. Ugh.
This whole thing is just too damn strange.
Peterson jury is announcing their verdict at 4 PM. Ugh.
This whole thing is just too damn strange.
Break 2-0, You Got the Purple Puppy Here…
I've known one truly magical being in my life. Genuine for real magical being, not your current day Wiccan New Age freaks or Satanic Sycophants.
The CB radio was the computer of the 70s and early to mid 80s, everyone had them. My dad plopped me down in front of a CB when I was 6. My handle at the time was Purple Chicken and yes, I came up with that all by my 6 year old self. I used to sit there with my dad and talk to truckers on channel 19, it was a blast.
As I got older, the CB stayed with me. It became my nightly activity as I was too young to go out and homework and family time can only go so long. It also became my evil mother's prime tool of punishment and she used that tool until I was 18, I kid you not.
Being the princess I was in the glory days of Reaganomics, I always had the latest and best CB and mic with all the cool modifications. I had a Cobra 2000 with a silver eagle D104 mic and 50 channels above and below zero.. Being the asshole that I was who didn't appreciate things it didn't take long for me to paint the CB with red nail polish and the D104 blue sparkle.
But I digress.
My mother's brilliant idea for punishment was to remove the D104 and leave the CB. Without the mic I couldn't hear a blessed thing! I could see the needle moving on channel 20 (the home channel) but that was all I could do. And it was torture. Kudos to my mother for coming up with a calm and shrewd way of getting her point across that worked like a charm.
Everyone had CBs, channel 20 was like a depot or a park where everyone met and hung out and checked in and made plans. It was a kickass way to meet people as long as you had the brains not to meet them alone.
I met a shitload of people off the CB, including the Gotard. I spent 10 years running with the same crowd of CBers, loving every minute of it and always in contact. There was a lot of us and we were diverse. By this time Purple Chicken had given way to Riff Raff (during the Rocky Horror years) and then to Brandy (love that song).
Somewhere in there Gotard started dating a witch. She wasn't a wannabe, she had been brought into a coven at an early age by her grandmother and she was definitely for real. She was also jealous and a bit eccentric so Gotard wasn't around as much as he used to be. It was during this time I happened to answer a "break 2-0" from someone who would become the single most important person to ever enter my life.
He called himself Purple Puppy and he was in Riverdale, not too far from where my dad had his store. He was a bit older than I, 6 or 7 years.
He was extremely intelligent and sarcastic to boot so we got along well. I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting to know him. Nothing lurid or romantic, there was never that sort of vibe and I wasn't really the CB romance kind of gal. There was also someone else's husband I was sort of involved with but that's for another time, this aint the confessional.
His name was Moises (the is is silent), he went by Mo. As I got to know him, I began to discover he had a freaky ability to tell me what was going to happen before it happened. Not huge shit, no lotto numbers or crap like that but he would tell me to expect a pretty big fight with Gotard on a certain day and it would happen. One small example.
He always knew what I was thinking whether I was on the CB or not. If I was depressed or freaking out about something the phone would ring before I got on the CB to lament. He just knew.
He slowly became something of a guru to me. He was the one who would be able to call something about me I hadn't even figured out yet, he was the one who always had the right path for me to wander down.
He was also a bit of an albino. I actually wouldn't have labeled him as such had he not said it. He did have pale skin and exceptionally white hair but he didn't look like what you expect an albino to look like. It just added to his mystique I think, this strange and clairvoyant man who also has this..
Mo and I swam some strange waters and eventually fell out of touch. I could use Mo now, I could really use Mo now.
There are people out there who are touched, given a talent and a gift. People who are mystics and seers, they are very much real. If you are ever fortunate enough to encounter a person who is able to read you completely from the inside, who can guide you correctly because they've seen something, who prove themselves true and loyal and mystical, for the love of all you hold dear - do not let these people out of your life.
I haven't done this in a looooooong time but I think I'm going to send out a signal and see if it's received. It's been a long time and I'm sure he hasn't forgotten me but I have no idea where he is or what he's up to. I hope he made it to Boston, I hope he is sitting right now behind the counter of his own pet shop. I hope there is still a part of him that receives.
I need a guru now.
Moises Irizarry, break 2-0. You got the WebKittyn here looking for a lost guru.
The CB radio was the computer of the 70s and early to mid 80s, everyone had them. My dad plopped me down in front of a CB when I was 6. My handle at the time was Purple Chicken and yes, I came up with that all by my 6 year old self. I used to sit there with my dad and talk to truckers on channel 19, it was a blast.
As I got older, the CB stayed with me. It became my nightly activity as I was too young to go out and homework and family time can only go so long. It also became my evil mother's prime tool of punishment and she used that tool until I was 18, I kid you not.
Being the princess I was in the glory days of Reaganomics, I always had the latest and best CB and mic with all the cool modifications. I had a Cobra 2000 with a silver eagle D104 mic and 50 channels above and below zero.. Being the asshole that I was who didn't appreciate things it didn't take long for me to paint the CB with red nail polish and the D104 blue sparkle.
But I digress.
My mother's brilliant idea for punishment was to remove the D104 and leave the CB. Without the mic I couldn't hear a blessed thing! I could see the needle moving on channel 20 (the home channel) but that was all I could do. And it was torture. Kudos to my mother for coming up with a calm and shrewd way of getting her point across that worked like a charm.
Everyone had CBs, channel 20 was like a depot or a park where everyone met and hung out and checked in and made plans. It was a kickass way to meet people as long as you had the brains not to meet them alone.
I met a shitload of people off the CB, including the Gotard. I spent 10 years running with the same crowd of CBers, loving every minute of it and always in contact. There was a lot of us and we were diverse. By this time Purple Chicken had given way to Riff Raff (during the Rocky Horror years) and then to Brandy (love that song).
Somewhere in there Gotard started dating a witch. She wasn't a wannabe, she had been brought into a coven at an early age by her grandmother and she was definitely for real. She was also jealous and a bit eccentric so Gotard wasn't around as much as he used to be. It was during this time I happened to answer a "break 2-0" from someone who would become the single most important person to ever enter my life.
He called himself Purple Puppy and he was in Riverdale, not too far from where my dad had his store. He was a bit older than I, 6 or 7 years.
He was extremely intelligent and sarcastic to boot so we got along well. I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting to know him. Nothing lurid or romantic, there was never that sort of vibe and I wasn't really the CB romance kind of gal. There was also someone else's husband I was sort of involved with but that's for another time, this aint the confessional.
His name was Moises (the is is silent), he went by Mo. As I got to know him, I began to discover he had a freaky ability to tell me what was going to happen before it happened. Not huge shit, no lotto numbers or crap like that but he would tell me to expect a pretty big fight with Gotard on a certain day and it would happen. One small example.
He always knew what I was thinking whether I was on the CB or not. If I was depressed or freaking out about something the phone would ring before I got on the CB to lament. He just knew.
He slowly became something of a guru to me. He was the one who would be able to call something about me I hadn't even figured out yet, he was the one who always had the right path for me to wander down.
He was also a bit of an albino. I actually wouldn't have labeled him as such had he not said it. He did have pale skin and exceptionally white hair but he didn't look like what you expect an albino to look like. It just added to his mystique I think, this strange and clairvoyant man who also has this..
Mo and I swam some strange waters and eventually fell out of touch. I could use Mo now, I could really use Mo now.
There are people out there who are touched, given a talent and a gift. People who are mystics and seers, they are very much real. If you are ever fortunate enough to encounter a person who is able to read you completely from the inside, who can guide you correctly because they've seen something, who prove themselves true and loyal and mystical, for the love of all you hold dear - do not let these people out of your life.
I haven't done this in a looooooong time but I think I'm going to send out a signal and see if it's received. It's been a long time and I'm sure he hasn't forgotten me but I have no idea where he is or what he's up to. I hope he made it to Boston, I hope he is sitting right now behind the counter of his own pet shop. I hope there is still a part of him that receives.
I need a guru now.
Moises Irizarry, break 2-0. You got the WebKittyn here looking for a lost guru.
<-- Steal me!
