Thursday, Dec. 23, 2004 - 2:59 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Rudolph Blathers about Italian Painting and Pedophilia
OK, well I feel bushed... I think I talked out with my mom my whole entry. (this is the second one tonight, first one with pictures is here). It was going to be a rant about the idiot guy who thinks that there is poverty cuz of people propping up the impoverished via charity, and if the impoverished weren't coddled and helped out and had to live with the results of their laziness they'd realize it wasn't fun, would get off their asses and get a job and become productive nonimpoverished citizens. Fascinating theory. Any takers??
But instead of spouting on that (I might take it up tomorrow), here is some silly quiz thing I got via Radiogurl
Now if you ask me that is just silly. A red blinking nose. No class. I might blow bubbles in my eggnog however. No Christmas cookies this year. Dang. But I HAVE bought the aftereights and the clementine oranges. Eggnog and other fixings to come. A tree tomorrow. It has stopped with the freezing rain and now there is fluffy snow again. And poor puppy's foot started up bleeding again all over hell's small acre. I won't be surprised if the neighbors call the SPCA or something... all that blood on the front step. Dang.
Since she is home she has been having the wildest dreams in her sleep. Rarely her legs twitch while she sleeps but several times tonight she is just running away... All her legs going to beat the band... hitting the wall and making a ruckus so I went to see what it was, her nose kind of wrinkling up and moving around, then her mouth munching. Wild dreams I tell ya. Maybe she is chasing the veterinary surgeon who punctured her ear and chopped her toenails.
Anyhews, here is some work of an Italian painter I just discovered via Harper's Magazine. His name is Alessandro Papetti. I love his pool and water paintings (scroll down to the piscina thumbnails yumm!). Extraordinary. Absolutely extraordinary.
In other news, 32 different men, mostly married men with good jobs and kids, have committed suicide as a result of being found out being involved in child porn in the UK. Yah, once again we see it is the ratty single gay man who is the child predator. Nope, good family men. And hmm, I wonder if it is worse to have a pedophile father or a dead pedophile father who committed suicide. Bummer for the wives and kids. What are these men thinking?? Pay for pictures of other kids being sexually abused just to get your jollies, and then leave your own children fatherless. Nice. For god's sake, if you have a thing for kids, keep it in your head and use your own hands on your own body. Leave the kids out of it, and don't do anything illegal, immoral or regrettable and you'll be much less likely to want to kill yourself out of shame. Sheesh.
The Italian Police (you can see this entry is going ALL OVER!... blame it on having time to read the paper today) are using a Lamborghini to chase down bad drivers on its highways. This is one hightech badass car. Take a look at that link. It goes like 310 kph. Hmm. Let's see. Here in Montreal and elsewhere they are having inquiries about highspeed chases with police, and how they seem to end in not a traffic ticket, but in accidents and death, often involving innocent bystanders and cause multi-car pileups when the chased car goes out of control. And the Italian police can now chase you at 310 kph. Does that make ANY sense?? It is one nifty car though. Perhaps the idea is that the bad drivers will actually SLOW down or pull over just to gawk at the police car. Now that's an idea!
Next non-related topic: Hey, here are the 2004 average prices for a 4 1/2 apartment across the country (Canada, and a four and a half is a two bedroom apartment, with kitchen, livingroom and bathroom):
Next nonrelated topic: The L Word is going to be starting a THIRD season! yay! Did I tell you how addicted I got to that when I exchanged driving someone to Ikea for the dvd this past fall? OMG instant addict yum yum! Very fun and goofy. Check it out if you can get it.
And finally, so as not to end on an upbeat note, here is a letter from a mother of a US soldier to Time Magazine, who unfathomably put Dubya on the cover as it's Man of the Year. Sheyster. Read it, it's pretty short yeah.
Well, that's it. Cheers! And really, DO look at them Italian water paintings. Stunning. Absolutely stunning.
Here is my horoscope for Wednesday, December 22:Again, I have no idea. None.
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