And So It Begins

....and quite frankly babies, it scares the hell out of me.

It was a small piece, buried in the pages of the local "newspaper". There's about to be a vote in Los Angeles. The one thing I do admire about your American political system is that y'all get to vote on everything. Up here we don't. We vote in our city councillors, mayors, etc etc, but once they're in, we get no say at all in any of their decisions. But.....the L.A. vote? To ban fast food outlets in "poor" neighborhoods for one year in an effort to combat obesity. Is obesity a problem? Damn straight. I've been the fat chick, so unless there's an underlying medical problem that causes the frustrating weight gain, there's no excuse for being overweight. Want to lose a few pounds? Put down the fucking donut. Pass on the french fries every once in awhile. Here's a thought--go for a walk. Get moving. DO something. Don't expect your legislators to do it for you. They didn't make you fat sweetheart, the crap you put in your body did.

That said, what scares me is the trend of "banning". Once the ball starts rolling babies, it doesn't stop. It gets larger and larger, gaining more and more momentum with every "bad" thing in it's path devoured. Red Zones around areas in the cities, using gps systems to track "criminals and other unsavory types" smack of too much control, it's a little too Orwellian, n'est pas?

My point is, what's next? Where does it stop? We all know the answer to that, don't we? Despite my annoying PollyAnna attitude, even I must admit that it's begun, it will never stop. The political rightwing, the moral majority have been given far too much power. They're telling us that we're far too stupid to make these decisions for ourselves, so rather than encourage free thought, we'll take what we deem bad for you away. It's your best interests you know.

Bullshit.

Most of you know that fast food is something HRG seldom indulges in. The post meal feeling should be satisfying, not painful. Regardless, blaming McDonald's because a generation has allowed themselves to become unfit and unhealthy isn't dealing with the problem, is it? If this is allowed to happen, this ban, it will be used a template for the next bad thing. Oh, and don't get me started on the use of the term "in poor neighborhoods". Who gets to define that, hmmm? Elitist bastards. Oh, make no mistake, we have our fair share of them here. And like you south of the 49th, we too "elect" them.

You know babies, the PollyAnna in me just whispered that this doesn't have to happen. It's being put to a vote. If you live in L.A., vote against the ban. Be loud about it!!! If it happens where you live, then get off your ass and do something. Be naive enough to believe that your vote means something. It's all we have left.

Use it before they take that away too.

You know, to protect us from ourselves.

HRG

Why Can't They Just Get Along?

Oh babies, why must even technical and might I mention, inanimate things, fight?

Seems my sound card and some other program (reminder: NEVER ask a Virgo to explain something unless you have nothing better to do for an hour or two......) simply cannot work out their differences. What began as an occasional smirk in each other's direction has turned into a major pissing contest. This game of "I can so reboot faster than you can" is growing tiring babies. It's one thing to come home to find DOTT batting her eyelashes, waiting for someone to click the on button, it's quite another to have the game continue while someone is actually USING the computer. They reboot at will now, causing some to think that the signing out is a deliberate thing. HRG is not ignoring anyone. Well, except for the odd, and I do mean odd customer or two. And perhaps one or two dust bunnies multiplying under the bed. But that's a story for another day.

I wonder what you'd call an x-rated bunny magazine.
(thanks for sharing my ADD moment)

I'm feeling better today. Sent TCB off to play yesterday afternoon while I napped. Again. A burst of energy and lack of headache prompted me to get a start on the mountain of laundry and to finally get the promised cherry jam made. I even ate dinner and some awesome chocolate ice cream. Then I fell asleep. The Energy Faerie flew by, tapped me with her wand and said "that's enough for you" and took what energy had been put aside for, um, well.....you know....

But you know babies, today is, after all, anothuh day. It's cloudy and windy, a good day to stay inside. The windows are closed, the faeries will have to find their energy somewhere else.

HRG has dust bunnies to deal with.

That's my story.

I'll tell it anyway I want to.

HRG

Setting The Record Straight

...in spite of what you may or may not have heard babies, HRG's life is not perfect by a long shot.

Apparently she is human after all, therefore being susceptible to all kinds of things. Like the stomach flu. It's been a long week. And that's all we need to say about that. And HB? The offer of chicken soup was kind. A little Jewish medicine can work wonders, and Mrs. Schlotz always did make the best when-you're-sick-chicken-soup.

I'd hoped the weather would be nicer, recuperating at the beach isn't a bad idea. All the vitamins A and D from the sun yaknow. But it is not to be. Today I must drag myself out for errands. One involves getting my picture taken, a permanent id kind of one that everyone will eventually see. I look like a ghost.

I'm ready for my close-up Mr. Demille.

HRG

Reason #10

....to want to be a house cat.

You can eat too much and then throw it up without anyone rushing you off to an eating disorder clinic.

HRG

This Week's Mailbag

Good Morning Babies! The promise of yet another gloriously beautiful day here on Fantasy Island has me up and eager to get on with the day. TCB is still sleeping, but that will be remedied in no time. Once I finish this post, I'll wake him. Alone time to write is such a rarity these days, might as well take advantage of it.

Before we get on to other things, let's see what's in this week's mailbag, shall we?

Hmmm.....well, there's one telling me I've won a bajillion dollars in the British Sweepstakes. Another one from some dead African Prince's family that says HRG is about to receive another bajillion dollars from his will, several touting the virtues of viagra and it's clones, another telling me I can enlarge my penis............ If you recall babies, we established in an earlier post that while HRG does indeed have more balls than most men she knows, she does not, in fact, have a penis.

Ok, here's something:

Dear HRG,

Now that you're married, do you think it's appropriate to refer to your husband as TCB? He's no longer your boyfriend, he's your husband. To me, it's disrespectful. He deserves better than that.

Yours truly,

Alone But Not Bitter

Dear ABNB,

That we're married doesn't change a thing. He is still, and always will be, a cute boy. But, let's put it to you babies. Is ABNB right? Is it disrespectful?

Or does ABNB just need to get laid?

HRG

Random Rantings

Good Morning my babies!

Is everyone rested this morning? Did we all have our cheerios for breakfast? Good. It's said a positive start to the day is always a good thing.

Why then do I read the paper first? It takes away my appetite. Jim Morrison was right darlings, people ARE strange. And mean. And downright stupid. When a bad guy dies doing a bad thing, well, that's just Mother Nature thinning the herd. What is it called then when an innocent dies because a bad guy is doing a bad thing? Is it the universe struggling to maintain the balance? For every bad one, a good one must go too? Naively, I'd hoped we'd eventually get rid of the bad ones--most of them anyway. Makes me wonder if we'll kill each other off before we kill the planet. To be re-born means something must die. Perhaps all life as we know it must end in order for Mother Nature to heal herself and her surroundings.

But, back to the idiots of the world.

There are too many of them.

Now, onto other things.

We watched a really good movie last nite. Have you seen Charlie Wilson's War? See it. I like movies that make you think, and this one does. On one hand it was a bit of a "feel good" film, but if you really pay attention to what's going on underneath and if you have any interest in politics at all, you'll see past the glossy cover. Well written, well directed, well acted....well liked. Phillip Seymour Hoffman is brilliant as always. He plays this jaded, cynical and pretty much disillusioned CIA agent with such aplomb, making the brash, politically incorrect character absolute likable. Nice to see Tom Hanks scale his usual frenetic exuberance back a bit too. Charlie Wilson is no saint, yet Hanks manages to pull off the larger-than-life character without being larger-than-life. The ending is not a Hollywood Happy Ever After either. It's bittersweet and sad. See this film babies. Watch it twice.

Then pick up the paper. You'll see it for yourselves. Nothing changes, there are still idiots in the world.

Too many of them.

HRG

Happy Canada Day

...to all of you my babies, especially those who WISH they were one of us. Of course that would have to include pretty much the rest of the world.

My day is off to a good start. The office window is open and I can hear strains of live music. It sounds like Tom Cochrane. Cool. Playing in the downtown core somewhere. Even if it isn't him, it's still live music, and pretty groovy to hear it first thing in the morning. Actually that's there's live rock going on downtown at this time of the day is pretty astounding. Live rock going on outside at any time during the day here in "The City That Time Forgot" is astounding. Of course some "retiree" will get his panties in a twist about the noise and the "evil rock and roll", so this will probably not happen again. Let's enjoy it while we can.

I've written before that although we as Canadians are pretty damn proud of our country, we've never really found it necessary to boast about it to the whole world. You see, braggarts are something we cannot tolerate. If you must beat someone repeatedly over the head just to hammer your "look how incredibly powerful and almighty I am" point home, then you're probably not Canadian. Unless you're Stephen Harper. But we're here to celebrate for all the good reasons, aren't we? There's no place for negativity today.

Is my country perfect? No. No country is. As long as there are more than two people occupying a space, there will always be strife. As human beings, I believe we're hard-wired for some behaviours. To put it simply--it's in our nature. But you know babies, we're pretty damned good and can hold our heads up high. We're the roadies of the world. Someone else shows up, puts on a really big show, makes a hell of a mess, and when all is said and done, we quietly go in and make it right. Then we pack up, leaving it looking better than it did before, and wait to be called to clean up again. Always another country, always another show.

So for today babies, remember this:

We are the ultimate cool. Shades on, real beer in hand, quietly watching from the sidelines. Unless Don Cherry shows up, in which case, well, all bets are off, and we let our party side show through. The roadies always know how to really tie one on, don't they?

And they know to clean up before they leave.


HRG