Friday, June 28, 2013

I Guess it was Inevitable

"'Fifty Shades of Grey' hitting theaters in August 2014"

Here's the link to the full story. Fair warning: Read on an empty stomach.

I don't want to live on this planet any more.

The only thing that could possibly make this worse is if they might be considering Robert Pattinson as the male lead.

Oh shit.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Thanks for Nothing.

An open letter to a very inconsiderate person or person(s):

This evening, around 6:10 p.m., as I was leaving my health club after a workout, I stepped wrong on a crack in the parking lot pavement and twisted my ankle. The pain from this, combined with the exhaustion from my workout, caused me to go sprawling onto my hands and knees, and nearly caused me to do a faceplant into the pavement. I scraped my knee badly, along with both hands, and also had the pain of a severely twisted, possibly mildly sprained, ankle to deal with.

This all happened in full view of  someone(s) in a black SUV as it was driving past. Neither the driver of said vehicle and/or any passengers stopped and offered me any help, nor did they even slow down to ask if I required any assistance or needed any first aid. So, as I lay sprawled on the pavement, cursing a blue streak and nursing a sore ankle and bleeding knee, I watched as this vehicle and its occupant(s) drove off without even slowing down.

Now I'm a firm believer in karma. Simply put, I think what goes around, comes around. I've seen far too many examples of this actually happening not to believe it's real.

So, if you happen to be the driver and/or the passenger(s) in a black SUV at around 6:10 p.m. today, June 19th, 2013, and you were driving in the parking lot of Southland shopping center in South Toledo, and you watched a man dressed in red shorts and t-shirt take a heavy fall onto the pavement, and simply drove past without even slowing down, I have a message for you: You suck. Karma is going to get you. Seriously. At the very least, you could have at least stopped and asked if that man was all right. I most likely would have told you I was OK, that my pride was hurt more than anything else, but thanks for asking.

But you didn't even slow down. You probably even laughed a little at my misfortune. In short, you are indicative of everything that's wrong with this country. You are only interested in yourself.


The person whose misfortune you ignored.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Sometimes I Really Get Angry

Every so often I encounter something that makes me so angry I want to burn this whole damn internet to the ground.

Apparently, the advertisers for General Mills, which makes Cheerios, a cereal I've enjoyed since I was old enough to eat solid food, created this cute little commercial below. I don't think it ever actually aired on TV, just on Youtube:

Isn't that the cutest?

At any rate, after it was posted, the posters had to disable the comments for the video. It doesn't take much imagination to figure out why. After all, not only did this ad feature an interracial couple, it showed them happy, prosperous, and living comfortably with a young daughter. 


Finding out about this makes me so mad I just. Want. To. Vomit. And then maybe punch a baby seal right in the nose.

Fortunately, others out there have found much more creative ways of venting their anger and outrage:


Friday, June 07, 2013

It's Been Six Months

6 months ago, an extremely terrible thing happened. I doubt if you have to think very hard about what it was.

At the time, I was completely in shock about it. I posted this entry about it. That was the extent of my reaction at the time.

Over the next few weeks and months, I pondered this. I found out that one of the girls killed was almost exactly the age of my oldest nephew. I got a little scared. I started to wonder about what might happen if some madman or madwoman got it in his or her head that it might just be a great idea to do the same thing in the school my nephews attend. It's really not that difficult to imagine in this day and age.

I also watched as the crazies of the NRA and other right wingnuts worked extremely hard to kill any attempt by the more sensible members of congress (a few still remain, but not many) to make it harder for people like the Newtown shooter to obtain the weapons he used. And I wept.

I weep for the 20 young children who will never grow old.

I weep for the 20 doctors, lawyers, mechanics, librarians, business owners, secretaries, CEOs, film directors, firemen, policemen, waiters or waitresses, bartenders, taxi drivers, or any of the other hundreds of possible careers these kids could have chosen to go into and become contributing members of society in their own ways.

I weep for the children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and other future generations that these 20 will now never add to our world.

I weep for the parents, grandparents, and any other relatives of these 20 children. I can not and probably will not ever know what they will have to face from now until the day they die. But it can't be any fun.

But mostly I weep for this country. How can we allow this to happen and not want to do whatever is necessary to stop it?

If you figure out the answer to that question, please let me know.