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Wednesday, June 30, 2004

It's such a wonderful thing that sovereignty was returned to the Iraqis - and two days early at that! God, Allah & Bush are good. The now-free Iraqi people, who assuredly are singing our praises, can live a better life and soon, plainly, our brave troops will be able to start coming home. There are definitely a few loose ends to tie up, but now that we've supposedly taken our hands out of Iraq's oil lands, our boys and girls can start the long-awaited trip home. Right?

Apparently not, according to the headline this morning:
Army Recalling Thousands Who Left Service. And why is it that "5,600 former soldiers" are being readied to send over to the country-we're-purportedly-done-with? Could it be because terrorist activity has actually increased due to our invasion? This article from seems to say something along those lines:

(Emphasis mine)

...The IISS reported that al-Qaeda's recruitment and fundraising efforts had been given a major boost by the U.S. invasion of Iraq. It estimated that bin Laden's network today commands some 18,000 men, of which about 1,000 are currently inside Iraq. After almost three years of President Bush's war on terror, the IISS offered the following assessment of the movement's prospects: "Although half of al-Qaeda's 30 senior leaders and perhaps 2,000 rank-and-file members have been killed or captured, a rump leadership is still intact and more than 18,000 potential terrorists are still at large, with recruitment accelerating on account of Iraq...

...So why is al-Qaeda continuing to grow and prosper despite the loss of its Afghan sanctuaries and so many of its personnel, and the fact that it has been relentlessly hounded by security services across Europe, the Middle East and Southeast Asia? The consensus among security analysts is that the key to eliminating al-Qaeda as a threat is to transform the permissive political environment in which it operates in the Muslim world. Instead, the opposite has occurred — Muslim anger at the U.S. has reached an all-time high and continues to grow, driven by outrage at U.S. actions in Iraq and Afghanistan...

I mean, I can't understand why they'd hate us so. We only went in and destroyed their lives, homes, families, etc. to give them "freedom", along with an unstable and now more dangerous place to live. Because, you know, America likes to stick their nose where it doesn't belong and fight for the underdog. Who cares that we should've been going after those that caused thousands of deaths on 9/11? Those people in Iraq needed freedom - and someone had to stop those ghostly weapons of mass destruction from being completed and used! Why, we had to do something. We could concentrate on bin Laden at another time. For now, there was oil WMD & oppressed people to worry about.

If you look at the invasion of Iraq as some benign freedom-from-tyranny ploy, then I think you're missing the big picture. Now that we're "giving" them their soveriegnty, that's what everyone seems to be thinking. Even if that were the case, I have to ask "why?" Why were we worried about the Iraqi peoples' plight when we had those responsible for 9/11 to track down? Because let's face it, we all know by now that there was (even if there is now because of the war) no Iraq/al-Qaeda connection. If America was just trying to help the oppressed peoples, then I believe it overstepped its boundaries. It's like a child in a playground defending other children from a bully. That's noble, and even commendable. But if the same child showed up at school with an AK-47 and blew the bully away, that would be a different story; that would be very bad, and very wrong.

They went over there for their own selfish reasons, and now they can't pull out. The state of things since the war has made that impossible. So we're stuck there - and stuck sending 5,000+ more of our brave men and women to possible death.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 4:25 AM

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Not that I really care if someone disagrees with me or that what I write might offend someone - obviously I rarely worry about that - but this is a sensitive subject. That said, I'd like to point out that when we talk about what we think and how we feel we should be able to discuss those differences without getting upset that someone else might think differently. What that means is, no fighting, kids. If you want to yell at me, go right ahead - it's my blog and I'll yell right back - but no one is going to bash anyone for their opinions in the comments. Capice? So play nice.

I went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 on Sunday. I believe it's something that everyone should see - whether pro-Bush or anti-Bush. It raised some interesting questions and thoughts, and did point out some fairly irrefutable facts; things that anyone could learn about it with a bit of research (i.e. the Bush & bin Laden families being so tight, the US flying the bin Ladens out of the country a few days after 9/11, etc.)

That said, some of it, also, must be taken with a grain of salt - Moore has at his disposal the power of editing and, naturally, some of it is going to be his own opinion.

My personal feelings after viewing the movie were anger, outrage, shame and fear. And I wanted to know more. I wanted to talk to those that saw the movie and are for Bush - I wanted to hear their opinions and refutes of the claims. I'd like to hear from Bush himself and his administration - what have they to say about the claims being brought? I'd like to hear the other side of the story.

I want someone, somewhere, to tell me why we invaded Iraq. I want someone to prove to me, with actual facts, that we went over there and terrorized these people for reasons other than to line the Big Money's pockets. I want someone to tell me why, in 2000, our govm't said that Saddamn Hussein was not a threat and could not ever be a threat as we were monitoring him and had ways of stopping him from getting anything that would enable him to begin building "weapons of mass destruction".

I want someone out there to tell me how they believe the passing of the Patriot Act, and going against our own Constitution, was a good thing.

These were just my thoughts after viewing the movie. I watched innocent Iraqi civilians crying and screaming to god for help and mercy because we had destroyed their lives and homes and killed their families - I thought about why we were in Iraq - and I was ashamed to be an American. I saw the wounded young American soldiers and the mourning family of one who died - for what? - and I was ashamed to be an American. I can't get my mind around the fact that there was no reason for us to go over there. If there was, I can't seem to see it.

For me, I loved the movie. I respect anyone that uses their voice to speak out against what they believe to be wrong. Whether or not I did agree with Michael Moore isn't the issue - I respect him and his right to say what he wanted. Yes, I agreed with a lot of it and I thought it was brilliant. But even if I hadn't, I'd still give the man his props. Not many have the balls to get out there and say what's on their mind or to speak out when they feel injustice taking place. But for me, I was one of the ones applauding at the end.

I just wanted to share my thoughts after actually viewing it. I don't expect anyone to agree with me - these are my thoughts and mine alone and naturally they're not going to coincide with everyone else's. That said, I hope *my opinions* don't offend anyone; they shouldn't.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 9:15 AM

Friday, June 25, 2004

Let me go over this again, just so I can get it right, it's the gay people getting married that's going to ruin the "sanctity" of marriage. Correct?

Let me tell you one damn thing, if anything is ruining the sanctity of marriage, it's our dear, childish celebrities getting married every other year and on a whim - not two gay people who are madly in love with one another!

Britney Spears is getting married; again. Let us all not forget Britney's first "marriage" - a Vegas wedding affair that lasted all of 54 hours. Now she's getting hitched to her backup singer. Exactly how long has she been with this man? Apparently not too long considering his baby's momma is currently pregnant for him a second time! You know, because Britney so obviously understands and upholds the sanctimoniousness of marriage.

Yeah, about as much as that dumb matrimony-whore Jennifer Lopez. Or J-Lo. Or Ester. Or P. Diddy. Or whatever name she has chosen this year.

I mean here are these people getting hitched for the most assinine reasons (real love lasts longer than a few hours or a few months, people) but you have a bunch of conservative fuckwads crying that letting a homosexual couple who's been together for 20+ years is ruining the "sanctity of marriage". COME ON!

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 3:06 PM

I learn so many important and enlightening things from my junk email box. I'm talking about the kind of peace of mind that can only come from knowing, for example, that I can consolidate my debt with a Christian perspective.

I was musing over the strange celebrity name-thing I wrote about last entry, and realized that if Madonna's son grew up and married David & Courtney's daughter, the headlines would read:
Rocco Ritchie marries Coco Cox-Arquette.
Perhaps I'm the only one that finds that sing-songy heading humorous.

Well, folks, I went to my very first therapy session yesterday. I liked the social worker, she was a very nice Pisces lady. Yes, I asked her what her sign was - maybe it's not important to some people but being a slightly-higher-than-novice astrologer, it's important to me. Of course, she scribbled something in her notebook as soon as I asked her that; yes, let 'em know you're a looney right from the start, that's what I say.

I know it'll take awhile to warm up to her, but I like her. I'm going again next week and she wants me to see a psychiatrist to talk about getting on some meds. Yeah, you know, the thing I said I didn't want to do. I still don't want to do it and am in quite some turmoil over it now.

I explained to her my personal reasons for not wanting to be on pills; that I felt it was a cop-out on my part, that this is who I was, as mental/emotional as I may be, and getting on pills to "be normal" (whatever that is) was skirting the issue of learning who I am and how to live with myself. That if I just let the pills "make me" some certain way, then I wasn't getting to the root of who I truly was and why I was that way. Maybe I think too much.

She said that if I was a diabetic and had to be put on insulin, I wouldn't think there was anything wrong with that. Well, no, but that's different. Isn't it? She said that my mind might be sick with "chemical imbalances" that the meds would help - that they might help me be who I might be without those "chemical imbalances".

But I'm not a person without chemical imbalances so why would I want to live like one?

I'm really confused, okay?

I've told myself that this is only temporary. Honestly, I'm usually quite capable of dealing with my roller-coaster emotions and panicky, over-wrought mind. It's just that with this struggle with my leg, I'm not as equipped to handle my mental/emotional self as I once was. So perhaps this is temporary help. I won't be on the pills forever - I don't need to be, I know I can deal with my "mental imbalances" perfectly fine when I am functioning perfectly fine again. Really. I believe in the power of the mind, and I believe in me. Right now I'm just in a rut.

So maybe I will take the pills to help me out of this rut. Once I'm a healthy, mobile person again I can get off of them and learn to deal with my mind and emotions as I should.

But damn it's hard to go against my own thoughts on the subject; I think I can do it without pills. No one seems to think so! They act like it's impossible, it just can't be done. But is it right to think that everyone in the world's problems can be solved with a bunch of synthetic, man-made pills? If everyone is getting on pills to deal with LIFE, then how is anyone learning to cope naturally? How can we learn about our true selves and how to deal with our selves and our nuances if we're hiding those behind all this medication?

Help me out here. Your thoughts? I'm really stuck.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 8:05 AM

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Esther??? Of all the names in the world, Madonna wants to be called Esther. Not that I'm saying it's a bad name or anything - but from Madonna to Esther?

What is it with stars and strange names? Like Courtney Cox & David Arquette naming their new little one "Coco". Coco? Coco(a) Pepples? Coco Puffs? This kid is so going to get teased. Growing up I had a neighbor with a little black poodle named Coco. She would stand out on the porch in the evening and screech his name at the top of her lungs, "Cocoooooo" whilst simaltaneously shooting off a cap gun in the air. Quit understandably, he was quite a nervous, fidgety little dog.

I come to things late. Really. I'm an after-the-fad type of gal. I started listening to Def Leppard hardcore and wearing a denim jacket with their names air-brushed on the back in the early to mid 90's - long after Lep-love was on the "out" list. I'll get into a TV show that's been cancelled for years and is just appearing as re-runs. Like the badger thing; when I emailed the link to Rose, she was shocked. "You're just now finding that?" she asked me. Well, yeah. So even though it's likely really old news to everyone else on the 'net, I was floored to come across the not-really-Maury-Povich-blog.

I mean, OMFG - how ignorant is the vast majority of our population? This poor guy makes some short, random post on his blog about Maury Povich and includes a picture of the host doing a show. Two years later morons were STILL posting comments to this blog entry as if the author himself were Maury Povich. Even though he's finally disabled comments (some he noted had posted the same request 50 times), he says there are still idiots emailing him thinking he's Maury. I almost couldn't believe it if I didn't know how a computer can turn even passingly-intelligent humans into drooling masses of human goo. These people obviously didn't look over the site, and didn't read the post - they just saw a bunch of comments and thought, this is MAURY! If you haven't seen it already, take a moment and go read some of these comments. Some are sad, young girls asking Maury to make them pretty or young boys looking for lost fathers, troubled mothers looking for money to help a disabled child. Some are downright insane - one dumb bitch was asking Maury to just give her some money and lift her up out of her poverty-stricken trailer-park life (because her puppy deserves a backyard, damnit). I mean, come on. I mean, why do I even need to try and poke fun at the vast stupidity of my fellow man; they do a right good job of it themselves.

And I'm almost ashamed to admit that I have had way too much fun with the Shizzolater. Seriously - type in a URL and have a giggle. I about fell out of my chair when I put my Everquest blog in there and read how Cenalorn and Nysa "capped" a snow cougar n' shit.

That's enough senseless rambling for today.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 11:05 AM

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

I had to share with you the latest (and greatest) new search queries:

Someone found this cozy little blog by typing in "tickfaw pussy". I don't know what a tickfaw pussy is, and I really don't want to.

And for the person that happened by looking for "dracula baby-eating bitches" - get some help. Perhaps you won't need as much help, though, as the sick fuck searching for "dog fucking children". Can someone please tell me how they end up HERE?! You see, if I ruled the world, people such as that would be shot in the stomach, dumped in a ditch and left for dead; no questions asked. Sick fucks.

As for the person who wanted to know "why cajuns cannot get along with rednecks?", I'm afraid I'm not really at liberty to say. You see, some of my family are rednecks and the other half, well, they're coonasses (that would be Cajuns for you non-Southerners) - according to my father, this makes us "redasses"; so you see, for obvious reasons, I must remain impartial.

Those of you eager to see "shanna's farmer show" are just going to have to wait a little longer. Some issues with the director...

I really still can't figure out what the person who typed "asses fuck and D.H. Lawrence" was looking for. Any ideas?

Last but not least, I still can't fathom why someone wanting pics of hot housewives is going to be looking for them in Baton Rouge. "baton rouge housewives pics" - is there some big demand for this that I don't know about?

Abso-fucking-lutely amazing.

I've said before & I'll say it again:
There are some strange people in this world; and they all have Internet access.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 4:38 AM

Saturday, June 19, 2004

Did you know that women love men that take this blue pill? At least that's the scoop according to my junk email inbox. I've also learned that I will have a blast tonight; especially if I order my Viagra and Propecia here. Though I think I'm much more interested in the easy 2 minute application that will get me $500 USD by tomorrow. With all that extra money I could become the man ladies lust for, enlarge my penis to rip open my girlfriend or improve my love life. All of that sexual activity will no doubt leaving me craving some nicotine, so thank goodness that Fresh Cartons has the lowest cigarette prices on EARTH. When it's all said and done, I think I'm going to go and chill with those MILFs that love to party because, according to another email, older women know how to get it done.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 3:32 PM

New day, new look. What 'cha think?

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 1:09 PM

Friday, June 18, 2004

I know I've told you all before about "Blank's Law" (blank referring to my last name which, for obvious reasons, I can't post). Blank's Law, according to my father is "Murhpy was an optimist." That would seem funny - unless you're a Blank.

No one believes in Blank's Law until they start dating or hanging around a Blank a lot. And after awhile even they have to admit, "You know, you Blanks have got some really strange, fucked up bad luck." C'est vrai.

So nothing that happened yesterday should have surprised me. But perhaps I, like Murphy, am an optimist.

My ex used to always "timing is everything". He was right. Applying that logic to Blank's Law, it then makes perfect sense that:
1. About mid-afternoon I would get into an argument with Baret about bills and his griping about money - pointing out that I pay all of the bills and we have had no problems, no cut-offs in the 9 months since we've been together at this new place
and then
2. The electricity would get cut off in our apartment later that day.

I mean can we say "perfect timing"?! Jesus flippin' Christ.

There's nothing quite like lying around a dark, quiet house butt-naked and still miserable and sweating your ass off. It was so dead and hot and humid outside that opening the windows made it worse.

So to make a long story short we sweltered in misery until 11:00 pm last nite. To my credit, the mistake is most likely theirs and not mine; I'm going through past paperwork now to try and figure that out (difficult b/c I get all of my bills online and have no paper bills for history).

My super-cool computer case that we ordered for my new computer came in yesterday - and that seemed like a good thing. Until we opened the box and it was dented. We have to send it back.

This morning we got up and got into a huge fight - lack of sleep and goddess-know-what-else compounded - and that's how my weekend is starting off. There will be no time to make-up or even stay pissy because his sister, her husband and their two young boys are coming to visit and spend the nite tonite. Yea. So we have to pretend everything is happy and okay. I hate that.

Well, I figure it can only get better from here - but we've already ascertained that I'm optimist, so perhaps not. In any event, I hope your weekends go better than mine has so far!

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 6:27 AM

Thursday, June 17, 2004

I had a dream last nite. My Mom and Baret took me to a doctor's appointment for my leg. But when we got back there, I suddenly started feeling very drowsy. I looked down and realized they had somehow, without my knowing it, put an IV in my arm and were giving me drugs. They then did all kinds of things to my leg - I was half in and half out of consciousness but felt no pain.

Afterwards, I got up and was going somewhere when I realized I was walking. Tentatively, shakily, but walking. Baby steps - and I knew it was the first time in a long time that I'd done so and that I would get stronger and would walk normally eventually. The feeling of taking steps without a crutch jacked up under my arm was like...freedom. It felt like flying it was such a free and liberating feeling! I knew a joy in that dream like I've never known before. I knew I was going to succeed - I knew I'd walk normally again, I was already taking the first slow steps.

The dream has filled me with renewed determination. I'm ready to fight. Bring it on.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 7:57 AM

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Only those of you here in the South are truly going to understand this rant.

Cover the children's ears, Pa - Ma's about to do a bit of cussin'.

I hate - no, let's reiterate that to be more precise - I absolutely loathe with vehement abhorrence and absolute, utter disgust the fast food restaurant known as Popeye's Chicken.

It isn't because their chicken isn't any good - far from it. The chicken is usually tasty and the biscuits are to-die-for. The food isn't the problem. It's the friggin' pitiful excuse for service. Service isn't even the right word to use - let's just call it 'apathetic non-service'.

I can't even imagine what kind of skills you need to possess to be hired at a Popeye's. A 3rd grade education level, the ability to make sour faces at the customers that say "I-just-spit-in-your-food-honkey", an absolutely perfect track record of fucking up every order you've ever taken?

I'm not just idly bitching here because the fucking retards at the Popeye's I just drove through about 30 mins ago gave us "spicy" chicken when we specifically asked for "mild". No, in fact, that happens EVERY TIME at EVERY MOTHERFUCKING POPEYE'S I go to. Whether it be near home or across town, Baton Rouge or Lafayette - just say the opposite of what you really want and you should be fine. The reason this rant has come to pass is that this is the last shitty-service-straw - the proverbial I-can't-believe-this-place that has broken this crippled camel's back.

You see, I've never - NEVER EVER EVER EVER - have had good service at a Popeye's. And not only have I never had good service, the service has always been absolutely fucking intolerable and unacceptable. I go back why, you ask? Simply because sometimes, when I'm desperate for my fast-food-greasy-chicken-fix about once every 2 months, the only thing close by is ever a Popeye's. But never again.

There was the time we went through the drive-thru at about 6pm. A pretty peak time, nearing supper, so imagine our surprise when they said, "You'll have to wait - we don't have any chicken made." Um, what? All you make is chicken - how can you not have any chicken made? But okay, we wait. We wait so damn long that the people waiting in front of us in their car eventually just sped off - and they'd already paid for their food. I mean, how long does it take to fry chicken? I'm not shitting you when I say we sat there for 20+ minutes. Sad thing is, it's happened more than once at numerous Popeye's; "oh we don't have any chicken made". What the fuck are you making back there? Corndogs??

I have never seen them put out food in a timely manner (the restaurant near my office usually has a line going out into the street during lunch), I have never gotten so much as a smile from anyone working there, and I have never had an entire order be correct. I sincerely believe they screen all possible employees to make sure they are completely lazy, rude fucking morons before hiring them.

I am forever boycotting Popeye's as of tonight. I'm writing their headquarters and letting them know that everyone one of their gotdamn restaurants sucks big fucking donkey dick (not in those words, of course). Mr. Copeland needs to get his shit together. This'll be better than the long, bitchin' rant I sent to the Burger King headquarters years ago. Of course it won't change anything - but I'll feel better.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 6:36 PM

Monday, June 14, 2004

I'm sorry I've made everyone wait to hear the news - it's something I've been trying to digest myself for the past few days.

The doc made a lot of sense - more sense than my first doc had ever made. He explained that all of the manipulations in the world (the two "surgeries" I had after the initial one to free up movement) would never have worked - that, in fact (and as I have known deep down all along), muscle and scar tissue have melded together. The thing I liked about this new doc was that he didn't try to sugarcoat or fill me with false hope. He was very straight-forward:

"This may work and it may not. I'm not going to tell you I can fix you 100% or that I can have you fixed in a few weeks. It's going to be very painful and a lot of work."

I told him I understood that. Full range of motion is a dream to reach for now, a more viable goal is just getting the damn thing straight enough so that I can walk again. But if I can do that - shit, why not go and reach for the stars?!

The surgery is scheduled for July 8th - 9 am. It's going to be a basic arthroscopy at first. He says there is a "pocket" right above the knee and he believes mine is full and all fissured together. If, after sucking some of that out with the 'scope, he still cannot get my leg to fully straigten, they are going to cut me open and scrape this "pocket" out (actually "recreating it" he says). I will wake up from surgery in a CPM machine. For those not in the know, this is a contraption that bends and straigtens your leg and is exceedingly painful. I'm trying not to imagine what that wake-up is going to be like - having just been cut on and scraped out, waking up to a leg that's been frozen for *two years* being bent and straigtened in a machine I'm not allowed to control. Ow. I'm scared, okay. Really scared. I'll be in overnight, possibly two depending on the amount of pain I'm in.

I've been on a roller-coaster of emotions ever since; as you can imagine. I'm a fucking wuss - let's be honest here - and the thought of the pain I'm going to be in very soon has my stomach in knots. Part of me is excited - ready to meet this new challenge and, this time, succeed! I'm ready to walk again, damnit. Two years on crutches is not my idea of a fun time, and really, it's a crappy way to live life. I'm tired of living in my bubble of "I wish I could do that". No matter where I'm at or what I'm doing, it never stops, a mantra in the back of my head "I can't do that". Can you imagine what it's like to be jealous of someone getting up and walking to the bathroom? I felt displaced from society, even distanced from my loved ones - looking at them, interacting with them, yes, but still seeing everything from a window; I felt imprisoned in myself and very, very alone.

The doc has said there is a possibility this won't work; and he didn't seem to think there was much else to try if it didn't. That doesn't mean it won't or that there isn't, I know, but it's a frightening thought that I'd suffer through all of this for naught. But I don't believe that - I believe if I go at this right, if I stick to it (I'll have to be in the CPM machine 6 hours a day for at least 4 weeks) and work through the pain, then I *will* be fixed; maybe even moreso than I'm hoping for.

Since Thursday (when I found out) I've been alternating between a quiet determination, a buzzing anticipation, absolute terror and trembling will. I feel like I'd imagine a first-time expectant mother would, ready to end this present nuisance, terrified of the pain that has to be gone through, and excited at what is to come after it's all over. Well, it's been a very long pregnancy, following that analogy, and I'm more than ready to send my crutches to a dark corner of the closet and walk on my own two feet again. Ready, you hear me? I am scared, but I am ready.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 6:19 AM

Thursday, June 10, 2004

So it's like this. Today is the appointment with my (hopefully) new orthopedic doc. Will he give me bad news? Will he set me up for yet another surgery? Could this be the first steps to walking again? Will he be another dim-witted quack?

I wish I were going in there ready to fight - full of nothing but anticpatory excitement at the possibility of being mobile again and charged with the stamina it's going to take to overcome this. I DO want to walk again - of course I do - and I am ready to fight, in a way. But I'm also scared. Scared shitless if I may so.

Baret has agreed to go with me, since I woke up this morning almost in the throes of a panic attack.

Please don't let there be permanent and unfixable damage caused by walking as I have for almost a year (on one crutch, putting some weight on the "stuck" leg, though b/c it won't straighten I can only walk no my toes). Please let me be "fixable" and please give me the strength to see it through.

Have me in your thoughts around 10am-ish CST - I really appreciate it. I'll let you know what happens.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 4:36 AM

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Hallejuah - there must be a god for he hath answered my prayers! It's true - it's true - the day I've longed for has to come to pass!!

Creed is no more.

Scott Stapp and his god-complex will hopefully fade into oblivion as well - praise be to the gods - Creed has broken up!

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 3:03 PM

Sunday, June 06, 2004

Before I start this, I've had a few too many beers - if it's incomprehensible, forgive me now. Thanks.

For the record, Baret and I are not loud people. In fact, we are very, very considerate people. That's why I'm very troubled by the current neighbor+noise problem.

It's not that they are loud - it's that, apparently, we are! We're both really upset about this because we try to be good and neighborly neighbors.

A few months ago (I might've mentioned this), I believe it was in March sometime, we got a knock on the door around 9pm one week night. It was our new neighbor asking us to turn the music down. We were rather surprised, because it was very low to begin with - he even commented that he couldn't hear it from where he was (at the door downstairs). But it was a drum 'n bass album, so that was certainly understandable. We apologized and turned it down.

Ever since then, at 9pm on the dot, whatever music we had playing in the house was turned down. Week nights are work nights and we could certainly appreciate the noise factor. We figured weekends we could go a little louder a little later. Thing is, since that happened, I don't think we've been home one weekend since.

So it was quite the shock when tonight (or today if you want to get technical about it), at around 1-something am there was this horrible banging noise on the wall that connected our town homes. Baret turned and looked at me with the same confused expression. We turned down the music - which was a bit loud, in retrospect.

Thing is, I don't appreciate the wall banging. I understand it's a late hour (1-am-ish) and they're likely in bed and didn't feel like getting up and walking over - but still. I could see wall-banging if we did this all the time. But we don't - we're not here enough to do it all the time. Unless there are other times they haven't come to us about.

Not long after their coming over to ask us to "turn it down" (which we didn't mind) - we gave them a bunch of left-over petunias that we hadn't had room to plant. They were working in the garden and we offered the lady of the house to go on in our patio and take "what she needed" since we'd bought too many. They left us a really sweet thank-you note in response and we felt all was well. A few days ago we saw they'd left some huge speaker boxes out by the trash. A day later they caught Baret outside and asked if their new speakers had been "too loud" and bothering us. They hadn't.

So it seems all was okay - so why the wall-banging? I can understand not wanting to get out of bed and being aggravated at being woken up. I can. But to do it to people that are trying to be considerate, and don't do it on a regular basis?

I honestly plan to go over there sometime this week, knock on the door and ask them if we can all get together for a little "let's work together" session. I'd like to try playing music at my play at varying degrees, and go over to their place and see what can be heard. Then vice versa. Then we can all discuss what we're willing to put up with at what times (weekends, of course, should be a bit more lenient on music playing). I think I'm being considerate; I'm trying to be. But the wall-banging - damnit - that bothered the shit out of me.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 6:17 AM

Friday, June 04, 2004

I pray to the gods of Tylenol and Ibuprofen for relief. I implore thee - end my suffering! Cast out the hammering drums which resideth in mine head. I give to thee the contents of my stomach in offering and praise so that ye might raze the devils that I have imbibed in the guise of wine on yester eve. All praise and glory to thee, takers away of the hangover headache.

That pretty much sums up how I feel this morning - like a bunch of rowdy Englishmen used my head for a late nite game of football [soccer]. Oh yes, there's nothing quite like the morning after.

I spent the evening pouring wine down my throat whilst copying data/files off of my old hard drive (which we were able to get into by making it a slave - it's our bitch now). We'll be building a new computer this weekend, and I'm rather excited about that. Kat pointed out that, being an i.t. person, I should have already had all of my important files backed up. Touche. But it's actually one of those things that I'm always going to get to later, you see. This stems from a combination of two serious disorders that I've suffered with since birth: Radical Deference and Profuse Torpidity (also known as "procrastination" and "laziness"). Sadly, doctors have been unable to find a cure.

My headache is gone (thank you Ibuprofen), but now my stomach is sick and I can't stop throwing up (thank you Ibuprofen). In light of recent events, I have no further pithiness to offer. I hope that everyone has a great weekend (stay away from the white wine!!).

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 7:25 AM

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

My life is over.

My computer is dead.

I don't quite know what to do with myself, and if I didn't have Baret's to jump on from time to time, I might truly be going crazy.

Used to being run constantly, Jupiter obviously wasn't prepared to be shut down for the three days I was in Biloxi. When I returned home and turned him on, he was making an awful whirring noise. Baret narrowed it down to a bad heatsink fan, but also broke either the processor or motherboard in the process. Ugh. We've been talking about building me a new computer, and trashing my piece-of-crap-from-the-start 3 year old Compaq anyway, so he stuck my hard drive in a computer he keeps around for testing purposes - but no luck. Compaq is one of those wackjobs that has all kinds of proprietary problems. Fuckit.

Likely we'll have to get a new hard drive, make my old one the slave and try to swap everything over. I could care less about the computer itself - just a bunch of parts - but I must save the data on my hard drive. We're talking family, friends and pets photos from the past three years - holidays, parties, vacations and the last pics we have of those that have passed away since. We're talking three years of thoughts, essays, writings and stories. Three years of graphics and web design data for all of the many websites I've done (personal and otherwise). Yes, I'd be one pissed off and weepy bitch if all of that were lost.

The first thing I'm going to do when I get it all back is back it all up!

Yesterday, Baret and I were surfing around in a forum for tech support we like to haunt. Someone had posted in the "fave websites" part an interesting URL that I wanted to share as well. I suggest you go and check out the badgers. It's a video, so don't jump out of your chair when the music starts (like I did). Just keep watching 'til you see the snakes...

Have a good Tuesday.

- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 6:52 AM

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