So Totally About Nothing

Well, this isn't the first time I've found myself spinning my wheels in life. What's that? You missed something? Oh, I've just been a total waste of space for quite some time. Eh, ask my friends and they'll probably say that's been the case since birth.


In a fit of blahness, I went to Hot Or Not and signed up. No, I'm not giving you the direct link. Two reasons: One, you don't need to know what I look like so piss off, and, two, I've already taken my profile and photos down. Oh, I got good ratings, for what it was worth. But I also got a boatload of horny guys, mostly Middle Eastern, who wanted to chat me up. The creepiest was some bland guy from here in the USA. He wrote and asked me what I thought of his profile comments. I wrote back with some flippant comment. He responded with "Oh, I see, you're funny. Seriously, what did you think of my profile comments?" Insecure or just weird? Didn't care, and that was what drove me away. My mom always said, "Don't talk to crazy people. It just encourages them."

Otherwise, I'm good. Not that you care. Since there is no you. Sadistic bunch of nothing.

Ah, to hell with you. I'm going to work myself up and off, then go to bed. Good night.

More Pointless Immigration Comments

Okay, so this whole immigration thing just isn't going away, huh? You've got people screaming that we are rewarding the illegal immigrants with the plan that is before Congress, that it is little more than total amnesty. Then you have others saying that it doesn't go far enough, that the fees required by the plan are punishment.

Let me clarify my take on this before I add my penny's worth of thought. If people enter a country through any means other than those required to gain citizenship, then they have violated the law. That makes them illegal in the eyes of the country's laws. We aren't going to quibble over who fought at the Alamo and all of that history. History is full of people being pushed around. That is human nature and no amount of political backpedalling will ever change that. I don't see my Celtic ancestors demanding their lands back in Europe. So, you enter a country according to its laws, or accept the fact you have violated that country's laws and deal with the fallout, no matter how much it sucks.

Having said that, I do believe that anything akin to rounding up all of the illegal immigrants and shipping them out of the country smacks of fascist nonsense. Offer the olive branch, set a deadline (a fair and generous one) for all illegals to step up and join the citizenship program, then make anyone who avoided that deadline fair game for deportation. You are attempting to make people respect the laws without being evil. You are giving them options. It is then their choice.

But, I have one big problem with any plan to make illegal immigrants full citizens, and I have yet to see this topic broached in the mainstream media. I hear liberals claiming Bush and his posse want to push this plan through so that they can maintain the cheap labor base that the major corporations exploit to make their profits. Okay. I admit to being a Democrat, but the flaw I see in this whole thing is that once these people become American citizens, they will then have to paid like American citizens and will have the ability to take legal recourse to get that pay. Cheap labor is gone. Prices will soar. And we will have an even larger base of working poor being crushed by an imbalanced economy. This will push more people into the welfare state, which will cripple the government even more.

This isn't the fault of the people who come to this country seeking better pay and safety. This IS the handiwork of a government that has consistently done everything it can to keep the boot on the neck of the working class. So we have really piss-poor options being offered to us: Exploit the illegal immigrants or use shortsighted legislation to further repress the economy.

And to think we voted these people into office. Who are the REAL idiots?

Rattling A Dead Man's Chains

Yeah, like I'm good at keeping my promises. Okay, there were no "promises". I quite making promises many years ago. Why? Long story, for another time. Someone remind me to tell it. Yeah, like that'll happen.

Sarcasm abounds in my posts. But there are a few things that I find I can be completely sober about.

1. What in hell is wrong with both major political parties? Okay, I admit to never having been a fan of the Republican party. Still, I mean, what the fuck, people?!?!?!? You guys are taking the Bill Of Rights and wiping your collective asses with it. Stop it. Now. And you want to know WHY? You do NOT want the American public to become aware and organized. As long as the public is fractionized (Is that a real word?), they are workable, as well as gullible, because they will never sit down together conservative with liberal, pro-life with pro-choice, Ann Coulter fan with Maureen Dowd groupie and put two and two together. Keep blatantly screwing up as well as screwing over the American public, and you WILL see the country become organized. And when they take the time to realize the government is By the People, Of the People, And FOR THE PEOPLE, they will kick down your playhouse. Then, your only resort to maintain power will to declare a terrorist takeover of the government, and then you better hope the armed forces will still trust you. But then, there will always be the whole Walter Reed VA Hospital disgrace....

2. What the hell is wrong with you Democrats? (Had to break this rant apart from the other to avoid the Paragraph From Hell) The Republican Party is basically handing you a landslide in most future elections and you can't find one upstanding person for the Democratic face other than Obama. No offense meant to the man. I like him, but his lack of experience will be the breaking point of his campaign. Every other "old school" Democrat is currently being riddled with ethical holes, or they are finding skeletons in closets that Timmy on "South Park" could easily bury better. And drop the fanatical liberal stance. You will only win over the public with a moderate tone and use the power of office to SLOWLY shift the country to a more liberal position. Stupid, stupid!

Okay, enough. Any more and I'll say things that will get me flagged by the CIA and FBI. Like I really want them sticking their noses into my private life. (Okay, that's sarcasm because we all know they have been sifting through our electronic lives for years now, and it seems like each week we find out how widespread it is, yet we don't demand these politicians who approve this crap to be ousted from office.

We are sheep, truly awaiting the wolves with open arms of ignorance.

Back From The Dead -- AGAIN!!

I know that I've been gone. Stories to tell. None of them grand, and I am not the hero in any of them. But, that is for another time. I just want to let the one wayward soul who might have been reading this know that the Gothic Row is still at large.

I've found that I don't do holidays well. I don't like the forced nice I have to give forth. I smile at those I want to smile at. I feel happy when I feel happy. So do not take offence when I say "Have a great end of the year" to your "Merry Christmas". Don't push for validation of your good cheer or noble intentions. The offering of your good wishes should be enough. What I do with them, if anything, is my business.

The other thing I've found is that I can sleep in a room full of people and appear to be listening. Handy thing to learn. The proper propping of the head is the key. Oh, and you have to have hair long enough that it can be in your face and not look unusual. I have a known habit of chewing on my hair. (I've really quit doing it after an incident with bowel cramps that resulted in me crapping a mass of compacted hair. That's the closest I've ever come to passing out.) The habit makes it not unusual for me to have hair in my face.

Drool, however, is another problem....

Oh, and if you have relatives who seem to think that you are an old maid because you weren't married two days out of high school with a baby every year after that, I can offer an almost foolproof way to make them shut up. I had three relatives (aunt and two cousins) doing the "tsk tsk" over my unmarried state. Finally, just when I was ready to scream, one of them said something like "Hasn't there been anyone you've even been interested in?" I responded, in a very clam tone, "Well, there was this one guy. So pretty and smart. But I kinda lost interest when he asked me to shit on his chest while giving him a blow job. Maybe I should look him up." No one but uncles talked to me the rest of the time, and they just wanted me to laugh at their jokes. I can handle that.

By the way, that story about the guy who wanted me to shit on him...sadly true. And, no, I didn't.

I AM Still Alive

Not that anyone has noticed (and bite me, even though you aren't here to read that), but I've been AWOL. Sorry. Nothing belittles a humble blog like the person writing it NOT showing up. Actually, my apology is to myself. I'm the only one I'm hurting. I oughta kick my ass for hurting me, but I'm both a pacifist and into avoiding pain, so that cancels that out on both ends.

But, not to be a tease, because that is an ugly thing to call a woman these days (We prefer the term "sexually ambivalent to your needs and/or wants"), but I'll make you aware of likely subjects coming soon. 1. "Mr. Walking Penis"--the office ladies man at work, 2. the time I wandered into the Netherworld of nerd caffeine junkies. Hope you can hold out until then, my pretties.

Done With The Holidays

Ah, the day after Thanksgiving. I have discovered a couple of truths ("truths" being utterly subjective based on my world view--your mileage or "truths" may vary).

1. You find, at least here in the Plains of Kansas, that, on Thanksgiving Day, there are a LOT of Hispanic families toodling about. Now, before you point your uber liberal fingers at me and cry "Hatemonger!", let me just say this is an observation and not an attempt to insult any ethnic group. I just noticed, while at the local SuperCenter, a large number of Hispanic families in the store. During regular days, you might see one or two, but I honestly thought there was some sort of Hispanic festival or something I wasn't aware of.

Then it hit me. Thanksgiving has to be one of the few days the mostly Anglo population is at home (the other would be Super Bowl Sunday). No one to intimidate, glare or insult these families. So they came out, most in what had to be their Sunday best. They don't have the same Thanksgiving Day concepts, so, to them, it was the perfect day to take the family out for shopping and fun.

2. People, on the day after Thanksgiving, are the biggest bunch of low-life, shit-sucking weasels to walk the planet. It tends to affirm my view that the nukes should be used post-haste and let's leave the planet to the cockroaches. Pushing, shoving, elbowing, cutting in line, spewing the most valueless filth from their mouths in a public setting where they are assured the biggest audience. Drivers aim for you, can't wait for pedestrians (WHO HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT-OF-WAY!!!) because they just might miss out on more meaningless crap at some store down the street, and seem blind to the fact that every other moron with a driver's license is acting the same way.

This is all nothing new. We've all seen it. But it is sad to have it re-affirmed every damn year I venture out just to see the crowds and attempt to stretch my tolerance for interaction with my fellow humans. The saddest thing I saw today was the woman at a store who stood paralyzed with a look of distress. I was practically shoved into her, and, seeing that look on her face, asked, "Hey, can I do something to help you?" This brought the response "Don't fucking touch me." Yup, that's my thought. That thought goes out to the older guy who groped my breast while squeezing past through the checkout line I was standing in. You're lucky I didn't kill you, but I had been in that line for nearly thirty minutes, PLUS, you aren't worth going to jail over.

Next year, I'm just going to volunteer for an extra-long shift at work.

All The News That's Fit To Be Tied

While this is not a political blog, a person as far out of the political loop as myself still tends to be hit between the eyes with some of the most ridiculous crap that passes as normal behavior for the asses who hold office in this country. And I'm not just shaking a finger at the federal folks. We are talking about twits at almost every level.

I find it frightening that we tend to turn a blind eye to this kind of behavior. Since this nonsense happens every time, it is to be expected that we would see it as a pattern, shrug our collective shoulders and look for something new on the Britney Spears horizon. But here is one pattern that I've noticed that really cooks my ass.

First, there is something amiss with a person in office. When confronted with vague (or even not so vague) evidence of something wrong, the official tends to say something like, "My staff haven't made this available to me," or "I can't honestly respond until I research this a bit more." Obvious stall tactics.

Then the situation has blossomed and can't really be ignored. The official denies the whole thing, even going so far as to point fingers at the opposing political party or more directly at a public enemy of their office.

This is followed by a partial admission. "Well, I did spend three nights with the young man, but nothing happened." This opens the gates a bit wider and even more evidence tumbles in. "I did sleep with him, but the young man instigated everything, even though I protested."

By this time, there are porn videos of the official bitch-slapping the teen around and shouting, "Who's your momma?!?" The next statement follows one of two directions. Usually, there is the offer of "I have a drinking/drug problem. As if they had no control over themselves. Yeah. But, if the whole thing is sexual by nature, the drinking is usually followed with, "I was molested as a child by (Fill In The Blank)." Yeah, that'll shut them up.

Here's just a suggestion: Why can't we just dump these bastards into a pit the minute they offer up the "My staff hasn't made me aware of this" comment? A blind, tone-deaf, lobotomized hermit with crippling Downs Syndrome can see where such a situation is heading, so why should we have to listen to this shit, not to mention finance it as well.

Calling Out To The Falling Tree With No One To Hear It

I've lately been thinking about the nature of interaction on the Internet. As I've stated in a previous posting, the Internet is what you make of it. Some people make it a business venture. Others make it their way to torture all of those they can't hurt in the "real" world. Even more make it a portal to reach out in a bid to connect with someone of like mind.

I stop myself once in a great while and ask, "Why am I out here?" I don't care to make money at this, though that would be fine. And I've been on the receiving end of the jackasses who like to punish people online, and I just can't do that. To be honest, I've yet to find anyone of a like mind out here.

But I continue to put in an appearance. I keep posting even though it seems only one person has deigned to read this sad little blog. I find myself thinking about what to write as I peel off another day of my life at my job. And every time I get on here, no matter what I had in mind to write, I find myself choking on the desire to express something I have no words for. As if, once articulated, reality could shift to what it should be. For me at least.

The only thing I can possibly imagine this feeling to be is hope. The constant hope of finding that one person, that one site, that one bulletin board posting that will let me breathe deep again and feel things, at least somewhere, are right, and that I'm not flailing with no purpose.

A Couple Of Flashes Of Weirdness

Hi. Just here to drop a couple more touches of oddness from the wonderful world at our fingertips. Hope you enjoy.


This is what a bite from a brown recluse spider will do for you. Need I tell you to avoid this nasty little spider?


This speaks for itself.

A Friend In Need

I had a friend who threw me for a loop a couple of years back, when I was in college. He was a good friend. I'll call him Adam, because, well, that was his name. If he should read this, don't think you're gonna get off easy, and it's not like you're going to run for office.

We hung out together quite a bit. We both liked weird movies, and he introduced me to the wonderful world of Richard Laymon, who writes the most sick and vile bloodporn in the world (and I love it.). Two geeks with similar passions. I mean, we could go into a used bookstore and literally stay until I got woozy from screwed up blood sugar. That was when I started packing Powerbars and the like, just so I could go all day. There were times I would get all excited about spending a whole Saturday with him because I knew that the whole day would be an adventure of treasure-hunting, yard sales and pounds of junk food.

So, as would sometimes happen, I'd let him stay in my dorm room because he hated his roommate. I did, too. Total beer-swilling turd who took as many opportunities to flash his dick at me as he could. (It was pretty, but attached to a worthless person.) Anyway, one Sunday morning, I wanted to take a shower, so I left Adam in the room and went down to clean up. (No, we didn't have sex. Thought about it, but never did.) I got halfway through and realized I needed my pumice file (Okay, so I get dead skin built up on my heels. Bite me.), so I dried off a bit, threw on my jammies and headed back to my room.

I opened the door and called out, "Ah-ha!! Caught you!!" I was joking around. But I had caught him. He had a pair of my undies up to his nose and one of my sleepshirts draped over his dick. All he did was flinch. No words. I think he started to cry, to be honest. I was confused. I mean, I knew what he was doing, but this was my buddy, my friend, the guy I dumped on and who dumped on me. The guy I smoked incredible dope with and then freaked out with when we played Grand Theft Auto while stoned. The guy whose arms I'd fallen asleep in when I need to be held or was just cold. And here he was, sniffing my dirty clothes and whacking off into my best slinky sleepshirt.

The only thing I could think to say was, "Please put that stuff down." He did, and pulled up his pants. He wouldn't even look at me, which I can understand. Not sure I wanted him to look at me.

"Have you done this with my stuff before?" He moved his head, but I couldn't tell what he was doing. He opened his mouth a couple of times, but said nothing. And then this whole sense of betrayal just vomited out of my mouth, and I practically screamed at him, "Don't lie to me, god damn it." I wanted to hit him, just kick and punch and claw him.

And it wasn't my stuff or so much that he dug through my dirty clothes that made me so mad. We told each other everything. Icky shit about each other. Stuff that I won't even think about putting in here, despite the blog's title. I thought I knew him. And this was, while not troublesome in and of itself, something alien. I mean, if he'd told me, I would have bought stuff for him, kept it for him, washed it for him. I would have loaned him my stuff (well, he could have kept it after he...well, you know) if it meant something to him. But he hid this from me. That pissed me off. It hurt.

He started crying then. Crying is never pretty. You cry because of pain most often, and pain isn't meant to be pleasant. And I think he knew he'd broken us. It wasn't just getting caught. He knew from the sound of my voice that everything was different. He just nodded.

I grabbed my pumice file and walked out. I scrubbed one heel to the point that it hurt to walk for a day or two. When I came back, Adam was gone.

We didn't talk to each other for nearly a month. There was no avoidance, just no communication. I saw him. He saw me. I actually wanted him to talk to me after a couple of weeks, just to explain himself, but he must have mistaken my stares for dislike or anger, and he would leave wherever I might be if I hung out for a while. At the end of a month, I took all the stuff he'd loaned me back to his dorm room. All he could say was "I'm sorry, Row. I'm so sorry."

It was my turn to cry. I just said, "I know. And it's okay. It's just never going to happen again." And I kissed him. It surprised him so much that he didn't even kiss back. I just wanted to take one last thing to make sure I was making the right choice. I figured I was. So I handed him the box, and said, "Bye."

I had a dream about him the other night. All I remember was him looking happy and telling me he had to go. I have no idea where.

I just had to get this out of my system.

Eye Candy for the Masses -- All Two of You!!

I'll spare you the usual whining about how iffy the world and my life is. Still single. Still unfondled for--crap, is that how long a year is?!? But I found my groove once more for horror films, thanks to "Tombs Of The Blind Dead" (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067500/). Watching the butchered American version back-to-back with the uncut European version was a hoot.

Instead, I'll present a couple of uplifting images I yanked from sites that seem to be deserted. I find them oddly compelling.




This little guy was just minding his own business on a shipwrecked site. The caption read "This is who I hope to be when I grow up." I think I want to agree.







Did I ever mention that I have the ability to chat with squirrels? Seriously. They will skitter down the side of a tree and chatter away at me, then I talk back, then they chatter back. This goes on until both of us feel better, and then we go back to our own little worlds. This is one HAPPY squirrel.





Well, I'll leave it at this for the evening. Enjoy the visuals.

Not Getting Into The Halloween Swing

Okay, I know it's that time of the year. Trust me, I'm not prone to act like this. I tend to think that maybe I've had my fill for the year, but it's just so damned unfair.

I don't feel like watching horror movies for Halloween.

There. I've said it. I feel it. I just can't quite believe it, though. You know? Kinda like when your friend tells you she's decided that THAT was her last trip to the tanning booth for the summer (okay, it's fall but it's been really warm here until the last couple of weeks or so), and she sounds so sincere, but you know she's gonna sneak in just a couple more and claim that she can really hold a tan. She's Irish by nature, so it's all bullshit. And I can't quite believe that I'm not in the mood for horror films.

I love them. Seriously. Another reason geeky guys think I'm cool, but they still don't ask me out. Assholes. Anyway, I've been watching a few, thanks to Wal-Mart (yes, I support the great evil--I'm cheap) and their $4.88 crapfest films. Well, they aren't true crapfest films. The worst of the bunch would be My Bloody Valentine, which is from Canada, and you can really tell. But I've yet to find that one that kindles that sick little flame in my soul. Hell, I even watched Grave Of The Vampire, and all I could think about was how sexy William Smith would be if he could just act, just a teeny bit.

If ANYONE reading this can suggest something to get me in the mood, please, post a comment. Something fast, savage and unnerving. But, please, don't recommend anything that is churning out the sequels faster than I can buzzsaw through a bag of peanuts.