Friday, March 16, 2018

Old Lady Dreams

Is it just me, or do you also think about how when you get old, you can do amazing things?  And I'm talking really old, so I'd better lose some weight and get some sleep.

For instance, I can see myself becoming a really cool old lady actress.  Movies must need really cool old ladies for something -- like portraying really old ladies -- and I can't imagine having a career in Hollywood and then wanting to see myself as wicked old on the big screen.  Since I've never been on the big screen . . . no problem. It's all gravy.

Another thing I think I'll be really good at, and it's quite a valuable skill as well, is being able to decipher handwriting.  I just saw this meme and it reminded me of my living as Rosetta Stone desires.

Or saying whateverthefuck I want.  I'm pretty damn close to that now, but still, there are some things that I just wouldn't say.  Someday, though, all bets will be off!

You have been warned.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Because This Cracks Me Up.

I got this little app called My Talking Pet and I can't stop playing with it. 

My daughters have told me in no uncertain terms to stop texting them movies of their beloved pets talking. That such a practice is disrespectful and gross.  

I cordially disagree. 

This here is comedy gold.* 

*Especially if your family often quotes the Beatles-like vultures in the original Jungle Book movie. 

Friday, June 30, 2017


The rippled and rippling reflection pool under the portal bridge to Point State Park in Pittsburgh, which is itself under a bridge.  Or two.



The election was almost seven months ago.

The inauguration was over five months ago.

While I herein have no beef with the system which allowed these events to occur, and acknowledge the sanctity of the process of a peaceable exchange of leadership in our country, I just can't use the word President before his name. It seems surreal. Like a bad joke. Like a betrayal of the office of President of the United States.

While mine wouldn't be the first, last, or worst betrayal of the office, it is mine with which I wrestle.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Depression, Anxiety, and PTSD: A CNN article.

Read this.

Tell me exactly what the psychologist, James Rubin from Kings College, says about the mental effects of climate change.


Not a damn thing.

He has studied and discusses the mental impact of flooding.

The author of the report put (climate change) in parenthesis in a direct quote from Rubin as well interspersed Rubin's words with tidbits about flooding events "expected to rise," "could be heat waves," plus a bunch of other horrors and finally "suicide for those who cannot cope."

Rubin is concerned about the mental health of people who experience natural disasters and doesn't think the problems will necessarily go away on their own.

He recommends that adequate mental health services be provided as standard parts of a response effort and that risk factors be identified to help protect people from developing any of these conditions in the first place, such as helping people who have been cut off from social support services or preventing extensive damage to homes.
At no time does he talk about the impact of climate change on mental health. But that doesn't stop the author from putting this beauty forth at the end of the section with Dr. Rubin:

But the feelings will always be there -- worry, anxiety, fear -- feelings many people not just around the world are experiencing as they think about the future of the Earth. 
Bait and switch. Subliminal messaging. Fake it 'til you make it.

Whatever you want to call it, this "reporting" from CNN causes me great anxiety. Now I'm a slightly depressed.  And CNN has a bad case of PTSD, if PTSD means Prone to Transmit Slanted Data.  

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

ICE: An Unscheduled One

Tiny snaps underfoot titillate.
Stepping gingerly. Sliding slightly.
Leveraging stability for euphoria,
Beckons venturing further afield.

The promised rush of nothingness.
No weight. No worries. No world.

Latent ice in her veins freezes,
And cracks.