We got a little snow!

He was walking around eating the ice cream and saying, "See, you guys? I tried to tell you but nobody would listen..."

Of course, there is life out there. I've always said that and been laughed at for it. Maybe, it looks like we've found some of it. It might not be human beings on another planet, but life is life. If some life exists out there, and we've just discovered it, then other life is bound to be out there too.

This is exciting news.

and downright dangerous. Yes, I said it is DANGEROUS to insinuate that there is some choice involved here. Lifestyle is another story, but the choice part of the phrase, that so many repeatedly use, is downright dangerous to gay people. I will explain why later in this post.

First, let's get that whole "lifestyle" meme out of the way.

It is very simple:
To insinuate that gay people have a "lifestyle" that is somehow different than the straight community is to totally ignore the fact that we are not some monolithic group. We are not all the same. Some of us live in rural areas. Some of us live in suburban areas. Some of us live in cities. Some do not even have homes. Did you know that a lot of gay kids end up homeless?

We do not even all agree on what to eat. Some of us are vegans. Some are vegetarians. Some are meat eaters. Some of us were meat eaters but have decided to cut down on the meat and have vegetarian dishes several nights a week for a.) no other reason than we just want to or b.) for other reasons not specified.

Some of us like one type of clothing. Others like another type of clothing. At least one of us does not like clothing at all. <---that would be me

Some of us like one style of music. Others like another style of music. No, we don't all like disco. Some of us would rather listen to punk and balls to the wall metal. <----me

So, we do not all have one uniform, single file, chop chop, get in line "gay lifestyle." We aren't that into marching lockstep with anyone or anything. The Log Cabin Republicans might be into it somewhat, but don't ask me to explain them or what they do or don't do. I cannot.

So, that "gay lifestyle" thing ain't happening. I would wager to state that it never will either. Talk about herding cats!!! It just would not work.

Got that whole "lifestyle" thing out of the way. Good.

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Second, on to the dangerous part...the word, "choice."

Where do I get that the word choice is dangerous?

Here:
"Mainstream medical bodies* state that conversion therapy can be harmful because it may exploit guilt and anxiety, thereby damaging self-esteem and leading to depression and even suicide."

Source:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conversion_th...

The word, "choice," implies that being gay is somehow "changeable." It is not. As a matter of fact, trying to change someone from being gay is dangerous. It may lead to depression and suicide, as stated above.

*Some of those "mainstream medical bodies" include:
American Medical Association
American Psychiatric Association
American Psychological Association
American Association for Marriage and Family Therapy
American Counseling Association
National Association of Social Workers
American Academy of Pediatrics
National Association of School Psychologists
American Academy of Physician Assistants.

The names noted above and the sources to their statements are listed here in one group of links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conversion_th...

Sources cited in this particular finding are:
8, 86, 88, and 89

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I hope just a few people who believe that whole "lifestyle choice" phrase is no big deal will read this and pay attention.

THIS is why we object to that phrase and find it offensive.

All of a sudden, I feel a chill
Victor is grinning, flesh is rotting away
Skeletons dance, I curse this day

And the night when the wolves cry out
Listen close and you can hear me shout.


Viva Ramones.

Can't concentrate on game when Mike Ness plays a guitar solo. Too busy looking at video of his guitar playing to try to rip off a few good licks.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kEIRHakH1s...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuKOc_Mpumc...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLJbxlvwLKM...

Muahahahaha!


Noooooooooooooo future!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKrwvr0dbec...

Joey!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4H9yZBjgSI...

I was supposed to have your son.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jeOWAX7C6M...

I finally got some Atlantic Croakers.

We couldn't ever get anyone to answer the phone at old man Campbell's fish market. So, we called Food Lion and talked to the butcher. I love him. They only had two packs of pitiful underground croakers, but it's enough to make up "a mess" to cook.

I couldn't remember if we had corn meal or not. So, I picked up a small bag of it. I was so proud that I thought ahead like that and picked up the bag of corn meal, just in case.

I got home and unloaded the groceries and put everything up. I was down to the Dr Peppers and the 24 pack of water. I brought the Dr Peppers in in my book bag on wheels; no problem there. I thought I'd just carry the 24 pack of water in. Yeah, right. I got it to the front door and my back said, "You are going to rest now, but not before you yelp like a whipped dog, cry like a baby, curl up into a fetal position, and drop to the porch in agony."

So, I rested and then put my Dr Peppers in the cabinet.

While I was doing that, a spider came crawling toward me as fast as he could. I used a paper towel tube to scoop him up to put him outside. On the way to the door, he shot out a web and made way for the floor then to the door of my room.

I flung the front door open and chased him down. By this time, I had my clothes off. It's such a nice warm day today. ALL the neighbors were in their yards soaking up this nice warmth.

So, there I am, with my ass in the air, bent way down with no shirt on saying, "No, you don't! No, you don't! This way! You can't stay in here!" Meanwhile, my aunt was in the living room watching me and laughing her ass off. I asked her what was so funny. She said the neighbors across the street were in their yards. Of course, they wouldn't have known about the spider. All they probably saw was me doing all that all bent over with only my drawers on. I finally got the spider out the door. I never bothered to put on clothes. I figured at that point, it didn't really matter.

I started to finally cook the fish I have been smelling both raw and cooked for the last 3 days now.

Guess what?

I've only got a little bit of cooking oil, not enough to cook the fish. So, we will probably be having chili today.

I want this day to end soon. It has not been good.

Tomorrow, my aunt wants me to go to Wal Mart and pick up her prescription.

I guess you can say: Today hasn't been my day. Tomorrow already looks bad too.

I did get some red, yellow, and orange peppers today. So, maybe the chili will make everything all right. I hope.

Mine was so so. I got the bills paid, tried a BK Stacker sandwich (not bad, not good, but not bad). We had a coupon for buy one get one free. It was so so.

Before that, I almost talked my aunt into staying up later so I could go get $20 worth of Atlantic croakers, from the cussing guy we buy our fish from, to fry this morning. I woke up wanting fish so bad, I could smell it and could just about taste it. She couldn't stay awake though.

Sunday Girl, my 16 year old supersmart/superhuman cat, had already heard me talking about fish and got up and came over and rubbed her nose on my arm like Tabitha from Bewitched used to do. That's her way of saying, "I love you, Mommy, now go cook what you just mentioned."

My aunt just couldn't stay awake that long. So, we compromised. BK today and I go to the grocery store, Family Dollar store, and to get the fish tomorrow or Wednesday, which means Sunday Girl will be waking me up bright and early as soon as the Sun comes up in the morning. She never forgets those types of things. She knows what we are talking about and holds us to it.

While I was putting my aunt in bed, I did feel my sciatic nerve remind me it was there. It give me grief for a while, but it has eased up now that I have taken something for it.

I'm almost at 93 Agility in my game. It's slow training right now as it gets harder to make a level once you reach the halfway point. I'm looking at another 3 weeks to a month before I hit 99. No rush though. It's just a game.

Also, I dyed my character's hair black in Runescape too today as an "in memory of" for Joey Ramone. I was listening to the Ramones while I was playing the game and noticed that the long blond hair was getting old. I tried short blond hair for a while, but hated that. So, I went back to long hair and dyed it black. It looks cool too. RIP sweet sweet Joey.

Mr. Programmer. I got my hammer. Gonna smash my, smash my, RADIO!

We Want The Airwaves!



There is no doubt in my mind, had the Ramones gotten the airwaves instead of Limpballs, this would be a MUCH MUCH better world today.

Love Live The Ramones' music!

Gabba Gabba Hey!!!!

And there's always my theme song: Psycho Therapy

I'll try to save this post to it and see if it saves it.

I have a case of brain damage that could be anywhere from mild to severe ( I have no way of knowing just how pevvy and dain bramaged I really am). A month may not be long enough for me to know who is who now that everyone except a couple people (me and that other person) has changed their names.

I haven't a clue who anybody is any more. Please for the love of god and all that is holy, I hope some of you didn't change your usernames. I feel so lost.

If you did change your username, will you sign my "cheat sheet" here, so I can add it to my journal and have a reference point?

I can use the Cooking Guild Bank now. I just managed to finally get Varrock Armour 3. I finally did it. I can churn butter and make tuna sweetcorn baked potatoes until my heart is content. What a day!

I just wanted to share a major Runescape goal achievement.

Back to your regularly scheduled programming.