alllllrightttttttttttt....................
it's official. i suck at posting regularly. but then again......that's my perogative
i was just reading, recently, about brad pitt being mocked and jeered at by the paparazzi as he left to try to reach jolie and family when her mother died
and i've been wanting to say for a lonnnnnng time and waiting for the perfect ridiculous paparazzi story to say:
how the hell do we let that....whole...phenomenon...happen? not as a society or a nation, but as a world? why the hell is it ok for the paparazzi to follow people and taunt and harass them like they do? you'd think there'd be a law...i thought we had privacy laws here
and based on the apparant ability to stalk people as much as you'd like if you have a camera in hand and they are in the news....there must be some skewed freedom of speech and press law there that gives them the power to act like that uninhibited...which i think is pathetic
not that i'm famous. and i don't really want to be. rich would be good...famous seems like a right pain in the ass...to be followed all the time
but the thing i've been wanting to say for the longest time when i read about what appear to be decent albeit rich and/or famous people have to go through...
if i was as affluent and wealthy as some of you i would hire my own staff of personal papparazzi and researches to find the people who perpetually stalk others for profit. find them and their families and kids and schools and allll the little skeletons hiding in their closets and publicize the hell out of it. follow them around to every walmart and mcdonalds and flea market they stop at.....follow them around til they are anxious and suspicious and constantly looking over their shoulders.
i wonder if their own privacy was compromised if they wouldn't decide it wasn't really worth it to torture others this way
i would also hire someone to follow kat gigantis around and take pictures of every fashoin faux pas she makes and scrutinize her til she cries. just because she's so mean.
ok i wouldn't really make her cry. but i'd fuck with her brain. alot.
it's just not right to make fun of people just because you can. i wonder if that's what msn put in their job description. 'must be a mean catty bitch with a snakes tounge to apply" why judge people like she does? i get so sick of people being rude. makes me want to be rude. and when i'm rude...watch out
liquitiiiitch
i'm actually surprised noone has done this yet. if i was rich i'd do it for someone being stalked just to see if it works
shame i'm not rich eh?
i think so too
be well wanderers
raven xx
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
joys of motherhood
four eleven year old boys and an 8 year old boy with an attitude went with me to a giant trampoline wonderworld for a birthday party free gym jump your heart out for an hour
not to mention a 10 year going on 15 year old girl and a baby and 4000 other parents and kids....
it was peaceful to say the least
but fun....of course...
my inner pirate was completely jaded that i couldn't participate in the ropes and swings and bottomless pits of foam and giant trampolines
i then felt as if i was privy to totally secret ruffian boy conversation as i played driver and we headed back to the mountains.......while they took turns making jokes about farts and hating little brothers and who had the best tale of pain so far in their relatively small lives
my man tells me that it was total bonding going on there...i shouldn't have even been listening, but hey, i couldn't help it. it was a fun little insight into how my kid reacts and talks with other kids when they are just bein boys instead of seeing them in our little family environment
plus all chicks wonder what the hell boys talk about. it's just funny on another level, at this age, to hear them and wonder if adult men talk about the same stuff
anyway....drive up the hill get to grocery store...get all said boys to carry multitude of groceries and bags inside wherein much mud was tracked onto something that resembles the white carpet that was in here when we moved in
get bombarded by 10 year old girl who wants a friend to also stay the night because the house is 'infested with boys' and no one will play with her. (i broke the rough news to her that tonight was about her brother and that at least it wasn't like they had her tied up somewhere throwing things at her.) ((she didn't care for that analogy)) asked for time to comtemplate the extra friend coming over and was pestered every 8 seconds until i finally said no at which point much squealing and crying ensued and was not sympathized with in the least.
said 10 year old stomps down hall, slams door, wakes baby.....boys in basement shooting laser guns and hollering at the racing video game....10 year old comes out and tries to put on the sugar and is informed that it won't help, as she was already rude and it can't be abided so more crying ensues.....
go to give the 11 yr olds a break from the little brother and playfully carry him up the stairs to get him out of the playroom and he snags a lip on my hip and hollers as loud 'why did you have to hurt me?!!?!?!?!?" as if i meant to....then more crying ensues....
i sit in my chair in front of the computer trying to breath slow...
and right now...as i try to type...said 10 year old is again doing the crying voice thing about how her brother always gets what he wants and whyyyyy can't she even watch a movie with them
now wait a minute...i thought your life was so terrible because of all the boys in the house which is what caused the first bout of crying to get a friend over here?
and now, i will go order pizza and feed 8 million children and hope that there the drama will subside and look to bedtime to roll around
no doubt as soon as i sleep the baby will wake
bein a momma has it's perks but i'm tellin you what..................
oi.
be well wanderers
thanks for reading me vent
raven
not to mention a 10 year going on 15 year old girl and a baby and 4000 other parents and kids....
it was peaceful to say the least
but fun....of course...
my inner pirate was completely jaded that i couldn't participate in the ropes and swings and bottomless pits of foam and giant trampolines
i then felt as if i was privy to totally secret ruffian boy conversation as i played driver and we headed back to the mountains.......while they took turns making jokes about farts and hating little brothers and who had the best tale of pain so far in their relatively small lives
my man tells me that it was total bonding going on there...i shouldn't have even been listening, but hey, i couldn't help it. it was a fun little insight into how my kid reacts and talks with other kids when they are just bein boys instead of seeing them in our little family environment
plus all chicks wonder what the hell boys talk about. it's just funny on another level, at this age, to hear them and wonder if adult men talk about the same stuff
anyway....drive up the hill get to grocery store...get all said boys to carry multitude of groceries and bags inside wherein much mud was tracked onto something that resembles the white carpet that was in here when we moved in
get bombarded by 10 year old girl who wants a friend to also stay the night because the house is 'infested with boys' and no one will play with her. (i broke the rough news to her that tonight was about her brother and that at least it wasn't like they had her tied up somewhere throwing things at her.) ((she didn't care for that analogy)) asked for time to comtemplate the extra friend coming over and was pestered every 8 seconds until i finally said no at which point much squealing and crying ensued and was not sympathized with in the least.
said 10 year old stomps down hall, slams door, wakes baby.....boys in basement shooting laser guns and hollering at the racing video game....10 year old comes out and tries to put on the sugar and is informed that it won't help, as she was already rude and it can't be abided so more crying ensues.....
go to give the 11 yr olds a break from the little brother and playfully carry him up the stairs to get him out of the playroom and he snags a lip on my hip and hollers as loud 'why did you have to hurt me?!!?!?!?!?" as if i meant to....then more crying ensues....
i sit in my chair in front of the computer trying to breath slow...
and right now...as i try to type...said 10 year old is again doing the crying voice thing about how her brother always gets what he wants and whyyyyy can't she even watch a movie with them
now wait a minute...i thought your life was so terrible because of all the boys in the house which is what caused the first bout of crying to get a friend over here?
and now, i will go order pizza and feed 8 million children and hope that there the drama will subside and look to bedtime to roll around
no doubt as soon as i sleep the baby will wake
bein a momma has it's perks but i'm tellin you what..................
oi.
be well wanderers
thanks for reading me vent
raven
Sunday, January 21, 2007
free the wild girl
FREE Ro Cham H'pnheing
what the hell is wrong with people anyway? this chick, for whatever reason, was lost (or found) to the forest. jungle forest, actually, cambodia, to be exact. read this article?
18 years ago she vanished. she's somehow, by animal or sasquatch or extreme tribal or self sufficient means, managed to get by all on her own for this long
but some people decided she needed captured. that people living that wild and animalistic, (stealing food was the catalyst) (granted, that's a good reason....but still....) needed to be contained and controlled and regulated and brought to some sort of reason
she's tried to escape
her eyes they say are sad
what a surprise.
she's captive. lost from the wild that has governed her for the majority of her life. around those who callously could give a shit about what makes her happy or comfortable
(how long have cultures done this to each other? do we never learn from our own stupid behaviour?)
and expect her to conform and learn and communicate and let all the wild go
how dare they...really? and how stupid is it to try to keep her captive? what is the point of that, exactly. let her go. what is it hurting anyone? she obviously wants that and is old enough to be allowed to do as she chooses. if she doesn't want to conform.....doesn't feel rescued...you're killing her spirit.
let her go
why do so many people feel the need to 'save' people who were doing just find before their lives were interrupted?
odd
poor woman...i feel such compassion for her. if i could, i'd open the door to her cage one night and smile as she reentered her place of being
whatchoothink
be well wanderers
raven
what the hell is wrong with people anyway? this chick, for whatever reason, was lost (or found) to the forest. jungle forest, actually, cambodia, to be exact. read this article?
18 years ago she vanished. she's somehow, by animal or sasquatch or extreme tribal or self sufficient means, managed to get by all on her own for this long
but some people decided she needed captured. that people living that wild and animalistic, (stealing food was the catalyst) (granted, that's a good reason....but still....) needed to be contained and controlled and regulated and brought to some sort of reason
she's tried to escape
her eyes they say are sad
what a surprise.
she's captive. lost from the wild that has governed her for the majority of her life. around those who callously could give a shit about what makes her happy or comfortable
(how long have cultures done this to each other? do we never learn from our own stupid behaviour?)
and expect her to conform and learn and communicate and let all the wild go
how dare they...really? and how stupid is it to try to keep her captive? what is the point of that, exactly. let her go. what is it hurting anyone? she obviously wants that and is old enough to be allowed to do as she chooses. if she doesn't want to conform.....doesn't feel rescued...you're killing her spirit.
let her go
why do so many people feel the need to 'save' people who were doing just find before their lives were interrupted?
odd
poor woman...i feel such compassion for her. if i could, i'd open the door to her cage one night and smile as she reentered her place of being
whatchoothink
be well wanderers
raven
Thursday, January 11, 2007
one of the many things i don't understand
how can we say that we live in a democracy when, from what i've seen.....the majority, by an overwhelming amount, think that sending more troops to iraq is a BAD IDEA
and yet....he's sending them anyway
because...we, the people, aren't REALLY in charge..........
are we.
tsk
raven
and yet....he's sending them anyway
because...we, the people, aren't REALLY in charge..........
are we.
tsk
raven
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
girl power and the pace of america
elaborating on the whole lovey dovey wonder if he knows vibe ....from the last post
i don't mean to sound as though i couldn't survive, if i had to....by myself...cuz' i'm not one of those that lays down or waits for someone else to make things happen or save me
and there are so many pieces to the puzzle that is me...it'll never be whole again anyway...but it would be another piece missing
one that i love more than i know how to explain to the recipient..more than i will admit in an out-loud voice
curious...why do i feel a need to clarify that? because we all get defensive in love and relations and i don't .....strike that...i CAN'T leave myself too vunerable again..so the knee jerk reaction is i'd be fine and i'm ok....
because if i'm not ok, and he leaves at some point that means he could crush me and i won't give up that power
which in so many ways is sad love is played like that because we've all been so burned before that every time we let people in a little less...but que sera sera...am what i am...
it will be interesting, tho, to look around in 10 years and see who's still standing around me
a friend of mine wrote me recently about me being too busy all the time, which is parshally why i can't write here more...
but i've been thinking....it's the pace of america is it not?
our super sized super fast super sale super store get more get it now happier hyperer greasier lifestyle that is all pressure all the time get yours free today!!!!
seriously. if you've ever been to europe...well, some places in europe anyway...for an extended period of time you'll notice that time passes differently.....and people seem on a different clock...
never rushing....never stressed...just going along with the flow of the day in a lazy fine with the world sort of pace
they've got something figured out we don't i'll tell you....it's because, (i think) they've been around longer than we have to figure out the societal thing and minding their own business instead of commenting on everyone's lives and behaviour which is another downfall of ours
i'm so tired....tired to a place where even when you get time to sit it's sort of in a zombied can't think anymore between chores or working state rather than sleepy gonna read a book by the window and take a lazy nap
i think too many people are too rushed...too overworked...too worried and self analytical
i think we've created our own little hurricane for ourselves and that's why everybody...well...most...seem so exasperated and ready to complain that you meet
i've changed my mind......now, along with our federally mandated massages....i'm saying it's a massage followed by a nap.
every day. without fail
wouldn't that be nice? yes, i'm a dreamer. what's your point?
ok i'm going now...back to my artworking
just checking in
be well wanderers
raven
i don't mean to sound as though i couldn't survive, if i had to....by myself...cuz' i'm not one of those that lays down or waits for someone else to make things happen or save me
and there are so many pieces to the puzzle that is me...it'll never be whole again anyway...but it would be another piece missing
one that i love more than i know how to explain to the recipient..more than i will admit in an out-loud voice
curious...why do i feel a need to clarify that? because we all get defensive in love and relations and i don't .....strike that...i CAN'T leave myself too vunerable again..so the knee jerk reaction is i'd be fine and i'm ok....
because if i'm not ok, and he leaves at some point that means he could crush me and i won't give up that power
which in so many ways is sad love is played like that because we've all been so burned before that every time we let people in a little less...but que sera sera...am what i am...
it will be interesting, tho, to look around in 10 years and see who's still standing around me
a friend of mine wrote me recently about me being too busy all the time, which is parshally why i can't write here more...
but i've been thinking....it's the pace of america is it not?
our super sized super fast super sale super store get more get it now happier hyperer greasier lifestyle that is all pressure all the time get yours free today!!!!
seriously. if you've ever been to europe...well, some places in europe anyway...for an extended period of time you'll notice that time passes differently.....and people seem on a different clock...
never rushing....never stressed...just going along with the flow of the day in a lazy fine with the world sort of pace
they've got something figured out we don't i'll tell you....it's because, (i think) they've been around longer than we have to figure out the societal thing and minding their own business instead of commenting on everyone's lives and behaviour which is another downfall of ours
i'm so tired....tired to a place where even when you get time to sit it's sort of in a zombied can't think anymore between chores or working state rather than sleepy gonna read a book by the window and take a lazy nap
i think too many people are too rushed...too overworked...too worried and self analytical
i think we've created our own little hurricane for ourselves and that's why everybody...well...most...seem so exasperated and ready to complain that you meet
i've changed my mind......now, along with our federally mandated massages....i'm saying it's a massage followed by a nap.
every day. without fail
wouldn't that be nice? yes, i'm a dreamer. what's your point?
ok i'm going now...back to my artworking
just checking in
be well wanderers
raven
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