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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

To soothe the Savage beast



Music is a powerful tool. It can make us laugh, cry, cheer and curse. Music can drive us to frenzy and be cathartic or give us relief when we are angry or sad. It gives inspiration and heals our hurts. My tastes in music are, I would say, eclectic at the least. I don’t love or hate any one specific genre. I’ve found songs in all genres that move me in one way or another. What I listen to is dependent on my mood. Often what I listen to suits my mood rather than offsets it. When I was feeling angry and betrayed, this song gave me comfort, made me smile and drove me hoarse singing along.



When I want to feel empowered, this song gets my blood pumping as I identify with the refrain. “All I know for sure is I’m trying. I will always stand my ground.” Words to live by, well for me anyway.


Now sometimes I’m just happy and want something that makes me grin, makes me dance and even makes me laugh. My list of those songs would take up way too much space. Lord help me if anyone ever plants a camera in here and catches me listening to any of those songs. The video evidence would be enough to have me committed I think….or spawn my own YouTube channel. Heh.



This one always reminds me of trips home to visit my family every summer. Somehow we always catch this on the car radio. Hearing this generally results in people in the cars around us pointing and staring while I, my sisters and sixty year old father rock out like geeks.

and never underestimate the ability of Eurovision to give you gems to watch and laugh at!

When I’m feeling melancholy, I tend to find similar songs. This isn’t wallowing, rather it’s accepting how you’re feeling and being okay with it. Makes it easier to deal with when it’s not so overwhelming and the music helps.



Share your favorites with me. What songs move you and why? I leave you with one of my favorite songs with a montage from one of my favorite shows. :P




Monday, April 11, 2011

Chinese-ing

Chinese food is so much more than just tummy filler. My friends and family have always had a tradition of “Chinese-ing”; heading out to a Chinese restaurant with as many people as possible for a meal. Where else do you conspire with your table mates to order so that food can be shared by all? It’s almost bad form to order the same dish as someone else.  

Chinese-ing is about spending time with your friends or family, chatting, laughing, sharing food and trying new things. I remember sitting with six or seven friends in a little Hunan place in Fairport New York on a lovely summer day. Great food, plates being passed round the table, plum wine and the owner quizzing the table next to ours about the animals typically used in Chinese food to which one of my friends meowed like a cat. The owner, without breaking stride, turned about and said “Meow? No.” and had us in stitches. It’s one of my fondest Chinese-ing memories…along with being nabbed by the cops in the park outside the restaurant later that night and watching them sniff all our drinks. They just couldn’t believe we were that cheerful and rowdy AND sober.

Other great memories: Introducing my Dad to War Dip Har over a pot of Chinese tea and watching the awe on his face. It’s a sinfully divine specialty of my favorite Chinese place here in Columbus, Golden Phoenix. How can you not love bacon wrapped, battered and deep fried shrimp in sweet and sour over a bed of onions? Thumb wrestling over the last Crab Rangoon, watching friends fumble with chopsticks and the waiters trying not to snicker, watching my husband’s grandmother argue with my Pad Tai noodles while I swipe bites of her War Su Gai.

It’s quite possible Chinese-ing could be the solution to world peace. Imagine if we could get all the world leaders around a table, sharing eggrolls and betting who can use chopsticks better. One pot of tea shared by the right people and suddenly you have peace in Gaza…okay maybe not but it’s a thought worth having.

Chinese-ing, whether in a restaurant or at home, is meal with a mission. You can’t help but smile and feel good. Having a bad day? Some tea and a few crab Rangoon will make you smile. Well it makes me smile. Time to convince Himself that it’s Chinese night at home tonight. I’ve a craving for some Stir Fry and he makes the best.

Happy Chinese-ing!

Beyond Gaming

I’ve had many hobbies over the years, some I still dabble with from time to time like painting which I do not excel at. That doesn’t stop me from painting; it’s still a great way to relax even if I roll my eyes at the results every time.  Modding TES IV: Oblivion though has turned out to be one of the best hobbies I’ve ever had. It’s a great time killer, which we ask of any decent hobby and it requires constant use of your imagination and creativity, not to mention patience.  I love sharing my work with others almost as much as I love making it to begin with.

Modding is something that can be picked up by anyone really but Modding well requires, I think, a certain level of ego and self-assurance.  As a breed we modders seem to be plagued with both in spades, some more than others. This is not to say that all modders are superior loners. Far from it! We are in fact a close knit community. We routinely help and support each other and when it’s needed, defend each other. If there is a single group we tend to look down upon, it would be the players. As a general rule, the players who use our mods tend not read the things we give them to read to use our mods well and, when they find something has gone wrong, the modder gets the blame.  If the modding community has a motto, it would be RTFM. Read the Fu*&ing Manual, something the average player does little of and whines about the consequences later…but I digress.

I got started in modding with the help of a good friend who convinced me that, contrary to what I thought, I could learn this. I’ve never been gladder to be wrong. Honestly modding is a bit like a virtual extension of my real life fixation on shifting furniture every other month, much to my husband’s dismay. I rearrange the house less often now I have modding to turn to. Indeed my real estate empire in Cyrodiil is ever expanding. My friend has created a monster.  Heh heh heh heh

I love creating mods; Touring Cyrodiil to find likely locations, planning the landscape, the type of house, the décor and even the feature most modders groan at…cluttering. Oh how I love it! Building a house and giving it personality is so rewarding. I always see the house in my head before I even open the construction set. Once I do it almost seems to build itself. I create a character in my head for each house, a former owner, and imagine their personality, their story. Then I decorate the house so that it reflects that person. At least I hope that comes across for the people who use my houses. I see it clearly but who knows what my players see.

Some of my homes I’ve created because friends have given me inspiration. One asked for a home on a ship and that spawned the Eska Cair. Another of my homes was born because of a new resource of Hedge maze pieces and a friend whose name includes the word Hedge. So, I built an exterior home from Hedges. Okay it sounds silly but it works for me.

A few homes I created for community modding contests. No I didn’t win but the fun was in the making. I also have a love for building dungeons; devious, lethal, make you cuss dungeons. Mwahahaha Even there my need to clutter and give some personality shows. A dungeon is an altogether different beast than a house but some of the same principles apply. You wouldn’t want either to be bland or boring. Personality is a must to help a player feel connected and to provide the right atmosphere whether it’s an arrangement of clutter on a desktop or roots, vines and plants in a dungeon. Lighting can be the most important factor. We use lighting to highlight some areas or occlude others, to set a tone or create tension by the simple lack of it. It can make a place feel warm and cozy or cold and uninviting. In a dungeon a light source amidst the dark provides the player with a beacon of safety or can lead them unwittingly to some diabolical trap.

The most important ability, I think, for a modder is to be able to use the things given us in ways the developers never thought of. Mashing dungeon tile sets together creates a whole new environment not seen in the original game. Taking house interiors that received a bland treatment originally and turning them into something that actually looks like someone lives there is an art all itself.

Some modders are exceptional at this, my teacher for one. He taught me, from the beginning, to look at the items I have to work with with an eye for more than just their intended use. I like to think I’ve become fairly adept at MacGuyvering what I want in game from the limited resources the game gives me. Of course, there are countless brilliant mods created just to expand those resources. Everything from wine racks to whole new tile sets for homes, dungeons and cities.

I don’t know everything I need yet to be what I would consider a master modder. I’m a demon builder, I can certainly throw a dungeon together faster than most but there are still many core skills I lack. I can’t script nor write quests yet. Two things that are critical to any truly good mod. Up until now I have relied on friends, other modders, to make up for my lack in these areas but I am determined to learn them. I’m not sure I’ll ever be a master scripter, as most of it makes my eyes cross, but I need to learn enough to get by at least. Then again, I didn’t think I would be able to learn my way around the construction set either. Texturing is another skill I’m attempting to master. I can do it at a basic level but I learn a little more every time I try something different. Modeling may be the one area where I don’t tread. Not that I wouldn’t love the ability to create myself the things I want in game and don’t have but I’m not sure I have the patience to learn to do it! I salute those who do and have. They astound me regularly with their skills.

Modding is a hobby that truly speaks to that creative streak in some of us and gives us the opportunity to bring to life the things in our head and even share them with others. I would love to get a chance to teach my brother and sisters how to do this. I think they would love it! One of my sisters in particular who, like me, has a real flair for artistic expression. I can just imagine the things she would create given the knowledge. If you’re looking for a new hobby, something different and involving, you really should try your hand at modding. Age means nothing if you were just about to say you’re too old for this. I’m thirty-nine, which seems to be about middle aged for modders. I know quite a few over fifty and a couple over sixty! It’s a rewarding hobby, even if you don’t feel comfortable enough to share your work with others. I have the privilege of belonging to an exceptional community of modders and players that specializes in teaching new modders and I invite you to come join us. Anyone can learn to do this and you might just find you love doing it as much as I do.

TES Alliance  - Home of the first Elder Scrolls/Fallout Modding School. Learn. Teach. Share.

B Movie Queen


What is it about B movies that just makes some of us twitch with barely suppressed glee? Monster movies, sci-fi movies and that golden egg of the B movie genre…Disaster flicks. I have grown to love weekends on the Syffie channel. (Note: Sci-Fi channel chooses to give itself a silly spelling, SyFy, I will insist on giving it a silly pronunciation to match.) An entire weekend devoted to every monster, mutant creature and disaster movie they can dig out of the vaults? Nirvana.

Is it the special ‘deffects’? Perhaps. You don’t watch movies of this caliber because you expect you to see Industrial Light and Magic in the credits. You expect men in rubber suits, spaceships on strings and shoddy green screen work. It’s all part of the charm. No one ever complained that Godzilla was a guy in a giant suit. We expected it. That’s why, in part I think, the remake in 1998 with Mathew Broderick so distressed those of us who grew up with the campy lizard. CGI Godzilla just was not the same thing. Oh he was cool, but he was not Godzilla.

Sometimes we watch them to laugh and ridicule. Sometimes to sit in happy awe at the success created on such a small budget. The first reason is a form of entertainment all its own. Rent and watch Twenty million miles to Earth if you don’t believe me. If you can sit through that entire film without mocking, you’re either short a sense of humor or dead.

The larger budget B films can be just as much fun. Tremors for example: Giant underground worms with three prehensile tongues laying waste to a desert town…and Kevin Bacon. Classic! There are many movies that fall under the bigger budget-B movie heading. Twister, Lake Placid, Supernova and Volcano come to mind. 

Now disaster movies are by far my favorite genre of B movie.  Any movie that trashes the planet or at the least destroys a city or three is catnip for me. I can’t get enough. These have the added benefit of often crossing over into the Alien genre. Day of the Triffids is one of my all-time favorite end of the world, survival B films. Even in Black and White it’s a tense, paranoid thrill ride and the art class project Triffids are perfect. A better budget could not have made them more paranoia inducing. The entire population of the planet turns out to watch a meteor shower and wakes up blind the next morning only to be preyed upon by the Carnivorous plants left in its wake. Among others, it follows the story of one poor soldier who’d been unable to see the meteors while in hospital recovering from temporary blindness. He is a sighted man in the world of the blind trying to save as many as he can from the nightmare. One scene in particular stands out. Find the movie. Watch it and if you aren’t hanging on the edge of your seat, biting your nails when they escape in the ice cream truck I’ll eat my favorite hat. It’s one of the eeriest, tense scenes ever filmed.

Now, natural disasters; Oh goodness I need something to wipe the drool with. When humanity meets her end either from a random event or the actions of man you’re guaranteed a worthy cheese-fest, not to mention these often spend the most on special effects. The recent 2012, while light on character development and Oscar worthy writing is a tour de force of beautifully rendered destruction. As an apocalypse B movie, it succeeds brilliantly. As mentioned before, these aren’t the type of movies you watch for the acting or writing. You see them because you want to see tidal waves and earthquakes, volcanoes and planet killing meteors, the Eiffel Tower falling over, the Andes flooding, tornado outbreaks or maybe L.A. being turned into a smoking cinder.

Another feature of the disaster film is the usual casting of a big name actor…or one who used to be. Ghosts of Mars and Anaconda share one of my favorites. Ice Cube. Whatever you think of his music he makes a great B movie hero, or anti-hero. Then of course there’s the Syffie channels love for starring Dean Caine. Campy monster films and eye candy; you just can’t lose. My favorite Syffie-Dean Caine film is I think where he battles a dragon in a helicopter: Dragon fighter. Although Arctic Predator is a keeper as well. Snakes on a plane is another fantastic example. You will laugh so hard your face hurts. I promise and the cast is brilliant.

Monster movies; from Mummies to Megasnakes they’re great for entertainment and usually a host of laughs. Any fan of Mystery Science Theater 3000 knows that this genre is brimming over with class A cheese no matter who’s in the cast. A recent gem that should grace any B movie fans shelf is a Syffie original picture: Megapython vs. Gatoroid; A camp-fest starring Tiffany and Debbie Gibson. From beginning to end this one delivers. I laughed and jeered for two hours and eagerly watched it repeat later if only to see the end again.

I pity people who see a B movie title and change the channel. You just do not know the fun you’re missing or the hidden gems you might turn up. I recently spent a Saturday watching giant snake movie after giant snake movie with my brother in law and neither of us regretted it. That was hours of MST3K fun. Anacondas 3. I recommend this film. Giant snakes with spear pointed tails and shark like teeth with a penchant for biting off heads. The laughs never stop. B movies are true entertainment for the sake of entertainment. They’re not deep or meaningful, thought provoking, dark and depressive or life altering. They’re just fun.


Something about Serenity

A friend asked me the other day; “What is it about Firefly?” For those of you poor souls unfamiliar, Firefly was a science fiction series of a different color. It combined a high tech future with low tech, western themes. Spaceships and old fashioned shoot outs at high noon; it was brilliant. It was cancelled after only a single season due to the network that aired it, and I won’t name it since I’m sure their lawyers are crazy like…a Fox. The network seemed determined to have it fail from the moment it premiered, airing the episodes in the wrong order. This did not however deter the fans from falling instantly in love with the first Sci-Fi in a decade to give us something truly unique but, back to my point.

My friend had watched a couple episodes and liked them but never really paid attention. Then again he doesn’t do a lot of Television period, never has. We were discussing Sci-Fi series other than Star Trek, his personal favorite, and I was waxing all nostalgic about the short lived and dearly loved series. Cowboys in Space; what’s not to love? The discussion of course led me to enumerate the ways in which this show impacted my consciousness and imprinted itself on my psyche.

Firefly is all about the characters. First and foremost, before the eye catching special effects and memorable score, the characters are what drove this show and pulled all of us in from the first few moments. The Captain of the unlikely band, Malcolm Reynolds or Mal, was the centerpiece. Grumpy and pessimistic, irreverent and loyal he was the glue and the one who made us all dream of being a member of his crew. While he often made noise about looking out only for himself and his crew, he often went out of his way to help others and, despite his protests, collected a motley band of society’s rejects around him. Mal, like his first mate Zoe, was scarred by a bitter defeat in a war. Rather than submit to an oppressive government he got himself a ship and chose the outskirts of society and life as a sometimes successful thief and smuggler. His ship Serenity, a Firefly class vessel so named for its distinctive look, became home among the stars and those that gathered round him his family.

Zoe was Mal’s first mate on Serenity and his comrade in the war, fighting and surrendering together. She could be as hard as Mal, sometimes more so, and understood the dark, practical core at the heart of everything Mal did. At the same time she was also his conscience. Zoe provided temperance when the darkness would sometimes get too close to her Captain, reminding him that it’s okay to be human. Also his rock, Zoe would stand with him when all others turned away, even if he was wrong though she was unafraid to tell him so.

Wash. Where to begin? He was Zoe’s husband and charmed pilot of Serenity. As he once remarked, people don’t always get Zoe and him. Where Zoe is patient and level headed, Wash is glib and often childlike. He was frequently dismayed by what he saw as Zoe’s unwillingness to do anything without Mal’s approval. They spent a lot of time arguing that point and Zoe usually won with her marriage to Wash as proof that she doesn’t always do what Mal wants. This isn’t to say they weren’t happily married; Zoe and Wash were perfect for each other and devoted. Wash was our resident comic relief, determined to point out the grim truth of any situation and confront it with a smirk…or juggling goslings, with Wash you just never knew.

The man they call Jayne. Jayne was a thug. A thug we loved for his short temper, greedy ways and uncomfortable love for Vera, his very favorite gun. The crew of Serenity would all agree the only thing scarier than Reavers is Jayne getting control of the ship. As concerned as Jayne was with profit and looking out for himself, he would sometimes display a heart at the strangest moments. More rarely even a smidgen of guilt for something he had done. He was like a man learning about himself with his shipmates as his teachers. Jayne was not an attentive student and we loved him for that too. He’s not good. He’s not evil. He’s mainly out for himself and sometimes that means helping others…or being browbeat into it by Mal.

Kaylee, the heart of Serenity; She not only kept the ship running but was the innocence for her shipmates that they had all long ago left behind. Kaylee was far from naïve, just a firm believer that everyone had a redeeming quality. She was little sister, den mother and engine monkey wrapped in an energetic package with a hopeless crush on Simon, the ships Doctor.

River. Intelligent and naïve. Meek and fierce. Intuitive and oblivious. She is a study in contradictions. She spent years as an Alliance guinea pig while they studied and dissected her brain to create a psychic weapon. They succeeded but drove her a little mad in the process. Her brother Simon rescued her and escaped with her to Serenity where they have both found an uneasy home, still hunted by the Alliance. River was rarely stable and prone to say things no one understood that would later have relevance.

Simon. Wholly devoted to protecting his sister and healing her of whatever the Alliance had done to her mind, so devoted it kept him from admitting his affection for Kaylee for years. Simon was a child prodigy whose talents at medicine serve the crew of Serenity well. Sadly for him, as talented as he is with a scalpel he is lost in social situations.

Inara. A registered companion, she provides Serenity with a certain respectability when they make berth allowing the crew to go places they might otherwise be barred from. Very handy for a band of thieves and smugglers. She is the soul of the crew, very Buddhist in her practices. She’s elegant where the rest of the crew is coarse but she never seems to see it, or look down on them for it. Her feelings for Mal, and his for her, are a constant frustration for them both.

Sheppard Book was both moral compass and enigma wrapped up together. Every Firefly fan has spent hours at least, I’m sure, debating where Sheppard came from, what he had done before turning up on the planet Persephone and crossing paths with Kaylee. He was a man of God with the skills of an assassin or perhaps a spy? Or both. He often did his best to nudge Mal onto the straighter path.

No good show is complete without its complement of recurring bad guys. Firefly had several to choose from. The Alliance, which had won the war against the Browncoats, was a constant irritant for Mal and his crew. Like any good victor, they looked down upon those who had fought on the other side. Mal’s brown coat was his subtle way of saying that though he had surrendered, he hadn’t given up.

Reavers were once described as men gone mad at the edge of space. They were brutal, unthinking and ravenous. All humanity had been stripped from them and they were the ever present boogiemen in the series. The mystery of their origins remained until the movie Serenity. They were a plague on the outer colonies, laying waste to whole settlements and decimating the crews of unlucky ships in space.

Firefly on the surface seemed very straightforward but was filled with complex themes, stories, mysteries and characters. Each episode gave us something new to ponder and often something to laugh at as well, even in the worst moments. All of us who’ve loved this show dream each day of seeing it one day return. We felt a part of the family of Crew aboard Serenity, sharing their fears and hopes and camaraderie. Alas, it will likely never come to be and we are left with a single season, a movie and a few graphic novels to sate our need.

Consigned to the special hell for shows a network didn’t want in the first place and doomed to failure before it began; Cry baby cry.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Friendly debate: A thing of the past?

Why is it that these days conservatives and liberals can’t seem to discuss their views without bile and sometimes hate? What has changed? I remember once being able to sit down and have lively political debates with people on both sides and the discussions rarely were anything but friendly and often humorous. Now however, there is a clear difference in how the two sides approach debate. In my own personal experience, those on the liberal side are generally willing to discuss not only the flaws of conservatives but those of liberals as well. Conservatives on the other hand are no longer willing to do this. They not only are unwilling to discuss the flaws but will not stand for anyone else pointing them out.

I think this is a symptom of only having one side of the story. I watch both sides of the media. I typically pay attention to MSNBC and Fox News. Getting both sides of the story is the only way to get a clear picture, never more so than in the last few years. While both of these agencies routinely point fingers at each other, only one of them also routinely points out their own mistakes and apologizes for them. Hint: It’s not Fox news. For example the case of Shirley Sherrod. Fox news picked up and aired a clip of a speech she had given, a completely out of context clip that resulted in the White House over-reacting without all the facts and sacking her. Once the entire video of her speech came to light the reactions of Fox vs. MSNBC were very different. MSNBC pointed fingers at Fox and apologized for their own mistake in not fully researching the video. Fox pointed fingers at MSNBC, the guy who released the video and the White House and…well that’s all they did really. If they ever apologized on air for the disastrous results of their failure to fact check, I didn’t see it. I did however see every one of the MSNBC pundits apologize for said failure.

I know quite a few people who only watch one or the other. Some of my friends are Republicans and only watch Fox News. They’ve never turned on MSNBC, have never actually watched for themselves yet loudly condemn the entire liberal news network based solely on what they are told on Fox news. A perfect example of these conservative blinders is Sarah Palin. You cannot honestly look me in the face and tell me that woman is not often comic. She is a very prominent political figure and in some ways expert at manipulating the political machine for herself and her party. She is also, let’s be honest, naïve in many ways and frankly self-absorbed with a victim complex. I was never more disgusted with her than when she released her video after the shootings in Tucson and used it to condemn the liberal media for attacking her over it. She failed to rise above the selfish at a time when she could have set an example. Discussing Palin with a Republican in anything but a favorable light is like waving a red flag to a bull. They rise to her defense whether she’s right or wrong.

By the same token I feel the President failed me in his State of the Union. While I found it a stirring speech for the most part and appreciated his repeated requests for us to look to the future, I am disappointed that he made no mention of how to deal with the escalating gun violence in our country at a time when it is clearly at the forefront of everyone’s thoughts. He missed a step there. Reassuring us that the White House has a plan was what he should have done, rather than avoiding the issue to ensure higher poll ratings on the speech. Oh, and Mrs. Palin, you’re interview after the SOTU on Fox is something you should apologize for in my opinion. Taking the very positive and much needed message of Win the Future and turning it into an internet shorthand joke was frankly ridiculous. Yet another missed opportunity to set an example.

When did this happen? When did people stop wanting all the facts? Are there extremists on MSNBC? Of course there are! Keith Olberman and Ed Schultz come immediately to mind. Ed in particular is the Liberal counterpart to Glenn Beck….without the now constant end of the world, Nazi American invasion paranoia. Ed’s partisan rants, while entertaining, should be taken with a grain of salt that just maybe the people or party he’s trashing do have some redeeming qualities.

It seems as though the current lack of communication between our leading parties in Washington has spread like an infection to all of us around the country. While Democrats and Liberals look for ways to get the Republicans to rejoin the team while simultaneously poking at them for being hide-bound, the conservatives and Republicans are determined to ignore them and play with their own toys while poking at the other side for being spineless. This would be fine but for the fact our government simply doesn’t function unless they all play together. It’s kind of the point, don’t you think? When Republicans are using the Filibuster and even just the threat of one as a favored weapon to stall our government, what message does that send to the rest of us? That discussion is not the answer. That we should simply refuse to speak until we get what we want and pretend we are not part of the problem. Hell of a message to send.

My Dad and I, metaphorically speaking, are standing on opposite sides of the country when it comes to politics. I’m not sure when that happened. Somehow over the years we’ve drifted to opposite sides. We’re no longer able to discuss politics and I’m sorry to say it’s partly because he’s one of the people only listening to one side of the discussion. By his own admission, he’s told me he doesn’t watch the liberal media and so I ask, how can he know they’re biased, waging a war of hate speech or skewing facts while believing the conservative media is honest and bi-partisan? Because they tell him so.  I love you Dad. I respect you Dad. I wish we could once more discuss politics like we used to, without taking sides but seeing the argument as a whole, the flaws and benefits on both sides of the aisle. I was once guilty of only watching one side of the discussion. Only the Liberal media, who incidentally likewise accuse the conservative media of waging a war of hate speech. A friend pointed out to me during one argument that I couldn’t possibly make a point worth making if I wasn’t willing to listen to both sides. He was right and I’ve since made a point of watching both.

I do believe the Liberal media is better about fact checking their stories. The President’s trip to India last year and the furor with which Fox news went after him for it is a good example. One person said she had ‘heard’ he would be spending billions and taking three quarters of the Navy with him and Fox ran with it. Citing “Sources tell us”…but didn’t actually bother to contact the White House and find out for themselves if it was true, which it wasn’t.

Do I prefer the liberal over the conservative? Yes. Do I think the Liberal side is always right? Hell no. Do I only watch the liberal media to get my information? No. I often do research of my own on things I’m told by the media. I’m not a blind supporter of any party or person. Once upon a time I liked McCain…but he’s flip flopped one too many times on campaign promises and his own views for me to take him seriously these days or trust him in office. Don’t ask don’t tell was a defining moment for me in regards to McCain. While running for president he vowed more than once that he would not rest until it was repealed. After losing his run for the White House, he then became a large and vocal roadblock to the repeal. Perhaps he forgot he once promised many Americans that he would fight to end the discrimination against them?

I don’t think there is a ‘right’ side when it comes to politics or a ‘right’ person to back. So much about politics is personal preference and opinion to begin with. I do think we should all try to remember that it’s alright to have a difference of opinion, that not everyone must agree with you or be wrong. I’d like to go back to when I could laugh about Palin’s ever growing list of Tweeted Typos and not be attacked for doing so and called ‘un-American’. Yes, I have been. Just for that. I’d like my husbands’ family and me to be able to discuss politics at the holidays again without having to quickly shush and change the subject when his aunt and uncle arrive because they can NOT discuss it anymore without his Uncle having a fit of temper and slamming out of the house.

These are my opinions, how I feel about things. Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong but this is how I feel and there is nothing wrong with that nor expressing it. If you disagree with me, then disagree with me! Discuss it with me! Try to win me over. It has been done you know. Win me over without resorting to the need to attack and dismiss me for believing differently than you. That is not a discussion. Friendly debate. Let’s try to remember those two words once went together well.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A day without power interlude.


Having just spent a day and a half without the luxury of power, I had nothing better to do than write and will now subject you to my cold-addled lonely ruminations through the course of the day.

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Warm days. A blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds as the sun ducks behind one and peaks out from another. The chirping of Chickadees in the hedge fills the summery breeze as it ruffles the leaves on the trees. I sit on my kitchen counter, staring out my window, and WISH this was the day I’m having.

Instead, here I sit on my counter using the window for light to write by. Freezing rain knocked the power out the night before and I’m left using the stove to get a bit of heat in our house that has become a meat locker. The cats seem to have had an emergency meeting and have decided to fill the silence with all the noise they can make. At this point our neighbors, I’m sure, think they live next door to a herd of wildebeest. I’m not sure they’re wrong.

The freezing rain has stopped finally, replaced with driving snow in a blustery wind and I wonder if my fingers and toes will ever thaw again. Worse, I’ve discovered finally a reason NOT to bundle cable, internet and phone services. The damn router box only has a six hour battery. Once it dies, so too does the phone.

My husband had an argument with the ice this morning trying to reach a pay phone to call work. He lost. He’ll be nursing a sprained wrist and bruised ego for a while. The bruised ego on account of last night he laughed when I returned from the store and said how hard it was to walk on the ice. He very surely informed me that HE has no problem walking on the ice. I will, of course, file this incident away for future use as any good wife should.

So far today I’ve gone through most of the score of Pirates of Penzance. The cats appreciate my singing or maybe the cuddles were to distract me? Nawwww. I’ve been reduced more than once to chatting up the cats. They’re lousy conversationalists.

Also, it has been far too long since I last sat down with pen and paper rather than a keyboard. My hand is actually cramping! And to think I once used to do this so much I actually have a permanent dent in my middle finger where the pen rests. The computer age is not good for writing skills.

The waiting is the frustrating part. The power could come back in five minutes or five days and with no phone I can’t harass the power company for an estimate. Not to mention that most of the batteries in the house are rechargeable…and in need of recharging. Of course.

For someone as attached to her computer as I am this is tantamount to torture! Note to self: Contact the U.N. and turn in Mother Nature for violating the Geneva Convention. Of course violating said convention doesn’t seem to carry much weight these days. Yes, I’m rolling my eyes at my own government and a former president in particular who happily and publicly admitted to authorizing the use of torture. So much for plausible deniability, eh? Not that anyone seems to mind.

Whoops. Solitary time equals political rant. I’ll file that one away for when I’m warm again. My sister has asked for an article on Glenn Beck as she’s not familiar with him and doesn’t understand my fervent assertion that he’s bat shit crazy. That’s a technical term by the way for someone one fry short of a happy meal and in desperate need of six rolls of rubber wallpaper. Another future article.

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My brother in law just rolled up for a quick stop to tell me most of the city is without power so who knows when we’ll get ours back. Also a message from himself to go buy a cooler and empty the fridge onto the back patio. Right. A cooler in January, cause stores love to stock those this time of year. Oh and my in-laws still have power. Lucky bastards!

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I’ve returned from the store a bit the worse for wear. My turn to lose an argument with the ice. A limp is fashionable, right? I was right and coolers it seems are like the Dodo right now, extinct, at least until the spring. I did luck out and find a crappy little AM/FM radio. At least now I’ll have the company of human voices, other than my own, and maybe some news while I’m at it!

Watching a gentle, heavy snowfall is hypnotic really not to mention relaxing. Before you think the power deprivation is getting to me, I watch snowfall’s even when the power is on. I love them. Take a walk in a blizzard sometime. All you hear is the sound of falling snow, like a soft shushing and white is your world. It’s incredibly peaceful.

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The prospect of returned power gets slimmer by the hour. A news report has just counted over 200,000 power outages across Ohio with 35,000 alone of those here in Columbus. To add insult to injury, evening is falling and the light fading. Time, I suppose, to light the candles and cuddles some cats for warmth.

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Its night once more and over twenty-four hours since the power went out for good. My husband and I are camped in the kitchen boiling a pot of water to raise the room temperature at least a little. The candles flickering light emphasizes the fact that I’m going to be doing dishes for a day and a half when the power does come back on. Meanwhile, the power has been restored for everyone around us. Only our complex of townhomes remains in the dark. It’s going to be a long night again.

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As I sat on the counter once more trying to tune the radio and my husband was out to the store finding a couple more things to add to dinner, the lights came back on! I cheered and then cheered again all the louder with a laugh as I heard the muffled happy shouts of all my neighbors as well. My husband came in the door just then and was grinning and laughing. He said he could hear what must have been the entire complex let up a cheer when the lights flashed back on. I tossed my coat on and ran down to the corner where the power crew was working to give them a hearty and happy thank you.

Now we’re cuddled up with the electric blankets while the furnace works to make this place warm again and the prospect of getting a night’s sleep without my toes freezing is almost enough to make me cry with joy.