i agree wholeheartedly, and i thank everyone who did vote, because it does matter. even if your party of choice did not get elected with a majority, you can still have your voiceheard. write a letter. make a phone call. your local mla is your friend, and he/she wants to know what you think. people who don't understand the issues and choose not to vote - it only starts with your first article. google 'canadian government issues' follow any links you see...knowledge is power. voting makes you feel strong - try it...you might like it. http://www.google.ca/search?q=canadian+political+party+views&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a
if you are a canadian citizen, you are just as worthy of having your voice heard as the politwits in parliament, white collar joe, blue collar steve, or suzy homemaker up the street.
a well played out era is over. ER's dynamic was often sought after, but never matched.
examined, emulated, expanded, yet never exalted. it is difficult, if not impossible to match the happenings inside the minds of michael crichton and john wells, among the rest of the stellar crew - executive or otherwise.
last night delivered the end, and i've been there since the beginning. every season except part of 1999, i think. my job aside the pre-game ballet stage serving the finest of gentlemen every thursday, friday and saturday kept me away only when i would forget to record it. damned strippers! i'm pretty sure i have some copies on good ol' vhs, so i'll be okay until christmas when i get my seasons 1-15 ER dvd's! *kidding!* i'd want seriously cooler presents in the real world. santa knows me...he knows what i like.
i did miss this year's season opener that has dr. pratt dying, but that's ok...i was at a gig of tharen's, and youtube is my friend.
this record setting, ground breaking t.v. series was the shit! out of 122 emmy nominations, they snagged 22 trophies over its 15 season run that ran 10 of those seasons consecutively in the top ten. please inform me if anyone has done better than that, but i don't think so.
michael crichton, the show's creator, is also one helluva book author & he based ER's pilot episode on his own experiences as a fledgling medical professional. i'm sure that's what made it more believable, as the man has a gift for drawing you into his stories. take a click on the link i provided above to find out more about a man who lived a beautiful life and now rests in peace during the same year his greatest creative baby must lie down. mr. crichton's loves lost him to cancer. (click here to see how i feel about that subject.)
john wells is well...pardon the pun, mostly 'cause it wasn't funny. he was the show's co-creator, head writer and executive producer, and well deserved of all accolades. wells also produced and wrote for china beach, a show that ran on ABC for four seasons.
my dad got me hooked on that show back in nineteen eighty fucking nine. *throwin' horns over here!* he had been recording it, and one day i was looking for something to watch so i threw in one of those tapes. i spent the rest of the weekend watching all the shows, and caught it every time i could from there after. it pops up in syndication from time to time, so catch it if you can. it must be on some fancy shmansy yankee satellite channel, so surf away!
out of the parade of thespianage through chicago's county emergency room doors, i'm pretty sure maura tierney's character was my fave. who wouldn't want sally field as a mom? well, the real one...not the wacknut recurring character she played on the show as abby's mother. tierney wasn't an original cast member, but it was a nice surprise when she showed up at county general fresh off the L. the last time i had seen her was on newsradio, one of my favorite all time sitcoms.
abby and i were even pregnant together...how 'bout that? i had my second rugrat at the same time! *girly sqeal* *kidding!* one of the seemingly unimportant details that quite impressed me is how they kept true time. the right length of time passed accordingly, and up to the very last scene involving abby and luka's life, they had kept the child at exactly the same stage as little jared! trivial, i know, but that matters to some people. i can understand somewhat, because honestly i felt a little camaraderie with my buddy abby. if they had opened season 13 with her tyke joe magically being 7 instead of 1, i'm positive that would've been the beginning of the end for me. i hate that. what other shows have done that?? some, i know, but i can't think of the names...
sometimes i wonder what happened to the fictional patients and their families. like one that i'll always remember is from a storyline with the extraordinary dr. green played by anthony edwards . whatever happened to the family of the labouring mother he was working on who died as he saved the baby? i was pregnant with my first mini stink butt jack and it caused me to question whether or not i should be watching this or any other medical programs! ooo, did i cry?
one my favorite snippets off the reel is from when that prick, dr. romano got smashed by the helicopter just a few short weeks after getting...well, check this out:
what? it could happen.
what the hell am i gonna do on thursday nights now? sleep? pfft. blog!
i say i do a 'song of the week' post.
quepensez-vous ? convenez ?
oop. must vacate the premises!
tharen, the boys and i all have an appointment with the chomper dr. in a while. i hope i don't get run over by an ambulance on my way across the street to grab a coffee! (all you die hards will get that...)
a while back, i wrote a post about waylon's girl wondering if i had been thatnäive when i was a little girl [read: in my early 20's]. well, i've realized that i probably wasn't. mostly i came to the realization on my own, because i know myself, i know how my brain has functioned, and i recall the depths into which my mind had been stolen on several occasions. the difference between myself and ms. knowitallandthensome, is that i actually educate myself when i ponder.
when i wanted to learn about say, the music industry, i paid attention. i went to the library. i asked questions. i didn't spew half stewed 'truths' to the world because i was aware that i could probably be better informed. i still am that way. i think the person who thinks they know every absolute truth on one or many subjects is the dumbest one in the room. i am all for voicing my opinion, and do so regularly, but i will let myself learn - i actively seek knowledge daily. tharen even notices the antsy disposition that i have about myself when i haven't anything to read in the house...i'm pretty sure i mentioned not too long ago about how i re-read my favorite book?...and i'd do it again when i have to, and i will have to. wow, do i ever digress alot. OOP! the a.o.a.d.d. is flaring up again!
i usually don't even get into stating opinions if i'm not certain. if i AM certain, though? i'll debate happily. properly. i also happen to be a yeller, so when the rules of engagement get crossed, i tend to resemble my emulate, the battering ram. (be nice!)
while i realize i should be more like:
the intelligent player, slowly calculating...
when i get into it, i'm usually more like:
nudging you with my knowledge, to put it nicely. you've seen what they do when they fight, right? i'm awed by that power, and tend to feel that way when i whip my posts. wow. that sounded kinky. cool.
being wrong isn't a character flaw. the flaw exposes itself when the character starts being an asshole upon realizing the wrong.
i'm comfortable with being wrong...i just never am! (kidding!) (sort of!) but still. i don't act like a tit when i am.
anyways, the thing that brought me to this post was a little blurb in today's paper titled, 'in the world of miss universe' by dougcamilli. the first line reads: "seriously?" and i can't agree more. WTF is with the world today? i am SO gonna have to write the epic 'blog on my feelings about it one day. damn, why are so many of the kids of today so idiotic and self centered?!?
i guess miss dayanamendoza, 22, this year's reigning miss universe went to guantanamo bay to cheer up some US troops! what a good girl. i'm sure she pulled up with a full tummy in her air conditioned, chauffered ride feeling really good about what she was about to accomplish. i mean really! what lucky girl gets to say she's been to a place that *gasp* president oBAMa talks about? [one link to why i feel sick]
"um, i like, heard about some *hair toss* tortures and icky things happening here, and um, that's like, *hand up* wack, and you burly boys totally didn't deserve that! i'm not even going to listen to all the nasty things that get said about your bosses! those pictures are totally like, photoshopped or something retarded. my friend skylar does that for like, work! isn't mr. barrack like, closing this place or something? yay! *sky punch* so, you can go home, and everything will be sooo cool! i'msoooo excited for you! *clapclapclap* it's almostsummerrrrrrrrr!"*jigglejiggle*
kidding. i don't know if that's what she said, but i wouldn't doubt it.
wanna know what i DO know? after her appearance, she wrote in her 'blog about it. you know, about how when you think of gitmo all you can see is how "relaxing, calm and beautiful it is there?" see the quotations? that's a quote.
anyway, this was supposed to be some light hearted sillybitch bashing, but fuck...am i ever sick of little minds. that's why i tend to stay away from people sometimes. well, alot of the time. this is one chicken that does NOT mind being alone.
here's a poem, copyright, ME!
Thinking without reason - there's a psyche somewhere indulging in the depths into which my mind's been stolen.
The happenings inside my eyes are i think the realease of the panic monger. Maybe the day when they cease to stun me, I'll be laughing in my face.
well. waylon's girl is officially retarded. i really don't have much else to say about that except: STFU, silly bitch!
have i mentioned that she's writing music reviews now? i wish i could send you the link to her blog so you could read for yourself how uneducated she seems with the whole music industry. she's taking well known facts and twisting them to have you believe she's just discovered the mystery to the music making machine.
she chose to do a review of tossing logic. stupid, stupid girl. first of all, she's been around for about 42 seconds. second, she don't know shit about shit. third, i wanna smack her. yeah, the review wasn't glowing with pride for them, but it's more than that. where the fuck does a stupid little girl get the notion that professional musicians give a fuck what she has to say, anyway?
ah. she shot her own foot. i shall enjoy...except for when i hear about how waylon feels when he talks about how she referred to his "thoughtless lyrics". i happen to be witness to that man crying in his notebook, that fucking little twat. i am so fucking done even bothering with that one. this is my prediction for the pretty little perfect thing ( i give it 6 years) :fuckin' tool is gonna have all sorts o' baby-daddies! yee-haw! i betcha....i betcha....
...or this, 'cause our prep schooled casting couch star of the future can't seem to pay the rent... :
...but i could be wrong....and i'd feel so bad....IF i was wrong...
wow, so negative, hey? damn she pisses me off. not totally positive of why, but she rubbed me wrong from dias uno!
there's more on tossing logic in my blog....just search the 'band drama' tag or click the story links that i've ever so graciously provided! i'm sure there'll be more to come! patience, dear me....it can only be a matter of time. patience....he will have a new one to annoy us all soon. i'm sure. i hope. pleeze, gawd, make it so!
have you ever heard the theories behind number repetitions? through actual number patterns, or repeating sequences, people are yielding to the mental pressure [read: stressing] over some phenomena of angel guides that are around in this new age to assist us or something. well, maybe stressing about it is a little egregious. i didn't have enough time to totally dive in, so you can if you're interested. you could be interested. i don't know. maybe you know about it, maybe you think it's bunk. i choose to believe that 11:11 is an excellent opportunity to make a wish. have for some time, actually. i can't remember how it started.
google it, weed out the crazies, and there have actually been some 'credible' speaking done on the subject. one prolific speaker on the topic is urigellar. i'm sure there's more to read on him out there, but i'm to lazy to do more than wiki right now. it's actually 9:30pm, wednesday, march 25th right now. nothin' special about that! right? right. i just crunched the numbers.
what i did gather was this: preliminary studies done earlier in his career at stanford research institute concluded that he had successfully demonstrated enough paranormal executions to warrant further serious study. the term "geller effect" was coined to refer to the particular type of abilities they felt had been demonstrated. yes, he claims not to be psychic per say, but a mystifier. ok. good for uri. he has made a career of television and festival appearances. one could be so lucky...
anyway, the 11:11 premise is that you'll notice all sorts of electrical instances occurring. seeing 11:11 as the time on your clock, for one. no, no, no, not once, but over and over and over again!
~ that happens to me. it's 10:11 right now. (i've been googlin') that sort of counts to them, i think.
☼ street lights going on and off when you walk by.
~ i thought that happened to everyone. doesn't it? ☼
computer problems with power and stuff.
~ oh, you mean like MY computer that just happens to turn off for no apparent reason all the freakin' time? ...even though i've had the power supply replaced FIVE times, it still happens. coincidence?
oh yeah. did i mention that i LIVE in the wish house? yes. i do. my address is 1111, no lie.
this isn't my picture, but that's no lie.
some people get so passionate about it they'd get it tattooed! huh.
maybe that's why my spirit guides gave me the idea to publish at 11:11...? marketing, baby!
lemme tell ya - i'm gonna have one helluva wish post on nov.11! (◄---see??) 11/11? *remember*
critics say it's a post-hoc analysis. that is, a study perceived after the fact, and with only that in mind. i'm not so sure that it's dredging for a conclusion to the 'experiments'! it just happens. trust me, i know. this is worldwide. odd phenomena it is, for sure. people have all sorts of things to believe in, and if they're thinking that this world is waking up, well, who are we to stop that energy? well, not me, but maybe you...i hope it doesn't stop.
google search "list fox news apologies", and you'll garner 80k hits. huh. jackasses. i have a youtube clip of the fox tv program 'red eye' which is broadcast in the very early morning alongside infomercials for the 'ab energizer' and the 'sweet 70's soul cd', so you KNOW it's good! here it is :
i don't even get upset with this "journalist" & his peanut gallery panel who are all simply ignorant...lol! gutfeld seems to be an aging loser who couldn't get a show if it wasn't broadcast in the middle of the night on FOX, for cryin' out loud! even americans know that FOXtv is crrrrrrrrrrap, and i'd say the people learned their lesson with bush! (all be it, the 2nd time around...)
[if you'd like to hear this david bowie song, 'i'm afraid of americans', scroll down to turn off my music player first...]
canada's defence minister peter mackay has slammed this dude, and the rest of the uproar is amusing as well. i mean, look at the google hits from today alone! whatta twit! greg gutfeld, i mean. i hate it when bullies use the 'comedy' cap. funny is funny, and we would laugh if it was funny. comedy would be defined as:
A dramatic work that is light and often humorous or satirical in tone and that usually contains a happy resolution of the thematic conflict.
The genre made up of such works.
A literary or cinematic work of a comic nature or that uses the themes or methods of comedy.
Popular entertainment composed of jokes, satire, or humorous performance.
The art of composing or performing comedy.
A humorous element of life or literature: the human comedy of political campaigns.
A humorous occurrence.
uh, greg? not funny. i think this could be just another installment for your comedy of errors, you bill maher wannabe.
whomever needs to do the blessing, get on it! bless that damned country, and let's hope obama seeds some intelligence down south! i'm pretty sure we (north america) won't be entering any more senseless wartime fracas...that is, unless the states try to bamboozle the world's population again. i'm thinking that's not gonna happen under obama. barack may not be perfect, and i may not be an expert, but i know bullshit, and i calls 'em as i sees 'em. uh, this would mean that the collective jackass module should remove itself and let the rest of us get on with life. i think...
as ghandi would say:
“Be the change you want to see in the world.”
please oh, please let the blogging gods allow you, sir gutfeld, to stumble upon this humble post. if you happen to find yourself here while cruisin' the net for the 'newest facebook app' or 'best believed excuses file', i'd like to ask: what WAS your intention? heh. did someone forget to do their homework, greg? dummy.
i don't support WHY they're there - i support getting everyone the hell home before more people die. hey, good ol' USofA! what if some country invaded your asses 'cause too many of you are a bunch of war mongering, greedy fucks? not so pleasant, right? get off your stolen horse, america, and let's be friends, shall we?
lookit meeeeeeee! the rock star's wife!
here we have a very diversified collection, but this is me...fumbling along through life wanting to understand and be understood, grasping for time 'cause it flies like a banshee!
here ya go...my piece of the world. priiiime real estate!
