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Sue Rants (Feel Free to Overlook)

Though I couldn't be at BlogHer, my heart was there.  I'll be scouring the site and sites of others for info and details.  For example, Beancounter learned that blogs should be, to gain and keep readership and focus, one of three genres. 

Mighty and small loyal readers, sticking to one focus is not in my DNA so don't worry nothing will change here. 

I am thinking of rescinding the daily post statute.  You may not want to read the dictionary while "SueWorks."   I actually have tons of things to say but I self-censor because politics, sex and the workplace in real terms are all verboten.  If you haven't realized there is not much left after the workplace (even in unreal terms), sex and politics, except for a rant.

There are two undocumented people living in LA who recently had quadruplets after having a set of triplets about two years ago.  The triplets came as the result of using illegally obtained fertility drugs (which is a whole other story.)  The mother is or was nearing 40 and the father wanted to have a son before they got too old.  Again, referring to a newspaper story, now there are four more mouths to feed and diapered bottoms to change.  These four were not the product of drug  intervention only a resistance to nauseating birth control.  Haven't these people heard of condoms!?! 

I could go on and on about how and why the system broke down but at the end there is a family living in similar conditions to what they faced in Mexico, according to the LA Times anyway.  The article described the decisions of the mothers' siblings as related to child raising and creating a life in a foreign country.  The siblings decided to think like members of the United States.  They learned the language of the Constitution and raised their children, all 2.4 of them, to value education. 

I hear people moaning now, the right wing Christians saying every sperm is sacred, every sperm is blessed.  I hear the Minutemen loading their rifles.  I hear Mahoney and the Catholic Church in LA opening its large lead doors.  I hear women's rights groups, I hear the social liberals.  I also hear the four new arrivals, the three toddlers and their already struggling three other brothers and sisters (oh, the father also has daughters from a previous relationships), all screaming for their denied opportunities.  They will have school at taxpayers expense though it will be inadequate with 40 kids in a classroom.  They will have medical care, again from the taxpayers, and it will most likely be inadequate as well.  What I would like to give this family is the best sex education available to be combined with a decent K-12 education.  Is this possible?  I think it would cost only one US-provided Israeli bomb.

Qwerty

Thank goodness I have low commitment, otherwise I would have a calloused behind from hours of Qwerty play on Pogo.  It's bad, and cutting into my blog time.

The Drowsy Chaperone

I read that the play The Drowsy Chaperone is the first play from Canadian creators to make it to Broadway.  I'm not sure if this says something about Broadway or Canada.

It's a cute play, real corny and with tons of innuendo. 

Sue recommends:  THUMPS UP!

"It's the End of the World as We Know It"

I'm tired because it's too darned hot AND I'm trying to pack too much into each day along with all the stress and roller coaster that is part of my life.  Oh, and there is humidity.  Remember I'm desert born and raised and I know I'm getting old but I do not recall there being so much humidity in the LA basin. 

Some say it's all the unnatural irrigation we have brought into the desert.  I'm guilty too.  We have tropical plants in our front and back yards, and a pool too.  These are not things that naturally occur in a desert and an alluvial flood plain.  You can read all about global warming online or view the movie, whatever it is called, as I sit here in AC with a small fan helping circulate the air just a bit more. 

Pkin is waiting for the end of the world, he is convinced that he will survive.  He likes natural disasters, they bring out the best in him.  He is also convinced that I will fall by the wayside much like Rita Blakemoor in The Stand.

Quick Post

I much better liked (bad grammar) the old Typepad home page.  You could log in from the first page, and you didn't even need to scroll down.  Now there are too many extra clicks!

The Picture of Dorian Gray

My favorite Oscar Wilde piece is The Importance of Being Earnest.  I too am infinitely pleased to have an "Ernest" man in my life.  Pkin actually had an Uncle Ernest, if Pkin were born into my family his name would have been Ernest too.  Coinky-dinky?!?  Anyway I digress ... the basic story line of The Picture of Dorian Gray in the deep dark ugliness that is part of deep dark ugly actions has to show itself somewhere.  So I ask, it is better to look good than to feel good?  Is it better to appear to do good than actually do good?

I know what the answer is but I just can't figure out why the world seems to reward the appearance over the true action, and this is why I feel more confident in the designer name suit.

fake

7 entries found for fake. (first one shown)

Main Entry: ¹fake
Pronunciation: 'fAk
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Form(s): faked; fak·ing
Etymology: Middle English
: to coil in fakes

Miss Spikey

As you may recall, Miss Spikey has a mind of her own.  In fact today her mind decided that the living room sofa was the perfect litter box.  When you have an 18 year old cat you wonder if each litter box misstep is the beginning of the proverbial end.  Of course Miss Spikey had this whole period about 15 years ago when she  liked the end of the carpet by the coffee table more than any other plot of litter or piece of earth or upholstery in the world.  Another thing you wonder about is if cloth covered furniture is the way for you to go.  Honestly leather is great for almost anyone except in the summer with bare legs or in light of pet nails.  The other option of course are vinyl furniture covers.  Even if you do not have kitties or doggies we all eat where we shouldn't and drop beverages every now and then so someone wipe-all might be the better choice overall.

Of course, I will wonder this and will probably buy a new car before one piece of furniture.

But about Spikey, I tend to think this is spite.  It's been miserable god-awful hot and the doggies have been in the house much much more than usual.  I'm a little PO'ed myself (said even as I may offend my small though loyal animal loving readership.)  And Spikey is spiteful.  I think she mistook the "K" for a "T" and called it her personality.  My cushion cover is washing for the second time.  Thank goodness for the heat, it will be dry before bedtime.  See, record breaking heat is good for something!

Headlines today:

Southern California Endures Another Scorcher

To Explain

This post is about my cousins' mother sort of.  I know you're doing the family tree.  She and my mother's half brother were a couple for something like thirty years.  And let me tell you that she put of with a lot of total junk and then she got the @$$.  It was way overdue.  I hadn't seen her in years and years.  I sent flowers when her mother passed away.  You know how it is.  You hear about her, and you say, "Oh, I hope she's doing well."  That's all. 

Then you get the call.  Friday morning she got up like normal and by 10 PM she was in a coma.  It was a massive coronary.  The type they say you don't even feel.  The doctors said there was no hope she wouldn't even make it through the night.  Doctors are frequently wrong though this time they were was very close to being perfect.

She was very young, 64 and it was sudden.  One day you are fine, the next you're in intensive care with no chance of coming out of a coma.  My Mom was with Pat when she died like the long-lost sister that she was.  Family is more than blood so we trekked about about 50 miles one way on Thursday for the viewing and Friday for the burial, and endured near re-birthing (more to come.)  I wish Pkin would have come but he doesn't do funerals because his father and uncle died when he was young and he was raised Jehovah's Witness.  He doesn't know that funerals are the saddest and most hopeful times in your life, ironically.  They remind you to make the most of your own life and to value your family and friends because both are so fleeting. 

Enough of the serious:  The viewing was led by Pastor Willie.  Apparently in Willie's previous life he was incarcerated and god found him.  I like that god continues to look in the most needful places, even that gives me hope.  Well, Willie found god in a big way and now he has a church where his goal is to help others find god.  Pat found god three and a half years ago.  Good for her!  More power to her!  Well, Willie and then the stand-in pastor on Friday were intent on finding god in the rest of us and we were not cooperating.  We're heathens!  Actually, we're Catholics.  OK, that's the same thing.  Pkin wants to be Buddhist.  He has a Buddha statue with red lanterns and a yarmulke.  Buddha's not wearing it, don't worry, we are respectful.  Anyway it was a very unfruitful time for Pastor Willie's church.  Heck, they didn't even get dinner.  I know this because we stopped to eat before we went to the house for the after funeral stuff and Pastor Number Two and musician were eating.  They tried one last time, subtly, for a conversion.  Nope, it didn't work!  Boo was turned off by the ARCH - angel comment.  Apparently Pastor Willie's conversion didn't not include proper grammar.  Again, the snobby Catholicism rears it's head.

I'll say one thing, Catholic cemeteries are much nicer places of business.  At this place that is called "Flower Mountains" or something like it it is all about the nickle and the dime.  Time is counted and charged in minutes and everything has a price.  I'm sure you pay more for four ushers than for six, although no one has actually carried a coffin in about 30 years.  I love the old ways, pallbearers and actually straining under the weight of a massive wooden box.  You're crying already so you might as well have sore muscles too.  My grandmother on my father's side was buried out of an older church that had a short stairway.  There was carrying.  Thank goodness she had lots of kids and grandkids and great-grandkids.  My other grandmother had a ground level church and a wheeled trundle but it rained.  It should always rain at a funeral.  You need to ruin your shoes and your dress just as the tears that run down your face ruin makeup, if you wore it.  I like the Jewish practice of covering mirrors and not even brushing your hair.  That's mourning!

I'm not really obsessed with death -- I'm obsessed with life and it's all one coin, two side but still the same coin.

Anyway, I better die during the rainy season and I hope that Pkin goes to the services.

And now, I hope that my cousins John, Jaime and Charlene are crying a little less today but I know that I'm crying still so they must be using tissues by the box.  Let's pray, in our own ways, for Pat and for ourselves.