Busy Ass BusyBee

Yep, that's what I am. Things I've got on my plate...

A. Job #1
B. Job #2
C. A project I'm keeping under wraps but more info when I can...but its awesome.
D. FINISHED A STORY. :)

If you would like to read the story, feel free to contact me, fellow readers.

As for item C, you will be very pleased with me when I can tell you.

Aren't I cheeky and mysterious?

The Cult of Cats

So we've all been getting them. They're the only forwards I open, because I actually get excited. As someone who has a cameraphone filled with pictures of my cat, I'm very into the simple joys...of LOLcats. Here are a few of my favorites...





With all the stuff I have to get done these days, I like the little laughs. And of course the cats.

Sincerely,

Cat Lady Lola

Seriously, Republicans, CHOKE ON THIS.

The bloated powermongers are full of shit. FACT.

If you are young....

VOTE.

If you are young, old, middle-aged, a man, a woman, a minority, an immigrant, a student, someone working their ass off just to make rent and pay the bills, an artist, a lawyer, an accountant, a son or daughter or mother or father or cousin or neighbor....

Seriously, pleeeeeease vote.



I know there are those of you out there saying "It doesn't matter if I vote, because it doesn't count. It isn't going to change anything."

Well....



think about this.

This country is full of YOUNG PEOPLE sick of the corruption and lies. We didn't put our lives on the line, burn draft cards, or march for Women's Votes or Civil Rights. Those lives risked were those who came before us, to GIVE US THE HARD-WON RIGHT to VOTE. And we're just throwing it away.




Think about it this way.

Many, many pennies add up to hundreds of hundreds of dollars. It's easy to look at a single cent and say "I can't buy anything with this." But if there was a big bucket, and everyone who thought their penny was worthless threw it into that huge bucket, there would be thousands of dollars.

Yeah, that would be one great big bucket. But your penny would be a part of that formidable pile of money. You would have helped make that mountain of pennies. You would have a stake in that pile of pennies.

And what if that money was used to get people off the street, to rebuild homes destroyed by natural disasters, to pay for the food and health insurance and education hundreds of thousands of people don't have and can't afford? You would have been a part of that.

So what if you didn't put in your penny? Well, you wouldn't be the only one thinking yours didn't matter. If you listened to that little voice, so would many others, if not all the others, and there wouldn't be anything in that bucket, and all those in need would be utterly abandoned.

Your vote seems little to you, but those votes add up. And if you put them behind the best man for the job, the man who will finally make CHANGE happen, they will be worth their weight a million times over in gold.

If every one of us sitting on our couches at home bitching about how little their votes mean, about how pointless CONTRIBUTING TO THE CHOICE OF LEADERSHIP OF YOUR COUNTRY is, about how it isn't going to make a difference anyway....

If you are out there, and this sounds familiar, get off your apathetic asses and VOTE. You say your candidate won't win. This is always a possibility in life. Nothing is certain. But I've never heard of anyone regretting their decision to take a chance and stand up for something.

I've never once heard of someone regretting their decision to stand up for what they believe in. That ALWAYS matters.

And I'm just gonna say it, people. I'll save you all the stuff about how the people who marched in Birmingham in the 60s, or down the streets of New York in the 1900s, gave their lives because they realized that one person CAN make a difference, and when a whole lot of ONE PERSONs get together, you've got a MOVEMENT.

In order to create a MOVEMENT, you've actually got to MOVE. To get up, to act. To VOTE.

If you don't VOTE for the right person, your inactivity is a vote in favor of the WRONG person. You aren't staying out of it. You're handing your vote to the enemy, to the person who represents what you think is wrong in politics, who is crushing the changes that need to be made.

If you've been NOT VOTING since you were old enough to vote (18, the age that, again, young people fought for) than you have been handing your votes to George Bush every four years like a little prettily wrapped birthday present, and you'll do the same for McCain. By not raising your voice where it can be heard by all, you've made it clear that you're fine with things the way they are.
If you don't vote, remember that, in absentia, you've voted to keep things exactly as they are; stagnant, arrogant, and wrong.

Bunking It

I had a conversation with a few people about bunk beds today, and it got me thinking about them. As a kid, they seem really great, until you're sick of sharing your damn room with your sister who farts in her sleep ON THE TOP BUNK. As an adult, I had roommates who got the fancy to free up apartment space by going bunk...and that bunk bed was out on the street within a week. In a catalog world, its a utopia of compact living. In real life, we only put up with it if we're little and our parents have a lot of kids or few rooms.

But part of me wants to buy one of these little gems I googled, just for myself. If I ever end up in a studio apartment....look out, here comes bunk bed house! I'll be eating my breakfast on a bottom bunk!

Behold the bunk glory...



My childhood bunk bed was from the seventies. This one is from the AWESOME. I'm serious, if I lived alone, and it was between this and a nice grown-up bedroom set...no competition. You know how the first time you bring a guy home, you're all awkward? You give them "the tour" and excuse the mess, hoping they're not digusted, or changing their mind. Those worries? GONE. He'll stay over just to pretend he's a pirate on your top bunk. And yes, I know that sounds dirty.

I just keep dreaming of how great every day would be if I woke up in this amazing creation. Someday....



My last bed once floated atop the seas. This one lives beneath the sea. I think there's a curtain across that porthole at the end of the bottom bunk, which I like, but otherwise, it seems a little claustrophobic. I'm intrigued by the desk-thing covered with little soccer players bottom left. Where's the soccer-player bunk bed? Goooooal!



I put this one in here to demonstrate how boring sleeping arrangements will be for children in the future. Sleepover? Yawwn.



I LOVEloveLOVE this one. However, unlike my first example, this would send anyone you bring home screaming for the door before you had a chance to introduce them to each of your stuffed animals. By name.



I would make a joke about this bed, but I just....can't...seem...to...see...it.



IT HURTS MY EYES. I bet the mattress is full of little metal ball-bearings and owl feathers. You know, for ART.

And I saved the best for last. Friend in from out of town? Sure, sleep on the couch! TWO friends in from out of town? No problem! Simply open the couch into...



A BUNK BED!

Final conclusion: Screw it, I'll live a chaste life in my cute and cozy dollhouse bed! I'll have my Disney movies to keep me company.

The Sexiest Song in the World

This is what I rock in my car these days. Who doesn't need a 1987 Casio DG-20 electric guitar now and then...set to... electric mandolin?

Horrible = Wonderful

As a Joss Whedon fan, you'd think I'd clue into this sooner, but I was just recently turned on to Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion. Who am I kidding, that's been going on for awhile, respectively. But this time, its the two of them, and its because of this...

Dr Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog!

If you've seen it, you're cool. If you haven't, then you should. If you have the soundtrack, you're Tosca and I want it. NOW.