January babble

[la_belle_laide]

While goofing off on the web tonight I came across something I'd never even haerd of before: Witchcraft Barbie. Which, at first, made me giggle. Then I said to myself, "I'll bet the Christians are all kind of wigged out about it."

A google on the subject led me to this page, on which I found a handful of interesting things, and not only about the Witch Barbie.

Though, one Christian's reaction to it was sad, moronic and predictable:

I have problems with the Wiccan Barbie for children, balanced or not, based on the same sound Catholic principles why I oppose the Harry Potter fetish. Secret Spells Barbie is, in my opinion, a very bad toy because it nourishes the tendencies – in an individual or society in general – to accept witchcraft and paganism as something that is not bad. It sends the message to a little girl that it is alright to play at sorcery, make spells, follow her horoscope, and dabble in a little magic.

On the one hand, the absolute arrogance of these people irks me. On the other hand, though, I do love it when they get their panties in a twist.

Scrolling down, I found even stupider comments that had nothing to do with Witch Barbie, and more to do with White House opinions on government funded faith based groups.

Jim Towey: I haven't run into a pagan faith-based group yet, much less a pagan group that cares for the poor! Once you make it clear to any applicant that public money must go to public purposes and can't be used to promote ideology, the fringe groups lose interest. Helping the poor is tough work and only those with loving hearts seem drawn to it."

ANd of course: "I do not think witchcraft is a religion" -- President George W. Bush

Everytime I start thinking it's impossible for me to hate this man or this administration any more, he comes along with something like that.


He's such a buffoon, I swear he is.

In other news that is of interest to me, a few months back Arnold Schwarzenegger signed a bill that bans forcefeeding of ducks and geese in order to make foie gras. And, without the force-feeding, I doubt there will be any foie gras.

I don't know much about Schwarzenegger as a governor, and certainly not as much as I should, seeing as how there's a chance some day I might end up deciding to vote either for or against him. I'm shamefully politically ignorant. I know he's Republican but I don't vote by party, I vote by issues, and from what little I know of him, he seems to be a very liberal Republican. I'm so pleased that he's signed this bill. And I gather, from Jimmy Fallon's brill Barry Gibb Talk Show, that Schwarzenegger is "pro-choice, pro gun controoooooool, pro gay rights...." so that all seems to be to the good. Right?

Huh. In other news, more Kung Fu tonight. I actually have whiplash from hitting my head so hard the other night. I hope I do better in this class if we're doing throw downs again. Also I have to drive all along the North Road in the snow! Waahaa! For those not local (all of you,) the North Road is one of these hilly, twisty, turny bastards of a rural road with no lights. When I come home, it'll be: take care of Pendragon, (he's got his chin all torn up again from going 0 to 60 in under a second as he launches himself at me, without giving a thought to the plastic and wire that separates us,) take a nice, long shower, sit down with a cup of hot chocolate and soy and watch The Tesseract.

Like last January was all about Peter Pan, Jason Isaacs, exotic baby birds, getting ready to go to Florida and the hope that by Jan '05 I would at least have the option of being pregnant, this January is all about Kung Fu, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, hot chocolate, pomegranate juice, and Silk soy, especially the chocolate kind. Oh, and the hope that by Jan '06 I will at least have the option of being pregnant. Whenever I look back on this time, that's what I'm going to think of, those things. Driving home in the snow, achy but happy, struggling to patch up Pendragon while he wiggles and tries to bite me, then having a hot shower and then sitting down to watch a movie with this lovely boy in it. Drinking chocolate soy mixed with the cocoa mix Chrissie and Tim gave me for Christmas. Oh, and Gormenghast, too. I must never forget that I was watching Gormenghast and drinking hot chocolate on the day that I went to my first Kung Fu class.

The songs of last January were basically a few of the songs from the Peter Pan soundtrack. This year, my songs are "Heaven" by Los Lonely Boys, "She Will Be Loved," by Maroon 5, "Get Busy" by Sean Paul, and a handful of old Soundgarden and Pearl Jam songs. (I happened to be listening to "Head Down" while I was coloring that one drawing of Hisoka that time, and somehow thinking of this character while listening to Chris Cornell's voice slithering over the words, "bow down" and, oddly, "head down, hide your smile" sort of crept over me, and I became obssessed with it. Likewise, I can't hear Chris Cornell sing the words, "follow me into the desert as desperate as you are; the moon is glued to a picture of heaven, and all the little pigs have gone," without thinking of Jin. Yes, I am distustingly happy with two or three of my own silly creations. And Chris Cornell's lyrics are genius, aren't they?)

Oh, and how can I forget the music of my bluejay singing Epona's Song and Aloha 'Oe every few minutes. :)

Of course, "Simple And Clean" will always belong to August '04, "Yeah!" belongs to September-December '04, "Lay O Lay Ale Loya" owns November '04 and so on. I'm so bizarrely obssessed with music.

We were supposed to get an inch of snow, and here we are already up to about four. Which is nothing for out here. In March of '01 we got about five feet, and two years ago we got about 4, with drifts higher than my car. (March '01, by the way, was all about ordering a new Socrerer Hunters video on Tuesdays, getting it on Fridays, and watching it on Saturdays. This was all right before the Nyack seminar with Sonny Ching, which was my first Hula performance. I could go on and on, but I won't.)

Last night, minrho was very patient with me as I bombarded her with link upon link of pictures of Jonathan Rhys Meyers kissing various men throughout various movies. Sorry, Min, and thanks for letting me rant and rave at you for a while and be completely wangsty. If you get to watch Shallow Grave, let me know. If you get to watch Velvet Goldmine, I'm sure I'll hear about it. ;)

God but I can ramble on, can't I?! Pathetic!

Before I sign off, I want to share this one thing with all of you. Transform yourself! Upload a picture of yourself, and then make yourself really young, really old, the opposite sex, a different race, or painted by various painters. It works really well with the aging. You're supposed to be able to save the pictures, but I'm not able to, otherwise I would bombard you all with pictures of me as a black chick or a Botticelli painting, or really old. I'm very cute as a Botticelli, too much like my Dad when masculinized, hideous as an anime character, and like the cliche Ancient Indian woman when aged to 70-80. I love that one! I wish I could save it. Anyway, have fun!

Comments

[arianadream.livejournal.com]

I got fairly obsessed with Peter Pan this Christmas, because I borrowed the movie on DVD from a friend and she didn't care when I returned it, so I watched it repeatedly, over and over, while sewing Christmas presents. A large part of the reason for this was the music.

Wow, you're just like me....you associate certain songs with certain seasons and years. O_o Hee. Simple and Clean is also my August 2004 song. Right now...uh...no songs in particular, really, but I am on a gospel music kick again. I know my mom has been listening to tons of Josh Groban and Andrea Bocelli, which I also like.

[derumi.livejournal.com]

Hmm... I associate FNM - The Real Thing with my late teenage years. But otherwise I'm more apt to associate songs with people.

[derumi.livejournal.com]

In other news that is of interest to me, a few months back Arnold Schwarzenegger signed a bill that bans forcefeeding of ducks and geese in order to make foie gras. And, without the force-feeding, I doubt there will be any foie gras.

Not in California, at least. I'm glad they banned the sales there, too. I wonder how long before they start making turkey foi gras in CA.

Oh, and the hope that by Jan '06 I will at least have the option of being pregnant.

First you have to survive winter driving in NY. :D

No, seriously, drive safe. @_@

[shonagonchan.livejournal.com]

I wonder how long before they start making turkey foi gras in CA.


Hmm, good point. Bastards will find a way around anything.