Jun. 2nd, 2005

la_belle_laide: (vader)
You can feel free to ignore these files, because this is the same two files that I posted the other night, me babbling to the mic. I wanted to leave the other one f-locked because of the damned singing, but then I thought, who the hell cares how I sound talking? So I'm posting them here, too, and I don't care who hears them. So there.

This is me babbling, same as the other day.

Babbling again. Nothing to hear here if you've already heard it. Move along.

[livejournal.com profile] tongari started it! She was brave enough to post in her own voice, and because of her post, combined with the GAFF thread and the discovory of the mic, I decided to voice-post, too. And then today, [livejournal.com profile] voodobaby did it too, yay. ^_^ I wish everyone would. I'd like to hear you all.

So, what's new? Let's see. The grackle mentioned in that lj babble sound file died last night. I sort of knew that he would. Odd thing was, right before he died, a police officer came to my house to drop off another grackle, this one with wounds in his side, under his wing. It's a surface laceration, but you can see his bone and muscle underneath. (The skin there is so thin.) Oh, my poor baby grackles. Why are they all beaten up this year? The pigeon I mentioned in that babble is still with me and is doing all right (knock wood.) My neurological baby starling is up and about, eating and perching, looking much better. He steals food from the other starlies when I try to feed them, so I call him 'Iwa, after the Hawaiian frigate bird who steals food from other birds. Then yet, I had to put a differnet starling down this morning, one who was mostly paralyzed.

So here's what happened to me today, coming home from work. There's a place in Mattituck where two lanes merge into one. So this guy in a white Ford van, license plate 5631 JJ, decides he wants to be in front of everyone OMG AT ONCE!!!1111 So he starts passing everyone on the right, after the two lanes have merged. All the while he's doing this, he's gesticulating out the window and yelling. He cuts off this old guy in front of me, and then, just to be a dick, he throws his cup of coffee out of his window at the old guy's windshield. The old guy's car gets splattered, and then the cup bounces off his car and hits mine.

So now I'm pissed.

I pass the old guy and race to catch up to Dick In White Ford Van license plate 5631 JJ who was heading towards Riverhead on county road 25A at around 2:10 this afternoon. I get behind him and, well, let's just say that my Dad having been a cop has its perks. The guy thought I was coming after him, and he put his blinker on like he was going to pull over. But then he starts to freak out, like he's screaming at the cars in front of him, his hands going all crazy for some reason. I could see him in his side mirror, he was really wigging. Then he speeds up, almost hits the guy in front of him, and slams on the brakes. That's when I called my home and left myself a message of what his license plate was (which was 5631 JJ, in case I didn't mention.) Then, just as I'm about to turn off, he puts his hands out the window and flips the bird. But the odd thing was that he kept on doing it, all the way down the road, at the next person who was behind him.

A real, total, dangerous freak, this guy in a white Ford Van, license plate 5631 JJ from New York, who got his van at Otis Ford. I probably should have called the cops, but they make you fill out a report and they have to come to your house and all of this. I did report him here. And then I had to wonder if anyone had reported me, because I do tend to speed sometimes. >_> A bit. But I couldn't search for myself, because, believe it or not, I don't know my license plate off the top of my head. How sad is that?

You know, sometimes I get pissed off. I mean, I get pissed off in general sometimes, and I get hormonal, but once in a while I get really just angry and disappointed in people. Like, I'll come home from work thinking about this creep and how he flung his coffee at that old guy, and that'll get me in a surly mood. And that will lead me to all of the other things that piss me off or that I feel are unfair. So it occurred to me today that I seem to spend a lot of time opening myself up to other people, giving them my time, or my words in response to theirs, or support, or even my silence if that's called for, but a lot of the people I know don't bother to do the same. "Hey, check it out, I had this weird dream last night, and..." "You had a weird dream! Well wait till you hear mine! It started like this..." Or if they do listen, they're just waiting for their turn to talk again. Not just in meatspace, though.

I think I'm sick of hearing out people who can't be assed to hear me out in return. I think I quit. I want it to be more equal. I think I'll go on friend strike or something.

You know, sometimes I feel like telling people, just because I don't have a husband or kids or even a steady boyfriend or whatever doesn't mean that I don't have anything to say. Since I started seriously thinking about single motherhood, I've been realizing what a coupled up world this is. I mean, of course I noticed it before, but it does sometimes feel like single people are treated like non-people. Even in TV and movies, everything is about the pairing, you know? Sometimes perfectly good stories are ruined because they just had to have the romantic angle in it. (I'm looking at you, Matrix Trilogy.) Is it really that essential? I'm starting to think that, at least for me, it isn't. This is something I will need to think about when it comes to explaining this stuff to my future kid. "It's good to be in love. But you don't have to be." People might not find single people's lives very interesting, but we do have them.

On the other hand, there are those people who really are interested in me, and who aren't just handing out comments in order to "stock up" and get some in return. "I answered her five times, now she has to answer me ten." That's not how conversations work. Thank you to those of you on my f-list, and even those of you not on my f-list, who take the time to read me and sometimes to reply to me. That's a lovely feeling. Mahalo big. Flowers for you. )
la_belle_laide: (vader)
You can feel free to ignore these files, because this is the same two files that I posted the other night, me babbling to the mic. I wanted to leave the other one f-locked because of the damned singing, but then I thought, who the hell cares how I sound talking? So I'm posting them here, too, and I don't care who hears them. So there.

This is me babbling, same as the other day.

Babbling again. Nothing to hear here if you've already heard it. Move along.

[livejournal.com profile] tongari started it! She was brave enough to post in her own voice, and because of her post, combined with the GAFF thread and the discovory of the mic, I decided to voice-post, too. And then today, [livejournal.com profile] voodobaby did it too, yay. ^_^ I wish everyone would. I'd like to hear you all.

So, what's new? Let's see. The grackle mentioned in that lj babble sound file died last night. I sort of knew that he would. Odd thing was, right before he died, a police officer came to my house to drop off another grackle, this one with wounds in his side, under his wing. It's a surface laceration, but you can see his bone and muscle underneath. (The skin there is so thin.) Oh, my poor baby grackles. Why are they all beaten up this year? The pigeon I mentioned in that babble is still with me and is doing all right (knock wood.) My neurological baby starling is up and about, eating and perching, looking much better. He steals food from the other starlies when I try to feed them, so I call him 'Iwa, after the Hawaiian frigate bird who steals food from other birds. Then yet, I had to put a differnet starling down this morning, one who was mostly paralyzed.

So here's what happened to me today, coming home from work. There's a place in Mattituck where two lanes merge into one. So this guy in a white Ford van, license plate 5631 JJ, decides he wants to be in front of everyone OMG AT ONCE!!!1111 So he starts passing everyone on the right, after the two lanes have merged. All the while he's doing this, he's gesticulating out the window and yelling. He cuts off this old guy in front of me, and then, just to be a dick, he throws his cup of coffee out of his window at the old guy's windshield. The old guy's car gets splattered, and then the cup bounces off his car and hits mine.

So now I'm pissed.

I pass the old guy and race to catch up to Dick In White Ford Van license plate 5631 JJ who was heading towards Riverhead on county road 25A at around 2:10 this afternoon. I get behind him and, well, let's just say that my Dad having been a cop has its perks. The guy thought I was coming after him, and he put his blinker on like he was going to pull over. But then he starts to freak out, like he's screaming at the cars in front of him, his hands going all crazy for some reason. I could see him in his side mirror, he was really wigging. Then he speeds up, almost hits the guy in front of him, and slams on the brakes. That's when I called my home and left myself a message of what his license plate was (which was 5631 JJ, in case I didn't mention.) Then, just as I'm about to turn off, he puts his hands out the window and flips the bird. But the odd thing was that he kept on doing it, all the way down the road, at the next person who was behind him.

A real, total, dangerous freak, this guy in a white Ford Van, license plate 5631 JJ from New York, who got his van at Otis Ford. I probably should have called the cops, but they make you fill out a report and they have to come to your house and all of this. I did report him here. And then I had to wonder if anyone had reported me, because I do tend to speed sometimes. >_> A bit. But I couldn't search for myself, because, believe it or not, I don't know my license plate off the top of my head. How sad is that?

You know, sometimes I get pissed off. I mean, I get pissed off in general sometimes, and I get hormonal, but once in a while I get really just angry and disappointed in people. Like, I'll come home from work thinking about this creep and how he flung his coffee at that old guy, and that'll get me in a surly mood. And that will lead me to all of the other things that piss me off or that I feel are unfair. So it occurred to me today that I seem to spend a lot of time opening myself up to other people, giving them my time, or my words in response to theirs, or support, or even my silence if that's called for, but a lot of the people I know don't bother to do the same. "Hey, check it out, I had this weird dream last night, and..." "You had a weird dream! Well wait till you hear mine! It started like this..." Or if they do listen, they're just waiting for their turn to talk again. Not just in meatspace, though.

I think I'm sick of hearing out people who can't be assed to hear me out in return. I think I quit. I want it to be more equal. I think I'll go on friend strike or something.

You know, sometimes I feel like telling people, just because I don't have a husband or kids or even a steady boyfriend or whatever doesn't mean that I don't have anything to say. Since I started seriously thinking about single motherhood, I've been realizing what a coupled up world this is. I mean, of course I noticed it before, but it does sometimes feel like single people are treated like non-people. Even in TV and movies, everything is about the pairing, you know? Sometimes perfectly good stories are ruined because they just had to have the romantic angle in it. (I'm looking at you, Matrix Trilogy.) Is it really that essential? I'm starting to think that, at least for me, it isn't. This is something I will need to think about when it comes to explaining this stuff to my future kid. "It's good to be in love. But you don't have to be." People might not find single people's lives very interesting, but we do have them.

On the other hand, there are those people who really are interested in me, and who aren't just handing out comments in order to "stock up" and get some in return. "I answered her five times, now she has to answer me ten." That's not how conversations work. Thank you to those of you on my f-list, and even those of you not on my f-list, who take the time to read me and sometimes to reply to me. That's a lovely feeling. Mahalo big. Flowers for you. )

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