Hopelessly devoted to.....Disney?

So, tonight I'm watching this tv show called Captured on MSNBC. They're doing a pretty cool show tonight on tattoo's and the culture. As the show cuts to commercial, I was sitting her so stunned that I had to blog about it...

There is a guy on here who has all Disney tattoo's. In fact, he's gotten 1001 disney tattoo's!! Holy shit! That's fine and dandy if that's where it ends. But this guy has taken it to such an extreme he's driven his family away. They're talking about how obsessed this guy is with Disney that he's built a whole house dedicated only to Disney, everything inside is Disney. They said that this guy has estimated to have spent roughly $100,000 just on memorabilia for his house. That's not even his tattoo's.

It gets worse....this guy is on his 6th marriage because he can't be married to anyone who isn't as dedicated to Disney as he is. Not only that, but his 19 year old daughter moved out of the house (probably got kicked out) when she was 13 because she refused to decorate her room in Disney!!!! And he said that he's now having problems with his 14 year old daughter because she likes N'Sync!! OMG! This wacked out bastard is kicking people out of his house because they won't allow their whole room to be Disney. I get that it's his house, but come on! This nut job spends roughly $85,000 a year traveling to Disney events and theme parks! ALL of his extra money goes to Disney!

I'm thinkin fuck the tattoo special, let's do a whole special on this freak show!

Check out his web site....Disney Tattoo Guy

I think he hates me...

I'm slowly comming to the realization that my cat probably hates me. Things were fine and dandy til I uprooted his ass and moved it all the way across the country to a strange place. He's already a skiddish "scaredy cat" who likes noone but me. But now he's disappeared. That's right, gone incognito, put on his invisibility cloak, made himself a little hiding spot in the boxes that occupy my new apartment. Let me explain what this poor little guy has gone through in the last 2 weeks....

I moved us out of our apartment in Silverdale. They were locked safely away from the loud tape and paper packaging of the movers in the laundry room; until the movers decided that they were ok to roam free. Oh no, not such a good idea! He freaked out big time! Later that night I had to find him to take him to my grandma's house where I was staying for the next week. He was nowhere to be found. A house full of nothing but boxes, you wouldn't think it'd be that hard to find a cat. There are only so many places he can hide right? Wrong. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I had to come back for him later. He peeked out from behind a couple of boxes, I put him into a carrier and took him to my grandma's.

At my grandma's he was actually pretty ok. Aside from the dog, who wanted to play constantly, it was a great place for him. He adjusted well, and things were good. He got to live there for a week with me, when I had to fly him across the country.

He'd never flown before, but they got great big new carriers for the flight. They were stuffed into the car on one of the hottest fucking days in Washington state history. Not only was it hot, but it was humid and gross outside! We got them to Tacoma and had to leave them at my aunt's house for about 2 hours or so. Then, back into the car, and on to the airport. The vet had given me Xanax for the kitties flight, so I gave Stardust 1 1/2 (cause she's fat....well she is!) and Sunshine got a half a pill.

On the other side of the country Jesse (my sugar glider) and I made it just fine; and headed over to pick up the cats at the cargo center for Delta. By the time Alice and I got there, their plane had been landed for about an hour; so we figured they should be more than ready to go. Boy was I wrong! First off the guy behind the counter tried to pawn this orange tabby off on me 3 times before he finally believed me that the cat was neither my cat nor was it 2 cats which I needed to pick up! Then they didn't have my cats registered on their flights. They didn't have them registered (in the computer) on the flight out of Seattle, OR out of Atlanta where they had their layover. FUCK! It's quickly climbing to over 90 degrees and about 110% humidity, and I'm seriously worried. After spending an hour or so at the cargo counter, I was in tears and about ready to have someone's job! I was told to go home, and they would call me IF they found my cats!!! IF?!?! Livid doesn't even accurately describe how pissed I was.

Alice and I left, since the cargo counter didn't have a/c and it was swealtering and I was sweating, and leaking from the eyes. 4 FUCKING HOURS LATER I get a call from Delta, telling me that they found my cats. Seriously guys, 4 hours? Apparently, according the bullshit comming through my cell phone, someone had taken them to feed them. Umm hmmm....why did this task take 4 hours to complete (Stardust isn't that fat) and why didn't anyone know where they were?? Any way, I took them to Alice's house, where they got to live in an upstairs bedroom for 3 days sequestered from the dogs.

Then, I bring them to this new apartment. I had to literally drag them from underneath the guest bed at Alice's place. I get them here, and the house is full of boxes (once again) and I still had (have) lots of unpacking to do. Once again, loud paper and tape; and my cat is missing. He's been completely out of sight for a day and a half. So much so that he hasn't even eaten.

Every once in a while I'll hear some paper fall, or him hit a metal closet door as he jumps over a box or two. But when I go to find him, he's nowhere to be found. I don't really blame him. It's been a scary long journey. But I'm starting to get worried that he's pinned between boxes or something. He doesn't even cry for me when I call his name.

I'm sure once he's done hating me he'll be back. But at this point in time, I think he hates me. And I may be down to one cat.

Well Finally!

Alright, I'm finally here. It's fucking hot. Duh. I knew that when I told my husband to take this specific duty. I fucking hate hot.

I arrived on Tuesday morning, July 25th. We stepped outside into the covered parking lot to put my suitcases into the car, and I about drown. Seriously, the amount of humidity in the air is ridiculous. It's alright, I'm learning to cope already. We were sitting outside tonight around 8ish, and I said "It feels like it's cooling off a bit..." And alice said to me "yea it's probably about 90 now instead of 94 like it was earlier." OMG! Are you shitting me!?! I'm noticing a 4 degree drop in the temperature it's that fucking hot!

I can totally understand why people think that this is the "armpit" of America. It feels like an armpit. Sweaty, hot and humid. It's alright. My movers are supposed to be here tomorrow to drop all my stuff off. I am SO ready to move into my own place and set up house. I even bought furniture today!

We went around to thrift shops looking for furniture and didn't get too far, but boy are there a ton of furniture stores here! I want cheap furniture thats kitchy and funky that I can paint. I'm going to do my living room (and probably all my furniture, really) in red paint, with a chocolate trim. But I wanna add fun knobs to the drawers and that sort of thing. I'm just feeling so creative lately.

Today I actually bought an old radio/record player/8 track player!! It's awesome, and the speaker covers are red! It's fate I think. I've been looking for an affordable record player for a while, none of the thrift stores in Washington had one; and this one was only $10! I also got a really cool cupboard to hang on the wall. It's square, and it's got a mirror in the door. I'm going to mod podge vintage pictures over the red paint I'm going to put on it.

That's right cats and kittens, I'm going to have a kick ass funky house.....and you're all going to want to come over and listen to records and 8 tracks. But you can't! Because I'm in fucking Virginia!

Prudes Trample Rights of Hollywood Directors and Editors

"....Also wearing thin is the way these people do all this in the name of the children. Seems like whenever somebody gets embarrassed by content they're exposed to, they suddenly get the urge to trample on the rights of others. And then, out trots that tired old phrase, "protect the children." I have a young child, and I know, as any parent does, that most little kids are not at all interested in the content of films like Chinatown, Taxi Driver, The Godfather or Debbie Does Dallas. Until my daughter was about seven, she didn't even want to watch anything unless it was animated. Even if they do catch a glimpse of these "dirty" movies, if you've been communicating well with your children, and explaining sex and violence to them all along, there won't be anything from which they'll need to be protected. I have a suggestion for you, protectionist parents: If you're so hell-bent on protecting the children from something, don't let them watch any more television commercials....."

I took that from THIS article. And, a fantastically written article I might add. I must say that I agree with every point made in it. Since when did this country allow people like the FCC and "Clean Flicks" take away our first ammendment right? Oh wait....

Well I'm fucking sorry if my shitty blog fucking offends your dumb ass, you stupid motherfucer. But guess what!?! If you don't fucking like the way I write my goddamn material, don't fucking read it! FUCK!

Hand over your free speech! *points a gun at my back*

This is getting completely asinine! When the fuck are people going to realize that their freedoms are slowly being taken away from them!?!! When are they going to stop burying their heads in the sand and pretend like everything is ok? Because it's not. I was seriously disturbed this morning when I read a bulletin on my MySpace from Save the Internet. I'm posting it here, so those of you who do not know me on MySpace, and those of you who find me by accident might be a little enlightened.

Open up your eyes people! We're losing our grip on the fucking Constitution!!

MySpace Kills Internet Tube Song

After hearing Sen. Ted Stevens' now infamous description of the internet as a "series of tubes," Andrew Raff sang the senator's words over a folksy ditty and anonymously posted it to MySpace.com , where about 2,500 people listened to the tune, thanks to a link from one of the net's top blogs.

On Tuesday, MySpace canceled the TedStevensFanClub account, telling Raff that the social-networking site, now owned by media mogul Rupert Murdoch's News Corp., had received a "credible complaint of your violation of the MySpace Terms of Services."

The e-mail referenced a number of prohibited activities, including trademark and copyright violations. MySpace also reserves the right to remove any profile for any reason.

But Raff, a recent graduate from law school, didn't violate any copyright laws in using the Alaskan senator's words, since government works cannot be protected by copyright. And Raff composed the music himself.

Raff doesn't contest MySpace's right to enforce its terms of service, but he sees a political lesson in the takedown -- a foreshadowing of the kind of repression of speech that could become commonplace if phone companies prevail in their efforts to create a two-tiered internet. In an e-mail interview, he also questioned MySpace's motives in removing his political commentary from the site.

"I'm not at all upset about MySpace taking the page down -- just curious as to why," he wrote. "I have yet to receive a reply to my inquiry as to why this account was deleted.... I am very curious about the reasons why they took this down -- if it is a case of extreme caution with regards to copyright or whether it is the result of some other influence (perhaps even good taste)."

Art Brodsky, communications director for Public Knowledge, questioned the timing of the takedown, noting that News Corp. has interests in the telecommunications bill put forth by the Senate Commerce Committee that Stevens heads, and that some in Congress are looking to regulate MySpace over concerns about pedophiles.

"Of all the God-knows-how-many separate postings on MySpace, this one was singled out," Brodsky said. "You can't fill out an online form to get something deleted; somebody had to make a specific call on that specific song. Given all that has been happening with Stevens -- he was on The Daily Show last night and all the writing we have been doing -- I just have a very skeptical view of coincidence."

MySpace's PR firm said it would look into the matter.

Public Knowledge, a nonprofit that has been fighting against the broadcast flag and for net neutrality, originally posted the recording of Stevens' odd, and technically inaccurate, explanation of why he was voting against net neutrality.

After a Wired News blog published a transcript of his remarks, they became a sensation over the long July 4 weekend, spawning hundreds of blog posts and comments at sites such as digg and Slashdot, and inspiring netizens to make T-shirts, PowerPoint presentations and songs lampooning the senator's assertion that the "internet isn't a truck ... it's a series of tubes."

The internet tube meme hit the big time when comedian Jon Stewart aired the audio on The Daily Show Wednesday night, complete with a helpful diagram illustrating how a tube-based internet might work.

Watch the famous John Stewart video

Retro Friend

I've come to the realization today that I'm slowly becoming obsolete. Of corse this tends to happen when you move away. You back away from your life slow enough to say a few good-bye's and then....fade to black...

I think that part of this has to do with the sale of items in my house. I've officially sold the guest bed (and gotten rid of it). And, my boss bought 2 of my 3 nail tables and my washer and dryer; her husband picked up the tables today. I'm supposed to have someone come out today to look at purchasing Lilo and Stitch, that will be a nasty blow when they're gone.

Also, part of it all is Leo has been gone for a few days now, and Chris left today. Well, actually pulled the same shit he did last time and tried to leave without saying good-bye again. Fucker. Problem remedied with a 6:15am hug and good-bye. But I was tired. Leo even called this morning around 8:15 so it made my day better.

Things around here are moving at breakneck pace, so it's nice to be able to sit for a minute and blog. I need to get out of this funk. I need to not feel like I'm not worth anything any more, that I'm becoming obsolete; sortof like cassette tapes or 8 tracks. Oh sure, you play em every once in a while for nostalgia, but you don't need them around at all. I guess I'm afraid of becoming a "retro friend."

Take me out and buy me a drink. Make me feel appreciated and loved again! Like I've actually got a purpose still. This is a really weird feeling to have at age 24...

I'm sorry, was it too much to ask you to parent your child!?!

When the fuck are they going to start charging the PARENTS for not disciplining their children and being parents!?!! I think people need to take responsibility for their children, and if something like this happens to a child; perhaps they need to turn to the parents first instead of MySpace or whatever bullshit scapegoat they've got their eye on. This is one to keep going. Don't let them take away your freedoms, no matter how small!

Anybody happen to catch Nightline last night on ABC? In case you didn't, one of the hot topics discussed was MySpace. It is no secret to anyone who reads the newspaper or watches the 6 o'clock news that MySpace has been in the limelight because of "sexual predators" trying to "abduct and corrupt" the youth of the world. To this I say bullshit! I see dozens of profiles a day showing 14 year old girls dressed like sluts, wearing four inches of make up and 32 layers of eyeliner, displaying their age as 18 years old and profile lines stating "Oh, I'm So Sexy" or "Hey There, Wanna Check Up On It?" Come on! The youth of today's world are already corrupt enough due to the undying need to be "older" than they really are. I seriously doubt there are tons of people on MySpace stalking "innocent young girls" who just happen to have tramped up profiles and ages 4 years greater than their own.

On Nightline, there was a story of a 12 year old girl who was a drug-addict and attributed it all to MySpace. She claims that Myspace allowed her to easily find drug dealers in her area, as well as older men to have sex with her. Now, at the age of 14, she has been checked into a drug-rehabilitation clinic and has been away from her family for 5 months. Her parents would rather place the blame squarely on the shoulders of MySpace instead of their daughter, who even admitted that at the age of 12, had already tried weed, crack, X, and had slept with numerous guys older than herself...but of course, it wasn't her fault, it was all because of MySpace.

One again, COME ON! When are parents and children going to stop passing the blame and grow up enough to take responsibility for their actions and the actions of their children.. Parent;s, monitor your children online, take some responsibility for YOUR children. Children, if a profile name sounds like something that comes out of a cheap horror movie, like "DARK ANGEL OF DEATH WHO EATS THE BRAINS OF GIRLS"...chances are you DO NOT WANT TO ADD THEM AS A FRIEND. Apparently there is new legislation in Congress now to block MySpace in all public schools and public libraries across the United States. All because little girls want to act grown and don't want to accept the consequences and parents don't want to accept the fact that their "innocent little girls" are posing as 18 year old crack whores trying to buy drugs.

Eventually, if this continues, MySpace could be totally outlawed from the Internet. Restrictions will be put in place in order to make MySpace "safer". I don't know about you, but I use MySpace to keep in touch with my family and friends, use it for messages, and just to have a space that is my own. Just because some children want to act grown, does that mean I may have to eventually give up my MySpace? If you feel the same way I do, please, repost this in your blogs or bulletins, or both as "STOP BLAMING MYSPACE". If enough people post this and spread the word, maybe people will get the picture and stop blaming MySpace for every little thing that their children do wrong. As user of MySpace, we should all repost this and take some sort of action. This is not a chain letter, and nothing will happen to you if you don't repost this in 321654987 seconds. However, of all bulletins you will read today, I am sure that this one is the only one that actually has a point to it.


A 14 year old girl, and her mother have filed a law suit against Myspace.com (what?) because she was sexually assaulted by another user. She said he lied by saying he was on the high School football team, and THAT gained her trust. Obvisiously if thats all it took to gain her trust, she easily trust pretty much anybody and anyone. She's suing Myspace.com for $30 million because she believes myspace has poor security. WHAT A CROC! Myspace is not a babysitting service, take responsiblity for your own actions!!! What happened to her is a terrible thing and should never happen to anyone period. Where were her parents? Why are they not held responsible for what thier daughter does in thier own home? Myspace has many many ways of blocking out/screening people, some are: you have to ACCEPT the person you may or may not know as well as deny people you do or do not know, you can have certain sercurity measures added like asking for last name and email address, you can block a person, you can only associate with people you ALREADY know or simply you can NOT be on MySpace if you lack common sense.

Want to know why the media is jumping all over this? NewsCorp, parent company of Fox, now owns the controlling interest in MySpace (Look it up, it happened earlier this year). So of course ABC, CBS, and NBC will take any chance they can get to put MySpace in a negative light-- it hurts Fox's holdings when they do so.

People are too quick to blame someone else for their shortcomings and because of that, responsible people lose more freedoms as every generation passes.