Randomness

Dictionary.com's definition of Randomness:
1. An inexplicable misfeature; gratuitous inelegance.

I'm not sure where I want to go in this blog today. Ever since the first posting, each day (all three now) I've tried to think of a theme to stick to and follow. I mean, there's a title section and everything. Today, I got nuthen. I was wondering, for instance, if I start off with a cab story or a Blockbuster Video story, if someone new could follow? Since the posts show up in reverse order, the new person, or any person, would be reading it backwards. Like a book. If you've been reading all along, then it makes sense to leave the book mark where you left off, but if someone else were to then pick up the book, why would they start reading from your book marked page? I guess in the long run, none of this is important. No one but me is reading anyway.

I've been trying to post a picture. I can't figure out how yet, but I am working on it. I have 3 pictures on Flickr. I tried to find them to give directions to someone else. The picture Tagged "tr eyes" seemed reasonable enough. It's a picture I took of my own face. The search came back with like, 4,000 finds. I didn't find mine.

Joke: Did you know that in California, they don't have any beaches, mountains, lakes or trees?
No, in California they have, you know, like beaches and like mountains n' stuff.
It's a simile joke nobody ever seems to get. While I'm on the subject of jokes, here's my two favorite "kiddy" jokes.
Q: Why does a seagull fly by the sea?
A: Because if he flew by the bay he'd be a bagel!

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Interrupting Cow
Interrupting (Mooooooo) ........?

I apologize if I have offended any seagulls or cows with my callous sense of humor. However, screw the Californians if they can't take a joke!

Famous People I've met or seen up close. I already wrote about Steve O, Woody and Ringo Star. I danced with Wil Wheaton once sort of. Jason Mews put on my arm band at Vulgarthon and quote, " fucked it up". At said Vulgarthon, Ben Affleck walked right past me (I would too if the option was available). I had a beer in a bar with Les Claypool when I was 17. It all seem so strange to me, stars. Like that story in "I Heart Huckabees" about the tuna fish sandwich. The more you tell it, the more absurd it seems. Why would or anyone should care if you met someone? Even more absurd if you saw them, and yet.....I honestly felt like a 6th grade girl who just saw the coolest or cutest guy in school looking my way. Even if he was just trying to read the black board behind me. As ridiculous as it seemed, I could completely understand why all those girls in the Beatles documentaries are screaming their heads off and fainting to the floor. It was everything in me not to do the same. I have a friend with skin cancer. It's actually not a good situation as it has recurred now three times after going into remission twice. She got to spend a day with Matt Damon. She spent a day on the set, got to be an extra in "Stuck on You" and go down the red carpet with him at a movie premier. Afterwards she said she was so lucky. That dreams really do come true. I couldn't help wondering if being diagnosed with cancer three times before you're twenty two is really a dream most people aspire to have. Yet, most people she talked to couldn't get enough of it. "Tell me everything. Show me the pictures, can I have a copy? What's he like?" Off she'd go like the tuna fish story, over and over. Maybe it's the fact that movie stars have become like superheros. They have no worry for money, a secret identity, and in their small way, they help people like my friend with cancer. Could the world accept Bruce Wayne as Batman? Or Clark Kent as Superman? Or would their personal lives be forever messed up somehow because of the knowing? With people, knowledge can screw things up quite a bit. Just look at the whole apple fiasco in the bible. I didn't do it, nobody saw me do it, you can't prove anything. Speaking of proof.....

Sometime around elections (2004), I was buying cigarettes at the local 7/11. Out of nowhere, the clerk informs me that Michael Moore is a liar. Maybe he'd just had a conversation with someone else and he wanted to continue the conversation with me. Maybe because So Cal OC is mostly republican and I was wearing clothing that clearly stated "I'm not from around here" and therefore looked like a Moore supporter whom he could argue with and convert to the dark side. Either way, I am a Moore supporter and I was more than willing to take the bait. What else are you going to do at 3am on a Wednesday? Truth be told, the general apathy and mis-information about important things combined with the overwhelming controversy and publicity over which star is dating each other or breaking up, has me very worried about the state of this nation. We seem to freak out on anyone who says 9/11 is our own fault (which I think is at least partly true) and tune in to morning shows to see what Michael Jackson is wearing in court today. What is wrong with this picture? Al Franken went before congress to complain about the U.S. service men getting to hear the Rush Limbaugh show but not Air America. Franken read several instances where Rush flat out lies to his radio listeners about various things in politics and political figures. Congress was actually laughing out loud at the ridiculousness of some of Rush's comments (I'm sure Franken's delivery and utter contempt for Rush aided in the atmosphere of the room). Franken then requested that if they were going to insist on airing lies to the troops, at least balance it out with a show that airs the truth like Franken's show on Air America. While congress did seem to think Franken was correct, he was also denied. Land of the free, home of the brave, BULLSHIT!!!! I want to put up the corporate flag of United States but I don't want a rock through my window. While I do think the direction of this "great" nation is heading for the crapper A) I don't think it is already in the crapper (like a lot of other nations) and B) I think we could pull it out of its nose dive. Democracy works on the principle of educated voters. We live in an information age. Just remember to take your grain of salt before listening to the extreme left or right. Always make up your own mind about things but be willing to listen and be open to changing the mind you've made. Most people only use 3% of their brain anyway.

Have you ever had the experience of falling in love. Your friends/family say that the person you've fallen in love with is a real catch and you're luck to have found them. Then that person breaks up with you and everyone starts going off on what a loser that person was. I never understood this. Could your friends/family see something you couldn't but they were being optimistic that it would all work out or are they just trying to say negative stuff after to make you feel better? Why is it so hard for people to tell the truth these days. My brother insist on telling the truth always. He's in charge of my Grandma's estate. My dad wants him to "fudge" a little so our side of the family gets more money. Fudge, smudge, little white lies, it seems we all do it. The brain is very comfortable with justification and rationalization as to why this is ok this time. But Why? Sometimes I find myself fudging the truth for no real reason. I didn't know that person anyway, or whatever. A great line in "Knight's Tale" where they accuse Chaucer of being a liar and Chaucer replies "I am a writer, I give the truth scope". When I moved down to help take care of my grandma after her stroke, she said something very interesting (to me anyway). If you know anything about strokes, it scrambles the brain up a little bit even when it appears they've made a full recovery. Her's was a right brain stroke. Grandma could tell something she was doing or saying wasn't quite right but she could never put her finger on it. She'd get out of the car and say she'd just stepped off a train, stuff like that. Nobody would tell her because they knew what she meant and they didn't want to embarrass her. She told me, "If I ever do or say something odd, tell me. I know coming from you it will be the truth because you've never lied to me." She must have seen a look appear on my face because she added, "About anything important anyway." What does that mean? Why has our society developed categories for the importance of a lie? Isn't a lie a lie in the end? What do Catholics do about this in confession? Do they list all lies or just important ones?

I have no idea where this started and where it ends only that I am through typing for tonight.