A 16-year-old boy, who just so happens to have cancer, and his family are being taken to court because they don’t want to go through chemotherapy treatment. Uh, okay. Who’s business is it? Apparently, they went through it once, and the cancer he has came back. So, naturally, they’re a little iffy on going through it a second time–that’s hell to go through once, never mind twice. So, they want to try some herbal treatment instead. Now, personally, I’m no fan of herbal medicine, but that’s just me. I’m no fan of the more mainstream medicine either. I don’t care what the hell treatment this or that person prefers. If you’re the type to close your eyes, snap your fingers and believe it’s supposed to fix things, then by all means go for it. At no point, though, is it the state’s right to tell you what the hell to do so far as medicine goes, in my honest opinion. But that’s precisely what the Verginia courts apparently want to do. I dunno. Maybe I just don’t care about the popular opinion, but I figure the court system should go back to putting people in jail, and let the individual families decide how the hell to make the big decisions. But, it’s the US, who seems not to have a problem in monitoring everything from your internet trafic to your phone conversations in the supposed name of homeland security, so I aught not to be surprised.
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US law: running people’s lives, whether they want it to or not.
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And you shall be called Twitchy.
Pieces of an IM conversation still going on:
Her: I’m having to do this electrode therapy thing… feels so fucking strange
Me: you figured it out?
Her: (Name removed) helped me. Lol.
Me: lol.
Her: Muscle keeps spasming
Me: hehe… you’ve got a twitch. 😉
Her: Yes, I do. Shush
Me: no.
I am now amused. Awesome. -
Because middle-east peace is an oxymoron.
No sooner do things in Lebanon show signs of possibly getting back to normal, if there is such a thing in the middle-east, does Iran toss its 1.5 cents into the mix. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s some unwritten law that says there can’t be any less than 3 countries at war at one time in that region or hell will freeze, lightning will strike and whipe out whole cities, and Bill Clinton will be appointed US president; screw elections. Ceasefire isn’t even 12 hours old, and Iran’s making more threats. Just another little piece of insanity from a country of whackjobs. And these fools have nuclear technology. We’re fucked if they decide to pull a Hitler.
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Freakin’ finally.
It only took a month, but it would appear Israel’s *finally* decided to pull out of Lebanon. And the US didn’t even have to tell them to. Now, if they can get their story straight, we’ll have it made. But, can’t have everything. I’ll just be happy with the UN imposed ceasefire. *If* it holds out. *fingers crossed*
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Proof I did not sleep through my law course.
I know the stuff better than the moron acting like a security guard at the gate to what’s left of the much advertised waterfront festivle this afternoon. Me, my mom, and my aunt decided to go see what all was going on, since today was the last day of it and well, it killed a couple hours. We didn’t even have to go inside before the fun started–it was waiting for us at the gate. So, we show up, each of us with a coffee, and the ladies decide it might be more worth their while to carry their purses with them, rather than leave ’em locked in the car. Beats carrying loose change with them, and all. Well, turns out they were wrong… the nutjob we’ll call a wanna-be security officer thought it’d be fun to try making them let him look in their purses, *supposedly* for drugs and/or alcohol. Okay, no big deal… i mean, they didn’t have any on them anyway, but still. Never mind the fact he doesn’t have the authority to do a search, but he doesn’t have reason to either; we weren’t doing anything incredibly out of the ordinary, or anything that would *give* him just cause for a search. But, that wasn’t even the biggest part of the idiocy. This guy’s not a cop, and we know for a fact he’s not a cop. There was not a cop present. So, assuming he had just cause for it, he couldn’t do a thing about it right then anyway. As mom said before we got home after all that, family gets told to politely fuck off when they try routing through purses… what the hell makes him think he’s gonna be any different? The amusing part of it is he tried to argue his case with me–huge mistake. I won’t provide a blow by blow account of the conversation here, because I’m too lazy, but near the end of it, I was about ready to straight out tell him he’s more than welcome to search anything he pleases. *If* he finds us a real cop. Ah well, once we got past the one guy stupid enough to try and out-asshole me, it was kinda fun. The moral of the story: just because you took law does not mean you stayed awake through that class. If this guy had, I wouldn’t have been able to walk all over him like I did. Ah well, it’s Pembroke… stupidity is par for the course.
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Random fit…
I’d just like to point out that the next piece of junkmail I get advertising OEM software is going to cause me to accidentally murder someone. I must average about 5 or 6 of those emails per day. Downright pisses me off, that.
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I did not sleep last night… I died.
I blame 5 hours of concert, bad beer, and the fact by the time we went home it was… considerably cooler than when we got there. But it was loads of awesome, anyway. After the concert we weren’t quite ready to go home yet, so we went for coffee and such instead, and got some of the worst service I ever remember getting at a restaurant. It’s one thing for it to be busy and for things to take a while… that’s understandable. But, it was pushing midnight, the place wasn’t that busy until we’d been there for a while, and the waitress we had couldn’t get her act together. By the time the waitress actually remembered we did have an order placed, most of our food was cold, and a few of us were on our third time asking for a refill on coffee. To add to that, all my mother ordered was rice pudding and it took 3 tries and a different waitress before she got it. Oddly enough, every time there was something not to our liking about the service, it was someone else’s fault; not the waitress’s. Like, again, my mother’s order, which she blamed the afore mentioned different waitress for because she ‘told’ her to bring it to us. Meanwhile, I’m thinking “Okay, this isn’t her table for starters, so why’s she doing your job?”. If things kept going like they had been, that different waitress would have gotten our tip. As it is we never left one… I was tempted to demand a poor service discount. Which reminds me, it’s a good thing we didn’t have a problem with the bill, or paying for it… she just punched in the information and buggered off to do whatever the hell it was she’d been doing when she was supposed to be serving food. We could have just hit cancel on the payment and walked out, and she’d of been none the wiser for it. We didn’t, though, ‘cuz we’re honest folk like that, though the thought did cross my mind a couple times. And it wouldn’t be the first time I ended up not paying for a meal. Or the first time I ended up not paying for a meal because the waitress was too ditsy to collect. But that’s another amusing story for a different entry. I just find it kind of amusing, in a way. I mean, it wasn’t that busy in there, and the waitress we had seemed 3 steps behind herself for the whole time we were there. I cringe to think what she’d be like during the supper/lunch hour rush. If only their schedules were common knowledge I’d plan my eating there around her.
In somewhat–okay, very–unrelated news, I swear my brother now has a new girlfriend. And, in fact, she happens to be the lap warmer mentioned in the last post here before I died for the night. I’m… not sure exactly what to think of her *quite* yet. I mean, so far she’s at least slightly more mature and less bitchy than the last one, but then, I had an English teacher in grade 9 who was less bitchy than the last one, so that doesn’t tell me much. Now, if they’d just get out of the driveway and go do whatever it is she came over here so they can do, so they can stop driving my dogs up the frickin’ wall, I might like her a little more. Or at least not get the urge to scream out the window for them to bugger off. Much. -
Well, that rocked.
If anyone recommends that you take in a Roadhammers concert, do not ask, just go. They throw an awesome show. A few of the opening acts kinda stunk up the scene–one group killed almost every song they sang, and the other only managed to brutally torture about half of them, and the beer sucked–it was a choice between crap (Coors Light) and sludge (Molson Canadian), but aside from that, it was all a good time. My ears are still recovering. Yeah, I don’t blame people for not liking/listening to country music. I’ll listen to almost anything, that included, but even for someone who doesn’t like that type of music it’s a good show. My brother, a fair few of his friends, my cousin, and my aunt are not into that particular music selection and they all had a decent time. At least, that’s how it appeared anyway. Although I dunno if my brother was enjoying the concert or the fact he had a lap warmer, but hey, he was enjoying something. And for once, I didn’t feel like clubbing him one with the nearest heavy object. That’s gotta be some kind of a record. So, uh, yeah. Fun was to be had. Tomorrow is apparently the day of the bands I either haven’t heard of or don’t like, so the chances of me going down tomorrow are slim. Especially if I end up deciding sleep is overrated… but, eh. And speaking of overrated, I still got crap to do. Dammit to hell.
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The five variable love test.
Your Five Variable Love Profile
Propensity for Monogamy:Your propensity for monogamy is high.
You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.
And in return, you expect the same from who you love.
Any sign of straying, and you’ll end things.Experience Level:
Your experience level is high.
You’ve loved, lost, and loved again.
You have had a wide range of love experiences.
And when the real thing comes along, you know it!Dominance:
Your dominance is low.
This doesn’t mean you’re a doormat, just balanced.
You know a relationship is not about getting your way.
And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.Cynicism:
Your cynicism is medium.
You’d like to believe in true and everlasting love…
But you’ve definitely been burned enough to know better.
You’re still an optimist, but you also are a realist.Independence:
Your independence is low.
This doesn’t mean you’re dependent in relationships..
It does mean that you don’t have any problem sharing your life.
In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.
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Dogsitting not included.
I put up with my brother’s mut because I don’t have much choice when he decides to steal him from his girlfriend’s (x-girlfriend’s?) house, which is kind of… an odd story in itself considering one week they’re speaking and the next she’s a bitch and he’s a prick. Well, she’s a bitch all the time but that’s just my opinion. I guess he figures I’ll just babysit the thing while he goes and falls asleep on the coutch, since you know, I’ve got one plus i look after my mom’s while she’s out. But neither of them are 3 months old… I think he’s less than that. Needless to say, my brother got a nice little surprise when his dog decided it’d be fun to piss on the carpet. Not that he did anything about it, but hey, at least he knows about it. He *eventually* took the dog out, but by then I’m sure if he had to do anything else it was already done. Ah well, it ain’t my dog, and it ain’t my problem. That’ll teach him to think I’ll babysit his dog, though. *grins*