Australians

All Australians are amazing. I feel I have to say this. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you look like, etc., etc.. If you’re Australian, you are AMAZING. There is little an Australian could do to make me dislike them. Ever.

It just occurred to me…you might be thinking I am saying this because of Heath Ledger. Actually he didn’t cross my mind until just now when I figured that’s why people would think I am writing this.

No, I just fucking love Australians. I’m not joking. Those are some kick-ass people.

Rock on, my Aussie friends, rock on. I love you all.

Frozen flag pole in Indiana – life imitates art.

http://www.wthr.com/global/story.asp?s=7778705

Fucking priceless! I love this: two boys in northwest Indiana imitate a scene from A Christmas Story (which was set in northwest IN), and get the same results. Irony all around!

I feel bad for the boys, but it’s sort of funny when you think about it. Their tongues must hurt like hell though!

What’s even better is that this is a very familiar elementary school for me.

Got me some NUTS!

Finally got the damned cashews I’d been wanting! I also got some other good stuff at the grocery tonight. I’m excited about having real food available again!

I want some fuckin’ nuts

I want some nuts. Badly. No, no, I’m serious. Like…fuckin’…pistachios…or peanuts or almonds…or cashews…oh HELL yeah…. I could go for some of those bad-boys right now. Fuck. Tomorrow I’ll have to buy some. Christ I want nuts really badly right now…not hazelnuts, though. I’ve got allergies to those. But ohhh man…

Curiosity does NOT always equal perversity

Since when does asking a simple question such as, ‘In what country do you live?’ or ‘Do you like the musical Miss Saigon?’ mean, ‘I’m out to kill you’? Since when does honest, innocent curiosity merit anger and suspicion?

If I ask as innocent of a question as ‘Do you like Miss Saigon?’ because it pertains to something you’ve said, drawn, written, etc., why would you get angry at me?

If I ask ‘In what country do you live?’ because you’ve just spoken of a bomb scare, and I’d like to know if my country is in danger, why would you think I am out to get you? Oh yeah, definitely, because most countries are SO SMALL that I can easily track you down and find you and hurt you and your family because you’re one in five families living in that sountry. I forgot about that. How silly of me!

Listen, folks: if you’re posting anything – ANYTHING – on the internet, you’re bound to get some attention. It might not always be wanted, positive attention. You’re going to get people commenting and asking you things about your art, writings, etc.. If you don’t want some amount of personal privacy invaded and questioned (however innocently or maliciously it’s intended), you wouldn’t post those things publicly…like on the internet.

If you were walking down the street, and offered some information to someone, and they asked for more (harmless) details, would you get mad? Pretend you were walking down the street. A busy street. You CHOOSE to tell a bunch of people, “Hey, I like musicals.” If one person asks, “Oh, do you like Les Miserables?” would you be upset at them? NO! And WHY NOT? Because you fucking OFFERED the information FIRST.

Some people are genuinely curious about harmless things, and like to get to know other people who share a common interest. How else are friendships (virtual or not) formed? Someone has to speak up and ask about the other person, to see how much you really do have in common. If you have a lot of things in common (found out by asking and sharing information), a good friendship may be formed, and the world will become that much smaller of a place.

The world is not ALWAYS such a bad and evil place as some people might like to think it is.