To Let the readers know I'm taking some time off. I'm hoping not too long, though.
Perhaps I will have a post here or there, but not as often, at least, for the next while.
First is, after over a month of having quit smoking, I'm really not me anymore. No creativity. No patience for research.
My job description changed along with a new schedule and it's somewhat tiring, particularly when not arriving home until way after 19;00 in a snowstorm.
I have to start making a dent in building my website; haven't even thought of a design yet; again, the creativity issue.
Furthermore, my father is quite ill and thus, pretty much any project is on hold these days or at least, only short term commitments.
I hope to be able to at least post something once a week; this will be my very short goal.
Featuring Justin the Raging Tory and a mystery person simply known as 'The Iceman'. I first came across this banal, insignificant yet somewhat entertaining saga over at Canadian Cynic's page. I have to say I got a chuckle from this. I, of course went over to the Blogging Tories page and found any postings from Frick and Frack continuing this really strange cat fight; reminds me of a lover's quarrel in a very strange disfunctional way.
Young Justin is being run by his hormones it would seem. He is also part of that shallow generation where all is superficial and originality is completely lacking. I mean, he uses that now second hand term "....Don't hassle the Hoff" for Christ's sake. Youngsters like him are more than likely to jump off a bridge if the older Blogging Tories were doing just that.
The Iceman is well, he/she keeps him/herself anonymous so I can't really tell except to say they're showing colours of insecurity and separation anxiety.
I also discovered they have the same layout for their blog as mine. Remind me to rectify this problem. The next time I give my page a make over, I will more than likely attempt to design my own if I can find someone tech savvy to help with coding. Hell, I just may even move the show over to wordpress but I digress.
Anyway, back to this 'Tragicomedy' to quote Kevron. The bone of contention is simply that Young Justin in fine form is having wet dream of See Sawah Run run for President: he seems to think that a neo-con with looks 'n' legs are all that's needed to be the President of a so-called super power.
The Iceman, who I will guess is somewhat older and thus less driven by hormones, seems to believe like the rest of the real world that See Sawah run as Pres would be a train wreck: much like bubble heads like Carrie Prejean.
Anyhooo, let the games begin!
Young Justin is trying with all his spoiled child might probably even holding his breath until he turns tory blue to get Iceman kicked out of the Blogging Tories simply because Iceman expresses disagreement. Well, Well, Well...
Here is another example of the Free Speech Chicken Hawkdom. Young Justin, like all good neo-cons loves his absolute free speech, except when someone, including a fellow Tory Blogger disagrees with him. Even more than that, in order for Justin to feel secure, he wants to make folks like that mean ol' Iceman go away.
Speaking of Free Speech, Iceman, how about publishing my comment? I think I offered sound advice. Yeesh! Some folks don't appreciate nothing. I wonder if he/she would publish the comment and may even consider the advice had it been another Blogging Tory.
Iceman too is starting to show some insecurity. I get the idea he/she is begging to stay with the Blogging Tories. How unattractive! I sent a comment which, of course is not published. I basically told them that if Blogging Tories didn't were going to turf them because of a disagreement regarding the Alaskan wet dream, then maybe they weren't worth sticking around for. If they needed a host for their blog, I suggested perhaps finding some non-partisan hosts.
Consider this one of those pre-week-end fluff pieces. I couldn't resist. Like I said, poking fun and conservative bloggers has become quite the substitute for nicotine withdrawal.
I am hoping that I can gain back my patience for research and writing well thought out opinion pieces or coming up with more satirical image montages for this blog which this page was meant for in the first place. It's been difficult since quitting smoking.
It will be two weeks tomorrow evening @ 20:00 I had my last cigarette. I still don't feel like me and I think I'm going to gain 600lbs.
PS: If anyone can help me with coding for a blogger template...any help would be appreciated. Or should I just move the show to Wordpress??
I see that my last posting got a big response, half of the comments from readers wishing me well with my battle to quit smoking.
I want to thank you all for the encouragement. I have to say that creativity is difficult. Times like now, the craving is sooo overwhelming, I can't even finish the posting for tonight's blog.
Thanks again and hopefully, I will be able to blog again regularly!!
I don't recommend it! I haven't had a cigarette all day today, got through that without telling my husband because he would go all cheerleader on me and when I start smoking again (Yes, when; not if), it will be an argument I really don't want to have. Right now, I'm trying to keep my distance from the population at large, because everybody is just so damned annoying to me right now; besides, it's better flu prevention than sticking yourself with an untested vaccine. This leads to my reasoning for my cigarette withdrawal: cigarettes are an irritant for the lungs among other organs, so if I do get this or any other bug, I will be able to fight it off easier. That is how today worked anyway. Tomorrow is another day: I might well be lighting up as I'm going to be stuck being with people at some function. YIKES!! Socializing without the benefit of cigarettes, not recommended for me. I would call myself Anti-Social Socialist, but I think there's a blogger out there using that handle. Too bad, because that nick name suits me well.
Funny, I guess my last two entries have been more of a personal nature. I promise, I will try to stay away from that as much as possible and will go back to venting about Politics here in Canada and the U.S., and other current events. Right now, I don't have the patience to even read the news paper or a news site or sit through a news or political show on the boob tube. I don't have the patience to think of any witty commentary about the news in politics.
Week in Review
Gotta say though, I have known the senate serves absolutely no purpose ever since Steve appointed a functionally illiterate hockey coach, showing us that knowing how to read and write is not a requirement for this 'job'? After watching Mike Puffy Duffy on TV and his mouth on steroids going off attempting to defend ...spending 44k after 3 months?? A lot of folks would take two years to earn that while working blood hard.
Imagine a world without the senate? Imagine how their salaries and expenditures could help say, improve our single payer health care system??
Once in awhile, the Globe and Mail does actually run something insteresting:
Yes, I have to thank one of my Facebook friends for actually posting this. Some opinion writer, from a Harpercon-friendly paper no less, finally came out and explained exactly how Steve doesn't care about our health care system, given his 'second tiered' minister, Agluquack.
Rick Salutin, the writer of this piece speaking not only of Steve's lack of commitment toward health care or the flu crisis, but also of the Harpercon "Get tough on Crime" thing. Tougher punishments and a measure eliminating gun control. Sound familiar? Anyone who thought I was crazy for saying Steve was more like an American than Iggy would be hard pressed to argue that now.
After writing that, I wonder if Salutin will get fired?? I hope not, we need more writers to write and publish such things in newspapers. However, like the G & M, he doesn't often write anything that interesting neither.
However, when I sometimes get hope for the Globe and Mail, I get disappointed all over again with drivel like this. According to Erin Anderssen, we are embracing the more American style combative military. Gone are the days of peace loving for us it would seem in her world.
That is my commentary for this week in Canada in short order.
Right now, I must go somewhere, preferably where there is no one. Writing without cigarette just isn't working for me right now. I don't even feel like me without the smokes. Yah, I know they're bad, but they were a part of who I am...was?? Not sure anymore.
I may not be blogging for awhile until this nicotine thing somehow resolves itself, even if it means I start smoking again.
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