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I See Ass, But No Elephant

I'm back - sorta. I should have been asleep eons ago but my stomach decided to ignite in its own nuclear war. I know it couldn't be the nonstop stream of natural and unnatural painkillers and nutritional suppliments (herbal painkillers) and junk food (emotional painkillers) and trashy videos (won't even go there.)

So it's 1:26 AM and I am still on line, like the truly warped personality that I am.

Dangerspouse, you can have the size 00. She's on my hit list right now anyway. I love her and appreciate the fact that she cleans up after herself, but she also smokes like a chimney - you gotta take that with the deal, along with the constant whine to buy her cigarettes. At least I have trained her to take her killer habit outdoors, regardless of the weather. No smoking in my house, ever.

Tomorrow is election day here in Arizona. For those of us who make a living (and I use the term loosely) in the news business, 'election' is another word for '24 Hours to Ulcer'.

I doubt I'll be on line tomorrow night, though I'll probably be writing my news for the next morning at about 2AM. Luckily it's only the Presidential Preference election, and only the Democrats are participating. The Republican Party ostensibly chose not to participate. I think they couldn't collect enough members in Arizona to justify more than one polling place per County - if that.

As you can see, while I've been off line, I've been stockpiling sarcasm, so the index is on overload. You'll likely see a lot more of it over the next few weeks. None of that mushy-feely 'oh this is such a family home'. If there's a family associated with a house I buy or rent, given the people who are related to me, it'll probably be La Famiglia.

I suppose I should hit the bed and sleep. As if an election weren't more than enough political pounding, I have to go to a County Board of Supervisors' meeting in the morning. Or, as they are more fondly known, the BS meeting. Some acronyms really do convey their meaning clearly, don't they?

For now, I'll say good-bye. But for the record, I'll be back. I haven't even scratched the surface of my cumulative sarcasm quotient.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )