Monday, April 20, 2009


It's all done! I have moved locations. I will now be blogging on my LiveJournal and my new Blog, Age of Aquarius. You can find me there, since you love me so.

On one last note... if you haven't yet watched Susan Boyle... oh my Goddess, please do. Just watch her. There is something so special and amazing about that woman. Just the sight of her puts a smile on your face and you want to laugh or cry, but you don't know which.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Hi Skanks!
I thought I would let you know that this will be my last post on this blog. Not because I'm not blogging anymore, but because I've decided to change venues. I kind of don't like Blogger, so I'm switching to Wordpress. There are lots of amazing Bloggers on Wordpress: like Hillbuzz, The Confluence, and Uppity Woman. There are also non political blogs on Wordpress that are good. And on Blogger there is, of course, TGW and Cannonfire and so forth, but I just think I could do more with Wordpress. Not that I actually know how to use it. This will take a while.
*sigh*
Anyway, I will write an update while and when this is coming along.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009




Boredom and Insomnia compels me to write a post.
I have not been online in forever, and have not posted in forever, so I would just like to bring this up:

I hate my life.

I am just in a bitchy mood and I feel like writing a nasty, grumbly post. (Sorry folks. Little Isis can't always be bright and cheerful, especially when her life fucking SUCKS. Deal with it, I say! In fact, read this entire, complainy, whiny post! Get angry at me! I need to yell at someone and call them names! It will make me feel better!) Why? Well, this morning I woke up with a migraine- on my only day off from work or school, mind you. Because of said migraine, I missed my appointment with my therapist, which is just as well. She told me to write down the things in life that make me angry (according to her, I have deep seated sadness and anger that I cover up with smirking wisecracks and a sunny disposition. You fucking think?). So when I sat down to do it I ended up writing a poem about the moon. Figures.
Then, while I was trying to sleep off my migraine, my mother kept coming in my room to try to sit on my bed and to complain about things to me. She did this ALL DAY, multiplying my head pain by about a gazillion. At one point I got so angry I started yelling that I hated her and screaming obscenities. She tried to sit on my bed again, and I yelled some more and kicked her and punched at her, yelling for her to GTFO of my room, for Christ's sake.
THEN, to put the cherry on the fucking cupcake, I realized I am likely going to have to wait longer than I previously expected to get licensed as an STNA, because I had a dispute with my insurance company about the shots I had to get, so now I am probably going to have to wait to take my clinicals. FML.
Which all just got me thinking about how absolutely no one in my life actually respects me. The only person who has ever respected me has been Mental Vertigo. She is the only person who listens to what I have to say and actually expresses concern for me when I am behaving stupidly or seem to be upset about something, instead of reminding me of what a failure I am. At least when she points out my shortcomings, it is not patronizing and sneering, it is constructive, and she doesn't make me feel like I am the biggest Fuck Up in the Universe.
My brother Paul has always been sort of decent to me, and I would have to say that out of all my siblings, I feel the most fond of him and believe I am the most like him- we are both levelheaded, we like to joke around, and we have always sort of liked the same things. He and I were always the "sensible" ones, I think (Me! Sensible! That oxymoron should tell you a lot about my crackpot family). He was the only person in our family who ever tried to put a stop to my Step Mother's sadistic torture of me. But he never takes me seriously, and he is too wrapped up in his own life for us to ever be very close.
My oldest brother Matt was moslty gone all of the time. He joined the Marines when I was eleven and I have barely seen him since. (Not that I saw him much before, when I think about it. He is six years older than me.) He went to Iraq, and while I knew he would be okay, the fact that I hardly know him these days bothers me. We hardly ever speak, and while he is occasionally affectionate towards me in a way that an older brother might be affectionate of his youngest sister, there is still a strain between us. He doesn't take me seriously, and like my sister Bonnie, he treats me like some huge joke and he patronizes me whenever he sees me.
And speaking of my sister Bonnie, I am so sick of her that when I think of her there is a bad taste in my mouth. When I see her I feel like vomiting. I hope she achieves her long held dream of getting fake tits (that her boyfriend will doubtless buy for her) and becoming a centerfold. Then she can rub that and the fact that Dad and my fake titty bitch Step Mother(her best friend) and my Grandma love her so much more than me in my face some more. Fuck her and the horse she rode on! I would like to take her cosmetology license and wipe my ass with it. And for good measure, I would like to tell her how much her brainless opinion on anything matters to me. I would demonstrate by taking a long string of yard, snipping it into an inch long thread with a pair of scissors, and saying, "this is how much I care."
You know, it sickens me to my core that there is even a smidgen left of that old, pathetic, childish feeling in me. The part that yearns for their respect and approval. My parents and step mother included. Up until I was maybe thirteen or fourteen, it was all I cared about. But there comes a time in a person's life when she carries certain things, and in order to become something other than a dazed, overly medicated robot who lives inside of herself, she has to discard certain aspirations and emotions. At that age, I realized, perhaps somewhat subconsciously, that those feelings weren't useful and were, in fact, counterproductive. So I threw them away.
As for Pixie, see above about my sister. Fuck her and the fucking horse she rode on. Not that Pixie is going to be a Centerfold anytime soon- right. I suppose I have now become unmentionable around the Belt Household. The new "Bryn". How I BETRAYED Pixie. Jesus Christ. How many times did I cart her ass around because she is too damned lazy and irresponsible to get her own driver's license? And because her flaming gay fiance was too busy out with his "guy friends" (I peg that to "having sex with guy friends")? What a pathetic loser. How many times did I lend her money or buy her food? Gee, what do you call that? Oh yeah, she took advantage of me. No respect there. Just endless lectures about how I always "attack" her and how much more mature she is than me and so on. It is pitiful, because her loserness rubbed off on me.
My friendship with Pixie got me to thinking about why I still hung around with her when she got me so angry and so annoyed. I mean, seriously, look at what she has just written on her blog:

I am so sorry I haven't been writing! I'm been rather swamped with things!

Today in the mail came the Lush order we bought off of the U.K. sight. Everything was a WHOLE LOT cheaper then on the U.S. sight. I was shocked!

Wow. She is SO SWAMPED! It must be exhausting, sitting around and buying make up online while taking one class at Lakeland, and then getting your gay fiance drunk during the weekdays so he will actually have sex with your fat ass. Livin' the hard life, I tell ya!
Try working thirty hours a week, going to school all day on weekends, and then having at least two therapy sessions a week to prevent suicide. THEN see how utterly swamped you are!
And you know, I think our lame friendship reflected on me more than her. People would ask, "Why are you friends with her? She is a loser and she is a bad influence on you." Good fucking question. Maybe I kept her around because of that whole approval thing. It is hard to actually say.
Why am I posting all this? I had to write it down. My therapist thinks it will help. It is helping, actually. I am starting to calm down, and I think I will be able to write some more on the Word Processor now.
Anyway, comment if you wish. We will call this a bitch post. In fact, from now on, every Tuesday I am going to post a "bitching" open thread, where everyone can ramble about things they want to bitch about. Carry on.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

This is a really fascinating video. I'm not saying I believe everything it says. In fact, I don't believe most of what it says. But it is still very fascinating.

Monday, March 9, 2009

A favorite Poem by Maya Angelou:






A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.





Good evening faithful readers. Little Isis has dispatched me here to reassure everyone of her continuing existence. She would like me to tell you all that she is just fine, but a little busy.
She has been in bed this week due to sinuses, migraines, a fever, and menstrual cramps, but tells me all will be well; she always gets sick during this time of year for some reason. It's not nearly as bad as last year, she explains, because last year she ended up with a bloated thyroid and had a couple of fever seizure type things, which resulted in two trips to the ER.
Of course, she will be fine and is actively making sure she gets well, because her brother and his new girlfriend are coming to visit tomorrow afternoon, and because she is simply too busy to be sick for long. In these troubling times, she explains, illness and health problems are a luxury she simply cannot afford.

In any case, she would also like me to elaborate on what she has been doing lately.
She is in a training program to be an STNA, as she said before. At first, she wasn't all that enthusiastic about it and only viewed it as a way to get licensed as a Nursing Assistant. It would be a way to pay for College while she decided what she wanted to do with her life.
However, her opinion has changed now. She realizes that NA's have a serious job in caring for people's relatives, and she is really enjoying the program. Her instructors are a lot of fun and her classmates are nice too, not that she has ever really had any trouble with people. She loves people and gets along with anyone very easily.
In pondering the fact that she does love people and cares about the state of humanity, maybe a little too much, Little Isis has always been aware of the fact that the only thing she could really see herself doing consistently, at least as far as her career goes, is helping people. She could always be a Porn Star, and of course, she wants to write Novels, in particular Romance Novels, more than anything in the entire world (Well, that and having a place of her own), but those aren't exactly steady endeavors.
In taking this program, she has realized that, as far as helping people goes, Healthcare is not only a broad field, it is a fulfilling field. Long story short, she has decided to go to Nursing School, and wants to get a Bachelor's Degree, at the very least.
She has spoken at length with one of her Instructors, a woman named Arita who is, she believes, on the Cuyahoga County Board of Adult Social Services. Arita is an RN, which is basically what Little Isis wants to be, but as an RN she often found herself in situations where she needed to call in Social Workers. She realized that there weren't enough Case Workers for all of the problems she was encountering, so she got a license as a Social Worker herself. She began to do case work for children, but soon had to stop, because it was too much. She reached this conclusion particularly after a case in which an infant boy was stabbed 27 times by one of his parents.
After that, she explained to Little Isis, she started doing Case Work for the Elderly instead. She often went to DC and local Government officials to try to get funding for the Board, or something like that, and she related to Little Isis some of her experiences, all of which Little Isis found very fascinating. When Little Isis told Arita she wants to write, Arita told her that if she could write about anything, she would want to write about her experiences at County. She also told Little Isis about traveling nurses, who see the world. Little Isis is particularly interested in a Cleveland Clinic branch in Dubai...
Anyway, it all made Little Isis realize that the possibilities for her life and for helping others are limitless, if she just works hard and remains optimistic, not only about her future, but about the future of those she loves. She plans on going to CSU at the moment. She is still also optimistic about her other dreams as well. She will never lose sight of her writing aspirations- never! That is her number one dream and she will never give up on it! And even though it is silly, she won't forget about the Talk Show she wants.... it's not like she doesn't know it is a pipe dream, but she will always shrug and explain to me that she must always know what she wants. She is living for the day.
She is also happy for Mental Vertigo, who plans on being a Veterinary Technician. It is only fitting, she says. Since she loves people, she will be a nurse, and since MV loves animals (Little Isis also loves animals, but knows she cannot trump Vertigo Wise Gamgee in that department) she will be an Animal Nurse!
I particularly love this Animal Nurse business myself. Mental Vertigo is my Godmother, so I think she would be the best VT ever. Because she is warm and snuggly and smells like female teenage human, just like Little Isis (I get this same feeling when Little Isis's sister comes to visit. She smells just like Little Isis, but she doesn't like me.) and shampoo and other good things.
On a lighter note, Little Isis is also trying to figure out what to do with her hair, because it is growing too long to leave curly, but it is not as long as she wants it yet. Anyway, this gives her time for creative ideas! She would like an opinion:


Thursday, March 5, 2009

For Women's History Month....
I love this video.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009




Hey folks. Sorry Isis the Magick Kitten, Dante the Dream Demon, and Lilly the Fairy Princess who is my conscience and I have not been online as of late. I started a training program to become an STNA, and I am having a lot of family and personal problems...
It is causing me a lot of stress. But either way, my school is taking up a lot of my time. I have a lot of material to learn in a short time and I also have to transfer colleges to do this program, as well as other things. I will try to post as much as I can over the next couple of months, but I will likely not have much time to. And I will probably also not have the heart to. I am feeling very discouraged about a lot of things right now. My love for writing, snark, politics, Wicca, tacos, and dirty jokes are at risk and are threatening to be consumed in an abyss of my self doubt.
I suppose all girls my age go through this at several points in their young adult lives, but this is a very low point for me. The lowest I have been in a while. I wish Mental Vertigo were here.
(Pauses to listen as my Mother trashes me on the phone to my Aunt.)
Also, I have lost a close friendship this week.
Either way, keep the faith my loyal friends. I will be back soon. I know you'll miss me, but that's just a consequence, sadness does not suit me, as you are likely noticing.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Friday, January 30, 2009




HOORAH! The Lilly Ledbetter Pay Equity Act has just been signed by President Obama!
My hero was a cosponsor of the bill and one of her last acts as a Senator from New York was to push this through congress after stupid Penis-Faced Republicans blocked it last year.

Is there anything she can't do?

Here's what Egalia from TGW has to say about it: President Barack Obama signed the Lilly Ledbetter Pay Equity Bill today - the law for which Lilly Ledbetter bravely fought. It should be obvious that this woman took a lot of crap from Goodyear Tire and from good old boys in Alabama and everywhere. Kudos to Barack Obama for signing the bill. But any Democratic president would have done it, and the real work was done by Lilly Ledbetter and countless ordinary women like the ones in the video clip below, as well as then Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton and Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi, etc. The law effectively overturns the 2007 ruling by the right-wing good old boys on the United States Supreme Court. One would hope that the conservative High Court will soon experience a tsunami of laws undoing the damage they have done and informing the macho Court that they are out of touch with the women whose lives they have so often harmed. It took Ledbetter almost 20 years to discover that she was paid less than the men. By that time, the good old boys at Goodyear were getting downright honest about their discrimination against women: Toward the end of her career, for instance, the plant manager told Ledbetter that the “plant did not need women, that [women] didn’t help it, [and] caused problems. The conservative men on the High Court, hellbent on protecting good old boys everywhere, said that women have to discover the discrimination and file a lawsuit within 180 days. Otherwise women must do what women usually do, live with the discrimination. In spite of the law's passage, Lilly Ledbetter will continue to live with the discrimination: Goodyear will never have to pay me what it cheated me out of. I will never see a cent from my case. But with the passage and the president’s signature today, I have an even richer reward. Like pretty well all laws passed on behalf of women's rights these days, this one merely recovers ground lost during the godforsaken conservative era we are at long last emerging from. It's great to recover lost ground, but we should not kid ourselves about the amount of work we must do in order to raise the deplorable status of women in this male dominated United States of America.


Lilly Ledbetter is a real Hero. I so admire her for what she has done for women across America.
*adds her to heroes list*



If you want to send a letter thanking Secretary of State Hillary Clinton for her work on this, New York State NOW has an address and they will send her your comments. That address is:

info@nownys.org


Here is what I sent my hero:


Madam Secretary:

Kudos to you, President Obama, Speaker Pelosi, and millions of other women for the passing of the
Lilly Ledbetter Pay Equity Act. Keep up the good work! Love you!

*gives hugs and kisses*


your pal,
Little Isis

Thursday, January 29, 2009


Today I took a nap on a whim, and I had the strangest dream.
I don't dream that much. Or I do, and I can't remember them when I wake up, though I feel that they are disturbing dreams, because when I do wake up there is a lingering feeling of unease or sadness.
But when I woke up from the dream I had today, I couldn't and didn't forget it. I mean, I could only remember snippets of it, but it was barely vivid enough to leave the lasting impression I needed.
In the dream, there was a boy (no, it was not THAT kind of dream! Not really.) And I don't remember what his name was, only that it was a beautiful name. He was beautiful too. I mean, not in an eye candy way, but just beautiful.
For some reason, I became/was friends with him, and for some reason, someone turned him into a half demon. He was scary looking now, but still beautiful.
So I trapped him in a Grimoire, so he wouldn't wander and become lost in the Underworld. He could only come out of the Grimoire for an hour every day. So every day, when I wanted to be with him, I would open the Grimoire to the page that was midnight black and say, "I want to talk to you. I want to see you," and he would come out of my Grimoire to be with me.
I ended up falling in love with him in the dream. And he became so consumed with hatred and rage, a side effect of being immortal and trapped in the physical world that I was unaware of.
He became evil, because he couldn't be with me all of the time, and he killed Mental Vertigo.
I had to kill him after that, because if I didn't he would escape my Grimoire and hurt more people, and he had all ready killed my best friend.
After I destroyed him, I was about to kill myself, and then I woke up.

I was sad all day because of that dream. Even though I sort of want to go back in it so I could be with the Demon Boy/Grimoire again.

I hope that, at the very least, he hangs around my dreams some more. Or I meet him someday. Even though he is only a dream, I am in love with him.

*Sigh*

Oh, this type of thing could only happen to me. Being in love with a dream.

I still don't remember what his name was. It was some very complicated, frightening name.

But I will give him a name for myself, that only I call him. What should it be?

*ponders*

Dante. That will be his name. He will be like my Night Magickal self. No. He is my lover. My Sub conscience's lover/boyfriend. That is what he is. Or perhaps he is simply an entity that exists with/within me. Or is he my dream manager? Does he control my dreams? It would make sense, if he makes love to them... maybe a combination of several things.

I suppose he just simply is.

I will start a Grimoire and name it Dante. Maybe then he will come to me again.

I think I will also get him to start writing posts on this blog, and I will get Lilly, the Fairy Princess who is my Conscience, to write posts too.

(provides video)






Final Fantasy 7 was my first taste of romance, and my first favorite love story, not including Beauty and the Beast! I was a Cloud/Aerith shipper back then, but now that I know the whole FF7 story, I am a Zach/Aerith shipper!

(Take note of that folks. People will want to know years from now. They'll want to know the roots of my amazing talent!)







These are the trailers for the three video games I am most anticipating right now. If any one has any information on release dates, consoles, ect...
Please let me know!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009



I don't normally go out of my way to watch Lifetime movies, but this was a special case. Prayers for Bobby was a moving Original Premiere that I connected with on a personal level. I would highly recommend it for anyone who has trouble understanding LGTB issues.

I would also recommend it to anyone with strong Monotheistic Faith who would like a fresh understanding of how the Scriptures interpret homosexuality.

I have special personal reasons for loving this film, other than my own bisexuality, and I cried during several parts. I also have this to say about homophobia:

I am a tolerant person. But the minute someone starts spewing to me that "Homosexuality is immoral" or "a sin", the minute someone starts to make homophobic jokes that they think are funny, they had better run away from me, as fast as possible, in the opposite direction, if they don't want the living shit beat out of them and/or their teeth on the sidewalk.

With that said, Sigourney Weaver's performance was breathtaking. Her best scene was when she found the Minister in the rain, and began to sob. She confessed to him that she felt responsible for Bobby's suicide, and she begged God and Bobby for forgiveness. It made the person watching the film, who, up until that point dislikes Weaver's character, forgive her and feel sympathy for her for the first time.

It was an amazing movie. Watch it. Especially you chauvinistic homophobes.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009














So, I have been mulling it over, and I have decided that a post about this is inevitable. You all know that I am never shy about shouting my opinions at people. Not that this really has anything to do about my opinion... well, yes it does. Look, you are entitled to disagree with me. Your (wrong) opinion is always welcome in this fairy filled, Fangirl drunk, possibly drug induced haven for the questionable. It may just take some time and/or persuading to see that I am right.
Regardless, I feel like talking about Hollywood, celebrities, that whole scene. My interest in the topic is likely induced by Mental Vertigo, who constantly fills me with her fun facts about the movies she watches and the troubled male, usually dead celebrities she obsesses over, but I digress.
It's not so much that Mental Vertigo is a typical superficial fangirl. She is, in fact, an artist who appreciates beauty. I appreciate beauty myself, you know. No, Vertigowise Gamgee, my faithful partner in crime, loves movies because she is simply a movie fanatic, and has been so since her conception. I think that, in the womb, she likely had a little miniature TV set that she watched A Place in the Sun and Cleopatra on.
Her eccentric love for certain (usually dead) actors comes from her fascination with souls like to her own. Souls possibly advanced, but too troubled, floating like a spirit, desperate to find the afterlife or a place to rest their weary thoughts, their secret hopes, their hidden dreams.
It's not so much Hollywood itself that Mental Vertigo loves but, I think, the people who struggle to overcome it as an entity. She not only feels for them and sympathizes with them, but she understands them. Mental Vertigo usually emulates Hollywood's Anti Heroes. Marilyn Monroe, Monty Cliff, Paul Newman, River Phoenix, Johnny Depp, ect. Those caged restless spirits that struggle to maintain their individuality's in a world where individuality is a taboo. She admires the ones who hold onto who they are, like Johnny Depp and Paul Newman in that world, or die trying (Monroe, Clift, Phoenix). She seems to have a particular soft spot for the ones who succumb to death, not only because of her fascination with death in general, but because she likes a valiant tragic hero. A lonely wolf. A brave loner. Possibly because she is that way herself.
But I think Mental Vertigo understands the bad side of Hollywood better than most. I view Hollywood and media, at least today, as a tool of the Patriarchy.
I think she does too, but she would never call it a "Tool of the Patriarchy." My sidekick often has trouble saying exactly what she means. But then, most artists do. I understand her without her having to say anything. That is why we are best friends.



Some things I have to say about Hollywood:

1. Hollywood is, simply put, misogynistic.
Women that make it in Hollywood must have a certain body type. Impossibly tall. Thinner than is healthy or realistic, with ginormous jugs and a baby doll face. It is an odd, twisted version of a woman. Not only is it unattractive, it's not womanly. Sure, some women are born with this body type and they work it. But women, like men, come in all shapes and sizes. And a lot of men I talk to tell me they like girls with "meat on their bones." This translates to: "I like a woman who looks human, and actually like a woman." I'm not sure, because I don't happen to be a man, but I'd say a lot of men would take a curvy, gorgeous woman over some Supermodel.
See, that is what the patriarchy does. Women are told to not look like women, because women are not equal and/or less than human. That is why there are all these poor teenage girls committing suicide after gaining a pound. That is why there is anorexia and eating disorders. That is why you have all these female celebrities, such as Brit Spears, ruining their lives.

2. Celebrities. Look, I pay for these people to entertain me. It's nice when they promote good causes. As far as I'm concerned, they are obligated too. They earn millions for pretending and/or taking pictures when there are millions of people working their asses off to take care of their families. As far as I'm concerned, I pay for celebrities to entertain me, because that is what they are for. Entertainment. Therefore, I do not give two shits about their political views, personal lives, opinions, ect. I do not pay them for that.

3. Female actors. I love many of them, because they are all so talented. But it seems to me like female actors are forced into roles that are much more restraining, because of the nature of Hollywood (even back in the 1950's, Elizabeth Taylor could only play breathy helpless little girls.) Women actors must have those aforementioned supermodel bodies, else they are constantly ridiculed. (Case in point: Rosie O'Donnell. I like her. Always have.) Women actors seem to become irrelevant as they get older, or they are put in those roles that are restricting. But then you have these male actors, like Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson, and they have the most spectacular movie roles. Can you imagine a woman actor playing the type of roles that those two often play at their ages, and still being considered all wise and interesting? I think not. Pixie often has some silly reason or other for why she HATES some female actor or celebrity, but I've noticed she never has those feelings for male ones. Then again, Pixie often shouts to me, "I'm NOT some feminist like you!" (No offense, Pix. I am only using you as an example.)

4. There are really no female directors in Hollywood and there is a reason for that. Hollywood just seems to get worse and worse every year with some of it's movies. I don't mean that the movies are bad. I mean the sexualization of young girls. High School girls, really. I don't get this. Producers probably like to think they have a snowball's chance in hell with High School girls without getting their MasterCards stolen. I'm going to use Seth Rogen as an example. He is a deeply untalented, unattractive man. Yet, he produces and directs films, and they always involve some fat, hairy nasty loser (usually played by himself) managing to snag some gorgeous girl. As if that is actually possible in real life. I want to see some unattractive, loser girl directing and producing movies about her managing to snag some super hot rich guy. But that will never happen. And don't try to mention Molly Ringwald movies from the eighties and She's All That. because the girls in those movies were simply poor or unpopular, and they usually got some fantastic make over that made them Maxim material within three days.

5. Porn. It suffers the same consequences, for reasons aforementioned in number four. And men wonder why they are never sexually satisfied. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against porn, but that is an industry that really needs to be feminized. I think Porn would be a lot more successful financially if it didn't just attract men with inferiority complexes. Women, believe it or not, also have sexual desires beyond the corny sex scenes in Harlequin Novels. If the porn industry understood this and maybe tried to gear it's movies towards gratifying women, it would likely enjoy a boom in prosperity. How's that for an economic stimulus package?

So, the truth is, I love movies and celebrities as much as Mental Vertigo, but I choose not to obsess over it as much as she does. I just end up getting disappointed and mulling over all these things. Particularly when there are hardly any dead troubled women actresses for me to truly emulate with the honesty and sincerity with which Mental Vertigo emulates hers.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Got evening! I have just gotten a new digital "digi" camera. It is a lovely red Casio Exilim that I have aptly named "Karen".

*provides picture of self and Karen*


Karen has some pretty nifty capabilities, such as movie recording. I can post whatever I record on this hot, sexy Digi on youtube. She also seems to have itunes capabilities that I am so far unaware of, and I will have to read the manual to find out what she can do with that, respectively. (I can all ready hear Mental Vertigo howling, "I HATE TECHNOLOGY!" as she moodily grabs her laptop to download Nirvana songs on her i-pod touch.)

So, just to show off how sexy Karen's movie recording is, I will post the one and only video I made on her so far (I got her yesterday...). It is of Isis the Magick Kitty playing with her wand. Please ignore the brief appearance of my feet. I am wearing my Dr. Scholls spa booties and my fuzzy Tinkerbell pajama bottoms (you all know how much I love Tink. And Disney. But Tink is my favorite!):



video


I also took the liberty of snapping a few pictures of myself and Isis the Magick Kitty. Since I look pretty good in the one picture, I will post them. (BTW, I straightened my hair for this photo and have been doing so far a few weeks now. I have had short hair for a long time, and my hair is lovely and naturally curly, but I think it is high time I grow my hair much longer. Perhaps I should try out hair extensions? Thoughts, please! All I know is, my hair is too long to just leave curly right now, considering the hack job my sister, the alleged cosmetologist, did on it's last snipping).








A SIDE NOTE FROM ISIS THE MAGICK KITTY: I strongly dislike this "Karen" character! Little Isis gets so caught up in her and she never has time to pet me, chase me, or feed me whisker lickens (But then... boys and occasionally girls also affect our strong relationship in that way). Then, Little Isis decides it is time to take a picture with me, and an uncomfortable flash explodes before my eyes just as I am trying to lick the fur growing back after the shaving from my painful surgery and uterus removal! This is a travesty! As if I don't have enough problems!
Look, you can clearly see my displeasure in that second photo up there. the one where I am rolling on my belly looking as cute as possible so Little Isis will come down and cuddle with me and tell me how cute I am!
Humph!

Friday, January 23, 2009

GOOD morning folks! And a lovely morning it is indeed! Just look at the news we all woke up to!

HILLARY CLINTON SENATE SEAT NEWS UPDATE:
WELL, SHE'S NOT FRAN, BUT... SHE'LL DO!



Governor Patterson is said to have chosen Kristen Gillibrand, The lovely lady from Albany, to fill our hero's Senate seat! This is thrilling news! Not only because Gillibrand is said to be Madame Secretary Clinton's choice, but because she is a competent, hard working public servant with the added bonus of having a vagina!

(and let me tell you, if Patterson hadn't chosen a woman to replace our girl, I would have been royally pissed! Women are all ready underrepresented enough in our government, particularly with President Obama picking less women to fill his Cabinet than George W Bush did, which is just pathetic, and a point against him as far as I'm concerned. I am a firm supporter of the 51% solution.)

In case New Yorkers need some quick info about their pretty new Senator, here's a heads up, via Uppity Woman:


In her first term in office, Congresswoman Gillibrand has established herself as an independent leader in Congress. She was the lead sponsor of legislation that would implement the bipartisan 9/11 Commission Recommendations, which will help protect our borders and keep America safe. She has been an advocate for decreased federal spending, and introduced legislation that would require the federal government – just as all New York families do - to balance their budget every year. Finally, she has made tax cuts for Upstate and North Country families, one of her highest priorities. She has authored legislation that would double the tax credit for child care expenses and make up to $10,000 in college tuition tax deductible.

Congresswoman Gillibrand has taken unprecedented steps to make her office accountable and transparent to her constituents. She was the first Member of Congress to publish their public schedule online at the end of each day, and as a strong proponent of earmark reform, she voluntarily released every earmark that she requested that would invest in Upstate and North Country priorities.

Congresswoman Gillibrand serves on the House Armed Services Committee and the Agriculture Committee . On the Armed Services Committee, Representative Gillibrand serves on the Terrorism, Unconventional Threats and Capabilities subcommittee and the Seapower subcommittee. On the Agriculture Committee Representative Gillibrand serves on the Livestock, Dairy and Poultry subcommittee, Conservation Credit Energy and Research subcommittee and the Horticulture and Organic Agriculture subcommittee.

In addition to her committee assignments, Congresswoman Gillibrand founded the Congressional High Tech Caucus with Representative Michael McCaul (R-TX) with the goal of ensuring that the United States remains at the forefront of emerging technologies and high tech industries.

During the administration of President Clinton, Gillibrand served as Special Counsel to the U.S. Secretary of Housing and Urban Development, Andrew Cuomo. At HUD she played a key role in furthering HUD’s Labor Initiative and New Markets initiative, working to strengthen enforcement of the Davis-Bacon Act and drafting new markets legislation for public and private investment in building infrastructure to revitalize lower income areas across the nation. Following federal service, Congresswoman Gillibrand entered the private sector, joining one of the Country’s premier law firms. As a partner in the firm, she worked on a wide range of legal and policy related issues, requiring the knowledge and ability to negotiate on the highest levels, skills which serve her constituents well as a Member of Congress.

Kirsten Gillibrand is a firm believer that those in a position to do so have an obligation to “give back” by serving their community. In addition to her responsibilities at the law firm, she maintained an extensive pro-bono practice for clients whose voices are seldom heard and needs seldom addressed. Her service on behalf of abused women and their children, and tenants seeking safe affordable housing without lead paint hazards has been tireless. At the heart of Representative Gillibrand’s core values is the inspiration of her grandmother, Dorothea (Polly) Noonan, who was a founder of the area’s first Women’s Democratic Club and was a pioneer for women’s rights in the region.

Congresswoman Gillibrand has hit the ground running in her new position as the Representative for New York’s 20th Congressional District, she commits herself to deliver her best efforts to serve the people of the entire district regardless of political affiliations. She embraces her responsibilities with gratitude to the many thousands of voters who put their faith in her, and promises, to never forget where she came from or whose interests she seeks to serve – the people.



Sounds fabulous! And dude, I really don't care that she supports the NRA. Please. There are bigger fish to fry. She is what you call a "Blue Dog Democrat." So since she comes from upstate New York, she naturally leans a little more conservative on Gun issues. And yes, OMG, she likely hunts! Get over it. Plenty of people do.


Anywho, I am just happy the whole drama with Princess Caroline is over. I do feel bad that she was turned into a laughing stock by the media, but that is what Karma does to you. It is a real bitch f*ck.



Thursday, January 22, 2009

Oh! I hope Mental Vertigo, Pixie and I are just like this when we're old!

Sorry, I just, in my idiocy, figured out how to post videos on blogspot with youtube, so naturally I have to post a gazillion now!

First, from one of my favorite movie/musicals:

Oh, hai, sexah Madame Secretary, how you doin'?

OMG, I am so thrilled about this! Look how much everyone loves her!

These are the stories I will be telling my grandkiddies about one day. I can be like, oh, hai, yah, I was there! I watched the inauguration and everything!

More of Madame Secretary and her hubby:






And in other FABULOUS news, Caroline Kennedy has dropped her ludicrous bid for our hero's Senate Seat!

WWWHHHOOOOOO!!!

That makes the road for Fran's appointment clear!

WHOO HOO!


Now for a Hillary love fest worthy of her awesomeness!: