Archive for April, 2011

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Men Who Don’t Age!

April 26, 2011

I’ve decided to take a break from my usual political commentary, for something a bit more fun. Celebrity gossip! :-)

This is just a topic that I giggle with my female pals, from time to time, about  three very hot guys that don’t seem to age! Keanu, David, and Prince are the ones I grew up knowing about. And my childhood crushes were of both Keanu and David! Never of Prince, but I had always thought of him a very cool dude and can see why many women have crushes on him. :-)

Though, now that I am in my 30’s, it amazes me how young these men still appear to be! The words, “fountain of youth” comes to mind and I wonder… do these men have great genes or good plastic surgeons? Of course, jealous men around the world would claim the latter, while many of us ogling gals would claim the former. :-p

Okay, let me start with my number one crush in the world, Mr. Reeves…

 Keanu Charles Reeves – Canadian actor

He was born on September 2, 1964, which means he’s age 46. I had fallen in love with this man, since I first seen him in “Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure”. That’s a very long time to carry a torch for someone, I know… but the fires have never waned. Even when he does crappy movies (cough, “The Lake House”, cough!), I still love this man! Though, it’s a lot weird that he doesn’t seem to age much in his looks, from when I first saw him on screen. Weird, but wonderful at the same time! :-)

 David Bowie – English musician

With the birth name of David Robert Jones,  this man was born on January 6, 1947, which makes him age 64 years old.  When I first saw David, I was a little girl who loved the movie “The Labyrinth”, which he played as The Goblin King. Later as young teen, I had happened across his music video of “Let’s Dance”, and became a lot enthralled with his musical talents. I’ll forever remember him in his role of Ziggy Stardust! He is a very odd man and very mysterious, and with the most sexy deep voice! And that’s why I like him so much! But, when I saw him on television a few years ago, I was gobsmacked on how young he still looked. :-o

 Prince Rogers Nelson – American muscian

He was born June 7, 1958, which makes him 52 years old. I grew up listening to his music, to say the least. The first music video of his I saw was, “When Doves Cry”, as a little girl. And I wondered with genuine concern, “why are the doves sad?”, as I was too young to grasp the meaning of the song… But many of my hyper moments as a kid included singing the song of “I Will Die 4 U”, while bouncing around my room. A few years back, he did an appearance on tv and I was ready to see how much he had aged. My jaw hit the floor, as he looks exactly the same as I remember him as a kid! How can this be?! He’s more shockingly youthful than Bowie or Keanu put together, imho. :-p

Sure, there are many rumors of botox and so on with these men. It may be the case… or maybe not! Either way, these men aren’t telling of their secrets. There is a joke around the net that Keanu is an “immortal”, as he never seems to age and some old paintings of influential men (including one ancient sketch of Jesus Christ)  seem to look like him. It’s hilarious! You can check out one of those sites: here! ;-)

However, a person having the fountain of youth in their genes doesn’t seem too far off to me. In my family, the women tend to look young for the longest. Though, we see it as a curse, rather than a gift. My sister and I still get hassled for ID because people assume that we are teenagers. And my mother has had her fair share of police officers pulling her over in her 20’s, because they thought she was a teen breaking curfew, even though she was married, in the Navy, and had a young son (my older brother).

I know, to others this may seem like a bunch of whining for an awesome gift! Much like how I snort towards beautiful women who complain, “It’s so very hard being this beautiful all the time”… Yeah, right. Sucks to be you, I’m sure (eye roll here). However, I’m looking forward to the day when people don’t ask for my ID card or stare at me like some medical marvel, repeating over and over, “But I thought you were a teen!” :-p

Anyhoo, I find myself staring at these men with the same confusion and wonder as many do towards me… How do they stay forever young? :-o

-D

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For The People!

April 25, 2011

I have often been asked the question of, why do I feel the need to stand up for and fight for the freedoms of others. In this blog, I have ranted and stood up for the rights of others who don’t match my own religious beliefs, race, or my own situations in life. And I do so with such passion, empathy, determination, as if their troubles were my own.

The simple answer is, I believe that we are all connected to each other, in spite of our differences. I may not share the same beliefs, the same lifestyles, the same cultural background, or travel in the same circles of the people that I speak up for. But they are human beings, just like I am one, and therefore I feel as though they are my brothers and sisters all the same. And I couldn’t fathom myself just standing still and not speaking up when I see my siblings being trampled on. :-/

I don’t have a political party that I am loyal to, but I guess it’s safe to say that I lean on the liberal side of things more. I do vote, but never strictly just Democrat or Republican. I vote only for the candidates that speak for the people the most, for the majority of the issues that matter the most to me and for the working-class that are in my circle of everyday life. The Rep. versus Dem. fight is a lot juvenile to me and shame on both parties for it! I pay little attention to those squabbles and a politician will lose me, if they get too much into that debate, instead of doing the right things by those who voted them in.

My need to speak on others rights, in spite the fact that my own race, religion, lifestyle, etc is not in the middle of these political storms, is out of empathy for another human being. I speak (or write), because I can and it’s my First Amendment right to, as an American. I do not like the hate speech of others, of blogs and sites that are there to spread hate and ignorance of another race, religion, sexual orientation, and creed. But the First Amendment protects such sites, therefore if they have a right to spread hate, I have a right to spread love and understanding. :-p

Here’s an example… Some months back, I had found a chat-room for friendship and wandered in. The chat-room was full of very funny people, upbeat, and always cheerful. Though, they had very little tolerance for opposing opinions or thoughts. A person came into the room, shouting how much Charlie Sheen was a good role-model for all young people of the world, and how the actor is the greatest American of all. He went on to say that all children should be raised by Charlie Sheen and he wished to be as great of an American as him. I feel sorry for Charlie and his decent into troubles of late, with drugs abuse and legal issues. And of basically losing his mind, his show, and his self respect. :-(

But, everyone responded to this chatter with agitation and aggression, calling the guy “a sad man, who must hate yourself!” And telling him to go away, claiming that he was not an real American, and flat out telling him that he was bringing down the whole room. He seemed use to this kind of negativity, even feeding off the attention he was getting. He was most likely a chat-room troll, someone stating outrageous things in the purpose to disrupt a chat-room. :-o

But, something inside of me decided to calm the masses and look at it at different perspective, to play a little “Devil’s Advocate”, as shouting at this guy wasn’t helping the room at all. First of all, I made the statement that being a true American means having the right to speak one’s mind, even if what one is saying is outrageous to the majority. So I pointed out to the room that this individual was indeed American, in my view, and is only expressing his opinion on Charlie Sheen. The guy was taken aback for a bit and said, “Thank you, Dani.” And I replied to him, “Don’t thank me too soon! LOL! I agree with the others, that you are nuts in thinking that Charlie Sheen is any kind of role-model! But I agree that as an American you have a right to that opinion and thought all the same. I may disagree, but I’m entitled to that right as well.” He thank me again, regardless, calming down and not speaking of his opinion for the rest of the chat.  Although, every day he would come into chat, he would start up again on his rant, causing a stir once again. But if I was in the room, he’d calm down and chat normally with the rest of us. :-)

I think the world would be a better place, if we could learn to deal with differences of opinions a lot better, to try and tolerate and understand, rather than to form angry mobs against the one or two persons with a different view. Sure, my way of speaking to this chatter like a human being didn’t stop him from trying to stir up trouble in the chat-room, but I could tell that he was not use to positive attention. And because I had respect for him, he tried his best to show respect for me, by not disrupting the room too much when I was there.

And for all of my life, I’ve been this way, of trying to understand those around me first and to have less snap judgments. Not that I’m perfect, by any means! I have my judgments about certain things and certain people. But in general, race, religion, most philosophies, sexual orientation, creed and career statues, are not things that I make judgments on nor do it shape my opinion on these small differences. And I believe that, as an American, oppression and bias against these little differences are wholly unconstitutional.

I’m not saying that I am a angel of peace or that I deserve the Nobel Peace Prize, just for my words. But, as Edmund Burke once said, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” And I am never one to sit back and do nothing, if I can help it.  My message here is for everyone to STOP, think for a moment, and try to give out a little positivity towards their fellow human beings every once in a while. Love is the only way to make this world a better place for all of us.  End of hippy-rant! :-)

-D

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If You Can Only See

April 22, 2011

Another blast from the 90’s, this is a love ballad by the band Tonic. Enjoy! :-)

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

Well you got your reasons
And you got your lies
And you got your manipulations
They cut me down to size

Sayin’ you love but you don’t
You give your love but you won’t

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

Seems the road less traveled
Show’s happiness unraveled
And you got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love
That’s what you gotta do

Sayin’ you love but you don’t
You give your love but you won’t
You’re stretching out your arms to something that’s just not there
Sayin you love where you stand
Give you heart when you can

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

Sayin’ you love but you don’t
You give your love but you won’t
Sayin’ you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

-D

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Trying Again!

April 18, 2011

I’m getting back on that proverbial horse and I’ve decided to try again with my novel. This winter, I had gotten SO discouraged in getting it published, with rejection letters right and left. The general consensus in these letters were, “it’s not marketable at this time”, in response to the many queries that I had sent out. And of checking out the current market, I knew that what I had written was something  totally unique and not seen in fiction before, unlike the current fad of vampires and werewolves, wizards and quests, and a whole line of self-help books. Hold your objections! That’s my personal view and disdain for self-help books (by my suggestion that they are fiction) and I mean no major offense to those who read or write them, truly.  :-p

Anyhoo,  I never was one to follow a herd, so of course I had written something that’s WAY out of the ordinary and not easily classified as a “instant best seller”, which this is what “not marketable means” in publisher speak. In other words, even though they were A LOT polite about it, the publishers are doubtful that if they invest in my novel, they will get a grand payout from it. That may be true, being that I didn’t write the book for money sake, but from my own pure enjoyment and entertainment. I believe that my book would be plenty entertaining to a mass number of people, but to millions or billions, I don’t know. I didn’t write it with the thought of picking money from people’s pocket, but only to tell a brilliant and witty story that will amuse and shock the senses. Or to have a person giggling on their long commute to work or school.

However, my most major mistake was joining a very horrible “writer’s” forum, which is full of arrogant “writers”, who are not published themselves. I was there to seek advice on how to market myself better to publishers. And they had ripped me a new one instead,  thus adding the final nail to my already growing discouragement. I’m a lot peeved, as I’m still stuck with an account with that forum, because all Mods continue to ignore my requests to be removed from the site. And I can’t figure out how to unsubscribe from their pitiful board, on my own, though I’ve tried to find the delete button several times. If anyone has that answer, please let me know, I’d be eternally grateful! I hate having my name associated with such a joke of a site. :-/

I took the liberty of seeing who my harassers of that board were: a college student who is not published, a plumber who’s not published, and the biggest jerk of all was a guy who had managed to get a few of his books published by an unknown (or small publishing group) and made his own rickety site to promote them. Hardly the types that should be judgmental and attack a young woman trying to get into the publishing game. But, I digress… :-/

After a while of stewing in my discouragement, I began thinking a little on trying again, but I was planning to procrastinate until the end of this year. However, I’ve seen a trailer to a movie this weekend, that is too close to call to what I had written. That SCARES me! Obviously, what I have written is marketable in many aspects and I would hate to miss my opportunity. So, I have two publishers left on my list, that I haven’t yet knocked on the doors of. But, they’re pretty big league and I’m not sure how far I will get in. I have re-written my query and plan to send the first three chapters of my manuscript along with it, this time around. I want to PROVE that it’s marketable, even though I’m not good at or experienced in marketing myself to others.  But, I have to try. :-)

If push comes to shove, I will have to take drastic measures. That means going into self-publishing, by means of Amazon.com. It will cost me money, for sure. But, it’s the only way to insure that if someone else comes up with my literary idea, I will have proof that I thought of it first. That’s my greatest fear, most of all,  of someone beating me to the punch and living a sweet life from my long time dream. I don’t want money or fame. I just want credit where credit is due, is all. I have worked VERY hard on my novel and put all of my emotions into it… it’s a part of me.

But before anyone thinks to ask, I will not mention what the plot, name, or idea of my novel is. Only my closest and most trusted friends know of it and have a copy of the manuscript. Except for my best friend, as he’s away from home right now, but I did send him a few pages of it. He’ll get the whole thing, when he comes back home, to review. The reasons for my secrecy are: One, I’m paranoid of someone stealing my idea or parts of it, beating me to the punch. And two, it’s like that quote from Norman Mailer, that goes something like (paraphrasing), “Never let a person know your story ideas. It should be treated like an love affair, hidden in secret.” Not that I’m that great of writer compared to him, but I could be someday. Who knows? ;-)

-D

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Waiting For The End

April 15, 2011

I love Linkin Park! Especially the beautiful and screaming voice of Chester. So, for this Music Friday, I choose this one called “Waiting For The End”. It sums up my emotional storms perfectly. Enjoy! :-)

This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty’s within ’em

We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something
That’s invisible there,
‘Cause we’re living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear.

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It’s out of my control….

Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It’s hard to let you go…

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last,
I wish it wasn’t so…

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got

What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it’s like moving on
And I don’t even know what kind of things I’ve said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending Is starting again!!

All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got…

This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violet rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty’s within ’em
(Holding on to what I haven’t got)

We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something
That’s invisible there,
‘Cause we’re living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear
(Holding on to what I haven’t got!)

-D

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Who’s OLD?

April 12, 2011

Ever since I turned 30, last autumn, I have been a lot conscientious about my age.  I was so worried about gaining wrinkles or seeing that first grey hair, but I have neither yet. I can hear the grumblings of everyone in the world, much older than me, yelling, “Gah! I wish I was your age, knock it off!!!” I do know that I’m worried about nothing and I’m being silly.

Only, I have the mind of a teen and it was very traumatic to celebrate my 30th birthday last year. It took me by surprise, believe it or not, to realize that I was no longer in my 20’s and there’s so much I haven’t achieved in life yet. I had a long list of things I wanted for my life by the age of 30, yet I procrastinated and thought I had time… Where did the time go??? :-o

Anyhoo, I was worried about my outward appearance changing, that I didn’t even bother to think about my inner self or my body aging. Over the winter, I found out that I have an issue with high blood pressure. It’s not too serious and not anything that can’t be fixed with a proper diet and exercise. But it was a real wake up call that I have to start eating right and not continue with my usual daily meals from take-out restaurants, a greasy and high fat diet that I had started since my teens.  So, I need less of that and more home cooked salt-free meals. ;-)

But… more recently, I have noticed that a lot of foods I had once enjoyed doesn’t sit well with my system anymore. In fact, it makes me downright sick and will keep me in bed for days. I’ve been trying to find alternatives to my snacking and re-discovered my love for cereal. But even that has changed too. I use to love the sugary stuff, but somehow it seems too sweet and disgusting. And so, one night I was snacking on a bowl of Shredded Wheat, thinking, “Nom, nom, nom! This cereal is SO good!” Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, as I shouted out to my sister, “Oh, my god!!! I’m OLD!!!” :-o

Let me explain, as a kid and teen, I hated Shredded Wheat with a passion. But my mother raised us in the old fashioned way of, “if you don’t eat it, then you won’t have anything to eat.”, before today’s children became spoiled and are allowed to choose all of their meals.  So, in order to get through a bowl of Wheat, I often pretended that I was a horse and eating hay. Don’t laugh, because it worked! This imagination got me through a lot of “yucky” foods growing up, which included broccoli, by pretending they were trees and I was a fearsome giant. Though, now I adore broccoli on my plate, no pretense needed. :-p

But, I seem to like and appreciate whole grain cereals nowadays. I can’t even look at the sugary cereal box, without gagging! It seems my diet and tastes have gotten older, all on it’s own.

As for my maturity, that’s still growing… I’m not the most mature person in the world, I still enjoy my rock music, video games, and anime. I fall asleep with my Kakashi (anime character) plushie in my arms, every night. But I do know that sooner or later I’m going to get OLD. And guess what… I don’t think I will mind it, at all. I’m looking forward to it! :-)

The world does put much emphasis on being young or new, but the truth is, being young is so full of drama and struggles. There’s a lot of “firsts”, rites of passage that are so harsh, and too much trying to find where one fits in the world. It’s a ball of stress being young, in other words. Life seems to get calmer, when one becomes older, a lot less heartache or worries. Not to say that older people don’t have their own problems, issues, or drama… But they don’t have the pressures that are put on the young these days. The whole finding a mate, getting married, finding a house that’s not dilapidated but in a nice price range, having children, paying the mortgage and so on.  Not only that, but the pressures to keep up with one’s weight, current social situations and fads, and fighting off the droves of opinionated peers who’d like to throw in their two cents on how you should live or raise said children. The elderly have already been there, done that, and moved on, free to live out their golden years doing whatever the hell they want to.

So, of course I look forward to those years. And… if I’m lucky, when I reach it, I’ll be a lot more wiser than I am now. :-)

-D

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Silver And Gold

April 11, 2011

Over the winter, I found myself in the place of trying to figure out what friendship means to me. I was a lot lonely, for the most part, and I felt the need to make a few new friends. My current friends were all busy, as they should be, living their lives this winter. And I felt a lot like the  kid who was left behind. I hate that feeling and it doesn’t do well for my psyche. I began moping around a bit, in my dark hoodie, and wondering often what my friends where up to.

But I needed to break out of that slump and meet a few people to chit-chat with, this winter. And going out on the town was not an feasible option, in the middle of snow-storms and delayed public transportation. So, I shifted around on the internet, of course. I have written rants before, about the awful web-communities I have stumbled upon and the dysfunctions within those sites, so I had this idea that forums were the right way to go. Well, that may have been true, back in the 90’s… But it isn’t so, anymore. :-/

I had ran into the most dysfunctional weirdos ever. And, that’s saying a lot, as I pride myself as a “misfit”,  “weirdo”, and “dysfunctional”. But now, I’m finding myself rethinking the definition of these words. Is my brand of “crazy” the new sane? And has the behaviors that are often found in asylums become the new “quirky”? I wonder… seriously.

The first forum I joined was a women’s one, since I am a woman (even though I act like a little girl. :-p) and I thought it would be nice to get in some “Ya-Ya sisterhood” -ing. The forum was okay, but a lot cliquish. The women were nice enough, but I got that familiar feeling I had in high-school, where I’m just the new kid showing up to class and have to prove my worth to the group. I did try, but I don’t have that energy or will to dance to the organ grinder at my age, so after a while they ignored me and I moved on. No hard feelings, but I had to search for another forum is all. ;-)

The second forum was a religious one, of the Paganism path, with makes sense because I am Pagan. I was thinking that maybe I could socialize and talk religious ideas, not unlike how people gather at a church. The religious part was fine on this forum, but the personalities of these people were a lot off. I was instantly surrounded by others, inviting me into their clique with no questions asked… but they were a clique of snerts who liked to make fun and crush the spirits of others in the chat-rooms! Yikes! This is not me and I was starting to piss off this group, by encouraging and actually trying to help out the new-comers of the religion in chat, rather than to attack with thick sarcasm and insults. Also, a few very weird people followed me from that forum and onto FaceBook, and they were a lot too clingy and odd. That will teach me to give out personal information to strangers!

Oh, but there’s more drama from this one forum. One guy would log on to chat with me, yet he didn’t chat. He just wanted me to chat and then got weirded out if I stopped and wanted to hear from him within the conversation. And a few others were men desperate for a wife and ogling my picture. There were  a few oddball women too. But one woman was a little too stalker-ish. And I’m pretty sure she was a scam-artist. So, I got the hell out of that forum and removed the followers from my FaceBook. :-/

Then I tried a forum of people who liked to talk about nothing at all and everything at once. Sorta like the very idea of this blog here. And I thought it was a great find, fitting me perfectly. But unfortunately, by the time I found this site, not many posted there anymore… only a few snerts. :-(

The last forum I tried was that writer’s forum. But I won’t rehash that one here. I’ve already did my ranting. ;-)

So, in my attempt to make new friends in forums, I failed and it was a complete waste of time! Not only that, I had gained some extra hurt feelings, crushed spirits, and a deeper lack of faith in humanity itself. :-/

But, the funny thing is, I had plenty of other bonds, of people I’ve chatted with briefly with on FaceBook. They are or were acquaintances. I began speaking with them in passing this winter, as I always do, and something weird happened. A few I have gotten closer with other over the winter. So, I’ve been looking elsewhere, when really the new friends were around me, this whole time. Man, is my face red! :-p

But I also realized, that within life, it’s good to make new friends. But, it’s always important to remember the old ones too! It’s like that old nursery rhyme, “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold.” And if children can get it right, then we adults should pay attention too! No matter how far I travel, or of the cool people I meet and make friends with, I’ll never forget the ones who have always been in my corner from the start! :-)

And I thank everyone who has been there for me this past winter, that took the time to give me encouragement and strength! You all know who you are, my FB poke-buddies and PM pals. ;-)

And just because it’s spring, it doesn’t mean that I’ll disappear either. Nope!  I’ll always be in touch and on FaceBook, regardless. ;-)

-D