I'd like to talk about one of two things:
1) the meaning of life. I mean, what the heck is the purpose of this? I was thinking it was about love and creating but I'm not sure any more.
Or
2) Ice cream. Let's talk about ice cream. What's your favorite type of ice cream? And why? Do particular brands or flavors appeal to you?
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I voted in the election. Of course. I always vote. I voted democratic because democrats usually want to help people more than republicans. Republicans want to hold onto their money and so they're against taxes which pay for things like helping people... schools, roads, programs to help the needy, that sort of thing. I'm probably a socialist at heart.
The whole system is broken, though. And everybody's blaming everybody else. The healthcare system sucks. The insurance business is big business and it's all about money. The whole country is all about money. There are a lot of crooks in this country. Have you ever wondered why only 3% of the world's population has 98% of the wealth? That's the world. Not just this country.
I know why. Capitalism sucks. They bought the world and the peons will continue to suffer just to be able to eat and clothe themselves. George Carlin has a great routine about this. I should post the video if I can find it.
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Or... maybe we can talk about gardening. Do you have a garden? I don't grow vegetables, I grow flowers. I should start growing vegetables. I might need to feed myself that way.
But now winter's coming and so it's not a great time for gardening here anyway.
I'm not fond of winters. My fingers turn totally numb and white. Seriously. It's called Reynaud's Syndrome. It's creepy. Like they're dead.
Today it was 55 degrees but I was freezing. Once it goes below 60 (F, not C.. haha), I start dressing in layers. I wear leggings under my jeans and two or 3 shirts. Not even kidding. It's like I have no blood.
I wish I lived somewhere warmer where they don't have winter. I dread the snow.
I'm very depressed, huh? Sounds like I'm complaining about everything.
Do you want to talk about the weather?
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I'm passionate about many things.... art, music, painting, love. I love love. I love being in love. I may be in love with love 'cause every time I fall in love, later on it doesn't work out. Oh well. Probably because I'm cold blooded. Maybe I'm a cold blooded bitch.
Do you think I'm a bitch? I never owned a dog except once, speaking of bitches. But it was male dog. What do you call a male dog? A female dog is a bitch. What's the male called?
I had my dog for a total of 6 weeks probably before he chewed up everything in my apartment including my shoes, the rungs of my chairs, my carpet, pillows, everything. It was a mess. I couldn't train him at all. He was a cross between a poodle and cocker spaniel. I think they call that a cockadoodle. I just called him a cock sucker when he kept chewing up everything and wouldn't stop. He was really cute but not cute enough for shit like that.
It's sorta like love. I've come full circle. Once the object of your affection starts calling you a bitch and you start calling him a cock, well it's time to get OUT, yanno what I mean?
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You know what I like? I like movies. Would you like to talk about movies? I like lots of different movies. But the problem is, I can never remember actor's names or names of the movies. I've always been like that.
Stardom and celebrity baffle me. These days there are so many celebrities and stars who are talentless. I don't get it.
It's all about money. It's how they look or something so people pay money to see them. Guess what? They won't look that good for long 'cause they're all going to get old and wrinkled and one day they're going to die. People don't look good when they're dead. They have no color in their skin.
Would you like to talk about movies? Or talentless people? Or death? Or bigotry? Speaking of the color of your skin, people judge other people because of that. There's a lot of ignorant bigots in this world. I hate them all.
But I love everybody because I'm in love with love and people are beautiful. Life is about love and creativity.
Do you want to talk about creativity?
Do you believe in God?
If so is God a male or female and why do you think that? Do you think the world was created magically in just a few days or it took billions of years to be made? What's the purpose of it all?
I can't figure any of this out.
I'm going out to get some ice cream. Breyers. Vanilla bean One of my favorites. Simple, pure, white as the driven snow I hate so much.
Did you know it snowed last year here 3 feet and then another 3 feet on top of that a few days later? It was NUTS! This year I hope the good Lord spares us. She just ought to! She slammed us with some nasty weather last year.
Oh but I got the fireplace draft fixed finally after almost 17 years of living here. I used to have to tape plastic bags over the fireplace hole... what's it called? is it called a hole? You know... the place where you put the logs. Anyway, so last year I sprung for a really cool damper thingy with a puller cord thingy that just fwiiip!... seals the whole thing up. FWIIIPP! That's what it sounds like. Sorta like that... it just seals it so the cold air doesn't come down the flue. Because if it comes down the flue, you could get the flu and then what would you do?
Which reminds me of a poem. Do you want to hear it? Of COURSE you do!
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned so what could they do?
Said the flea, "Let us fly!"
Said the fly, "Let us flee!"
So they flew threw a flaw in the flue.
Who wrote that? I can't remember. Lewis Carroll? Nah... He was better than that. Maybe I wrote it. Nah!... My dad taught it to me. He also taught me this poem...
I eat my peas with honey.
I've done it all my life.
It does taste kind of funny
but it keeps them on the knife.
Haha! Dad was a wit. Funny guy. And smart, too. He was a nuclear physicist. He studied quarks and shit like that. He used to shoot energy into atoms to break them up. A Particle Generator was the machine. It was called the Van der Graph machine (one of the machines he worked with), but I'm not sure if I spelled it right. He worked with lots of machines doing stuff with energy, trying to figure stuff out, why matter and energy work the way they do. He wrote a buncha papers and everything. His name was Donald. He was a PhD. Sometimes when we were kids we called him Donald Doc.
OK well.. that's all for now 'cause I gotta go do something else so when I get back I'll have more to talk about.
Aren't you glad? Of COURSE you are!