May 30

As you may know I’m a news junkie.  Which means that Spawn winds up reading/watching/listening to a decent amount of current events.  I also talk to him about what’s going on and he’s shown an interest in world/national events since right around 9/11.  It’s impressive how aware he is for a 7th grader.  I haven’t known very many young teens to take such an interest and he’s a smart enough kid to ask questions when he feels he doesn’t really understand what is going on, or, more often, WHY.

Please try to keep 3 things in mind.  1) This is not the actual conversation we had.  It has been paraphrased.  2) It was several days ago and my mind is still reeling, so I may have added or omitted pieces.  3) I did the very best I could.  It was late and I was blindsided.

Scene:  Saturday night, watching the news.

So, Mom?  Why are we in Iraq anyway?

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May 25

No, I’m not on vacation this week.

Saturday: Shrek 3 with Spawn.

Sunday: Clean and purge and rearrange the house (spring cleaning).

Monday: Take Spawn and his friend to see Pirates 3, then to Mom‘s for a barbeque.

Tuesday: Movie night with Princess (The Valet).

Wednesday:  Unsure, possibly ice cream with BG John.

Thursday: Joan Armatrading in concert at the Egg (with Mom, this is her Mother’s Day gift).

Friday: Weird Al in concert at the Palace (with Spawn).

Saturday: (Tent.) 28 Weeks Later with Princess.  Unsure, possibly ice cream with BG John.  Possibly also painting (rooms, not pictures) with BG John.

Sunday: Die from exhaustion.

Sunday: 28 Weeks Later with Princess.

Sunday Night:  Die from exhaustion.

Monday: Reincarnate or reanimate (whichever is cheaper/easier) and start my new project at work.

May 23

While I was grocery shopping today, a girl came up to me and said “You’re a vegetarian.” This is true and not so strange, since I was picking out soy products at the time.

She wanted to know if I knew where she might find a certain meatless product and I helped as best I could (which, admittedly, wasn’t a whole lot). This turned into a conversation about food and varieties thereof, resulting in my standing in the frozen food aisle, giving her a recipe.

This was odd enough that I tried to call a couple of people to relate my story to, all of whom were unavailable. This meant people-watching while I waited for my cab.

The first thing I saw was the politest accident I have ever seen in the parking lot. The people involved were so polite and rationa that I half-expected them to shake hands and greet each other as they assessed the damage. That didn’t actually happen, though.

My attention was drawn from the scene by a car driving by with handcuffs hanging from the rear-view mirror. This is not all that unusual, really, but what dropped my jaw was the driver. A nun. I could tell by her habit.

A few minutes later, I was further surprised by a man coming out of the supermarket with his purchase in hand. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers and nothing else. Oh yes, you read that right, NOTHING else at all. No shoes, no socks and NO PANTS. I’m still trying to figure out how none of the employees noticed, not only his lack of shoes, but that he was in his underwear.

I was relating my experiences to the regular cab driver, but as she doesn’t know me, I’m not entirely sure she believed me. I decided to give her a story of her own to share, so as part of her tip, I gave her a Drumstick (yes, the ice cream cone, not chicken).

May 19

I am not a political blogger, but I am a political person.  I try to keep current on what’s going on in the world and, specifically, in my country.  I have many debates and conversations with others, both informed and underinformed.

I’ve been a member of Digg since November 2005.  (Probably everyone knows what Digg is since the Great Digg Revolt of ’07.)  Not only do I enjoy the user-submitted aspect, but I enjoy being a part of the system that allows the users to determine what is or isn’t "popular".  It’s my kind of (virtual) town.

In my experience, Digg has always been, by default, a polarized place.  When it was focused on technology it was Apple vs. Microsoft vs. Linux; when it moved to add general news and politics, it was divided down party lines as well, but recently there has been an interesting bipartisan cooperation brewing.

If you’ve been paying attention to the Republican debates (which I still think are happening WAY too soon), then you may have noticed the inclusion of a fringe-candidate named Ron Paul.  To be completely honest, the guy strikes me as a joke, but the events that I’ve witnessed on Digg have concerned me. 

Paul is mostly Libertarian, which is fine, but I believe he takes it too far.  Having read as much as I have, I’m concerned that (on the off-chance that he actually won) he would not actually lead the country, or, to rephrase, would actively NOT lead.  My concern is not for him as a Republican candidate, but the idea that he might garner the Libertarian nomination and, with an upcoming election that could better support a third-party candidate than we’ve seen since Ross Perot, that would be a frightening prospect with the tool-like candidates that the two major parties are likely to prop up.

Paul’s supporters think that they have launched a grassroots effort, but in the wake of the Digg Revolt, the tactics have changed from word-of-mouth to an outright spamming.  It’s gone beyond "getting the word out" and has turned into blatantly submitting the same stories from (sometimes) different sources over and over and over and over, ad infitium.

Time was, people created conspiracy theories about a "Bury Brigade".  That is, an organized group of people hell-bent on repressing stories on a specific topic or from a specific source.  Let me tell you, from what I’ve seen, there’s not a whole lot of organization among Digg users at all.  People digg what they like and bury what they don’t and, with few exceptions, the regular users, the community of Digg pretty much just does their own thing.

It broke my heart a little when the users "revolted", whatever their reasons were.  It wasn’t because I disagreed with what they were saying, but because I have invested a decent amount of time and effort into being a part of the Digg community, albeit a quiet one.  To see the entire site flooded with a single issue – one that didn’t matter to a large portion of the community was hard to take, but it was so overwhelming that there really wasn’t much that could be done about it.

That is not the case now.  While the Paul supporters submit and flood the site, it is not the will of the community.  It is not a single instance, surrounding a single issue, but an incessant attack by a small group of people.  And the community is not going to just sit back and watch it happen.

The partisan lines have fallen and the community is uniting.  We may not be able to agree on a computer platform or a socio-economic policy, we may not agree on religion or sexual orientation or nutrition, we may not agree on anything else, but we can agree on one thing:  We are invested in this community and we’re not going to see it fall.

Some might call it united in a hatred of spammers.  Some might call it united against a common enemy, but I think the truth is simpler than that.  We have found a single thing that we all love.  And we are united in that.

Heh…  and probably nothing else };^>

May 17

I bet you think this blog is about you.

Don’t you?

Don’t you?

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May 17

I think I really only have one friend who truly gives it to me straight.  Maybe two.  Most people tell you what it is they *think* you want to hear, but what I want to hear is the truth, even if it hurts sometimes.  But I’ve learned that people treat others not the way they want to be treated, necessarily, but they way they expect to be treated in return.

We all do it to some extent, whether in the gifts we give or the ways we react to the problems of others.  We give what we want hoping it will come back to us, but what we really get in return is what someone else wants.  I suppose what that really means is that when you get to know someone and you learn what they want then you’ll understand what you’re going to get from them.

So I tell people what I think, when they ask, and when I’m worried that they’ll do something potentially harmful to themselves, I say something (never truly expecting them to not do whatever it is).  A lot of people think that I’m going to come back with "I told you so", but I really do my best to avoid that.  It really just adds insult to injury.

But I think that a lot of people who don’t say what they really think, or who keep their opinions fully to themselves WOULD say "I told you so" and, thus, expect it from me.   I almost think that sometimes, some people are a little disappointed if I don’t.

So I’m the one where people say "Don’t tell Fyre…"  (even though they usually tell me anyway, looking for that "mom reaction"), and I hear tell that some folks even go so far as to discuss what my likely reaction will be.  Silly people.  I get to hear the same judgements from people who don’t want to tell the other person, but feel the same way about the similar situation they are in.  So I wind up saying all the "bad stuff" that no one else wants to.  I don’t really mind, since people ask me what I think, and I feel I owe it to them to be honest about whatever it is.

I’ve often found myself in the role of the messenger.  "So-and-so is making a HUGE mistake," someone will say, and I’ll be the only one willing to try to phrase it in a way they’ll actually hear, asking questions like "Have you thought about this aspect?"  or "Do you remember when our mutual friend had a similar experience?"  Not that it really does any good, but I’ve at least been able to do what I can to relieve myself of any possible guilt that could result from not having said anything at all.

Does it make me meddlesome?  Perceived as such, at least, most certainly.  I think of it as being a loyal friend and trying to protect those I care about.  If it’s not received that way, I fully apologize.

The problem is, it’s totally a set up.  "Don’t tell so-and-so" is a set up, as is "Well, I didn’t want to tell you because you would try to talk me out of it…"  I don’t make life decisions for other people, even when they ask me to.  If you want my opinion, I’ll give it.  If you don’t, don’t ask me.

I got a phone call recently from a friend who decided not to tell me something, because she didn’t want me to "talk her out of it."  She started it off with "I have this choice to make.  These are my options and here are the drawbacks to both sides…"  I assumed it was a request for an opinion, but I was wrong.  It was an insulting statement of, "My logical mind tells me I am making a mistake and I know you’re going to see the problems, but I’ve made my decision and I refuse to hear what you have to say on the topic." 

That is a setup.  That is the point where you set me up to be the bad guy and set yourself up to hear "I told you so…" if, like you expect, things don’t work out.  Well FUCK THAT.  All that needed to be said was "My situation has changed in this way and this is the result of it."  Why would anyone put a friend in a situation of "I’m asking for your opinion, but I already know what you think and I don’t give a shit." 

I have to admit, the whole thing is incredibly insulting.  It makes me feel like I’ve been thrust into a role I not only don’t deserve to be in, but I don’t  enjoy it and it doesn’t suit me.  I am not one to say those four HURTFUL words to people.  I’m more likely to offer sympathy and support and, if it needs to be said, let it come from them. 

I started writing this a long time ago, but I was never able to finish it up.  It felt, though it had been going on for a while, like it was about a single instance spanning several people.  At this point, it’s recurring enough for this particular entry to have been dragged out and edited several times.

I’m not the cause of or solution to life’s happiness or sorrow.  The opinions I have are not going to change your life.  Most of my friends call me up so that I can tell them what they already know, but need to hear out loud.  To have that thrown back in my face…  Well I might as well have been spit on.

I refuse to be, by circumstance, the root of someone’s problems.  I refuse to be positioned to take on a role that I am not comfortable with.  I refuse to have a situation twisted so that I am to blame for actions that someone took entirely on their own.

I refuse to say "I told you so…"  Whether I did or not.

And if that means that I need to clean house and reevaluate the people that I have opened up to and allowed myself to think of as "friends", then that’s what it means.  Because I simply cannot do this anymore.

I refuse.

May 16

Sometimes everything breaks all at once. Not like dishes or clocks, but real stuff like the ways businesses operate or plans you make or friendships.

Everything is breaking… maybe even me a little. Too many things are broken and I’m starting to wonder how many of them are even worth trying to fix.

May 15

I’m a regular at the corner store near my house.  I try to buy my smokes there, simply because it’s cheaper than most other places.  As a result, most of the employees recognize me and don’t bother IDing me over and over again.

Also, at 31, I don’t often get carded, but when I do, I take it in stride, since the general rule is "You’re supposed to card anyone who looks like they’re under [40 or 50 or 60, depending]".

So, I didn’t think anything of it when the (new) girl behind the counter asked for my ID.  What surprised me, though, was her reaction.  Her eyes got wide and her jaw dropped.  She looked at me and back at my ID and said "WHOA!  I’m sorry.  You look really young.  I mean, REALLY young."

She sheepishly handed my ID back to me as I thanked her for the "compliment".  I assume it was the way I was wearing my hair that did it, but I tend to look younger than I am…  strangely enough it’s been that way pretty much since I had my kid.  However, she was really shocked by my age.  I think she may have thought that I was in high school!

I suppose it’s a compliment, but at 31/32, I don’t really want to look fully half my age just yet.  There’s a fine line between looking young for your age and not actually looking like an adult.  I think I prefer looking like an adult…  and I’m SURE that my 13 year old kid would prefer that too.  Heh.

May 14

The Gamer Girl has been a friend of mine for probably 4 years now, but I only met her for the first time in January.  She’s one of those rare people that I met online and immediately knew that this was someone I MUST be friends with.  Even though we’ve always lived states and states away from each other, we would email, chat online, talk on the phone and (*gasp*) even send each other postal mail.  I used to refer to her as an "imaginary friend" until she stopped being imaginary to me.  However, I think that some of my friends may think that she actually IS imaginary, since she’s had to cancel a few times and when she has come up here everyone else just happens to be out of town.

This time, we had planned it all out.  She was bringing her mom up for Tulip Fest and we would hang out.  As things are wont to do in my life, as plans got made, more plans started to sneak in and, next thing I knew, I had things booked up like crazy.  Not only was I going to meet GG’s mother, but she would meet mine, and my son, and my neice, and my stepfather, and at least one of my brothers and pretty much the entire side of my mother’s family, due to a family milestone birthday being celebrated that weekend.

After the first night and the big party and all, I asked Spawn what he thought of GG.  His reply was "I wasn’t expecting her to be…  that."  I asked what he meant.  "Well, she’s really a lot like you.  I mean a LOT like you.  Like, your clone…  only, you don’t look alike."  I decided during that conversation that, instead of saying "my friend GG", I’m just going to refer to her as "my Persian counterpart."  Heh.

And he’s right to some extent.  We have the same irreverence.  We have similar perspectives on life.  We don’t take much seriously – especially ourselves.  We both do some STUPID shit, and then laugh about it.  We live weird shit lives and have the whole time we’ve been on earth, so we’re, both of us, rarely surprised at the weird shit that happens pretty regularly.  I can call GG and tell her a story about something incredibly stupid that I did or incredibly weird and surreal that happened and she won’t say "Only you, Fyre…  only you," because it happens to her TOO!

But it was the "we share a mind" episodes, I think, that really hammered it home for Spawn, and probably for my mom.  When the Child of Chaos pulled up her skirt to wipe her mouth (heh), GG started to explain, "No, no, honey, you use a napkin, but if there isn’t a napkin…"  and in unison we stated "First, you use your sleeve."  No, it’s not something we’ve practiced or, as far as I know, heard before.  It’s just the way it is and we had it word for word, in unison, with the same inflection and mimicry of wiping your mouth on your sleeve.  Later, when Spawn explained to us that he could phase , through intangible things , GG and I wound up with the same snort – sound, cadence, length – again, in unison.  This time, though, instead of sitting across from each other, I was sitting behind her in a car and there was no way we could have planned it with a look.  The look on Spawn’s face at two people having the same reaction without having planned it was priceless.

It’s left him wondering if there are more of us out there…  Considering we two were born in different countries, continents even, it makes me wonder if there’s one of us on each continent or in each country.  Seeing as we’ve only found each other, it’s unlikely that we’re popping up all over the place.  I think the simple realization of "There is more than one!!!" is frightening enough for most people who already think that one of me is MORE than enough for the whole world ;-)

May 14

Many years ago my mother told me that she thought we went about Mother’s Day all wrong.  Instead of subjecting moms to a forced day with their children, instead, moms should get the day OFF.  A day of relaxation away from her children would be more appreciated than anything else.

It made sense to me at the time and it’s made me more aware of the intelligence of this plan, especially as I watched the mothers with their children yesterday. 

There was the mother in the restaurant with three small children.  Her husband seemed to be helping, but they were outnumbered.  Mom wasn’t able to enjoy "her" special day brunch because of the attention that her children needed.  There was the mother in the park who had a baby in her arms, a small child attached to her leg and an older one leaning in on her other side.  The husband/father was walking several feet ahead of her and when he turned to shout that she wasn’t coming along fast enough, her reply was "I have three children clinging to me.  I can’t even move."  He walked ahead without them.  Happy fucking mother’s day.

In concept it’s a great idea and probably for mothers whose children are older and the few exceptions with little ones, it’s great in reality, but for the vast majority of moms (with young children, especially), it’s a hassle of taking the children on an outing.  It’s less about the dad and/or kids making mom feel loved and appreciated than it is patting themselves on the back for making any sort of effort at all.

Spawn and I have a Mother’s Day tradition of going to Tulip Fest.  This year, he didn’t get the chance to make me breakfast because we took all the moms (more on that later) to brunch, though he usually does and does a good job.  I noticed that, at 13, he spent most of the day asking me, "What do YOU want to do?" and going out of his way to be pleasant and helpful.  He has often been this way around holidays.  He thinks well of people and tends to keep himself in check – to not be argumentative, to let things roll off his back a little more than usual.

But it seems like he’s the exception.  How about this for a change?  Instead of feeling like you have to buy the obligatory flowers and cards and force your mom or the mom of your children to spend "quality time" with the kids while she works harder than usual because you’re in a nice restaurant or out at an event, give her a spa day or take the kids and give her the house to yourself.  It’s not about the children feeling special because they told mom they love her, it’s about actually trying to make your mom feel appreciated.

I wish more mothers didn’t have to see Mother’s Day as a burden.

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