I say good riddance! June 27, 2009
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I’m not going to apologize to anyone for what I am about to say. I say good riddance to Michael Jackson. Thank God he can’t hurt any more kids. And to those of you who are going to rail on me about the “justice” system and how people are innocent until proven guilty and all that crap. Talk to all of the victims of crimes who have been screwed over by “lady” justice and paid the price because some criminal has enough cash to pay a high priced lawyer to get away with what they do (cough, coughMichaelJacksoncough, cough).
I swear he purposely read the text books on what child molesters look like and then fashioned his life around it. Amusement park on his estate? Most child molesters have to make do with having a few kids’ toys around to entice their victims. Petting zoo? Most child molesters maybe have a puppy. And FYI, most child molesters have “Peter Pan Syndrome”-that’s why they can’t have normal adult relationships. Michael wrote the book on that too. His relationships are the very definition of “abnormal”. I could go on and on. I will be interested to see what Prince Michael I and Prince Michael II, or whatever those poor, home grown victims names are, have to say about Daddy Dearest when they are old enough to speak out.
So forgive me, if I am just a little bit disgusted that the whole world is deifying this pathetic excuse for a human being.
Hey, does anybody care that Farrah died? Apparently not. Too bad, because THAT is a real loss and tragedy.
To all the men who wonder why… April 21, 2009
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Stephenie Meyer, books, movies.Tags: Stephenie Meyer, Twilight movie, Twilight saga, vampires
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By now, if you haven’t heard something about Twilight then you are either a monk or severly out of touch with pop culture. Like many ‘of my kind’ I have long anticipated the movie version of the story I could not put down. Now, I can’t seem to put the movie ‘down’ either. I have Netflixed it twice, watched it, in whole and/or part, nine times and am resigned to the fact that I am going to have to just go out and buy it.
Now let me say that I am not one of the those people. I rarely read a book more than once (although I did have to read book six of Harry Potter before book seven came out but only because it had been so dang long, I couldn’t remember what happened at the end of book six). I own many movies that I have never watched a second time, the Matrix, Meet Joe Black and for reasons I can’t quite explain, Never Been Kissed–the exceptions.
So to all of you men and some women out there who have seen the movie, but not read the book, and are left wondering how some “suburban white kid movie” (I love that quote, Chammie–I plan to use it a lot) has left their wife…girlfriend…mother?….panting after a crazy haired, pasty looking, dead boy: you have to read the book to truly understand…and even then, you probably won’t get it. So I am here to enlighten you….or at least shine a flashlight into the abyss so you can try to find your way out.
Here’s what you don’t know. The thing that gets me, grabs me, keeps me coming back over and over and over…
You know that scene in the movie where Edward is sitting at the piano playing a song for Bella? What the movie doesn’t show you is that Edward hadn’t played the piano for a long time before Bella came into his life and the song he is playing for her is a song she inspired him to write.
What girl doesn’t want to be an object of desire so inspiring, so beautiful, so sexy that her man is moved to write music beautiful enough to make angels weep?
Another painfully inadequate scene in the movie is the restaurant in Port Angeles. What you don’t see, is that Edward tips the very attractive hostess to seat them somewhere more private (much to her chagrin) after she has dismissed Bella as a platonic friend of Edward’s and then proceeded to obviously flirt with him. In the novel, their waitress is also an extremely attractive woman who flirts shamelessly with Edward while doing her best to be dismissive of Bella. How does Edward handle this? (Take note here men.) He does not fawn and preen and flirt back. No! Instead, he does what we all hope and wish for out of our own men. He is completely oblivious to all other women but Bella. He never takes his eyes off her, he ignores the hostess and the waitresses’ advances as if they never occurred. They might as well be ugly monkey men as far as he acknowledges.
There isn’t anything sexier in a man than his utter devotion. If you want to win your girl’s heart and soul, the ability to refrain from a double take when you walk past a supermodelish female at the mall is a really great place to start.
My favorite scene in the movie is the scene where Edward drives Bella to school the first time. While he’s looking like the cat that ate the canary and she is looking exceedingly uncomfortable with being the center of attention everyone else stares in shock and disbelief.
I think even most guys can understand the emotions behind this one. What person hasn’t fantasized about the guy or girl who is so clearly out of their league? What better fantasy than to have that person so smitten with you, that they are proud and delighted to parade in front of God and everyone with you on their arm? I can’t think of anything more intoxicating: that level of devotion from someone you are so taken with yourself, not to mention the massive self-esteem boost.
To someone who hasn’t read the novel, heck even someone who has, the speed and ease with which Bella accepts not only that her crush is a vampire, but one who has killed people, before she knows that he currently hunts only animals is something quite unbelieveable. I mean, I know most of us have had a thing for a bad boy at one time or another and Lord knows most of us think we love a project–but this is just ridiculous!
Maybe it would help you to understand (probably not), if you knew that the “revelation” of how his skin sparkles in sunlight, his ability to read minds and the fact that he can run like lightening through the woods doesn’t happen as immediately in the novel as it does in the movie. He doesn’t profess his love to her on the first date. In the novel she has quite a bit more time to develop trust in him. All of the revelations about what he is and what he can do, aren’t made in that one quick encounter in the woods.
Regardless of how anyone else feels about it, it’s going to be a favorite for me for a long time to come. If you still don’t understand, that’s o.k. We barely understand you most of the time, so we’re even.
O.k. I’m a loser. September 9, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in surreal, writer's block.11 comments
I got sucked into a vortex of self pity and laziness. So that’s my excuse and I’m stickin’ to it, because it’s the truth. At least you don’t have to live with me. Ask my hubby, he’ll tell you.
Thanks for the comments and I will be replying to everything I missed as soon as I can and posting something more substantial after that.
Sheets…sheesh! August 2, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Random Observations.5 comments
I just saw 800 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets on a discounter’s website.
At what point does it stop being a sheet and become a tarp?
“Because my skin is brown…” July 28, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in family, kids, racism, transracial adoption.5 comments
Last night my heart broke in two when my five year old son told my husband that he didn’t want to go to kindergarten because “the kids will make fun of me and tease me, because my skin is brown.”
I knew this time would come, I just hoped it wouldn’t be this soon. I should have guessed and been more prepared after I overheard one of the boys at his preschool when he was 3 1/2 call for him by saying, “Hey black kid, your mom is here.” Another three year old. And said in a totally matter of fact, unmalicious tone. But at that moment, I should have known that my beautiful boy was already being exposed to the kind of thinking that lead up to the stunning realization last night that my child feels that he is “less than” because he has more melanin in his skin than some of the other kids.
{Edit: I realized in re-reading this post that it seems that I have taken a bigger leap than I have. I failed to mention that several girls in his four year old kindergarten class told him they didn’t like him and he couldn’t play with them because his skin was brown and not white. This revelation has sparked months of conversations about skin color and took a toll on his easygoing, happy-go-lucky personality. These were girls that previously had no problems with playing with him and considered him their friend. Whether the color of his skin was the real reason they didn’t want to play with him anymore, 4-5 is the age when they start noticing differences in skin color and understanding that there are social implications connected to skin color. Whether they get it from t.v. or their parents is pretty irrelevant to me. I just think it’s sad that somewhere they heard or decided that brown skin color might be a good thing to pick on a kid about. Though I realize that children will latch on to the most obvious difference and make it a “bad” thing, it’s a pretty diverse center with lots of children of color. It doesn’t appear that this was a “blanket” policy for these girls. Whatever the reason the girls decided to pick on him about his skin color, the impact it has had on my child is what made me so sad when I first wrote this post. Whether it’s racism or not, is open to interpretation. I have certainly not identified it that way to my son. I just tell him that some kids pick on other people to make themselves feel better because they don’t like themselves very much and we should feel sorry for them. Then I focus on how smart and handsome and talented he is (he can run like the wind–it’s truly an amazing thing to see when he gets going full speed–and not just fast, but graceful and effortless).}
In a time when we might very well have the first black president of the United States being elected in a few months, I thought just maybe….
In a world where the internet has removed the physical barriers between people. Where you can chat with someone from the Philippines or Moscow in the blink of an eye… I hoped….
I guess I was an idiot…
Now I’m left with, “Damn…I should have been more prepared for this.”
I read all the right books. I asked all the right questions. But you are never prepared when the one who is your whole world is hurt by hate or ignorance.
All those people who will never see him for anything but “that black kid” will never know the sparkling eyes, the impish grin, the incredibly witty sense of humor…
They will miss out on the unboundless love and affection that this child carries within him.
What a shame…
These…are….the…days… July 23, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Random Observations, family, kids.5 comments
Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like the world is slightly tilted? You are off-balance. Nothing goes right. Everyone seems to be trying to make your life a living hell.
Yep, been one of those days.
Oddly, the song that has been running through my head all day is “These are the Days” by 10,000 Maniacs. Natalie Merchant has been taunting me for hours.
Somehow, I don’t think these are the kind of memories that she had in mind.
Another offender gets away with it due to a technicality… July 21, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Child Safety, GPS for sex offenders, Things that **** me off!, child molester, sex offender, sexual predator laws, victims.4 comments
In my post on child molesters being someone you know well, Cindy commented about Triny Portillo (Trinidad Portillo) only serving a few months of a ten year sentence and she is absolutely correct. I did some digging of my own and he is GUILTY! But definitely NOT a registered sex offender.
When are lawmakers going to wake up and realize that child molesters can’t be rehabilitated or “cured”? They can no more overcome their sexual preference for children than a gay person can force themselves to be straight or a straight person can force themselves to be gay. They are turned on by children, they need to have sex with or fantasize about children to achieve sexual gratification.
Hey, how about I tell you, Joe Straight Citizen that you can never again have sex with a female as long as you live. How about you Joe Gay Citizen? No sex with a man again ever? How is that going to sit with you?
Do you think you could do it? Not have sex with any person that you are attracted to for the rest of your life? Thaaaaat’s right…. I thought not!
So tell me, people! Why do lawmakers thinks that pedophiles and child predators can just turn it off whenever they want? They CAN’T!!!!!! So cut the crap about how “at risk” for re-offending a sicko is and just make all the S.O.B.’s register! For the love of God!
When do children stop being chattel and start having the right to be free from being pawed by some twisted psycho who molested 20 other kids before, got caught once, spent an amount of time in jail that is less than what they would have gotten if they had abused an animal, but since they were a “first time” offender and “non-violent” and they are “very, very sorry officer-I won’t do it again-I promise”—DON’T HAVE TO REGISTER AS A SEX OFFENDER?!!!!! So guess what judge, lawmaker, lawyer who got the nutbag a reduced sentence?! Now he’s working at the daycare center where your child attends! Still think he’s a low risk for re-offending?
When are people going to stand up and defend our children from the evil we already know?! We can’t do much of a damned thing about the wackos who haven’t been caught yet, but why the HELL do we allow the other bastards to get out of jail and do it all over again!?
Follow up to comment about Bryce L. Ewing July 21, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Child Safety, GPS for sex offenders, Things that **** me off!, child molester, sex offender, sexual predator laws.add a comment
This post refers to a comment received from Darcy, on a post I made over a year ago on Global Positioning of Child Predators. It has taken me a while but, it is true that there was a case against Bryce L. Ewing.
Given his age (about 80), I can see why the judge bought the Alzheimer’s disease plea. However, if his Alzheimer’s is so bad that he isn’t competent to stand trial, then he probably shouldn’t be living alone and certainly not driving (if he is).
I am hoping that his Alzheimer’s will make it impossible for him to repeat any criminal acts that he may have committed, due to constant supervision. I am very sorry for the families and children who were hurt by this man. At least there is public record of the charges that will show up on criminal background checks. Not that anyone would hire someone with Alzheimer’s, but if that was a ruse–then at least he shouldn’t be able to get a job working with children anywhere.
It’s truly unfortunate that no victims came forward earlier, when competency might not have been an issue. I personally don’t care if he has Alzheimer’s. Automatically enter a plea of “not guilty” then and let the facts and testimony fall where they may. I don’t think it should matter if a legal adult is “incompetent”. If they are capable of committing a crime against another person and that can be proved by evidence, then the person is a danger, regardless of their competency and society should be protected from them.
The doves are gone… June 18, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Home, animals.5 comments
I guess the young ones finally had the strength to fly further. I see no sign of them this morning, except for all the poop they left behind on my rail. Who knew?!
Well, it was fun while it lasted. I guess I will just have to go back to bear watching and chipmunk watching. I’ll have to post about the bear we had in our yard a couple of weeks back. later.
Doves living on my deck…and I don’t mean Unilever employees! June 17, 2008
Posted by Mrs Flipphead in Dove, Home, animals.2 comments
But maybe they are spies…Hmmmm….. For some odd reason, two fledgling doves and their mommy have taken up residence on my deck. The babies sit all day waiting for mommy to bring them dinner. THAT’s an interesting sight. I have never had the pleasure of witnessing a mother bird regurgitating dinner for her babies before, now I have seen it more times than I care to count. Actually, it really is very interesting and sweet. They huddle together, basking in the sun on the top of the deck rail. Occasionally, they fly down to the deck to peck around.
I was worried that they couldn’t fly yet, but last night one of them was up in the tree with it’s mama. I couldn’t figure out where the other one was and was worried that a cat or possum got him. But they were both back this morning. We don’t have a bird feeder that has anything doves would be interested in, so I’m not sure why they have set up shop on our deck.
The boys are loving it though. I have thought about putting out something in the yard so the mama won’t have to fly so far from her babies to find enough food for both of them. She has to be exhausted. She is gone all day, comes back and feeds them both, then flies off again for hours (I assume, in search of food). I don’t really know enough about birds to know if this is a bad idea or not. I mean, I guess we feed the finches and the humming birds and occasionally put out corn for the squirrels, but I’m not sure what doves eat anyway.
I have wondered where the papa is, because I have heard that mourning doves mate for life. So far, I haven’t seen him though. Maybe he is back at the nest with the new eggs. I know from the aviary we had, at the nursing home that I worked at for a time, that the doves bred like rabbits. Unfortunately, in that scenario, the male doves would kick the babies out of the nest just before the female laid new eggs. Then they would peck the babies to death by plucking all the feathers out and letting the babies starve. It was really brutal. I finally had to ask the company to take the doves and the canaries out of the aviary and just leave the finches, because it was so upsetting to the residents. I suppose, in the wild, they spend so much time searching for food to feed themselves and the babies that they already have that they don’t have time to mate and make more babies.
Anybody know enough about doves to explain why they aren’t in a nest somewhere? Too big for the both of them? I can’t remember how many eggs the ones in the aviary laid at one time, but maybe they don’t usually have twins so there is no room at the inn, so to speak?
