Sunday, January 23, 2011

"Well," said the character in "Murder 101", "if it's going to cause trouble between my husband and I..."

I want to throw up!!!! No, I want to run around the room screaming and tearing my hair out.

Yah, that would be real smart, in a household with people who normally go to bed at 10 and I can't spare the hair.

Doesn't matter. They who wrote this line are idiots. "Between" is a preposition. All objects of prepositions are in the OBJECTIVE case, duh?

Between us. Between you and me. Between him and me. Between my husband and me.

HONEST!!!! LEARN IT!!!!

Does it sound funny to you, that "between him and me" part? That's because some imbecile taught you garbage in elementary school. "Sound eddicated. The nominative always sounds more eddicated than the objective."

Get Warriner's "English Grammar and Composition", and get an old edition (nope, grammar hasn't changed that much in fifty years) and save the money. The new editions are up around a hundred dollars now. Get the old one.

I should put in an Amazon link so I can make a few cents if someone actually gets interested.

Speaking of social trends...

The last post came in response to my feelings about this item on the TV.

I am watching "Rescue Renovation" on the DIY Network. Here is a young family in their objectionable home. Pretty wife, pretty husband, two daughters. They move into this repo house and decide the master bath needs fixing. Since they started doing it themselves without having researched bath remodeling first, they tore and tore and tore it up and only when they had all the pieces in the dumpster did they realize they didn't know how to rebuild it.

The shredding lasted a year. During that entire year they had to share the little bathroom with their two daughters.

The show's host represents this as a disaster.

Please tell me what people did when their budding families moved into those GI Cracker Boxes after WW2. A mother, a father, a baby on the way, which quickly turned into two to four kids. Eight hundred fifty square feet, a dog and a cat, three bedrooms (well, usually two to four bedrooms), and ALWAYS ONE BATHROOM. And no one whined and cried and moaned and groaned about how abused they were for having just one bathroom.

Sure, everyone knew there was such a thing as houses with more than one bathroom. Watch "Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House" and you'll see how much they longed for an extra bath. But did starter families claim they were abused? Deprived? I don't think so. What a bunch of whiny little spoilt brats we have become. Imagine if we had to live with the standards 2/3 of the rest of the world knows. Three miles to the nearest well, carrying both your buckets on a pole across your shoulders ...

Just shut up.

By the way, if you're a democrat, try sending a few hundred dollars to some international development agency, get that other village a well so they can go just a few yards for their water. And shut up about our government sending that money, you whiny bitch.

Restaurant fashions? Gud gad.

In 2001 I was having the monthly luncheon with my elderly, rich female friends. Three or four of them had lapsed into a conversation about some popular restaurants in their area, which would be somewhere within five miles of Beverly Hills, on the west side of Los Angeles. To my dismay, they were sharing the news about the latest popular (and probably expensive) restaurant items.

After several exchanges about this or that new restaurant, one of them gushed, "I hear those new Wraps, or is it 'sandwich wraps'? are popular."

These were intelligent, informed women, women I felt so much affinity with that I could be friends with them for the last twenty years. But gushing over the latest restaurant fashions? Please Joe, say it ain't so!

I muttered, "I think this country has too much money," a point immediately agreed upon by a couple of other women there. I'd say I was vindicated but one of the women agreeing with me was one of the rudest, most tactless women you could ever meet.

Shame on me, I guess.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

I have a question

This is about people who give and give and the people who go ahead and accept everything the person has to give.

Let us get this established: the giver is making a choice. Yes, many people do it compulsively. They don't know what else to do, and it's really hard for me to say that they've chosen to give, but yes, indeed, they did. They know that handing over the shirt off their back just because you admired it wasn't absolutely necessary. They know they know they had the option not to do it. But they're afraid; afraid that if they DON'T give you the shirt off their backs they'll lose a potential friend. Some incredible voice inside tells them that to show what a nice person they are, they should give that shirt to the other person (and good things will come of it).

Meanwhile, there is a person who praised the shirt, never expecting the wearer to pull it off and hand it to them. But that's what's happening now. Here's a person they don't even know, giving them a gift. Freely, willingly. Underneath there's a small suspicion that the giver is engaging in "give to get" but you ignore that. Get what? Well, you're supposed to like them when you're accepting and wearing that shirt. They never asked for anything more, did they?

My father was a gift-giver. He gave items worth thousands when it came to his girlfriends. And they took them. Sadly, many of them didn't care about the terms of the exchange. He gave, hoping they'd love him forever; they took, knowing they despised the guy. Eventually they told him they had never really liked him and he should go to hell.

I never heard that any of them gave back the eight thousand dollar sewing machine or the ten thousand dollar antique Turkish carpet.

So now we come to the question.

On the one hand, we have the givers. On the other hand, the takers.

Sure, the givers are making a choice. For some it's even a compulsion, but still they're making a choice. Sometimes it's compelled: "You won't go anywhere at this job unless you put in the extra hours, because we can always find someone who will."

Don't forget, the takers are making a choice, too. They're choosing to accept what's freely offered to them, or what might be offered under compulsion.

My question is, does taking and taking and taking what is usually freely offered, or taking what was coerced by more powerful people or people perceived as more powerful, confer any obligation on the taker? Like maybe ... appreciation, in whatever degree or form you're capable of?

Or is it just fine to say, "Hell, it was your choice, I don't owe you squat"?

I've known people who were capable of taking and taking and taking like this, and even encouraged the giver to commit to more and more work, time, money, whatever, and then smirked and told the giver to get lost. How is this right?

To my dear father

My dear father, Mr. Robert Francis Wiest.

I seem to remember your telling me that it was a terrible idea to sink any money in performance horses. That included even managing the performance horse FARM for people who WANTED to sink their money into performance horses.

Fifteen years later you had eight performance horses.

You're a lying asshole.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Thousands of blackbirds fall from the sky in Arkansas

Evidently they believed the "Global Warming" crap and didn't pack their bags to go south for the winter.

Car Chase Underway After Bank Robbery in South FL

Silver car with blackened windows hurtles down FL highways at speeds in excess of 100mph.

No police car is chasing this guy. There's a police helicopter above him, camera trained on the car, that our fleeing driver is not likely to shake any time soon. I hope they have plenty of fuel, or at the least, more than the car they're following.

I thought the use of helicopters was supposed to stop these high speed chases? After all, our liberals have been calling for an end to car on car pursuits (and replacing them with helicopter pursuits) for at least two decades, haven't they? This was supposed to make the world safe for garbage cans and other cars across he nation. Evil, evil cops and their evil old-fashioned ways.

Wounded Warrior Project

Well, I assume this is a great charity. I assume they spend the money they get properly and that it goes to the right places. Obviously they have a huge fundraising budget, but that's not a problem if it pays off.

Trace Adkins seems to think they're good, and I'll take his word on it.

Now, on another nonte, can you picture a charity of this kind succeeding like this back in the Seventies? Can you picture of charity of this kind at all back in the Seventies? Some of us would have supported it, but in enough numbers to make it worth spending this kind of money on fundraising? Nevah. And this is a good kind of change. We had a lot more wounded military than this during the Vietnam War, it's such a shame we didn't have the love and respect for them that we see here after the Iraq War. Could it be possible that our lefties figured something out? Thirty years ago it was "military personnel are evil" because the idiots couldn't tell the difference between a draftee and his boss or his boss's boss.

Good reason to hate the Left.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

How do you manage to keep taking so much from someone?

You meet someone and it quickly becomes apparent they only want to give to you. It's a disease, they can't help themselves. Give, give, give. They're hoping if they can give enough, you won't hate them. In fact, they'd love it if you loved them.

But you're not one of the people who can respond to this much love in a positive way. You hold this person in contempt. Still, because you're such a narcissist, you think to yourself, "Hey, I didn't make them give and give, it's their choice."

So you feel entitled to take whatever they're giving. And you take. And you take and take and take and take and take.

And then months or years later, BAM!!!! you slug them right in the face with, "I never liked you, I just let you do stuff for me because you wanted to. It was your choice, nobody made you give to me like that."

FUCK YOU