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Migrating to WordPress

Hello friends and lovers. I'm pleased to announce, after years of prodding, that I am (slowly) migrating from Blogger to WordPress. I appreciate your patience during this time. I will do my best to migrate quickly!

Halloween Playlist

Halloween Playlist
It's that time of year again! The nights (and days) are growing colder and scary movies are arriving from my Netflix queue. Who else loves spiced apple cider and pumpkin carving? Good, me too.

Halloween is my favorite holiday and in celebration I've compiled the perfect Halloween playlist. Ghouls, goblins, and Jack-o-Lanterns deserve a killer soundtrack. My Halloween playlist track list is below; it's got a little bit of something for everyone. Happy haunting!

Happy Halloween- A Mix by @lediamedia
1. Halloween Theme John Carpenter
2. Monster Mash Dr. Demento
3. Ghostbusters   
4. This Is Halloween Danny Elfman
5. Jump in The Line Harry Belafonte
6. Halloween Wade Denning & Kay Lande
7. I Put A Spell On You Bette Midler
8. Superstition Stevie Wonder
9. Thriller 2011 (DJ Flight & DJ Favorite Special Intro Mix) Michael Jackson
10. The Boogie Monster Gnarls Barkley
11. Don't Fear The Reaper Blue Oyster Cult
12. The Twilight Zone Theme
13. Time Warp Rocky Horror Picture Show
14. Evil Night Together Jill Tracy
15. Disturbia Rihanna
16. Zombie Natalia Kills
17. Monster Lady Gaga
18. Howlin' For You The Black Keys
19. Feed My Frankenstein Alice Cooper
20. Danse macabre, Op. 40 Camille Saint-Saƫns
21. Howl Florence + The Machine
22. Somebody's Watching Me Rockwell
23. Murder in the Red Barn Tom Waits
24. Werewolves Of London Warren Zevon
25. Spooky Jookie Man Man
26. Halloween Siouxsie & The Banshees
27. I Put A Spell On You The Screamin' Jay Hawks
28. Dracula's Wedding (Feat. Kelis) Andre 3000
29. Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor Johann Sebastian Bach
30. Vampire Smile Kyla La Grange
31. The Horror Of Our Love Ludo
32. The Allure Beats Antique
33. Step into My Coffin Zombie Ghost Train
34. Dead Man's Party Oingo Boingo
35. Blood Theme Daniel Licht
36. Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) David Bowie
37. Seven Devils Florence + The Machine
38. Dig Up Her Bones Misfits
39. Werewolf Cat Power
40. The Exorcist Theme

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What are your favorite Halloween tracks? Please share in the comments below.

Autumn, a time of mellow fruitfulness


Fall is almost here.

Halloween costume stores are popping up all over the city and the nights are getting cooler.

Does anyone else feel like they missed summer? The poolside drink recipes I found on Pinterest never made it to fruition. I didn't make it to an amusement park to check in at every ride on FourSquare. Hell, I didn't even make it to the state fair this year; I will never know what deep fried Kool-Aid tastes like!

I'm okay with it, though. I've made peace with it (much like the summer loves of years past) and have decided rock the HELL out of Autumn.

autumn leaves
Fall: harvest, bounty, change, cycle, transition, preparation.

John Keats describes Autumn as a time of 'mellow fruitfulness'.

What do you think of when you hear 'Fall'?

I think of reaping the rewards of hard work, thankfulness, and rejoicing. I also think of animals preparing for winter as they enjoy the last warm, sunny days before the ground freezes and the world is still.

How will you be celebrating the season? Please share in the comments.

Writer's block

I've been trying to publish a blog post for months -- MONTHS I tell you!

Don't get me wrong, I've sat down to write a post (or twelve) and none of them were fit to print. For one reason or another, I decided against publishing my posts.

If you can't laugh at yourself, you can always laugh at this dog.

I have GOT to stop taking myself so seriously.

Leo's Pet Care

When it comes to my dog's health care, I am a total Dog Mom (cue "I Love My Dog" by Cat Stevens). I am picky, picky, picky about where I take my dog and have struggled to find a reliable vet in the Indianapolis area. 

Past vet experiences have left me skeptical -- is there a vet that exists that cares about my dog as much as I do? I'm happy to report that my search is finally over; Leo's Pet Care is committed to my dog's health and well-being as much as I am! 

Beyond that, Whiskey absolutely adored Dr. Greg Magnusson and his staff. I felt comfortable leaving her in his care.

 Leo's Pet Care is an independent veterinary clinic and will
refer you to the best veterinary specialists available.
 
I took Whiskey (winner of Slingshot SEO's first Cutest Pet Contest) to Leo's Pet Care for a spaying surgery as well as yearly check-up. I was nervous about the surgery and the entire staff did their best to quiet my fears and assure me that she would recover quickly. It was refreshing to be surrounded by people who not only understood why I was nervous but did their best to explain away my fears.

Part of my visit included a standard exam. During this exam Dr. Greg found an issue with her teeth; She had not one but two cracked molars. She had been chewing on something that she wasn't supposed to be (shocking!) and hurt herself in the process. Luckily he noticed the cracks before they became infected or worse, saving my dog from agony down the road.

What's interesting about the cracked molars (to me at least) is that I get her teeth cleaned every eight weeks and they had failed to mention her discomfort to me. He spotted and corrected a problem that others neglected to notice.

Follow-up calls, tweets & a hand-written note?
Talk about customer service!

Visit Highlights
  • Clean, modern facilities: the exam table moves up and down! My dog thought she was on an amusement park ride!
  • Knowledgeable and friendly staff
  • Clear explanation of procedure as well as a facility tour
  • Follow-up calls AND tweets throughout the entire surgery: when Dr. Greg was sent straight to my voice mail, he sent me a DM on Twitter to make sure I knew Whiskey was in recovery, safe and sound.
  • Straight-forward billing – no surprise charges
  • Handwritten thank-you note
  • Quick prescription delivery (as well as a new chew toy and personalized pet tag)
  • Key chain and wallet card with Whiskey's photo and vaccination information
I will be trusting Leo's Pet Care with all of my dog's future care. He is truly an animal advocate.

For additional information or to schedule an appointment please visit www.leospetcare.com.


Become a Fan of Leo's Pet Care on Facebook

 
 Follow Dr. Greg (@IndianapolisVet) on Twitter

CoolCussing.com

Have you checked out CoolCussing yet, trash slap?

You literally spin two wheels, Vegas Style, to create new swear words.

Some are absolutely ridiculous (meat machine, trash snake); some are offensive (rectum pie, poop dangler). All of them are hilarious. I've been spinning for almost a week (for a few minutes a day) and have yet to see a repeat.

Go ahead and laugh! It's hilarious!

 Check it out for yourself, sissy hat! Share some of your favorite new swear words in the comments below.

Beyond being a hilarious time-waster, CoolCussing is a new idea (from some really cool dudes) that is encouraging ingenuity and cultivating creativity.

Try to use bull brain in a sentence today.

They actually respond to their followers. How refreshing!

I have to give them mad props for their aggressive Social Media strategy. They are constantly engaging their users (no really, they do!) and asking us to spread the word. CoolCussing actually answers questions and asks them, too. Perhaps they've read my post about about Twitter etiquette?

Femme Fatale review

I hope none of you are shocked by the success of Britney Spears' latest album Femme Fatale. Tonight her second MTV exclusive special airs at 9 PM EST; millions of people will watch live and even more will stream the special online.

Femme Fatale is the perfect synthesis of old and new Britney. The lyrics are provocative, the beats are layered, and the tone is somewhat chaotic but still cohesive. Rolling Stone gave it four stars; her surprise Las Vegas performances were a smashing success.

Britney performing 'Big Fat Bass' at Rain Nightclub in Las Vegas.

Yes, the critics and haters are still mad that she isn't the dancing machine she once was; amazing music isn't enough? I have no doubt that she will blow every one's mind during her US Femme Fatale tour that's kicking off soon.


Britney knocks it out of the park Everytime. She is Stronger than ever. Yes, she had a break down awhile ago. Yes she has kids and survived two divorces... is that really that Outrageous these days? No. Move on. She has. Despite the tabloid explosions and sell-outs of family and close friends, she continues to make new (incredible) music. She continues to tour (and sell millions of tickets).

Her seventh studio album is fantastic. What's your favorite track(s)?

Femme Fatale

My favorite five tracks
  1. Seal It With a Kiss
  2. Criminal
  3. He About To Lose Me
  4. Gasoline
  5. Til The World Ends
It was incredibly hard for me to choose only five favorite tracks. There is something appealing about every one of the 16 tracks on the album. Britney showcases complex beats and clever lyrics.

I can be your treble/you can be my bass? 
Spot on, B. Spot on.

I've asked Danielle Look to write a legit review of Femme Fatale. Stay tuned, it's going to be boss.

If you'd like to listen to Femme Fatale, send me a tweet. I invite all the haters to give Femme Fatale five spins. I guarantee you will be toe tappin' and head bobbin' in no time.

Happy Valentine's Day

Isn't Valentine's Day the worst? It's hard enough to love yourself completely, let alone someone else.

Whether or not you have a 'special someone', I'd like to tell you that you are someone special.

Yes, it's okay to laugh. I'm the Queen of Cheese.

But really, you are incredible, just the way you are.

 The media paints a completely unattainable standard for women (and men, too). A body type that does not exist in reality is all we are exposed to; who can't be perfect with perfect lighting, make up, wardrobe, and Photoshop?

Go home and write this on your scale. Better yet, throw it out.

I ask that this Valentine's Day you celebrate your individual beauty, both inside and out. I also encourage you to call/text/tweet/Facebook/email (at least) three women in your life and tell them just how flawless they are and why they deserve respect and love.

I'd also like to bring to your attention this simple truth: if the only kind of love you are seeking is romantic, you are missing out on more love (and life) than you can fathom. Real love exists in every imaginable shape and form.

Legitimate poster from my living room wall.

Below you will find an amazing lecture called 'Killing Us Softly' by Jean Kilbourne. Do you know how deep the rabbit hole of women in advertising goes? You might be surprised. Total run time of the presentation is a little over 30 minutes.









Please let me know what you thought about Jean Kilbourne's lecture; if there is one thing I love to do, it's dish about media influence.

Guided meditation

This week I realized that January has almost passed me by and I haven't tried getting and staying centered as much as I should have. I panicked, I Googled, I Page Ranked my results.
My search was fruitful: did you know that one can download guided mediation CDs? I guess I'm not the only person who has trouble getting (staying) centered. Turns out the meditation business is a profitable industry to get into: everybody is selling soothing voices and rhythmic beats at reasonable prices to help others reach Nirvana. Sweet.

Who knew I was one download away from Nirvana?

I settled on Guided Meditation: Revitalize Mind, Body and Spirit based on cover alone and eagerly waited for it to download. It took forever.

I imported it into iTunes, I lit a (serenity) candle, and I pressed play.

A deep voice welcomed me to the serenity I was about to find and congratulated me on taking my first step towards mental revitalization.  I was told to sit with my back straight in an upright position; apparently no one finds bliss while laying in bed.

I was also informed that, due to the nature of this recording, stereo headphones needed to be used.

My guard was immediately up.

What are you going to tell me that you don't want anyone to overhear, Kelly? Don't try to subliminally message me, either. I've seen Inception. I know what's up.

I took a deep breath, plugged headphones into my iPod, and restarted track one. I had already heard the first part (about the headphones) so I fast forwarded a few minutes. I seriously misjudged how long the deep voice actually spoke, because when I pressed play again I was lost.

I restarted my guided mediation for the third time. Time passed. I closed my eyes and felt calm wash over me.  I let Kelly's voice ease me into the quiet.

Then I heard the dog whimper. I ignored it. The whimpering turned to whining.

Don't let the pig fool you; she does not want me to find Nirvana.
I opened one eye so she wouldn't notice me giving her attention and told her to shut it. Another minute passed and the whining evolved into a chair bump. Lather, rinse, repeat.

"Mommy is trying to find serenity right now, Precious. I will play with you after I'm centered."

Bang!
Bump!
Belly Rub!

I finally met her belly rub quota for the hour and relaxed back into Kelly's voice. I focused on the task at hand: I was supposed to feel how smooth the stone was. I can do that! Meditation is a snap!

That is one smooth stone! Check out how smooth this is, Kelly! Life is a garden, dig it.

Then I heard the voices.

I don't mean like 'the voices were speaking to me', I mean the horribly over-dubbed voice recording that was pasted onto the track.

It told me that I am confident, I am successful. Those are nice things to hear and all, but it would mean much more not coming from a creepy voice. I warned you about subliminal messages, Kelly! I told you not to mess with this!

I did finish the first track but I don't think guided mediation is for me. I laughed too much to really get peaceful. I was willing to follow her inside a mountain of light to ask a stone questions about my future, but I draw a line at creepers up in my headphones.

I'm a skeptic at heart, Kelly. You never had a chance.

I'm hoping my next foray into enlightenment is more successful.



If you are interested in listening to forest raindrops, click here.

Skins US: ironically, sex doesn't sell

I finally did it. I broke down and watched the premiere episode of Skins US.

I did my best to stay away from it based solely on the reaction from my Twitter time line. The general reaction was a negative one and I had no desire to see why.

Instead of watching the premiere I re-watched the first episode of Skins Vol. 1 'Tony' on Instant Netflix. I was instantly reminded why I loved this show so much; the kids are 'bad', the content is 'edgy' and the situations are 'ridiculous'. It's everything one could want in a teen drama, uncensored.

Huge mistake. My curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to watch the US version to compare notes.

Cast of Skin US could be breaking child pornography statutes? Say what now?

What I saw was pretty much the exact same story line from the first episode of the BBC America series (also titled 'Tony') with several key differences.
    • Less swearing
    • Less nudity
    • Less drug use
After 45 minutes of deja vu I sat in silence. That's it? That's it?! I felt cheated! All this hype and controversy over something I've seen before (and done better)? I expected more, considering the original series. People are upset because of something that we have seen before? Really America?

Taco Bell pulled their ads from the series because it was too racy; the parent company of MTV asked the show to 'tone it down'; there is even a debate about future episodes breaking child pornography statutes.

Is America really that shocked to see teenagers acting like, get this, teenagers! You may not have experimented with sex and drugs, listened to terrible R & B music and used preposterous slang when you were in high school, but that doesn't mean no one else did, either.

As a culture we are bombarded with sexual messages. The average teenager is exposed to hundreds of sexual images daily. What older generations find racy and offensive (such as Skins) is now normal. What, you expected us not to notice? Silly rabbit.

According to the American Academy of Pediatrics, 75 percent of prime-time programs contain sexual content. Only 14 percent of those incidents mention any risks or responsibilities that go along with sexual activity.

The first generation of BBC America's Skins, which premiered in Jan 2007.

We use sex to sell cars and cleaning supplies but featuring it on a cable network's (copy cat) show is unthinkable! Teenagers could get the wrong idea from a show they have (probably) already seen. 

I'm not saying I am for or against Skins US, but I will say this: our society's completely dis-ownership of sexual identity is no longer acceptable. We leave the most important 'talks' to school's with not-so-hidden agendas and television programming that doesn't reflect reality (remember that 14 percent from earlier?) and consequences. How lazy are we going to allow ourselves to get?

Talk to teens about the reality of the themes discussed on Skins.

'16 and Pregnant' lowered the US teen birthrate. What will an honest conversation with the youth of our nation prevent? What will it inspire?

Puritanism is so 2010, y'all. Knowledge is power.

If you'd like to see what all the fuss is about, you can view it on MTV.com. You'll have to enter your birth date, though. This is intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE only. The BBC America series can be viewed here.

Digital roam

For some reason, the discontinuance of Goog-411 hit me hard.  (For those unfamiliar with this service, it was Google's free information service that would ask you for city, state, and desired location; it would connect you or text you information.)

Although I didn't use this service frequently Goog-411 got me what I needed whenever I asked.  Connect me to the nearest pizza place still open for delivery at 2 AM Goog!  Not a problem, I'll connect you.  Call me a cab service Goog -- I can't see straight enough to dial!  No judgment, I'll connect you.  What robot voice is going to help me now?  I feel like my prom date just stood me up.

Yes, I realize calling information is similar to connecting on dial-up and nowadays there is an app for that; but what about the poor bastards like myself who do not own a smart phone and do not have an app for that?  Where is the justice?  Where is the compassion?  Where oh where has my little dog gone?

Is it possible to remain analog in a digital world?

I love (love, love, love) technology and progress ... but at what cost?  With anything and everything available at our fingertips 24/7, are we losing our ability to wait (apparently good things happen to those who do) and focus on a single task?  The answer is yes.

The average high school student will have five, yes five, applications running at any one time while using a computer.  Multi-tasking is now required in our society.  I know it's all fun and games with multitasking (look how many things I can do at once: check e-mail, chat, tweet, and keyword search as I'm talking to you!) but how much is too much?

We are already losing the ability to focus on a single task until completion.

Don't believe me?  I dare you try and do one thing to completion without stopping to check something else.  Double dog dare you, actually.  TRIPLE DOG dare you.  Living in an 'I want it now' society has its perks but we should be considering the unforeseen effects of having it all, whenever, wherever.

Manners


I wish more people had them.

Chem class

Today I decided to commit to my inner geek and applied to Western Governs University to earn a bachelor's of science in Information Technology.

Sally found this amazing (and affordable) online degree program at WGU and it seems to be a perfect fit.  I can learn at my own pace on my own time (in the outfit of my choosing) and credits from my alma mater can be applied toward this degree.  I KNEW that PR degree wasn't a waste and that there was reason I toiled through the trenches of J102 and J104!

Johnny 5 craves datas.
I have always been what some people might call "plugged in" and an internet nerd by trade but it wasn't until recently that it occurred to me to turn my passion into a profession.

True, I know my way around the interwebs, but I want my knowledge base to extend beyond Google and memes; I want to learn everything there is to know about data processing, too.  I want to be a Database Diva, a Code Warrior, a Programming Princess.

LOL cats and animated gifs are great, but I want to take it a step further: I want to invest in myself and guarantee job security.  Anyone who graduated into the current job market understands how critical marketability is and the uphill battle you face without it.


Frankly, I'm too old for that shit.  While love is a battlefield, I'd prefer my career path be a scenic drive with great tunes and no commercials.

I have finally found the career I've been searching for (five years later than expected) and it's full speed ahead.  I've transformed into the robot from Short Circuit yelling "More datas!  More datas! Need more datas!"   I'm picking up what you're putting down Johnny 5 -- I crave datas, too.

No, it isn't.  Sorry.
This time around no binge drinking photos will surface on Facebook (sorry kids) and gone will be texts asking for Tina on my cell phone the next morning.  I'm at peace with that; I had my time policing myself but I'm a big girl now and its time to think about the future.

Although I'm so scared of getting older (I'm only good at being young), excitement overcomes me as I take the next step of my journey.  The boyfriend always jokes about it being about the journey not the destination (to my shegrin remaining comfortable in my skin and challenging myself to be my best.

Part of being an adult is loving yourself for everything you are (and aren't) so in the spirit of credit scores, I am going to admit something to you which may or may not come as a total shock. ... I am a total geek.

My suspicions of this (rad) fact were confirmed last month when I was teased about the light reading I brought on vacation: Imagining the Tenth Dimension by Rob Bryanton.  Until that point it never occurred to me that most people wouldn't read a book about String Theory because it interested them, let alone consider it light reading.

N00bz.

Interior design

Football season is in full swing which can only mean one thing: time to get a hobby.  I can no longer count on my boo to keep me entertained on Sunday and you know what they say about idle hands.

Last season I took up beading and painting.  This season I've decided to up the stakes and turn to Interior Design.

For those of you who aren't familiar with my routines, I am one of those closet crafters who jump wholeheartedly into a project, get really into it for a short amount of time, then forget about it.  I will spark up a love affair with painting for several very passionate weeks then months will go by before I pick up a paint brush to see how they've been.  I guess I'm what you call an Ebb and Flow Hobbyist.  (If that's not copyrighted I call dibs.)

My latest lover is Interior Design.

I have always loved going thrifting to find what haters some may call junk but I call unique pieces; clothing, furniture, knick knacks, etc.  Well over fifty percent of my current dwelling has been hand-picked from garage sales, thrift stores, and online auctions.  I'm proud of the dumb shit I've accumulated: I am a Warrior Goddess of Second-Hand Awesomeness.

Before you call Niecy Nash and tell her I need a Clean House... hear me out.  I may be a closet crafter but I am not a clutter bug.  I am very good about keeping the mayhem and foolishness on the level.  I just need to find the proper place for all of my little treasures and learn how to showcase their brilliance.

I look around and know that I have some pretty bogus but mostly radical stuff; I just don't know what to DO with it.  That's where interior design comes in handy: we've been flirting with each other for awhile now and I'm ready to take our relationship to the next level.

My first project will be re-doing my jewelry display system.  Right now I have cork board covered in fabric with pushpins to display my necklaces, clear compartmental craft cases for earrings, and a huge pile of rings and bracelets that have a sign that says 'Family kidnapped by ninjas.  Need $$ for karate lessons'.  Being homeless has really made them delusional.

I spent the afternoon on a quest for two cork board bulletin boards.  I stopped at three different places and did not find what I wanted/expected/desired which does not inspire much confidence.  This Thing between Interior Design and I is still so new and exciting; I don't to jinx it! I'm taking this setback pretty hard.  If we can't do this together, how in the world am I going to learn to Feng Shui?  Or reupholster my furniture?

That being said, although I didn't find the bulletin boards I need, I did find these gems:



An old hardcover library book full of Vanity Fair articles from the 1920s and 1930s.

I've flipped through it have already found a collection of poems including one called "Men: A Hate Song", an essay written about Harry Houdini, and a diagram about what the ideal 1926 woman looks and acts like.

I can't wait to look at the old advertisements and all that Old Hollywood glamor and sparkle.
 


Why yes, those are two coasters depicting unicorns!

You can laugh but those of you who've seen Legend know that unicorns are serious business: kill one and suffer eternal winter.  That's my roundabout way of saying that if we have a winter that never ends I probably dropped one of these babies and screwed us all.  With great power comes great responsibility and I will guard these coasters will diligence.

Feel free to showcase your envy in the comments below.

Case of the Mondays

Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong decade?  Based on my Recently Added play list in iTunes I should have been a product of the 60s and 70s.
Case in point: my new stud horse is none other than the crooner Neil Diamond.

Find us a dream that don't asks no questions, yeah
I downloaded his Ultimate Collection a month ago and find myself jamming to his tracks more often than I care to admit.  Nothing picks me up during my morning commute faster than several go-rounds of  Cracklin' Rosie.  Not only does he soothe my stress when he really takes it away around 1:43... blasting Cracklin' Rosie before 7 am is also the best away possible to annoy fellow commuters.  Soon it will be too cold to roll down the windows and serenade I-69 S but for now Neil gets me to my destination smoothly, with his sequined jacket and feathered bouffant.  See you on the twilight train, Neil.  I've got the way to make you happy, I promise!

Haters can proceed to the left and non-believers can try it out for themselves.  If you are having trouble getting jazzed for the work week come Monday morning I suggest adding Cracklin' Rosie to your morning drive play list.  Instead of being a sad sack, you'll walk into the office like this:



Get on board!  (You) don't need to say please to no man for a happy tune!

Click here to download this hot track.

Old news

Fall is almost here.

The incredible heat broke this week and the forty degree difference is a welcome change.

So long tank tops and strappy sandals -- hello sweaters and boots.  I'm wearing a flannel shirt and slippers, drinking my chai tea and Googling pumpkin patches.

After spending the morning cleaning my apartment, I added six new CDs to my collection, put the kettle on, and started reading old news; papers from months ago, when Summer was still in full sweating swing.

The feel of newspaper between my fingers reminds me of Fall.  It smells like a syllabus, new folders, and getting to know you exercises.

I know I am about three months late, but here are a few pieces that caught my eye.  All are taken from the Indianapolis Star.


 Quite a headline, eh?  Now take a look at the subhead.  Whoa.

It saddens me greatly to know that everything boils down to money.

The workers' don't want cut wages.  Who can blame them?  Everyone is being squeezed by the belt of finance.  Why would anyone want to do the same job for less?

Truth be told it really gets me riled up to think that GM is dangling this carrot in the first place.  Sure, we'll open the plant, create jobs and boost the local economy but only if you agree to a pay cut.  If we can't reach an agreement, we are just going to have to take our business elsewhere.  Yeah, Capitalism!

I can really feel your commitment to making a better America and bouncing back from your bailout, GM.  I sincerely hope you decide to end this entire argument and pay the workers what they are worth.  Show them how much you value their effort.  Set the standard instead of bowing to economic pressure.

 
The Second Amendment is being upheld.  For almost 30 years Chicago has banned possession of handguns and automatic weapons inside city limits, one of the most stringent gun laws in the country.  This decision ruled the law unconstitutional and prohibits states to rule again any citizen's right to bear arms.

I don't care if you are for or against guns.  I care that it is your constitutionally-protected right to make the decision for yourself.  Guns don't kill people -- people kill people.

Can you imagine if individual states were allowed to ban guns?  That's a stone's throw away from a police state ... with citizens stripped of self-defense.


Wait, WHAT?  115 laws?  That seems like a lot to me.  Can you think of that many things that need to be addressed, legally?  I hope they enjoyed spending tax dollars to debate the pressing issues of Indiana.  I also hope the each citizen takes the time to learn what all of these new laws are so they can be informed.  You wouldn't want to break any new laws without even knowing they existed, right?  Well, even after Googling the hell out these new laws, I have yet to find an actual LIST of the laws that were put into effect July 1.  You can find more information about the laws here, that's a start at least.

Along with the formation of a 'sexting' committee, here are some of the new laws:
  • Carding everyone for alcohol,
  • Casinos holding winning of people who are not paying their child support, and
  • GPS devices worn around the ankles of those who have committed acts of domestic violence. 
I am completely fine with being carded; it is annoying, yes, but I get it.  Unfortunately, stricter carding laws will not stop underage drinking.  Kids will be kids and guzzling Boone's Farm and cheap vodka is a right of passage.  There is nothing else to DO here but get 'Iced', ya dig?

The last two laws are good in theory, but I can't help but wonder if these specifically target those living below or hovering directly above the poverty line.  Most rich/wealthy people don't spend their time at the penny slots trying to hit the big time and I am assuming would use lawyers and razzle dazzle to get out of any domestic violence charge.

Take the kids in Carmel, for example -- they have someone managed to escape major penalty after sexually assaulting a kid on a school bus.  They are even pushing for a gag order to keep all the details quiet; their lawyers don't want this incident to taint the rest of their life.  Tell that to the kid curled in the fetal position who was assaulted. I'll be damned if anyone would bend over backwards to keep the details of this entire affair under wraps if the accused weren't privileged white boys.

Read between the lines, friends and lovers; it's all there in black and white.

    Home Avenue

    For those of you that don't know, I hail from the booming metropolis of Anderson.  When I say hail from I mean 'currently reside in', just to be clear.  I've been there for about a year, maybe a little over, and I still have no idea where I live or how to get anywhere.  I have absolutely refused to become acclimated with my surroundings and rely on my TomTom to get me to the grocery store, laundry mat, and Petsmart.  Judge me if you will, but I cannot bring myself to know the lay of the land where the following things are considered socially acceptable: sweatpants as real pants, TV as a babysitter, and hair brushing as optional.

    The following tidbits are completely true.  Yes, I know I should move.  Believe me.  I KNOW.

    1. The kids who live on/around my street can be classified as 'hood rats'.  They have nothing better to do with their time than stand in their yard and fight each other.  I'm talking 'punch me as hard as you can, I want to see blood' kind of fighting.  They also jump up and down on car hoods and tops, cat-call 12 year-olds, and try to do neat tricks with their bicycles and skateboards.  The only neat trick that has been successfully executed involves face and pavement.

    One such hood rat bit it, and bit it HARD, during a taping of Teen Mom.  Yes, Amber and Gary were my neighbors until they moved a few months ago.  Anyway, they were filiming on the front porch/yard and this kid thought he would show his sweet moves to America and peddled as hard as his hood rat legs would allow.  He gained momentum, went into the air for the jump, and landed on his face.  The camera crew did not even blink and kept rolling.  Heartless, yes.  Awesome, most assuridly.

    2. According to the boyfriend, the world record holder for DUIs lives down my street.  I've met him actually; he is older, keen on plaid, always pleasant, always drunk, and frequently wanders the streets looking for, what I can only assume is, his car.  The real question here is: HOW DOES THIS MAN STILL HAVE A CAR/LISCENSE WHEN HE HAS HAD OVER 40 DUIs (according to the boyfriend)?  How is that legal?

    Whenever I walk my dog he is sitting on the porch waiting for me to pass.  He asks slurs at me if I'd like a Coke and to have a little chat; I always pass but maybe this week I will say 'Okay'.  I've also seen him blow $20 on the ice cream man and buy ice cream for all the kids on the street, so I believe at his core he is not a bad man.  A little wasted, yes, but harmless all the same.

    3. Since moving in ... the neighbor's car was stripped of all electrical equipment, my driver's sideview mirror has been TORN OFF, and the boyfriend's gas cap was stolen after an entire tank of gas was syphoned.  I'm also pretty sure I found a makeshift crack pipe in the parking lot near my apartment.  My dog has been attacked by not one, not two, but THREE different dogs.  (In case you are worried -- she owned all of them).  Don't let her sweet face fool you -- she is hood rich (na na na na na na).


    4.  Last but not least, I have seen the following things from my window/porch/in my nightmares:
    • A boy on a bike holding up a (drunk) adult on a moped.  He was so drunk he couldn't drive his moped home.  At first I thought it was ridiculous; then I stepped back and realized how sad it was; in all probability it was probably his son picking him up from the bar.
    • A man dressed from head to toe in yellow wearing five magnifiying glasses around his neck with hair like Doc from Back to the Future.
    • Children playing house ON MY PORCH which actually means putting a baby doll into a baby stroller and pushing it into the street when cars come and watching them swerve to miss what they concieve to be an actual little human.
    • A family (I am talking 4 people at least) joy riding around the block in what appears to be one of those cars you ride around the track at King's Island or Holiday World.  It's as loud as a go-cart and takes up the entire sidewalk.

    Ah, home sweet home.

    Audiosurfing

    I am always late to the party.  Always.  I never jump on the bandwagon with everyone else.  I ignore said wagon and then return to it later and let my curiosity take over.

    I've done this with many, many things including but not limited to: Lady Gaga, which I finally downloaded two weeks ago; Zombieland, which I finally watched last month; and Audiosurfing, which I have been doing non-stop for the past two days.

    I feel like I did when I first started watching LOST -- obsessed.  I wake up and surf.  I try to surf at work.  I stay up uber late and wonder when it became 3:30 AM and whether or not I can complete one more surf before I collapse.  Jane Austin said it best, "You have bewitched me, body, and soul.  And I love, I love, I love you."

    I have a crush, and guys, I think it's true love.

    For those of you unfamiliar with Audiosurfing, let me break it down like this:

    Picture you favorite song. 
    Imagine riding it like a roller coaster that perfectly matches the beat and tempo.
    Now imagine graphics that also move in rhythm to the beat.

    I swear, it's like entering into a new stratosphere.

    School buses are back on the roads and folders are being purchased by the dozen.  It's safe to say that Summer slipped through my fingers.  I spent it working and job hunting.  I did not bask in the hot sun; I did not go swimming; I did not attend a single bbq.  I don't even think I ate a hot dog.

    Just when I thought the season was lost, I remembered how much fun I had a few years ago Audiosurfing with my old roommate.  A few Google searches, and few mouse clicks, and Pandora's box was opened.

    I put on my headphones, I plugged in 'Dog Days Are Over' by Florence + The Machine, and I saw my favorite song.  Yes, saw.

    Summer is not lost.

    The colors emanating from my screen feel like sun rays and if I prop a fan next to my desk, it's almost like cruising in a convertible.  Life is a highway and I do want to ride it all night long (John Cochrane style).

    Audiosurf action shots taken by yours truly.

    Perspective II

     



    Sometimes, we all need a reminder.