Wax prep

I went to get my nails done today. I sometimes go to a place near work. They, like a lot of places do waxing along with nails.

So while I am there a a woman comes into be waxed. Not a bad thing in my opinion.

The woman goes in the back room and I wonder now if she would have spoken so loud if she knew that her words would be heard by all.

I am thinking these are not words that a person that is going to wax your girl parts wants to hear:

"I think you are going to need a pair of scissors for this job"

I mean how long has it been since your last wax?? And you could not have given yourself a little trim before you came in??

I feel bad when I go for a pedicure and have not shaved my legs for Pete's sake.

The Fray speak

While not hard rock I think I have found a new favorite song. I listened to it last week and was moved. I cannot decide if this is a sad song or a beautiful song. Perhaps it can be both??

The song is Be Still by The Fray

Be still and know that I'm with you
Be still and know that I am here
Be still and know that I'm with you
Be still, be still, and know

When darkness comes upon you
And colors you with fear and shame
Be still and know that I'm with you
And I will say your name

If terror falls upon your bed
And sleep no longer comes
Remember all the words I said
Be still, be still, be still

If you forget the way to go
And lose where you came from
If no one is standing beside you
Be still and know I am

Be still and know that I'm with you
Be still and know I am


I find these words hauntingly beautiful

Road warrior

Everyday on my way to work I think about things I want to blog about. By the time I get home I have forgotten what I want to write about.

I suppose I could write every single day about the idiots on the road and the luxury cars that have no blinkers. But that could get old really fast.

I could write about how practically nobody pays attention to the hands fee cell phone laws.

I could rant about how police cars don't have to follow any off the rules.

Or I can tell you that I have found a new radio station. Satellite radio station x37 - Octane. Hard rock. The kind of station where when people get in your car they look at you and say really?? I always wondered who listens to this music.

Well, now you know. Me! I listen to this kind of music. Bands with names like Twelve Foot Ninja. Hollywood Undead. Puddle of Mudd.

I mean who could not love Halestorm - Freak Like Me

If you're a freak like me,
Wave your flag!
If you're a freak like me,
Get off your ass!
It's our time now,
To let it all hang out

Rock on people, rock on!!

Unclear on the concept

Sometimes you just have to wonder how people think.

For instance if you discover that your work email system is having a problem do you send an email to your work system that there is an email problem??

Creativity

Creativity where did you go?

I have not worked in my studio in a year.

I have not written a word in my novel for months.

Please come back.

Kansas Clinic

On May 31, 2009 while serving as an usher in his church Dr. George Tiller was shot through the eye and died.  Dr. Tiller was shot because he performed abortions in a Wichita clinic.  I know that I write about abortion a lot and that is because it is a topic close to my heart.  I feel that a woman should have control over her body.  If she finds herself pregnant and unable for whatever reason to bring that pregnancy to term, she should be able to terminate said pregnancy without anyone questioning why.

Right now in Kansas a group of brave women are working to reopen the clinic where Dr. Tiller worked.

I say brave because the director has had her home address published on flyers and handed out by pro-life groups.  They suggest the people visit Julie Burkhart at her home and talk to her about the fact that she is a murderer.

The doctor that will perform the abortions will fly in twice a month and is afraid to have her face shown on television.

How do people that don't want abortions justify murder and intimidation?  Why is it ok for them to hurt people because they don't want an abortion?

As I have said before it, is really easy.  You don't want an abortion?  Don't get one.  Leave everybody else the fuck alone.

I wish Ms. Burkhart and the others involved in this project good luck, I admire them and hope they don't end up dead.

Descended from a dead pirate.

I must say that whoever is in charge of the obits in the SF Chronicle these days needs to rethink the redesign of the pages.

I find it very difficult to read them the last couple of weeks.  The columns are all weird.  Do not like it, not at all.

However one did mention that the dead guy was descended from a pirate that was on a ship with Jean LaFitte.  Very cool in my book.

Ahoy!

Nail Biter

Well, half way through the first month of a new year.

Have I made an resolutions?

Yes, actually I did.

I am trying very hard not to bite my fingernails anymore.

I am a nail biter from way back.  I used to bite them until they bled.  Then I tried acrylic nails.  I loved the way they looked and lasted.  But I still would pick at them and bite them sometimes.  Then when I started working with hot glass I decided they were not a good idea.

So now, I am 15 days in and have not bitten them once.

I read that when I want to bite them, I should make a fist instead until the urge goes away.

Seems to be working.  I actually thinking about a manicure soon.