The wonder years

O.k. here's more food for thought. What ever happened to the wonder years? and no I don't mean the show(gladly that has come back) I mean the days that you spent drinking coffee for hours at a coffee shop with your friends, or going out on the weekends wondering what adventure was going to happen this time. I sit here wondering about the wonder years not understanding what's changed. I was just as busy a few years ago as I am now so what happened? Was it my interests that changed? did my friends change? did I get more lazy?(impossible!) Antisocial? Why is life different now? I still have deep discussions with my friends...but somehow even those have changed slightly(oh ya, cause we have to be up early and can't sip coffee till the 2.a.m. happy hour). I suppose in hindsight it's safe to say that I got caught up in the rush hour traffic that is life, and instead of creating moments with people who interest me and inspire me, I chose to do things like write this blog(cutting off a moment with ma-which I just realized), and put my energy in stuff..useless stuff, machines, electronics, tv(my god!!that damn tv!!)etc.. you know the drill. And maybe that's why time seems to fly by. because we stop creating those ever so important moments that fill the gap, the void. "Stop! and think it ooover"(Soprano's...I think...)
Now if you will excuse me have an all important moment creating date with my t.v. tonight. 3 hours of false amusement that I can't live with, yet nor can I live without. (god, someone please get me out of this abusive relationship)

reality,life,human nature,laziness,moments

Earn a living....

Have you ever thought about that sentence? "I have to earn a living". Doesn't that just sound dumn?! We are all here because we are more than just our physical selves and our true nature is here to experience life. We don't need to prove ourselves or earn our keep in this life. Yes life can be expensive depending on the choices that we make, but that one little sentence "earn a living" really puts a damper on the whole existence thing. Our language is really fucked. No wonder humanity is all messed up!

reality,life,human worth,human nature

f*cking as&hole

Dear F*cking As&hole;

Who appointed you God and gave you the right to shoot and kill an innocent creature?
Do you get a thrill when you pull the trigger? Do you get an erection at the sight of the blood?
Do you think you are fucking sexy in your cotton green pants running around in the alleyways and darting behind bushes like a goddamn banshee?

Did you not know, that the people of the area, did not mind the bear? Were you not aware that the people respected the animal for who he was? We as humans, have mind enough to be cautious and mind enough to know that just because something is deemed as a nuisance, does not mean it should be killed.

What happened to the days when animals had the right to live, and were trapped and relocated?
Have you all become more lazy? I guess it is just easier for you to play a war hero, have your fun and simply pull the trigger and dump a body in the garbage. Might as well just move to the States and join in their fun.

I cannot wait for the day for your teenage child to start vandalizing and becoming a nuisance on my property. I will not hesitate to pull the trigger. After all, what if he breaks into my house and pulls a knife on me. Better to just kill him first before giving him the chance to even try.
You will find his body in the garbage. Maybe I will even save his hands as a trophy too. I am simply too lazy to talk to him and teach him.

Sincerely,

The bear's mother

bears,animal activism,human nature,animal rights,anger

answer....

I fixed the problem.

Now how to break free of this damn egg.....

question.........

Why..........when you click on sister#2.....it does NOT GO TO MY SITE!
.NET .NET .NET .NET .NET .NET
Not .com.......

That looks funny.

I am glad to see that toonsis has finally arrived from laying her eggs.

Question #2...where in the heck did that advertisment come from? Who put that there?
Was not I bok bok.

for five flippin' cents

God damn flippin' computer!! I just wrote about how nothing I do on this thing works and then go figure. It didn't. I know I know I create my own reality. I also made reference to the book which this site was inspired from. It's a must read and disgribes us more or less acurately. k bye.

Don't forget about me!!

Yay, I have finally found my way to this blog....well with alittle help from my friends....Now all sisters are blogging.
God, I can't believe how poopy I am at doing things on the computer. By the way if ever you two get a chance to read the book that the title of this blog was inspired from, read it. Hilarious.

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I am glad that you have discovered the light!

Now, what color gag would you like?

you are right, sista (see last post)

OK.

1. I definitely am aware of the fact that greed promotes scarcity and does not pay.
2. I know word of mouth can often best the best method of promotion. I totally think it opens doors. I just lost my way somewhere in this mess of "the right way" to do this.
3. I'm not a jerk...really....

And so upon careful consideration of what my problem is:

1. I was afraid if I gave it away, it wasn't a "smart career move" ie. won't make at least my investment back. I've read a lot on how the "independent artist" shouldn't give away their music, not even to their closest friends/family for the sake of the investment. This kinda made sense to me but not really, I guess I just thought I should "follow directions" 'cause I don't know what I'm doing. This relates back to my last post, in that I just gotta do what I do, and who gives a crap what the "right" way is.
2. Now nevermind #1, this one was the real reason hiding underneath it: I didn't think it was good enough. I, underneath all this, wanted whatever song ended up getting leaked or shared to be "perfect" and because it's not, in my eyes, I couldn't bear the thought of someone promoting it. Now, this raises the question of WHY IN HELL WOULD I PUT IT ON A WEBSITE, then, IF I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO HEAR IT???

Yup, it's clear to me now, I'm just crazy. And sorry for being such a greedy jerk.

You know what else I am? Done being insecure. I don't give a crap anymore.

How about you knit me a nice gag so I shut up, already.

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Yes, that is where the bear goes....to my house, cause my garbage is better than plums.

It sucks that your own best friend had to go and purchase your song. You would think she would have a free copy of her cd. But no, of course not.
How is she to promote her wonderful friend's talent without having a copy for herself?
She already has sold 2 cds within days, without a complete cd even made yet. Can she not see the benefit of allowing her friend to have a free copy!
I played the song for U and she is completely blown away, and begs and pleads for you to sing her Bobby McGee.
I know my knitted goods were shown off and have made me sales, I had just wanted to do the same and offer my support. Instead I am accused of illegally making copies for people for free!
With the attitude of greed, you get nothing in return. Be open and do not judge others that are listening to your song, and more importantly, yourself. Where is the love here, people?

I am now washing my bedding as SQ decided to leave a nice pile of puke on my bed, along with piss on the floor.

that bear sure gets around

Mr. Bear had a 2 am date with the plum tree in our backyard (and it seems he has one every night) and I was just saying, I wonder where he goes after? Now I know. To his 4 am date with your garbage.

I can't believe you woke up N to see it. I woke up S to see it too!

And he left us poopy. Two piles to be exact. Aren't we lucky!

After a long hard think,
I have decided to stop caring so much about the "production" of my music. I have been having an issue, namely, that people are going to listen to the music and think it's done by an amateur producer (which I am, but still) and dismiss it because its recording quality is crapola.
I still think the quality is crapola, but I've decided, who cares? Really.

People are either going to like the songs or not, whether I recorded them at The Best Studio On Earth with Celine Dion's producer, or in the bathroom with a two-track tape recorder, a kazoo, and myself. Period.

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I have ordered all of my stuff for sol stitch. I hope I have somewhere nice to put it all in when all of it arrives. I have blown absolutely all of my money. It was so easy!

I did finish those grey gloves that were custom ordered. No, they ain't too big or too small...for me anyways. They may end up being too small considering guys arms are sometimes larger. Oh, well.

I finally got to see mr. eat - my - garbage bear this morning. He woke me up at 4am happily digging and chomping away on last nights ceaser salad. I spotted him at the front door, and holy crapoly, he was huge. I was so excited to see him I even woke N up out of bed to show her. I have never been that close to a bear before and I was worried that he might spot me and thump at the door and knock it open. Poor little chicken like me had her legs shaking just watching him. Of course I had to clean his mess up this morning before the garbage truck came. At least he didn't leave a big poopy for me too.
SQ of course thought that she could beat the bear up.

Adult classes for gymnastics start on Friday at 5:30 if any other chicken would like to join me for some exercise and probably a few good laughs at one another.