Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
That’s me. Today. Somewhere there’s an old “Dissolutions Sought Snohomish County” newspaper clipping with my name on it from 11/3/91. I don’t have it and I can’t fill you in on the details. I remember very little from late 1989 to late 1991. I remember work and home life were both filled with an abject hopelessness. I remember the boss very often didn’t meet payroll, or met it late, and when the check came in the wife spent it all. I remember the divorce started to happen when I meandered off that “husband gives paycheck to the wife” plantation. I told her for the next few months, it would probably be good if I handled the bills, and boom. Definitely not the right thing to say. But I was past caring about that; nothing I did or said was the right thing to do or say. The solution to the problems had always been that more control should be given to the wife, and things always came out worse, so I took a different course. Took a few years for that to improve things, but it ultimately turned out to be a smart idea. No, I don’t know where she lives, or if she does.
I do know it doesn’t matter, though. I know now, as I didn’t know as I got married the first time, that there is a vast, subterranean culture of creatures who live in the dark, just like her, people whose misery is always the fault of other people and their solution to it is to hoard more power and control for themselves — which they then wield stupidly, making more problems, blaming these new problems on others…and the cycle continues.
What was it I said a few days ago? Something like: Humanity is divided into two halves, those who make a point of being nice to people who are nice to them, and mean to people who are mean to them — and, those who are nice to people who are mean to them, and mean to people who are nice to them. So those who have it straight, and those who have it backwards. These two halves of humanity should never come into contact with each other.
Well, by this last February I made the decision that the new one and I are good for each other, and I’ve been single long enough. I gave her the ring, we whipped out our phones and updated our relationship statuses. We were going to do something cute with the wedding and make it happen just before today, or just afterward, to make it not-quite or just-over-twenty. But it’s just not working. Things are still going great but we have logistical nightmares with locating relatives to places, and such…there has lately arisen a hubbub about multiple ceremonies.
Just blegh.
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Well… speaking as a Benevolent Misogynist (or would that be “one of the VERY happily unmarried?”)… I’d offer congratulations on the anniversary of your singleness. But that doesn’t seem QUITE the thang to do for a guy who’s engaged.
As for the Blegh bits? One word: Reno. Second word: Soon.
- bpenni | 11/03/2011 @ 09:25I was wondering what was going on…
BTW, hadn’t thought about but the 20 yr. thing…same, same for me.
But that wasn’t even the worst of the “two halves” I had the displeasure of being attached, not married, to.
Probably why I’m in the bpenni subclass of “very happily unmarried”.
- tim | 11/03/2011 @ 09:39ummm…. congrats? 🙂
(seriously, I wish you both all the best).
- Severian | 11/03/2011 @ 10:03Well, let’s put it this way. If you weren’t happily unmarried, you would not have been afforded this particular opportunity to become happily married, and from what I gather, for the first time. The happily bit, that is. So, ‘s’all good.
This coming from a guy who’s happily married to a woman who was unhappily married twice before.
And come this February, we be hittin’ that 20 year mark of being happily married. So there. We were just keepin’ the flame burnin’ for ya, bud, until your life caught up.
- philmon | 11/03/2011 @ 18:49