Monthly Archives: October 2007


I have, in My Pictures… a lovely photo of me, all excited, holding my autographed copy of Maybe Some Day that I received in the mail a couple of weeks ago from my dear friend Raggy from Malaysia. If not for my gross ineptivity, you would be admiring it right now. (I tried for over an hour on the weekend, every which way, to upload it here and sadly, gave up…) But!!! The good news is (are???) that the cd, as of the 24th, is now available to the masses. And I whole-heartedly recommend it.  It’s available here at CD Baby.  You can buy the cd or mp3s.  There is a discount for multiple copies right now. You can also email him from his site to arrange for an autographed copy.

The range of music is amazing. You may have pre-heard it by now, he’s made the un-mastered tracks available for quite some time. I’ve listened to it over and over and have picked my favorite tunes. This is one cd, however, that I don’t skip any tracks when I listen 😉

Raggy’s voice is smooth as silk and clear and refined. I was equally, if not more, impressed with his guitar playing ability. One track, Anything You Want, conveys a love that will never be consummated. Yeah, if it catches me in the right mood, I cry. Cultures and Requiem showcase his fancy guitar delivery. A couple of the tracks have a definite Country sound. When he does the Blues numbers, his voice changes to rough and raspy and makes me worry about damage to his vocal chords (yes, chords is now an acceptable spelling in the dictionary, but only recently. I’ve always spelled it that way…) Living in Poverty was (pre-release) and still is my absolute favorite track on the cd.

Raggy has revamped his site and now has a page for each song on Maybe Some Day. He’s got lyrics, why he wrote the song and tips for playing the songs for all you musicians out there. It’s not complete, but nearly. If you haven’t visited there yet, please do.

And Raggy, let me thank you once more for sending the cd and the sweet and kind words. I’m proud to have you consider me a friend as well as a fan. If there is anything you would like to add here, please feel free.

*You’ll be famous.


Everyone on the planet but me has evidently seen this commercial. But that is neither here nor there. What I want you to know is this:

If you love this song but you’re afraid to buy the cd or rather, you’re afraid to download the whole shebang, Don’t Be Afraid. The cd entitled The Reminder by Feist is awesome. I was afraid it might be a little quirky, but it’s not. It’s pure great. This woman’s voice is one of God’s more unique creations. Not that all God’s creations aren’t unique, her voice is just uniquer. Buy it, download it. Whatever you do, enjoy it. My favorite song on the cd is I Feel It All, which I like even better than 1234. If you get it, let me know what you think.


Wishing Mr. M+ a very Happy Birthday today. 🙂


Last Sunday morning, while checking my email, I received my weekly report from Site Meter. I haven’t ventured in there in quite some time. Since a post Jeff A. wrote was still fresh in my mind, I decided to check and see if I had any interesting search strings to report. True to form, I got distracted and forgot the reason I had opened Site Meter to begin with. It soon became evident that someone was digging around in my archives. I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile and never made the time. So I opened up a couple of the links and I’ve decided to share some of these old posts. They aren’t my favorites or really well-written or anything like that, they were just there and it was easy to c&p the links. So here they are:

~I was a bit cranky this particular day.

~And again, on this day. (Am I noticing a pattern here???)

~One of my few “girly” posts…

~And finally, this… a post I wrote under the influence of nicotine withdrawal.

I hope you enjoy these. Kind of like a trip down memory lane for me. I’m thinking my writing has definitely gone downhill.


What an insane week this has been. I’ve been non-stop from 5:30am to at least 6:30pm every day this week. And I don’t just mean awake, I mean functioning at some level of activity for an average of 13 hours per day. I’m used to more like 10 hours of full-throttle. Those extra 3+ hours have just about done this old broad in. A normal day for me used to entail arriving home from work at 4pm followed by an hour of cool-down time at the computer and a couple chores or errands before dinner around 7pm. Then, whatever, until bedtime around 10pm. But this week (and now that I think of it, most of last week) has been just a flurry of doing this and that but not having enough time for the other thing and falling into bed, exhausted closer to 11 than 10.

PD would be the first to tell you that, ahem, blogging has taken up most of my time this week. While I have given my beloved blog more attention than usual this week, it was crammed-in time; a few minutes here, a half-an-hour there but sheesh, it was fun and you guys really left some great comments. It was terrific, but. See, this is why I normally don’t write about controversial things or current events or politics or religion or sex or anything heavy. I would love to but I just don’t have the time that I would feel compelled to spend addressing all the necessary details. I see, though, why lots of bloggers write what they do to spur commentary and “have dialogues”. It’s addicting. The interaction is great and I wish I could make a living just blogging and stirring up things and discovering other people’s reactions and opinions. I’d have to get good at it of course, but I think it would be one great way to make a living. So, as much fun as that was for me, it may be awhile before I decide to devote quite that much time to a post or two.

I’m still having PT three times a week. I had my follow-up sonogram and biopsy also. The sonogram results were encouraging but I was disappointed to find out that the biopsy didn’t show as much improvement that George had hoped for so he wants me to go back on that freakin’ pill from hell. For 3 months, which is down from the 6 that we originally discussed and I begged and pleaded with him not to make me go back on it. As it is, this information (biopsy result and medication recommendation) was relayed to me by PD, who took the call from George because I wasn’t here myself. I fully realize that it is my own decision whether or not to opt for the prescribed treatment but I want to talk to George some more and do some research on my own. The scientific kind. I need to decide for myself if the benefits outweigh all the drawbacks. Wish me luck. I’m considering getting a second opinion even though I already feel like I know I should just rock up and take the damn pill. Ah, the joys of being a woman.

So I’m glad this week is finally over. Hoping for some relaxation here and there in the next couple of days. Wishing the same for you. And nice, sunny days!


I am so completely thrilled. I came home today to find an invite to Deborah Chesher’s VIP World Premiere Gallery Opening for Everybody I Shot is Dead. It’s a private party and oh, man I wanna go soooooo bad. It’s happening on November 3rd. The Premiere takes place here at the Oh My Godard Gallery in Vancouver.

I feel so honored to be invited and am tremendously excited for Deborah. If you’re not a regular visitor to her site, at least go there and read about her first –of many, I’m sure– TV interview (October 7) and listen to her radio interview (September 25 Post.) She has had such an interesting career. I think she’s an amazing talent. Her book, which I have not seen for real yet but have “watched” develop on her blog, promises to be a must-have for every music fan.

Um, I’m allowed a guest… PD can’t fly. Oh, dear, what should I do? 😉

Update to post: This morning I visited Deborah’s Everybody I Shot is Dead blog and, a little red-faced, found that not only am I invited, but so are you and the entire Internetosphere. Wouldn’t that be a blast if we all could go???!!!


Pisceans always swim in two directions at once. Does that explain anything about me? Just a little infobit that might provide insight on Why I Have Two Subjects Going On At One Time. And I can’t address them both so I’ll just deal with one for now.

In the previous post we were discussing the implications arising from a child dancing in an overly-mature, suggestive manner AND the differences between art and pornography. I will save the latter for later and talk about our (society’s) kids.

Since I posted the video, all my spare thinking time has been consumed with the way our kids are being made to grow up too quickly. We dress them in miniature adult clothes. We push them to walk, talk and poop and never give a thought to allowing them to do these things at their own pace. One thing that has always nauseated me is listening to young parents bragging up their children’s accomplishments in a competitive way with other young parents. I don’t like it at any age, but especially not with small children. There isn’t much to brag about besides basic motor skills at such young ages. Every child is different and develops on their own time line. Some early-developed skills may indicate the child’s potential for intelligence but surely does nothing to insure that the child is going to be a wonderful human being. I myself, would be way more proud to raise a great human being than a genius. Of course, personally, each of my children are exceptional in both respects, so what am I saying? 😉

I’m trying to understand why we, as a society, seem to be in such a rush to have our kids lose their innocent, child-like ways.

Maybe Brian can provide some insight into what’s happening in the inner-city with our kids, I only know what I see in movies. It seems to me that so many kids are on the street learning more from older kids than from parents. They learn that they have to be tough. There’s a power thing that goes on in the streets. At what age should a child be expected to understand, or even comprehend, that to be strong is good and to be weak is bad. Their little psyches aren’t developed enough to understand so they learn by imitation. So we have a lot of little street-wise punk types with attitudes where the children used to be. The parents, who should have been parenting them instead of sending them to the streets, can’t understand why the kids are so unmanageable.

You don’t have to go to the city to see what I’m talking about. Even a teacher in a rural school will tell you that kids have no respect for authority. I don’t think kids are taught anymore, what “their place” is. Remember, it used to be said that “Children should be seen and not heard”? I never believed that but this is an extreme example of what I’m trying to illustrate here. We rush our kids out of infancy and toddlerhood and make them into little adults. Then we can’t understand where they get the idea that they have the same rights as adults. The end result is a great big old Clash.

So why can’t we just let our kids be kids? Let’s try to hold on to that precious innocence they revel in. Encourage that wonderful uncontrollable giggle. Help them want to be kids for crying out loud. Teach them hide and seek. Put a blanket on the table and make a tent. Be silly with them. Blow bubbles. Make a mud pie. Don’t park them in front of a video game that teaches them to kill or be killed. There’s plenty of time for that when they get out in the adult world.


This little girl is 7 years old. Her performance is followed by a 5-year-old boy.

I didn’t know what to think about this.  On the one hand, her dancing ability is quite amazing.  Would I want my daughter, at 7 or even 17 dancing like this in public?   I think not.  But it brought to mind an argument PD and I had early on in our relationship.  One that has never been completely settled between us.  It had to do with nudity depicted as art.  He saw no difference between a centerfold in a men’s magazine and Master’s painting of a nude woman reclining on a brocade settee.

I’m going to leave this open for discussion.  How do you differentiate between what is art and what is not – whether it be the Art of Dance or Painting or Photography or Literature or Music or something else?


Crazy week I’m having here, thanks for askin’. 😉

Therapy progress was looking grim until this morning when I woke up and felt like a human being.  I’m feeling more hopeful.  My ultrasonic and hands-on massage yesterday was accompanied by a quite informative half-hour long oration about the history of the states of Mississippi and Alabama including the Natchez Trace, all the musicians/celebrities born there, architecture,  the Antebellum, etc, etc, due to the “General’s” (my therapist’s)  interest.  Was quite educational and fun. I learned that Morgan Freeman owns a restaurant and a blues club in Mississippi.  So while my muscles are getting a workout, so’s the old brain.

Now, FYI:

When you purchase a garage door exactly the same size as your present door and tell the salesperson that you’ll be using the  existing hardware, make sure to ask if there is even a slight chance that the new door and the old hardware might not be compatible.  That will save you lots and lots of time, sweat and swear words.

If you’re anticipating the release of Raggy‘s cd, Maybe Some Day, as I am, let me be the first to tell you, it’s done, (he’s got them) and it will be available shortly.  I’ll let you know.  I can’t wait to get mine.  I’ve already contacted some djs from my favorite radio station requesting music from the cd.

I’m trying not to be cranky about the cold, wet weather we had today, but I am just not ready for socks and sweatshirts.  Ah, well… not a thing I can do about it, so no use in complaining.  There are lots of people happy to kiss the high temperatures goodbye.  I just ain’t one of ’em.

Hope the links work, I’m too sleepy to take the time to check.

Thank God for Fridays.


If you’ve never read experienced Pointless Drivel, authored by my good bud Brad aka Mr. Fabulous, you really owe it to yourself. He’s one of the funniest, creative people I know. Yes, he has a penchant for the irreverent, but if you can stomach overlook that, you’ll fall in love. Check him out and tell him I sent you if you like.

His blog, Pointless Drivel is up for Best Humor Blog in the Blogger’s Choice Awards. I’m voting for him and encouraging you all to do the same. He’s promised me a $500 Walmart gift card for the favor- which I will promptly throw in the trash. Not because he doesn’t owe me a favor, mind you. Just because I hate Walmart. I’m serious, the man is funny. And no, he hasn’t bribed me in any way. In fact I owe him for the gazillion times he’s lifted my spirits. And he’s sweet beyond words. (Jekyll-Hydish, actually…) 😉

Here is where you can vote, and please do it today, the deadline is Oct.19th.

In his words, “And yes, it is a little bit of a pain, because you have to register, but I would be ever so grateful if you could help. You won’t get spammed or anything. I don’t know anyone who has received anything other than the confirmation of their registration.

Now here is the important part….PLEASE forward this to anyone you know who you think will also vote. I need to get a grass roots push going here. If everyone I send this to can at least get a couple votes each, I can vault into first place.

I don’t normally beg for anything. But I REALLY want this.

Oh, and if you use more than one email address…I’m just saying…

Please help spread the word. I stand before you, my naked ambition apparent to all!”


I’d do the same for any of you and I’d be tickled pink if you’d show this guy some Love.


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