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The state of Illinois is in the middle of a debate on gay marriage.   One of my cousins that lives there posted this on his  facebook page:

“Gay marriage is not right (I think) but the issue isn’t important enough to fight about. If they want to get married, let them. I think that before we bother to talk about something so small we should fix all the other problems this country has. Otherwise we may end up with no country left to practice all these new freedoms in. We can’t spend hours and hours fighting about the emotional rights of some people and not spend ten minutes talking about deficit spending.”

One of his friends followed up with these comments:

“its wrong in so many ways it dosnt matter how u look at it i think they should be beat untilo stright”

and then…

“i am smart but gay people shouldnt have the right to marry other gays its all because of the stupid president obama this country was better when bush had control and gays would have never got the right to marry”

While I don’t normally take much stock in Facebook posts and think they aren’t worth the paper they aren’t printed on, this struck a chord with me and I responded with this comment:

“Let’s say, hypothetically, that I believe that curly haired people shouldn’t be allowed to get married.  I don’t really have a basis for this other than my beliefs and the opinions of my family and friends.  And I don’t have any first hand knowledge because I have straight hair.  Ridiculous, right?  Curly haired people were born that way – they didn’t have a choice in the matter.    And I could reply, “Their moms must have used too many home perms on them when they were kids,” or “it’s just a phase, their hair will straighten out,”

And so the curly haired person tries to hide it with relaxers or shaving their heads.  But they are, intrinsically, still curly haired.  It’s who they are.  And maybe enough people share my beliefs that, in most states, those curly haired weirdos can’t get married.  Or adopt kids.  Or hold hands in public.

And then, in a gesture of concession, I say that curly-haired people can get married – even though I still think it’s wrong.  But, really, the issue isn’t important enough to debate.  It only affects a few curly haired people in this country.  A minority.  Why should I care what happens to them – these second class citizens –  when we have all these more important issues?

Now substitute gays and lesbians.  Or women who would like to vote.  Or african americans who would like to be free. Or people with left hands that can’t use scissors like the rest of us “normal” people.  Or people that are overweight.  Or anyone who is “different”.

It could be argued that the federal deficit affects everyone and is thus a more important issue.  I counter that the larger issue is that everyone in this country should have the same rights as everyone else.  That simple idea is one of the things that makes us Americans.

I’m not sure how to end this as I step down off my soap-box except to say that my intention is not to beat up on someone for having an opinion on facebook – but rather to encourage a bit more thought on a topic that I think really affects us all.”

So, there’s my entry into the debate – swiftly lost in the myriad posts about where someone ate dinner and how cute their cat is.  (Mine is cuter, incidentally)

Will it make a difference?  Will it change the way anyone thinks?  I don’t know.  But it was worth trying.

On Saturday, I went with my friend to visit my family for my sister’s birthday.  It was going to be a day trip only and I was in a bit of a hurry to get there to make the most of the day.  It was a beautiful day for driving, the music was great, and the conversation was good too.  I was going too fast in my ‘easy to go too fast’ car – and blew right past a well hidden police car.

I started to slow down as soon as I saw him, but it was too late.  And even though there were other cars going just as fast, he pulled me over.  And politely gave me my first speeding ticket.  I’m not going to say how fast I was going or how much the ticket was, but I learned my lesson.  Whether that’s the right lesson or not, it has been learned.  I’m going to slow down – and learn how to use my cruise control.

Got to my folks, hung out with them, then went out to lunch with my sister and her family when they arrived.  We went to Olive Garden and I tried to order spaghetti  meatballs, and pesto.  Except the server didn’t know what pesto was.  I described it (basil, pine nuts – it’s green) and she went back to the kitchen.  She came back a few minutes later with two small containers.  One with a cream sauce that may have had some flakes of basil in it – and another that looked like pesto to me.   I ordered the latter and hoped for the best.

It wasn’t pesto.  Somehow, the person that prepared the sample and the person that prepared the dish were different people.  This pesto had some other “stuff” in it and the dish was swimming in orange grease.  I ate most of it because I was hungry, but learned another lesson.  Order off the menu.

The rest of the visit was fun and we played a rousing game of Farkle while my niece watched Toy Store.   When it was time to go, my friend drove us back to Akron while I sulked.  Just in case.

Today, I got called on to help set up a printer.  The Brother printer was wireless, the computer was a Mac, there were two different networks involved, and there were no manuals.  I ended up deleting the printer and re-establishing it, then putting in the network ID and password.   The printer spent 20 minutes cleaning itself – I guess it doesn’t like to be touched – before connecting and printing out the proper documents.    I was pretty amazed with myself, if I do say so myself and I can because it’s my blog.  I may not be at the top of the geek food chain, but I can push buttons with the best of them.

Finally, the cat.  Thunder and I have been having fun with the laser pointer and the small plastic balls with bells in them – but he’s not a cat that likes to be held yet, unless it’s on his terms.   Earlier today, I picked him up and tried to sit on the couch and pet him.  He struggled a moment, extended the claws and pushed off, and passed some horrific gas as he got clear of me.   I’ll be glad to get back to work tomorrow so that I can stop learning these painful lessons.

Some of my friends got me a late birthday present – a custom Blue Lantern Lego figure!

I think the appropriate term here is: SQUEEEEE!

And also, AWESOME!

I nearly had a nerd-gasm when I got it, but I was in mixed company and restrained myself.

But seriously, how awesome is that?!?!

Yesterday, while I was at work, I started to get a vague sense of unease.  That vague  unease soon turned into a distortion in my vision.  I’ve heard this called an “aura” – but that’s bullshit.  An aura is glow surrounding a person or object.  This was a sparkling effect in my field of vision.  It started as an oblong that expanded and then went out.  The distortion was gone, but my visual centers weren’t processing everything.  I was already in the grip of a migraine.

I took an ibruprophen early on – hoping I could get a handle on it since I had an important meeting late in the afternoon.  I went and got some food and ate that quickly – reasoning that I was likely to be throwing up before too long and it hurts way less than with food than on an empty stomach.  Also, there’s a odd sense of accomplishment that way.  Sorry.

I was doing okay with dim lights and my monitor at 50% – but then the nausea kicked in.  Past time to send an apologetic email and head home.  My head was hurting pretty bad, but the vision was back to normal. I made my way carefully home and went right to bed.

Then got up a few minutes later to make myself throw up.    For me, I don’t really start getting better from one of these until I’ve tossed my lunch and once that was done I had a sore throat and a sore back – but I was finally settled enough to get some sleep.

I slept the rest of the day away and got up after one of my friends stopped over to check on me.  I fixed some dinner, did dishes and laundry, and some paperfolding before putting myself to bed.   I’m much better today and was back to the pool today.

I wish I knew what the trigger was for me.  I also need to get some stronger drugs and take them earlier in the cycle.  It’s been a couple of years since I had one of these and I guess I got lulled into a false sense of security.    You win this round, migraine, but I’ll be ready next time.

Over the weekend, my friend and I took his puppies for a walk in the snow.  We went to a local park and the puppies were rocking the snow for much of the trip – until the girl puppy dropped to the ground and began gnawing at her feet.  The snow and ice had gotten between her toes and she was hurting.  So, my friend picked her up and carried her for a bit and I took charge of the boy dog.  Pretty soon, the boy dog was doing the same thing.  So, I picked him up and carried him.  The little ball of fur was warm, but heavy, and I set him down after a bit to see how he was doing.  He was okay for a bit, but then got distressed again.  I carried him the rest of the way to the car and I think he appreciated the effort.  The pups didn’t have any side effects, but some booties may be appropriate for the next trip out.

Also that weekend I reached a new understanding with my cat.  He loves me dearly – but sometimes that love must be expressed as pain.  So, belly rub -> claws and teeth.    Sitting on my lap -> back feet to my groin as he leaps off.  Sleeping next to my head in bed -> sneezing on my head.  (not really painful, but gross).   Feeding time -> hand bitten. (isn’t there a rule about that?) Holding paws (my favorite thing he does) -> claws randomly extended.

We’re buddies and I love him right back.  And I accept that his love comes at a cost.  It’s all worth it when I can holler “Thunder Cat, hooooooooo!” and he comes running.

When he feels like it.

I signed up for the 10th annual polar bear plunge.

http://www.portagelakespolarbearclub.com/

It’s for a good cause and I do enjoy being a little bit crazy.  Hoping to have a few folks join me at the lake to cheer me on – and maybe join me?   More details at the site – hit me up on Facebook if you’d like to come along.  And in case there’s any doubt – I will be wearing a Speedo.    You’ve been warned – the awesomeness may be too much for the faint of heart.

I had a dream last night that I was in the middle of a land dispute between a town – who had a legal claim to the land – and group of nomads/gypsies that had been using the land as a base camp for generations.  As the grandson one of the leaders of the town and a descendant of one of the town founders, I was chosen to speak for the town.    After the nomads made their case, I got up and made an impassioned speech about history and the lives of the people that had been involved.  I then suddenly made an about face and told everyone assembled that the real problem was all the ghosts that had been stirred up by the conflict.   There were hundreds of them and they were each tied to a specific object.  Those objects – paintings, vases, books – had been gathered in the meeting hall where I was speaking and I talked about how we needed to settle all of this once and for all.

I proposed that the town give up their claim to the land entirely.   In exchange, the nomads would take the objects and commune with the ghosts by holding their objects.  The nomads – being generally better story tellers – would write down the story of the ghosts.  Once the story had been told, the ghosts would be at peace.    And once they were at peace, the object could be destroyed and the ghost would move on.  If the object was destroyed before they were at peace, the ghost would go on a rampage until they were bound to a new object.

The nomads agreed to the terms and the town agreed as well –  happy to be relieved of the burden of the objects and the ghosts.

The meeting concluded, I went into a back room and picked up a vase.  With a few of the townsfolk with me, I explained that as I was dying I had deliberately dropped some of my blood into the vase so that I would be bound to it when I came back as a ghost.    My story told, I dropped the vase.  As the vase shattered, I faded out.

And woke up.

My friends and family threw me a super-hero party for my 40th birthday recently.  The theme was the Blue Lantern and there were balloons, decorations, and a matching cake.  And most everyone was dressed in blue!   It was supposed to be a surprise, but due to some unpleasant and not-entirely-resolved circumstances, they had to tell me it was happening.  Still, the decorations were a surprise and the party was fun.    Meant a lot to have so many of my friends around me for the big 4-0.

For my official birthday dinner we went out for pizza.  We ate about half the pizza, asked for a box, then set the box of pizza on the ledge to the side of the table.  We finished our drinks and got ready to go, then realized the pizza box was gone.  Our over-zealous and frequently absent server had thought the box – that she had just brought over – had belonged to a table that had long been cleared and threw it away as trash.     She felt really bad about it, but nothing to do about it.  I suspect we’ll get a discount the next time we go in – we’re regulars there.

Last weekend, I headed down to visit my family for my niece’s birthday.  In contrast to my super-hero party, my niece wanted a princess party.  My sister made her a princess castle cake and my niece wore a tiara and a princess dress.  My sister is hoping she’ll grow out of the princess phase I think, but for now my niece is all princess.  While the princess was napping, we played a few rounds of Farkle – which is becoming one of my favorite games.

My cat has been doing well.  He’s playful, sneaky, and affectionate – just like me.  🙂    We got through his medicine without damaging our friendship, but he’s still apparently got a bit of a cold.  He’s sneezed on my head a couple times, falls off the couch more frequently than I would have expected from a cat, and yesterday he unplugged the playstation in the middle of a game.  I guess that’s one way to get more attention.

I’ve been thinking for awhile that I wanted to adopt an animal and my first thought was to start small (fish, mice,etc.) and work my way up to larger mammals (cat or dog).  But I found I’d really bonded with one of my friend’s cats and decided to get one of my own.

So, I got all the gear first – litter box, litter, food, food dish, water dish, brush, treats, etc. – and then went to a local pet rescue with a cat carrier in my back seat.    I went in, went up to the desk, and told the woman there I wanted to adopt a cat.  She took me back to the first of the cat rooms and told me to pick one out – or let one of them pick me out.  I found a couple that I liked, then checked out the rest of the cat rooms.  After a bit, I narrowed it down to 2 – Bruno and Greyson.  And since Bruno showed affection by trying – unsuccessfully – to bit my hand off, I decided on Greyson.

I went back to the counter to fill out the paperwork and that’s about when the first wave of hell broke loose.  In addition to the animal supplies and adoption, the place was also a doggie day care.  And it was time for people to pick up their animals.  Every dog in the place freaked out at the new people and the dogs that were brought out to do be taken home.  I finished the paperwork and went to get the cat carrier from my car – though not before the staffer questioned me on my response to the section “How will you discipline your pet?”  I had indicated, “Harsh language and loss of driving privileges,” and then admitted that the cat was going to pretty much be in charge anyway.

The dogs settled down a bit by the time I got back and the staff person told me to go pick up Greyson and bring him to the front.  I went to get the cat and brought him up just as another huge dog was brought out and set everyone off again. We got Greyson into the carrier with what was I’m sure a meow of gratitude.

Then she noted that according to the paperwork, he had an upper respiratory infection and needed to be given medicine for the next 5 days.  She got him back out and demonstrated how it worked and I nodded, but I was a little worried about doing this myself.  We loaded him back up and I paid for him and took my cat- now named “Thunder” – to the car for the short trip home.

He meowed the entire way and I was eager to get him inside and settled down.  I opened up the cage and let him out in my dining room and he started to explore.  I took him on a tour of the house and he followed me.  In short order he’d:

• Had his first meal.
• First drink.
• First poop – in the litter box, no less.
• First of what may become infinite belly rubs.
• First adventure with a paper bag.
• First video game.

And all the while, purring so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself.  I was like “dude, shift gears already! You’re going to  blow out your trans-axle!”

We settled in for the night and he joined me – laying at the foot of my bed.  At some point in the night he must have gone to the basement to use the litter box again, but he was back up in my bed when I woke up this morning.

We’ve spent the day hanging out and playing. I introduced him to the windows and a cardboard box  – and he really enjoyed both.  I brushed him and then decided to try to give him the medicine.

That did not go well.

Nothing got spilled (including blood), but nothing got in the cat either.  We were both pissed off after several failed attempts and I think I’ll try again in a bit with him wrapped up in a towel.

He’s also pretty much learned his name and I can call out “Thunder Cat, HOOOOO!” anywhere in the house and he’ll come running.    Well, sometimes.

So, I’m now a pet owner.  And I think we’re both pretty happy at that – I’d be purring if I could.

I went to the dentist on Friday morning to have a cavity filled.  I knew I was in for trouble when the waiting room had fox news playing.  I mean, really?  People actually watch that?

The dentist was friendly, but did a better job of numbing my lip than the inside of my mouth.  So, when he put that needle in, it hurt like crazy.  I winced, he apologized, and I sat there quietly while we waited for it to kick in.  Once he was ready, he told me to let them know if I felt anything since the shot should have taken care of it.  Now brimming over with confidence, I agreed and they set to work.

At one point, the dentist asked his assistant for a “2 by 2” and I would have told them to go ahead since there was already a 2 by 4 in my mouth by the feel of it.  Except that I couldn’t speak because they had all that gear in there.  Too bad, too.  That would have been funny.  But not worth stopping what they were doing just to make a joke that I might have had to explain to them.

The actually filling didn’t take too long and I was on my slightly woozy way to work.

When I got there, one of my first tasks was an unpleasant one.  I had to write up my student assistant.  We’re really laid back in the office, but the day before yesterday I had assigned him a task and found him asleep at his desk.  Not just, “whoops, my head fell down and I went sleepy-time”.  No, this was leaned back, feet up, and full-on nap mode.  All he lacked was a snuggie.

This was the second time he’s done this, so yesterday I found the form, filled it out and set some new rules.  If I find him asleep again, he goes home for the day.  Asleep on the clock again and we’ll terminate him.

This actually seemed pretty lax to me – I mean, it should be obvious that one should stay awake at work – but he got a little pissy about it.  But not at me.  He was upset that he was being held to a higher standard than one of our full time colleagues – even going so far as to fill out his own complaint form about that person. He gave that to me and I hung onto it – I’ll ask him on Monday if he still wants me to take it forward.  It’s not going to do a bit of good and only going to make him look whiny on the heels of his own write up.   We stayed busy the rest of the afternoon and I think we’re cool.  I hated doing it – I like working with him – but it’s not doing him any favors to look the other way now and have him go out into the “real-world” with unrealistic expectations.