Here's something delightful to warm hearts a bit. Look how whimsical and inspired this man was:
Patrick Kruger made it look as though his Christmas tree cracked through his ceiling and through the roof! Happy Holidays! This wonderful idea is right up there with the home near where I live that has a herd of random, light-up reindeer grazing in his yard.
Ugh. Oh my god. 20 children murdered in two (?) classrooms. I'm thinking about my elementary school days. And that horrific number would have meant that half the kids in each home-room, if not more, would have been killed. What the fuck. What is going on with these mentally ill 20-something damn white boys?!
I know that a gun debate will ensue, and it should. But I continue to persistently and vehemently believe, that the larger, messier and more unpalatable debate needs to be about MENTAL HEALTH, our dismal mental health-care system, how in the 80s so much funding was slashed that once supported mental health care facilities--and how multitudes of facilities were lost. That so many times, everybody knows the kid/shooter is creepy, off, not-right, spooky, scary, etc. And that while much of this behavior is easy to chalk up to those bumpy late-teen and early 20s years, while children & young adults are trying to piece themselves together--what happens when these 'kids' are just crazy, sociopathic, angry and directing it outward? What happens when an 'adult' is clearly spooky, creepy, inappropriate--yet not quite bat-shit crazy enough to be institutionalized?
And then when you get to the institutionalization, cost of medications, etc, and find it a medical/financial morass--then what? That often the care that is necessary is unaffordable?
So as this tragic family multiple murder/mass killing unfolds and we learn more information, we're going to learn about yet another sick, fucked up 'kid' and how he just 'fell through the cracks.' Except these cracks just keep getting bigger, and eventually turn into mass graves.
And now these guys are delightfully falling fully into thier delusions, gearing up with body armor, special-ops flavored outfits that fuel their fantasy--it's truly insane.
It makes me so damn angry. Yes, a gun control conversation, minus political rhetoric (ha, right!) should happen. But the more desperate issue is: mental health care. Just ask the family of the man who got shoved in front of the subway train and killed: wouldn't it have been nice if that crazy man hadn't been there to shove him to his death?
Wouldn't it have been nice if that crazy asshole that shot up the theater had been medicated and observed? How about that maniac in Norway who had free reign to cause mass terror in an effort to push forward his deranged philosophy? How about Congresswoman Giffords? What about the Virginia Tech douche? Amish school, anyone? Or how about that vile woman who shot her colleagues because she was denied tenure? Oh--and as it turned out, also murdered her brother years earlier? Hmmm.
What's the common thread? Mental illness that is ignored or poorly managed, as an embarrassment or an inconvenience, a frustrating cascade of failing medical care, facilities and capabilities--and which later progresses into a warped sense of entitlement, insult and aggrievement collecting, and a deranged desire to inflict as much pain as possible. And whoops? There's just no solution. So lets ban guns because that'll make everything so much better? Safer? Less violent? It's a much, much more complicated conversation than that.
Those poor families. Right now at Christmas. Parents of such tiny, little children--little ones whose final moments were filled with horror and terror. And of course the gunman's dead. Of course he is, the fuck.
It's weird the stuff you find online. I mean really, really odd shit is out there. Sure, I have done a bang-up job contributing to that oddness, and weird interior design fan-girl, what with IDing random shite in Captain Raydor's world as TNT brings it to us. I grant you, yes, that's odd.
But while looking for images for "Glasses Make the Girl Grow Hotter" (yes, yes, maybe more oddness, fine!), I found a whole site devoted to Mary McDonnell's feet. Her FEET. Strangely, for a site devoted to her...feet... there aren't a lot of good close-ups of said...feet.
But happily there was this great pic of the gal herself. I just hope that when I'm her age, my hair, which has never been that fabulous, looks half that good. In fact, god willing my mama's good genes will see me through 60 and into 70 fairly well. But damn, I hope I look as great as this specimen. Or Bonnie Raitt for that matter. And speaking of, those two birds could be sisters, what with the Excellent Hair Porn.
Separated at birth? Mary McDonnell and Bonnie Raitt (BR photo by Buzz Person)
Sewwwww. The car has been "iffy" at best. It's old and run down. But I tell you what. It wants to drive. I can feel that it's a good driver and it wants to go. If only I can keep it from over-heating. Lost an entire day getting it looked at/worked on--but necessary since it was over-heating, and if tomorrow goes like today, time to cut loses and get a truck with tow for the car so I can get her back to town intact. But, I like that car. It's a good little driver. It wants to go, and so do I.
So far, I've found replacement front turn signal lights & a driver's side mirror (currently, I have about a thrid of a mirror). Electrical system is wonky. Lights have to be hot-wired off of battery to work at night, so trying to stick to day only, like a reverse Vampire. No working interior cabin lights either; to check speed, I have to hit the dials with a flashlight. Happily I have a small one with me. Brake light comes on, but jiggling the emergency brake turns the light off. I really hate to think about how much electrical weirdness there is. Probably all of it will have to get yanked.
The "pristine" backseat isn't. I can only imagine that the seller didn't understand the word. If pristine means: sun-faded, cigarette burned, animal haired, deeply filthy--they yes, it is pristine. I no longer feel badly about replacing everything interior. I have ideas about some custom upholstery, depending on what plastic interior parts I can find: vintage hideous red or that lovely baby diarrhea color.
I think order of priority will be:
1. fix overheating
2. fix electrical
3. fix heating element
4. check brakes
Everything else is also important, but I think those are the hurry-ups.
Nice to have done soon:
1. replace all window seals, window alignment
2. replace RH front turn signal
3. replace/repair dash cracks
4. replace automatic shift and emergency brake handles