Wednesday, December 8, 2010

See what we learned?

Grooveshark!

Social media class

Anelia was my grandmother. She never had the opportunity to learn to read or write. I think she'd have liked having a blog named for her.

PS: But, but, but I also think she'd really understand that it's a bit unrealistic to maintain two blogs and twitter, right? Right!

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Happiness is...

Popcorn.


Charlie working on my new banner...


... and this note to Santa's reindeer (Charlie's never been a Santa fan. The reindeer are okay though.)


Charlie's own original Monopoly board - he's working on it right now. You even get a fine for not bringing your books back to the library in time.



I was feeling quite sorry for myself a few hours ago - (I'm missing the company holiday party). But because life really is a funny old thing - like one of those puzzles with sliding pieces - I'm feeling quite happy and content at home tonight with my sweet little lad.

Friday, December 3, 2010

A good man is gone - we as a society need to do better

All day Tuesday, phones were ringing in the homes of a great group of my friends. From household to household, the bad news spread that one of us was gone. Our friend Bruce had died. On purpose.

I wasn't superclose to Bruce, but the fellow I knew was a total sweetheart, a great "studio guy", excellent in times of stress, a music lover, a cat lover, a dry wit, and everybody liked him a whole lot. Everybody.

We're all trying to figure out why Bruce chose to end his life. But I don't know what he, personally, was going through. All I know is that it had to be pretty bad.

I found out some of his thoughts when I spent several hours later that night reading his blog, Canuck Attitude. This post, in particular, was so full of pain, sadness, rage and disappointment it made me weep for him and every person who's gone through anything like what he describes.

Here's just a bit:
There was a time when I couldn't see myself living beyond sixteen because I couldn't believe that a life so full of hurt, actually it wasn't just the hurt, it was the hatred that was directed toward me that made me feel that maybe being born wasn't such a great thing after all.

Imagine that, eh. You're you. And you're making your way through your childhood and youth, learning that a significant proportion of the world hates you. You've done nothing to deserve it. Nothing!

He also says,
As much as I'm impressed and heartened by Dan Savage's It Gets Better Project and the incredible response it has generated, I can't shake the feeling that all we are doing is patting kids on the head and sending them back to the dungeons while telling them to be patient. I'm sorry, but that's still a kind of tacit approval of bullying.

In memory of Bruce, I'm taking the pledge from the It Gets Better folks - which really means we have to do more as a society than just say it'll get better: "Everyone deserves to be respected for who they are. I pledge to spread this message to my friends, family and neighbors. I'll speak up against hate and intolerance whenever I see it, at school and at work. I'll provide hope for lesbian, gay, bi, trans and other bullied teens by letting them know that 'It Gets Better.'"

No Surrender
Bruce designed this flag, put it on his blog, and encouraged people to copy it. In his words, "This flag has no meaning beyond declaring self-purpose about one’s individuality. It’s a testament to the fact that no matter what, we all have to get up every morning and live in and share this place no matter who we are."

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Lucy-girl


Last week, my friend who's loved and adored my kitty-cats for several years called to tell me that sweet Lucy is being put to sleep. I haven't yet heard the final word, but I've been thinking about her so much and have to say she's just been the sweetest, friendliest, funniest, purriest, lovingest cat the world has ever seen. Bye-bye, my pink-nosed princess. You sure have given us all a lot of joy.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Home sick watching the snow, reading letters, with a side of good ol' MTM

Monday morning I woke up very surprised to find I was sick. And here I be on Wednesday afternoon, still sick with a feverless version of what Charlie endured last week. I've been able to do at least 3/4 of a day's work from home, which has made me happy to produce more than just phlegm (what a wonderfully descriptive word, eh?).

I've also amused myself by sleeping and reading a big thick filefolder filled with letters received almost two decades ago, from a dear friend, written about her adventures living overseas.

The other cool thing I'm doing while I eat lunch (will dill havarti and keilbasa cure the common cold or just increase my BMI?) is watching the first season of the old Mary Tyler Moore Show. What great writing! What wonderful characters - they're still just fabulous. I still LOOOVVVEE Rhoda, and Mary is absolutely adorable and funny. The very first strains of the music made me weep with joy. During my multitudinous single years living alone, the very idea of this show cheered me up. And Mary's apartment? OMG! Sweet perfection.

One of my most favourite blogs in the entire world (wide web), Hooked On Houses, one time featured Mary's apartment in Minneapolis - do click and enjoy.

Photo is taken from Hooked On Houses.

AND, oh no, that's not all - click for photos from Julia's magical blog featuring inside The Actual House.



The opening from the first season:

In later seasons the lyrics changed from "You might just make it on your own" to "You're gonna"! Lovely, no?