People who have read my journal at length will probably have one of two impressions of me. Possibly even a third one, which is an uneasy hybrid of the other two. It probably comes as a real surprise to scum like Autism Speaks or the entire passive community that I do, in fact, have a mother. Continue Reading
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I write a lot about the abuse of children and how it comes back to haunt others around that child as said children become adolescents and adults. Given that things do not go away if you ignore them, no matter how many times people in a position of say over me have tried to tell me otherwise, I feel more than just driven to talk about it. I feel compelled, in much the same way as a ten-ton bomb feels compelled to hit whatever surface is below it when it is dropped from ten thousand feet above. Continue Reading
As you may have gathered from other posts during this month, June of 2012 was not a good month for me. Well, all bad comes with a certain lining of good, but that is all that the good in this instance really amounts to. A lining. And that good is in the form of making one of the toughest, most painful decisions I have ever had to make. Continue Reading
In my written work, I sometimes attempt to mimic in text my everyday patterns and quirks of speech. And by speech, I mean the speech to myself (thinking to myself) as well as exterior, to others. That part is because the two often converge, anyway. Such is the case when you almost never fail to mean what you are saying, even if the meaning you have in your consciousness and the meaning your audience thinks you are trying to impart are two different things. Continue Reading
Dear Odin, it seems when I write some things, they leave such an impact that I cannot get away from them. So, after one polite request that I cannot really turn down, I am going to tell you all about some films that have Lance Henriksen in them in some capacity. Continue Reading