Why is it that I find MySpace so annoying and I never post there? I’ll give you the short list:

• StupidSlowâ„¢ load times.
• Page after page of aliased flashing gifs that cause me to have seizures.
• BRIGHT YELLOW text on a LIME GREEN background that cause my eyes to bleed in pain and force me to CTRL + A just to read.
• Band Spam. If I like your music I STILL won’t add you. Just. Stop.
• StupidMenâ„¢. No, I won’t add you. No I won’t message you back. No, I won’t tell you my shoe size (WTF?!). I only add people I know in real life or that I’ve met through various message boards/blogs and like. And I don’t like many people so there’s a 98.354% chance I won’t like you either.
• Fucking embedded music players. The last thing I want while browsing the web is your crappy music blaring in the background and waking the dead man in the shed out back. It’s intrusive and ghey and insulting that you even think I’d like that music anyway. Whatever it is.
• Fucking embedded video’s. See above. Every time I visit my little brothers profile I’m assaulted by the sound of some idiot kid having a violent encounter with his keyboard. I’d like to have a violent encounter with the punk that posted it in his comments.
• MySpaceHoochiesâ„¢. They are all over the place. They’ve infected it like a nasty virus. You can’t stand to see them but you still stop and stare. Like looking at road kill. Only road kill is not as Photoshopped and a little more appealing.

It’s sad really. They basically opened a flood gate of stupidity and every moron on the planet with a digital camera and an internet connection now has a way to pollute the web. One of the girls at work was showing another her MySpace yesterday. This is the same girl I overheard asking another how to add “more pixels to her camera” and “what’s the difference between a regular pixel and a mega one”. *shudder*

It’s not that I think all these people shouldn’t be allowed on the internet. (I might actually think that a little but for the sake of my point, believe it okay?) Or that every person on MySpace is guilty of one of the above offences. I guess it’s just my way of not welcoming change. Once upon a time, having a personal spot on the web was kind of a badge of honor us geeks wore proudly. Now, with the invention of idiot proof pre designed community sites it’s just become a new fad. Like those horrid leggings all the girls are wearing now. Or blue eye shadow.

12 year olds posting crotch shots complete with ‘My Humps’ as background music and their names in pink and purple “sparkling” image next to a glowing Playboy Bunny seems to cheapen all the hard work and dedication that goes into what you get at a personal domain. What you see here at aflux or over at Amabilis. Places where the emphasis is on creative individualism and eye candy and on leaving your personal mark on something.

Or maybe I’m just freaking the fuck out because a neighbor boy left a love letter in the mailbox for Cassidy in which he calls her is girlfriend.

Who knows…

Worse than ever. All over chest, hands, arms, neck, jawbone, knees, thighs. Absolutely miserable.

Had a shot of steroids yesterday. Taken today: 3 Atarax, 1 Singulair. No better now than BEFORE 3 Atarax and 1 Singulair. Need to pick up from pharmacy and take today: 1 Prednazone, 1 Tagamet. Don’t have high hopes about the state of hives afterwards because the SHOT of steroids didn’t work, don’t see what a lower dosage in PILL form is going to do other than make me MORE moody and bloated.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with a doctor. Third doctor in two weeks. Will walk in and demand referral to allergist. Don’t talk, don’t look, don’t tell me you’ve seen worse, don’t give me more drugs that are going to make me irritable and tired and bloated and NOT ANY FUCKING BETTER. Just referral to allergist, please/thank you.

Now, I’m off to pick up all perishable food from refrigerator and drive it to my moms house so it doesn’t spoil before Friday when they can bring us the new WORKING one. Don’t have much to take… only about $200 worth of food I bought Monday to feed the little brother all week.

Hope your week is going better than mine.

The End.

Since I was way on the other side of San Jose in the Old Hood I decided to stop by the child support agency to check in and see how the never ending saga is going. While I waited I tried as hard as I could to busy myself by chatting to Julie and Kristen and avoid having to make eye contact with any of the men. Because if you are male and are there, there’s a 99% chance you were FORCED there for not paying somebody for the child that you helped create. And rather than shoot daggers at them I just try and pretend they don’t exist… and that I’ll wake up tomorrow with the $17,000 dollars I’ve been screwed out of over the last two years.

But there was one creepy old schmuck that kept staring at me. So I gave him The Look. You know girls, the look that says “If I have to respond to you it’s going to be by shoving your balls down your throat and watching you slowly suffocate on your very own inadequacy.” He got the point and stopped.

Till after I was done with my appointment and leaving that is. While I sit and talk to the social worker I allow Cassidy to stay in the waiting room to watch movies and play with the toys. They have a Plexiglass wall so that parents can talk alone and still keep an eye on their kids. When I walked out I called Cassidy over to leave and this guys looks me directly in the face and says:

Stupid Bastard (SB): Hey, you wanna hook up sometime?
Me: *stop dead in tracks, put on paint stripping face* No.
Me: *starts to walk away*
SB: Honey, I have a masters in engineering.

Okay, he’s done it. He’s pushed me too far. If I wasn’t already frustrated about having to drive clear across town at 4:00PM I *might* have let this slide by. But that wasn’t the case and he became the best outlet for such frustration.

Me: You have a masters degree in engineering and the best line you can come up with is “Hey, wanna hook up?”
(SB): I use what works, sweetie.
Me: You know what would work? PAYING YOUR FUCKING CHILD SUPPORT so that you wouldn’t be spending your time HERE and could find a more suitable place to pick up on the mindless IDIOTS that would fall for that LAME ASS line.
SB: But.. well.. bu.. uhh…
Me: *smiles and walks out the door*

I can’t stand being leered at. Or whistled at. Or “Hey Baby-ed” by some random schmuck. When it happens I always have to fight off the urge to verbally bitch slap the guy into next week.

The only worth while part of the whole visit other than watching the old schmucks balls retract into his body was the use of words like “bench” and “warrant” followed by “has already been issued” in one breath when talking to my social worker.

From MySpace to murder
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10272868/

This disturbs me. For a number of reasons…

The first one that jumped off the page immediately is this headline that somehow implicated MySpace and a big image of an online profile that ISN’T a MySpace profile. And now that I think about it, a story in the most recent People Magazine (w/ Brit and baby on the cover) quotes this profile image exactly and stated it’s from her MySpace. Now, she could be lazy like me and just copy/paste all that stuff but still, if you are going to point out MySpace like that at least show the profile from there and NOT Xanga.

Another thing is that Kara and David didn’t meet online. Nobody has disputed this fact. Her family, her friends and police all agree they met through a Home Schooling support group. Whatever the hell that is. Sure they talked online and chatted online but when this first happened I took the time to look over David’s MySpace profile and I really didn’t see anything from Kara that would have been a cause for alarm other than an age difference. Little messages that were superficial and tweeny and harmless.

Can’t we just blame the MURDER and not a website? I can’t get over the media’s NEED to place blame wherever they can to sensationalize a story. Kara’s parents had forbid her from going online. But she still did. They told her that she could not date an 18 year old. But she still did. They told DAVID not to come around anymore and he shot them in the head. Shooting Kara’s mother in the back of the head as she sat there in a chair, covered in a blanket.

If David had killed Kara and not the parents, the media would be persecuting them for not doing enough. They’s say that Kara’s parents should have been keeping better tabs on her. Or that their extreme Christian beliefs drove her to rebel. But, they didn’t get that chance and they needed a story so they blame a website for driving the kid to murder. Because that’s much easier. That’s more sensational. That will create more of a panic and bring in more readers. That will mask the fact that there are people out there that are so fucked up in the head they’d shoot two people point blank for… what, puppy love?

These parents were doing the right thing. They cared about their daughter. They did all the thing the media tells parents they should do. Monitoring web use, keeping tabs on boyfriends, stepping in. And I feel like that sacrifice has been cheapened by the media’s attempt focus on and “blame” a website for this and not the man that shot them.

/rant

The Avon Lady has on a bracelet with jingle bells. Like 142,000 bells that jingle every time she moves any part of her body. When she wiggles her toes, her bells ring.

I’m talking the kind of bells you see on those cute little sweaters with a big Santa face and twinkling red and green lights for eyes. The kind of sweater a kindergarten teacher wears the entire month of December annoying the sanity right out of every one of her students with the flashing eyes and the jingling bells…

It started getting annoying at about 8:00AM. Right now I’m counting the seconds till the jingle stops. If she has them on tomorrow morning there’s a good chance she’ll be passing them by bowel movement tomorrow night. And I might be looking for a new job. Or in jail. One of the two.