The Political Stix

My mom is crazy.

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 07:58:11 GMT

So... 2m & my mother calls me informing me that she called the cops because a man broke into her house and put a cat in her closet. Despite the doors being locked and blinds being closed this is the same man that shows movies in her window and sends cats into her house to terrorize her shoes and steal her clothes and she cannot be convinced otherwise. I think this latest development is exacerbated by the fact that she wants to move but we can't do anything about that at least until spring. She suffers from dementia which is known to everyone but her, and these events swell when she begins to feel like she's losing even more control. And since it's Super Bowl Sunday and also 2am there's no one to call but Jesus (and livefacejournalbook evidently). Needless to say it was a very rough night. After a bad cry and a good pray I think I'll be able to sleep until the morning when I can actually deal with this. Until then, prayers and good thoughts, 'kay? Thanks.<3

VOTE!!

Mon, 01 Nov 2010 17:11:52 GMT

Voting is one of those things that seems so rote to me. I mean, how can I make a difference out of hundreds, or thousands, or even millions? My vote obviously doesn't count so why should it matter? Especially after George Bush LOST the popular vote and still ended up as president? I was ready to throw in the town with voting all together.

Then a young Senator out of Illinois came on the scene and changed everything. Not just because he was black, but because he caused people for the first time in a while to really consider why they vote. My friend Veronica used to go to Western Nebraska for an agricultural company and while it was clearly decorated as McCain/Pailin land; behind closed doors many occupants admitted to being Obama lovers. They said that to keep up business and appearance they had to appear to love the conservatives, but they thought it was time for a change and knew who they would vote for in the polls.

Now whether they were just saying this to her because she was black is moot. The fact of the matte is what intrigues me the most. Americans aren't really left with too many secrets that aren't of the "terrible" variety. The things we keep to ourselves are usually embarrassing or incriminating or otherwise just plain unsavory. Whether it be that time you peed your pants when you were 21 (but you tell everyone you were 11), your actual whereabouts on the evening on Oct. 22nd, 2008 (that girl doesn't exist and that movie wasn't even showing that night), or that weird smell coming from your basement (whatever happened to that rude paperboy...?) most times our secrets are actually pretty damaging.

So to be able to have a secret that empowers us is a pretty big deal. I know I can go stomping for Fenty all I want, but when I get in that booth I can vote for whomever I want. It's the one little slight deception that won't get me landed in jail and there's something oddly intriguing about that.

Not that that's me, I'm pretty open about my political leanings and basically demand that for tomorrow you vote democrat or NOT AT ALL! That said, you can tell me what you want and then go and do whatever you like. It's your right, and your privilege.

Tomorrow, Tuesday, Nov 2nd, get out and VOTE!

Sure it gets better, but it can be pretty good now, too...

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 10:26:54 GMT

My bb's over at ONTD_ai posted Adam Lambert's It Gets Better video which serves as an inspirational video to kids being bullied.

I don't mind the campaign and think it's really nice. If it helps one kid then it's worth it. I just think that as straight people we should additionally have a campaign to help out.

Introducing: If you keep bullying people I will punch you in the throat!

Also known as: You are pathetic for trying to specifically not get along with anyone, and your quest for power through intimidation is desperate and gross or Seriously? You're just going to stand there and let this kid get bullied? I didn't realize you were so weak. That's sad. or Parenting, lol!

Basically this would be a set of videos from people and parents telling little bad butt kids that it's not cool to bully anyone, under any circumstances and if we see this behavior we will not encourage it by looking away or giving a congratulatory wink, we will take action and stop it. That we will teach our kids that in this life you are going to encounter people who are different than you and if you can't handle it then it is you that needs to GTFO, not the other person for being different. That bullying is stupid and only serves to make you look like a jerk. And jerks are not a good look.

Why is this a lesson that we only learn once we get older? Why have some of us still not learned this. I had the benefit of always having several sets of people I knew, so if I got sick of the shenanigans in one group I hung out with another for a while. My schools were always surprisingly diverse so there wasn't really any such thing as the nerds getting beaten by the jocks because that wasn't what mattered. Why are people so scared of change? Of differences? That they'd rather throw violence and hatred at it than try to accept it?

Evidently my mom used to get bullied right after her school got integrated. She came home wiht a torn dress and her mother declared that if she came home with another torn dress that she was going to be the one getting the beating. My mom did come home with a torn dress, but instead of it being from being bullied it was from her defending herself. Her mother nodded and sent her to her room. She was never bullied again and never had another torn dress.

I don't like pushing advice to the person being bullied because it feels like blaming the victim to me, but on the other hand I want these kids to be as prepared as possible to deal with the most stubborn in society. So go ahead and make the videos and continue to support those who have lost their will. And teaching them a nice throat punch couldn't hurt either.

Hallelujah Hollaback!

Sun, 29 Aug 2010 00:49:47 GMT

You know you wanna click!

Dear Sara Rue,

Thu, 26 Aug 2010 07:44:54 GMT

I love you like you used to love cake, but if that much of your self esteem was tied up in your weight then there's a whole lot more wrong that just your waist size. You weren't even that fat to begin with. Instead of Jenny Craig maybe try a licensed therapist first. Your commercial is worrisome to say the least. Especially since you used to be so cool and indy, holding it down for the fat girls who wanted to kill Matt Dillon and sleep with Joaquin Phoenix. But I digress...

So much too say and way too much time to say it in...

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 15:09:18 GMT

In which I should probably be doing something else more productive so I'll make this brief.
First off you guys have no idea how much I appreciate the comments and I always read them, it's just sometimes I can't comment, but they really sit in my heart so if you see me on your blog or I reply to your facebook status it means that I love and appreciate you and thank you. It's just that now is really hard, you know?

I've found in my life that either nothing happens, or terrible things happen and I'm getting really tired of it.

There's this song that goes "Monday, we held it together and, Wednesday we had stormy weather and, Friday we prayed it all better and, Sunday..." and it kind of trails off and I guess that's what it likes. It just keeps happening.

The bridge is "Prayer still works" and while I believe that, I'm tired of needing it. Which sounds heinous, I know. But prayer should be a time to give thanks to God and to appreciate Him and the things He's done for you, not to beg yourself out of the same situation you keep throwing yourself into over and over.

They say the bloodwork for my brother is inconclusive but the bone work says it's definitely cancer and my niece made the mistake of telling me that this may have been the news that my sister got because my sister is dead and now I'm thinking that if my brother dies my heart will officially freeze over and break into a million pieces and is that the plan for my life? To just die? Are we the children of Israel that sinned and can't live to see the promise land? What injustice did my family commit that everyone in it or associated with it suffers some sort of debilitating loss?

And if he lives, then maybe it will be okay. And this is what my life has been. Level 10 freakouts followed by hours of numbness, a cool down, a reconciliation, and maybe a bit of joking in between to mask my mood.

It'll be fine.

Dear Cancer,

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 05:07:42 GMT

It seems like I've known you my whole life. Before I even really knew who you were you'd already broken the heart of my oldest sister. Then, as time went on you wreaked equal amounts of havoc on my niece, my brother, my sister, my cousin, my other sister, my coworker, and twice on my mom. And though my mom is the only one that list who hasn't died, she's still suffering because of you.

Now the doctors tell one of my two remaining brothers that he might have you in his pancreas, and that is why I called you today.

It's time for us to breakup. I know you've been a part of this family for a long time. I'm not sure what happened to cause such a hateful and vengeful animosity towards us, but srsly cancer? Build a bridge, and get over it.

I mean, was it necessary to jump the line into my Mom who has never had a history of any cancer and suddently when she's around the Goodlett's she gets it twice in each breast? Or to jump to my Sister in Law's family where you killed her older brother? That's just rude is what it is and it's time for this to stop and move on.

They say if you love something to let it go, but I don't love you. In fact I hate you, and honestly, can you blame me? You're kind of a jerk. I don't want you to go find someone else to be happy with, I want you to go away and die. I don't think that's too much to demand. Leave me and my family alone, go find a cave in the center of the Earth, curl up and die.

Blurgh.

Yahooligans

Wed, 18 Aug 2010 05:20:57 GMT

Am I the only one who gets completely thrown off task by Yahoo!'s homepage? I'll have something very important (or extremely arbitrary... mostly arbitrary unless finding Eric Balfour's Angelfire fan page is a matter of national security, and actual, it might be. Anyhow...) to research and go to Yahoo.com and then suddenly those four magical little boxes will completely distract me from my task.

I mean, come on! Who needs Eric Balfour when you have an armless pianist? And I just found a little arrow system near the bottom where you can go to even more of these little mindless stories. And just when you think this time waster can't get any better, each article allows COMMENTING! Now people, we're all familiar with the users of Yahoo! Answers and the cesspool of wildly splendiforous crap they enrich our lives with, but Yahoo! commenters are EVEN CRAZIER!

It's like if you take IMDB commenters and made them breed with every LJ community ever and then sent their kids to the same school where Nigerian Princesses are the bullies. It's a lovely mixture of racism, ageism, inheritance pleas, and Russian mail-order bride requests that stretches my simple 2 minute search into a 3 hr tour of the Bermuda interweb.

Google with its efficiency and easy browsing just can't compare. I know iGoogle tries to customize content, but honestly there's nothing that can compare to the Yahoo! front page. It's simply one of a kind.

A Mosque by any Other Name.. Is Well... Less Controversial

Tue, 17 Aug 2010 08:06:28 GMT

A Mosque within a 50-mile radius of Ground Zero freaks out America. Islamic leaders suggestion to fill it with illegal immigrant babies only adds fuel to the fire.

Additionally,

Palin "refudiates" classiness by getting involved via Twitter.

First off let me say, I get it. I really do. I get why even the most liberal and tolerant of Americans would feel uneasy with their being a mosque next to Ground Zero. It seems like a slap in the face, right? Like, how dare they kill 3,000 of our citizens and then have the unmitigated GALL to try and place a freaking jihad empowerment center within a half mile of Ground Zero. As an American I understand that, but as an African American and a woman I know that there's more to this story than we know.

Like the fact that just because a group of people terrorized our country in the name of Allah doesn't mean that a) Allah had anything to do with it, and b) that those that believe in Allah also believe that the incident was b1) Allah endorsed, or b2) right. Trust me, in addition to being a black woman I am also a Christian and I know what it's like to be unfairly blamed as a whole for the actions of a few.

Also, let's take a look at the fact that since Sept 11th, 2001 America has been extremely crappy to Muslims in general. So building the mosque was probably just an act of "Hey America, sorry about 9/11 but our proximity to the site makes it so it definitely won't be bombed again, and we're totally all about paying your property tax, so can you possibly shut the hell up and let us practice our religion in peace?" Or it could have been a slap in the face, but I actually think that's fair given the BS they've gone through for the last 10 years.

When I first heard about this incident, or to be more succinct the backlash towards the president for supporting the structure, it made me wonder about something that's been racking my brain for at least the last year or so: What's wrong with America?

We seem to be entangled in this solipsistic rhetoric wherein we've created a type of control just so we can freak out when we lose it. We love nurses, landscapers, and construction crews but not as a whole and not when we can't understand what they're saying and especially not when they don't make much of an effort to understand us. And though it's not racist (for the sake of argument, ahem) we hate this so much that we're nearly willing to overturn an amendment to the constitution to alienate them all the more. I mean really people? We're going to make it so that no one can be a citizen of this country unless we say it's okay? When did America become the Regina George of the world? Why are we so reluctant to forgive, to learn, and to move on?

You wanna make a statement? Finish the 9/11 memorial center and pay homage to those fallen, but don't channel your anger into irrational hatred for a group of people only loosely involved. We're better than the thinly veiled, semi-rational arguments we're trying to use to remove even more of our rights in the name of... well I don't know, because it's certainly not our comfort.

It's this desire to hold control over everything, and when we lose this control that we've invented only in our own minds we take steps towards completely overturning the values this country was founded upon. The blinders on our eyes are so opaque that we've decided to paint a vision on them instead of clearing the way for the true future. We're still so young, so I guess in a way this is to be expected, I just hope we grow up before it's too late.

StickyTweets

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 04:01:53 GMT

09:12 @Mrs1Dimple Dude where was I?! :D Congrats, you look so beautiful! #

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Mon, 12 Jul 2010 04:02:36 GMT

14:13 Tyler Florences is getting fat. Hmm... #
22:16 @Mrs1Dimple ZOMG what'd I miss? The dress is gorg, but who are you marrying? #

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IMDb :: Boards :: Newsies (1992) :: Newsies might be headed to the stage

Thu, 08 Jul 2010 14:04:02 GMT

IMDb :: Boards :: Newsies (1992) :: Newsies might be headed to the stage

I have had really good minor celebrity luck on IMDB so I don't doubt this to be true. What also is true? Juanita Page is my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I will be dragging her to this with me. Sorry in advance, know that I love you immeasurably.

Yes Nina, I know I will have to put out, I'm prepared to make that sacrafice.

One day I'll tell of my obsession with Newsies so you'll all understand. Until then, just bask:

Sticky Icky Nuh-uh

Tue, 06 Jul 2010 15:26:11 GMT

So as many of you know, my name is StickyKeys. Now I know the juxtaposition of those two words can lead even the cleanest mind astray, but honestly the reason for the name isn't the least bit dirty. I was trying to figure out a new name and I kept hitting the shift key out of routine. After five times the computer asked me if I wanted to activate StickyKeys which has got to be the most random thing ever and I was all "Well, I'm random, so sure!" but instead of activating it I chose it for my new name.

Simple story though sometimes I like to have a bit of wink wink fun with it. Well, at least I did, until last night. I struck up a conversation with a guy at this community bbq in Takoma Park on Sunday and we're talking about our online shenanigans and I mention my name and he starts to smile really creepily and said:

"Hey, I bet I know why those keys are sticky." and as I look at him, I'm wondering if he's conjuring up a story about the honey that my landlord harvests, or... well, what it is he's exactly talking about? So I say, "You mean like, door keys?" and he laughs and starts wiggling his fingers and he's all, "Naw girl, you know... the digits." and I realize he's imagining that the "Sticky Keys" are my fingers after I get done routing around in my vagina which begs the question:

Just what do guys think goes on down there?

I mean, I know we say we're made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but that's just metaphor, you know? We're actually made of blood and flesh and different hormones so contrary to popular belife, there's not really a Keebler Elf factory holed up in my uterus baking sugary sweets. It doesn't really get sticky and if it did then I can't imagine why that would be something that you're into. Because stickiness foretells of a lack of water which means at the very least I'm probably extremely dehydrated and don't need to waste spit and sweat trying to get freaky with you.

"Uh hmmm.." I said as I slinked away to go find someone else to talk to. I asked my friend to help me come up with a new name and quickly shut her down after the word "Butterfingers" fell from her mouth. I guess I'll always be Sticky and it will probably always be gross, but at least it's a gross I'm used to so I can't complain.

Until tomorrow!

StickyTweets

Tue, 06 Jul 2010 04:00:16 GMT

13:21 @imonahorse SHHHHHHHRIKE!!!!! #

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I wanted so much regular...

Mon, 05 Jul 2010 22:26:12 GMT

I treat my confidence like it's a reserve of precious oil. Like I can only access it when I absolutely need some and the rest of the time I can maybe just save it up. I've come to imagine that it doesn't grow, and so I try to hang on to as much as I can so when I need it I'll have it. The problem is that I was so scared to use it when I really did need it, that I had to gorge on it in some hopeless endeavor to right the world again.

It failed because having no confidence and then having lots of confidence is inconsistent and scares people around you.

I had the opportunity to change when I got here. But instead of seeing this as an opportunity to start with a clean slate and rewrite history it became an exercise in desperately trying to not recreate the mistakes of the past. Not fighting so much and instead shutting up and taking it. Which killed me again.

So now here I am in limbo trying to find that coveted middle ground. Where I'm listened to and heard and believe in my ideas and can get others to believe in them to. Despite the fact that I try to tell myself that I don't really have any ideas because I do. I have lots, it's just I don't have the energy for sales, and that's what life is, right? Selling something? Ideas, services, yourself.

I'd like to be a production assistant or a project coordinator. I'd like someone to say "Okay Stacey, we need you to do THIS, and here are the tools to handle THIS" and I would say "Okay, when do you need it by?" and even if they said "Umm... yesterday?" I would do it. I like time-lines and due dates because it gives me parameters within which to act.

I don't like setting them, I like hearing them. Is that metaphor for the people who live on this Earth? People who set deadlines and people that meet them? Is one better than the other? One may afford a bit of control but is that control a fallacy? If you ask me to do something in 3 months, but really you want it done in 3 weeks, then where does the fault lie when I excitedly tell you I got it done in only 2 months and I'm met with disappointment?

Where did we forget how to communicate? Where along the road did it become acceptable to completely decide the future of a person without that person's continual involvement? Why are we so scared of each other that we can't effectively communicate what it is we WANT? What do we WANT?!

I don't know, I'm rambling, but this is what is inside my brain. I try not to let the hurt consume me, but dangit I'm butthurt, and now I'm in a grind and this is the one place where I never thought I would be again and yet here I am.

God is trying to tell me something, eh? I wish He would speak louder. I wish I could see five years into the future. Just five. Am I married? With children? Divorced? In jail? Am I even around? Because at least then I would see if this is all worth it. I don't want much, just to be financially stable, gainfully employed, happy. But when normal seems impossible to obtain what do you aim for? Is this how stars are made? People who are just so sick of being unable to reach mediocrity that they aim for the stars?

Should I do that? I want to write, and I give myself the excuse of not really doing that well enough, but what if I just said "Screw it, I'm a writer!"? Could I make it? Could I do what it takes to find out.

Let's see if I can keep this blog, then go from there.

Whoever still reads this I love you lots. More soon, hopefully a bit more cheery ;).

StickyTweets

Sun, 04 Jul 2010 04:01:51 GMT

11:26 On my way to Six Flags! w00t #

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Vacationland: Not worth calling in sick for...

Wed, 30 Jun 2010 05:42:15 GMT

"Hey, guess what bro, I'm also suddenly gay! Let's do it cause we're totally in love right now."

"Yeah even though we totally boned, don't touch me, okay? Because I was a kid before labor laws existed and also was qualified to work in a saw mill where I saw my boss having a gay orgy. My boss then caught me watching and gave me an all expenses paid trip to rape island. Now I'm just all effed up. I mean I'm totally kidding, that totally didn't happen, but remember it for later, k? And still don't touch me... Also, this may be the past."

-- Sticky's 5 sec review of Vacationland which she thought was Adventureland. Still, it was better than Kristen Stewart, so there's that. Also, it took me like 20 minutes before I realized that I had the wrong movie. Sigh... I have a lot going on y'all.

StickyTweets

Wed, 30 Jun 2010 04:02:52 GMT

08:09 @adamlambert soooo blessed bb! Enjoyed you immensely last night. Now THAT'S how you put on a show! #

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StickyTweets

Tue, 29 Jun 2010 04:02:08 GMT

15:46 @adamlambert can't wait to see you tonight at the 9:30. I've heard it's a great show, I know you'll deliver! #dc #glamnation #

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Marwencol

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 13:00:38 GMT

Or how I learned that sometimes learning something new every day can even happen at midnight.

Marwencol is the story of a man who was brutally abused by five men around the town of Kingston, NY. His face was so badly bruised it had to be reconstructed and he lay in a coma for 9 days. He also was found to have severe amnesia and needed to stay in the hospital for 40 more days while he had to relearn how to walk, talk, eat, and write.

Health care issues had him removed from the hospital early and he spent a short while in various therapies to recover. Once that cow ran dry Mark took it upon himself to find his own sort of therapy, and there-in lies Marwencol.

Originally this was supposed to be a short, but I don't think a short would have done justice to the complexity of this man. You have a '50 adolescent mind stuck in the body of a former Navy man who is obsessed with a WWII village. He was a talented artist before, but also troubled by his alcoholism. He deems this life his second life and is determined to make the most out of it.

There's so much here. Everything has a reason, a purpose, and unforeseen circumstance. You see this grown man playing with dolls and then you see the intricate detail of which he places them, and then he begins to tell you the story and you see that this is not just a display, but a reenactment.

I don't want to give too much away because I want you guys to try and see it. See how for every time you question his sanity you sometimes question your own. You start taking those preconceived notions and turning them over to see if there's something you missed. You re-question masculinity, femininity,sanity, vanity. This move really makes yourself wrap your mind around your world and see if maybe there's something more to all of this.

Try it. I think you'll like it.

StickyTweets

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 04:01:21 GMT

05:54 Today is going to be a big and busy day. Keep those thoughts, prayers, and good karma coming my way! #
14:04 Did you know that #
14:04 Im inviting you to Zo's Relationship Round Table Tour -- caltweet.com/3kg <-Click to Attend #
14:07 You guys know that Michael Jaskson died last year this week? Someone should do something to commermorate that. It's like everyone forgot... #

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StickyTweets

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 04:01:16 GMT

10:59 Jimmy Dean died?! I must make a sausage scramble to commemorate his passing. RIP Jimmy. #

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StickyTweets

Wed, 23 Jun 2010 04:03:42 GMT

12:01 @delbeth - saw the word "copier" and thought of you. Are you around? How are you? #

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StickyTweets

Tue, 22 Jun 2010 04:04:20 GMT

16:09 @breakawaychick -- DAW!! #
22:04 I love the Vampire King, but you all knew I would. Also... NAZI WEREWOLVES?!? #trueblood #
22:10 SOOKEH! #trueblood #
22:23 @_interrobanged I love this show soooo much! #

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StickyTweets

Fri, 18 Jun 2010 04:13:09 GMT

07:41 Fabou, I love how adventurous you are with your hair! (@adamlambert)yfrog.com/jadp4ij #
14:49 This girl is so not blind... #prettylittleliars #
15:26 So her eyeballs got blown out? #prettylittleliars #
15:29 And I'm sorry, but this Fitz/Aria thing? Gross. Why do I love this show? Gosh dawn you summer tv! #prettylittleliars #summertvislame #
15:35 #LHM Let the girl have her latenight lesbian shenanigans! #prettylittleliars #Aisblindgirl #
15:42 Does know one remember these girls are 16 years old? Supposedly? #prettylittleliars #

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