Crazy Is As Crazy Does

 The Voices Are Back!!, by goodnight_photography @ Flickr
So I often wonder if I’m totally sane. I don’t hear the Voice of Metatron in my head or anything. I don’t really have three people living in my head, although it seems that way sometimes.

But maybe I do have three different aspects of my personality in there. Maybe that’s the real advantage to having the girls around. Maybe that accounts for why so many people think of us as three separate individuals.

I’m a lot like JanieBelle in some ways, or I guess more accurately stated, she’s a lot like me in some ways. She provides a vent of sorts for a portion of my personality. Overtly sexual yet oddly demure and coy about some things from time to time. Opinionated, informed but still not thoroughly educated. She certainly won’t suffer a fool to continue in foolishness. That part is probably least like me. I’m more likely to allow a creationist (for example) to drone on an on for a while before I step in and say something like, “You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you? Get an education.”

I’m pretty liberal with the swear words at home, more like Kate. I tend to use them less in public out of appropriateness, but I won’t avoid them if I find them useful. I don’t really care much about whether what I say offends people. Don’t think you’ll like my answer? Don’t ask the question. Disagree with me? That’s your fault.

Kate doesn’t say much or blog much, but kind of reads and learns. She’s less articulate, more forceful.

It’s funny how different people who know us all have preferences. Some folks address me when emailing, some JanieBelle. I try to accommodate whoever is writing and answer in the appropriate voice. Mostly it seems that JanieBelle gets the most play. I’m not jealous of that, though I’ve been asked if I am. Hey, she’s pretty attractive, I understand. I think of that as a pretty major compliment, actually.

Having the girls around gives me this place, though. All the craziness and the politics and sex and what-have-you going on over there gives me a quiet place over here. Here I can be mellow and talk about my kids and my dreams and nightmares, memories and my extended family. I like this place.

I’m glad I was talked into keeping them both around after the gag was over.

Am I nutso? Probably.

But I’m OK with that.

From whence came the art:

That photograph is titled The Voices Are Back!!, by goodnight_photography.

Medical Merry Go Round

JP Immediately Pre-OpIt just doesn’t seem to end sometimes, y’know?

So both kids were out of school most of last week, sick. JP had some sort of stomach thing going on, Kay a virus exhibiting different symptoms. Kay was bad enough that we took her to see Doc Pace. Love that guy, btw. He checked her out, did a throat culture (which is where the worst of the symptoms where rearing their heads), gave her some antibiotics on the chance that it might be bacterial rather than viral. He was pretty sure it wasn’t strep or mono, at least.

She gets better by Friday and goes to school, James not so much.

He’s feeling better by Monday and goes to school, Kay finishes the course of antibiotics and begins to feel worse again.

Yesterday, I pick JP up from school, and he’s dragging ass getting to the car. He gets in and I say, “Yo, there are cars behind me with kids to pick up, what’s up with you?” He’s wincing in pain.

Now, he’s still wearing the boot from the ankle fracture he got at the end of football season so he’s not supposed to be on his skateboard or anything, but… yeah, like that would really stop him anyway. I figure he’s found a way to injure himself while on the field trip, undoubtedly doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

“My side hurts.”

“Where?”

“Right here.” He points.

“OK, we have to go to the hospital.” Kay’s home sick, I’m trying to get some writing done, I had not really anticipated appendicitis when I planned my day. I was in my PJs.

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MySpace Retards

EnlightenmentI’m sorry. There’s just no other way to express it.

I don’t use myspace much. My kids do, so I only use it to keep an eye on my young’n’s, really.

My wife does sometimes as well, and she was telling me last week how everyone else has cool pictures and stuff. She and computers are not the best of friends, so I thought I’d help her out a little and a few days ago I uploaded like 600 pictures to my account for her to use. (I don’t have access to her account, obviously.) The vast majority of them are from our trip to London in August of 2006. I kind of burned out after that, so didn’t upload too many others. (You’ll have to add me as a friend if you want to see them.)

So yesterday or the day before I got a message from myspace:

Date:

Feb 4, 2008 6:50 PM

Flag as Spam or Report Abuse [ ? ]

Subject:

We had to delete one of your photos

Body:

We had to remove an image (or images) from your account because they violated our Terms of Use. Our site is for people as young as 14, so we can’t have certain kinds of pics (nude/sexually explicit, violence, material protected by copyright). Find out more about content we don’t allow here. If you continue to violate our Terms, we may be forced to remove your account.

You may feel singled out, but be assured that we delete each and every one of these images as we locate them. If you find an image which you feel is in violation of our Terms, please feel free to use the ‘report image’ link below the image.

Thanks for your understanding.

MySpace Safety & Security

Wow. Really? I notice the “reply” button is missing, and the myspace tech support account from whence it came specifically says that questions not relating to technical support will not be answered.

Viagra OverdoseOf course I have to wonder what the hell picture they were talking about. I scanned and browsed, but nothing seemed to be amiss. It was hard to tell, what with 600 pictures to look through. Finally this morning, curiosity overcame laziness and I logged into Corporal Kate’s account to check the history. In a myspace account you can see friend updates, like “Dad added x number of pictures on such and so date in y photoalbum”. I start comparing the number of uploads that Kate’s account says I made with the number of pictures currently resident in each photo album.

The British Museum album is one short.

?

Further, there are almost 200 pictures in that album to look through. *sigh*

I look immediately for the little chicken-head idol with the really big pecker (seen here), figuring that if anything, that one might have offended some religious nutjob in the tech department. Nope, that’s still there.

I compare my local folder to the album, one picture at a time. Want to know what picture they found offensive? Look below the fold.

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