LOL Debra!

You reminded me that the word DOGMA makes me laugh out loud. I always think of Kevin Smith's fabulous movie of that name and just the sound of the word makes me think of a big stupid dog biting it's own ass viciously. Better yet, a whole huge daisy chain of so-called religious leaders down on all fours biting the ass in front of them. Keep them out of trouble for a little while.

Not Quite a Rant

I've been brewing a socio-political rant but I don't even know where to begin now that the Pope has put his foot in his mouth and fuses are being lit all over the world to thrill and entertain Allah, again. How hard is it to see that every bit of misery on this planet (that's not a direct result of human greed) stems from the superstitious voodoo bullshit espoused by each and every religious group that ever claimed a prophet or climbed a pulpit. I wish they would just get on with their frigging arma-fuckin-geddon and be done with it. I'll spade their ashes into my garden and the world will go on about it's business better off without them all. Sam Harris has it right and be-frigged if I know what to do about it. Instead, I offer this - "The Heart of Life" by John Mayer" I hate to see you cry lying there in that position There's things you need to hear So turn off your tears and listen Pain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around No it won't all go the way it should But i know the heart of life is good You know it's nothing new Bad news never had good timing But then the circle of your friends Will defend the silver lining Pain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around No it won't all go the way it should But i know the heart of life is good Pain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around Fear is a friend who's misunderstood But i know the heart of life is good, i know it's good, i know it's good Oh i know it's good Oh i know it's good Oh i do, i do, i do Oh i know it's good

Therapy Continues

I re-wanked my elbow again on Sunday trying to lift an angry cat. Miss Karma has been highly pissed off at me since I treated her little flea buddies to genocide. I tried to give her a lift to the sink for drink (cat owners understand) she struggled and the elbow went "click". Not quite square one but aggravating. But last night I felt good enough for some handwork so I rooted around in the studio for a UFO and found one of the smaller body parts and spent nine innings appliqueing this little Liver. The Braves polished off the Nationals smartly and do we dare hold our collective breath now that they have won two consecutive games? On Sunday they stole a game from the Marlins in the 10th inning when the Marlins outfielders suffered some sort of mass hysteria and began impersonating the Three Stooges. Braves 8, Marlins 7. I love to watch the boys have fun.

Baseball & Fiber Therapy

Painting was painless. Wringing out the fabric by hand was challenging but probably good for me. When I first discharged these two pieces, I left the goo on too long and almost all of the color left town which really wasn't all that interesting so I went back and painted on some dye, sprayed the pieces down with soda ash solution and just left them to dry outdoors. Improved somewhat but I have an awful compulsion to start hand stitching on one of these pieces. Voodoo spent some time pie-ing my back before settling in with me to watch the Braves take another beating. My sympathies to those on the DL.

setback

Ugh. Early tuesday morning I decided the trash cans weren't tidy up to the curb as I was leaving for work. I got out of the car, planted my feet and grabbed hold of one can fully intending to have it do my bidding with one pull only to discover that the can weighed more than I did (we missed the trash pickup last week) and I felt my right elbow joint and shoulder momentarily disassemble and then realign (mostly) themselves. Pain bloomed and I realized that I HAD DONE MYSELF AN INJURY! *&$!@&** *#@!* and more along those lines. Pirates woulda blushed. So I got back into the car and limped off to the office with my right fist curled into an involuntary ball. I have new wrinkles between my eyebrows from going "OW" every 30 or 40 seconds. The fingers work okay but the arm just refuses to answer the helm to varying degrees depending on what I ask of it. Brushing my hair is quite an adventure as were other personal care issues. I almost choked myself with the toothbrush. Left handed eating slows things down considerable - not bad to consider. Rest, Ice, Drugs, more ice, more drugs and it gets better each day. Thank goodness I won't have to pitch in the playoffs (sniff sniff). I can't crochet but I can paint. Tomorrow will see what happens at the sewing machine.