NURSE JACKIE REVIEW at the end of post

Since I'm a whore I will post more about Carradine as it is attracting a vast and lively viewership to my sweet sad blog. Hmmm, not quite but better than usual, as they say. So, I need to talk about the family now saying it's murder and how terrible a conundrum is facing the Carradines...

Suicide is particularly depressing in a 72 year old. It shows an impatience that is very unsettling. If he was told he was dying of a soon to be agonizing cancer than one can see a sort of Euthanasia suicide. But, since no health problems have been reported him hanging himself in a closet , nude, is just not a rich man with access to grand pharmaceutical would do. Then you have the very distinct possibility that he died while doing extreme masturbation and that is... hmmm, better than suicide mabye but worse than....murder. Which is what the Carradines want to believe. Murder trumps kinky sex accident death and suicide. I agree.
It very well could be. It could be that this killer unlike so many killers before him is being unique with his M.O. Most killers, serial or not, follow tired cliches when it comes to M.O. This one gets them naked, ties their hands, and gingerly (or not gingerly) places a shoelace on the penis.

This blog started as a meditation on M.O's and the idea of profilers etc so it is fitting to discuss this I figure. Very soon I want to expound on M.O's and the fallacies of forensic assumption but for legal reasons that will have to wait. Still, I got to say "forensic assumption" as if really meant anything and so that is pleasant. Oh no, new neighbors at the kindly 84 year old handyman murdereres house. They are making noise. Oh no!

I've got to get back to my heinous legal battle(still with the appeal) which by all indications will drag on for years and years. I made it to 40 without the whiff of a lawsuit or even an enemy, and now I'm literally going to have about 10 different legal battles launched within the end of the year. I'm finding many aspects of being falsely accused-- fascinating. There seems a poetic and philosophical purpose at times in having to face such... challenges... and at other times I just want the creeps who have done this jailed and worse.
I would read Kafka and feel a pit in my stomach and now I know why.

But, this blog is about Oprah and she has been replaced by Angelina Jolie and is now the second most powerful. I don't know what to make of this... I'm always glad to see Oprah usurped in any way shape or form but Angelina gets on my nerves too. Not in the way say that Oprah or Julia Roberts do but I find that she cranes her neck too much and that she does so to appear overtly regal or whatever. Every picture of her has her with overly erect neck and posey expression on her face. I never see her just natural. I truly find Brad Pitt unnatractive, and there growing family seems just tiresome. So, the fact that Angie is so powerful doesn't give me much succor even though it must rile old Oprah. Angelina seems to at least have some soul and I can't detect any with Oprah. I just can't. I see a huge head with well groomed hair and it makes noises and it rules the world and I don't understand.

Well, that was in the news 2 days ago and I should have covered it then. What else?

Saw some free preview of Nurse Jackie and I was pretty thrilled that I was getting this free preview because showtime or hbo is so above my present means that it's ridiculous, and for some reason I felt sad that I'd never see that show and was intrigued by it. I've only seen a few Sopranos(loved it) one weeds(didn't like it) a few L words(godawful!) and some nice marathon with this show called Sleeper Cell. That was a weekend to remember.Seriously. I've also seen a few free Dexters(some good, some bad) and so I rarely feel tempted by anything but some reality shows. I don't watch any show at this point on any regular basis. Actually ,I only watch a few reality shows here and there. I don't know why. I just totally lost interest in any other types of shows and haven't seen a talk show in 10 years. Well, anyway back to Nurse Jackie. Read a review in the New York, Trust that Nancy Franklin, so when I saw it free and on the TV yesterday I was pleased.

Well, now I'm very pleased that I'm not forced to miss anything. I didn't like it at all and my dislike verged on disgust a few times. I rolled my eyes so many times that I could honestly feel a muscle growing up there. Terrible,really. I found the character played by Falco to be common and unsympathetic and the supporting cast (except for the cool actress that go chunky and played the symbiotic sister on Law and Order) to be horrific. I don't trust Nancy Franklin anymore and that hurts. I would love my miniscule yet gracious readership to tell me what they thought of this show. God, reliving that show for this post has been rough. What a shit show, basically. Thoughts always appreciated.

art by sis when she was 12 y.o, muffins, lychees and such and so and whatnot etc.

Well, Pms once again crept upon me and made me forget that I was pms'ing. So all the existential anguish and bell jar blah blah blah was just hormones. Hard to believe, and I must excercise and use primrose oil this time around. I've been saying that for years but this recent bout of such despair and resentment and and all sorts of other emotions that made existence difficult, must be prevented.

I still can't find my niche, blogwise. I want to comment on L.A because It's still somewhat freshly annoying in so many ways but I can't imagine having to neglect my serial killing related blogs or my muffin business aspects or the millions of other sedgeways I want to take. Ie: why do you think the sedgeway scooter thing was such a resounding flop? I suggest that it's because this hybrid skateboard and scooter had a poor ratio of cool/efficiency. Sure, it could get you to your destination quicker but if you recieve too many looks of repulsion on your way to your destination than do you even care, at that point? Most people, despite their feeble protestations, care what others think, and so they will just set the alarm for a little earlier rather than having to witness too much scorn in their fellow man's eyes. I think so. Yes, I do. I am so going to follow through this time and continue with this blog post. I have a severe problem with follow through in the past and that is my biggest goal now: To follow through with my follow through goal.

I've been a virtual joke machine this week and now I just need to follow through and get it all down on tape and then send those tapes out and then propel myself off my computer chair and out to greet the adoring masses, whence they appear.

I never even had a sedgeway joke and see i sort of have one now, but now that I've written it and posted it and some silent eyes may see it, I've lost any joy in it and must make up new ones. My new gimmick: The funny comic lady who never repeats a joke. If she does-- she has to buy you a beer. What do you think?....

Answer me. dammit.

The muffin business is officially troubled. The lychee distributor that libby was getting wholesale prices from, has passed away. The guy who was getting us discount guar gum( an essential ingrediant btw) is getting in from a source that also makes salsa. So, the odds are stacked and salmonella can happen if we keep dealing with him. We'll see. This same shit happened last time: I was ready to launch my spinach pizza business the exact day of the spinach scare. Unlucky? That's always a hard question to answer.

I'm not bald or poor. I have a husband and a normal amount of children(though the chilren are not too normal, but not in they're special(in that good way) way.


I tell you, I'm overwhelmed. Very overwhelmed. I just figured out that it is possible to create a blog in three easy steps. This took me months to realize btw. Then, I feel that the time has come to get a webcam and so I do and I can't figure out how to get sound on it because ... I .... just.... can't. And now I see out of the corner of my eye that I should install.... widgets. Pardon my language, but what the fuck? Fuckity fuck fuck. Widgets, my ass.

I'm starting to feel that this old computer(I)either needs a major upgrade or it needs to be ditched all together. It has some corrupted files, that's for sure. And one of them is the comeuppance file. Even if I do get a new computer i plan to transfer that one over. So, if my arch nemesis( the repulsive carbunkle fig floataro) thinks that all her reckless madness is forgotten she has another thing and another thing... and another thing coming. Until she admits her lies and attempts to undo the damage, she will take up those megabytes and my computer will try to rid itself of this corrupted file. Enough computer analogies!! Geez. There is no end to analogies once you get into the habit. The only moral dillemma I've been slighty troubled with: Is it wrong to despise a roach?

Doesn't the roach, inherently, have enough issues as it is? This particular as ugly as a waterbug , roach is hard on the eyes, dull,below average in intelligence, and worse of all... unsexy. No. just kidding. It's worst quality is probably it's capacity to harm it's superiors.

So, that does, at times, give me pause, or at most, make me question my method of pest removal: bait traps or just smashing it and saving the effort of setting the traps and waiting for it to dissapear. Time will tell. < that cliche assumes that time has a voice and that time doesn't just heal but it will tell you when the scab is gone. But, do you have to apply neosporin and if there's a band aid, how many times do you have to change it. Ah, the lack of ink and paper waste, is making these blog entries, seem.... nutso. But, I'm only really nutso when my hormones make me so. So, I'm sane for the vast majority of the month.


Delmont Kliein!!! The spinster sisters!!! Mommy Henya-- the funniest mommy in the world. How shall I pay you homage and yet maintain both objectivity and brevity? Impossible? Yes.

So, i'll post a short poem and upload an image and hope that destiny runs into fate and that fate e-mails kismet who then conference calls synchronicity who then gets back to me and that my next blog post will find us all in valhalla, bali hai, or utopia and that we all like it there... lots.
Well, that's taken care of. My office program has stopped working and I can't access anything by delmont. Maybe, the picture will still work... It works. Good. I think I'll post my reaction to my new webcam.

tater.