Neither here nor there...

Well, I don't have much to say, but I don't blog enough, so I thought I'd just talk about stuff that doesn't really have much to do with anything.

Let's see...oh, I know--entertainment. I went to the theater a couple of times this year, and rented other countless movies. The best movie of the year, in my opinion, has got to be "The Simpsons Movie." This movie was AWESOME. I mean, come on...Bart Simpson...full frontal nudity...you just can't beat that. The rest of the movie was hilarious, too. I also loved "The Last Mimzy," even though it made it onto the list of the 10 worst movies of 2007. I thought it was cool. In my ever-so-humble opinion, the worst movie of the year has got to be "Bridge to Terabithia." I was really looking forward to this movie, hoping it would be something like "The Chronicles of Narnia," which I LOVED, but instead it was so, so stupid.

As for TV, Thursday night on NBC from 7 to 9 is the best night only television, followed extremely closely by Fox's Sunday night. This is the last season for "Scrubs," which really, really pisses me off. I mean, Zach Braff, I love you, but do you really think you are going to leave this hit show and take the movie world by storm? I've never even seen "Garden State."

Okay, enough of entertainment, I'm getting bored. I guess that's enough for this post. I wanted to post an entry that was a little more lighthearted than my others, but, as usual, I just end up whining and complaining. Oh, well, I have to go with my strengths.

Fat People

Hey, I'm back...I know I don't blog often, but, whatever...

This time I'd like to talk about fat people. Now, right off the bat, let me say that I'm no little skinny thing, I'm fairly chunkified, but what I'm talking about is not the people who need to lose 10, 20, or even 50 or 60 pounds; I'm talking about you out there who are 300 and 400 plus pounds. Having worked at an orthopedic center for a year, I've seen so many freakin' huge people coming in to get their knees replaced--that's what I'm talking about. The ones who have bellies hanging down to their knees and have to use a Hoveround to get out to the kitchen for their 1,000-calorie snacks.

Now, being a vegetarian, I would like it if people would all stop eating meat and move on with the next step of evolution. However, being a somewhat rational human, I know that this won't happen soon, if ever, but I try not to let it bother me and I don't hold it against my meat-eating friends. What does get me is this: fat people eating meat. I think that if you're a huge fat load, then it should be illegal for you to consume the flesh of another living being. I mean, eating to live is one thing, but daily eating thousands of calories over what you need to survive and causing someone's death in order to do it is shameful and just plain wrong.

Now, I've been to a bar before where I've seen someone get way messed up and subsequently cut off by the bartender. I was even cut off one time when the bartender said I was ordering another shot too soon (I'd had a shot of Jack and wanted another one 15 minutes later and she told me I'd have to wait an hour...whatever, bitch). I think that restaurants should have this same rule. I think that if you waddle or Hoveround your fat ass into a KFC and ask for a bucket of extra crispy dead bird, the waiter or cashier should be required to say, "Buddy, I think you've had enough." If you want to be a huge, disgusting drain on society, then go ahead and do it, but don't cause the death of the innocent to get you there. I mean, come on, there's no meat in a Twinkie. Stuff your fat face with that.

Vegetarianism vs. Baptism

Having finally made it through all of the family dinners of the holiday season, I feel obliged to gripe for a while about my in-laws. My husband's family are are hard-core Bible-thumping Baptists who like to look down off of their golden-paved path to Heaven to remind us how our heathen vegetarian ways are sending us straight to Hell. Well, first off, we don't attend church on a regular basis (read: never). I don't believe in Hell, but they sure do, and they are convinced that we are pretty much spitting in God's face by not eating the animals that He put on this planet. They believe that we have dominion over the "lower" species of Earth and this means that we can--no, must--exploit them and use them as we please for our pleasure and entertainment. My father-in-law is an animal killing machine. My in-laws' property is a sixty-five acre forest and their house sits right on the edge of it. Dear FIL will walk an acre from his house to knock down a bee hive because he saw a bee flying near the house. They have several beautiful six-toed farm cats that live outside. If an opossum is unfortunate enough to amble over to sample the cat food, Dear FIL will be there like a flash with his trusty baseball bat to crush its skull. If the cats reproduce too much, the kittens and some of the mothers get shot. When Brothers-in-law #1 and #2 (of three) saw some squirrels chasing each other and playing in a tree, they raced to the house to grab their guns, and went back and shot them. They don't eat the squirrels, mind you, they just can't stand to see them playing like that. BIL #1, by the way, is a Baptist pastor. Dear FIL and BIL 1&2 go deer hunting every winter and it is almost as much a religion to them as their beloved Baptism. They usually murder at least one deer every season. Then, the following summer, they throw all the meat in the trash because it was just too much to eat, what with all of the cow, pig, and chicken remains that are already stuffing their freezer. Three months later, though, deer hunting season rolls around again and THEY MUST KILL.

Which brings me to our family dinner with them. They know that we're vegetarians (they call it "that crazy diet"), but they either think that they can change our minds or they haven't made the connection that we're vegetarians because we have compassion and empathy for animals, or something. When we walked in for the dinner, my poor husband was immediately inundated with the latest deer massacre stories.

Dear FIL: Hey, Mr. Martey, BIL #2 almost got his deer!

Mr. Martey: Avoids eye contact, mumbles something unintelligible.

Dear FIL (not noticing Mr. Martey trying to ignore him): Yeah, he's out there looking for it right now. The arrow went right through.

Mr. Martey: Looking slightly pale.

Sister-in-law #1 (pastor's wife): Did the arrow have guts or chunks stuck to it, like it hit something?

Dear FIL: Yeah, he's trying to follow the trail of blood.

Well, this converstation when on for about 15 minutes, until BIL #2 got back. He didn't find the deer yet. In fact, he went out twice more while we were there and he never did find the deer. I really think that they think that if they talk about their exploits in hunting around my husband enough that they'll be able to convert him back to deer hunting. Back when my husband was too young to know better, he went deer hunting with his father and killed a deer with one shot while the deer was running. Dear FIL just cannot accept or understand how Mr. Martey could be opposed to killing now.

It's just that I can think of so many good reasons not to kill something that are so much better than the lame reasons people have to kill something. Here's a few arguments:

1. Animals don't have souls, so it's okay to kill them.
Okay, I absolutely do not believe this. There must be a place in Heaven for them or God wouldn't have made them. But let's pretend for a moment that they don't have souls: Why would that make it okay to kill them? If something doesn't have a soul, then its life here on Earth is the only life it gets--taking that life away would be twice as bad if that's the case.

2. It's a man's instinct to hunt.
Allright, men, it's time to pick those knuckles up off the ground and evolve, please.

3. Animals aren't as smart as us.
Oh, yes, we're all freaking rocket scientists. If it's okay to kill those dumber than us, then what about all the drooling mental retards and brain damaged people that we spend billions on in time and money to keep them alive and comfortable? That's pretty stupid.

Okay, I'm done. There's more I have to say, but it will wait for another day. I'll finish today with this: Animals aren't so different from us; they feel fear and pain, and they worry about their babies and love their companions just like we do. We don't have the right to take their lives just to feed our fat asses.

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I Don't Get It...

Watching the news this morning, I see that Zacarias Moussaoui may get life in prison or the death penalty. MAY get the death penalty. My question is, why is this waste of human skin still breathing? The second that he admitted that his mission was to fly a plane into the White House, somebody should have put a bullet in his skull and buried his body in a shallow, unmarked grave. Or at least rolled him in a carpet and thrown him off a bridge. I mean, this piece of terrorist shit really gets a chance to live out his life in prison? I'm used to my tax dollars being wasted by the "government," but this is way beyond...I mean...oh, man, I'm chokin' on my own rage here. If it weren't for the drugs, I'd really be flippin' out. Oh, well, if this pile of loose stool ends up in prison for life, I hope at the very least that he gets kicked in the balls every day while he's there. At the very least.

Anyway...

Nelsen

This is my Toy Fox Terrier, Nelsen. His registered name is Gorden's Sweet Revenge. He is almost two years old, and he likes camping, lying next to a warm vent, and playing with his big sister, Tracey.

PreTzel's Top Ten

Oh, I love reading Prezzie's blog! Her top ten list of things she won't do has prompted me to create a list of my own. How she kept it down to ten, I'll never know. She really is uptight, though. No, wait, that's not fair--I guess we're all uptight in our own screwed-up way. For example, I eat and drink after my husband all the time (and I'm a medical assistant, so I know a little about germs--what I remember from school, anyway), but I can't stand for a tongue to touch me anywhere. Ewww!!! I mean, I love my dog, but if she licks me, whatever I'm doing at the time must be stopped and the offending saliva wiped off faster than immediately. Anyway, let me get to my list...drum roll, please, Paul.

The top ten list of..."What Martey Won't Do."

1. No tongues on me.

2. I will not kill or hurt anything intentionally. This includes spiders, mice, ants, June bugs, etc. This does not include people.

3. I agree with Prezzie on the nose-blowing thing. I don't wanna see anyone doing it, and nobody's gonna see me do it.

4. I, too, will not swallow anyone else's bodily fluids. That is just horribly disgusting and anyone who is assholey enough to ask someone to do such a thing needs to be wounded.

5. I will not make my bed. Of course, I wash and change the sheets and blankets, but what's the point of making sure the blankets are smoothly spread and neatly tucked? It's not going to stay that way very long. Making a bed is a waste of time.

6. I will not eat anything that once had a face.

7. When I'm at a family dinner, I refuse to offer to help with the dishes afterwards. Especially my husband's family--they make a person feel so uncomfortable that by the time clean-up time rolls around, I've either already left or I'm putting on my shoes. What's really crazy is watching my sister, aunt, and mother fighting over who gets to do them. You enjoy yourselves, ladies. I'm gonna smoke a bowl and take a nap.

8. I will not go to a Baptist church.

9. I will not baby talk or talk down to children. They're humans just like the rest of us.

10. I will not ever suck on anyone's toes. Eww, EWWW, EEWWWW!!!! You foot-fetish people make me freakin' gag.

Well, anyway, there's my list. I'll probably think of more stuff later that I should've put on there, but oh, well.