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Whew, is the weather ever getting hot and muggy! I imagine it's akin to being in a kiln, only less dry. Yes, I know...it's just a WEE bit of an embellishment there, but that's why you like reading my ramblings, right? If I said things exactly as they are, you'd be bored stiff...Gotta add a BIT of pizazz somehow (if it can even be called that), but at least I don't wind up twisting the story around... There are many ways of stopping traffic. The conventional way would be the implimentation of stop signs. But that's not amusing. Another way could be for me to whip out my cherry red micro-miniskirt and black fishnet stockings. *Smirk* Oops, sorry...that's a technique for blinding people. So what's a fun way to stop traffic without resorting to road signs or a Pretty Woman get-up? Turn into an animal, but preferrably a duck. Stop scratching your head (or any other body parts, for that matter) now. I'm being serious...slightly. The quickest and most amusing way to stop traffic IS to morph into a duck. As my parents and I were driving along, a family of ducks waddled across the road. There were exactly two adult ducks and approximately five or so ducklings (which were all adorable!). The drivers all waited patiently in their vehicles for them all to cross and we exchanged smirks. I live in the city and this type of thing does not happen daily. Perhaps if I lived in the country, I'd be used to being stopped by deer and bears on a regular basis. Whether or not it was just my imagination, the group of ducks seemed to act very much like humans. In particular, the two adult ducks acted like supervisiors on a daycare excursion. One adult duck led the ducklings safely across the road, looking back occasionally, I suppose, to see if any had become roadkill (<--haha...lovely dark humour, no? I try and sometimes fail.). The ducklings were walking in a single, straight line, followed by the second adult duck. That last duck was turning its head left and right, watching the cars, probably thinking to itself, "As a pedestrian, you just can't trust those human drivers! Besides, some of them even EAT ducks!" (The horror!) Both adult ducks quacked a few times before reaching the sidewalk and I wonder what they were saying. It would be neat if one day we could hook up some gadgets and discover generally what they are thinking and saying. Maybe something like that already exists. I'm not sure, as I don't belong to the In Crowd in the duck and wildlife organizations. Who knows? I could always ask a family physician about it. Besides, they hang around enough quacks to know a thing or two...Hahaha...you saw that joke coming, didn't you? So why didn't you run like the devil was at your back? Sometimes I just can't understand you readers. You think that some things are corny or just plain stupid, but you continue to read my ramblings. How do you ever put up with me? God bless you! I can hardly put up with myself at times! In my summer school course, I watched a documentary called "Advertising and the End of the World." Can you say dramatic and extreme? No? Well, I can recommend a speech therapist who did wonders for a perky little baboon called Charlie who later mastered how to say the Peter Piper tongue twister fast. Don't believe me? Good. Always use your critical thinking skills. Like they say, if you don't use your brain, you'll lose it. Some people already have only a few brain cells left, so take care of those babies or you'll be foaming at the mouth before you can bat your eyes. Going back to the infamous advertising documentary --> After watching it, sure I felt informed (a bit), but I also felt deceived and depressed (Side note: Like the alliteration? You don't? Well make like a limping lemming then. Don't know what a lemming is? Geez, do they not teach ANYTHING at these so-called educational institutions? Hehe...just kidding. I'm often a pleasant person...except when I'm not). I knew before about the insatiable power of the media (I didn't receive the English Media subject award in high school for nothing), but the documentary was like a whip in the face because it highlighted all the negative aspects about the business. Plus, with an already-we're-defeated title like "Advertising and the End of the World," the producers are actually placing us, the viewers, into a laissez-faire state. That is a crock of shit and it reeks. I'm not in the advertising business, however I WILL say that advertising alone is not evil and manipulating. It depends on the people BEHIND it. Benevolent advertisement CAN and DOES exist, albeit in smaller numbers than its counterpart. I get frustrated whenever I watch documentaries with black-tinted glasses. I'm not saying that we need to wear rose-tinted ones or green-tinted ones ($$$). I think that if producers really want to wake people from their slumber of the crippling effects of the media, they should tell us what we CAN do instead of how bad the current situation is and how marketing sells lies and deceit. Pointing the finger is sometimes necessary, but it needs to be followed with something more applicable and proactive, or it'll feel just like you're sticking it up your nose in search of buried treasure. One thing I think advertisers can do is tone it down on linking products with fantasies. Sure, it would be neat if everytime we bit into a piece of chocolate or washed our hair with Herbal Essences, we had orgasmic-like experiences, but where is the truth? Oh yeah...it's hidden behind someone who lives in the Ivory Tower. I forgot. Hail capitalism. Now I'll be a bit more serious. I hope my nose doesn't bleed. I don't look at many computer advertisements, but the ones I HAVE seen generally seem very direct, stating what the consumer will receive, how it will perform, the price, and other practical information. With the annoying "Dude, you're getting a Dell!" commercials aside, lots of computer commericals seem less swept away with promoting fantasies. When's the last time you saw a bikini-clad, volumptuous woman sprawled across a computer whispering, "Can I help you with your hardware?" ? Hopefully never, but if you did, I'm guessing that you actually had your television on mute and used your potato chip bowl to catch the drool that fell from your mouth. What I'm trying to say is that advertisers could try to 'get real.' If I want to buy a lipgloss, I don't want to subconsciously think that by wearing it, I will become the fantasy of every man alive. Heck, I can have that mental fantasy anytime I want without buying your crappy, expensive product. Advertisers, just say what the product does, perhaps what it's made out of, and leave it at that. Why promise love, sex, and popularity? Sure, sometimes it sells......It sells billions of dollars, but in the expense of crushed self-esteem and inflated superficiality. Is the economy worth that? This weekend, I celebrated my 9-month anniversary with my boyfriend. I can't believe how fast times flies. I could believe how fast it walks, but FLIES, oh no...not that! *Smirk* I'm still so much in love with him and being with him feels so right. It's hard to explain matters of the heart. Some people don't even try! I have never felt so safe, so wanted, so loved, and so comfortable with previous men. I felt a strong attraction to him very early on in our relationship. There's something about him that makes me feel like he could possibly be the one. He is delightfully different from any man I've ever known. No, he's not a cyclops or Igor...Those are extreme physical differences. With Mike, it's the subtle differences that make the overall impact so breathtaking. From his witty remarks to his full lips and mostly-green eyes to the cute way he sighs, he has my heart, one hundred and fifty percent. Of course, like many mothers, mine thinks that I'm going 'too fast' with him, but her 'too fast' is 'just right' for Mike and I. If we went slower, we might not be happy in this relationship. Mike and I try to see each other several times a week, but my mom actually urged me to see him less and to "see other boys." I have no intention on slowing down anytime soon. Seeing him several times a week isn't that much. Besides, how could you call someone your boyfriend if you only see him once a month or less? That's ludicrous, but tell that to my mother and she'll say that you're young and don't know what's good for you. Please! The youth deserve more credit than they get, oftentimes. If you want them to respect you, you should make a decent effort to respect them! Sometimes I feel as though my mother is trying to sabotage my relationship with Mike (because she doesn't like him). It hurts that she doesn't listen to me, usually interrupts me two words into a sentence, and assumes that if I'm not with her, I must be against her. The daily struggle is challenging and tiresome, but I do believe that I am on the right side. I am following my heart and thinking for myself. I am not a sheep, blindly listening to 'elders' JUST because they're elders. It doesn't matter how old you are. Some people are good, bad, right, or wrong. Society is like a bag of assorted nuts and being with some of these nuts give us emotional allergies. I just want my mom to be happy that I am happy with someone who I love and who loves me back. My boyfriend and I are not involved in blood-sucking rituals or jumping off skyscrapers or shooting up on drugs or anything extreme that would (and should) cause any normal parent to be concerned about. She ought to cut me some slack and expand her horizons. I've never been the "bad child" and I'm not now. It's all in her mind, I think. Just because now I don't agree with her one hundred percent of the time doesn't mean that I'm purposely against her for its sake alone. I was born with my own brain and God forbid, I actually use it sometimes! *Gasp* She thinks that just because I disagree with her about her negative opinions on my relationship with Mike, that it's all BECAUSE of Mike. That is so unfair. I haven't always agreed with her before I met Mike, but now that he's in the picture, I guess he's become the easy target. He might as well get a red bull's-eye tattooed on his forehead! The way I see it is like this: She doesn't give him a chance so that she can get to know him, so she's in this rut of perceiving him as a walking negative stereotype. With the same cracked lens, she sees me as being with Mike for superficial reasons only. Well guess what? I'm not an air-head and I never was. YES, Mike is insanely gorgeous (GREAT genetics), but I love him not JUST because of that, although I DO swoon sometimes...hehe...If I was merely into looks, I'd settle for someone with a bird-brain like Anna-Nicole Smith and with the body of a straight male supermodel. The thing is that Mike has a brain also and isn't afraid to use it. *More gasping* He reads so many books and articles on a regular basis, yet with his perfect 20/20 vision, you'd never know it. He uses big words that would scare the pants off the average Joe. While nowhere near wimp status, he can also be very sensitive and caring. He's always asking me how I feel and tries to make me happier. Another fantastic thing about him is that he is not one to give up easily in a relationship. That's good, because no matter how much in love two people are, trouble will always surface and it's up to both of you to either get through it and deal with the situation or throw your hands in the air and bolt. This just in: Mary buys an academic book on bullshit! The book is called "On Bullshit" and it is written by Harry G. Frankfurt. It's supposed to involve academic, philosophical and psychological discourse, with some humour, on how people use bullshit in everyday life. I will probably write a book review on The Mystic Realm website (under the "Books" link) after I've received and read it. I ordered it on Amazon.ca for $7.35 (Canadian). I also pre-ordered J.K. Rowlings' "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," which is coming out in July. I can't wait for both. I'm a proud pothead (err...Potter-head...hehe), albeit I'm not extreme because I don't care about getting the book at midnight when it's released. That's a bit much for me. I don't think that I've ever wanted any book so badly that I'd stand in such a long line at midnight to get it. Remember in my last entry I mentioned my obsession with lilacs? Well about a week ago, Mike and I clipped 3 large bags' worth of lilac blooms and put them in vases. The fragrance in the house was incredible and I could never get sick of it. One bush had lilacs with dark purple blossoms, lined on the edges with white. The other bush was dark purple and another was light purple. The latter was a double-bloom (if that's the correct term). This means that each lilac bloom looks like a flower within a flower. They were all so beautiful. If I was a cat, lilacs would be my catnip because yes, I am THAT special.....*Rolls eyes* If you think that I'm "special", well I have news for you: My cat, Pingu is more "special." Wow, what a kewinkidink, I know! Whenever he jumps up on the foot of my bed (to my mother's dismay), he purrs so loudly and all four of his paws are flexing in an out, while he moves each paw up and down. The neat thing about it all is that when he walks on you like this, it feels very much like a great back massage! I let him walk on my back and he gave me one of the best massages I've ever had. Haha, yeah, I know now I sound like a kook, but I'm not...........usually. *Smirk* Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. *Grin* Well, that's all the time I have now. I may have a new entry up later on this month, but if not, something will be posted in July! Mary Shaw ~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.
LAST FEW SONGS I LISTENED TO: + "Serenity" by Godsmack + "Something in the Way" by Nirvana + "Again" by Lenny Kravitz + "The Boys Of Summer" by DJ Sammy (featuring Loona) + "At Last" by Etta James + "Green Eyes" by Coldplay + "Only The Good Die Young" by Billy Joel + "When I See You Smile" by Bad English 
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Sunday June 5th, 2005. - 7:30 PM