This is very on topic at the moment.
US version –
This song is filled with such wisdom.
This is a tiny blog in the world of blogs. Truly filled with the random thoughts of me. I can mention something as a one off or I can hyperfocus on something that I love. For instance, did y’all know that Shoes has a new album out?
What amazes me is when I look at my stats for the blog and I see all the spam comments. Like, how do they find me? And who the hell taught them English? These are some examples of what I found this morning.
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That last one? It was a comment on my rent a cat post, where I compared my dog to a TV demon. If they were really hunting 4 days for info on a demon dog, they obviously don’t know how to use Google.
I know they’re spammers but I really don’t get the point. Are there that many clueless people in the world who go “Oh, that is so legitimate. Let me click that link and go to that obviously respectful website…” I’m sure they must believe in Nigerian Princes and long lost dead relatives who want to leave them their fortunes, too.
I leave you with the inimitable Monty Python.
Wondered why my views had jumped up so much and realized that a rave club had been given the name Madame Wong’s. Apparently the NYPD shut them down more than once and now they are gone for good.
I was here with my blog long before the club was in existence, and have referred to myself as Madame Wong for over 15 years. And by that, I mean I have answered my home phone with the greeting “Madame Wong’s House of Whoopee. How may we help you?”. I do not call myself Madame Wong. I’m a shiksa mom of 3 with a penchant for craftiness, not silly drunken debauchery in underground clubs.
Thanks for the page views peeps. 🙂
I attended the CNN 30th Anniversary Bash on 6/12/10 at the National Press Club. Had just gotten food and was waiting to walk by Ted Turner while he had a picture taken with someone. (I wasn’t waiting for Ted, I just didn’t want to ruin someone’s photo op.) I was standing there patiently when he looked at me, smiled, and, in his wonderful southern accent, said “Great shoes!” How awesome is that? As I finally passed by, I put my hand on his shoulder and said in his ear “Comfort is key.” Then I walked back to Steve, demanded his Blackberry, and updated my Facebook status.
I was wearing a black top and white skirt. While we were getting ready for this, Steve commented that I should wear a pair of Converse. Never one to argue with that statement, I picked this pair. Tried a pair of cute white flats as well but these won. So glad they did!
I always check my spam folder to make sure nothing legitimate ended up there by mistake.
While taking a look just now, I saw this gem –
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What? I don’t even know how to begin trying to understand this subject line, and perhaps that was the sender’s whole intent as I had to open the mail just to see what naughtiness was enclosed. By the bluntness of the short but sweet message inside, they apparently do have an understanding of English. I don’t think I’d want to click the redirecting link that was included. I think my eyes would burn…
Yesterday morning I was checking my various and sundry quick hit websites. Took a look at Twitter and saw a Tweet from PostSecret – I’ll see you on Capitol Hill today at 10AM in the Cannon Room. http://www.hopeline.com.
Curiosity peaked, I found the event on Facebook – the 6th Annual 1-800-SUICIDE Capitol Hill Press Conference. Speakers to include PostSecret founder Frank Warren, To Write Love On Her Arms founder Jamie Tworkowski, 1-800-SUICIDE founder Reese Butler, Blue October lead singer and songwriter Justin Furstenfeld, Skip Simpson renowned attorney with a specialty in handling inpatient suicide cases and Carolyn Robinowitz, M.D. who is one of the most influential psychiatrists in the world, and past president of the American Psychiatric Association.
Took the medium fry to school at 8:45 and jumped on the Metro. Got to Cannon House right at 10:00 and found a seat on the aisle. Reese Butler had just begun speaking. Good looking tattooed guy was in and out and then sat in the row in front of me, a few seats to my right. Took a look and realized, “Oh, that’s Justin, from Blue October.” As the wife of a journalist, I totally believe in privacy and didn’t acknowledge or bother him, just enjoyed the fact that I was sitting near a guy with a beautiful look and gorgeous voice.
Learned alot during all the speeches. Did you know, when a person who is suspected of having suicidal thoughts is placed in a hospital, they’re usually only put on a 15 minute observation status? That means a person checks them 4 times an hour. Did you know the leading method of suicide in hospitals? Hanging. You know how long it takes to die by hanging? Less then 8-9 minutes from the time you take to secure a sheet over the door to the time you are truly dead (as opposed to left with permanent brain damage from lack of oxygen).
The purpose of the press conference was to call on Congress to enact rules requiring hospital clinicians to be skilled at detecting patients likely to kill themselves and to abolish dangerous hospital observation levels for suicidal patients. It is estimated that up to 1600 people kill themselves each year in US hospitals. Studies show up to 95% of clinicians fail basic suicide risk assessment tests. If the mental health industry will not make hospitals safe for its patients on their own, the government will.
The last speaker was Justin. OK. What? Bi Polar and sometimes hearing and seeing things that aren’t there? Wow. His speech nearly had me in tears. He was hospitalized last year after what can only be called a breakdown at an airport. He said he didn’t even remember standing in the airport, waving his arms over his head, asking for help before he hurt himself. The hospital staff were so busy finding out who he was and getting autographs and sneaking family members in for autographs that treating him wasn’t even a priority. To know that the people who were supposed to help him were more interested in his celebrity than in his care is a sad and scary thing.
I’ve been a fan of their music for years. Heard alot of stuff on the radio but as a late 30 something didn’t get around to buying albums. Had no idea about his personal history but learning what I did gave me a true appreciation for the words in his songs. Actually, as a mom, I even wanted to offer a hug to him after he spoke. I refrained.
The band did an acoustic set when it was over, including Hate Me (freaking made me cry, and I’m crying now as I listen to it on ITunes), Into the Ocean and Black Orchid. An amazing couple of hours. I learned a great deal, some enlightening and some kind of frightening. Hopefully, this is the start of change.
Oh, and I’m now a 40 year old mother of 3 with Blue October on her IPod. I ended up buying 5 albums from their website when I got home.
We just got back from a weeklong cruise. My husband and I had dinner in the dining room every night except one, when we went to the Steakhouse for a special meal. The other 6 nights were spent one table away from one of the most obnoxious women I’ve ever had the “pleasure” of being repulsed by.
She was cruising with her two sons and her parents. Older son, about 12, was a little on the chubby side. The younger one was a dead ringer for the boy in the movie Little Man Tate, with Jodie Foster. He was probably about 8. Super cute and super trim.
This woman, to put it politely, was, well, round. I do not have a problem with overweight people, each to their own. I do, however, have an issue with whiny, demanding people who must speak louder than anyone in their vicinity.
Every night it was the same thing. Going over the menu with the boys, she would announce what they were going to get because “I want to taste that.” I swear, she had 5 plates in front of her one night. God forbid one of the boys was actually enjoying his meal, she’d insist that it was now time for them to share it with her.
There’s a show in the UK called You are What You Eat. The hostess of this show always has this “Ta Da” moment where she has the client stand in front of a table that is full of what that person has eaten for the past week. If she did that for this woman, it would have to be set up on a buffet station. At least 10 orders of shrimp, countless steaks, salads covered in Blue Cheese Dressing, potatoes smothered in butter and sour cream, the list goes on.
I’m happy to say I never saw her eating during breakfast or lunch. I’m sure I would have lost my appetite. I hope the boys finally got a decent meal when they got back home.