as the Drama Llama rears it's ugly head

Probably should've called this As The Stomach Turns but that's already taken.

Yahoo. Friggin Yahoo. What a bunch of drama queens reside within your cyberwalls.

In the last couple of weeks I have been branded a racist, called a stupid ugly american (purposely non capitalized), villified on a private blog, ugly emails (untrue ones at that) sent to people on my friends list ... you know the drill - a flame war. Now it would appear one of the reigning 360 icons has decided he might wnt to blow that particular popcicle stand over some rumoured news of a Y!360 closure.

Hey if it closes it closes. There a million other places out there. Will things be missed? yes. Will friends stay in touch? probably not. Will the groupings be recreated somewhere else? maybe but doubtful because the one tiny thing that 360 has going for it is a sense of community. Yahoo sucks so bad that there's no way I'd stay if it weren't for that.

However, yahoo also has a time honored tradition of breaking the things that were working all along (witness clubs/groups and yahoo photos/flickr).

C'est la vie Adios Yahoo - you screwed the pooch again.

Homesick?

Every so often I just get a pang of longing for the simple peace I find in the early (read too hot for the crowds) days of faire. The early mornings when the heat is nearly bearable to the long afternoons where you drink gallons of water, wear your fanning hand out, and find shade and solice wherever you can, to the early evening ... just as faire is ending ... just when you didn't think you could possibly take more heat. I miss the sights. I miss the sounds. I miss the smells.

I miss the feel of my wooden mug in my hand be it full of cider, ale, tea, or simple water.

The picture above is a favorite place. It's on the side of the Dragon's Lair just below the Dragon's Inn.

Mine is bigger than yours

So it would appear another terror plot has been foiled. Yay. Go team.

...but...what is all this 'it would've been worse than 9/11', 'it couldn't possibly have been as bad as 9/11' (paraphrased off the overnight news) argument over this? What are they thinking?

I say to them: does it matter? Is this a valid reason for argument?

I understand the need to benchmark all things in the US against 9/11 but it just reduces the participants to a 'my daddy is bigger than yours' argument that frankly makes me sickened to be a citizen of this nation. It's such a waste of resources to have our 'best and brightest' (a debatable point that) simply argue what was worse.

Why not argue for a better America? wouldn't that be more enjoyable to watch and *gasp* maybe actually SOLVE SOMETHING?

((yes I live in a fantasy land rose colored glasses and all. Feel free to join me - there's always room for one more to tilt at windmills and wish we thus for a better world))

Annapolis -

---irony art thou

The picture above is of a sculpture prominently displayed in Annapolis at the City Docks in memorial to Alex Haley. I find it more than ironic that the least homogenous city I've found in Maryland (ok not counting far west or the Eastern Shore) happens to BE Annapolis. The incogruity just struck me yesterday - sort of like 'THAT'S what's wrong' - a distinct lack of color in the natives.

Then again maybe I'm just seeing tourists and the smart yokels go to Baltimore or Washington to sightsee

What is this and how did I get here?

Yeah go figure. Makes no sense to me either except I keep trying to have an anonymous blog and people keep finding me.

Odd bunch that - if I could hide from me I would - trust me.

If you stumble lightly down this trodden path just remember that it's nothing more than the thoughts of a free-spirited stifled artist hiding inside an monotonous accountant's body.

DAMN - that's depressing.

Do not look here for prose, poetry, or creative writing HA. I won't happen sadly. What hopefully *will* happen - when I find out HOW that is - is pictures and whining about whatever it is I choose to whine about - oh and the occassional movie review.

Enter at your own risk.

[EDIT: I found the button (thus shrieks the ex husband upon our last night together ... where did THAT come from?)