crysthewolf

[Error: unknown template qotd]In this internet age, you would think that when people heard about things like this they would take a half second to do some research on the subject, find out if it really DESERVES to be freaked out about.

The swine flu DOESN'T.

Granted, if I lived in mexico, I would be more concerned. And perhaps it will get worse. But as it stands, there have been NO fatailities from this strain of flu outside of Mexico. It's not been found in any pigs outside of Mexico. There haven't even been any secondary cases (a person who has not been to Mexico coming down with the flu having contracted it from someone who HAS been to Mexico) in the US as far as I've seen (that might have changed, the last time I heard anything was this morning).

People freak out over shit like this all the time, because when some idiot tells them that the world is ending, they buy into it. Our gullibility may be an evolutionary failsafe against some of the nasty things that could take us out (despite being at the top of the food chain), but sometimes, it's fucking ridiculous. Wake up. There are things to worry about that are worth your energy. This isn't one.

And now back to your regularly scheduled whining and complaining.

--Crystal

alright, answering teh

cori_chronicles. :)

1. Reply to this post, saying you would like to play, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

I grabbed this icon back in the days when I was on "Maurice's Message Board". I don't recall exactly why I was feeling "fallen" at that moment... it could have been some sort of message board melodrama, or I may just have been down about something. To me, falling is the best way to describe my feelings when, in particular, relationships go bad. I feel low, covered in dark, alone... like someone who would usually fly (hence the wings), but who is too empty to do so. Oh and, um, the wings are cool. And it's kinda goth. ;)

Mmm, I like this one and I don't use it often enough (really I don't use ANY of my other icons often enough! I should change that.) I grabbed this, again, back in my messageboard days. At the time I was doing a lot of bellydancing and the henna reminded me of that. The picture strikes me as peaceful and also ornate and beautiful. And I love being barefoot.

hehe, I haven't used this one in a while. I LOVE "House" and I'm fairly certain this image is from that, but Hugh Laurie is just effing hilarious. It's the idea of an unbelievable genius essentially sticking his tongue out at you. Sometimes, a post or comment just outright deserves that sentiment. "Someone smarter than you is giving you raspberries."

Wolfie!! The wolf and I are a bit of a long story, but suffice it to say that the wolf is one of my totems/spirit animals/spirit guides. She is the mother wolf... for all intents and purposes, she is how I see the Goddess. Playful, loving, loyal, fiercly protective of her territory and her charges, and not pleasant when she's cranky, or has been crossed. ;)

I. Love. Joy. Chris got me hooked again on "My Name is Earl" after I hadn't watched it for several seasons, and I think Joy is one of my favorite characters. She is an absolute HOOT!!!!! And my favorite line of hers is the "Oh Snap". Once again, it's that sense of character plus sentiment... "trailor park" looks at YOUR situation, and says "Oh snap" at it. As in, "Damn, you're REALLY fucked now." I love it. ;)

hehe, this is another one I don't use nearly enough. This is one of my few "homemade" icons (you can kinda tell by the fact that he's a little squished.) I found a video of the Budgett's Frog once a while back. This froggie is TOTALLY badass. He's just a TINY dude, but in the video he was ready to beat the shit out of the guy that was poking at him. He knows he's a little dude, he doesn't give a shit... he's all like, "Fuck you, bring it on bring it ooooooon!!!!!!!" Budgett's frog will TOTALLY kick your ass. ;)

Not that I wasn’t pro-boobies before, of course. ;) But now, it’s personal.

This is the email I sent out to friends to solicit prayers and support. Figured I’d go ahead and share that here.

Some of you have had the honor and priveledge of meeting my dear friend Kandice who was my roommate for the three years following the death of my son, and some of you have not. For those of you who have not, rest assured, you would adore her. To those friends of mine who are Christians, she has always embodied the most exemplary form of God’s love and Christ’s grace and mercy that I have ever seen. For those who are not, she is the most non-judgmental, compassionate, friendly person you would ever meet. Although we haven’t had much contact since I moved out of her apartment a couple of years ago, she has always been supportive and loving and a ready ear for whatever I’m going through. She still sends me cards on my son’s birthday.

And I found out today that she has been diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer.

She’d been planning a mission trip which has now been indefinitely postponed, obviously. You can read more of her story on that here: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/robinson/mystory .

Kandice has a wonderful supportive family and, because of her big, compassionate heart and her ready involvement in any cause or action which could use her helping hand, she is surrounded by many caring friends. But I am asking you, if you pray, to pray for her… to whatever god or goddess you may pray to. Send her whatever healing energy you may have, because even though some of you don’t know her, believe me that you are lending that energy to a worthy cause. Rarely have I ever seen someone give the world as much light and love as Kandice does. I would not ask you for it if this were not true.

I don’t know much about IBC but you can bet I’m going to be doing my homework. ;) If you know Kandice and have the capability, please feel free to send her a note of encouragement and support… she would LOVE to know that you guys are thinking of her and praying for her. If you need an email addy or facebook address let me know, but I think you can also send her a note through her Caring Bridge page.

Thank you for listening. I know some of you have other things to think about and deal with, and I appreciate you reading my little note about my friend. *hugs*

Love,
Crystal

per_solo asked me to let y'all know that he has now safely landed in Vegas. He also wanted me to let you know that he wishes the Montecito was real... for those of you who get that.

(Okay I didn't, but you might. ;) )

Love,
Crystal

Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction. - Blaise Pascal

Why do so many people seem to think that they can buy the right to be an asshole? Has anyone else ever noticed this? They do something nice for you, and ever after that, you’re never allowed to be displeased with anything they do. They can talk to you however they like, treat you however they like, and because they did something nice at some point in your shared history, you should just shut up and be grateful. “I did XYZ for you, and this is the thanks I get????” yes, this is the thanks you get. It doesn’t buy your way out of being responsible for your actions.

I see people do this in the market as well, of course. You bought a meal at a resturaunt so you have the right to be an asshole to the waitress, and then bitch to the manager when she doesn’t keep smiling at you. You’re paying for something at a store so you’re welcome to be rude to the staff there.

It’s entitlement mentality at it’s worst, and it’s becoming an epidemic.

Because, y’see, you don’t get to buy the right to be an asshole. You can bend over backwards doing something for someone and when you turn around and stab them in the back, they’re still going to be mad at you. You can give someone a million dollars and it doesn’t give you the right to take out your aggression on them.

I’m not going to say I don’t get it. I definitely get it. It’s an excuse. A simple-minded one, at that. It’s an opportunity for someone who’s victimizing someone else to play the victim. It’s how simple, stupid, unsocialized and uneducated morons recuse themselves from being held accountable for being bullies.

No one gets to buy the right to treat you like shit. No one.

Love,
Crystal

BOOGEDY BOOGEDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Always and evermore, your favorite demon-possessed, idol-worshipping, crazy bitch, truly, deeply, and DEFINITELY madly,
Crystal

Douglas Adams

I don’t have much to say about him that other folk haven’t or won’t say better. My first introduction was, like many in the states, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” series (trilogy). The first few lines in regards to how the yellow ships hung in the sky “in much the same way that bricks don’t” still sticks in my mind as one of the funniest beginning sequences to a book I’ve ever read. I love irony, and Adams definitely had it in spades.

Here over the past couple of years I have to admit that he’s also been an inspiration as I left behind the trappings of religious affiliation. He was quoted in Richard Dawkins’ “The God Delusion” with the following: “Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?” and, like many, many other things he’s written, that simple, poignant statement was enough to wake me up as to what kinds of beauties there are in the world, and that all I really need to appreciate them is my perception.

So, happy birthday, Mr. Adams. You can’t read this, unfortunately, but your friends and rabid fans miss you terribly. May you live eternally in your works.

Much love,
Crystal

I feel like someone died.

In truth, no one did, but someTHING did. I had hopes of having an actual relationship with my father since he’d moved to Indianapolis from Wisconsin. Hell, I had hopes when he popped back into my life when I was eleven, after having fallen off the face of the planet for seven years, of having an actual relationship with him.

I’ve given up that hope. It was dying anyway. Every time he told me that if I wanted to spend time with him I needed to “get things together” and “make the plans”. Every time he brought up some bullshit story about how I supposedly acted when I was a teenager. Every time he got pissed off at me because I didn’t just sit down and shut the fuck up when my older brother turned into a verbally abusive asshole.

Every instance was a blow. But now, it’s dead.

I don’t have a relationship with either of my parents. Both of them are abusive, mal-adjusted, and neurotic. I used to think that, as an adult, maybe I could take that… and the truth is, I refuse to. There are enough painful things in life without letting your parents, as an adult, continue to sling arrows at you.

I feel like someone died. I think that in a way they did. It was the man I thought my father was. It was the hero I was hoping for. It was the person I never blamed for anything while I took out all my hurt and lonliness that he caused on everyone else who tried to come close to me.

He’s dead now.

And I guess the only thing left to do, is move on.

Love,
Crystal

He didn't let Jesse's post. He did let these (not my responses to his, not yet anyway. I'm sure he will so that anyone who reads will know just how mean I am to him.)

Original post:

I have a daughter, Crystal Nichole Walter, that's NUTS!

Dec. 29th, 2008 at 6:08 PM

I'm not sure what happened. Her birth 27 years ago was normal. No one dragged her screaming and thrashing from the warmth of the womb. She came out with the contractions her mother experienced. The doctor DID slap her on the rump to get her to start breathing, but I'm pretty sure that happens to all of us. No one dropped her on her head, that I know of.

     But now, 27 years after her normal birth, Suddenly she's the Know-all; psychopathetic persecutor of all mankind. She has turned against her mother. She has turned against me, her father. She has turned against all family except for her oldest half-brother and his wife and their sons. She has turned against God. She has turned against many of her "friends". And decided that she needs all of us, NOT! And that, thank you, is THAT!

     She has cut-off all contact with anyone of us! None can reach her thanks to the modern ways we communicate. She can selectively block each of us from e-mail, posting, cell phones or any other way. And yet rants on, on her blogs about what horrible monsters we all are and how "DARE WE" do less than offer her total submission and/or adoration?

     Her name (because she named all of us) is Crystal Nichole Walter.  She posts most often as "Crys the Wolf".   If any who read this CAN contact her, please let her know that I've posted this. I WANT her to know that there are some people in this world that CAN and do survive her "punishments" and do quite well, at that! I do warn you though. She is manipulative, she is argumentative, and she cusses like a sailor, drunk and in a port she knows she won't be back to.

     If you do so inform her, be wary......she often tries to "slay the messenger" when delivered of bad news. She is NOT reasonable, she is NOT approachable unless she senses your own evil intent in your efforts! Now that I Have posted this, I feel that I have given a warning in however a small way, to my fellow humans of her bizarre nature.

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crysthewolf wrote:

Mar. 9th, 2009 09:04 pm (UTC)

y'know, the real shame is that I JUST saw this.

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ohtobking wrote:

Mar. 10th, 2009 04:27 pm (UTC)

That's because you're not only nuts, you're a little slow! I really don't care what your FRIENDS think about your little mess. I'm only speaking as a rebuked and hurt father. You think you can say to me, you're not Dad, you're just Bill and I won't be hurt? Oh wait a minute. That's right, You're Crystal the ONE that matters. Well thank you, but no! Your recolections of your life are as skewed as your outlook! You only remember YOUR version of anything. Which of course makes you completely innocent. How accomdating is that? Yep, I stand by my statement, you're nuts! JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!@

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crysthewolf wrote:

Mar. 10th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)

Oh bull-shit. It's awfully funny that you were "fine with what you have to say, just not how you said it", and then all of the sudden had to warn the world that I'm fucked up because you're a "rebuked and hurt father". AFTER I'd already apologized for both what I had to say, and the way you said it.

I'm convoluted? Why don't you get your head straight.

You know what? It's easier for you to say "you're just like your mother" than it is for you to deal with your own FUCKUPS, isn't it? Blow it off. "You're just like your Mother." And then go and lie to Barb and anyone else I might respect just like you lied to them about her.

You know what hurts? Being told that you treated your parents like shit. You know what hurts? Having your own father support an asshole who tells you that you're worthless. You know what hurts? being told that your step-mother thinks you're just fucked up and that's why you can't move from the abusive situation that you're in to your Dad's.

You know what hurts, Dad? Being lied to and put down and told that there's something wrong with you for not liking being told that you're worthless and crazy and a bitch. So I think I'M the one who gets to react to that, and if the WORST THING I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU IS THAT YOU'RE MORE BILL THAN YOU ARE A FATHER, THEN MAYBE YOU FUCKING HAVE IT COMING. Y'THINK?????

All you know how to do is sling nasty words and abuse. That's your repsonse to your own fucking guilt. Well y'know what? SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS.

crysthewolf wrote:

Mar. 9th, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)

and I was really starting to feel better about shit.

You know what? Just don't bother. That's what you think of me. It is ridiculously fucked up (equally ridiculously fucked up that someone would post something like that about their kid on the internet, but hey, that's me) but you're entitled to it.

In much the same way that I'm entitled to not want to bother with someone who's convinced themselves, and most likely others, that that's the sort of person that I am.

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ohtobking wrote:

Mar. 10th, 2009 04:33 pm (UTC)

I won't dear! That's what I think of you, because that's what you've shown to me! And a person who would post something like this about their kid on the internet is simply the hurt parent of a kid who posted worse about her father and family on the internet! Please don't try to play little miss innocent and misunderstood! You're far too old for that crap! As to convincing anyone of anything. I leave it to you to once again try to influence as many "Idiots" as you can to join you on your crusade to do whatever it is your warped mind is set on! But please, in your endeavors to convince others of your sainthood or whatever it is you're desiring, leave me alone!

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crysthewolf wrote:

Mar. 10th, 2009 07:48 pm (UTC)

Once again, BULL-FUCKING-SHIT, and you know it. "Oh I'm just a poor hurt father, feel sorry for me." After the shit you've said to me? You can play "poor Bill" with your wife and your stepkids if you want to. I'm not buying it.

Who can't take responsibility for their own actions??????

You know FULL WELL that this isn't who I am, but this is the person you've created in your head. For whatever reason you might have... to justify not coming around, to have an excuse not to see me... and I don't fucking care.

It's your problem, not mine. You have fun making up shit about me with Will so that you can justify being an asshole to me until you don't have to deal with me anymore. You COULD just have said "I don't want to be in your life", but that would have been telling, wouldn't it?

Fuck you.

crysthewolf wrote:

Mar. 10th, 2009 07:53 pm (UTC)

And I don't need you to care what my "friends" think.

Because they're more family to me than you've EVER been.

or will ever be, now.

Congratulations. You don't have to be a Dad anymore.

Edited at 2009-03-10 07:54 pm (UTC)

Wow.

I think that for a long assed time I’ve been working through some of this shit about my Dad and I’ve been banging my head into a roadblock… namely, pretending like everything’s okay to myself so that I can get along with him, have him in my life. And for a long time, of course, I’ve been asking myself if maybe he’s right about me having been a jerk of a kid (I wasn’t) and being too mal-adjusted for him to take me in when my Mother was being abusive.

I’ve been starting, just barely, over the past few days to think that maybe it really ISN’T me. Maybe it really IS him, maybe it IS his problem, and maybe it always has been.

I guess that, even as hurtful as it was, that blog entry solidified something for me. When I asked myself “What kind of parent says things like that about their kid on the internet?” I realized… it’s the kind of parent I’ve always had.

I’m not going to sit here and list all my Dad’s faults ’cause… why? I mean, he’s shown you enough of them himself, trying to warn you about what a mess I am. And no, it’s not like I haven’t gone off on some people or flown off the handle or, definitely, DEFINITELY, pushed some people away (I wonder if you’re reading? You were right, I pushed you away because of him), fulfilled my own prophecies about nobody loving me and nobody wanting me around.

But I didn’t do that to my Dad. My Dad did that to me.

I’m not in a “blame my parents for all my problems” place ’cause… again… why? What would be the point? No, the point is to find the source of the problems and work out from there. Take responsibility for what I’ve done but, honestly? Sometimes give myself a break for the fact that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, or where all that heartache was coming from.

At some point last night I decided to stop being angry at my Dad, deep down, like I had been. What’s the point in being angry at him? He’s got his own issues, obviously. He doesn’t have much interest in being my father… really hasn’t in a long, long time. Oh, he tells stories about how horrible my Mother was and why he couldn’t come around… but I remember how all that went down as clearly as I remember the night he left, and it’s all a bunch of worthless excuses.

And the thing is, it’s his problem. Not mine.

I didn’t do anything to make him leave, or make him not want to come around, or make him mad recently, or make him not bother to make any effort to spend time with me… except for to exist. There’s never been anything wrong with me and I’ve never been mal-adjusted, that’s just always been his excuse for not taking responsibility. I was never a fucked up kid. I wasn’t even an ANGSTY kid. His idea of bucking authority was me taking up the shower for too long and his idea of me treating him like shit was downloading pictures from the internet onto his computer’s desktop, and then him accusing me of still doing it after he’d told me to stop because he found one that I’d downloaded BEFORE he told me to stop that I hadn’t gotten around to deleting. What were the pictures of? Dragons, unicorns, artwork for a website I was working on… and I won’t even go INTO his response to Aaron when Aaron caught him in a lie about why he’d engaged AOL’s parental controls.

And that’s the bottom line. It’s not that he couldn’t deal with a kid who had angst over him leaving… he couldn’t deal with a NORMAL kid. A GOOD kid, even. And the few mistakes I DID make, he still throws in my face whenever I don’t worship the ground HE walks on.

And it’s not my problem.

I’ve never had much more than a rudimentary relationship with my father and now, especially after writing this, I’ll probably have less than that. The fact that I haven’t, and probably won’t, give him any grandkids to play grandpa with takes away most of his incentive to even bother with me. But I don’t have any use for being pissed off at him for that. I DEFINITELY don’t have any use for taking it out on other people.

And I’m sorry that I have. I’m not big on mass apologies, but I do regret that, if it matters to anyone who might be reading (it may not.)

And, more than that… I don’t have any use for taking it out on myself.

See, I didn’t do that. I didn’t leave, I didn’t move away, I didn’t come up with excuses why he couldn’t be a parent. I didn’t write any ranting blogs about how he’s crazy and manipulative and he’ll only hurt people (which, ironically, I’ve written about OTHER people - how much does THAT freak me out - but never him). The worst thing I ever said to him was that I needed a break from my entire family and that what he had said about how horrible a kid I was hurt me. I didn’t do anything to him, I didn’t treat him like shit, I wasn’t even a bad kid.

Everything he’s said about me is his own opinion, the lies he’s told himself (and others), and a mass of delusions, and I refuse to internalize it anymore. That’s it, I’m done… and it’s not even worth being angry about.

And it’s been ages since I’ve felt as light as I feel right now.

Love,
Crystal

I read this blog post today: http://ohtobking.livejournal.com/908.html . It was written back in December and I haven’t had any ill dealings with my father since. The odd thing is, I didn’t have any ill dealings with him at the TIME, either. I’ve searched through emails, I’ve gone back over livejournal entries, and I haven’t found anything between the cordial passing of “happy holidays” emails between him and I on the 26th and the next time we spoke at some point in January with him asking if I had his email address blocked (and, fyi, I’d never actually HAD his email address blocked. I don’t block people’s email addresses until they harass me. I simply removed him from my LJ friends list and removed MYSELF from my message board) and me responding that I hadn’t, and then a series of emails asking how each other were.

So you can imagine my surprise when I stumbled over this today. And my first response was, “Well damn.”

I wrote a couple of “friends only” LJ entries on the whole thing but the long and short of it is that I had realized earlier at some point that the source of a LOOOOT of my relationship problems stem from the way my parents’ have spoken to me. Dad has continuously brought up instances of me acting out of a teenager (that, notably, I don’t remember) and Mom has continuously told me what an ungrateful brat I am (when she wasn’t worrying about me going to Hell), and the truth is, I expect the same from everyone else. I think I always have. To be honest, I’m not even sure I believed it from THEM… I’ve just always expected it from other people.

Which is, I think, why I tend to beat people to the punch. I decide for myself “they don’t want me around”, and then I get bitter about it. I can trace instances of this and it makes me cringe. And it’s not that the other people in those situations were exactly FAULTLESS… but I didn’t have much grace for them, either. Because they were just doing what I’d always known they’d do.

Even if they weren’t actually doing it.

So today I begin anew, methinks. For one thing, my father is off the hook. Whether he wants to be a part of my life at all or not, I’m beyond expecting him to make up for the behavior that’s been exhibited in the past, including this particular blog. Fact of the matter is, I’m beyond expecting anything different from him. As far as my older brother is concerned (who is the glad recipient of the previous blog entry, and you can find the rest of his crazy ass here , if you’re that interested… go on, have a good time. Tell him I sent you), he’s got his own bag of issues and I don’t have any interest in dealing with someone who’s going to toy with my emotions and fuck with my head.

The bottom line, though, is that even when I think these things myself… it’s really, really healing to hear it from other people. I had already begun to have the conversation with myself on the question of “What kind of parent says things like that about his own kid on the internet???” and ask myself what I’d think if I’d just stumbled across that blog and didn’t know who it was.

But here, for my sake and the sake of any of my family who may be reading who happen to SHARE Dad’s particularly low opinion of me (and my sanity), I figured I’d repeat some of the things that they said that resonated with me. They’re general good advice and thoughts for anyone going through anything like a similar situation.

Abuse is abuse, no matter how old you are. This is abuse. You don’t have to stay in an abusive situation, regardless of who you may be related to. You are not required to pursue abusive relationships.

And, Dad?

You’re wrong.

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You’re not worth the trouble.

So for the first time in evar and evar, I ACTUALLY have a bit of extra cash. I decided I want to spend a teeeeeeensy bit of it, on this site: http://www.knitpicks.com . The self-striping sock yarn makes me go oooo and aaaaaaaah. I’m so excited. I haven’t decided what I want to get yet tho. Here’s the self-striping sock-yarn section… any suggestions?

For the time being I’ve been working on the ever-elusive afghan project (no, it’s not a suicide bomber. Elana already beat you to that joke, sorry.) I picked a color, picked a pattern from “Beginner’s Guide - Knit Stitches and Easy Projects“, and this is what I’ve got so far:

From knitting

It makes me happy. I like the horshoe stitch in particular…

From knitting

it just feels very, flow-ey. Is that a word? And if so, am I butchering it? =)

Been mostly working it while Chris and I get caught up on Battlestar Galactica (DO NOT spoil me. I’m only just starting season 3. If you aren’t sure what you’ve seen in which season, JUST DON’T TALK ABOUT IT. I am SERIOUSLY sick of being spoiled on this show, and I WILL eat you.) I’m hoping to be caught up by the finale… and I’m equally hopeful that someone will throw a finale party.

It’s nice to be making an afghan but it’s definitely an exercise in patience. The therapist suggests DO NOT PULL OUT THE PROJECT AND START OVER.

So NOW the question becomes… do I stick with a solid color, or do I vary??? Hmmmm, decisions decisions…

Love,
Crystal

Originally published at Crystal Knits. You can comment here or there.

So I decided recently I wanted to add a new knitting blog to my website. I’ve been doing a lot more knitting lately but I haven’t blogged anything about it, and I’m subscribed to all of these crazy knitting blogs in my Greader…

So, here ya go. =)

I don’t really have time right at the moment to post anything about knitting projects, just wanted to let you know I’m out here. =) If you’re reading from my LJ, I will make sure and tag all these entries with a “knitting” tag, but you can also come and visit the blog itself via the link at the bottom of the entries. Also, if you are subscribed to my normal blog at http://www.moonstonewolf.com (which is anything BUT normal), you’ll have to subscribe for an account on THIS blog in order to post comments… the accounts do not carry over. =)

So that’s it for now, but if you’re really desperate to see some of my work you can go oggle the Jayne hat I made for Stephen.

Catcha lata!!!!

–Crystal

Originally published at Crystal Knits. You can comment here or there.

http://tinyurl.com/ctojqm scroll to 41:11 minutes and listen 'till the end. SO worth it. ;)

Love,
Crystal

Go meet new people!

http://jfargo.livejournal.com/533670.html?view=3498406#t3498406

Love,
Crystal

For some reason when I post comments on your journals I'm not getting any notifications of your replies to them. So if I've posted comments on your journals and you've responded to them and you've been going "Dude, why hasn't she said anything back?" It's 'cause I didn't know. ;)

'Cause I've been sitting here going "Dude, how's come no one ever responds when I comment on their journals?"

Working on figuring out how to get it fixed, 'cause there's NO way I can keep track of all my commenting on my own!!!

Sheesh, how old school. ;)

Love,
Crystal

I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. ;)

1. Bold the shows you watch/used to watch.
2. Italic the shows you've seen at least one episode of.
3. Post your answers.

50. Quantum Leap
49. Prison Break
48. Veronica Mars
47. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
46. Sex & the City
45. Farscape
44. Cracker
43. Star Trek
42. Only Food and Horses
41. Band of Brothers
40. Life on Mars
39. Monty Python's Flying Circus
38. Curb Your Enthusiasm
37. Star Trek: The Next Generation
36. Father Ted
35. Alias
34. Frasier
33. CSI: Las Vegas
32. Babylon 5
31. Deadwood
30. Dexter
29. ER
28. Fawlty Towers
27. Six Feet Under
26. Red Dwarf
25. Futurama
24. Twin Peaks
23. The Office
22. The Shield
21. Angel
20. Blackadder
19. Scrubs
18. Arrested Development
17. South Park
16. Doctor Who
15. Heroes
14. Firefly
13. Battlestar Galactica (The Original Episodes - NOT this recent incarnation)
12. Family Guy
11. Seinfeld
10. Spaced
09. The X-Files
08. The Wire
07. Friends
06. 24
05. Lost
04. The West Wing
03. The Sopranos
02. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
01. The Simpsons

I am SO sick of hearing people who are doing financially well right now, BITCH about people who are in the hole getting any kind of government help. SPECIFICALLY, I am sick of hearing people say things like "I was careful when I bought my house, why are these people who got themselves into shitty mortgages getting help?"

To you self-righteous people, I would like to extend a hearty fuck-you.

You see, the problem is that you DON'T KNOW every single person who's now suffering from a mortgage that they can't pay for, but you still feel like you've got the right to judge them. Fuck you. Yes, you heard about sub-prime mortgages and you had family and/or friends who were experienced with finances and mortgages, and you made the "right decision". And someone else got sold a bum deal where they were told that taking a floating interest rate was the way to go because when the interest rate goes down, so does your house payment. They were sold that without being told that if the bank decides to UP your interest rate, your house payment goes up to... higher than what you can afford.

My current step-Dad, who's as financially savvy as anyone I know, bought a house with a floating interest rate. LUCKILY, OH SO LUCKILY, they got wise to the scheme and were able to re-finance the house BEFORE all the meltdowns hit. Other people weren't NEARLY so lucky.

I realize that there are people out there who bought things that they knew they couldn't afford... but there are far, FAR more people who bought houses they thought they very well COULD afford, and they completely misunderstood the terms of their mortgage.

So get over yourself.

Seriously, get the fuck over yourself. Other people fucked up where you didn't. Congratu-fucking-lations.

Because the OTHER thing you don't seem to understand, is that the people who are going to lose their homes because of this bullshit (and perhaps also because of YOUR bitching) are your neighbors. And when their homes get forclosed on, YOUR home looses value.

Do you get that? No matter how badass and independent you think you are, no matter how "self-made" you've convinced yourself you are... everything we do affects everyone else when it comes to the economy (and when it comes to life.) So while you're sitting in your nice living room with your thumb up your ass judging your neighbor... you're being judged by your neighbor's circumstances.

Whaddaya know? Maybe there IS something to that Bible so many of the bloody hypocrites in my world claim they follow.

I just, don't want to hear people who are doing well bitch about being INCONVIENCED by people who are on the verge of homelessness, who cannot pay their bills, who cannot afford healthcare. It's more than just selfish. It's utter and complete uneducated bullshit.

(I'm in a mood. ;) )

Love,
Crystal

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