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All three cops in the Sean Bell trial has been acquitted. The pumped 50 freaking bullets into the car he and his friends were in and they get off. I guess they'll have to take this higher like Abner Luima (forgive me for misspelling his name) to get justice because this doesn't make one iota of sense. It seems that it's OK to shoot someone 50 time, especially when they're unarmed. I can see once or twice even though that's too much. But 50??? And one guy reloaded! Damn!

You know those little, fancy chocolate balls served in the gold wrapper, with the commercial saying they were made for the Gods, but one escapes? Well, I do NOT like sharing those bad boys. They're much too good for children!

~~~tiiana

I'm still alive. Just haven't been online since the place where you plug my Powerbook broke and I don't have the money to fix it right now. And I don't like using my daughter's computer. I just can't sit in her room and sit at her desk. It's too uncomfortable. I haven't even played with LiveJournal as of late other than doing email posts. I guess I can do more of that here as well.

As for catching up and catching anyone that reads this thing up? Highly unlikely. I can't remember what was going on in my life when I last posted. I can tell you this. I'm getting an electric guitar. I have some extra sales credits that I'm using for this and I'm not paying a dime for it. I'll be a new rock star by 40. Maybe I can join Duran Duran if they're still up and running by the time I get good at it and in need of a new guitarist. Maybe I can get a bunch of screaming fan girls/guys wanting my autograph. Maybe I can stop the delusions *snicker*. But I am getting an electric guitar.

That's pretty much it for now. Today is my Stinka's 14 birthday. She starting high school tomorrow and I'm so glad. She's getting closer to moving the hell OUT!!! Two down, two to go. Ari is going to be a senior this school year and she'll be going away to college I hope. She's still undecided but one can hope. Then I'll be left with my son, Boy-Boy and the Screaming Meme, Bird. Oh, and whatever guinea pigs that survive.

What's something you bought, knowing it was a total waste of money?

My last HP notebook. 17" doorstop.

Do you have any phobias?
Submitted by Amirul B Ruslan.

This is probably one of the many reasons why Ronald Weasley (Harry Potter) is my favorite character (other than the fact that the guy that plays him will soon be a hot red head that I can legally drool over). I have a serious case of arachnophobia. I'm not afraid of small spiders. I mean, really small spiders. However, when they are longer than the length of half of my pinky, then all bets are off. Arachnophobia (the movies) scared the bejebus out of me. I was snatching up my then two year old son to protect me. And watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets was also frightful for me also. The thought of giant spiders coming after me was just too much!

What's the best present you gave this year?

Friendship. Doesn't cost a damn thing. It's just being there when you're needed the most without any fanfare is all that counts.

What's your favorite holiday movie?

Carrie!

No. Really.

Only kidding. I like the Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer and Rudolph's Shiny New Year. And of course, The Year Without A Santa Claus.

How did you find out the secret behind Santa Claus?
Submitted by Carinish.

When I was about 4, my brother woke me up really early in the morning to show me who were the real Santas.

Basically, it was like this. Christmas Eve, my mother would sleep with me and my father would sleep with my brother. The didn't trust us, so this was their way of making sure we stayed in bed while they set things up for us. Both of my parents were smokers and my father accidentally knocked his ashtray over in the bed. While he was cleaning up the ashes, he woke my brother up, but my brother was such a sneak, he pretended to stay asleep (he was 6). He then left the room, got my mother and they went to the attic to get the goodies. As they were setting up, my brother came in and woke me up. We were peaking through the kitchen door, into the living room, watching my parents get our toys under the tree.

We had never said anything to them until a few years later. In fact, I don't even recall anyone saying anything to my father about that. I was 12 when he died, but we definitely talked to my mother about it. Several times. Even after having our own kids.

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