... It's That Time of Year Again...



SEE ALL THAT BLUE?! THAT MEANS ITS COLD!



Winter. The time of snow, runny noses, and Christmas. For me, it is the time of a perpetual sickness. I have never not been sick during the winter months. We're not just talking runny noses, here. Anyhow, winter is fast approaching (even though, at the moment, we are still locked within the dreaded messenger of winter, so eloquently called 'autumn' or, if you're a rebel, 'swinter'). Swinter has been good to us here "North of the place wherein there are places wherein the weather is never cold! Like California!" I think people in other countries call it Canada, I don't know. Does it ring any bells?

In Canada the winters are largely unforgiving for people like me. The people to whom I complain could attest to this. I'm a complainer, I'm not going to lie. I don't just grin and bear it, people will hear about it. I harbor an uncanny detestation for the winter months. For the most part.

Christmas time is a wonderful time of year. I don't have school, so I usually just don't leave the warm confines of my house. I have a fireplace, so why would I? Sledding is a once a year occurrence in my household (mostly because the kids are generally too old to care, but aside from that, we are just lazy and partial to warmth). We go, we fall on our behinds for a couple hours, and then we leave. I'm not saying it isn't fun (god knows it is), but, being the germ-ridden disease monkey of the winter that I am, I tend to regret it.

As a whole, I find winter (and the latter half of its predecessor) to be wholly unfortunate.

Why is this a thing...?

Also, not that I'm making fun of it or anything, but the acronym for Seasonal Affective Disorder is S.A.D. It's not quite within the same context of my feelings towards winter, but still, I find myself sympathizing.

Take me, Take me to the Riot. Then Let Me Stay

So, very recently, in the province that I call home, a few laws were struck down, and the consequence was something to the effect of... oh, I don't know... how about DECRIMINALIZING PROSTITUTION!

Now, I cannot say that I am particularly well-versed in regards to this particular subject... so I'm just going to rant. I don't do this very often, however, so bear with me.

I shall create somewhat of an ill-educated pro/con scenario for you.

Pros

• It will be safer for both the prostitutes and the Johns in that they will both be required to have been tested.
• Pimps will cease to be necessary.
• Girls would be doing it more for money than for drugs.
• Money is completely dependent upon work and offers a chance for great monetary success.

Cons

• More people would feel that they should prostitute.
• It is "safer," but that doesn't mean that it's entirely "safe."

SO. There you have my opinion. My honest-to-goodness, uneducated, opinion. Now that I look back on it, it wasn't much of a rant. More of a semi-organized queue of thought.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Some people are just SO classy...

Correct me if I'm wrong, but is cancer not a serious topic? I thought so.

After having shaved her head, plucked her eyelashes and eyebrows, and had a benign tumour removed from one of her breasts, Ashley Anne Kirilow, 23, began to tell people - both friends and strangers alike - that she had multiple forms of terminal cancer. She also brought out the "big guns" with things like having been "orphaned by abusive drug-addict parents" and "only had months to live." Kirilow even got tattoos to show off her fabricated disease, with phrases like "WONT QUIT" and "LOVE LIFE," not to mention the winged "Believe" across her chest.

She blames it on her parents, from whom she is now estranged. She says she wanted the attention. Well, she got it when she made her court appearance and pleaded guilty.

It's funny (not funny "ha-ha") that she is being sued under charges of fraud for $5,000, when she profited over $9,000. Should she not have to give the difference back as well? I certainly think so, but nobody who donated money asked for receipt. So, I guess that was their fault, but still. Because of the nature of her crime, one can understand why nobody would think twice about donating money, thinking it would go towards a good cause. After all, what kind of monster pretends to have a life-threatening illness that affects so many people and their families? Apparently, this one does.

But she doesn’t look like a monster. Which might lead  one to wonder "Why?" She could not possibly only want to get back at her old meanie-pants parents. What did she use the money for? She didn’t donate it. Surely there has to be more to it. But that was all a part or her plan, wasn't it? To endear people to her?

Long story short, this sickening display of self-absorbedness disgusts me.

All We Wanna Do Is Eat Your Brains

We're not unreasonable, I mean no ones gonna eat your eyes.

Zombies, zombies everywhere!

So -- on the coat-tails of the recent popularity of our favorite apocalypse inducing, flesh-eating, and alltogether frightening, friendly neighborhood zombies -- comes the television show to beat all television shows (for the vast majority of halloween night primetime T.V., anyhow). "The Walking Dead" is the newest installment in the world of the zombocalyptic franchise. Long story short (courtesy of http://splashpage.mtv.com/tag/the-walking-dead/):

Some time after suffering an injury during an intense shootout, police officer Rick Grimes (Andrew Lincoln) awakens from a coma only to find himself trapped in a new nightmare. The world he remembers is gone, replaced by a bleak wasteland filled to the brim with a flesh-eating horde of undead monsters.

The shell-shocked Rick forces himself to pull it together as he searches for his wife Lori (Sarah Wayne Callies) and son Carl (Chandler Riggs), but as he soon realizes, hope is a rare commodity in this post-apocalyptic landscape.

Sounds good, huh? Possibly a metaphor for modern society? Naah. I watched this marvel of a show, chock full of "oh shit, zombie horde!" moments, and, somewhow, wasn't in a state of perpetual deja vu. Maybe it was the black guy living next door, mowing down zombies from his bedroom with a scoped hunting rifle. That, or the zombie in a tank. Either way, it's a pretty cool show.

On another zombie related note: I was a zombie for halloween and scared a gaggle of infant trick-or-treaters. Just saying.