Wow. It’s been so long since I came by here, I’m not sure if I should even try to catch up.
I am still alive, though. I’ve just been busy with other things at work, and I hate going online at home because it’s so slow, sooooooooooo….
I’m here. Kinda. 
In retrospect, I wish I hadn’t. I was frankly so surprised and so angry, I didn’t know what else to do at that point.
I had posted something about some personal problems I had been having recently with my spouse. His ex-wife (tully70) apparently has been reading my posts on here - not sure for how long - and decided to expose some of his private past transgressions.
I feel like this was, in the least, not a very nice thing to do. (It’s certainly something I never would have done.) Perhaps it was equally not as nice for me to post things about my husband in the first place. If that’s the case, I accept full responsibility for that. However, I consider the opinions of my fellow bloggers here to be very important to me, and I have come to rely on them over the course of the past year. Now I feel like I can’t really do that anymore because evidently someone will always be looking over my shoulder.
That having been said, let me be perfectly clear. I do not wear blinders about my husand’s past. I’m full aware of what he did, and I have my own opinions about it. I try to deal with it as best I can and go on with my life from day-to-day.
I certainly can’t keep specific people from posting comments on my blog. All I ask is that you please be appropriate about what you post. If you have issues with me or anyone else, please address them in private.
I don’t know exactly how this will affect my blogging henceforth, but I’m sure I won’t be posting personal things anymore. The fact that you’re not-so-anonymous can hit home pretty quickly.
I apologize to everyone for deleting that thread, and I appreciate all the helpful comments I received.
Qapla’! Hospital seeks Klingon speaker
Saturday, May 10, 2003 Posted: 10:37 PM EDT (0237 GMT)
PORTLAND, Oregon (AP) — Position Available: Interpreter, must be fluent in Klingon.
The language created for the “Star Trek” TV series and movies is one of about 55 needed by the office that treats mental health patients in metropolitan Multnomah County.
Click here for full story.
I was watching Fresh Gear on TechTV the other morning, and I saw a piece about a guy who had transformed his apartment into a total Trek experience.
Story can be found here.
Now, at the end of the show, one of the chicks hosting looked at the other and said, “Clearly this guy needs a new hobby.” I just sat there and stared at the screen with a huge grimace on my face.
Why? Why does he need a new hobby?
This TECH-TV host has just basically said the man is cuckoo because he spent time and money working on a hobby he enjoyed in order to ease his pain and stave off depression.
I come across this attitude very frequently. Why is it that any pasttime involving sci-fi is considered stupid and crazy. I’ve seen specials on other collectors (model trains for instance) who have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on their hobbies, and they are never treated with the same stigma. It’s ok for my father to be obsessed with watching every sports show he can find on TV, yet whenever I mention a show I like having to do with anything sci-fi, he scoffs.
*sigh*
This attitude irritates me. I suppose I just never expected to hear a Tech-TV host on Fresh Gear talking down to something sci-fi related.
I applaud this man. He worked his ass off and accomplished his goal rather than wallowing in his own depression. Not to mention, can you imagine how difficult it would be to get those panels right?
Doing the right thing is not easy. It can be one of the most difficult undertakings you can attempt. It requires integrity in the midst of apathy and courage in the face of accusation. It requires the strength to stand up and say, “What you’re doing is wrong,” and it requires the steadfastness to endure the resulting onslaughts in an honorable manner.
Doing the right thing will rarely make you popular because there are those who insist on remaining blind to the truth. There are those who insist on steeping in their own ignorance for fear of condemnation. For some, the truth is not as important as evading tumult. That is their role to play.
My personal oath, to myself and to others, is that I will always strive to do what’s right. I will strive to choose honor over passive acceptance. I will give 100% of my effort, at every given opportunity, to strengthen my integrity.
I will choose to do the right thing.
I always love to see how some person - living or dead - has an effect on another’s life. Following are the lyrics from a song titled “Virginia Woolf” written by Emily Saliers of Indigo Girls. I have been singing this song since the summer of 1992, and I never quite understood it until yesterday. I have, only recently, learned anything about Virginia Woolf, and yesterday was the first time I had heard this song since learning. I have set some lyrics in bold. When it got to those parts in the song yesterday, chill bumps sprang up all over me and tears overwhelmed my singing. I had to stop.
I love what some people are able to do with words. Of course, it never has quite as much impact as it does when you hear it.
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some will strut and some will fret
see this an hour on the stage
others will not but they’ll sweat
in their hopelessness in the rage
we’re all the same the men of anger and the women of the pagethey published your diary and that’s how i got to know you
key to the room of your own and a mind without end
here’s a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time
the voice at the other end comes like a long-lost friendso i know i’m alright
my life will come my life will go
still i feel it’s alright
I just got a letter to my soul
when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughs in my face
you say each life has its placethe hatches were battened - thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
battles surrounded the white flag of your youth
but if you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality
a hundred years later i’m sitting here living proofso you know it’s alright
your life will come your life will go
still you’ll feel it’s alright
someone will get a letter to your soul
when your whole life was on the tip of your tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughed in your face
did you hear me say each life has its placethe place where you hold me is dark in a pocket of truth
the moon has swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
and so it was for you when the river eclipsed your life
but sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me and it was my rebirthso we know it’s alright
life will come and life will go
still we know it’s alright
someone will get a message to your soul
then you know it’s alright
and you feel it’s alright (when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue empty pages for the no longer young)
then you know it’s alright (each life has its place you say each life has its place)
and you feel it’s alright
it’s alright
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