“I don’t think he thought it was real,” Gustavo said of Saddam’s hanging. “They showed them putting the noose around his neck and everything. Why show that on TV?”

I have a better question: WHY WERE YOU LETTING HIM WATCH IT?! Mother of fuck, what is wrong with you people? “Our child was a complete idiot after we let him watch a hanging, but its totally the news program’s fault for showing it.” You might as well say that it was the hanging’s fault, for having happened. Why is it that parents never want to parent anymore? They want other people to do it. And its encouraged! They keep making things so that its easier for people to let inanimate objects babysit their kids. WHY AREN’T YOU JUST SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR KIDS AND SCREENING HIS SHOWS YOURSELF? If you don’t have the time or inclination to care for your spawn, don’t have them. Or call Angelina Jolie, maybe she’ll take ’em.

And honestly, reading the article, I kept thinking the boy was like, five. Just the way they kept talking about him, I don’t know, something about it made him sound much younger. I had to scroll back up to check his age, and I was just really puzzled when I saw his age. When I was ten, I broke my wrist, and my dad was in the hospital with esophageal cancer. I had already been through my sister running away, my brother getting hit by a car, and a loose dog eating my pet rabbit. Death and physical consequences were not some fuzzy, fairyland concept, and I grew up at a much calmer, younger time. So what the hell was going on with him? Did he have a mental impairment? And if so, that just brings us back to “why were you letting a child watch a hanging,” only times a thousand. Did his parents never explain that the news was real?

Although, granted, I don’t remember my parents ever explaining it to me, either, but we certainly knew. My parents were good at that, though – not really giving a formal lesson or talk, but somehow imparting the knowledge, anyway. Now, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t occasionally ignored (most often by my sister), but we knew.

Of course, we were raised by actual parents, and not television sets. That can really make a world of difference.

My Dollyhair order came yesterday. I have mixed feelings. At first I was very disappointed, because her blend? Not so much with the blended. More like streaks. And then I looked at it a bit later, and yeah, not really a blend as such, but the colors were right, and when I do the actual hairing, it’ll probably become more blended. Hopefully. I’m still willing to go back to her for pony hair, but after this, I think I’ll be avoiding the not-really-blends.

Of course, this is assuming that I ever actually do ponies again, because Setsuna is kicking my ass. Her symbols don’t want to come off, her hair doesn’t want to come out, the only thing that went right was the removal of her head. I have reached the point where I’m seriously considering getting that Goof Off stuff, and risking the whole acetone-can-melt-plastic thing.

On a more pleasant note, I also received the handmade doll boots. They also were a bit disappointing on first look, but it turns out they look a thousand times better when they’re on a doll. Yay! I would totally be willing to go back to them for my drow’s boots.

I seem to be completely out of things to say, now. Maybe I’ll have some cookies. Mmmm, cookies….

I have no idea why I signed up at the MLP Arena forums. Or, more accurately, I have no idea why I allowed myself to go through with it. They’re very friendly, they really are. And beyond an initial introduction post, you are not technically required to interact with anyone.

But the problem with intro posts is, generally, people want to talk after. And I’m okay with the “hi, welcome” responses, embarrassed by them, but sure, they’re simple, polite, all you have to do is put on a smile and say thanks. Its the ones who want more info. I don’t have anything to say. I had to scrounge for the proper mask and fumble for anything at all to say just to give you what I got. I’m not that good at talking, anyway, when you make the subject me…just forget it. I’m a dear in headlights. And really, who the fuck wants to talk about me? I’m boring and obnoxious, and on my good days, completely worthless. THERE IS NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.

And I am aware of the irony involved in saying that you hate talking about yourself on your own internet blog. But if you look around, its all reactions to others, clips of emotion, glossy little bits of rant and obsession, some memes and old cuts of conversation. I’m sure you can piece me together fairly well from reading this, but its not all of me. And when do I ever sit and say, “here’s who I am?”

I don’t. Because I don’t like her. I don’t want to go into her. And if you actually knew her, you wouldn’t, either. Except nobody ever believes that. They think you’re being silly or melodramatic. And maybe I am on the latter, but since when does that preclude truth?

So. Tired. We’re having our gutters replaced, and foolish me has been nocturnal lately. So of course I’m in bed while he’s banging away. It wouldn’t be so bad if he worked on one area on any given day, but he does different areas at different times, and then goes back to continue the next day. I am not sleeping well. And I had thought to stay up today in an attempt to change the cycle I’m on, but I’m just really tired, and getting headachey. I might just pop some Tylenol PM and hope it knocks me out enough to sleep through the banging.

In other news, I finally got around to emailing the girl @ Dollyhair.com re: my order. Turns out that it just didn’t go through properly, so she didn’t get the order, and in very nice words pointed out that things like this are why she has a nifty little notice that appears after an order is placed, telling folks to email her if they don’t get a confirmation email within 24 hours. So. Basically I’m the biggest space cadet EVER, because I either did not notice said page, or completely forgot about it in the aforementioned 24 hours. No telling which, really, since they are both equally stupid, and equally like me. Anyway, she sent my order out Tuesday, hopefully it will arrive fairly quickly, and if I can keep a thought in my stupid head, I may actually order from her again, after all.

For pony hair, anyway.

*sighs* And I’ve spent so long cramming in a million different “one more thing before I sign off” things that I’m hungry again, which means I’m gonna be up at least another hour. Dammit.

Ahahaha. I just bought a pair of handmade OOAK doll boots. *headdesk*

Oh, the things I do when I am blue. Ah, well. Its not like I wanted that Paypal credit for anything. Just for everything under the sun. *shrugs* It wouldn’t have stretched that far, anyway.