As many of you know already, I was assaulted about a week and ahalf ago during a robbery of Dagwoods Nun's island. I've talked about it with some people, but other keep asking about it. So I figured I'd just write a damn post about it and clear up all the rumours, now that it's far enough in the past to make me go all nutso just talking about it.

Yes, I was beaten up. My face and body has mostly healed up at this point, luckily it was only some swelling and nasty bruises. He didn't have a weapon- I was lucky in a way. But since he didn't have a weapon, he resorted to roughing me up pretty badly so I guess that was not so lucky.

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But yes, I am okay. Not totally, 100% okay, but I am going to counseling sessions, and I will be fine. It was scary, and no, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Pat's been amazing with helping me though all this- and so have my friends.

The Song Meme going around... Go through your playlist on random... blah blah... you know the drill.

Opening Credits: Les Lumieres - Bell Orchestre
Waking up: Boys Don’t Cry (Acoustic Version) -The Cure
(Clearly, I have to apply eyeliner in this scene)

First day at school: Both Hands - Ani Difranco
(Nice and peppy beat, if you ignore the woefully depressing lyrics)

Falling in love: Recovering the Seattleites - Counting Crows
(Yes, this bodes well for Maery…. )

Fight song: Punk Rock - Mogwai

Break-up song: Real Good For Free- Joni Mitchell
(Oh Joni, my faithful companion, why must you betray me so?)

Prom: Question Mark - Elliot Smith
(Ok, granted, it’s not the WORSE possible Elliot Smith song… but c’mon….)

Life's OK: I Would Go - Smoosh
(Yes! There is hope for this herione)

Mental Breakdown: After Hours - The Velvet Undergound
(Does this mental breakdown involve suicide? Because with song, the end could be very bloody)

Driving: Outtasite (Outta Mind) - Wilco
(I’m totally speeding and singing along in this scene)

Flashback: The Drapery Falls - Opeth
(Obiviously, we’re flashing back to my good old Goth days.)

Get back together: Cold Light - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
(Not entirely too ominous)

Wedding: Done Wrong- Ani Difranco
(Oh boy. This is totally not gonna last)

Birth of child: Save Me - Aimee Mann
(I’m gonna be an abusive parent. I can tell)

Final Battle: Folk Death 95 - Mogwai
(I fight folk with post-rock)

Death Scene: Party People - Common Rotation
(My soundtrack has a healthy sense of irony)

Funeral song: Po Lazarus - Oh Brother Where Art Thou? Soundtrack (Not sure of artist)
(Lazarus? Dude, I’m coming back for the sequeal!)

End Credits: Roads - Portishead
(Well, maybe I’m not coming back. . . )

So, I'm an (official) Auntie. Evan Connor was born to my sister, Kimberley on November 18th. He's 6lbs and he squeaks!



(is it just me, or does it look like he's dreaming of nipples?)

Ahhhh! So much cute!

((As a note, I sorta have a love/hate relationship with Micheal Moore. I adore his satires (let's face it-they're not documenteries) and even though he steps over the line from time to time, I admire that sort of convition. He has a tendency to extremism, but drama is more entertaining. I think he does wonderulf things for public awarness, but he tend to shoot himself in the foot with his stunts since people tend to not take him too seriously because of them. But hey, if that's the character he wants to play, it's his call. You know, I have plenty more rambling observations I could make on the subject, but instead I'll just get to re-post.))

Friends,

Tomorrow night, those who sent 2,800 of our soldiers to their deaths -- all because of a lie the president concocted -- will find out if America chooses to reward them -- or remove them.

As good as things look for the Democrats, do not pop the corks and start the partying yet. Do not believe for a second that the Republicans plan on losing. They will fight like dogs for the next 24 hours -- relentless, unforgiving, nonstop action to squeeze every last conservative voter out of the house on election day. While the rest of us go about our day today, tens of thousands of Republican volunteers are knocking on doors, making phone calls, and lining up rides to the polls. They're not sleeping, they're not eating, they're not even watching Fox News. A day without Fox News? That's right, that's how insanely dedicated they are.

But the reason they have to work so hard is that, before they can get the vote out, they first have to completely turn around the massive public opinion against them. Almost 60% disapprove of Bush. Over 60% are opposed to the war. Those are landslide numbers. And the American people are not going to turn pro-war or into Bush-lovers by tomorrow morning. So it should be easy for us, right?

Yup. Just like it was when we won the popular vote in 2000 and when we were ahead in the exit polls all day long in 2004. You know the deal -- the other side takes no prisoners. And just when it seems like things are going our way, the Republicans suddenly, mysteriously win the election.

Well, it's not really that mysterious. They're out there busting their asses this very minute, right down the street from you. What are YOU doing? You're on a computer reading my cranky letter! Stop reading this! We have only a few hours left to wrestle control of the Congress away from these "representatives" who, if returned, will continue shipping our young men and women over there to die.

Here's what I'm imploring you to do right now:

1. Go through your address book on your cell phone and computer and call/e-mail everyone you know. Tell them how much it would mean to you if they vote on Tuesday. If they don't know where to vote, help them find their polling place.

2. Contact MoveOn.org ASAP. They will connect you to the folks who need you to make calls.

3. Contact your local Democratic Party headquarters. There are close races in nearly every state. They'll put you to work -- on the ground or on the phones. Or go to the local HQ for the Dem candidate running for the House of Representatives or the U.S. Senate and say, "Put me to work!"

OK, turn off the computer -- and I will, too. There's serious work to do. The good news? There's more of us than there are of them. Let's prove that, once and for all.

Is there anything more important that you have to do today? Nothing less than the rest of the world is depending on us.

Yours,
Michael Moore
www.michaelmoore.com
mmflint@aol.com

I stopped by Dawson again today to drop off some flowers on LC's behalf after work. The entire ride home my mind's been wandering...

Alot of the buzz about the Dawson Shootings is dying down, but I'm still affected. It's in the back of my mind, perkalating. Like there's a part of me that's still stuck there, trying to figure things out. Where to sort these emotions. Perhaps it's the peer counselling I'm doing that's making it harder. I'm taking away baggage from others, but part of it hides within me. I keep crying. I'm sensitive.

My Dad's comming into town tomorrow to take me out to breakfast. He's worried about me. He was telling me a story about how hard I cried and cried when I learnt that there were holes in the ozone layer. Apparently when he went to check on me in my room a few hours later all I could say to him was "Daddy, if it's killing us, why don't we stop?". He said for some reason he thought of this, about how completely I feel things, and wanted to come visit so I could talk to him and let things out. I guess he's noticed that I'm taking these events rather hard. He did the same thing after 9/11.

Sometimes I'm still that little girl asking "Daddy, if it's killing us, why don't we stop?"

I'm overwhelmed by all the hurt we cause each other, the same way I'm enraptured by the wicked beauty of living. I refuse to sit back and be jaded by everything, I refuse to withdraw in disgust. I will not be apathetic.

So, I'll continue to volunteer. I'll keep giving charities my money. I'll keep trying to counsel and inspire people. People may see my attempts are pathetic, or naive, but frankly, I couldn't give a damn. I'm going to keep wearing my heart on my sleeve, and I'm going to keep getting hurt. Some may consider this stupidity, a lack of learning from my mistakes... but I don't see it that way. I call it caring.

And I've seen some monumental displays of courage and caring in the past few days, so I know I'm not alone on this one. Thank you to all my friends, who are continual inspirations to me.

maery's LJ stalker is gr33n!

gr33n is stalking you because they have you confused with someone else whom they love. They are also deluded!

I'm about to implode. Or explode. Either way, there will be ploding.

T minus 3 days until the art show in TO. There is much to be done, as well as me juggling 2 jobs, and trying to get my shit together for going back to school in the fall.

It's been raining on and off for the last few days. It errily echo my moods. I've been sporradic with my tears as well. I'm happy, and then I cry. I'm stressed, and then I cry. I didn't know I had this much water inside of me begging to get out. Maybe I have a kinship with the clouds and they're acting like me. Aborbing humidity, wieghing themselves down with wetness until a pressure change- then cathartic release. They say people are star stuff.

I think I'm made up of the coulds. Ephermeral, misty and open to interpertation.

I can't wait until I'm floating again.

So, as it stand, I have room for 2 more people in my hotel room.

I'm gonna be there from the 7-10, (Fri-Sun). As I rented a room for 4 people, I still have space for other adventure-ers to bunk with us. I thought that I'm be sharin' with some people that cancelled, so I really can't afford to pay the room rate for 4 people with just me & the nipster.

Any takers?

In the desperate attempt to get more work done in time for my next show I bring you two of my new paintings:

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I better get back to the current work-in-progress. I will come up for air... sometime soon.