The moon will be in the seventh house - someday.

I hate television commercials.

The only commercials I like are the Anthem Blue Cross commercial with the man who lost a tooth and any that feature Peyton Manning. They're funny. That’s it. The rest of them just annoy the hell out of me.

I hate the American Express commercial in which everyday items "frown" while a cellist saws away in the background. Dude, either learn to play the cello or break the bow and get a day job.

I hate the talking Old Navy mannequins. Old Navy couldn’t afford to pay real people?

I hate any commercial that uses vintage music icons, like John Lennon or Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam), to sell products they would never in their lifetimes have endorsed.

I hate Billy Mays impersonators. Billy Mays was annoying when he was alive. Must we now be subjected to second rate imitations? Sham Wow guy, take off the totally unnecessary head microphone for god’s sake. You are not at the county fair. Bud Light’s Tailgate Approved series of shill ads gets my Seal of DISapproval.

I hate The King. I can’t be the only one out there who thinks Burger King’s mascot is scary weird. If I saw that guy coming at me, I would kick him in the fries.

I hate ... HeadOn, apply directly to the forehead. HeadOn, apply directly to the forehead. HeadOn, apply directly to the forehead. Dear god! Make it stop!

I hate The New York Times Weekender ad. “How many sections are you fluent in?” How fluent are you in sign language? Do you know what my middle finger is saying?

I hate Sally Fields’ Boniva commercials. As they say in show business, break a leg!

I hate Charles Schwab’s cartoonified people talking about their investment concerns. As if graphic novel visuals will elevate the self-indulgent concerns of pompous, self-satisfied yuppies to something I should give a rat’s ass about.

I hate the Cialis side-by-side bathtubs. What the hell is that all about? If the erection-in-a-pill tablet is going to do any good, shouldn’t they at least be in the same bathtub?

I hate any Mac commercial. Ok, I get it. Apple is cool. In fact, it is so cool it is ultra hip to the point of brain death.

I hate the Palm Pre expressionless, featureless young spokeswoman. Why would I buy a phone PDA pitched by a freaky android?

I hate all McDonald’s iced coffee ads, from the one that starts with a woman whining a jazz riff, to a nightclub MC grooving about the hot stylings of McD’s java dregs, to women’s voiceovers plotting to send their husbands out to pick up some coffee. Get it yourselves, bitches!

I hate the Cadillac commercial wherein a smug, sexy woman purrs about the sexual automotive performance of her ride. Get a room or at least a garage!

I hate the Julia Roberts wannabee in the Chase Shapphire commercial. All that’s missing is the real Julia’s Wall of China sized throbbing forehead vein.

I hate every Kay Jewelers commercial ever made as well as any they will make in the future.



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Damn. My pneumonitis is proving stubborn. I finished taking the prednisone late last week. Last weekend, I found myself short of breath again. I saw my radiation oncologist today about it and she reassured me that no one has a “normal” reaction to pneumonitis and steroids. Sometimes it just takes longer. So, I have to do another course of the meds and consult with both the rad oncologist and my pulmonologist next week. I know it’s not the end of the world. I know it will eventually go away. It doesn’t matter. I just want it gone – now.

Damn. Damn and double dog damn.

"Never give up! Never surrender!"

Commander Peter Quincy Taggart, as played by Tim Allen in Galaxy Quest

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I am just about done with one of the most - morbid - pieces - ever. I love it! I hope to have pics up in the next 24 hours. It depends upon how fast the glue dries. E6000 has been giving me fits on this. How long do you have to wait for this stuff to fully set?



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Crap. The steroids helped the radiation pneumonitis, but didn’t entirely get rid of it. Tomorrow, I have to start another week of steroids. I have been in a funk for a few days and this isn’t helping. I want my life back. I want to do go to UCLA football games at the Rose Bowl. I want to go back to work. I want to clean my house and dig in the garden. I want to go shopping for hours and hiking up and down the hills in Sierra Madre. And I want to do it all without huffing and puffing and gasping for breath. Damn it!

I know this feeling is temporary. I know it will get better, but that’s not helping today. So, after my late afternoon consultation with my radiation oncologist, I came home and spent the evening grazing the kitchen and pantry for easy foods and a big bowl of ice cream. I spent the rest of the evening watching mind-candy television, surfing the web and, more important, working on formatting images for some new jewelry ideas.

I decided that this week, I am going on a jewelry-making binge. I am going to make stuff for Los Con and I am going to make a Day of the Dead necklace for me with a delicate floral lampwork skull I just bought. Maybe my shitty mood will help me make some dark edged stuff for the Gothers and Steam Punkers at upcoming sci fi convention art shows. Can’t hurt.



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This has been one of those days in which everything I turned my hand to dropped and broke. A man tried to back his van into my car in a parking lot. Another man yelled at me when I tried to be nice to him about a parking meter. I spilled 2 cups of freshly rinsed Bismati rice down the sink. A spreading pool of water crept across the bathroom floor after my shower.

Maybe I pissed off some deity somehow. If that’s the case, send me a heavenly text, or just call me and tell me what I did to offend you. I will perform whatever abject ritual apology you require and never, ever do it again.

If this was just a case of a string of bad luck all crammed into one day, I just want this day to be over so I can get to a hopefully better tomorrow. Unfortunately, I will still have to get through the rest of the night which could be a job if it’s anything like last night when I was up most of the night tweaking on the steroids I am taking for radiation pneumonitis!

Oh yeah – the Angels lost tonight. They played like a bunch of T-ballers – picking their noses and watching the baseballs go by.



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