Auterrific

Since my posts from Blogger are still not moved over, and everyone has been redirected here, I wanted to make sure this post got some press.

I don’t know if anyone will be able to do this, but I’m going to post it anyway. A friend of mine in Austin, Texas has Scleroderma and she is running her annual fund raiser again right now.

What is Scleroderma, you ask?
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I couldn’t wait anymore to start posting again. I’m not done with finals yet, but articles were calling out to me and I had to pass them on. I do want you to read what I wanted my first official post to be, though.
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Here’s the gift that keeps on giving. This is good news for us women who are 35+ and trying to conceive.

Viagra enhances a man’s chances of becoming a father in more ways than one. The anti-impotence drug increases the motility of sperm and boosts its ability to bind to an egg, South African researchers report.

The porn industry is trying, again, to form a union. Apparently, after two actors have been diagnosed with HIV, the thought of hazard pay and overtime has a bit more appeal.

“If you look at how much money is being made by the industry and how much goes down to the talent, I think there needs to be a union,” longtime actor Tony Tedeschi told the Los Angeles Times. “I would like to see this business run more like Hollywood. They should have the same rules for our workplace that they have in any other workplace.”

“Longtime actor Tony Tedeschi.” Emphasis mine…heh, heh. I guess you all know what I have on my mind.

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you know how impressed I’ve been about women increasingly taking the reins on their own sexuality, often leaving the men in the dust. The ladies have made the news again. My favorite snippet of the article:

“My mother felt security and being a good provider were the most important qualities to look for in a mate. She taught me, in so many words, that sex was something you had to put up with until the old man wore out. Forget that! My mature body finally knows what it likes and I just need to keep a mature man around who appreciates that fact.”

I’d buy her a drink if I knew where she was!

I hate to see this happening so close to home. (Kim, you might not want to read this) The scalp of the little four year old girl had to be removed from the dog’s stomach to be reattached in order for her to survive the attack. This was done successfully, but she remains in critical condition.
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It’s down to dotting i’s and crossing t’s.

I finally have my banner issue resolved. It matches exactly on this first page, and is just a tad off center on archive and permalink views…which is fine with me.

Unfortunately, when I changed my username, there was already a Linda, so now I’m Auterrific all the way. No one needed to know my name anyway, right?
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The sign on the door said
GENIUS AT WORK
The child
Riding his new Big Wheel
Curiously awaiting
Some unknown praise
Rode the black asphalt drive
Hopped off of his monster
Anxiously ran to the door
Knocked
And waited impatiently
The door opened with ferocity
A strong gust of air
Equivalent to the gusts
Of a motorcycle ride
Struck the child
The Genius
With his loud, burly voice
Looking scornfully at the child
Said,
“What do you want kid?”
The child stared
The man spoke again
“Come on kid, I’m busy!”
The child
Still curious and anxious
But now fearful
And somewhat excited
Just stared in amazement
Then said,
“Do you wanna see my Big Wheel?”

In solitude
I scream for silence

Tears of anger
Fall from my eyes

Thoughts of strangers
Invade my mind

Never alone
I search for freedom

Heart and soul
Reaching for the edge

Slowly experiencing pain
Then falling back to reality

(Written the evening of September 11, 2001
after the World Trade Center attack on the United States)

This morning I woke
And life was the same
I drifted back to sleep
Blissfully unaware

Safe. Sound. Silent.
Only to wake again
Mere moments later
In utter disbelief

Stripped of my security
I sit and witness
This great atrocity
In a catatonic stare

What has happened?

What can I do?

What have we done?

Innocence is lost
Buried under concrete
And shattered steel
With muddled cries

My heart aches
As I feel the day
Waiting for an end
Hoping for a beginning

Now long after sunset
My eyes grow tired
As I await a slumber
Assuredly with less comfort

Will great warmth
Be with me this night?
Tomorrow I will wake
And life will be different