Dragonflies, Butterflies & Lady Bugs

Something For Nothing

Nina treated us to a night of very little sleep. What a gal! Thank the Goddess for grandmas -- my mom took her this morning and let Jeff and I sleep in. Jeff is gluing down the lino as I type this. He assures Gab and I that this is a one person job, so we're leaving him to it.

The other day we picked up a satellite radio for our vehicles. We figured it would be useful in the cross country trek. I also bought it in defiance of the annoying commercials they have in these parts warning people not to subscribe to satellite radio because "it's about the money." Well, hm. Last time I checked, radio stations were only "free" because of advertising revenue. In other words, money. And since so many "free" radio stations are owned by corporations like Clear Channel, corporations that are about "money", I hardly think anyone should be throwing stones. And at least on these stations I'm hearing stuff other than the ten songs played on most "free" stations AND I don't have to put up with annoying dj's who pander to 15 year old boys. Apparently "demographics" indicate that if I like the music I like, I must be a misogynistic, ignorant 15 year old who finds sexist jokes and diatribes about bodily functions the height of comedy. And apparently I want to hear the same lame song by Nickelback at least twice an hour. So with the satellite? I get the music I like without the bullshit. And yeah, I'm willing to pay for that. As if I weren't paying the other way anyway. It's amazing to me how many people fall for the idea of getting something for nothing. It just doesn't happen that way in America, folks.

And in another bit of randomness, I have noticed lately that people who read my journal and who also see me on a regular basis seem to feel "caught" if they ask me a question about how I'm doing -- like they've been busted for not reading. So I'll let you off the hook. I don't expect that everyone reads my journal every time I update. I mean, I love it that some of you do, but if you happen to see me, please don't feel like you have to have memorized what I've written here. You can ask how I'm doing. Besides, I don't write about everything here anyway. You may get another side to a story, or even a story I just didn't feel like typing out.

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