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Friday, September 19, 2014

Refrigerator Art

The Rogue Speaks:
It's not what you think! There are no paintings of polar bears in a snow storm, or a whiteout during a blizzard. It's all about what you have on your 'fridge. You know those magnetic letters that come in a little box and allow you to create your own poetry on the 'fridge? Well, I love those things! I created the poem above, but when I tried to photograph it for this post, the glare was too strong, so I had to create it with one of my programs. The magnet below it is one of my favorites. I really don't know a lot of normal people, so it's perfect for me. Aside from those and a couple of others, I only have pictures of my grandchildren. 
I am looking for some interesting stuff that you have on your fridge, like a note that says "return pregnancy test," or "call exterminator about squirrels in the attic," or "herpes test Friday." After that one comes "refill Valtrex." Then there could be "return movies to Porn King video rental." "appt. w/ therapist Fri. at 2" is probably found on a 'fridge somewhere. "Stick needles in both eyes on Monday" is probably not. Nor are you likely to find "eat two pounds of M&M's Friday night." No, wait! My Best Friend Artist loves chocolate, and I know she has a bunch of strange things on her 'fridge--that might be one of them. I'll have to check.

My 'fridge door used to be so full of stuff that sometimes I couldn't find the handle, so I stripped it down to the bare stainless, and only put up things I couldn't live without seeing every day. Oh, and I do have a grocery list pad hanging there.  It says "Buy every item that gives me  10¢ off each gallon of gas!"  We have some strange stuff in our pantry.  Some day, I may even use it!

Probably the most important magnet I have on my 'fridge, and the one that I should read every day as a reminder, reads:

Thanks, everyone!  Now head on over to Jenny's and read more "R's!!!!"

Thursday, September 11, 2014


The Rogue Speaks:

Well, I certainly gave myself a headache while trying to come up with a good "Q" word. My first thought was to go with Quantum Mechanics, but after careful consideration, I decided that not a lot of people would care to comment on the subject. We bloggers crave comments, you know!!

So, for Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday I chose to write about the person from whom the word "quixotic" was derived--Don Quixote, The Man of La Mancha, a book written by Miguel de Cervantes.

Alonso Quixano is a citizen of La Mancha. At age 50 (almost), he is retired, and lives a quiet life with his niece and their housekeeper. He is an avid reader of books pertaining to chivalry. There is no way that some of the events he reads about are even remotely possible, but our dear Alonso believes them to be true. The citizens of La Mancha begin to worry that Alonso has completely lost his mind, because he rarely eats or sleeps, and devotes his time solely to reading these chivalrous tales

He decides to become a knight-errant. He puts on an old suit of armor, renames the family's old nag Rocinante, and calls himself "Don Quixote de la Mancha. Since most knights had lady loves, he decides that a neighboring farm girl is his, and calls her Dulcinea del Toboso. Unfortunately, the girl hasn't a clue that she is the object of his love, or that she now has a brand new name!

Armored and astride his noble steed, he goes out one morning and eventually finds himself at an inn. He thinks it is a castle, and he asks the poor innkeeper to make him a knight, because he thinks that the fellow is the lord of the castle. He takes off his armor, and guards it during the night until some muleteers try to steal it. He fights them off fiercely, and the innkeeper, fearing that Alonso will tear up the place, finally "dubs" him a knight. Then our hero heads out on his quest.

Along the way, he finds a young boy who had been tied to a tree for asking for his wages from the guy for whom he works. Don Quixote, pleased that he has freed this poor child, takes off. As soon as he is out of sight, the guy beats the boy within an inch of his life.

Our hero next has a run-in with some traders, who are on their way from Toledo. He thinks that they have insulted his love, Dulcinea, and they begin to fight. The traders beat Alonso very badly and leave him on the side of the road where he is later found by a neighbor, Pedro Crespo. Pedro manages to get Alonso back home safely.

While our hero is gone, his niece, with the help of the housekeeper, and a couple of men of the town, burns practically all his books and nail the door to his library shut. They tell Alonso that a magician stole his entire library and carried it away.

Don Quixote asks Sancho Panza, a rather dim-witted neighbor, to be his squire. Sancho agrees and, in the early morning hours, they take off for parts unknown. Thus began their famous adventures, the most widely know being Don Quixote's fight with the windmills, whom he thinks are giants.

On their travels, they meet many people whom Don Quixote thinks are part of his quest. Too bad the people didn't know that! Our hero managed to get himself involved with stuff that was none of his business, and people tended to beat him up because of it. He was very bad about paying his debts and this only added to his injuries.

The second part of Don Quixote was written 10 years after the first. Frankly I am surprised that Alonso lasted that long!! In any case, it seems that Don Quixote and Sancho have become famous throughout the land because of all the adventures they had had. Some people, however, still think that Alonso is a nut-case, and he is made the butt of many practical jokes.

Poor witless Sancho! Don Quixote gives him the task of finding Dulcinea, the neighbor girl who is still clueless about the whole "lady love" thing. Sancho is not about to try to kidnap the neighbor girl, so he snatches three raggedy peasant girls and tells Alonso that they are the servants of Dulcinea. Quixote asks Sancho where his lady love is, and Sancho tells him that the magician who stole his books put a spell on Ouixote which results in his not being able to see the truth.

Poor Don Quixote becomes severely depressed, and finally realizes that he is not a knight after all. He tells everyone that chivalry is dead (hmm, does that sound familiar?). He can't seem to shake off the severe depression, even though Sancho tries his best to turn it around and get him healthy again. Our hero eventually dies a broken man.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Prefrontal Cortex--Kids, Cars, Guns

The Rogue Speaks:

I'm afraid that my emotional limbic system (which includes, among other things, the amygdala) took over last week when I was writing my post about the 9 year old who shot the instructor at a shooting range in Arizona.  That happens to many of us at one time or another in our lives.  I was able to calm myself down, however, because of my prefrontal cortex (better late than never!).

The prefrontal cortex, found in the front part of the brain, takes up  one third of the brain.  That area of the brain is sometimes called the "executive suite," because it helps us to calibrate risk and reward, problem-solving, prioritizing, thinking ahead, self-evaluation, long-term planning, and regulation of emotion. In early- and mid-adolescence, the prefrontal cortex undergoes considerable growth, moving  from back to front in its development.  This development may not be complete until age 25--sometimes even later!

Car rental agencies and insurance companies have actuaries who have done studies on teenage drivers, and their studies show that teens are far more likely to have accidents than older, more mature drivers. That's why these companies charge younger people more for their services.  In fact, until recently, one had to be age 25 to rent a car.  Not only do teen drivers lack  skill, but  they frequently think that they are invincible.  Put them behind the wheel, and they begin to think with their limbic system and just do not appreciate cause and effect. Add texting, or alcohol, or drugs, and it becomes a recipe for tragedy.

Automobile crashes are the leading cause of death among teens, age 15-20!

It is my feeling that the parents of that 9 year old who shot the instructor at the shooting range were thinking more with their limbic system than their prefrontal cortex.  If they had had  more evolved brains, there is just no way that they would have done something so stupid as to allow their little girl to fire a Uzi.

Over the weekend, I saw an interview with a fellow who was teaching his pre-teen and his teen to shoot.  He felt that he was being responsible, and was teaching them to have a respect for guns, and to be responsible themselves.  It is my contention that he is really rolling the dice with his attitude.  Knowing gun safety may just fly out the window if a pre-teen or a teen has a temper tantrum while handling a gun, and the younger the child is, the more likely that just might happen.

On December 14, 2012, 20-year-old Adam Lanza, who had been taught by his mother to shoot several firearms, killed 20 children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Connecticut.

On Jan 8, 2011, Jared Loughner, 22, killed 6 people and injured Gabby Giffords at a Safeway Market in Tucson.  Our son, Keil, just happened to be in that Safeway when the shooting occurred.

On April 20, 1999, Eric Harris and Dylan Kliebold killed 13 people and wounded 21 others at Columbine High School in Colorado.

One year after the Sandy Hook killings, Mother Jones analyzed the subsequent deaths of 194 children ages 12 and under.  These deaths were reported in the news as gun accidents, homicides, and suicides.  The deaths occurred in 43 different states, and in both rural and urban areas.

Gun owners with families may believe that their weapons are well-hidden from children and teens, or are safely locked away, but a curious little child, too young to know gun safety, just might find that weapon and shoot either himself  or someone else  accidentally.  You think it can't happen, but believe me, it does!

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You know the debate over "nature" versus "nurture"?  Well, the prefrontal cortex reacts very favorably to good "nurture."  If your kids see you behaving like a good parent should, it soaks into their little brains.  Given a good soaking, the brain will react on a more evolved level when a kid takes little Joey's truck, so instead of thinking "you took my truck, so now I'm gonna smack you!"  it reacts in a more appropriate manner.  The same holds true for adults.  If your kid sees you in a fit of "road rage" after having been cut off by another driver (you know, where you speed up, get alongside the other driver and shake, well, shake your middle finger at him, your face red with anger) then that behavior has a negative effect on your kid's brain.

A long time ago, when I was in my twenties (yes, a VERY LONG time ago!), I saw a man take a gun from his large collection with the intent of shooting his blind dog for having damaged the interior of his car.  The man was livid with rage.  Fortunately I was able to calm the man down, and eventually found another home for the dog.  The man's rage (he was in his mid-twenties) is a perfect example of an underdeveloped prefrontal cortex.

In another instance

Oh my goodness!  I just re-read this and have decided that I have bored you long enough!  Please go to Jenny's to read more entries for Alphabe-Thursday.  If you DO want to know more about the prefrontal cortex, let me know! Hahahahahaha!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

O M G!!!!!!!!!!!

The Rogue Speaks:

A New Jersey couple, visiting Bullets and Burgers (a tourist attraction in northern Arizona) decided it would be fun if they videoed their 9 year old daughter firing an Uzi sub-machine gun.  The girl lost control of the weapon and accidentally shot the instructor in the head while the parents were filming the lesson.  The instructor died instantly.  WHAT WERE THESE IDIOT PARENTS THINKING????

Guns have no place in the hands of children, and this little girl will carry in her mind the image of what occurred for the rest of her life.  Those parents made a fatal error in judgement  when they encouraged their little girl, in her gray shirt and pink shorts,  to fire that weapon.

I am wondering how this incident will change the lives in that family.  Do they own guns? Is that the reason that they decided to stop at Bullets and Burgers?  What will happen when they get back to New Jersey and people ask them about their family vacation??  Will they show them that video????

"Look, Harry!  Let's stop here so little Susie
can shoot a machine gun!  It will be a great
video to show the folks back home!"
Several years ago, a 7 year old boy died while firing a Uzi.  The recoil from the powerful weapon struck him in the chest.  It's just another example of ignorant parents making fatal decisions that cost a life.
Is it just my imagination, or are people in this country getting dumber by the minute??
Now skip on over to Jenny's and read some happy posts!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014


The Rogue Speaks:

Things have seriously gotten out of hand in Ferguson, Missouri.  First, an unarmed bully thief robs a convenience store (caught on tape), several times.   Then he runs out into traffic with cigars in his hand, and is shot FIVE OR SIX TIMES by a police officer, who knows NOTHING about the robbery, and who receives a commendation for the shooting.

Then the black citizens of Ferguson begin to picket in large numbers.  In the midst of those picketers are worthless scum criminals who are using the picketers as shields.  These people are coming to Missouri from as far away as California, and New York!  The police, who are using retired military equipment that make them think they are actually soldiers, start a war with the picketers who are (hopefully) unknowingly sheltering the evil worthless scum in their midst.

Angry young black men who are tired of their worthless lives begin throwing rocks and looting stores, and throwing Molotov cocktails at the police.  Do they really think that this will earn them a place in the sun???

The poor State Patrol Captain, who has been put in charge of resolving this outrageous war, spends most of his time trying to soothe the picketers who have been fired on with rubber bullets by the police, while the real miscreants hide in the crowd.

Captain!  Send those picketers HOME!!!  Tell them to go home and STAY THERE, until the real perps can be caught and jailed!  Who cares if they think they just might miss something, or just might end up on t.v.!  MAKE THEM GO HOME!! It's the safest place for them to be!!!

Then, make those would-be soldiers store their silly arsenal of used military items, and round up the criminals, using the weapons that they were issued when they joined the force. JUST DON'T SHOOT UNARMED PEOPLE!!  Use tasers--remember them??

In the meantime,  I have heard, from a totally outrageous source, that Israel, who is in the midst of fighting a war with Hamas terrorists (who are using their own people as human shields), has people in Ferguson, training the police.  OMG!! Like they have time for that!!!!!


This concludes my offering for Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday.  Please click on the link to read more offerings.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


The Rogue Speaks:

Well, I certainly didn't know it!!! July 29th was National Lipstick Day.  I wonder who dreamed that up!  Cover Girl? Revlon? Clinique?  Whatever!  So in honor of this belated auspicious occasion, I give you...

It is 5000 years ago, and two women are sitting in their stall at the outdoor market in Sumeria.   "Look!" one cries to the other.  "That man has crushed gemstones on his lips and eyelids!"  The other woman stares in amazement. "Well, I never....!"

It wasn't until a couple of thousand years later that the women in another ancient civilization began to apply red tint to their lips, but the mixture they used to brighten them proved to be toxic, so that idea quickly went by the boards.

In the 16th century, Elizabeth I, also know as The Virgin Queen, began coloring her lips bright red.  It then became fashionable for the wealthy women to do likewise.  Actresses were not allowed to wear makeup, but their male counterparts were.

In the 19th century, women were allowed to use makeup, but only if it did not appear to be obvious.  Most of the lip colorings contained a dangerous amount of lead, and women were warned not to use it.    The Sears catalogue began to sell rouge for the lips and cheeks in the late 1890's.

In 1915, Maurice Levy invented the metal cylinder in which to house lipstick, which was made with deer tallow, castor oil, beeswax, and a coloring agent, usually carmine dye.

The bases for lipstick changed over the years, and during WW II, lipstick was hard to come by, because petroleum and castor oil were very scarce.  So now you know that the famous illustration of Rosie, The Riveter was probably touched up!!

The word "lipstick" came into being in the late 1800's.  In 1926, Charles F. Lummis, of the Los Angeles Times, wrote, "Most of us know as much of history as a pig does of lipsticks."  In 1946, writer Stella Gibbons wrote of  one of her characters who visited a hair salon. She had her hair washed by a technician called Susan, who had a face like a very young pig that had managed to get hold of a lipstick.
In 1980 an article in the Quad-City Herald, Jan 31, a writer commented that "you can clean up a pig, put a ribbon in its tail, spray it with perfume, but it is still a pig."  I'm sure that made Miss Piggy shudder!
In an advertisement in May 2002, Charles Schwab ran an ad that slammed another brokerage firm's conflicts of interest by showing one of the firm's sales managers telling his crew, ""Let's put some lipstick on this pig!," indicating that the stock that was recommended was really worthless, but they could dress it up and sell it off.
The idea of "putting lipstick on a pig" is a phrase common in the car sales industry.  Wash it, give it a new coat of paint, and sell it for full price!  Ron Lyons, a t.v. personality, when asked to support raising money for the renovation of Candlestick Park, scoffed, "That would be like putting lipstick on a pig!"
Not too long ago, the phrase came into use in the political arena (Ah, you knew it!! Eventually it would come around to politics!!!).  Victoria Clarke, Assistant Secretary of Defense under Donald Rumsfeld, wrote a book titled "Lipstick on a Pig: Winning In the No-Spin Era by Someone Who Knows the Game."  The gist? You can put lipstick on a pig, but it is still a pig.
John Kerry used that phrase in 2004, as did VP Dick Cheney, that same year.  John McCain used it in 2007.  Even the late Elizabeth Edwards, wife of the scumbag John Edwards, used it when speaking of John McCain.
John Boehner also used that worn-out phrase this past April, when speaking to reporters concerning the Republican fundraising efforts.  Said, Boehner, "There's no other way to put it.  There's no use putting lipstick on a pig."  John! If you ever needed to come up with something original, my God, man!  Now's the time!!!  Naturally, my plea falls on deaf ears, and that is just as it should be.
Here's one more use of the word "lipstick" that really set my teeth on edge.  Remember Sara Palin--  the beauty queen who never learned anything in school except how to balance books on her head and smile without creating wrinkles?  One of her actually memorable lines was in the form of a question.  "What's the difference between a soccer mom and a pit bull?  Lipstick!"  Sarah, Sarah, Sarah! My youngest son played soccer at 8 on a Saturday morning!  Do you actually think I took the time to paint my face before throwing him in the car and driving to the soccer field?  Get over yourself!  I didn't give a rat's ass how I looked as long as my son was having fun with his friends.
Yes, I have lipstick, and yes I use it--whenever I remember to put it on.  "Put on a little lipstick," my mother used to tell me.  Even Rod reminds me when we are in the car, going out  for an unplanned dinner .  I do have lipstick in my purse, but I have to admit that every time I open that tube, I am amazed that red dust doesn't fall in my lap.
My idea of the perfect lipstick is one that you put on in the morning and then have to scrub off at night with Lava soap.  As a matter of fact, I just ordered a "semi-permanent" lip stain today.  I will use it under my City Lips lip plumper (which actually works, by the way.)
About 5 years ago, I complained to my dermatologist that I no longer had any seriously visible lips.  Know what he said?  "Get over it! You're old!" Yes, I am! And I am opinionated, but I am also passionate.
I hope you have enjoyed my history of lipstick, with commentary.   Now please go to my sweet friend Jenny's blog and read the other entries.  They are ALWAYS good!


K is for Kinda

The Rogue Speaks:

I am such an idiot!  I spent all evening writing my "L" post and then realized that this is a "K" week!  Sooooo, I am publishing a post that I wrote in January.  I have a lot on my plate this week and next, so you are just going to bear with me, and accept this re-do.  If you have already read it and commented, please do not think that you have to comment again.  I am just taking up space here to CMA until next week's "L" post.  Thanks, blogging pals!!

It's kinda sad that after major incidents that cripple cities and put lives at risk, the
heads of state and local governments think that saying, "I take full responsibility," or "I'm sorry that this happened on my watch," will make everything o.k., at least until
the next time it happens.  In 2010, a major winter storm crippled Atlanta.  It was a complete and total mess!  After the fact, the people in charge apologized, saying that they had learned a great deal during that event, and measures had been put in place so that it would never happen again.  Oh, really????   What happened to all those "measures?"  Did the dog eat their homework?????

It's kinda scary that a politician would threaten to throw someone over a banister a couple of stories down onto a marble floor, and then say, " Sorry!  We'll do lunch soon."  Does lunch make it o.k.? Nooooo, I don't think so.  Frankly, I wouldn't be caught dead having lunch with someone like that!!!  Really!!!!

What is wrong with people these days!!!!!!  They seem to think they can say and do (or NOT do) whatever they want to, and apologizing on national television makes everything o.k.  Well, at least until the next time it happens.  If those politicians were people for whom I had voted to represent me, I can tell you now, they would never get my vote again.  I expect leaders to set a good example, and lately that just hasn't happened.

I'm kinda mad, so rather than risk saying something for which I would have to apologize on national blogland, I suggest that you head on over to Jenny's and read  some nice, friendly posts for Alphabe-Thursday!