I don't, and never did do politics, because I'm not politically correct.  As if anyone ever was.  Although some are hypocritcal enough to appear that way.  I would really like to know what is wrong with the world today.  Is everyone going to take everything sitting down and never really fight back?  Does no one see that when someone does something, and you come to the table to "negotiate"  they think they have you by the balls?  You came to them!  How long do we continue to make "deals" for ourselves, or kids, are personal situations and let governments, and big business, and whatever run wild?  How do you have a deadline for a budget, not meet it, then not pay state workers since it hasn't been met?  Is that their fault, or yours?  No one ever meets the budget deadline.  Why, we don't make them, and we take whatever they hand out.

Now IL has a governor whose know how to play hard ball.  And no one has a clue what he is really doing.  Its disturbing.  2,600 layoffs, when no one has been hired in about 8 years?  rofl.  Bring it on.  Governor Quinn, run these departments.  You think you can pay us minimum wage?  Bring it.  I work in a department that can't strike, but you just called one.  Come run the correctional facilities yourself.  Unemployment pays more than minimum wage.  Wake up, and guess what?  It drains the state budget.  Unemployment statutes state anything over 15% is unreasonable as a voluntary wage redection.  So when no one shows up to work, whos running your warrants, whose running the prison?  You think he's going to?  Come on.  Then tell us we don't earn our money!

All right, not everyone works for the state, and has no interest in this.  But currently Chicago is the number one murder capitol of the world.  They are going to release 6 to 12 thousand, yes thousand (and lay off besides) inmates from prison.  If IL does it, it sets a precedent.  Sooner or later its going to happen to you.  They are supposedly "low level" offenders, like they can judge that.  Look at the "Sheridan project".  Those were supposedly "low level" offenders and were running down the street shooting cops.

Bottom line is these folks are out.  Regardless of how they were sentenced and ALL crime is going up.  Best to move out of IL.  You, and definately not your valuables--thats low level--are not safe at night.

 

{{My old roomate has a fantasy of living debt free, and work has more overtime than anyone could possibly work available, so she was then, and still is, killing herself by working 80 hour weeks to achieve this fantasy. She was rarely home and so never noticed what occured with me and the dog. She does not cook ever, and since I do, the dog thought I was God.......lol. It followed me everywhere. I still called it the damn dog, and yelled at him all the time, but we had become inseperable. Wherever I was so was the dog.}}

{{The dog was jealous of my computer. I play Medal of Honor on line. One nite while I was minding my own business playing the game....and he should have been minding his own business laying on my bed, which he thought was his, he jumped up on my lap and started banging the keyboard with his paws and actually killed another player. That person still doesn't believe it was the dog that did it. Life's ideosycracies? Try this on for size. That player goes by the name of MuttSlayer.}}

{{My kids had given this dog some small stuffed toy dog, and Jack and I would play tug of war with him for an hour every night. This was the highlight of the dog's day. I think it was the highlight of mine as well. My roomate was supposedly working a double and not coming home until 11:00 p.m. So at about 6:00 p.m., here I was on the floor, with the stereo cranked up. (there was a no barking ordinance in the town. Stereo cranked up to cover the barking. If you play music to loud they come out and tell you about it. And only then if it is after 10:00 p.m. If the dog barks at anytime day or night, you get $150.00 ticket, 3 tickets the dog is a nuisance and you have to get rid of the dog. Lovely Town. I think the world has gone mad...Can I get rid of some people that are nuisances?)}}

{{Here I am on all fours, growling and barking at the damned dog... and he is growling and barking back, and this mangled bit of stuffed mutt is moving back and forth between us, and the music is going BOOM BOOM BOOM....and in walks my roommate. The expression on her face was priceless, wish I had a picture of it. I, of course, stood up nonchalantly to my impressive height of 5'3", stuck my chin up in the air, looked down my nose and said "The damned dog won't give me my stuffed animal back." And walked to my room. Very dignified. The damned dog, hilareous creature that he is, with the mangled mutt dangling out of his mouth, glared at her, stuck his nose up in the air and trotted after me.}}

[[For lack of anything better to write in here at the moment, I guess I will tell a story.]]

[[When I first split with my ex, I moved in with my best friend. She had this little yippy black and white Jack Russell Terrior that she called by the truly original name of Jack. I called him Damned Dog--complete with "the look" that scares every human away. The damn dog was to stupid to be scared. And where as people stay away from you when you don't like them, that thing seemed to like me more for disliking him.]]

[[Needless to say, when I moved in she looked on in great delight to see what would happen between me and the mongrel. Prior to my moving in, he always slept in her bed. The day I moved in, he tried to jump in mine! He learned quickly he was banished from my room entirely! Instead of sleeping in her bed, he went to the couch which was between both bedrooms and just stared at the bedroom doors all night I guess.]]

[[After several days of this, he then began a morning ritual. I would get up in the morning and go to the bathroom, and he would sneak in the bedroom while I was gone, and totally submerge himself under the blankets of the bed so you didn't see him. I left for work later in the morning than she did so I always let him out before I went. The first time this happened I was running around this place looking for the stupid creature only to find him in my bed (after I accidently sat on him not knowing he was there). Then of course I let him out, and he barks and wakes up the whole neighborhood, and doesn't want to come in. Very contrary creature that dog. Well after a few days of this, even though I am not a morning person and I sleep until noon whether I am awake or not, things become auto pilot. Since it was a ritual, I got up that morning, shut the door, and stumbled in the bathroom. The dog was still in the bed later.]]

[[I thought about this all day long and how he might have gotten there, and could not figure it out. That night I had a bunch of stuff going on and got to bed really late. I had just fallen asleep, half in and half out, and I felt the dog in the bed. I slit half of one eye open and watched him gingerly, careful to avoid touching me, creep toward the far side of the bed, and then perform the most graceful circus stunt I have ever seen. He somehow managed to nose the side of the blanket at the foot of the bed up in the air, without causing the bed to move at all, and slide under it. At which point, I debated rolling over and accidentally kicking him off or my normal response to him--Yelling with "the look" and shooing him out. I decided the yelling was out do to the fact my roomate had worked a double. I would have enjoyed kicking him to the other side of the planet, but alas I am just not that cruel. I was also very tired, so what I did was yank the cover off of him and glare. This dog should be in the movies. He slunk way down and looked very guilty and apologetic and curled his tail down between his legs. I grunted at him and went to back to sleep.]]

[[Here is the question. Obviously the damn thing is not stupid. Never was. His intent was from the first to seduce his way into that bed and he succeeded. But was he always coming in the bed in the middle of the night, or just after I learned how to shut the door in the morning? And do they have dog shrinks? Because I think the dog has oppositional defiant disorder. If you tell him no, he is going to find a way to do it--and he is quite capabale of planning it.]]

[[Oh, and I am thinking of all this, because since I have moved, I am required to call the mangy mutt weekly, be put on speaker phone and talk to him while he barks. I am required to do this, because according to her, if I don't he spends all day dragging everything that moves in her bedroom into what used to be my bedroom. Pfffffft]]

[[I was recently asked how you can go on strike on a free on line dating service. Well there are differences between strike and boycotting. Boycotting means you don't use the services/products. Strike means you PROTEST, and don't use the services/products.]]

[[Although continuing to use products/services, I would like to enter a delusion, where I believe, due to a rambling, long, nonsensical post (that no one could ever read and get to the end of without going to sleep--therefore would never know of the protest) it has eliminated the need to fill out a profile in its entirety. I am no longer haunted with requests to up load more pictures or write a test for measly percentage points. And I would also like to point out, although the original PROTEST was on a Jounal Entry, now we can GET PAID for the tests! And I am just crazy, eccentric, and selfish enough to know they chose the tests because that would come next after the Journal Entry and they did not want their data banks clogged up with further PROTESTS of Idiocy from me. So.......to my friend........See how effective a strike can be?]]

[[I must go now, it seems I have company, those little guys in white with the uncomforatable jacket that keep trying to persuade me to take a vacation at a 4 star resort. I am supposed to believe this when I have to wear a jacket, that is horrendously uncomforatable, and white rubber walls do not strike me as 4 star material. I will have to break the news to them gently..........I don't like hurting peoples feelings!]]

Test results....Rebel Style......

{{The stalkers gave me a headache....Too much effort involved for what was supposed to be a fun past time. Stalking is not communication}}.

{{*DISCLAIMER--for those of you who like to argue, not a scientist and don't care. Suits my definition of reality. I live in the here and now. I get paid to work, and I get paid to think, all the rest is fun. If you can't comprehend that I will spell it out, this is fun. I do not have control issues and am not anal retentive and have nothing to prove. Chill out}}.

{{NOTES ABOUT THE TEST...I am an ethical creature by nature. I have no clue why because no one else is, but oh well. Prior to the test, I listed the Email.....Under subject matter it said TEST. This was further explained in a journal post. That should take care of the ethics, while perhaps flawing what those with a scientific mind, would call the results. No one complained. A refreshing circumstance.}}

{{This test came to being for two reasons. 1). Numerous people on here seem to think they send out emails and no one responds. 2). They also think females have an easier time of it. I can't speak to number two as this doesn't cover that. I am female. I will say this, for all the females that say they get 100s of emails daily, notice they are all in their 20s. So test is possibly, if those posts are true--and even then question what kind of emails--(aqain I have a feeling an awful lot I would discount as forms of communication)--scewed toward my age which is relevant. When I go on line the number of 20-30 year olds outnumber the over 40 year olds about 7 to 1.}}

{{My email explicity stated ....SOME RESPONSE REQUIRED...This haunts me somewhat..........Hence the stalker headache....}}

RESULTS:

{{44 visable stalks, which I am ABSOLUTELY NOT counting as a response. Reasons being 1. It is ignorant and not a form of communication. 2. Because people that deal with email on a daily basis are used to clicking on the left, in OKC, that generates a profile or stalking response, one has to click in the middle on the email itself. 3. You can stalk and not be seen so its invalid.}}

{{MOST CREATIVE RESPONSE AWARD.........one person simply took my match me test, scored 75%, which in my ignorance consider somewhat high, and no further response was forthcoming. This, to me, communicated thinking outside the box material. Whether true or not, he found a way to respond, peaceably, and artistically, and disagree with what I was doing. I can appreciate that!}}

{{One person IMed me immediately upon receiving}}

{{10 emails--more what I expected}}

{{These ratios are in fact consistent with what I believed. In high school I was told that it took 100 resumes to get 10 interviews to get one job. I have often thought that profiles are a resume, so emailing 99 people and receiving 12 responses, 70 percent of which I am still communication with is above average.}}

{{Things I learned from this........1. The black sweatshirt is uncool, get rid of it. 2. More newer people to the site responded than veterans. 3. It was a great way to start talking to people.}}

{{Moral of the story..........Email non stop, rofl}}

How many licks does it take to get to the center? LOL. One should always have FUN! When I read journals, a reoccuring theme occurs, how come no one writes back? This is my test, you know the one you need to fill out your profile? Won't happen not traditonal, but then was never traditional, what's new? How many emails does it take to get a response? Emailed all 100 of my matches with a subject of TEST and dialogue of HEY YOU SHOWED UP IN MY MATCHES....HOW INTERESTING...SOME RESPONSE REQUIRED......... Only did 99 cause answered a question wrong on one, will update with how many responses out of 99, rofl.

My father was a carpenter. I have all sisters, one of which is within 2 and a half years of my age. He built us each a large doll house (much bigger than barbie's ha!) all though neither one of us ever really played with dolls. This sis and I used to like to furnish it though, and vied for things to put in it. The doll house was huge (with two floors and no floor plan, but at 6 I could actually squeeze in either the top or bottom floor). At Christmas time, here came the christmas tree. And my father cut the end off of it. And I started eyeing this tree stump thinking what a wonderful table it would make in my doll house. My sis started eyeing it as well, although, I am not sure it was for a table. I asked for it, and she did at the same time. A horrendous argument ensued, (in my family usually whoever had the loudest voice won, and for a little bitty thing I could be VERY loud! lol. Finally it was decided on a flip of a coin, and I got the tree stump. This sis ran off crying to her room, screaming that the oldest sis got everything (she did, I can vouch for that) and now when the oldest sis didn't want it the youngest sis was getting it. That statement really bothered me. And when Christmas time came, the night before Christmas, I picked up the tree stump and attempted to wrap it up. There was only about 2 inches of wrapping paper left (remember I was only 6), so being me, I went into the bathroom and took toilet paper. And Christmas morning my sister got this tree stump wrapped in toilet paper. I have never heard the end of this story, and its been the butt of every family joke about me. My sis has recently fallen on hard times. She asked to come up and spend a week with me. I have recently moved, and she arrived with a present. It was wrapped in hot pink tissue paper, with a aluminum foil as a bow, and when you unwrapped that there was toilet paper, and when you unwrapped that there was a tree stump. She said happy new home! I asked her if it was the same tree stump, and she said it was. I am thinking about making it a family heirloom, and wonder which child I can entrust it to pass down too! lol

Something about staring at this hot pink bar that shows my profile as incomplete unsettles me. It might be because it is on a page called home, and life is chaotic enought that I like to have my house in order...or it might just be I like to complete things.

I have serious issues with this Journal business. it reminds me of talking to myself. I thought that was one of the first signs of being insane. The fact that other people might actually read it (extremely doubtful) just clinches the insantiy plea. It is in writing, which means there exists proof for the guys in white coats coming to stash me in what they are trying to sell as five star accomadation for a white rubber room. Pffffffttttt, at least if I was going to mumble to myself I would choose to do it when I was alone.

Another point....I was always taught to ramble when speaking and be clear and concise when writing. Clear and Concise does not match with one thousand words of mumbling to oneself. Guess I will abandon the clear and concise and ramble. I am sorry to those with ADD/ADHD, but don't feel deprived, I am quite certain there is no point in here anyway, so you are not missing anything.

I would also like to propose the arguement with OKCupid that this is incredibly ridiculous. We are in the Headline age. No one really reads any more. Quick one liners, slogans, headlines, things less than 3 sentences are OK. No one wants to read one thousand words so why make someone write it? I have not been entirely convinced anyone over the age of 25 knows how to read anymore anyway, video has taken over the world. Be prepared for the few, right now I believe it says 7.573 people are on line..............., lets see how many read it. That question to come up at the end. And I have given forewarning and doubt very many people will read this far. rofl. For the few, the proud the literate, expect a forum post, lol.

So the conflict rages on, should I attempt this insanity of one thousand words? For the sheer stupidity of raising the bar a measly two percent? Not even the one hundred percent required to complete it? I am afraid I have gotten somewhat used to this quirky place. I realize even after I do that, if I do it, I still won't be at one hundred percent, and something else I want to do even less will appear.

I seriously thought about typing the word "words" one thousand times...I believe it would serve them right, clogging up their data bases. It would require a minimal amount of effort, and suits my sense of humor. But I decided not to, only because someone might seriously entertain the notion of calling the guys in the white coats. I do not believe I would fare well in captivity of any sort.

By the way......I have a serious issue. I want a raise! It occurs to me two percent is not nearly enough for one thousand words. Writing one thousand words is extremely time consuming. I believe my time is worth more than that. And I live in America...Here we negotiate our pay...on things like how much experience we have writing, the quality of our writing, and most especially, how much we can spin, BS and con artist our way into getting the interviewer to want us more than anyone else for this work! WHERE ARE THE GRIEVANCE FORMS??

And as I am writing this...I am somewhat wondering how it is I am supposed to know when I have hit the one thousand word mark...I see nothing on here telling me how many words I have written so far. And if I have to COUNT, that is a separate skill and it is definately worth more. Rest assured, I won't actually do it, I will cut paste and copy it somewhere that tells me how many, but that is going to cost you. And doing this requires other neccessary skills such as typing. I also do not believe I have found a spell check on here. Two percent? Who are you kidding.......we seriously need to organize a union around here to get a fair percentage for our work. One thousand words is definately work! ---and for your information, I am not bucking for the job of Union President so I can rob the Union money! It sounds like to much work and I never mix business and pleasure! I prefer to quietly, AND WITHOUT WORDS.......ZERO WORDS........instigate from the sidelines, thank you.

MMMMMMM, they say a picture is worth a thousand words. How come I cannot just stick a picture in here and call it one thousand words? Right now I think the picture of a shredder is worth a thousand words. Suddenly, I am very enamoured of shredders!

An absolutely horrifying thought just occured to me. I wrote this by hand first (so I can count the words....remember higher percentage?), and bleeped over to retrieve an Email. When I got back to the home page, it no longer said it would raise my profile percentage by two percent if I wrote the one thousand word journal entry and something else showed up instead. (Just so you know, it was something I wanted to do even less, proving my earlier point!).

What? Whats up OKC? I now have to sit on the edge of my seat......Bleeping from screen to screen, watching the hot pink bar which is a constant reminder I did not complete something, and waiting and hoping this stupid requirement I never wanted to do in the first place comes back, only because I have already invested to much time in it? What then? Do I have to execute perfect timing by getting into the Journal and typing as fast as I can, hoping it doesn't disappear again? And what if it does disappear again? Is there an attorney in the house? Does this constitute false advertising? I took a web cam picture of this measly two percent offering by OKC to make sure I get mine. Except I believe its now worth fifty percent since we are organizing a union. So we should sue on that basis, and add your fees on top of that amount of course. And please don't forget pain and suffering........The absolute anxiety of it all caused me to break out in a cold sweat, and we all know that is absolutely unexcusable........females are not allowed to sweat. And what about the broken finger nail that occured during the abuse of all the typing........Surely that should be worth something. And I am feeling twinges in my wrists, has to be carpel tunnel syndrome from typing all of this, and don't forget the bleeping back and forth from screen to screen. Please advise if we can get one hundred percent (remember inflation) and if I don't need all of mine can I award it to a friend?

Ho Hum, even a law suit is a little more work than slapping up a picture of my current fetish, the shredder, but hey! I won't have to worry about the "that which comes next which I want to do even less" thing; and the hot pink bar may become less threatening and not give me nightmares in the middle of the night!

There ought to be assanine rewards handed out for this or something. Do you realize how truly difficult it is to actually write/ramble on in a thousand words (maybe more) about nothing? It is truly a talent. I would like to think I was somewhat charming and amusing at it, but who knows? That could simply be wishful thinking!

MMMMM, have just copied and pasted this into microsoft word, am over the one thousand word mark, lol (and yes I took a web cam picture of it)! So now, the test, (perhaps I can get it as one of those things I want to do less?) Who read it. To prove the only point in here. No one in its entirety, not even one percent of the 7,573 members on line. If you read it please post it. Whats that song? HAIR OF THE DOG, NAZARETH!

Life is a journey and no two people walk exactly the same path...

Some people make the Journey more pleasant
Some people make the Journey more difficult
And other people create road rage, block and hog the path, and believe their journey is the only one that matters.

Which one are you?