This picture really really really creeps me out.... what about you? 

I have found that I enjoy blogs with pictures more than the text-only ones, so I will festoon my blog with some web-gleanings... I love this festoon of fruit and flowers... 

Are we more than our chemicals?

Drugs scare me. Especially drugs that alter our behavior, feelings, and ways of perceiving the world. And I am not talking about hallucinogens. I am talking about everyday ordinary drugs that your mom might take. That I might take. Uh... that I do take.

I think I have already touched on the fact that without my antidepressant I am irritable, mean, and difficult for even me to be around. I was on hormones for several years after my oophs (as in oophorectomy, or ovariectomy) were removed. Those made a big difference in my behavior too.

And now I am experiencing another mind-altering drug. Prednisone. I have resisted taking it for a long time, but a condition I have called sarcoidosis has flared up to the point it is interfering with my life. I am tired all the time. My spleen hurts. I am short of breath. But being already significantly overweight, I really didn't want to take a drug that would probably make me more so. But my symptoms have just become unbearable, so I called myself in a relatively modest dose of prednisone (10 mg twice a day) and about 7pm tonight, I took my first one.

And at 9pm I suddenly had the urge to clean my bathroom. I couldn't stop there. My floors needed serious vacuuming, so I did it. And the kitchen is always in need of a cleaning, and though my son and his friends had cleaned my kitchen today, I went and finished the job. It is only 10:30 now. When I got home from work, all I wanted to do was fall in bed. Now I feel like sleep is the furthest thing imaginable from my grasp.

I could get addicted to this stuff.

Prednisone. Who'd a thunk it? Anyway, I guess I'll make the most of it while I'm on it. But I do hate being a product of my ingested chemicals rather than my will. I am not the captain of my soul, but only the master of my drugs. So mote it be.

This is me, supposedly... what kind of faerie are you?

The faerie of water. You have a laid back attitude,
and take life as it comes. People come to you
when they want to hear the truth, even if it
hurts. You will always be there when someone
needs you. People sometimes think you have a
cold heart, that's why sometimes you can also
be known as the Ice Faerie.


What's your inner Faerie?
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This is a picture of a dear friend of mine when he was a small boy. I love this picture, I grin every time I look at it. And now that I have figured out how to get pics into my blog -- Why the hell not share them? so -- expect to see more pics... :) And, Charlie, ISLY. Write! 

Isabella Rosellini 

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Oh well. I am currently cooking some of my favorite addictive substance -- boiled peanuts. I have a huge pot on the stove, filling my whole house with the wondrous aroma of the luscious legumes. That is one of the best things about fall in the south -- freshly harvested peanuts. "Green peanuts" as they are called, though they aren't green at all. I am indulging in a bit of pity for any who have never had the pleasure of this delicacy. (I wonder what kind of ad the mention of boiled peanuts will get me?)

I have been reading a really fun blog recently: celebritysmack.blogspot.com. I first found it when my favorite online magazine - Salon - mentioned something about Jude Law's naked penis having been published all over the internet, and mention was made that surely everyone had seen it by that time. Well, I hadn't, and I hate to be left out, so I went searching for it, and found it in celebritysmack. Plus a ton of other pictures and gossip. Total timewasters, and who cares anyway? But SUCH fun! Check it out... Oh, as for Jude's penis... NBD. Much was made about how small it was, but from my vast experience (as a health care professional!!!!) it is very average. For a white boy. LOL.

It really kills me how much importance is attached to penile size. Even though many women will go to great lengths to increase their breast size, there are some of us who will actually undergo surgery to REDUCE the size of our breasts. I don't think I've ever heard of a man willingly reducing the size of his penis. Cut it off, maybe, but reduce the size? Never! Can you imagine a man saying "gee, I wish I had a nice, compact penis. This dangly thing just gets in my way. And I hate when my SO rolls over on it and squishes it... " No, you aren't ever going to hear that.

Speaking of breasts... There are some really awful ones out there. AwfulPlasticSurgery.com has some great pictures. I do not, and will NEVER, understand the appeal of breasts that look like bolted-on halves of some huge round object. They all look exactly alike. No surprise. I love breasts that are as individual as their owners, with all the various shapes and sizes that human diversity can provide. It is entrancing to watch a bra come off and breasts' true shapes and contours be revealed. I guess I am an old-fashioned lesbian. But I dread the day when everyone looks just alike with chiclet teeth, cheek implants, straight noses, hair extensions, half-globe breasts, lipo-ed bellies and thighs, and butt implants. Goddess preserve us.

I saw a movie yesterday which starred Isabella Rosellini. She is so incredibly beautiful... and then she SMILES -- and oh my god. Those imperfect teeth somehow ENHANCE her beauty. It is amazing. I am so happy she never had them braced or veneered or altered. Her beauty wouldn't be nearly as awe-inspiring without that touch of strangeness to make it uniquely hers.

So maybe the whole world won't go crazy and end up with everyone looking alike. There will always be some beautiful people with sense enough to keep their own beauty instead of trying to be some bland, copy-cat kind of appearance.

And of course, there will always be those of us too poor to indulge in trying to surgically perfect ourselves!