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Does freedom of movement permit anyone to go anywhere though? *thinks* I guess it might

The first question I would ask (and it is a question because I do not know the answer) would be: If the park is a City park (property owned and operated by the City of New York) does it have the right to restrict use of the property as it chooses? I believe if it were owned by a private party or organization, it would have that right as long as the restriction did not violate any of the laws that protect against discrimination (for example, it could not exclude on the basis of race)? In the city in which I live there is a park that contains a smaller area that is fenced in and has a sign posted that limits its use to children under 10. It has always been understood that this is because the rides are designed for younger kids and it is an area where the little kids can play without worrying about being harassed by the

Happy Birthday, Ben! Hope you have a great birthday

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

...I'm slow... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

You beat me by a few hours. I can't wait to read yours. Loved what you sent me. I am really looking forward to reading the ENTIRE thing. *dances a bit* I managed to write something. Won't be anywhere near as good as yours, but it will let me sleep tonight.

*props eyes open with toothpicks* I'm going to say this and then I am going to bed. I FINISHED AN ENTRY FOR THE SPRING ANTHOLOGY! I had absolutely given up. I really struggled with the theme for various reasons, mostly emotional. Really didn't think I would manage to write ANYTHING. God knows, I had tried. I have about 20 documents in Word that are aborted attempts at that "Endings and Beginnings" topic. So tonight I said goodnight to Rob, whom I was talking to on MSN, and went to bed. I have to be up early in the morning because we are going to Bridgeport to watch the Rats play the Sound Tigers. So I got in bed, turned off the light and IMMEDIATELY my head started buzzing. Knew at that point there was no point in trying to sleep with all that noise going on. So got up, went back downstairs and started writing. Messaged Rob to ask him if he would be on for a little while because I had something I was writing that MIGHT make it to being an entry for the Spring Anthology. Thankfully he stayed online--because really, if he doesn't "point out things" my writing suffers. So...I just sent in "I Will Live in You" for my Spring Anthology submission. It is short and should feel a bit confusing and fractured. That is what I hope, anyway. In it, two beings who had joined to become one being are separating into two again. It is connected to my Winter Anthology poem, "I, no more." The person being "entered" at the end of "i Will Live in You" is the one in "I, no more." Which hopefully will make some sort of sense. Ok, I am SO tired now. But I can sleep now that my "assignment" is completed. Man, I really DO have issues with incomplete assignments. Night.

Happy Birthday, Twin! Hey, you're older than I am now.

So why do I have a child that stores things like his doctor

What a horrible experience! That sounds just like some of my nightmares where I need to get one of the cats to the vets right away and either there aren't any open or I can't find the phone number or I keep dialing it wrong. They should have at least one vet with an after hours emergency number. That is completely irresponsible of them not to. Do they think emergencies only happen during normal office hours? Poor little kitty. Do you have any idea how she might have cut herself like that? I know cats can get very creative in what they put in their mouths. Mine have gone into the garbage can to find and lick a particularly enticing can lid from time to time. Then there are the staples that they always want to eat and the ONE PIN that falls on the floor that you couldn't find if you went over the floor with a magnet and a magnifying glass but which one of the cats will find IMMEDIATELY and try to eat. Cats are worse than kids. Hmm... well, it is close anyway. I'm so glad she is ok. I can imagine what you went through and I would have been in the same condition as you at the vets. I love how the people at work were whispering so they wouldn't wake her. That's great. And isn't it great how cats really can let you know when they are pissed at you? They have such moods and are so expressive.

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I have ruined someone

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*Luc crawls slowly out of the grave and waves pitifully to Camy* Happy Birthday! Sorry I'm a day late. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How 'bout I give you my first-born male child? He doesn't eat much more than a small elephant and is marginally good at doing nothing. He IS good at knowing exactly what is on any tv station at any moment in time, though, so if you lose your remote, he's the man. And I have him trained to do litter boxes. He will ask a fee, though, but you can negotiate with him. His nickname is Monty Hall, though, so can't promise you'll come out on top of those negotiations. He's pretty self-sufficient and can find his own food--or yours. One word of warning, though. If you have Ben and Jerry's, lock it up.

It's actually Dippin' Dots (my bad). *blinks* Did I just say "my bad"? God, I sound like Sam now.

Sam and I are going to Binghamton tomorrow to watch the Albany River Rats play the Binghamton Senators. Yes, that is a very exciting thing for us. For Sam, the most exciting thing is that they sell Dipping Dots at the arena there. Our arena doesn't. So he is psyched The boy will do just about anything for Dipping Dots. I find them a bit freakish. Ice cream that doesn't really melt on your tongue is just wrong.Though the root beer float ones are pretty good. But I actually am psyched about watching the game. I am a Senators fan. *hides head in shame* I know, I am also a Rats fan. But my love affair with Binghamton started when Brian McGrattan played for them. He has moved on to play with the Ottawa Senators, which--naturally--are one of my favorite teams. Are? Is? I've been told I watch hockey with my hormones. I'm not going to deny that too loudly. Hockey players are hot. If I could find "hockey porn" out there, I'd watch it. Probably wouldn't do much else. But anyway... we are going to Binghamton tomorrow, even though we are supposed to get a nice snowstorm. I haven't checked the weather report for the Binghamton area yet, but WE are supposed to get 10-15 inches. So it should be an interesting trip. And no, NOT going is not an option. I have already paid for the tickets. And it's hockey. You don't miss a hockey game because it is snowing! God! *shakes head* Unthinkable. Yeah, I could watch it on the computer. BUT, we already have our seats and they are good seats and...well, they sell Dipping Dots. And the Rats are currently in 4th place in their division. The top four get to go to the playoffs for the Calder Cup. They are only in 4th place by one point, though, and need to be cheered on. And yes, there are more important things than hockey. But at the moment hockey is a good distraction from those other things that are not going as well as I would like. It feels good to go to a game and yell and cheer and jump up and down. And one good thing is that the Bridgeport Sound Tigers (the team in 5th position, one point behind the Rats) has had its top goalie called up to the Islanders and also one of their top scorers has been called up. Good for the Islanders (my other favorite team in the NHL), bad for the Sound Tigers--good for the Rats. The helilsh thing is RIGHT NOW I am waiting for the hockey game on TV to start--it is the Senators vs the Islanders. I will end up rooting for the Islanders because the Senators are doing so well and the Islanders could use some help. Except when McGrattan is on the ice. Hopefully he will be. I whine if he is scratched. Not that there is anyone to hear my whining other than Sam (who is currently attached to my computer upstairs), but still... McGrattan is nice and aggressive and really...I'm his for the taking. If he should ever stray from the straight path. But anyway...the next person (not 'guy' because I am seriously thinking of giving girls another try) I get involved with (if I ever do that again) must love hockey and must NOT be a Rangers fan.

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It is strange how things trigger other things. I will admit to being somewhat gin soaked at the moment, so bear that in mind if you choose to read further. But someone mentioned to me earlier about my difficulty letting go. It was in relation to something I won't discuss here, but it must have stuck in my head--out of context. And then there was the chat room conversation. I have learned--or remembered, because I think I DID once know this--that a chat room is always more interesting when you are drunk. I don't know what made me think of it, but I remembered something I had once thought about "beauty" and how "seeing the daffodil allowed you to infer the rose." Yes, I know....gin-soaked mind. But I said to those in the unfortunate chat room (unfortunate because really, do you want to be around ME when I am in a gin-soaked philosophical mood? I think not.) that I would look for what I had once written about that and see if I still believed it. I found it--quite amazingly on my first try looking through my old Xanga--and I do still believe it. So I'm going to post it here. The "Rob" mentioned is a friend that does not come to this site. The "Xander" is also not someone on this site. The one Mark is. The other Mark is someone who was and will always be "my Mark." So anyway...I had this thought once. I still have it, though I doubt I could ever write it as well as I did then:

Sometimes I am so slow it amazes me. I just now read the February Newsletter (at least it was the February 2007 Newsletter). Have to say that my mouth dropped oppen like a startled goldfish. Nickolas James reviewed my poetry! Wow. I suppose I will have to be careful now--or I might get the idea that I am a 'real' poet. *laughs* Though if that ever happens, I will just go back and read some of my older things that are posted on a secret site far, far away from the eyes of anyone who does not love me and that bubble will be very properly popped. I'm so very flattered that ANYONE has even READ my poetry. And I have probably said that before to some people, but it is true. I am always amazed by that. If you want to read what he said, go here. And I am now a bit scared, because it seems one of my poems has won one of the Members Choice Awarads (for Best Poem on GA). I was thrilled just to have had a couple of nominations going. I figure to be included in the nominations with some extremely talented writers was enough. So when "I, No More" won (Winter Anthology Submission), it had me looking up at the sky wondering when the airplane would drop out of the sky on top of my head. So, all in all...wow. Thank you. To Nicklas James for even reading my work and then actually taking the time to write about it. And to everyone who voted for my poem. And for those who nominated a couple of my other things for awards. Ok, I hear that "Shut the f**K up and get off the stage" music playing now. I'm going, I'm going...

Happy Birthday!

Ok...I really can't write. Everything I have ever written, if it has been anything decent at all, has been accidental--much like that monkey typing Shakespear. That is how I have felt lately. Have had quite a few moments of "YOU SUCK!" And why is this? Because that damned Spring Anthology has me sitting here with the classic 'deer in the headlights' look (which I am starting to think is actually my normal look). So anyway... I have written at least six different things and scrapped them all. I have finally come up with an idea that I think might fly. Maybe. If I can get my brain to function. Going to post a bit of what I have written so far. It may be the beginning, but it is more likely to be very near the beginning, with something else I have in my head coming before it. Does it have a prayer?

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He's a rabid hockey fan. Though he does NOT like the Senators, the team in question. However, I was not going on 'at length' about it or anything else. I had told him that the game was very physical but nothing like the other night's game and they had ended up winning by... which was when he interrupted me. AND he had just spent the previous 5 minutes telling me about the Rats game he and Sam were coming from--which I had actually WATCHED on my computer (whiich he knew) and must have told me three times about how long he had to stand in line at the concenssion stand. I did NOT interrupt HIM during that exciting tale. I never go on and on about details when I talk to anyone. I might do that when I TYPE but not when I talk. But you have valid points. *laughs* When I bitch about this sort of thing to my mom, she always says "Men are like that." Don't know what she thinks I am...

Ok, I know "just about everyone" watches the Oscars. Yeah, so did I. But...I want to know who paid more attention to the Red Carpet show than the presentations. Did you sit there and comment on the dresses and suits? Or, worse, did you sit there AFTER the show and chat with someone online while looking at pics of those dresses and suits...and end up sounding like a bargain basement version of Joan Rivers? *hangs head in shame* I am actually doing that NOW, as I type this. If you want to confess your shame, feel free to post which ones you liked and which ones made you laugh your ass off--and which ones had you wondering WTF was she/he thinking? [EDIT: Apparently they keep adding pics so the links don't link to the right pics--but if you get there, there is a place you can select the person you want to see] I liked JLo's dress. JLo's dress I thought Faye Dunaway was wearing something that looked like someone ran out of fabric and pieced it together--from the lining of a coffin. Faye Dunaway's dress And poor Peter O'Toole (whom I admire) looked like he was dressed by someone who definitely did NOT like him. Peter O'Toole's suit Jennifer Hudson's dress definitely struck me as a 'WTF was she thinking' dress. The dress itself was nice and looked better on her than it did on the model (go here and scroll down--the model looks like a Bride of Dracula), but the silver jacket thing looked like wings, at best, and like it didn't fit, at worst. Jennifer Hudson's dress