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John's Leg & Gilded Spheres Monday, Jan. 12, 2009 - 12:25 a.m. John tripped on some cords over in a corner on Saturday night, and now, something's amiss with his right leg. He's going to go to the chiropractor later this morning / afternoon and see what's what. He should be okay. --- The Golden Globe Awards were last night, and it's so nice to see an awards show consisting of nothing but awards, instead of a bunch of dance numbers and comedy skits that do nothing to enhance the show most of the time anyway. There were prolonged bleeps and blackouts and a couple of people stumbled as they stood up and made their way up to the stage. Drunkeness and profanity. Now THAT is how to do an award show. --- I was over on Facebook reading some notes written by folks who were whining about how miserable their life had become and that they had no options and so on and so forth. My response? Knock it off, emo trash. That gloop-gloop sound you hear is my heart bleeding for you. If you have access to a computer AND a fucking roof over your head, you have it better than ninety percent of the population of this planet. Somewhere at this moment, a mother is holding a child while it dies of dysentery, or of a bullet wound. You could have been in that scenario instead of your current one, so grow the fuck up and count your blessings. Okay done with soapbox. :) --- That's it! Have a good Monday. ---
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