Fru-fru-fru-stra-fru-straTION!!!!!!!!

I've been feeling that way lately, with the Soft Cell's "Frustration" as a soundtrack. (Yes, I have a soft spot for early 80's Euro-trash, so sue me. I still have Yello and Ultravox tapes--geek central:) It tends to run as follows:

Work: Urrrrgh...

Personal: Worry for other people.

Artistic: Gallery thing with critique today, in a gallery I've never been to in a shitty part of town. Love love love lugging paintings on the bus!

Health: still coughing, at least it's not bloody anymore. (Don't panic, It's taken care of. Just frustrating.) I feel like a consumptive from the 1800's Byron's got nothing on me, bebeh!! *hack hack*

Politics: don't even talk to me about politics. I may start to scream and never stop...

Every time somebody discusses Bush Lite, I get royally pissed off inside and have to just cool off somewhere. Four years of this reactionary yo-yo. *rumble churn dread fear angst growl* Somehow, I'm not feeling the "unity". Must have somthing to do with being one step away from being a second-class citizen or something along those lines. Or that I feel like women shouldn't have to have pregnancies they don't want, no matter the reason...grrrr.. *pant pant pant pant*

Okay, enough of that.
*Turns on radio*
"And you think love is to pray, but I'm sorry I don't pray that way..."

Ms Fledermaus, wondering if she could numb her brain with some nice catalog somewhere...maybe bath goop or something ...Tainted love, Wo-oh oh Oh oh.....(yeah yeah, more Soft Cell, so shoot me...)

Voueristic tendencies...

I've been peeking at random livejournals again...many of the ones I'm running into seem to be teenagers. I wonder what I would have done with a livejournal in high school?...

"Life is the angst-ridden existence that plaugues the dank darkness that opens it's arms to death, sweet death, in it's infinite void-type substance..."

Okay, maybe it would have been a bad thing:)

But so far the kids I've read haven't been overly angsty, they're just living their lives. It makes me smile a little bit, remembering what it was like to be that age. Not that I'd trade, though. One of the great things about aging is that every day you're alive is one day further away from Junior High:)

I've been thinking about our tendencies to want to peek in at other people's lives. (That's what livejournal is for, bebeh!) Okay, more like I'm thinking about the extremes--shows like "Survivor"
and "Temptation Island" (Which I caught about 5 minutes of before I shut the tv off, muttering to myself.) Our TV shows seem so eager to goad our culture into a feeding frenzy of voyeristic cruelty...and we're so starved(yes, starved!) for attention that we watch them, or star in them. It seems a bit stupid for me to dwell on this, since this isn't exactly news for anybody...but it does disturb me.

But at the same time, I love the cams, I love Livejournal, I love to be invited into a small piece of someone's life, to see what they think is important and how they live, what they dream about. I love the sense of communtiy. That's probably the big difference for me, the inclusiveness of the medium. Which means I love you, out there in the dankey darkness staring deeply into the monitor... looking for the soul of a person encapsulated in pixels and goofy pictures.
Just like I do.....

Ms Fledermaus with a 5-minute pontification for your edification. (Hey! I did that poet thing again!)