GinBaby is not Happy

I'm sorry people.  I know I haven't been here lately.  I haven't read any of your blogs, and I haven't written anything. 

You know why?

Because I'm having an increasingly difficult time wanting to come down here and be on this stupid computer.  I hate it.  Every time I do, I end up being down here for several hours, much more than I was planning to, and it makes me feel like hell.  It's so sedentary.  It's so headache-inducing.  It's so ooogy in every way.  I hate it.  I could have been sleeping right now, and should have been.  Instead I came down here to look up one thing and here I am, three hours later, feeling shitty and tired and like my ass will never come unglued from this chair.

Also.  I'm going through one of the extreme misanthropic cycles which has made me not want to communicate with other humans outside my own little nuclear family.  I'm tired of people.  I'm tired of people who hate the South, even though they know nothing about it.  I'm tired of hearing about gun owners' phallic obsessions.  I'm tired of the creeping malaise of half-assed "anything goes" moral relativism that's going around; I am yet more tired of hearing it from people who in the next breath get all judgy and preachy about someone else's life (I am not a moral relativist in this sense, so it is my right and duty to get all judgy and preachy about other people's lives, so suck it).  I'm tired of people who get all exercised about "global warming" (note the quotes--I'm as concerned about actual global warming as anyone else, but the people I'm talking about are people who spend so much fucking time in air conditioned buildings they have no idea at all what the temperature is outside anyway) and then don't give a crap at all about, say, the effects their birth-control pills are having on fish (who are, yo, a part of the ecoSYSTEM--see the 'system' there?  DO YOU KNOW WHAT SYSTEM MEANS, YOU IGNORANT FUCK?).  I'm sick of Obama and Hillary and their ridiculous health-care "plans" and I frankly couldn't give two shits whether McCain had a mistress.  The man was a POW, for pity's sake, he's entitled a bimbo or two.

I'm sick to death of people who preach the results of every damned scientific study as new prescriptions for life, no matter how new the science is or seemingly contradictory to past reports.  I am YET more sick of the fact that these same people will one and all COMPLETELY IGNORE scientific findings, no matter how many other reports back it up, if they don't agree with their precious little world views.  I am tired of people who put themselves first in all things and then "refuse to feel guilty" about it.  I am tired of people who think their taste in music is the only defensible taste.  I have lost all patience for people who think that every privilege that they enjoy is actually a "right," and I am finding people who believe that they have a right not to be offended (irritated, outraged, irked, etc.) utterly intolerable.  (And hmm is it just me or are these the people who seem to be constantly offended by shit?)  I am tired of people who move to Phoenix and expect to play golf on greens that look as if they belong in merry old Scotland (isn't Scotland merry?  I had assumed, since they put whisky on their oatmeal, that they would be, yet I once knew a Scottish guy who insisted that the lyrics to the Sesame Street theme song went, "Sunny days, wishing my life away" which seems perversely dark for a kids' show.  The land of Burns and haggis is surely merry.  And rainy, and the rain is really the key thing there, in terms of the golf courses.)  I do not want to hear another story, either, about how all the old people in Sun City are getting STDs.  Apparently, the older generation needs sex ed, even as they like to lecture my generation about our fallen morals. 

I can't talk about it anymore.  I have artichoke seedlings to tend to.  This year's garden is going to be EPIC.  Oh, and I recently got a new digital camera, a tiny Sony camera, so there will be pictures this year, and I will start doing a separate Vox about the garden and the food.  Ninja keeps getting after me to show pictures of food, so I will.  Presumably, it will make me feel happy and good to talk about the plants and the food, and I'm just totally going to cover my ears and shout "LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU" whenever politics or air conditioning or gun control comes up, ok?  Otherwise, I am sooooo going to burst an artery.  Food is nice.  Plants are excellent.  Compost delights me. 

I am my father's daughter, I guess.  Actually on both sides of my family, we're farmers from way back.  Why fight it?