My Life is More Interesting Than Yours

And I'm willing to fight about it

High Blood Pressure May 7, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — lizzietish81 @ 3:26 pm

I’ve been fat my whole life.  When I was younger, I ate bad food, barely got any exercise and was depressed.  Later I became very angry and prone to stress and even had a few minor breakdowns.  I ate more to handle my stress, which led to more weight gain and well, I don’t gotta spell it out.

And yet in that entire time, I never had blood pressure issues, aside from my birth control.

Until now.

Now I won’t claim I’m in better shape than I was when I was 20, but I eat better and get regular exercise in the daily business of getting around the city.  It may not be enough though, and frankly I’ve been beating the odds for a long time.  I mean I’m overweight, have a heart murmur (minor), have a family history of heart attacks on both sides and have never been in shape.

Is this age?  Is my body getting to that point where it’s wondering why I haven’t keeled over from too much child birth?   35 isn’t considered old but when you reach sexual maturity at 10 you have to wonder if it’s just rigged to give up earlier.

Of course the prospect is scary.  I can tell myself that, unlike my mother, I haven’t had three difficult births and am wallowing in my own depression, but that’s no reason to be complacent.  Kick boxing hasn’t worked out, I may try to join the gym down the street so I can use the bicycles which would help also with my restless legs.

The problem is overcoming the massive inertia that is my laziness.


That’s all I better hear about it March 31, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — lizzietish81 @ 2:29 pm
Rant: Right. I tried to hold avoid this. I’ve been holding my tongue for weeks. But some of you are apparently bound and determined to make me snap.
I am voting for HIllary, and I am proud of it.
I am voting for her because I think she is better than Sanders when it comes to the actual stuff an actual President does, as opposed to all this stuff some people seem to think he can do.
I am voting for her because I am able to look past the rhetoric of the past 25 years that people simply regurgitate without looking into. Not just about her, I’ve looked at Sanders’ record and see that he isn’t the fucking messiah who is somehow not a Politician despite being one for over 30 years. I understand that the President isn’t a king and that the way government works in this country is far more complicated than just putting a figure head up and then just going to sleep. I am voting for Hillary because I don’t believe this country is “broken”. People say “the system” is broken because they didn’t get what they wanted. If it is broken it is because we the voters allowed that to happen with our apathy, because many people don’t understand that WE ARE THE GOVERNMENT and the government is us, the people, by the people and that voting for a guy who says the right things isn’t going to “fix” it for us. I will not vote for Bernie because in the past few weeks he has lost my respect. He feeds this notion that the system is broken, the paranoid delusion that it doesn’t matter how we vote because “they” are in control. He hypocritically bashed Hillary for appearing with a celebrity while Susan Sarandon introduces him at rallies. He has fed the frankly ludicrous notion that the DNC, which is being run by the most incompetent leader ever, somehow was responsible for the voter fuck up in Arizona, when we’ve KNOWN that the republicans have been stripping away voting rights since the SJC overturned the Voting Rights Act, because apparently Arizona is the most important state in the union. Because he talks big about how Flint was being ignored because it’s a minority town, when at the same time he took advantage of that when he had nuclear waste sent to Texas. Because I know that a “revolution” is a 360 degree turn back to the beginning.
I will not vote for him because he encourages ignorance when it comes to the democratic process. When he says the Super Delegates should “reflect the will of the people” he means they should ignore it and throw their support behind him even though the people have been voting for Hillary.
And now the real crux of this rant. People who threaten to take their vote and go home if they don’t get the candidate they want are now complaining that “Hillary supporters” are being mean to them by calling them fucking children. You ARE fucking children. Because we both know you won’t do it, you’re just throwing a tantrum but come November you will cast that ballot and vote for Hillary and then spend the next 8 years bitching about how things would have been better if we had nominated Sanders even when Hillary fails to do half the things y’all are shitting your pants over.
Don’t want to be treated like children? Don’t fucking act like whiny titty babies when you don’t get your way.

The language problem March 15, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — lizzietish81 @ 9:47 pm
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One of the major problems I have with my fellow country men is the stubborn refusal to learn other languages. From signs declaring that English be required to be even noticed to outrage at having to press a 1 for English, there is a vehement resistance to learning another language.

Personally, I speak English and high school French. I have tried occasionally to learn Spanish and Mandarin via apps and online tutors, but have not had anything stick. It’s therefore rather frustrating to hear my more worldly friends bounce effortlessly between English, German, Japanese, Russian and Latin. Many of them are able to do this because they grew up with multiple languages and are able to achieve a level of fluency I can only dream about.

Indeed one of the secrets to language is to be able to think in that language instead of mentally translating back and forth. In other countries this kind of verbal flexibility is encouraged. A coworker from India told me that she was expected to learn her national language, her local dialect and English. Such a thing is unthinkable in America. Learning a language other than English is never required, at best it is optional.

This arrogant refusal to require other languages is hurting us. In an increasingly connected world, we expect others to adapt to us, while we make to real effort to adapt ourselves. That may have flown in the old days, but English speakers aren’t ruling the world anymore, and our refusal to expand our minds is going to hurt in the long run.


Life gets too interesting August 26, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — lizzietish81 @ 4:47 pm

and I can’t keep up the blog.  If I thought more people were reading I would post more.

That’s a hint.

Anyways, I went to Sirius Rising last month, camped with my sister, her husband and their daughter, along with many friends.  The weather was good, the company was good and the mosquitoes were manageable once I started setting fires.  Before that there was a ton of road work going on on my street, at night, complete with loud drilling.  So for once the inability of the drummers to hold onto a beat was not a problem.
I went camping again a couple of weekends ago to see the Perseid, and I got horribly lost on Mount Peekamoose, arriving after midnight when it had clouded over.  I stayed up with my friends till about dawn and didn’t see anything, but at least I had fun.

And around all this has been my tooth saga.  I broke one of my front teeth when I was 13, got a temporary fix soon after and was told to get it permentantly fixed when I was 18.  For the last ten years my sister has been nagging at me to get this finished and hopefully as of Thursday it will be.  In the meantime I’ve had multiple visits to the dentist, adventures with drill and a temporary cap that pops off occasionally revealing the ugly black deathness underneath.  Its been a riot y’all.

The election continues to be the most entertaining since….well the last one.  Mittens has chosen his VP, who hates women more than he does, has 0% of the black vote, made a crack about not ever being carded cause he’s a rich white guy, and to top it off, the GOP has invited the legendary racist sheriff from Arizona to speak at their convention.  Pure hilarity.


OCD and the art of bathroom selection May 27, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — lizzietish81 @ 2:25 pm
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As many of you may know, or not know, I have a moderate case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or OCD, or holy crap I touched something now I need to burn my hand in order to kill any germs that may be on there.

Thankfully this is moderate and I am on medication for it, otherwise I would be unable to leave my apartment to face the very large and very dirty city I find myself in.  This condition presents itself in many fascinating forms, one being on the amount of time I think about where I am going to go to the bathroom when I’m out.

Having my own bathroom is one of the many, many reasons why I will never have a room mate.   I know what’s been done in there and that the only germs around are mine.

Still, using public facilities is inevitable if you don’t want to live life as a hermit, which has led me to a system to minimize the holy fuckness of the situation.

The basic rule is that its important to find the toilet that gets the least use possible.  Duh right?  But how do you know?  Well you cant, really, but you can make an educated guess on the following factors.

How public are we talking here?  If its a “customer use only” bathroom that rules out random people from the street who aren’t willing to spend a dollar on a drink they didn’t want just so they can use the bathroom.  Bonus points if the bathroom requires an employee to open it.  Another good place is away from the main flow of traffic.  The science building where I went to school had bathrooms on every floor, but only the first two floors were really used by the general student population.  The upper floors were more for the actual science students, which meant the bathrooms saw less use, and were therefore cleaner.

Stalls are better.  Think about it, you have one toilet in there, that means that every person who uses that bathroom uses one toilet.  With stalls you have some leeway and the more stalls, the better.

Never pick the handicapped stall.  Obviously unless you are handicapped or there is no other stall possible (and no one who is handicapped around).  For some reason, perfectly able bodied people opt for the handicapped stall.  At my school, a new student center was built, which nice large bathrooms, sporting something like 20 stalls each and a handicapped section that was its only sub room in the back.  Amazingly I noticed that people would walk right past several unused stalls to use the handicapped bathroom.  Even at work, people opt to use the separate handicapped bathroom (which is one toilet and unisex) rather than turning the corner and using the regular bathrooms.   I don’t fully understand this, as I never feel comfortable using the handicapped stall, one because I know everyone does, but also, I’m not handicapped, the extra space in here is for someone who really needs it.

Use the stall furthest from the door.  Most people will select the first open stall they pass, just as most people try to find a parking space closest to the store.  Especially in a large bathroom, this means that a lot of toilets will go unused most of the time, unless its a handicapped.  No I don’t get that either.

Finally, once you have selected a toilet, sit on it.  Now that may seem like a contradiction, after all if I’m not touching the seat, that’s better right?  Well no, cause as a female I’m not designed to do that and as a not asshole, I’m not inclined to leave the inevitable mess behind, and in cleaning up I’m probably more likely to pick up something than just sitting on the toilet, since I don’t eat with my bum.  I eat with my hands, and toilet paper isn’t exactly a guard against germs, nor is it going to be an effective cleaner for any real mess.  For the same reason, I won’t use those toilet seat covers, because all they can really do is add to the waste.

Porta potties are right out.

And that is my guide to finding a bathroom when you’re worried about contracting zombiism from the toilets.



Its not a birthday until there is bodily fluid being passed April 30, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — lizzietish81 @ 8:32 pm

So today I turned 31.  This isn’t especially significant except for being the last prime number until 37.

And it was not my intention to play hookey today either, but I woke up with a pounding migraine, the general sense of malaise and fatigue I’ve been feeling for weeks and still two god damned cold sores on my face.  I decided I should see a doctor, so I emailed into work that I wasn’t coming in.  I’m sure they’re thinking I’m faking it. 

Ironically though, I was totally thinking about bailing on tomorrow because there’s another day of action by the Occupy People calling for a general strike.  I’m not going to, though I totally support them and stuff, but I didn’t want to get into an argument about it.  Still I can get great video from my office window.

Anyways, I won’t bore you all with the details except that the doctor’s prognosis is that I’m depressed and that’s affected my health.  Since being depressed has been a default state for most of my life there’s no reason to argue with this.  She wanted me to get blood work done, but since I had eaten breakfast I should come back later in the day.  In the meantime, I was not allowed to go back home.

Since I probably would have puttered, played WoW and slept this was very astute of her.  I love a doctor who knows you right away.

So after dropping off a prescription for something to deal with the nasty herpes congregating on my face I decided to get on the train to head to down town Brooklyn or something.  And then I saw a sign for the Terracotta Soldier exhibition in Times Square and decided that fate had walked in, slapped me upside the head and told me to go.  I had been dithering about when to go to this see, cause its in Times Square which is a pit of hell at the best of times.

As luck would have it, Discovery Times Square was almost totally empty.  Last time I went, for the Dead Sea Scrolls, it was packed.  So I was able to get in right away.  There’s a lot of extra stuff from China (there was a lot of extra stuff in the DSS stuff too, I guess they gotta pad it).

I will say the soldiers are freaken awesome up close.  Each one is a unique individual, and not just standard body with a different head, but they are all in different heights and builds.  Each one was modeled after a real person.  Even the horses are unique. 

The soldier’s are in the middle of the exhibition, after all the pottery and followed by later burial statues from following dynasties.  They don’t come close to the Terracotta Army, so I guess the First Emperor remains an over achiever even after death.

Finally I headed back and got my blood drawn.  I hate getting this done and I tend to look away and bite my knuckle.  Turns out this is pretty mild as most people get really upset.  Then I was asked to pee into a cup, which is always a fun challenge.  When I came back to drop it off I mentioned to the girl that I had just gotten my period.  There was already a guy in the seat and he looked like he was going to throw up.

Guess I didn’t help.

So now I’m home, ordering Chinese since I haven’t eaten all day and watching the martial arts movie collection my brother sent me.

I’ve certainly had worse birthdays.


Face Herpes April 29, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — lizzietish81 @ 1:30 pm

So it seems fitting that my first real post is about something nasty and disgusting which I tend to make more nasty and disgusting by calling it what it really is.

Yesterday morning I woke up and felt my lip had swollen.  Cursing the gods of stress and mayhem, I staggered to the bathroom and got a shock.  The cold sore I was expecting.  What I wasn’t expecting was a second one right above it under my nose. 

Cold Sores also known as Herpes labialis is a breakout from a virus that sits permanently inside of you, waiting to strike.  Last year I got it when I was camping, and rather than hide it I just told everyone that I had herpes on my face just to watch them react.  I suspect this says more about me than it does about them.  

But hey, what’s the point of having a nasty virus weeping sore on your face if you can’t enjoy watching other people squirm right?