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Strange World

Published January 28, 2016 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

It’s a little bizarre out here in the First World.

I was raised Catholic, complete with Catholic School K-12 and I have received all of the Sacraments except for Matrimony and Holy Orders. (Long story with lots of standing and sitting.)

This background means that I have a glitchy and permanent guilt button installed snugly in at the base of my throat, right where my Miraculous Medal can give it poke.

That being said, I get a bit twitchy when I complain about something that is a non-problem. I am fully aware that my complaints pale in comparison with, oh say, the struggle for food, shelter and clean water.

Complaint the first: My electronics are conspiring to keep me from watching the reboot of the X-Files.  I am an X-Files fan and I even have a baseball jacket that my father gave me that commemorates the X-Files Expo  and I have seen not one, not two, but three different homeless people wearing that jacket.  I had to point out that they were separate occasions so no one will think that somewhere there is a street performance of Jersey Boys. Which, come to think of it, would probably be pretty terrific.

Anyway, I have been trying to watch the first episode of the X-Files for over a week. Every time I try to watch, Hulu encounters a glitch and won’t let me reboot so that I may watch it.  Now I’m two episodes behind.

Complaint the second: Since I have been surviving by subbing and side-gigging (alliteration always available), I am a bit foggy on what is happening in the regular, work-a-day world. Every morning I watch the previous days news via The Daily Show and The Nightly Show and Good Morning America.  This can be tricky since it lends to general feeling of having been abducted by Time Weasels.

I woke up this morning fairly certain that it is Thursday. I know this because I teach my theatre class on Monday’s and Wednesday’s.  I have no idea what the date is until I look at my email. So this morning, I sat down with my banana and giant glass of water (I make myself drink 32 oz of water before I commence to guzzling coffee.)  Then I turned on my computer and pulled up Hulu so I can start listening to the recap of news while I begin my day.  The Daily Show said Thursday January 27th. It took me five minutes to determine that it was a mistake on their part and should have said Wednesday the 27th and that today is Thursday the 28th.  For several moments I didn’t know if I had completely missed a day or if I was watching news from the future.

I wonder if this is a time weasel prank or just my tenuous hold on reality. Perhaps I should just drink some coffee.

First World Problems.

Another rage based incident averted

Published December 29, 2015 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

All of my friends weigh in on bing worthy shows.  I am always looking for a reason to sloth around,so I decided that since I spent most of my weekend trying to stave off panic attacks and keep from having a full blown gonzo nervous breakdown, I thought I might try and chillax by watching a whole bunch of something on the Netflix.  ( I was going to watch a bunch of stuff on the Hulu, but for some reason it’s loading all glitchy, I know I know, first world problem.)  So at the behest and encouragement of many friends and my housemate, I have been watching Jessica Jones.  That is I’m on the third episode.

True, being whipped up into a frenzy by your nerves and latent psychoses is not the best frame of mind in which to start something new, but I can’t wait for the next storm to pass, so I decided to give the show a try.

I had heard the show was gritty and grisly and a bit gory. So far all I have seen is a whole lot of muscley pretty people boning each other. And talking about how well matched they are at said boning.

Now this is the time of year is tension inducing to say the least, but Actor Boy can’t make it home at all and I really miss my nieces and there’s no way I can see them this year and the last thing I need to see is the pretty people having vigorous sex leaving me to wonder if the point of the show is to see how amazing Krysten Ritter’s lipstick is, because it hasn’t smudged despite the boning, the ass-kicking or the drinking.

I quizzed my roommate, because he was one of the people who recommended the show to me. He told me that the show gets much better after this point.  I’m going to give it another shot. Except, as I was writing that sentence, there was more vigorous boning happening.

I am more than willing to suspend reality to buy the world in which the Marvel Universe exists.  I believe that Ms. Jones can drink like a sailor, kick major ass, and still maintain fresh make-up and a non-bloaty tummy, even though I can’t move from one room to the next without my make-up smudging. (It could be that there is a ghost who is envious of my artful application) And if I drink more than two servings of alcohol in any form,  I feel like there is a small bicycle tire  making itself to home near my liver as it tries to fill itself to full tumescence.

I sure hope we get to some real action, Jessica. I can only get so much calming delight from using the word, ‘tumescence’.

The More I wonder, the less I know.

Published August 15, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I am the first to admit/ complain that I don’t get frequent news updates.  For the most part, I rely on glances at the  Huffington Post for Android App and next day Hulu broadcasts of the Daily Show and the Colbert report.  Suffice it to say that unless an event is bizarre/stupid/surreal/involves a sneezing panda,  I don’t usually hear about it in a timely fashion.

Since I am two stories and three days away from meeting a deadline, I am also checking the Facebook and the Twitter regularly. (Say what you want about social media, but watching the Presidential debate while monitoring Twitter was almost as much fun as having David Sedaris put together a very special episode of Pop-Up Video. )

Sometime today, August 15, 2013, Russell Simmons ( I have no idea who he is.) put up and subsequently removed  a Harriet Tubman Sex-tape.

Fortunately for me, I get hand me down news so I didn’t have to sit and put together my own “What the Sweaty Hell?” rant.  XO Jane and Jezebel, and I’m sure many, many other people with a firm grip on their sanity handled that nicely.

I’m not sure what bothers me more; The fact that it actually occurred to someone to  spend the time and film to make this tape or the fact that I’m sure someone, somewhere believed that Ms. Tubman actually made a tape, never mind there are so many things wrong with the concept from any angle( including camera) that any thinking person would know it was not real.

This is exactly why I get so freaked out about the concept of extra terrestrials.  The actual terrestrials are plenty scary and I’m not sure the human race is the best example of life in the universe.

Maybe anyone who is watching will focus on the Olinguito.  ( Maybe this thing ran out of the forest in response to many years of Olllie-Ollie Oxen Free, whatever that means.   It’s a stretch, but it’s also possible that it’s been hiding.) This cute little thing is a new carnivorous species discovered in South America.  I think anything this cute has some kind of hidden agenda.

But I bet it no Olinguito are going to rush out and make sex tapes, real or otherwise.

And even if they did, how cut would that be?



He’d tip his hat to you but he hasn’t got a hat (or thumbs for that matter.)

Published August 5, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I have a very odd life.( I know everyone is reeling with shock and surprise)

One of my very favorite text books (I know, I’m a huge nerd.) is A Cultural History of Theater by Jack Watson.  It demonstrates how theater and arts are indicative of the time and place from which they emerged.

Things just don’t poop into being or pop out of a vacuum. (Even though you couldn’t tell from my carpets, I know what a vacuum is)

So now I’m going to weird up an intellectual statement by once again invoking Hugh Manatee.  I’m taking the very long way to make my point. It’s the stories that make things interesting, otherwise, what’s the point?

Hugh and his sister Hue sit on top of the DVD’s on the shelf in the living room. They are very polite, as I understand most manatees are.  (Have you ever had one cut in line in front of you at Starbucks or talk loud at the movies or pay with pennies in the express lane at the grocery store.  No. Because they are polite.)

I spend a good portion of my non-writing time watching various shows on the Netflix or the Hulu. I am teaching myself to crochet, so I do that while watching.

My tragic flaw is that I can’t do just one thing at a time.

Hugh feels like a bit of a celebrity today because of yesterday’s blog.  He has hinted that he might like a hat. (The platypus has a poncho, so why not a hat for Hugh Manatee?)

This long insane story made me think of the old Warner Brothers’ cartoon in which two puppies,(I think?) are singing the song “I’d tip my hat to you . . . ”

Then I read the Huffington Post and started laughing maniacally because I thought of Gretchen Weiner trying to make Fetch happen.

Making a hat for Hugh Manatee will be the least crazy thing I do today.

It’s news to me.

Published July 24, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Every now and then I like to check in with what’s happening on the planet.  (Mostly I just make a list of the absolute minimum I must do on any given day. That doesn’t mean that I won’t do the list or actually try to achieve things, but sometimes I like to shake things up.)

I’m not trying to be an ass, but since the major shake-up in my life and income, I have gotten rid of my satellite television and am reliant on Hulu or Netflix for my televised entertainment, so if it’s not on the Daily show, which I get the next day, I don’t usually know what’s happening in the world. (Although I did know that Dennis Farina had died before anyone else in my family  did.  Go figure, I would know something marginally related to Unsolved Mysteries and Law and Order.)

First of all, I must say that Duchess Kate is showing a great deal of grace and civility by not screaming, “Will you people for God’s sake get out of my vagina?” or “Isn’t their a war or famine you people should be investigating?”

So in the news, that apparently doesn’t warrant investigation is that 94 immigrants were found packed in a truck in Mexico. To put a face on this, you can’t pack half that number of kids on a school bus.  That’s 94 people so desperate to change their lives that they would sardine themselves to get anywhere else.

I think that is of slightly more importance than invading a couple’s privacy as they welcome their child. I had to search for this story, because apparently Ted Nugent poking the racist bear and celebrity cousins and Kris Jenner’s balking at being called Grandma is more newsworth.

And what’s my problem?

Published June 10, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

There’s nothing like hearing about actual problems to make you feel like an ass for whining about your own nonsense.

I enjoy listening to audio books or talk radio in the morning. Back when I had satellite TV (Yeah, I know, I sound like a bitch for complaining that to cut costs, I no longer have a bazillion channels, I merely have the hundreds of shows and movies that are available on Hulu, Youtube or Netflix.) I would listen to one or more of the news shows to blast me out of my blissful slumber.

So now I have to make do with podcasts to entertain me as I go about my morning.  Today I listened to Stuff You Should Know: How Homelessness Works and How Human Trafficking works. (A normal person wouldn’t think this a good way to get pumped up for teaching tiny children how to audition for musical theater.   I prefer to think of myself as hungry for knowledge, not thirsty for lithium.)

I actually knew quite a bit about these two topics, but for some reason I decided I needed a refresher to just grim up my day.

There is an amazing amount of information about how we as a people squander our resources.  I knew that Americans throw away a shameful percentage of the food we grow and purchase.  It seems insane to do this when there are parts of the world where there is JUST NO FOOD. Not people who are hungry because they can’t afford to eat. There are places in the world where people are hungry because there IS NOTHING TO EAT.  (Yes, I do  feel that there is a reason to scream those words. They scream in my head, so you should get to hear too.)

These reminders helped me stop panicking about what am I going to do to keep my head above water because of my shifting financial situation and that I’m lonely right now.  There are people in this very city, some of whom I passed on my way to work yesterday who are trying to keep their heads above water for real when it’s raining and flooding, because they don’t have a roof.

It does bug me when I think people are judging me when they happen to look in my direction. At least people don’t act like they didn’t see me when they look right at me.

It is indeed a horrible thing.

Would you rather be ignored, or judged?

I’m sure  no one would pick both.

I’m not saying bring a homeless person home with you or build them a lean to next Starbucks. You don’t even have to give anyone money.  Maybe just take the time to smile at someone and acknowledge their presence on the planet. If you are feeling particularly adventurous, ask them their name. Wouldn’t it be nice to treat someone with the kind of respect and dignity so many of us take for granted.

Ok, I have to return my soapbox to it’s factory preset position.

Pre- Ponderously

Published November 17, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

For someone who watches entirely too much television, I have fallen way behind on ‘my’ shows.

I think that’s because I have been actually participating in my life these days. I’m still trying to decide if it’s overrated.

I plan to catch up on at least two of the dramas that  missed last week.(Television drama, I actually participated in familial drama, that WAS overrated.)

Even though Charter allegedly fixed our high speed internet connection,”high speed” is still mostly a serving suggestion. So while I’m waiting for Hulu to actually run, I started watching a documentary on Nazi medicine and Eugenics.   Netflix suggested that I might enjoy this.  Enjoy isn’t exactly what I would call it. Interesting is definitely a better word.

So I finished my glass of milk and enjoyed my Hostess snack cake (a Suzie-Q, tasty and underrated if you ask me.)  So far I’ve only gotten into the first twenty minutes of the documentary.  I am absolutely floored by the information, not the least of which is the amount of research that was being done in the United States in the late 1920’s that was creepily similar to the research that was furthered in Germany in the 1930’s.

I am now taking the luxury to ponder and savor my thought process not unlike so many sweet, cream and preservative filled snack cakes.   Because there may not be time to do so later,you know , the Zombie thing.

The path my thoughts on this thus far, doctors and researchers in Germany were inspired by the events in Nuremburg and set forth to use Eugenics to help create the master race.  They had hope and faith and were ultimately trying to improve the human race as a whole.

Less than twenty years later, what they considered research came to light and now we all know that what Nazi medicine intended to enhance life almost destroyed an entire race of people and forever opened the doors on the kind of horror that few people can even dream of.

What truly terrifies me as I watch this documentary is that what made the whole concept of Eugenics possible, probable, and to some, preferable  is indoctrination.  Simple indoctrination and the ideas of one being pushed onto the many.

Who’s the Zombie now?