So sick of this crap..or I don't do group speak well.

On the GBS board there is ALWAYS a bit of drama. mainly because one or two posters think they have the right to say/do/callout/harrass/bitch/demean whoever and whenever tehy want with impunity and if anyone disagrees they need to "take it to PM" And of course, they are the rudest nastiest people around.
These folks have put other posters in tears. driven folks from the board. and bullied more folks than any schoolyard tyrant. And they are allowed to do this by the "staff".
I frankly, refuse to be told by them or anyone else..what I can say and where to say it. BUT I'll be damned if I use PM's.
Last summer I was pubicly attacked because I wanted to give Alan Doyle a hand made babygift. They wanted to do a group thing. Another poster I know of spent several hours in tears because SHE was attacked so badly. And almost didn't send the gift she worked so hard on. Because of these folks saying nasty things publicly. BUT when I responded..albeit with just as much anger and venom as We were attacked with...I go a PM telling me if "I have issue with what [theposter] said I was ONLY to take it up with her in PM". Yeah right. You get to to publicly berate, slander and humiliate me and another poster and *I* get to respond privately. It got to the point where I got an email from one of the worst offenders ASSUMING that I would do the group gift for them ...after I had been called all sorts of names. Yeah right. Arrogance at it's best.
This week it's drama over a longtime poster saying that "antifashion" contests on the board paid for by the band, are in poor taste. SUCH a bad thing for anyone to disagree with someone ON A DISCUSSION BOARD!
It's gang speak now. And again folks are being told "I can say what I want publicly but YOU only get to disagree privately"
I wish they's shut the fucking thing down.

I wish I knew the reasoning on this one.

I decided to go ahead in my violin books. I got sick of "The Dreidle Song" as I am having issues with keeping one finger down and playing on the next string. Like keep #F down and playing an A or b on the next string. G is even worse. Gotta re-train my fingers to hit the strings with just the tips and not the finger pads. slow going.
So anyway I decided that I want to try a new song and chose "Ode To Joy" I can barely get through it because it uses the 4th finger. But It sounds almost right. I have to have my teacher check the notes..since I am still so very slow at reading music I write the notes in and go from there...hey, give me a break I have only been studying since December 20th( 2006) I'll get better I am sure.
But I was fingering through the book, wondering when we'd get to "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and found it farther on. Ok, They use the version by Mozart, so Maybe it's a bit more difficult BUT the *very* next song is Pachelbel's Cannon! No freaking way are those two anywhere near each other in degree of difficulty.
Come On.
I *really* want to know the reasoning on that one.

A question and an Answer

One of my favourite places to visit is a blog of Questions Called " the center for improved living . He asks some thought provoking questions and some fun ones.
Well one of my favourite "games" is what if you won the lottery? My friends and I do play around with dreams that we would carry out if we had the money. Marc asked the same Question on his blog, so I thought I would answer it here. So "stolen" from Marc ( with permission of course) is the first of a series of questions, I'lluse them when I need a "prompt" for writing.
"What would you do if you won the lottery? (let's assume it is a BIG amount of money)"

There are many things I'd like to do. Bills would get paid in one fell swoop. Mine, my brother's medical bills, my uncle's medical bills, Ian's school Bills, I'd try and buy the house from mom and Karl's back bills too and Dr Amy's medical school bills.
THen I'd have fun:

Move to Cape Breton, buy lots of Ocean Front Property. leave it undeveloped and put it in trust for descendants of the the MacNeil family as many acres as I could legally buy. In trust to make sure it was NEVER developed, for the MacNeils because they are good people who would "get" that I was trying to preserve the beauty of the island for future generations.
After that I would by a some houses that were being foreclosed and give them back,anon, to the owners with trusts to pay for future hard times.
then I'd hire Ian MacDougall as a full time fiddle teacher and pay him a wage that would ensure he'd never have to leave Cape Breton if he didn't want to. And learn to play Toullochgorum.
I'd have to buy myself a house and land too...enough land that I wouldn't even have to see the neighbours lights, much less hear them - and leave that in trust too, when I died.
Then I'd set up a community center in the North End as the folks I used to hand out with called it. One end for youth with a skateboard park and other things, another end for the Adults with what ever they wanted and in the center a computer lab\ library\ sitting room with a fireplace, where everyone could join together for help with what ever. Kids could get homework help, adults could "impose " on the kids for computer help...and there could be music rooms and a swimming pool inside too.
Down here, I'd buy land in Maine not far from the Barnses and have what Trish and I have come to call "The Funny Farm" With sheep and goats and cows and Chickens and a few other animals but also with places for crafts and stuff for me and Trish to do. THere would always be room for folks like the MacNeils if they wanted a break or for other folks we care about. Guest rooms would be a must. as well as craft studios and music rooms.
And I'd go see the bands I want to see, when I wanted to see them. And do whatever they would let me to make their lives easier. I wonder how much it would take to get Kyle to play Tullochgorum with me, or Mac To teach me piano. :)
Hey I can dream, can't I. Mac as a piano teacher, that would be sweet.

fan girls versus obsession

I'll admit to being a bit of a fan girl. I like road tripping, getting autographs and giving gifts...and just being able to say "Thanks". Musicians do so much for us, give up so much to bring us their art to me it just "feels" right to say "thanks" almost anyway one can. Hopefully they don't find it intrusive, invasive or dangerous.
But and it's a BIG but..there is one chick I know who has gone so far around the bend I am afraid for not only her but for the object of her "affection".
She's decided that she's GOING to loose her virginity to him that, he has no choice. She's told several folks that she will even get him drunk to achieve this - and if that does not work, she'll use drugs on him. That she'll remove any obstacle and said that his marriage vows mean nothing. She's got several folks worried about what she's going to do about the very real obstacles of his wife and son. I've had a dozen folks echo the same words...that she considers them mere obstacles and will "overcome" them.
How do you "overcome" two human beings? Scary stuff. really scary.
Then there's the fact that she has told at least 5 folks that WE would do the same if we had the chance...erm? Including me, celibate that I am.
She's taken pictures of his cabin, his house, his fucking garbage bins and posted them, she posted personal info, and even waylaid his parents and pumped them for info about the baby.
She makes me ashamed to be a fan of anyone. sigh.

Sigh, people.

Cars. I am beginning to HATE cars. They like All technology are wonderful -when they work. Mine just does not happen to work right now. There is a massive leak of transmission fluid somewhere. I just can't figure out where. So the car revs and revs and never kicks in to gear, and then overheats. Regularly. I only use it to get to work and back now. And Friday it died at the light...in the middle of the intersection. Joy.
I have to get a new one. I feel trapped with out one and that's never good. For anyone.
On a brighter note, violin lessons are going well. I can do a few songs fairly well...not as well as I like but I'll never be happy 'til I can play Mozart perfectly. Yeah that's a few years off...Just like my dream of Tullochgorum with my favourite fiddler. Maybe tho that dream will come true. Hey - A girl's gotta dream doesn't she?

I've Been Quiet Lately.

Not too much to write about, really.

I have been spending weekends trying to sort out an ex housemate's stuff from my best friend's attic. This has provided us with many EEEEEEEEEEWWW type moments. Like when we found that she had packed her dirty laundry....and disappeared five years ago. What possesses some folks. She KNEW more than a month prior that we'd have to move and she couldn't do laundry? It should not surprise me since that whole cluster was odd about cleanliness and hygiene. Another was when we found ECW action figures....I have no idea why anyone would want them, much less three garbage bags full.
My car is on it's last leg, it is loosing transmission fluid by the quart and overheats regularly. Luckily I can get a new -to-me van in July. It just has to last that long. Here's hopping.