Category Archives: Daily Thoughts


On the first day of Leap Year, my country gave to me election of the presidency.

On the second day of Leap Year, my country gave to me worldwide Olympic Games and election of the presidency.

On the third day of Leap Year, my country gave to me a pandemic virus, worldwide Olympic Games and election of the presidency.

On the fourth day of Leap Year, my country gave to me a random Royal scandal, a pandemic virus, worldwide Olympic Games and election of the presidency.

On the fifth day of Leap Year, my country gave to me rigged primaries, a random Royal scandal, a pandemic virus, worldwide Olympic Games and election of the presidency.

(don’t forget the natural disasters on election day…)


Random rhymes

I don’t claim blood or cuz, I prefer to flip the script. But technically I am disabled, so I guess you could say I’m a crip…

They’ll toast you to your face, then roast you in cyberspace. And if you don’t do what they want you to, they’ll ghost you all over the place…

Random Business Ideas

A club/venue focused on the next generation and their unique dreams, desires, beliefs and abilities. For folks on the spectrum & those with PTSD or anxiety issues which prevent them from feeling comfortable and safe in a common social setting, I want to utilize technology & ar capabilities to create highly unique and personalized experiences which can be enjoyed simultaneously in a shared common space without disrupting others in the venue outside of your immediate space.

I’d like to offer many options for Wi-Fi and Bluetooth enabled equipment to be utilized, demoed, rented and/or purchased, as well as options within the system itself to listen to various virtual and/or physical djs & visual effects. Patrons enjoying the same experience/playlist etc. could easily find and recognise each other due to led lights in the headphones flashing in synchronized colors unique to each. This would allow for space within the venue to naturally fill/expand or diminish along with the natural flow of business and that night’s guests preferences. This type of atmosphere would also allow for more casual guests, say those watching a game or having a more intimate evening with friends or just wanting dinner & casual conversation in a fun, unique atmosphere to consider our establishment for their needs as well.

Expounding upon this concept, I’d also like a smaller room/venue to hold private events, group meetings or even classic “analog” club nights. I’d like to offer a reading/research corner for patrons desiring to learn something new or even just those who need a place to do their homework. I’d like to have a small library of select hard copies of works that expand the mind and provoke thought & conversation, as well as a handful of cubicle pc terminals & full high-speed Wi-Fi for any personal devices of the patrons.



I really need to update my site- even I haven’t perused it in years. Now that I know all my friends are fake, I should have plenty of time & inspiration for content.

“All My Friends Are Fake”…hmmm… Has a nice ring to it…


So much I’d like to say, but honestly: I’m too tired to even try anymore. You stopped listening long ago & even now you only hear what you want. And you respond far less still.

I’ve reinvestigated & realized that you were nothing more than a glitch in the Matrix: the result of my own indecision & poor choices. Why can’t I rid my soul of you even still!? As you so well pointed out: we haven’t truly connected in years, “literally years…”

Ah yes, now I remember: it is because I bound our souls years ago at a time in which hope was still very much alive. Could it be that this experience carried actual consequences? Who knows? But then, there was that one boy who pissed me off in eighth grade that one week I’d gone to my eccentric, ‘free spirit’ aunt’s house & we’d gotten books on magic at the library and made voo-doo dolls. He was absent that next week: fallen sick with abdominal pain. Hmmm…

But nah. That stuff is just hokum, right?

Think I need an exorcist to cast out your demons or angels or spiritual wtfever it is about you that consumes me. Cause I. Am. Tired. And I’m ready to move on.

Eden, West & East Africa

For those of you who haven’t heard, scientists have now pinpointed the exact location of the original Eden- or the garden of life into which God created (Hu)man: two small tribes, one in West Africa and one in East. DNA testing and genetic research have pinpointed not only the tribes, but also the approx. timeframe us modern-day humans, homo sapien sapiens, evolved from the previous species’ (plural) of homo erectus- all of whom eventually became extinct.

Now I’ll not waste my time looking up facts or searching for citations: just Wikipedia any words you don’t already know like a normal person in today’s world. Then Google all of that stuff to make sure it’s really all true too! Because, as we all know, if it’s on the internet, then it must be true!!!

Either way, I know you’ll find all the “proof” you seek that the facts I’m presenting here actually are backed by that: scientific fact. The theories with which all of the facts are tied together are mine and mine alone.

In choosing to give life to them and share them with all who care to read, I am in absolutely no way attempting to change your mind, beliefs, theories- or anyone else’s, for that matter. But if what you read on my blog just happens to make a lot more sense than maybe what you’d hear in church, or mass, or temple, or synagogue, or whatever the title of your typical religious institution for the indoctrination of whatever faith you’ve either chosen or has been thrust upon you by life, the Universe, or your parents- good! It is supposed to.

Now, let’s get back to the topic of this post: Adam, Eve, and a garden in Eden. Actually, there were many gardens already- and many, many “Adam”s & “Eve”s. Just go & reread the book of Genesis and recognize, once you get to the story of “Adam & Eve,” that you’ve already passed scripture stating the creation of all humans, who were then sent forth to “be fruitful and multiply.”

The story of the creation of the first modern-day human male & female seems like a fairytale as it’s written in the book of Genesis. And rightly so- since, essentially, it is. Modern humans can, however, be traced to a single male and female ancestor. But, when the first of each is born, it hardly impacts the whole of human existence because their differences were never so apparent as to cause them to even be thought of by other humans as a new subspecies. Back then, we still lived in caves or mud huts- some humans resembled our cousins, the apes, more than what we humans look like today.

But, nevertheless, all of it really can be traced back to two individuals- even though, chances are, neither ever laid eyes on the other because they were born on opposite coasts and the timing was horrible! Some experts posit they could’ve been at least a few millennia apart. So who is this star-crossed power-couple who should be all the rage in talk & other daytime television!? They’re best known as Y-Chromosomal Adam and Mitochondrial Eve.

We know for a fact that an African-American man here in the states is a direct descendant of Y-C Adam: he inadvertently joined the study by submitting his DNA for ancestral tracing at and, as it turned out, his Y-Chromosome was so unique, it warranted further and more in-depth investigation until it was found in about half a dozen of the male members of a small tribe in one of the smallest territories in West Africa. Mitochondrial Eve, on the other hand, has been traced to an area in the east, closer to where much that was recorded in “sacred scripture” is believed to have taken place.

Personally, I believe that the main difference between the new species of humanity and previous ones was the capacity for individual thought, and/or the ability to manifest, pass upon, and/or defy the judgment of self and others- including objects & circumstances beyond our control like the weather. It was in passing this ability on to others, especially for personal gains in wealth, power and dictation of civilization, that us humans “ate the fruits” of our labor, once we gained the “knowledge of good and evil.”

See, before any of this higher-level thinking took place, humanity was bound by instinct and emotion. Our capacity for abstract thought didn’t develop until last- hence the eating of the “fruit.” But once we could feel both good and bad, we became all the more capable of behaving both ways as well. It was at this time, in the history of evolution, that people gained what we now call free-will. We realized we had choices in the matter of life, and- sadly to say- a huge majority of us, having hearts not already filled with God’s words, but having minds that were all the more vulnerable to deception & lies became the first of the sheep who’d rather follow blindly towards a God who may someday free us of all our suffering & turmoil, rather than lean on our own understanding to figure out how to navigate this existence we’re not even able to comprehend.

And how convenient that, in the Old Testament, we are instructed many times over not to trust ourselves or our own understanding, but to seek the Truth in all we do by obeying a God that only talks to a very select few. See now how that clearly goes to show that basically all religions of today stemmed from the masses blindly following the few prophets & others deemed worthy enough to hear the voice of God!?

I’m not saying that means they had been faking or even mistaken in the things they said or declared, even a bunch of nonsensical ramblings or so-called laws God Himself felt he (Moses…) worthy to impose on the whole of humanity at that time. Oh, wait, no…I’m pretty sure the laws & ceremonial requirements were only meant for the people of Israel, right? See now that’s an interesting thing I think people of all faiths and religions should be made aware of: the laws were never meant to apply to the masses!!!

But I digress. My point in all of this was to simply shed a little light on the subject of Adam & Eve and the Garden of Eden. From a scientific standpoint, it all makes sense here in my mind. But then again, I’m just a crazy chick!!!

No one should ever listen to the rantings of a crazy chick!!!

Lol 😉

I’m all over the page on this now & have gotten so far off-topic that I’m not sure exactly what it was I’d set out to write. So I’m stopping here.

*To Be Continued…

An original work by *crptnite*

All content is to be considered fictional and any likeness to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental- all truths are said in jest 😉

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Vintage Porn

So I recently learned that my mom gave away my grandfather’s porn collection around the same time she basically gave away the house I grew up in: she sold it for 23k, just enough to cover the loans to break even. I’ve resented her selling it so cheaply over the years: especially during the times my kids and I have been homeless. But why Grandpa’s porn!? I happen to know for a fact it was in mint condition!!!

I know because I’d been reading it since I was a little kid: sprawled in the hatchback of my grandmother’s gold Toyota Corolla after church on Sundays while we drove up to the mountains in our usual weekend ritual. She’d always made it a habit to collect the magazines left in the rooms she cleaned during the week at the Howard Johnson’s where we worked. I say we because, back then, if I wasn’t in school or taking care of Mama Jeannie, her mother, I was at work with my grandmother cleaning motel rooms. Rarely was I ever afforded the opportunity to be a kid. I was more like her puppet on a string- or so she thought…

Anyway, that’s info for another time and another chapter. I just want to say this: regardless of your opinion, a vintage porn collection in MINT condition in today’s market would be worth just as much (if not more) to collectors than a baseball card collection from the same era. Not that I would’ve considered selling: I’d rather have preserved it to pass on to future generations as THEY come of age.

Call me “crazy,” but it was never the porn that corrupted me: I saw it just like I saw all reading material- as an educational medium. Only it made me feel tingly in places that I knew were off-limits. But it didn’t make me WANT to engage in sex, it just gave me ideas for what to do if and when I found my One. Also, the pictures and articles taught me the alternatives to vaginal intercourse: very important since, to me, it was any behavior which could result in procreation that was prohibited til I found my right partner. Obviously I wasn’t supposed to MAKE BABIES with just anyone!

No, it was my mother’s bad advice that did me in: “All guys only want one thing- and if you don’t give it to them, they might not stick around long enough to figure out whether or not they love you.” This was “the talk” that I was given just after my 14th birthday. Up until then, I’d only ever allowed “above the waist” stuff to occur. A year later, I’d been through my first pregnancy and an abortion I did not want to endure. I wanted to be like Juno (although it was like a decade before that came out…) and find an awesome family to raise my kid- and bonus if they’d take me too!!!

The moral of this story is: DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR DAD’S PORN COLLECTION!!!

An original work by *crptnite*

All content is to be considered fictional and any likeness to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental- all truths are said in jest 😉

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The Proof

Alright already!!! Enough is enough!!! I woke up this morning with only ONE thing on my mind: that I MUST NOT forget to make it to THERAPY!!! And I made it alright: 23 hours and 15 minutes EARLY. Of course, in MY mind, I was 45mins LATE!!! But that’s a whole other story. I’m writing this because the SOLUTIONS are so BLATANTLY OBVIOUS that I can no longer IGNORE them- plus it’ll take like a decade or two for me to be able to PROVE IT GENETICALLY!!! (Although ya know- maybe it really COULD take me less than 9mos!!!)

As far as our MILITARY is concerned, WE MUST WITHDRAW FROM ACTIVE COMBAT BEFORE IT EVER COULD WORK!!! What we need is a NEW BRANCH OF SERVICE called (idk, hmm- lemme think about it…) the PEACE CORPS!!! We need to ENLIST VOLUNTEERS (like me…) who’d be the FIRST RESPONDENTS for a MISSION TO SAVE THE EARTH!!! These are people who’d be willing to SERVE HUMANITY AT ANY AND ALL COST, who’d vow to SEEK PEACE AND PURSUE IT BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY, and are ready, willing & able to SACRIFICE THEIR LIVES TO SAVE not just OUR COUNTRY, but our ENTIRE PLANET as well. Obviously, this could eventually be a GLOBAL ORGANIZATION, but WHO’S GOING TO FOLLOW if none of us are WILLING TO LEAD!?

The next step would be to UTILIZE NATIONAL RESOURCES TO TRAIN THESE SOLDIERS HOW TO ELECTRIFY OTHER NATIONS so that THEY CAN COMPETE IN THIS GAME WE CALL LIFE! Draw up a PEACE TREATY with every such nation, stating that MILITANT FORCE will only ever be used if and/or when the INSURGENTS ATTACK FIRST!!! Once these civilians have gained a simple thing like ELECTRICITY (which, I might add, has become a NECESSITY here, just look it up: DCS can TAKE AWAY OUR CHILDREN if we’re unable to PROVIDE them with UTILITIES such as FUNCTIONAL INDOOR PLUMBING, WATER, POWER, HEATING & COOLING. If you think I’m kidding, think about this: my friend once told me that whenever her younger sister’s KUB would be about to get cut-off, she’d call DCS on herself because they paid her bill each time she did since it would cost far more in the long-run to actually TAKE AWAY HER KIDS!!!) they can easily LEARN how to get started on the rest. We need to stop bickering over what OUR OWN CIVIL RIGHTS should entail, and start eking out a CONSTITUTION FOR BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS which can and SHOULD apply to our ENTIRE SPECIES if we have ANY HOPE OF PRESERVING it in its CURRENT ENTIRETY in either the PRESENT or, more importantly, the FUTURE!!!

See, I know I come up with a lot of THEORIES- what can I say: I’m a THEORETICAL PHYSICIST. But one theory that I KNOW could and WOULD COME TO FRUITION is the FACT that, if given the OPPORTUNITY, the MAJORITY OF PEOPLE would prefer a SIMPLE, PEACEFUL LIFE!!! In that respect, I’ll bet you DOLLARS TO DOUGHNUTS that, while not such a “glamorous job” now that WE’VE surpassed our own INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION, if we helped them to BUILD SAFE, CLEAN & EFFICIENT FACTORIES, most of their CIVILIANS would jump at the chance to PROCESS OUR MEATS!!!

Personally, working in a meat-processing factory has, for at least three generations now, pretty much been MY family’s version of a “family business.” It’s where my mom’s father worked, where she went to work when she was knocked-up with ME at 19 and was no longer ELIGIBLE UNDER HIS HEALTH INSURANCE. It was where I went to work at 19 when I had CERVICAL CANCER and, of course, was NO LONGER ELIGIBLE under HER health insurance. It’s where we met our worst mistakes: the men we passed off as our daughters’ fathers, which led to our greatest blessings: her second son and my second daughter. Basically, it’s where we ENDED UP after having made horrible choices which led to our DEPENDENCE ON PRIVATE-SECTOR HEALTH INSURANCE!!! Of course, I could go on. But surely to M.H. you’re already PEACE-ing it together all by yourself. But if you need MORE inspiration, just watch the video I post to Facebook immediately after I’m done typing THIS post (only because I haven’t quite figured out how to do that and/or apparently haven’t bought the video upgrade required) and if after seeing that, you STILL HAVE DOUBTS, just do what I did immediately prior to posting this simply because I was curious as to what might come up: Google the phrase “what is the safest and most logical thing to do for humanity” and read the FIRST headline that pops up 😉

What I Wanted To Be…

What’s the very first thing you can remember thinking, “That’s what I wanna be when I grow up!”- do you remember? I just did. I had a flash in my mind that took me back to a time long before I ever wanted to be anything other than a mother. (Random Rhyming…?)

And I only knew I wanted that because I already knew I wanted him- he was always in my heart, on my mind or in my dreams even long before he actually existed: I’m two years and four months older than him- but he was with me even when I was born.

The only other strong, instinctual drive I’d felt up to this point: about six or seven years of age, was just to figure out a way to make it all better. And by all, I meant the entire universe, as best as I was able to comprehend it, but mostly people: I saw where people kept seeming to go wrong, and I simply felt a strong and natural desire to make it right.

And so, standing in the tiny library of my small, segregated school of no more than two hundred kids, all of whom lived right there beside it in the heart of “Old North Knoxville,” in the city of Knoxville, in the county of Knox, in the state of Tennessee, in the United States of America, on the continent of North America, in the Northern/Western hemispheres (I saw on a pull-down map in my classroom which, up to that point, had been my only visual representation of the world at large back in 1988) I decided I wanted to save the world! And I knew it was a vast world I could only hope to ever get the chance to even explore-let alone change- unless I were… like… a President… or something. THAT’S IT: I’d just become President! Then I’d be able to fix it ALL!

I know what you’re thinking: crazy, huh? Of course, by the time I was in fifth grade, I’d learned that politics was nothing more than popularity contests to the extreme: hence my simply running for class treasurer- knowing I could never compete for the presidency against my dearest friend!!!

But still, I remember- for a fleeting moment in time- the first thing that I’d ever actually thought, “I want to be that when I grow up!” was to be President! I remember looking it up in the library that day: “requirement list for becoming a President of the United States of America.” Only we didn’t have Google Search- I had to use the actual card catalog as well as my own personal knowledge of the Dewey Decimal System.

It was the mid-late ’80s, but I found what I could at that time: reference material with the requirements for being elected as a President of the USA- it said I must be born in the United States: check! And the only other requirement that this replica of some scroll-looking document pictured on the pages in the book I was reading stated that I must be at least 35yrs of age.

Well, that settled it then: obviously I’d just have to wait until I was old enough, then I’d run for president!

Well, guess what!? My thirty-fifth birthday happens to fall the year of the next presidential election. Am I planning to run? Of course not!!! I’d given up on that dream almost as fast as I’d had it because, unlike the mothers who see hope in the future through their children, mine made it clear early-on that we were never meant to amount to anything more than what we already were. I’d just believed in myself that I could find a way to be more. But once she let me know those were “crazy ideas,” I just started keeping them buried deep in the back of my mind while I attempted to figure out what I was intended to do.

Twenty-five plus years later, here I am: doing nothing, having nothing, having amounted to nothing at all. I do not have any proof of my skills because my skills have been self-taught along the way by utilizing technology to learn what I wanted to and when, as well as following the examples of the handful tossed along my path to help lead me into the right direction. I have no degree or pedigree, for that matter. There’d be absolutely nothing on a resume qualifying me for any job or career in which I could truly make such a difference as to be satisfied or even fulfilled and financially sustained by my work. I can’t even get hired as a cashier at this point- trust me: I’ve put in several, albeit reluctant, applications!

Now, I don’t even get to be the first and last thing that I wanted even in infancy myself: a perfect mother. Of course, I still will be involved in my children’s lives- M.H. doesn’t hate me that much for my mistakes- I’ll just be more of a background mom: one who supports from the sideline while letting someone else coach the team and call the plays.

And as much as it sucks that I’ll never be President, (although I’d prob have at least a snowball’s chance in hell if I were to run…) it sucks most that I will never again truly feel like I’m a mom either.

I’ll always feel like a mother: always have, always will.

I mean the feeling you get when you actually do become somebody’s “mama” or whatever the people you make from your own body (and for whose livelihood you are solely responsible…) call you on that first, highly-anticipated occasion when they do call you something- that later will become your least of favorite words in their vocabulary right along with “no” and “can I get a…” by the time they are teens.

But then, eventually they’ll be gone: hopefully for yours- grown, ready to live on their own. But for mine, the time for letting go came far sooner than I had anticipated: my oldest is just embarking on her journey into womanhood, my youngest has yet to embark even upon school. But I have no choice in this moment: my reality is very clear. I must resign myself to being merely a spectator in the lives and development of my children, knowing full-well that, if not for Him, I certainly won’t have the option of ever having any more.

I wanted to be me, I wanted to be he, I wanted to be we, but now I’m never going to be any of the three…

…so I guess I’ll run for president!

An original work by *crptnite*

All content is to be considered fictional and any likeness to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental- all truths are said in jest 😉

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