I've been sitting here watching episode #3 of the original Outer Limits series. The name of it is The Architects of Fear. I love this episode. These scientists decide that the only way to get the people of earth to unite and stop fighting amongst ourselves is to create a threat from beyond the earth. Robert Culp is the guy who ends up getting turned into an alien. The scientists fake his death and then begin changing his blood chemistry and physiology. It's a very interesting idea. I actually don't think that it would work. I think that humans are stupid in groups and that even faced with an exterior threat we wouldn't be able to work together. I mean face it. Our planet is in horrible shape. We can't even band together to save our planet. If we can't do that we all die. But are we working together to fix things? Hell no. I think the biggest obstacle to our working towards saving the planet is the government's lack of pushing towards developing green resources. We still rely on oil. I think if a good alternative came along that it wouldn't be developed until it was too late. The oil companies and the government like the status quo just as it is. :P

OK, yeah, I have been slacking off on the blogging. But I have good reason. First I had the flu. I felt like I was puking my socks up. Then I got into a big fight with my ex-husband who was sharing site rent with me at the campgrounds. Basically he didn't go pay it (it was his week to do that) and he kept saying he would do it and then didn't do it. So I got pissed off and it devolved into a fight in which I basically got screwed not just for site rent but for money he owed me. Plus I had to figure out how to move the camper cause the campground was closing at the end of the month anyway. So. I had to arrange all that. I tried to call my friend Nancy and couldn't find her and finally called her dad and found out she's in Florida right now... :P No help there. So I called an old buddy named Carl and he and a friend of his came out to the campgrounds and helped me get the camper hitched up and we got it towed safely into town. So yeah, lots of drama. Right now I'm having to live in my mom's spare bedroom in the basement. I told my ex-husband I don't ever want to see him or speak to him again. I'm thinking about taking out a restraining order on him just because. He's a stupid ****-****ing worthless **** eating ******* ****ing son of * *****. And yes, I censored myself in case this document ever fell into the hands of children.

In other news, I'm working on an article for Wikipedia. My several times great uncle was Tracy Richardson. Who the hell is that you ask? Well, he was a soldier of fortune who was a good friend of Sam Dreben. He also has the distinction of being the only man who ever managed to make Pancho Villa apologize publicly. Cool, eh? He went everywhere and did a bit of everything. But Wikipedia doesn't seem to have anything on him so I'm going to fix that. I've got photocopies of tons of info my uncle John gathered (he's kind of the family historian) and I'm sifting thru to get all the relevant info. Apparently he and Sam Dreben were holy terrors with machine guns. heheheh

Well, I'm back in my camper tonight. I finally stopped throwing up. It's a relief to not be nauseous. I haven't been able to get anything much done since I got back. I've been watching DS9 and playing with the cat. Meow really missed me and Roxy. She has been loving all over us. It's quite funny to see a cat loving on a dog. She likes to rub her whole body under Roxy's chin. Just a hoot. She gets all wet if she does that while Roxy is trying to eat. That part is kind of gross. Dog slobber all over her head. I'll have to try and get a picture of that.