Fairytales are often said to be rife with symbolism (um, not exactly the kind laden with sexual innuendo), and encrypted with secret meaning, reflective or even mocking of real life.

I believe, in utter seriousness, that fairytales are autobiographical, or biographical, should the prince or princess or dwarf featured in the tale be too lazy to actually be the writer of his or her or its story, or if there are no pencils large enough, or keyboards resilient enough to endure the toughness of dragon claws (some say that Mothergoose actually relayed her story to a certain controversial Hollywood columnist, so I suppose it applies to nursery rhyme characters as well), some of them hire ghost writers, or else pay unemployed tabloid hacks to make them look good, to portray them as glamorous, unfortunately ending up with 'fairytales' which are just a little too much on the lurid side to make bedtime stories for the below eighteen audience, at least.

Anyway, Anne Rice's perversions aside, I still think Sleeping Beauty, as well as Rip Van Winkle since he actually falls along the same lines, were in truth actual people. In Beauty's case, there was no evil fairy disguised as an old woman who was armed with a bespelled spindle and needle who put her to sleep for a hundred years, besides, Beauty, being about as undomesticated as a Princess could possibly be would never have been interested in knitting or any such similar activity. It was, in truth, life and the world in general which cast its spell upon her, she grew disenchanted with it, and decided to sleep it off for a hundred years.

Who knows, maybe Beauty was ahead of her time and possessed not just feminine wiles, but her fair share of feminist sensibilities as well and found the men of her time to be too domineering and too dominant, as well as too obsessed with conquest to tolerate. Maybe there were no 'Fionaesque' types yet then and the princesses who were the same age as her were too witless and insipid to be bothered with. Maybe she wanted to talk philosophy and discuss the Tolkien trilogies which she was enthralled with and all her parents wanted to have her do was to play court to the suitors in various colored tights parading like beauty pageant contestants around the Grand Hall of their palace. Maybe they wanted her to settle down to marriage, cooking, and cleaning, and Beauty was a career woman, and found the tiaras and the gowns, and worst of all, the men of court too unbearable for words, and they put her to sleep.

Maybe she thought humanity would be better a hundred years from then (if she were lucky enough maybe the prince who'd wake her would actually be able to hold conversations about things other than his broadsword and what metal it was made from and at least know who Plato is).

Upon her waking, she would've found that humanity has changed in many ways but has essentially remained the same, our current preoccupation seeming to center around the creation of an environment intelligent enough to support our life 'lest the day comes that we render ourselves too stupid to be trusted with the continuation of our own existence.

It could've been any number of things (not discounting boredom), though all of them are justifiable, I still believe that it was a disenchantment, and not an enchantment, that put her to sleep which is something I can empathize with perfectly. These days I have difficulty waking up to be able to face the day. It used to be that I could rouse myself at seven in the morning on a respectably regular basis, these days, the sun has to practically rise inside our room and direct its glare to my face, sneak up into my eyelids and sting my contact lenses for me to be able to drag myself out of bed.

For no specific reason, I feel as if the minimal amount of endorphins which I was given to start with has been sucked out of me without my consent and has been released into the atmosphere for heaven knows what reason, though I strongly suspect it's part of the plan to develop that uber intelligent environment which will be responsible for the sustenance of stupefied human life, whatever the reason or reasons, it seems to me as if anything vaguely hormonal has been drained from my body along with my endorphins, and I am left a hypochondriac who is tempted to spend the next couple of years in slumber, and the worst thing about it is that I don't even have a good reason for it. Maybe that ultra-intelligent-stupid-life-sustaining environment is being tested in its beta phase and this is a side effect which will be inconsequential anyway by the time it's fully operational (human beings being so stupefied by then that they won't know the difference) which might very well explain why I feel no reason or inclination to justify or explain my need for reclusion and hibernation. At least I still have enough functioning brain cells left to realize that the reason isn't beauty sleep.

What can I say? Life has me running for cover.
niz on 03:42 PM CST [ link ]

Lithesome.ICE is essentially composed of :

55% Silvery Moonlight, 30% Obsidian Darkness, 10% Gossamer Dreams, 5% Cheesecake - the homemade, blueberry variety... and just an ounce of quintessential bitchiness, snuck somewhere in the in betweens.
niz on 03:35 PM CST [ link ]

People have made it their business to judge others since the beginning of time, probably ever since dinosaurs had the run of the land, and people were just a concept yet to be actualized, that they didn't exist yet and that there was no one around to judge or do the judging was perhaps a handicap which didn't stop people from indulging in their favorite activity. If all these people were to put their bigotedness, their prejudice and their spite to good use, we'd have no shortage of judges to preside over the cases in the Supreme Court, there would be no backlog, and no cause of bureaucratic delays, red tape would become extinct, and cases would be processed at record speed.

Of course, no one would be found innocent either, to the eyes of these so-called judges, everyone would be guilty, every person unlucky enough to stand before their benches would be at fault, and everyone would be a sinner no matter how much they've atoned or repented. It would be a disaster of unequalled proportion for our penal system.

That's the law of the human race, if not the land, to make ourselves look good, to make ourselves seem better, we have to put ourselves aside others who we feel have done more wrong than we have, we can't even stand up straight enough to take our measure.

I have firsthand experience on how it is to be judged, constantly actually. I have two kids, and i've had them early, and what people perceive as 'my type' is always rife and subject to the judgement of others who consider themselves to be better than me, nevermind that i've transformed my spoiled and pampered self, outgrown an adolescence which I could've extended for a couple of years longer, and am attempting to move heaven to earth to ensure that these kids would have the opportunity to have a spoiled and pampered future, should they feel that they'd want one, of course I hope that they'd opt otherwise out of their own accord, the possibility of which i'm attempting as well by trying to raise individuals who will be as worthy of the world as the world they'll exist in will be of them, but still it would be nice to give them the choice.

Nevermind that I have faced, and will continue to face up, if need be, and atone for the hurts i've caused my loved ones and have spent no small number of sleepless nights on because I feel as if nothing I do will ever be enough.

Nevermind that I will make it a point to ensure that my kids will never see me at my worst because in my view that's what a parent has to be, ten times a better person than what they originally were before they became parents with a projection of a body aura twenty five degrees celcius closer to that of heaven than those of human beings who are yet to have children.

I suppose I would be looked upon more highly and more admirably if I had shunned responsibility and thrown honor and conscience to the trashcan the way some women leave their children in shoeboxes along Quiapo (though of course, I pass no judgement over them, not knowing as I do, what life they are living, or what situation might have prompted them to do as they have, it's just a manner of speaking), and aborted my children instead. Perhaps I woul've merited more esteem and more respect if I had chosen the appearance of 'cleanliness', 'purity', and 'morality' rather than lived the principle of it. Perhaps then I would've deemed myself worthy of the approval and regard of those who presume themselves to be spotlessly clean enough to be the judge of the worth of others.

But how then would I have looked myself in the mirror day after day? How then would it have been possible for me to live with myself knowing that when it mattered the most, I couldn't even make the right choice? What then about the people whose hearts I had broken, nonetheless without malice, but had broken still who had every right and reason to judge me, and maybe even shun me, and yet from whom I didn't hear a single painful word from, and would've taken it from because they loved me, and I deserved it from them.

What about the one's who call me 'mama' with such unconditional love? The words spoken with such innocence, and infinite tenderness that the sound caresses and soothes every particle of my flawed soul and for whom I would much rather be damned to perdition, then not have them in my life at all.

I still wouldn't plea bargain, even if my defiance brings down the judgement of the whole unworthy world on my shoulders, and even if all i'll have left to seek solace from will be my immaculate white bond paper, and my long suffering Pilot G-Tech C3, the perpetually loyal companion of my restless soul.
niz on 03:14 PM CST [ link ]

The Wisdom Tooth has to be the most inaptly named body part we're cursed to be gifted with. They don't even have a semblance of wisdom to their name, can't grow in the right direction, and can't stay in the space alloted to them. No, they have to push their way into the path of other more well behaved teeth who have been trained to stay put by years of dental maintenance.

The only thing remotely 'wisdomy' about Wisdom Teeth is that they have enough sense to intrude into your well ordered mouth only when you are financially stable enough to afford general anesthesia, and have sufficient enough health insurance to cover their removal.
niz on 12:10 PM CST [ link ]

For the past few days, i've been feeling as if i've been on the verge of a revolutionary breakdown, i was even convinced that to launch a crusade to banish french fries from existence was a worthwhile cause, equal to that of the French Revolution, and who better to embark on a noble quest against fast food restaurants than someone as obssessed with health food as I am. Many might take this to mean that I have something personal against a certain big orange bee who happens to be the mascot of a certain fast food chain (both of which shall remain nameless), but I swear it's nothing like that. In truth I just detest how such fast food joints seem to take it for granted that Pesco Vegans have to eat on the run too, and consign us to what has to be the most unsatisfactory thing on the food chain, french fries, I mean, we do have other things to attend to besides growing our organic food, and honestly from the point of view of a potato there's no worse fate than to be turned into a french fry, it's not even worth the potato's pain to be whacked up into strips like that, all the better to just mash it up and soak it in gravy, now that would be another story all together, one with a happier ending, for me at least if not for the potato.

Anyway, this quandary with the potato almost led me to indulge in a bihon orgy which is really the last thing i would've considered doing if i could only have something decent to eat from the fast food (decent and fast food is an oxymoron waiting to happen) joints which seem to crop up like mushrooms in every corner taunting the dormant carnivore in me with their burgers, and fried chickens, and all the other tempting and salivating untouchables and inedibles.
niz on 12:59 PM CST [ link ]

The reason why George W. Bush Jr. gets away with his warmongering tendencies is because the fate of the world has yet to be decided. All countries, all states, all entities with just the slightest hint of a border (Microsoft Office's Word and Excel have plenty to speak off *grin*) or the slightest vestige of power are essentially megalomaniacs who consistently manage to undo whatever remains of the world's balance of power because a super uber power has yet to arise who will basically conquer and dominate us all (think Charlemagne and Alexander the Great). Personally, I think the deciding factor to the throne of world domination is whether it's the Big Mac or Microsoft XP which has a stronger worldwide appeal. George W. Bush Jr. is but a passing fancy, in time, it'll come down to a contest between the two M's... McDonalds or Microsoft (a.k.a. Bill Gates).

Till the time comes though that Ronald decides to incorporate veggies into his arsenal, and while the anti-piracy campaign remains tolerable (meaning possible to elude, that is), i'll be throwing my weight in the campaign to conquer the world towards the latter.
niz on 03:29 PM CST [ link ]