My husband says he’s very happy I’ve had nothing to say for a month and a half.  I have had plenty to say, just not to him.  Heh.  And actually, not here.  It seems that kids in my daughter’s school have figured out that if my address is “alison@alison.com”, that there must be an “alison.com”  And there you have it, underage readers that you know about, whose parents know you, and who are much larger than you are (since you’re a tiny person) who would happily beat the poop out of you.  Oh, well. 

Look, I’ve been using a new spam eliminator called spam bully that really beats up on spam, so it feels like I never get any real mail at all *SOB!!!*  However, I still have to go through the spam occasionally to make sure nothing I want is getting eliminated.  This means that I still have to read the titles and first three lines, and wonder what kind of mentality it takes to figure out that someone who has put “Viagra”  “Cialis”  “meds” and such into their spam filter might somehow be interested, instead, in “V_I+A”G)r_A” or “Ci39qalio9us” or b_s_ M_d_s”  This is even stupider than the telemarketers who want to block the do not call list so that they can pay people by the hour to call people who will NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER   buy anything over the phone from companies they’ve never heard of!!!  Look, if you call me from a “charity”, I’m going to ask you how much you contributed, and give an equal amount (100% ZERO!!!!)  And look, no matter how many mails you send me advertising increased size, satisfaction, or other ease of use of certain parts of my anatomy, if I don’t POSSESS  those particular attributes, you’re barking up the wrong tree.  I’m trying to figure out who’s more stupid – the people who send out male-porn-focused mail to people who clearly don’t belong to the demographic, or the people who PAY these people to send out mail to people who clearly don’t belong to the demographic.  (Of course, at this point, I’m using words that are way too big, even though I’ve had far more alcohol than most people reading this. . .)

I have nothing to say.  That may seem obvious to anyone who checked here in the last 10 days.  Actually, I’ve said a lot, just not here.  We’re getting snow again after several warm, sunny days, and it’s irritating me phenomenally.  As long as it’s OK the 26th, when I’m popping into Manhattan for a bead show.  Or the 27th and 28th, when I’m in Bergenfield for a class.  I just don’t like to drive in it because everyone else on the road is an idiot.  Even if I like them when they’re walking.

I have some more photos, wait and see until I learn how to use the scanner.

So Martha’s guilty.  Why does this tick me off?  Because she’s up for a maximum 20 year sentence and the guy who started it all, Sam Waksel, is in for 7.  He found out he wasn’t going to get a patent, sold all his stock, sold his kids’ stock, told all his friends to sell theirs, and he gets a third of Martha’s penalty.  The Enron folks, who bankrupted thousands of honest, hardworking people, are still living the high life while waiting for their trials to get underway, and Martha’s went through like greased lightning.  I’ve told my kids a number of times that no matter what they’ve done, they’ll be in more trouble with me for lying about it than for whatever they’ve done, but this is ridiculous.

It’s all about spin.  The people who are supposed to be protecting the people and enforcing the law sit on their thumbs until something easy and high-profile comes along, and think it makes them look like they’re doing their jobs.  It reminds me of the LA cops and Robert Downey, Jr.  When they haven’t caught a single drug dealer or interrupted a drug deal or done anything to make a real difference, they go after the guy.  Invariably, he’s backslid, so they get their names in the paper for once again arresting this threat to the safety of society.

I’ve never had a lot of love for Martha, even though I have her paint colors all over my house, but in this case, I think she got a raw deal, and I hope she wins on appeal.