Detroit Diva

To all my family and friends I would just like to say -- I hope that we are never in a position like Terry Schiavo and her family but if so,  Please, Please, do not ever let me live in a vegetative state. I would hate to spend the rest of my life like that and would not consider that you were doing me a favor. Say goodbye, let me go and know that I would love you for not leaving me that way.

I rented the first 2 episodes of the first season of the HBO series Deadwood and I gotta say they were excellent. I can't wait to watch the rest of the first season and if it wasn't so darn expensive I would get cable and HBO just to watch the 2nd season.  The show takes place in the lawless Wild West town of Deadwood and revolves around the people living in the town including such characters as Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane as well as the regular townsfolk.  I've got to warn you - this is the Wild West and along with that comes thieving, swearing, killing and whoring and this is HBO, which means it's no hold barred. So, if you are easily offended this is not the show for you.  As for me, this week, I'll be in front of the TV watching Deadwood.

I don’t think that I’ve mentioned it here before, but I was really creeped out by Elijah Wood in Lord of the Rings.  I know, I know, don’t send me nasty e-mail, I’m just saying.  I loved the Lord of the Rings movies and spent many hours drooling over Viggo Mortensen but Elijah, oooooh he was like Golom’s twin bro or something.  So anyway, I just read that Elijah was spinning tunes (scroll down to March 14th and try not to be  scared by the pics of a gigantic John Goodman or a not gigantic Clay Aiken) at South by Southwest and my friends Cathy and Jason are in Austin visiting the mum-in-law and taking in some of SXSW and I just wanted to say- I’m scared for you guys.

If you get the chance, go see Born Into Brothels, the winner of the 2005 Best Documentary Oscar.  It's about a woman who teaches photography to the kids of prostitutes in Calcutta, India.  Warning: this is a heartbreaker of a movie. Bring a box of kleenex with you.

The deaths of U.S. soldiers in Iraq have left 1,043 kids without a parent.

After all my ranting about it - I forgot to tell you. We got tickets to U2. YahWeh! Yes, of course, they're crappy seats. Not the nose bleed section but the dreaded floor, where unless you are 6'2, which we are not, you get to listen to the band and look at the back of the heads in front of you. We don't care - we're going to see U2. Only 6 and 1/2 months til the show. Let the countdown begin.

Happy Birthday Jane! Wishing you many, many, more!

This Friday, March 18^th, is the 2^nd anniversary of the start of the war in Iraq. A war, mind you that the U.S. Government declared had been won at the end of March 2003, days after it had started. So, that begs the question – Why the hell is it still going on?  Let’s recap – NO weapons of mass destruction, over 1500 U.S. troops killed, over 11,000 troops wounded, over 18,000 Iraqi’s killed, and the cost of the war as of today – almost 155,980,000,000 billion, BILLION, dollars. All those people dead and all that money spent. For what? Nothing – that’s for what.

I woke up this morning and thought to myself  - my back hurts and I’m running late, I think I’ll wear my jammie bottoms to … Oh, wait a minute, that was Michael Jackson. I can’t believe that he would show up to court in pj’s and slippers. His back supposedly hurt, yet he managed to put a blazer on – he couldn’t do pants or find someone to put shoes on his feet?  His arrival at the courthouse was so melodramatic, I’m surprised they didn’t wheel him in on a hospital gurney.

Today marks the first anniversary of the Madrid train bombings.  My thoughts are with the people of Spain and with anyone else who lost loved ones in that senseless act of violence.  I was in Spain at the time and since I’m not fluent in Spanish and staying at a place without a TV, I didn’t really know what had happened until a few days after the bombings. My friends and family back home did and I had several panicked e-mails when I checked, and not to mention a hysterical sister who cried and yelled when I got back to the states because I hadn’t called to tell her I was ok.  So, let’s send good thoughts to Madrilenos everywhere and thoughts of peace to everyone.