Toughest of the Tough But Still A Lady

I have no sweet clue as to why I am making such a weird face in that picture. I can only assume that Keith took it while I was saying something. Fun picture though, with the train whizzing on by as I stand there, dangerously close. Actually, I was about 6 feet from the train, and in no danger at all. We have at least 3 trains per day. The Via Rail train passes through in the early hours of the morning, and then comes through again in the evening. And then there's train's like the one in the picture, to deliver goodness knows what. I imagine that it goes to the Mills at some point.

Keith and I are back on even ground, I think. I was feeling very weirded out after his little mood swing on Saturday and was worried that my feelings would end up sticking. Maybe I'm a little too judgemental, but I won't be dating Keith if he keeps that sort of attitude up on even a semi-regular basis. Honestly, I daresay he's got some anger issues. He needs to just relax, and I can't be the one responsible for unwinding him all the time. He needs to find something that mellows him out. I think, for him, it's playing guitar. For me, I like to drive in the car with the music blasting at ear splitting levels until all the tension seeps from my body.

Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows about my addiction. No, it's not alcohol, drugs or the internet. It's crime television. If you were to call me at any given time, and ask me what I was watching, 98% of the time the TV is tuned to A&E. Shows like Crossing Jordan, City Confidential, Cold Case, American Justice, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Third Watch and most recently CSI: Miami. I don't know why I was such a holdout on that particular program, since it's been on TV since 2002. But I am HOOKED! I watch it on A&E Monday mornings at 4am before work, it's on Monday nights on Global and CBS (the new eps), and A&E plays the program week nights at at 9pm, with a mini-marathon on Friday afternoons.

I love Horratio, with his head tilted to the side, glancing over the top of his glasses. His calm demeanor as he scrutinizes some criminal dirtbag. He's infinately patient, dedicated and underneath that hard shell, he cares about people. Second to him, on the show, for me, is Calleigh. She's Southern, smart and sometimes she cracks me right up. "Y'all are talking about microwaving a human hand!" Plus, I don't find this show is nearly as disgusting as CSI and CSI: New York. Sometimes those ones get WAY too graphic for my tastes.

Sadly, my love of crime shows caught up with me yesterday. I was watching Cold Case, and there was one particular segment about a young boy named Randy who'd gone missing and remained so for 15 years. The cops had a man they suspected of killing him (he was also a suspect in the murder of 2 boys in Florida, and had killed a child when he was a young man) in their sights but had no body. Poor Randy. When they finally unearthed his remains, it was evident the boy had been tortured badly before death. I hope that he was dead when the genital mutilation took place. They showed the boy's pelvic bone, where the suspect had anally...sodimized the child with a sharp object to the point there were saw marks on the pelvic bone. That really stuck with me. The guy (can't remember his name) deserved to be...drawn and quartered alive for the things he did to at least 3 boys. He died of natural causes in prision, and I hope there is a hell, for the sole purpose of that bastard to burn for eternity.

I don't believe, normally, in the death penalty...but I become a hypocrite of sorts when it comes to children and the crimes committed against them. Monsters. Every last one of them. At least there is some small satisfaction, that even in prision amongst the worst of the worst criminals, child killers and child rapists are targets for abuse, scorn and hatred. My Uncle works in a max prision, and from what I understand, some prisions will house these guys in seperate wards because they'll be killed if released into the general population. I say, they get what they deserve. I'm not saying I wish for it, but if it happens, c'est la vie. Compassion is given where compassion is shown, as the saying goes. These men and women gave none, deserve none.

The cold seems to be clearing up. Today's cough seems more like a dry cough than anything. That's a plus. Hopefully I'll be back on my feet by Monday.

Haven't heard much from Abby in the last while. She's busy with work, I know that. She's tired, I know that. But, it wouldn't hurt to call me. Afterall, she made the pledge to work on the friendship with me, that we would do something together once a week. I even invited her, repeatedly, to game night. No dice. Oh well. Maybe the friendship has run it's course. Only time will tell.