Thursday, March 24, 2011

Self Defense is Always Justified

Greetings Pups,

So I've always thought that the only thing that could make Dirty Harry better would be if he had a Southern accent. The good kind, not the annoying kind. And much to my thrill, the folks at FX decided to start airing a show called Justified. Anyone who has seen this show and the character of Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens will know that I got my wish.

But, hot guys with guns aside, I have learned quite a bit from that show. Mostly about, ironically, justice. I also acquired a new life motto to add to my list of so many. As I watched an episode, a man asked "Deputy Marshall Raylan Givens, would you shoot me if you had the chance?". The response - "You make me pull, I'll put you down." And that response is my choice of motto.

I do many types of work in my life, but I am forced to have one heinous job. Now I could go into detail about that job, but I am in no mood at the moment to speak of things such as adultery, racism, mocking of the handicapped, statutory rape, or pedophilia, all things I have to say are alleged, or so my lawyer tells me, since I have no videos. I can, however, speak of the crimes that have been committed against me.

I am a queen, a goddess if you will, as are many women, and yet they treat me as though I am as much a part of the rabble as they are. I test them to see how they will react to requests I give to please make lowlife cretins refrain from speaking to me in an inappropriate manner. They fail each time, and it so sad . . . for them. I have given so many chances for them to do the right thing. They have tossed all those chances aside. Now justice must be served.

I know, I know. Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. And I agree. I have to do so; it's the Bible. But justice is open season. Truth must be revealed and, as a loyal follower of it, I am happy to comply. And the truth hurts when you have chosen to be on the opposite side of it. All those people who have chosen to become my enemy are also enemies of the truth. And so it, along with my words, are the weapons with which I will fight. Fight back, I should say, because, after all the attacks, it's about time I defended myself.

And so, they made me pull. Guess what happens next?


Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Choosing to Not be Single

Greetings Pups,

As I did a little browsing on itunes, a question popped into my head. Does anyone even try to make albums anymore? I'll admit, in certain cases, being able to buy one song at a time can be convenient and inexpensive, but is that what should really be important when it comes to something that is supposed to be called art?

Wasn't there a time when creating an album was something that could be difficult, yet extremely rewarding? And I'm not talking about sales. It was that way because people used to pour their entire life into what they were making. It seems as though all people do when puting together a collection of music these days is make sure that there are at least three songs that are passable enough to be put out as singles and videos. The rest is filler, crappy songs that are only there to be there. What happened to an album being an expression of someone's heart and soul, not their expression to want to buy a bigger house?

I seem to remember so many stories of the great Brian Wilson pushing himself to the brink of insanity in order to create a masterpiece that he could share with the world. That is what creating art should be like. It is literally a person shedding their own blood, sweat and tears to carry out what they were put in this world to do. I just hardly ever see that these days.

I, myself, have written three albums, and I am currently working on my fourth. All of them have a theme, a concept, if you will. I have created stories, and each song is needed. To take one out would be like taking out a chapter of a book and expecting it to still make sense. They could each stand alone, but why would they want to do so?

I'm trying not to be critical, but I just demand greatness from anyone who dares to call themself an artist. It takes so much more than what the world has been requiring lately. So if you would like to be a part of this family that I have worked most of my life of which to be worthy, then let's get to work, already!


Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer


Thursday, March 3, 2011

It's What You Say and How You Say It

Greetings Pups,

Not to sound arrogant, but I love big words. I also love people who speak with some elegance and articualtion. Unfortunately, in many areas of my life, I am deprived of such things. Strangely enough, I am mostly surrounded by adults. I believe that at a certain point that we all must learn to speak as though we have been endowed with some intelligence. I realize, of course, that many people have not been given such a gift, and they must learn to try and fake it.

I can't hold everyone completely responsible for how they choose to converse with the rest of the world. I cannot, because I hear the way that they speak to children. It is most likely the way they were spoken to when they were children. I don't demand that we go into the four syllable bank when speaking to a toddler, but there is also no need to speak to a ten year old like they just got out of diapers either. I don't speak to children often, but, when I do, I speak to them with some respect and in a manner that let's them know that I believe they have a brain. I think they enjoy that, and I think they will learn and remember that the way a proper adult, like myself, speaks to them is the way a proper adult should speak. Oh, and I also prefer to not look like I have mental issues while speaking to a child, though most people don't seem to mind it all that much.

I'm not certain if this is or if I can even give a full explanation as to why this issue bothers me. Perhaps, it is because of what I have to deal with when I speak to so-called adults. I do many things in life, but one of my jobs requires me to be around many people who cannot put together full sentences and who have a vocabulary of about twenty-five words. I am forced each time I go there to dumb myself down, and it is painful. I mean, I once let the word "steatopygic" slip from my mouth. I thought I was going to have to clean up an exploded head.

So please, do not put the responsibilty of raising an intelligent generation all on my shoulders. When you speak to children, remember that they have minds that need to be nourished. And if you need to get something to feed them and your personal banks have dried up, try the dictionary.


Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer