End of Week Thoughts 11-6-09

Of course, I’m thinking about what everyone has been transfixed to since yesterday afternoon – the awful shooting in Ft. Hood. And while it is a tragedy, I’m almost equally appalled by the media coverage.

I don’t fault the media from reporting that the shooter was killed when he wasn’t. They’re doing their job. They are reporting the news and someone shooting innocent people on a U.S. military base is news. They got the information from what should be a reliabe source – the military officials on the scene. And I don’t fault them either. Early reports now say that a dead victim was believed to be the shooter, while the shooter lay bleeding from four bullet wounds.

What bothered me was all the speculation that comes with trying to compete in a 24-hour news cycle. Because they have to fill space with something while they wait for facts and details, journalists are now just talking out of their asses. Experts on everything from PTSD to semi-automatic handguns are brought in to speculate on scenarios that may or may not exist! Instead of the media reporting the facts and letting us decide what to think/feel, they’re throwing all kinds of crap on the wall not to see what sticks, but so that when the facts are finally clear they can say, “See, we tossed that around earlier.”

When it was revealed that the shooter was Muslim, I groaned. Much like I do when I find out that the man on the news who killed his wife and kids in Atlanta was black. I don’t know. Maybe you have to be a minority to get it. We just don’t need the fucking headaches sometimes. I’m a black woman married to a white man living in the south. And not just any south. A place where our president is openly called a nigger. Where I have to drive behind the most vile bumper stickers with my kids. But that’s not really the point. The point is that I knew all the speculation and vitiriol that would arise once it was confirmed he was Muslim.

Newscasters tiptoed around it. “We don’t know for sure that he ever traveled overseas or was influenced by terrorist propaganda…” Then why the fuck are you spending 15 minutes talking about the possibilty of it?! Since when did journalism mean reporting possibilities?

Then his family released a statement where, phrased several ways, they felt compelled to reassure everyone that the shooter was American, they were American, and that they loved this country. In other words, “Please, our fellow Americans, don’t let your shock and grief make you take this out on innocent Muslims.” Then his cousin revealed that the shooter had often complained of harassment within the military. He was harassed for being Muslim and called names like “camel jockey.” The media tripped over themselves to rush past that.

It’s not blaming the victim to discuss the consequences of hate speech – whether that was the main cause or just a symptom. In all their speculation trying to find a reason, the media just glossed over reports that provided some insight – from people who knew the shooter personally: He didn’t want to go to Iraq and fight against other Muslims. He was harrassed by other military personnel for being Muslim. He’d tried many times to get out of the military because he’d confessed, “it wasn’t for him.” NONE of these are excuses, but they bear looking into.

It’s like we only want to question what makes people do horrible things if the answers make us comfortable, and usually that means we just want to hear that the person was batshit crazy and no outside forces or actions of others played any part. It reminds me of the Natalee Holloway case in that her mother was downright furious that the media would question the reports that Natalee had been very intoxicated when she left with three strange guys. Her mother said that no matter how much she had to drink, she shouldn’t have been murdered. She’s absolutely right. You should be able to walk down the street as pissy drunk as you wanna be and no one has the right to take advantage of you or harm you in anyway. But that’s not realistic.

I think it would be a missed opportunity if the parents of young girls didn’t point to that case as the perfect example of why they shouldn’t do the exact opposite of all the common sense things we spend years trying to teach them. Just like it would be a shame to let yesterday’s tragedy be just another hot button news item for a week or so and only to be brought up again at anniversaries or when someone writes a book about it.

And don’t even get me started on the media’s need to frame the news stories instead of reporting them. This morning I watched a journalist interview a military official at Ft. Hood who was explaining that it was a civilian officer who had stopped directing traffic when she heard the commotion, went to help, and ultimately shot the suspect four times. The journalist said, “Let me get this clear – she came on the scene, turned a corner, and found herself in a face to face shoot-out with the suspect?”

The official said, “Well, we don’t know the proximity….”

Not ten minutes later, the journalist tweeted that the woman was a hero for engaging in a “close-range” gun battle with the suspect. Didn’t he just say they don’t know if it was close range or not? Am I missing something? Is it just me?

End of Week Thoughts 10-16-09

You know we gotta talk about Balloon Boy.

What. the. shit.

Yesterday afternoon I heard my mother and Kali gasping and squealing from the other room. They were shouting something about a boy in a bubble. I thought they were watching that John Travolta movie, but didn’t remember it being that exciting. Like everyone else, I watched with a mixture of fear and sadness. Any second I expected that balloon to smash into the side of an overpass Wild E. Coyote-style.

If you look closely, you can see the ACME logo.

When the balloon finally landed and it turned out the boy wasn’t in it, I turned to Donny and said, “The parents made up the whole thing because they killed him.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Um, cause they went white boy crazy!”

We now know the kid, Falcon Heene, was not only never in the balloon, but he was hiding in a box in the garage the whole time. The media is taking a pounding for the constant coverage and America feels stupid. The family was interviewed on CNN last night and when Falcon was asked why he didn’t come out of hiding when he heard searchers calling his name, he replied, “You said… we were doing it for the show.”

Busted.

It became apparent to anyone watching with half a brain that the family was full of shit. All of the neighbors that were interviewed say that though the family is weird, they don’t believe it was a stunt. As I type this, a reporter is broadcasting from outside their home and some loon is running back and forth behind him yelling stuff. I think the whole area is full of crazies.

The family now claims that after he was discovered in the garage’s attic, some news person had asked the boy to recreate how he hid and that’s what he was referring to when he said it was for the show. Uh-huh.

I still think the whole family is full of shit. And if they’re not, then they need to stop putting the douchey-Dad with his fake tears on camera because he comes off as a liar and bad actor to boot. I’m just sayin’.

AND, if it wasn’t a hoax, little Falcon and the brother that claimed he was in the balloon both need a beatdown. Either way, I don’t appreciate them playing with my emotions.

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You know what’s annoying? People who look at you while they’re driving and talking. I hate that. My ex used to do that. He’d drive and constantly look at me while he was talking. Hey, pay attention to the road! I’m not gonna make any weird facial expressions. You’re not gonna be tested on this conversation later and have to remember what I was wearing and how I looked. Just drive!

As I was coming home from school I was driving behind a guy that was doing that. He was running his mouth and constantly glancing at the person in the passenger seat. His little car was weaving all over the place. I was kinda wanting him to crash into a mailbox.

If you ever ride with me, don’t worry. I don’t do that. I don’t need to know what your face looks like while we’re talking. I need to know if the guy in front of me remembered to fix his break lights. I need to know if the person next to me signals before coming into my lane. I need to know if the car three cars in front of me suddenly slams on his breaks. I need to know if that light is red. All things I can only find out by paying a-fucking-ttention to the road.

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I have two more fast food shops and then I’m done. Not accepting anymore of those assignments. I will start my new clean-living diet in earnest on Monday. New TCTBTF blog on the following Friday. Also, Fluke blog this weekend. I just haven’t had the time to sit down and write out my thoughts.

Oh, you guys have to check out Fogo De Chao. It’s a restaurant here in Atlanta (they are nationwide.) Donny and I had lunch there this week as research for an article I’m writing. Good Lord. It was expensive, but sooo damn good. Nice to see how the other half live for a few hours.

They served this limeade with condensed milk that was so yummy. I’m gonna try to make it the next time we have people over.  Anyway, check out the dining experience video on their website and consider one near you the next time you’re gonna dine out for a special occasion.

So, how was your week? What did you think of Balloon Boy and what are your plans for the weekend?

Me? I’m going out to do trailer checks this morning (I love being paid to watch movie trailers), and we’re going to the movies tonight (being paid for that too.) Tomorrow I’m gonna write all day and do some work for Obi Wan. Also, lots of TiVo clearing and Stargate SG1 and Atlantis to watch. Sunday is bum day: laundry and lounging.

End of the Week Thoughts 9-25-09

Twitter Twit

Yesterday, a famous comedian changed his Twitter profile pic from a picture of him alone to one of him and his wife. Someone that follows him tweeted, “Your wife has a lazy eye.” Now, that’s not nice and I’m in no way condoning it. In fact, neither is the person that wrote it. She immediately apologized after the comedian responded with a retweet, “Fuck you. You have half a face.” (Her own profile pic showed only half of her face.) Because of the comedian’s brand of humor, I thought that, for the most part, he was joking and took her comment in stride.

For those not well-versed in Twitterverse, a retweet is the email of equivalent of forwarding a message and leaving the original sender’s info intact so that those receiving the message can see it.

Now, all of the people who follow the comedian can see his response to the comment about his wife, as well as who sent it and what she said. What do you think happened? I’ll tell you: quite a few people that follow the comedian proceeded to write the girl and attack her. They cried foul at her audacity to insult the personal appearance of the comedian’s wife by… insulting her personal appearance.

It was ridiculous. Sure, she wasn’t right, but was it really necessary for the comedian to sic his followers on her? Maybe that wasn’t his intention, but he had to know that’s what would happen. It seemed most people felt the need to contact the girl, not in defense of the comedian’s wife, but simply to, in some way, get his attention.

Not cool. Not cool at all.

Grey’s Anatomy -

I waited for this premiere all summer. I still have last season’s finale on my TiVo because I loved it so much. Don’t judge me! There were times when last night’s premiere felt uneven. Not the episode as a whole, but the grief that the characters were supposed to feel (spoiler alert!!!) in regards to George’s death.

While I liked the fact that the two-hour episode spanned a little over one month, and in doing so showed the various ways people deal with grief, I could have done without some of the wow-look-how-oddly-we’re-dealing-with-George’s-death moments. Like the laughing fit at the funeral. Seriously? Also, did Callie really need Izzie to tell her that kind, considerate, awesome George would donate every bit of himself that he could to save another life?

Speaking of Callie, she and Bailey seemed to be the only consistent and believable mourners in last night’s episode. Bailey, who had formerly been tough-as-nails, realized that caring so much for the doctors in her charge had opened her up to pain and disappointment when they got sick (Izzie) or died (George.) In every scene she was dead-on as someone dealing with the shock of losing a friend who had delivered her baby – and don’t forget, she named her son after George!

Just as they quickly and inexplicably made Callie a lesbian, the writers need to unlesbian her ass and put her and Mark back together. They are funny and sexy and have more chemistry standing next to each other in an elevator than he has with Lil Grey in a full-on sex scene!

Hot. Hot. Hot.

I did appreciate the moment at the end when each character narrates that after you go through all the stages of grief, and think that you’ve moved on to a place where it will all be okay, there are still the occasional moments when you are hit in the gut with the thought that, “Wow. George O’Malley died.”

Too Cute To Be This Fat –

I really need to get back on the ball. I really need to blog about weight loss. I really need some of you to be strong with me, stay interested, and help motivate me. I really am too damn fine to be fat.

Queries -

I keep getting positive responses to queries for my novel Sharing Space. Also, my short story Amongst the Tulips will be published next month on a literary magazine’s site. I’ll link you guys when it’s up.

I’ve started writing my next novel titled Tales From the Biosphere. It’s funny and it’s flowing and it pretty much writes itself. Also, getting positive literary news doesn’t hurt my motivation.

So, how was your week?