Karma don't have fists, but I do.

I've just felt uninspired lately, or perhaps I blew all my inspiration on e-lists and Yahoo! Answers.

I've been in sort of an angry mood over the past couple days, and I don't know why. Some executives have been a bit more demeaning than usual at my work, and my aunt told me she didn't want me to e-mail anything to my 15-year-old cousin anymore and would block my e-mail address. She thinks I'm a bad influence. The last thing I e-mailed him was this cute video showing baby pandas "attacking" a reporter on assignment. (Which is just...freakin...adorable.)

Maybe she doesn't like my latest e-mail sig:

"Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom."--Bertrand Russell

She got pissed when I quoted Sinead O'Connor, too: "If I were God, I would be suing a lot of people for libel."

Oh, well, let her be pissed. I never said anything about her Bible verses and quotes from apologetics books.

I've felt pretty hopeless about everything being said and done at the United Nations, too, and how everything in the world seems to be going to shit. I was thrilled that in Hungary, the homeland of my maternal ancestors, people actually protested when they found out their government lied to them. I don't see where martial law will lead to anything good in Thailand. We keep making so many enemies, so fast. All the asshat countries got together in Cuba last week (they may as well call themselves "The Countries Nobody Else Likes".) And what can I do about any of it? Nothing, not one thing. But they can do plenty to me, if they feel like it.

Also, I found out that even though I eat vegetarian and organic, I shouldn't get all cocky about not getting E. coli. Thankfully, I did not learn the hard way.

So I've been lashing out. Which isn't quite as fiery as other people's lashing out, and which at least hasn't been done at work or to L'Ailee or the cats. But it's lashing out anyway.

I invoked the infamous "My Name Is Earl" quote several times this week: "Karma don't have fists." Meaning sometimes karma has to use *your* fists. (Maybe that'll be my next sig!) I've been giving harsher advice than I normally would ("dump her ass") and cussing an awful lot.

And then there is what I chose to dance to for my next belly-dancing recital. My instructor tells me my style is "martial". This is because I've avoided a lot of the sexy cliches. So I'm dancing to Beyonce's Ring the Alarm. L'Ailee's watched me try to choreograph twice; her eyes got real big and she bit her lips both times. I know I'm doing something right! But TTG, it's not her that made me think that way. I'm actually thinking of Ex-Boy, who got angry at me for miscarrying. (One day I'll talk about him more.)

I don't know. Maybe the whole world feels angry at the moment, and I'm just riding along. I always soak up other peoples' feelings and get real sensitive to my environment. I'd say I was very much an empath, if I wasn't so leery of sounding like a damn fantasy novel. :-)

And now it's link time. Many of these made me angry, too.

The Bisexual Resource Center is upset about a Canadian gay columnist. There's a reason for that.

American Airlines harassed a gay couple.

There is a Christian kids' book called, I shit you not, Does God Love Michael's Two Daddies? Also, Exodus Youth--yes, the youth division of the ex-gay group--has found a sneaky way to worm into schools by piggybacking onto GLSEN's Ally Week.

Awesome new fossil discovery

Fun with "sock puppets"!

And there's finally a serious study of how couples sleep at night. I need that book.