It's the newest OJ Simpson trial. Controversial, and complete with stunning accusations, Casey Anthony's murder trial filled the gap for many people who get a rush from following sensational trials like this.
Not since Michael Jackson or Robert Blake has public opinion been so divided on the outcome of a criminal trial. Casey Anthony was found not guilty of murdering her 2 year old daughter Caylee Anthony, but was convicted on four misdemeanor counts of lying to the police.
Nancy Grace has already aired her disgust over the verdict (Nancy Grace is still relevant?) as have many other media personalities. However, the simple truth is there is no evidence to suggest that Ms. Anthony did in fact commit this crime. The medical examiner (none other than Doctor Jan Garavaglia aka Dr. G of television fame) was not able to make a definitive determination as to Caylee's cause of death thus putting the theory that she was murdered in doubt. At this point some of you might be yelling, "but she was partying while her daughter was missing and didn't seem to care about her until someone else found out."
True, Anthony didn't file a missing person's report until her parents raised suspicions about their granddaughter, but this does not mean that Casey is a child killer. For all we know she could have some kind of mental condition that prevented her from worrying too much about her daughter. The truth is, we may never know, and to universally condemn Casey Anthony because there are too many unknowns for us to be comfortable with is simply unfair.
There was no miscarriage of justice here as the illustrious Nancy Grace would have you believe, there was simply a lack of evidence. We do not know if Caylee was murdered or suffered an unfortunate accident as the defense team claimed during the trail. All we know for sure is that a little girl has died and no matter how much we want to have answers to this mystery, we cannot allow ourselves to be manipulated by people such as Nancy Grace. There is a reason our legal system is the way it is, to prevent such things as manipulation to dictate the course of a trial, especially one where a person's life is on the line (remember Casey faced the death penalty). How would we as a public feel if Casey had been convicted, given the death penalty then it was discovered that she was innocent? I am more than certain that innocent people have died in prison or in the electric chair and more will face the same fate in the future. Sometimes our justice system doesn't get it right, but I contend that this is not one of those times.
I am waiting for Nancy Grace to publicly call me the messenger of the devil.
July 6, 2011
June 25, 2011
Amateur Freelancing is Hard
So I've already said that I'm trying my hand at freelance writing. It's been a difficult road so far. I just started in April and since then, while I have seriously grown to love written journalism, I realize that it will be hard to make a career out of this. It's difficult to be a freelancer, but I do love the excitement that revolves around it. It really is exciting.
I've learned a lot about myself for instance, I like being able to find myself on Google. Before you could only find anything about me by misspelling my first name. Now I have a whole Google page to myself (watch as the smile creeps across my face). I also love the feeling of accomplishment I get when I learn that one of my articles has been published.
While I haven't made that much money from this endeavor, I still think I have a long way to go and a lot more to do.
Wish me luck!
I've learned a lot about myself for instance, I like being able to find myself on Google. Before you could only find anything about me by misspelling my first name. Now I have a whole Google page to myself (watch as the smile creeps across my face). I also love the feeling of accomplishment I get when I learn that one of my articles has been published.
While I haven't made that much money from this endeavor, I still think I have a long way to go and a lot more to do.
Wish me luck!
June 24, 2011
Konami Coding Like a Boss!
I am a really dumb gamer. Okay so I'm not that much of a gamer but I can appreciate a damn good video game when I see/play one. I have yet to play Halo 3 however (sad face).
Anywho, during a recent jaunt through cracked.com (if you've never read any of their articles you should definitely go check them out now), I learned why I was always getting my ass hopelessly kicked in certain video games. The secret is the Konami Code.
Apparently, a game developer got frustrated with his game and decided to create a code that could help him out. He accidentally forgot about it and the code went into production hidden in the game. Eventually people figured it out and the code became a pop culture hit. Various websites have used the code to hide truly awesome Easter Eggs. So upon discovering this code, I decided to use this code on every website. I haven't come across much but it's still fun. I am now going to share this lovely piece of intel with you.
Go to a website and press the following: up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A.
To clarify that's the up arrow twice, down arrow twice, left arrow, right arrow, left arrown, right arrow, b button, a button.
Do it and lemme know what you find.
Anywho, during a recent jaunt through cracked.com (if you've never read any of their articles you should definitely go check them out now), I learned why I was always getting my ass hopelessly kicked in certain video games. The secret is the Konami Code.
Apparently, a game developer got frustrated with his game and decided to create a code that could help him out. He accidentally forgot about it and the code went into production hidden in the game. Eventually people figured it out and the code became a pop culture hit. Various websites have used the code to hide truly awesome Easter Eggs. So upon discovering this code, I decided to use this code on every website. I haven't come across much but it's still fun. I am now going to share this lovely piece of intel with you.
Go to a website and press the following: up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A.
To clarify that's the up arrow twice, down arrow twice, left arrow, right arrow, left arrown, right arrow, b button, a button.
Do it and lemme know what you find.
June 17, 2011
I'M BACK!
I've been away and I'm sorry about that. But you'll be glad to know that the time away from my blog was spent well.
I've taken the time to figure out some things in my life. I've picked a career path and something to do in the meantime. You are looking at the mad rantings of a future journalist. I figured I write enough as is anyway so I might as well put my (cough) talents to good use.
While I'm on my way to journalism, I've decided to experiment and write from now. I am now a published writer for the Yahoo Contributor Network (4 articles published with lots more to go!) and I wrote some articles for Her Campus Cornell. So I've got a lot to update you on in the future so I'll keep you in the loop on how it all goes.
To infinity and...wait is that line copyrighted?
I've taken the time to figure out some things in my life. I've picked a career path and something to do in the meantime. You are looking at the mad rantings of a future journalist. I figured I write enough as is anyway so I might as well put my (cough) talents to good use.
While I'm on my way to journalism, I've decided to experiment and write from now. I am now a published writer for the Yahoo Contributor Network (4 articles published with lots more to go!) and I wrote some articles for Her Campus Cornell. So I've got a lot to update you on in the future so I'll keep you in the loop on how it all goes.
To infinity and...wait is that line copyrighted?
April 11, 2011
Birthday Post Part Deux
Sitting in class, not paying attention. It's the usual. So instead of listening to my rather boring professor talk endlessly about the almost government shutdown, I'm surfing the interwebz and blogging. I think this is a better alternative. I should get a free pass because it's my birthday. YAY! But unfortunately since there has been no Presidential proclamation for it to be a holiday (one from Prez Skorty would work too) today is a Monday like any other day -le sigh-. Womp womp.
The Birthday Post
Today is April 11, 2011. This is the most important day on any calendar anywhere in the world. Why you ask? Because IT'S MAH BIRTHDAY!!!! THAT'S WHY!!!!
So 19 years ago today I was a newborn babe (no swaddling clothes unfortunately...they left me butt ass naked for a while. jk they had a blankie ready). I don't really have much else to say besides thank you to all of my friends who have supported me for so long (and for an awesome weekend leading up to today) and a very very VERY special thanks to my family for making me who I am today. And last but not least to my parents, without whom I literally could not be here today, especially my mom. For so long she's been both parents to me. She been the one to correct me when I'm wrong and to congratulate me when I'm right. She's shown up to ridiculous school events that were not at all important to anyone but me. She's watched me recite poems at harvest festivals, play piano badly at recitals, watched me pretend to be a tiny ballerina in a black leotard and a pink tutu and climb trees even though she knew I would eventually fall out of said trees (I have the scars to prove her wisdom). My mother went through a whole day of labor to give birth to a tiny six and a half pound "cute red little alien no bigger than my hand," according to my grandmother. And over the course of the following nineteen years, my mother struggled and fought and succeeded to give me the life she thought I deserved and I thank her for every minute of those years. In all honesty we fight like Holyfield and Tyson sometimes but after that's all said and done she's still my best friend in the whole world.
So what I'm getting at here is that today is really her day and not mine. I simply was born and screamed a little, while she pushed and endured my demanding newborn ass for a day (possibly more) and delivered a whole new life into the world. Today is not just my birthday, today is the day the most amazing woman in the world became my mother.
So 19 years ago today I was a newborn babe (no swaddling clothes unfortunately...they left me butt ass naked for a while. jk they had a blankie ready). I don't really have much else to say besides thank you to all of my friends who have supported me for so long (and for an awesome weekend leading up to today) and a very very VERY special thanks to my family for making me who I am today. And last but not least to my parents, without whom I literally could not be here today, especially my mom. For so long she's been both parents to me. She been the one to correct me when I'm wrong and to congratulate me when I'm right. She's shown up to ridiculous school events that were not at all important to anyone but me. She's watched me recite poems at harvest festivals, play piano badly at recitals, watched me pretend to be a tiny ballerina in a black leotard and a pink tutu and climb trees even though she knew I would eventually fall out of said trees (I have the scars to prove her wisdom). My mother went through a whole day of labor to give birth to a tiny six and a half pound "cute red little alien no bigger than my hand," according to my grandmother. And over the course of the following nineteen years, my mother struggled and fought and succeeded to give me the life she thought I deserved and I thank her for every minute of those years. In all honesty we fight like Holyfield and Tyson sometimes but after that's all said and done she's still my best friend in the whole world.
So what I'm getting at here is that today is really her day and not mine. I simply was born and screamed a little, while she pushed and endured my demanding newborn ass for a day (possibly more) and delivered a whole new life into the world. Today is not just my birthday, today is the day the most amazing woman in the world became my mother.
April 10, 2011
Diary Blogging
I think I need to explain something.
When I first started this blog it was to express my feelings about the politics of our age. So this was initially a political blog and now it's evolved into more of an online diary. The reason I write what I write is because I live in the selfish hope that what I'm feeling can help someone else. Another reason is that writing helps me work through the feelings I couldn't be able to work out in any other way. The most logical way would be to get a therapist but shrinks are expensive and I don't have that kind of cash floating around in my laundry pockets, so this blog is my shrink. What I write is free-thought all the way. I sign in and I just write. I don't even come up with a proper title for my posts until I am done writing whatever it is that comes out. I honestly don't plan out these posts most of the time. So what I write here is me. I say what I would normally say in real life. I really do think these things and I recognize the faults in myself through my diary blogging (which is the term I'm going to use for what I'm doing here...and as I write that I realize that should be the title of this post, so it will be). When I write the state of mind I'm in tends to be somewhat moody and I'm sorry about that. I pawn off a lot of my emotions to the gods of blogging and maybe that's the coward's way of deal with things. But so be it. I realize that some of the things I say here may not make sense to anyone but me but honestly that is what I need and this is my blog and I have the right to say whatever I want on here (as long as I don't violate any law, of course). I have a feeling that some of my posts seem a bit on the bipolar side especially when it comes to the topic of boys (Chris in particular). Since I know some of my family reads this blog I want you to know that I am really ok. There will be no bridge-jumping in my future unless it's the only way I'll survive the impending apocalypse and whatnot.
The point I'm trying to get to is that this blog is my way of dealing with life. And with all the ups and downs that I've shared through this blog I really have to thank everyone who reads this blog because not only have you witnessed the twists and turns of my life you have also witnessed a girl falling in love with the art of writing. I realize that writing will be a part of my future no matter what else life has to throw at me.
I will also use this opportunity to apologize for future blog posts. I sense that this will be something of a melancholic week for me (even though tomorrow is my 19th birthday) and I'll be posting some super melancholic stuff. So all I ask is that you bear with me as I figure out life and whenever you want to feel free to tell me what you're thinking about my posts or whatever is going on in my life. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's taking constructive criticism.
Thank you for reading.
When I first started this blog it was to express my feelings about the politics of our age. So this was initially a political blog and now it's evolved into more of an online diary. The reason I write what I write is because I live in the selfish hope that what I'm feeling can help someone else. Another reason is that writing helps me work through the feelings I couldn't be able to work out in any other way. The most logical way would be to get a therapist but shrinks are expensive and I don't have that kind of cash floating around in my laundry pockets, so this blog is my shrink. What I write is free-thought all the way. I sign in and I just write. I don't even come up with a proper title for my posts until I am done writing whatever it is that comes out. I honestly don't plan out these posts most of the time. So what I write here is me. I say what I would normally say in real life. I really do think these things and I recognize the faults in myself through my diary blogging (which is the term I'm going to use for what I'm doing here...and as I write that I realize that should be the title of this post, so it will be). When I write the state of mind I'm in tends to be somewhat moody and I'm sorry about that. I pawn off a lot of my emotions to the gods of blogging and maybe that's the coward's way of deal with things. But so be it. I realize that some of the things I say here may not make sense to anyone but me but honestly that is what I need and this is my blog and I have the right to say whatever I want on here (as long as I don't violate any law, of course). I have a feeling that some of my posts seem a bit on the bipolar side especially when it comes to the topic of boys (Chris in particular). Since I know some of my family reads this blog I want you to know that I am really ok. There will be no bridge-jumping in my future unless it's the only way I'll survive the impending apocalypse and whatnot.
The point I'm trying to get to is that this blog is my way of dealing with life. And with all the ups and downs that I've shared through this blog I really have to thank everyone who reads this blog because not only have you witnessed the twists and turns of my life you have also witnessed a girl falling in love with the art of writing. I realize that writing will be a part of my future no matter what else life has to throw at me.
I will also use this opportunity to apologize for future blog posts. I sense that this will be something of a melancholic week for me (even though tomorrow is my 19th birthday) and I'll be posting some super melancholic stuff. So all I ask is that you bear with me as I figure out life and whenever you want to feel free to tell me what you're thinking about my posts or whatever is going on in my life. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's taking constructive criticism.
Thank you for reading.
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