Thursday, January 12, 2012

email me

I have gotten, over the past few weeks, some wonderful email from fans of my books and have tried to answer through this blog, but being the technoboob that i am, i don't know how to respond to comments. Sooo - please go to my webpage, http://www.judyreenesinger.com/ and email me through that. To the gal who sent me some lovely poetry and who knew Tusker, upon whom Inconvenient Elephant was based, yes i would love to send you a book. To the gal who wants me to join her in Thailand, i am considering it. To the gal who wants to sell me a horse, maybe. email me, folks, it's so much easier than rousing me from my sloth and actually making me write a blog. love to all,
judy

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

oh my, where have i been?

well, breaking promises to post frequent and entertainingly funny blogs, for one. and writing more books. and gloating with pleasure because my last book, An Inconvenient Elephant was chosen as one of the books to be advertised along with the Ipad and Iphone for a whole season. It was on tv and on big posters plastered all over subway stations and bus terminals and various phone service stores. what a thrill, really, to see it.
I had some surgery, traveled a bit, wrote a bit, lost some weight, put it back on, lost it again, went blond (never fall asleep while an enthusiastic hairdresser is doing your hair), spent some time getting used to being blonde (more on that later- blondes really do have more fun) and wrote some more. i also made a promise to myself to do more things in new york city since i only live an hour away by car. one thing is to see warhorse. have you seen it?
will write some more tomorrow.
p.s. also happy because Bob Barker, of TV fame, along with some terrific animal rights people (like Pat Derby and Ed Stewart from PAWS) are launching a bill in Congress that will change the lives of circus animals for the better.
talk to you soon.
smoochies,
judy

Friday, April 8, 2011

Go Daddy is Gone

I am actually mortified for Bob Parsons, CEO of Go Daddy. His arrogance, his total lack of understanding of ecology, politics, conservation and the nature of animals, embarrasses me. His juvenile behavior and lack of respect for what was a majestic living creature, is disgusting beyond belief.
    Bob Parsons, for those of you who don't know, entertains himself with a yearly trip to Zimbabwe in order to kill a wild elephant. For fun. "It's just an old bull elephant," he proclaimed during the four minute snuff film he provided the media with, and then tried to justify his actions by adding that bull elephants were interchangeable and one more dead bull wouldn't have any effect on the social structure of the herd. Those of us who know elephants know this is bullshit. Old bull elephants teach young bulls how to behave. With aggressive behavior on the rise from these creatures, it is very important to keep their social structure intact. Who knows if the trauma inflicted from these untimely deaths could even be the trigger. And, according to Joyce Poole, Director of Research and Conservation at ElephantVoices, who has studied elephants for over 30 years under elephant expert, Cynthia Moss, the slaughtered elephant was a young female. That creates sort of a problem for Parsons who apparently likes to come across as the Great White Hunter, but was unable to tell that the elephant he slaughtered didn't have male genitalia. Whoops. And this is a double tragedy because elephants live in a matriarchal society,. There's no telling how far reaching this death will be. Next, Parsons tried to paint himself the philanthropist who is merely helping feed a starving village. When Piers Morgan, an interviewer for CNN asked Parsons why he, a billionaire, didn't just donate some money to educate and feed the village outright, Parsons blinked and replied that didn't see the link.
Parsons just doesn't get it. The land is becoming very scarce in Africa. The elephants are being pushed out of their grazing areas and off their migration routes. Killing them one by one is not the solution. Maybe Parsons can put his gun down and use his head and come up with something that is sustainable and correct. Maybe help fund some kind of elephant proof farming, or help set up crop areas outside elephant migration routes. Standing with his foot and gun resting on an innocent creature, tortured and slaughtered, is beyond disgraceful. It shows a lack of insight, of humanity, of compassion, and unfortunately displays a lack of intelligence that leaves him far below the level of those animals he preys upon.
My website has been removed from Go Daddy and will be up and running in a few days on another host. I salute all those wonderful people who have done the same. Go Daddy can go fuck himself.

Monday, March 28, 2011

I'm finally getting around to writing about procrastination

You may have noticed that several of my posts are out of order because they had been half written waaay back when i injured my eye and was having laser surgery. I never finished writing them because i couldn't see very well. well, today, after deciding that i was going to straighten out all my posts, i finished them and published them, which meant, of course, they were put out of sequence to the original post. now, no one, including me, knows what i'm talking about, so don't worry about it. i don't think i can fix it, since i can't fix anything that has to do with computers. my advice is to use your imaginations and try to figure out what i meant, and i will do the same.
and i promise never to do that again.
sorry

Still Healing

So the eye is healing. the blobs that were bouncing around and obscuring my sight are receding back to blobland where they can be called upon to bother someone else. i'm told it's going to be a few months before everything is okay, but i am cool with that. I can drive, i can write, i certainly can eat, i can kiss my doggies and chat with my friends, so they are not interfering one bit with my life.
And i love my new earrings. snicker.

Still Waiting for the Earrings

As pitiful as i tried to appear, my significant other did not come up with diamond or any other kind of earrings. He is not the kind of person who gets hints. Even if they are painted on billboards and say "JUDY WANTS THIS FROM YOU. BUY THIS AS A GIFT FOR HER!" he will not see it, if he sees it, he won't understand it, if he understands it, he'll forget all about it by the time he takes his next breath. Clearly I am going to have to treat myself.
I'm getting tastefully big ones.

A High Price to Pay

Chimps are cute. Baby chimps are high on the cuteness scale, up there with puppies and kitties. They don't do it on purpose, they are just cute because they are small and cuddly and our brains are hardwired to respond to that. And it's okay. The result is that we take care of our young and have long domesticated puppies and kitties. All of them, kids, dogs, cats, fit into our homes, our lifestyles, our beds. What doesn't fit  are wild animals who are forced to give up their natural behavior by nutcases who think they can turn them into the cyootest pets around. The outcome is sooo predictable. The darling little chimpie, or tiger, or cuddly bear matures and becomes - well - what it had always been, a large, powerful, aggressive WILD ANIMAL! Sah-prize, sah-prize!! A chimp has the strength of five men, grows to about two hundred pounds (don't take my word for it, check out the Jane Goodall site) and has very specific needs to be a healthy, well adjusted animal. And i don't mean pink diapers and pizza for dinner.
So, of course, some clodbrain raises a chimp and after years of poor diet and  confinement, the poor chimp isn't doing so well. What does clodbrain do? Does she take the animal to a vet? NAh - that would be - gasp - responsible, but we know she isn't because she's house raising a chimp! So she gives him Xanax, even there is no veterinary evidence that it's even good for this species, and duh - the poor creature goes insane and eats the face off her good friend. Guess who dies in the end? Guess who pays for clodbrain's poor judgement.
Hint: It wasn't clodbrain.