As some of you know, I've been involved in my own personal WEST MEMPHIS THREE demonstration. I've been on the streets handing out flyers and discussing the case and history with anyone who will listen. I've been surprised with people's reactions-- they've been mostly positive. And a positive reaction to a case such as this in the deep, republican, christian, oppressive south is incredible.

Last year a painting of mine hung in the Pensacola Museum of Art, depicting my view of the WM3. It was a wonderful opportunity to spread the word of the injustices of the six victims involved.

As it stands, three innocent men are incarcerated for a crime that they so obviously did not commit. Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin, and Jessie Misskelley have spent the last decade in prison, becoming victims themselves of a crooked justice system.

...But things are beginning to look up.

To learn more about the West Memphis Three, go to www.wm3.org.

In other news:

28 January, 2005

I'm shocked and awed (!) that I actually still exist here....

No one seems to be noticing... No one really cares- but- I did finally get to court a couple of weeks ago... It took a couple of weeks to check my back email so it's only now that I'm able to report this news.

I won... but so what? I'm told I have years of surgery to look forward to what with knee replacement and re-replacement.

Yay.

20 July, 2004

Holy crap! It's been nearly a year since I've updated. The site is past-it, in devastating need of a *real* update and beginning to show it's age, I know. So am I.

I've a birthday coming up... Twenty-five. Talk about devastating. But for my quarter of a century anniversary, I've been given tickets to Curiosa in Atlanta. Huzzah!

Thanks go to my Fred for keeping me sane and spoiled during these hellish past couple of years and still managing to graduate from USA with degrees in sociology and philosophy (I know... I know.) and for recently passing his GRE.

I'll be paying off student loans for the rest of my life.

Go buy the new Cure album.

24 August, 2003

There is no news, really.

I'm still in pain, still unpaid, and still pre-trial. I've not been able to start PT successfully because I've now developed a new symptom sure to be associated with post traumatic stress: vertigo.

When I'm not feeling like a pressed flower, I'm still on my continual mission for the WM3. Though I've met with surprising sympathy at home, I can't convince anyone to get off their ass and help. I can't even get meetup.com to start a West Memphis Three interest group.

This won't sway me, though.

If you are interested in joining me in starting any group dedicated to helping these three men in their struggle for justice, be it a benefit auction, concert, or petition, email me at uberalice@hotmail.com. I can keep fighting solo, but I'd prefer to keep my strength in numbers.

I actually have been working on the site a bit offline. I figured we're four years old now... a revamp wouldn't be too much to ask for...

As always, don't hold your breath.

20 June, 2003

Two weeks post video arthroscopy of the right knee. It's over and done with. Now the long, slow, painful process of physical therapy starts again.....huzzah?

In related news... The Antisocialite goes to court.

That's right I have a court date for all this crap that's been sucking away my life for the past year. So ten days after my birthday (that's right an eminent birthday as well)I have my day in court to let everyone in earshot know just how much my employer and their insurance company suck.

I'm terrified.

May 2003

A second knee surgery is officially on the horizon. Last friday, the bad news was given to me by my doctor. There's been no date set yet but I plan to be hospitalized within the month. :(


January, 2003

Happy freakin' New Year.

I'm still continuing with my physical therapy and am still constantly in and out of doctor's offices. It's been established that I may have to have another surgery on my knee. The tear in my meniscus was a complete tear. When my orthopedist performed the surgery he thought it best to leave in what cartiladge he thought would improve. It's been half a year now and there's been little to no improvement. I live in constant pain. (I suppose this fate is befitting a goth girl.) I'm also having to deal with post traumatic stress disorder... shell shock.

I only hope this new year goes better than the last.

December, 2002

Medicated.

To shed a little light on my situation, last May, I injured myself at work. I've dealt with the ordeals of going through an emergency room, so far two orthopedists, two physical therapists, an MRI, surgery, shock, and two neurologists.

I had a severely torn lateral meniscus, meaning, I tore the cartiladge in my kneecap. And I may yet have to have another surgery. This is where I've been.

Worker's compensation sucks... Never get injured on the job. Oh, and The Hartford is evil.