Best joke I've heard all week: (It is, however, still only Tuesday)
"A Libertarian is just a Republican who wants to smoke dope and get laid."
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
President Obama - what a nice "ring" that has
Ok, it has been almost a week now, and the elections results are, for all intents and purposes, in.
Thank the Goddess, President Obama was re-elected. He is not the "ONE". He is no savior, he is not SuperPresident. He's just a guy. But he's not Romney/Ryan, and that counts for everything.
The Republican pundits and media and political operatives are falling all over themselves to find the reason for this "surprising" loss. They've resorted to name calling (pimps, whores, maggots, various racial slurs...), they've all given one or another "reason" - never blaming themselves or their policies, however.
One writer almost got it right, but then veered off the track and went for finger-pointing again instead of follow-thru. The Republicans need to make their "tent" bigger. They went seriously out of their way to make it smaller... and smaller... and smaller... and now they sit there with stupid headlight-struck-deer looks on their faces and try to figure out what happened.
They had the money. They spent the money. It didn't work. It didn't work because the message they sent with that money was a message of hate, and a message of EXclusion. The Republican party has become the party of Rich, Old, White, MALE Fundamentalist Christian Whackadoodles. They're so far from being "conservative" as to be laughable.
Here's why you lost, Republicans:
The USA is a secular country. It is not a "christian" country - and it will never be a "moslem" country or a "mormon" country as long as anyone still alive here and now has breath in their bodies. The separation of Church and State is sacred to our nation. Yes, it annoys the christians that they can't force their prayers into public schools. It annoys the moslems that they cant use their "sharia" to justify actions that we find repulsive HERE, when they're able to do it THERE.
But that's the point. True, you can't proselytize in schools - but that bends both ways - the moslems and the hindus and the pagans can't either. (Not that pagans do...)
The churches are not allowed to interfere with state-run programs/places. And this is good, because at the same time - the STATE is not allowed to interfere with your Religion.
The USA has had over 2 generations of Women's Sufferage. We're not going back, boys. Our grandmothers fought for their right to vote - Our mothers voted - and many of us fought and are still fighting for the right to be judged as EQUAL human beings, not chattel to some penis-wielding testosterone factory. (See? We can be condescending and objectifying as well, boys.)
And we aren't going to back down on birth control, reproductive rights or the right to make our own decisions for ourselves. Your pathetic attempt to return to the dark ages lost you votes. Lots of votes. All that "legitimate rape" crap hurt your cause. Stop thinking of us as "the helpless little ladies" - a lot of us have more brains in our pinky fingers than many of you do in your entire testosterone-poisoned bodies.
Something needs to be done about immigration reform. Being an asshat to men and women with latino surnames is NOT immigration reform. It is repulsive. There are many, many illegal aliens in this country that are NOT latino. There are also millions of people with latino surnames who are LEGAL CITIZENS of the USA and do not deserve to be treated as criminals because of their names or ability to speak a 2nd language.
If Allen West and Herman Cain are the best examples of black men that you can come up with - then you seriously need to look a little harder.
Mitt Romney was the sanest of the candidates you fielded. Ron Paul has a few good ideas, but once you rub the surface, he's a nut job. Santorum doesn't understand the first sentance after "Here's why you lost", above. Rick Perry has good hair - and nothing of substance underneath it. Herman Cain doesn't even know how to make PIZZA. Newt. What can you say about Newt. Tossed out of his job as Speaker of the House is what you can say. And then there's Michelle.....Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess. I don't even know where to BEGIN to list what is wrong with Michelle Bachmann. There's just too much material...
But Mitt had fatal flaws. His mormon upbringing taught him that Black people were unworthy to hold membership in his church, whether they would choose to buy into the majick underwear or not. That women exist only to serve men. He was born on third base and to this day thinks he hit a triple. In the middle of one of the worst financial declines in the history of the USA, Mitt is building a house with a CAR ELEVATOR. His wife drives "a couple of caddilacs". He had her dancing pony shipped over to the London Olympics, then proceeded to insult the British hosts of said same olympics.
Sending Paul Ryan to fake a photo-op at a soup kitchen... and getting caught.
The people know phoney. People don't want phoney in the white house.
The world has changed, Republicans.
The USA citizens no longer consider women chattel.
The USA citizens are Asian and Black and Brown and Peachy-pink
The USA citizens no longer NEED to hide their sexual preferences in a closet
The USA citizens are tired of waiting to be "trickled" on - and you fat rich old white guys might want to re-read "A Tale of Two Cities", because somewhere, Madame LeFarge is knitting.
Thank the Goddess, President Obama was re-elected. He is not the "ONE". He is no savior, he is not SuperPresident. He's just a guy. But he's not Romney/Ryan, and that counts for everything.
The Republican pundits and media and political operatives are falling all over themselves to find the reason for this "surprising" loss. They've resorted to name calling (pimps, whores, maggots, various racial slurs...), they've all given one or another "reason" - never blaming themselves or their policies, however.
One writer almost got it right, but then veered off the track and went for finger-pointing again instead of follow-thru. The Republicans need to make their "tent" bigger. They went seriously out of their way to make it smaller... and smaller... and smaller... and now they sit there with stupid headlight-struck-deer looks on their faces and try to figure out what happened.
They had the money. They spent the money. It didn't work. It didn't work because the message they sent with that money was a message of hate, and a message of EXclusion. The Republican party has become the party of Rich, Old, White, MALE Fundamentalist Christian Whackadoodles. They're so far from being "conservative" as to be laughable.
Here's why you lost, Republicans:
The USA is a secular country. It is not a "christian" country - and it will never be a "moslem" country or a "mormon" country as long as anyone still alive here and now has breath in their bodies. The separation of Church and State is sacred to our nation. Yes, it annoys the christians that they can't force their prayers into public schools. It annoys the moslems that they cant use their "sharia" to justify actions that we find repulsive HERE, when they're able to do it THERE.
But that's the point. True, you can't proselytize in schools - but that bends both ways - the moslems and the hindus and the pagans can't either. (Not that pagans do...)
The churches are not allowed to interfere with state-run programs/places. And this is good, because at the same time - the STATE is not allowed to interfere with your Religion.
The USA has had over 2 generations of Women's Sufferage. We're not going back, boys. Our grandmothers fought for their right to vote - Our mothers voted - and many of us fought and are still fighting for the right to be judged as EQUAL human beings, not chattel to some penis-wielding testosterone factory. (See? We can be condescending and objectifying as well, boys.)
And we aren't going to back down on birth control, reproductive rights or the right to make our own decisions for ourselves. Your pathetic attempt to return to the dark ages lost you votes. Lots of votes. All that "legitimate rape" crap hurt your cause. Stop thinking of us as "the helpless little ladies" - a lot of us have more brains in our pinky fingers than many of you do in your entire testosterone-poisoned bodies.
Something needs to be done about immigration reform. Being an asshat to men and women with latino surnames is NOT immigration reform. It is repulsive. There are many, many illegal aliens in this country that are NOT latino. There are also millions of people with latino surnames who are LEGAL CITIZENS of the USA and do not deserve to be treated as criminals because of their names or ability to speak a 2nd language.
If Allen West and Herman Cain are the best examples of black men that you can come up with - then you seriously need to look a little harder.
Mitt Romney was the sanest of the candidates you fielded. Ron Paul has a few good ideas, but once you rub the surface, he's a nut job. Santorum doesn't understand the first sentance after "Here's why you lost", above. Rick Perry has good hair - and nothing of substance underneath it. Herman Cain doesn't even know how to make PIZZA. Newt. What can you say about Newt. Tossed out of his job as Speaker of the House is what you can say. And then there's Michelle.....Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess. I don't even know where to BEGIN to list what is wrong with Michelle Bachmann. There's just too much material...
But Mitt had fatal flaws. His mormon upbringing taught him that Black people were unworthy to hold membership in his church, whether they would choose to buy into the majick underwear or not. That women exist only to serve men. He was born on third base and to this day thinks he hit a triple. In the middle of one of the worst financial declines in the history of the USA, Mitt is building a house with a CAR ELEVATOR. His wife drives "a couple of caddilacs". He had her dancing pony shipped over to the London Olympics, then proceeded to insult the British hosts of said same olympics.
Sending Paul Ryan to fake a photo-op at a soup kitchen... and getting caught.
The people know phoney. People don't want phoney in the white house.
The world has changed, Republicans.
The USA citizens no longer consider women chattel.
The USA citizens are Asian and Black and Brown and Peachy-pink
The USA citizens no longer NEED to hide their sexual preferences in a closet
The USA citizens are tired of waiting to be "trickled" on - and you fat rich old white guys might want to re-read "A Tale of Two Cities", because somewhere, Madame LeFarge is knitting.
Monday, October 08, 2012
Home again, home again
Yes, I am back home again, after a nice road-trip to Denver. I like taking road trips. I bring along a few friends like ZZ-Top and Aerosmith and the Stones, and we all sing and watch the miles go by. Count the cows. Count how many times you cross over the Platte River. (which is looking VERY SAD due to the drought. More like platte mud flats, to be honest.)
A lot of the time, tho, I keep the CD player off and just listen to the world going by. It relaxes me. I like seeing a lot of wind-farms too.
This year, the destination was Denver, the reason being twofold - even threefold, sorta - first, foremost and best, I got to hang out with Amelia and her mom and dad for a day and got my fill (for the moment) of baby-holding and cuddles.
She certainly IS a little cuddlebunny,
We went out to dinner at a "Chicago Style" hot-dog place. Amanda pronounced it adequate as a substitute for Portillos. They have a sign-in book for Chicago "Ex-Pats", which she signed. If you're in Denver, it's on Colfax, right - and I do mean RIGHT across teh street from Casa Bonita. Yes, "That" Casa Bonita, for those who have seen the Southpark Episode (or have lived in Denver). I had not seen it, but I've been there several times back in the halcyon days of being married before everything got strange and uncomfortable and we broke it off. I have since seen the Southpark Episode. I laughed.
I am told that the food there has deteriorated, and that it's not all that and a box of pop-rocks anymore. This is sad. It was kinda fun, even as an adult, back in the days when I lived in Denver. When dinosaurs roamed the earth.
The second reason was to have lunch with an old friend - the first one I made in Colorado, as the state is not really all that friendly to outsiders. Especially in Colorado Springs, where I first lived after getting married. People who live in the Springs are rather insular. I suspect it has to do with so many tourists and military coming in and messing with their economy and traffic patterns, but it is hell on a newlywed. I would wake up, go out of the house to get the newspaper, look up, see Pike's Peak - and flip that Muthafucka Mountain right off.
Ok, childish, I admit - but it did the fucking mountain no harm, and it was less combative than flipping off the hubby.
The 3rd-ish reason was to go see my tree. Back in the early 80's I planted a tree with my daughter "helping" (as only a 2-1/2 yr old can). I planted a Silver maple - because Denver needs deciduous trees. Aspens don't count, they are stupid. So... here is my tree (and the top of the Little Blue Neon). Almost 30 years old.(The tree, not the Neon. The Neon is 12.) Yay tree. (Yay Neon)
A lot of the time, tho, I keep the CD player off and just listen to the world going by. It relaxes me. I like seeing a lot of wind-farms too.
This year, the destination was Denver, the reason being twofold - even threefold, sorta - first, foremost and best, I got to hang out with Amelia and her mom and dad for a day and got my fill (for the moment) of baby-holding and cuddles.
She certainly IS a little cuddlebunny,
We went out to dinner at a "Chicago Style" hot-dog place. Amanda pronounced it adequate as a substitute for Portillos. They have a sign-in book for Chicago "Ex-Pats", which she signed. If you're in Denver, it's on Colfax, right - and I do mean RIGHT across teh street from Casa Bonita. Yes, "That" Casa Bonita, for those who have seen the Southpark Episode (or have lived in Denver). I had not seen it, but I've been there several times back in the halcyon days of being married before everything got strange and uncomfortable and we broke it off. I have since seen the Southpark Episode. I laughed.
I am told that the food there has deteriorated, and that it's not all that and a box of pop-rocks anymore. This is sad. It was kinda fun, even as an adult, back in the days when I lived in Denver. When dinosaurs roamed the earth.
The second reason was to have lunch with an old friend - the first one I made in Colorado, as the state is not really all that friendly to outsiders. Especially in Colorado Springs, where I first lived after getting married. People who live in the Springs are rather insular. I suspect it has to do with so many tourists and military coming in and messing with their economy and traffic patterns, but it is hell on a newlywed. I would wake up, go out of the house to get the newspaper, look up, see Pike's Peak - and flip that Muthafucka Mountain right off.
Ok, childish, I admit - but it did the fucking mountain no harm, and it was less combative than flipping off the hubby.
The 3rd-ish reason was to go see my tree. Back in the early 80's I planted a tree with my daughter "helping" (as only a 2-1/2 yr old can). I planted a Silver maple - because Denver needs deciduous trees. Aspens don't count, they are stupid. So... here is my tree (and the top of the Little Blue Neon). Almost 30 years old.(The tree, not the Neon. The Neon is 12.) Yay tree. (Yay Neon)
Thursday, September 20, 2012
I'm gonna go see the baby!
Very soon, I'm gonna take to the highway and go drive to where my daughter is living (about 1000 miles away) to go meet little Amelia. Of course, MOST of us get happy and excited to meet a new addition to the family, but this means more to me, I think, than to some other people, for a very specific reason.
Amelia is only my 2nd "blood relative" that I've ever known. As I like to tell my doctors, my mother was never pregnant. I share no genetic material with either of my parents. As much as I loved my mother, and utterly adore my Dad, I've never looked like either of them - and forget about SPTLM, there's NO resemblance there. There was always something missing (to me) in life, when I'd hear how someone was "The spit & image of Great Uncle Whoever".
I didn't look like anybody. Nobody else looked like me. I don't have my mom's nose, or my dad's eyes. In a photo of the family, I could just as easily be photobombing the snapshot.
When my daughter was smaller, she looked rather more like her father's side of the family. Same head-shape as her paternal grandfather. Ears like her Dad. She had my haircolor, but his curls. But I knew - I KNEW there were tiny things I noted, and she would someday look "like me" in some way.
Lately, I see photos of her and I can identify a little more of "me" in her pictures. I won't go into detail, she probably wouldn't appreciate it - but that tiny thrill of having someone who looks like me just tickles me every time I notice it. Don't get me wrong - I could not have picked out better parents if I'd had a mug-shot book and CV on them before joining the family. Yes, there are, have been, and always will be, some significant differences, but I love them dearly. They are my parents.
Not that everyone in the family sees it that way. Some thought of us as "those adopted kids", rather than legitimate members of the family.(Yes, I am glaring at YOU, Cousin Laurie S.)
So, "Cousin" Laurie - I'm gonna be going to visit my beautiful granddaughter very soon. And someday, she'll look SOMEHOW like me - even if it is only the shape of her fingernails or the size of her... um... chest. And that will make me happy.
Meanwhile, I fart in your general direction.
Amelia is only my 2nd "blood relative" that I've ever known. As I like to tell my doctors, my mother was never pregnant. I share no genetic material with either of my parents. As much as I loved my mother, and utterly adore my Dad, I've never looked like either of them - and forget about SPTLM, there's NO resemblance there. There was always something missing (to me) in life, when I'd hear how someone was "The spit & image of Great Uncle Whoever".
I didn't look like anybody. Nobody else looked like me. I don't have my mom's nose, or my dad's eyes. In a photo of the family, I could just as easily be photobombing the snapshot.
When my daughter was smaller, she looked rather more like her father's side of the family. Same head-shape as her paternal grandfather. Ears like her Dad. She had my haircolor, but his curls. But I knew - I KNEW there were tiny things I noted, and she would someday look "like me" in some way.
Lately, I see photos of her and I can identify a little more of "me" in her pictures. I won't go into detail, she probably wouldn't appreciate it - but that tiny thrill of having someone who looks like me just tickles me every time I notice it. Don't get me wrong - I could not have picked out better parents if I'd had a mug-shot book and CV on them before joining the family. Yes, there are, have been, and always will be, some significant differences, but I love them dearly. They are my parents.
Not that everyone in the family sees it that way. Some thought of us as "those adopted kids", rather than legitimate members of the family.(Yes, I am glaring at YOU, Cousin Laurie S.)
So, "Cousin" Laurie - I'm gonna be going to visit my beautiful granddaughter very soon. And someday, she'll look SOMEHOW like me - even if it is only the shape of her fingernails or the size of her... um... chest. And that will make me happy.
Meanwhile, I fart in your general direction.
Thursday, August 09, 2012
Juxtaposition
Monday at around noon-ish, I noticed a FB post that my daughter and her guy were on the way to the hospital to have their baby. I was excited, yet calm, slightly concerned (because childbirth is never guaranteed problem-free), yet also confident that my daughter would do well.
No word, no word, no word... but still, the daughter took 8 1/2 hours to show up, so I was just being impatient, one of my less endearing traits, I fear.
I had some errands to run, so I got home about 7 pm. About 7:30 I discovered that I had no water. I knew I paid the water bill - paid it well before it was due, in fact. I verified this on the internet with my bank-online thingy. Nothing to do now but wait until morning so I could call the water dept. Sent an e-mail to boss that I'd be late.
About 10 pm-ish, I got the call from J, telling me my granddaughter had arrived. Daughter and Granddaughter both doing well. I was so happy, and slightly overwhelmed and "babbly" - no doubt scaring the baby's daddy with what I jerk I was. (And still angry about the water thingy.)
First thing in the AM I called the office (in case he didn't get message), then called the water dept. They sent out a guy faster than asap - I hardly had time to get out of jammies and into real clothes! A leak in the meter room. Not my fault, not the village fault - gotta call association.
By now I'm furious. (I also have a photo of Amelia, which calmed me down) Got the assn on the line and went thru the hoops they make you jump thru to get something done, which aggravates me a lot - but finally got water back about 2pm Tuesday.
Apparently COMCAST XFINITY installers were installing cable to someone else's condo unit and drilled thru the concrete wall and straight into the main water pipe going to my house.
Not bothering to leave a note. Not saying a damn thing. Just shut off my water and ran away.
I hope their nuts rot and fall off.
OTOH, I'm a grandma, I have the most utterly gorgeous granddaughter on the planet, and now that I have water again, I'm happy!
Whatta Week!
No word, no word, no word... but still, the daughter took 8 1/2 hours to show up, so I was just being impatient, one of my less endearing traits, I fear.
I had some errands to run, so I got home about 7 pm. About 7:30 I discovered that I had no water. I knew I paid the water bill - paid it well before it was due, in fact. I verified this on the internet with my bank-online thingy. Nothing to do now but wait until morning so I could call the water dept. Sent an e-mail to boss that I'd be late.
About 10 pm-ish, I got the call from J, telling me my granddaughter had arrived. Daughter and Granddaughter both doing well. I was so happy, and slightly overwhelmed and "babbly" - no doubt scaring the baby's daddy with what I jerk I was. (And still angry about the water thingy.)
First thing in the AM I called the office (in case he didn't get message), then called the water dept. They sent out a guy faster than asap - I hardly had time to get out of jammies and into real clothes! A leak in the meter room. Not my fault, not the village fault - gotta call association.
By now I'm furious. (I also have a photo of Amelia, which calmed me down) Got the assn on the line and went thru the hoops they make you jump thru to get something done, which aggravates me a lot - but finally got water back about 2pm Tuesday.
Apparently COMCAST XFINITY installers were installing cable to someone else's condo unit and drilled thru the concrete wall and straight into the main water pipe going to my house.
Not bothering to leave a note. Not saying a damn thing. Just shut off my water and ran away.
I hope their nuts rot and fall off.
OTOH, I'm a grandma, I have the most utterly gorgeous granddaughter on the planet, and now that I have water again, I'm happy!
Whatta Week!
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Friday, August 03, 2012
Waiting.... Waiting....
Amelia was "due" on Wednesday. Haven't heard from the daughter since Wed....
I wonder if I'm a gramma yet.
I wonder if I'm a gramma yet.
Monday, July 30, 2012
There's a box on its way to Scotland...
And it should be there in about a week.
It has a cozy, cozy quilt in it. But Kal wants to be surprised, so I can't post my photos of "in progress" until he gets it.
But it is DONE! It is GONE! And now I am struggling with the one for Nemo who is now officially going to be named "Amelia", which I think is very pretty.
One more done. I like finishing these!
It has a cozy, cozy quilt in it. But Kal wants to be surprised, so I can't post my photos of "in progress" until he gets it.
But it is DONE! It is GONE! And now I am struggling with the one for Nemo who is now officially going to be named "Amelia", which I think is very pretty.
One more done. I like finishing these!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
AAAHHhhhhhh - iced tea and less heat!
The weather has finally broken, cooler air coming for the next bit - and as a result I've managed to wrastle the baby quilt onto the frame and actually took a few stitches this morning before heading off late to work.
What does this mean for Kal's quilt? Well, it means that I tried doing the fancy stitching thing I was gonna do to "finish" it - and it sucked tepid pond slime, so I have taken it OFF the frame, and am picking out the bit of "fancy crap" that I did and will bind it and mail it shortly! If I ever get an address to mail it TO.
I guess I'm going to just have to admit to myself that fancy-schmancy is not my forte and stick with straight lines and geometric. I tried fancy-schmancy once before - on the "monstrosity" quilt, and I have no idea when it may or may not be finished, as I will have to fancy a bit more to get it done and it irritates me.
According to Huffington Post, testicle-eating fish have been found in a southern Illinois lake. While I am concerned with regard to the introduction of non-native species to the ecosystem - I laughed.
What does this mean for Kal's quilt? Well, it means that I tried doing the fancy stitching thing I was gonna do to "finish" it - and it sucked tepid pond slime, so I have taken it OFF the frame, and am picking out the bit of "fancy crap" that I did and will bind it and mail it shortly! If I ever get an address to mail it TO.
I guess I'm going to just have to admit to myself that fancy-schmancy is not my forte and stick with straight lines and geometric. I tried fancy-schmancy once before - on the "monstrosity" quilt, and I have no idea when it may or may not be finished, as I will have to fancy a bit more to get it done and it irritates me.
According to Huffington Post, testicle-eating fish have been found in a southern Illinois lake. While I am concerned with regard to the introduction of non-native species to the ecosystem - I laughed.
Monday, July 02, 2012
Urp.... no!
It's been hotter than hot here lately, with high humidity. I agree with the DJ on the radio the other day - if I can find the idiot who invented the "heat index", I will thrash him to within an inch of his life!
So I'm on my way to work this AM - well, not to work per se, I had to drop the Little Blue Neon off at the car doctor, because his orangey engine idiot light came on and stayed on, and he was making kind of a funny squealy noise once in a while, so maybe I'll be lucky and it's just a loose belt, but even so, I have an emissions test thingy I have to do before I can get my license plates sticker this year so I want to make sure he will pass.
Can I run on a sentance or WHAT?
So anyhow, I"m on my way to work, and my tummy feels ucky. Then it felt more ucky. Uckier. Whatever. Then I was holding on to my tummy, driving with my right hand and having to shift too which is hard to do one-handed.
Then I felt like.... "oh shit... here it comes"... So I pulled off the road and into a parkinglot because barfing in a parkinglot seemed more civilized than puking in the road. This is not "drama", this is just how my mind works, deal with it.
Anyhow, I took off the seatbelt, leaned out the door... and felt better. Sat up - felt like puking again. so I just hung out the door for a while until all of the "sicky" feeling left, and then I was ok and drove to the car doctor and left the LBN there because those people are way the fuck cool people who know me (and the LBN) and will take care of my car even if I show up without an appointment!
So I'm on my way to work this AM - well, not to work per se, I had to drop the Little Blue Neon off at the car doctor, because his orangey engine idiot light came on and stayed on, and he was making kind of a funny squealy noise once in a while, so maybe I'll be lucky and it's just a loose belt, but even so, I have an emissions test thingy I have to do before I can get my license plates sticker this year so I want to make sure he will pass.
Can I run on a sentance or WHAT?
So anyhow, I"m on my way to work, and my tummy feels ucky. Then it felt more ucky. Uckier. Whatever. Then I was holding on to my tummy, driving with my right hand and having to shift too which is hard to do one-handed.
Then I felt like.... "oh shit... here it comes"... So I pulled off the road and into a parkinglot because barfing in a parkinglot seemed more civilized than puking in the road. This is not "drama", this is just how my mind works, deal with it.
Anyhow, I took off the seatbelt, leaned out the door... and felt better. Sat up - felt like puking again. so I just hung out the door for a while until all of the "sicky" feeling left, and then I was ok and drove to the car doctor and left the LBN there because those people are way the fuck cool people who know me (and the LBN) and will take care of my car even if I show up without an appointment!
Friday, June 22, 2012
Mike Callton from Michigan (R-Nashville) Thinks Women are repulsive
Yes, the RepubliCONS in Michigan have decided that the very birth canal that GOD ALMIGHTY gave to women in order for them to produce LIFE ITSELF in the form of PRECIOUS BABIES - is so repulsive, it cannot be mentioned in mixed company - much less upon the floor of the Michigan legislature.
As they debate the issue of whether women should be forced to undergo an UNNECESSARY and potentially dangerous medical procedure in order to procure a TOTALLY LEGAL and possibly medically necessary abortion.
This would be a trans-hoohah... um... trans-c*nt.... um.... trans-pussy.... um.... trans-front-butt... umm.... trans-bearded-clam.... um..... oh to hell with it... TRANSVAGINAL ultrasound. You know, where they stick an ultrasound wand up inside the VAGINA????
Xtians are disgusting.
RepubliCONS are the most disgusting Xtians
Michigan RepubliCONS are so repulsive, they shouldn't be mentioned in mixed company.
Mike Callton should have been aborted.
As they debate the issue of whether women should be forced to undergo an UNNECESSARY and potentially dangerous medical procedure in order to procure a TOTALLY LEGAL and possibly medically necessary abortion.
This would be a trans-hoohah... um... trans-c*nt.... um.... trans-pussy.... um.... trans-front-butt... umm.... trans-bearded-clam.... um..... oh to hell with it... TRANSVAGINAL ultrasound. You know, where they stick an ultrasound wand up inside the VAGINA????
Xtians are disgusting.
RepubliCONS are the most disgusting Xtians
Michigan RepubliCONS are so repulsive, they shouldn't be mentioned in mixed company.
Mike Callton should have been aborted.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Ok, how did I do?
Ok, this is the quilt photo that provided the inspiration for Nemo's First Quilt From Gramma:
This is the pieced (not yet quilted or bound) quilt top that I made. I was never supposed to be an "exact duplicate" - but I think I caught the "feeling" of the original, while still making it for a child who's fetal nickname is "NEMO".
Whatcha think?
This is the pieced (not yet quilted or bound) quilt top that I made. I was never supposed to be an "exact duplicate" - but I think I caught the "feeling" of the original, while still making it for a child who's fetal nickname is "NEMO".
Whatcha think?
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Minor Annoyances
Or, First World Troubles
1) Speedway commercials. They are NOT "convenient stores" - they are GAS STATIONS. GAS STATIONS. PETROL STATIONS. GAS STATIONS. Stop calling them "Stores". They are GAS STATIONS. With a few chips and sodas.
2) Comcast. Ok, yes, I realize that the high winds knocked down power lines, the only entrance/egress from my subdivision was closed. Yes, there was a power failure in my condo. Yes, my microwave was flashing "RESET" when I finally got home at 7 bloody 45 last nite. So how come it takes you like EIGHT FREAKING HOURS to reset your DNS server so that we poor internet junkies can get our before-bedtime-fix?
3) Honking Asshats. Honk. Honk... and they're not Canadian Geese - they are asshats behind the wheel - generally behind the wheel of SUV's (Soccer-Mom-Mobiles). This morning the Asshat Of The Day was driving a grey Chevy SUV - and wearing a wife-beater t-shirt, smoking and honking and being a dick. Where the holy fuck are the cops when we need them?
OTOH - the baby's quilt top is almost finished. I have only 1 row of border to put on the outside and then it will be ready for the frame. Need to get Kal's done now ASAP!
1) Speedway commercials. They are NOT "convenient stores" - they are GAS STATIONS. GAS STATIONS. PETROL STATIONS. GAS STATIONS. Stop calling them "Stores". They are GAS STATIONS. With a few chips and sodas.
2) Comcast. Ok, yes, I realize that the high winds knocked down power lines, the only entrance/egress from my subdivision was closed. Yes, there was a power failure in my condo. Yes, my microwave was flashing "RESET" when I finally got home at 7 bloody 45 last nite. So how come it takes you like EIGHT FREAKING HOURS to reset your DNS server so that we poor internet junkies can get our before-bedtime-fix?
3) Honking Asshats. Honk. Honk... and they're not Canadian Geese - they are asshats behind the wheel - generally behind the wheel of SUV's (Soccer-Mom-Mobiles). This morning the Asshat Of The Day was driving a grey Chevy SUV - and wearing a wife-beater t-shirt, smoking and honking and being a dick. Where the holy fuck are the cops when we need them?
OTOH - the baby's quilt top is almost finished. I have only 1 row of border to put on the outside and then it will be ready for the frame. Need to get Kal's done now ASAP!
Thursday, June 07, 2012
10 items or Less
Item 1 - Goose Update
Went to Costco to get drugs last nite. The gooses were gone. The eggs were gone too. This concerned me somewhat because there are companies out there that do goose removal and egg destructions because we have a Canadian Goose Overpopulation problem. I asked the "check your ID" lady at the front entrance what happened with the goose. She said that the goose sat on the eggs for the LONGEST time, but they hatched, and she paraded them down to the little retention pond over to the east of the parking lot, so that turned out ok. I guess the Costco people were kind of protective of their pet wild geese. This made me smile.
Item 2 - Drugs
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I am so angry at Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Illinois. I need to take this drug, and it only comes in 1500 unit packages. My dr. wants me to take 1800 units/month. Pharmacy will not dispense a second package, because BCBS will not allow dispensing of more than a 34 day supply. I am furious. I am going to get action on this. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Item 3 - Cat
My cat is obnoxious. And adorable, of course, but obnoxious at 2 a.m. when trying to make a quick potty dash, splash and run back to bed - she comes in and starts petting my leg until I pet her back. Now I ask you - do I pester her when she's in the litter box? No. No, I do not. I really think that as I am the Provider Of The Sacred Kibble, I deserve a little privacy when "indisposed".
Item 4 - Chocolate
Damn you, Choccy. Damn you, why are you so yummy, yet so sugary and bad for my blood sugars? DAMN you!
Item 5 - Quiltaholic pause
I am at a difficult point in the Nemo quilt. I have blocks and blocks all made, now I have to assemble them into rows, then sew the rows together. This means a lot of "point" (seam) matching, which is a BFPITA (big, fat PITA). So I walk past the sewing room, THINK about assembly - and then don't even open the door. This is NOT getting anything done. It is also not getting Kal's quilt done, which is a priority, seeing as I am down to 24 1/4 straightaways left and then binding and OFF it goes!
Item 6 - Not Enough Zoo
So the outter border of the Nemo quilt is going to have a zoo print on it which will kind of pull all of the other colors together and give Manda something to talk to the baby about "See the blue elephants? Elephants are not really blue, but your Grandma is goofy". But I also wanted to make a pillow cover for a baby pillow which I know you're not supposed to give babies pillows, but Manda had one from when she was about 4 or so and she LUUUUVVVVED her pillie, so I got a small pillow form and will make a cover for it that coordinates with the Nemo quilt, except Nemo the Grandfetus is a girl, so I don't want it to be too blue, so I was gonna make it with the zoo fabric, but I don't think I have enough of it and that suxxorz.
Can I run-on a sentance or WHAT???!!!
Item 7 - Automotive Paint
Ok, here is one that I never had a problem with before. I do, however, see a lot of cars lately with the same problem, so there MUST be a solution.
My car looks like it has leprosy. There are patches of white ... stuff ... but not really stuff, more like the paint is all blotchy/bleachy. It doesn't flake off. But it looks horrible. In one spot (the first place it showed up) it did kind of rub off a bit, but now it is surrounded by more of the white stuff and the place in the center is kind of dull and sad looking.
Someone at work said my paint is "oxidizing" - but I looked at photos on the web of paint oxidation and it doesn't really look like that. It looks more like someone sprayed leprosy on my car.
The car is 12 years old. I don't expect it to look like the day I snagged it off the showroom floor - and it will have to last a while longer too. But the paint thing is annoying and if anyone has any suggestions - speak up, please!
Item 8 - TSA at the airport.
So, it seems TSA is getting in trouble for stealing things from passengers and for not groping enough passengers at Oh-Dark-Thirty when there are only a handfull of elderly passengers to grope.
So I wondered - what would they do if you got picked to be one of the "lucky" ones who get the full "pat-down" groping inspection, and instead of being a sheep, you started to moan and groan and have an "orgasm" while being groped.
I'm sure the other folks in line would laugh their asses off - but could they like ARREST you for it? Is there a LAW about getting "turned on" by a TSA grope-down? I mean, how would THEY know you aren't just really, REALLY sensitive to genital or mammary manipulation.... *evil grin*
Ok, that's less than 10 items - please walk thru, swipe your card and take the items from the counter. Have a nice day.
Went to Costco to get drugs last nite. The gooses were gone. The eggs were gone too. This concerned me somewhat because there are companies out there that do goose removal and egg destructions because we have a Canadian Goose Overpopulation problem. I asked the "check your ID" lady at the front entrance what happened with the goose. She said that the goose sat on the eggs for the LONGEST time, but they hatched, and she paraded them down to the little retention pond over to the east of the parking lot, so that turned out ok. I guess the Costco people were kind of protective of their pet wild geese. This made me smile.
Item 2 - Drugs
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I am so angry at Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Illinois. I need to take this drug, and it only comes in 1500 unit packages. My dr. wants me to take 1800 units/month. Pharmacy will not dispense a second package, because BCBS will not allow dispensing of more than a 34 day supply. I am furious. I am going to get action on this. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Item 3 - Cat
My cat is obnoxious. And adorable, of course, but obnoxious at 2 a.m. when trying to make a quick potty dash, splash and run back to bed - she comes in and starts petting my leg until I pet her back. Now I ask you - do I pester her when she's in the litter box? No. No, I do not. I really think that as I am the Provider Of The Sacred Kibble, I deserve a little privacy when "indisposed".
Item 4 - Chocolate
Damn you, Choccy. Damn you, why are you so yummy, yet so sugary and bad for my blood sugars? DAMN you!
Item 5 - Quiltaholic pause
I am at a difficult point in the Nemo quilt. I have blocks and blocks all made, now I have to assemble them into rows, then sew the rows together. This means a lot of "point" (seam) matching, which is a BFPITA (big, fat PITA). So I walk past the sewing room, THINK about assembly - and then don't even open the door. This is NOT getting anything done. It is also not getting Kal's quilt done, which is a priority, seeing as I am down to 24 1/4 straightaways left and then binding and OFF it goes!
Item 6 - Not Enough Zoo
So the outter border of the Nemo quilt is going to have a zoo print on it which will kind of pull all of the other colors together and give Manda something to talk to the baby about "See the blue elephants? Elephants are not really blue, but your Grandma is goofy". But I also wanted to make a pillow cover for a baby pillow which I know you're not supposed to give babies pillows, but Manda had one from when she was about 4 or so and she LUUUUVVVVED her pillie, so I got a small pillow form and will make a cover for it that coordinates with the Nemo quilt, except Nemo the Grandfetus is a girl, so I don't want it to be too blue, so I was gonna make it with the zoo fabric, but I don't think I have enough of it and that suxxorz.
Can I run-on a sentance or WHAT???!!!
Item 7 - Automotive Paint
Ok, here is one that I never had a problem with before. I do, however, see a lot of cars lately with the same problem, so there MUST be a solution.
My car looks like it has leprosy. There are patches of white ... stuff ... but not really stuff, more like the paint is all blotchy/bleachy. It doesn't flake off. But it looks horrible. In one spot (the first place it showed up) it did kind of rub off a bit, but now it is surrounded by more of the white stuff and the place in the center is kind of dull and sad looking.
Someone at work said my paint is "oxidizing" - but I looked at photos on the web of paint oxidation and it doesn't really look like that. It looks more like someone sprayed leprosy on my car.
The car is 12 years old. I don't expect it to look like the day I snagged it off the showroom floor - and it will have to last a while longer too. But the paint thing is annoying and if anyone has any suggestions - speak up, please!
Item 8 - TSA at the airport.
So, it seems TSA is getting in trouble for stealing things from passengers and for not groping enough passengers at Oh-Dark-Thirty when there are only a handfull of elderly passengers to grope.
So I wondered - what would they do if you got picked to be one of the "lucky" ones who get the full "pat-down" groping inspection, and instead of being a sheep, you started to moan and groan and have an "orgasm" while being groped.
I'm sure the other folks in line would laugh their asses off - but could they like ARREST you for it? Is there a LAW about getting "turned on" by a TSA grope-down? I mean, how would THEY know you aren't just really, REALLY sensitive to genital or mammary manipulation.... *evil grin*
Ok, that's less than 10 items - please walk thru, swipe your card and take the items from the counter. Have a nice day.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
May already 1/2 gone...
Where did it run off to?
I haven't planted ANYTHING at all this year yet. I may not. The quilting bug seems well-entrenched, along with some knitting that I started because I wanted to make something "girly" for Nemo, and there was this cute white and purple and pink yarn at the store. Usually by this time of year I have put out a bunch of "will die soon" annuals and a tomato plant and a pepper or something at least.
I think the mexican bean beetles did me in last year. The bean plants were doing SO well, and then almost overnight they were totally denuded of vegetation. I was teh sad. Not that I am overfond of fresh beans - I actually prefer the ones in a can, sick puppy that I am - but I hate to have my garden produce destroyed by BUGS. Icky nasty disgusting BUGS.
So anyhow, here is a photopiccy of part of little Nemo's quilt that is pieced, laying on my ironing board.
I am having a bit of an issue with getting the pinwheels to line up the way I want them to do - but in the end, it is for a baby, and babies barf and poo and do all kinds of icky messy things on their blankets and such, so I will probably just end up sewing it all together and hoping for the best.
I haven't planted ANYTHING at all this year yet. I may not. The quilting bug seems well-entrenched, along with some knitting that I started because I wanted to make something "girly" for Nemo, and there was this cute white and purple and pink yarn at the store. Usually by this time of year I have put out a bunch of "will die soon" annuals and a tomato plant and a pepper or something at least.
I think the mexican bean beetles did me in last year. The bean plants were doing SO well, and then almost overnight they were totally denuded of vegetation. I was teh sad. Not that I am overfond of fresh beans - I actually prefer the ones in a can, sick puppy that I am - but I hate to have my garden produce destroyed by BUGS. Icky nasty disgusting BUGS.
So anyhow, here is a photopiccy of part of little Nemo's quilt that is pieced, laying on my ironing board.
I am having a bit of an issue with getting the pinwheels to line up the way I want them to do - but in the end, it is for a baby, and babies barf and poo and do all kinds of icky messy things on their blankets and such, so I will probably just end up sewing it all together and hoping for the best.
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Romeo and Juliet at Costco...
Two Canadian geese.
At the Costco.
One standing, one sitting down.
The sitting down one squats and ruffles feathers and wiggles back and forth.
OMG, she's laying an egg.
In a nest.
In the wood-chip mulch.
In the raised concrete "divider" island
In the parking lot
At the Costco.
I smiled.
At the Costco.
One standing, one sitting down.
The sitting down one squats and ruffles feathers and wiggles back and forth.
OMG, she's laying an egg.
In a nest.
In the wood-chip mulch.
In the raised concrete "divider" island
In the parking lot
At the Costco.
I smiled.
Monday, April 30, 2012
The muse has me by the left arm...
So here I am, not playing video games, not surfing the net, not doing the 10001 "honey-do" type things around the house - no, I am stuck in Quiltaholic mode thanks to my-soon-to-be-grandaughter-but-for-now-still-grandfetus "Nemo". And in order to get Nemo's quilt ON the frame, I need to get Kalshassan's quilt OFF the frame, since I only have the 1 frame, and quilting in a hoop is a serious ANFW.
I did that hoop thing once, it was the most miserable 45" x 45" that I ever quilted. NEVER AGAIN!!
Anyhow, Kalshassan's quilt has been languishing on the frame foryears a very, very long time, and I am now at having only 27 (out of 625) squares and 28 (out of 50) straightaways left to go. I can see the end of the tunnel, and there is a baby quilt hanging there!
Meanwhile, Nemo's quilt is being assembled, parts of it are draped all over Kal's quilt so I can look at them and keep focused. The baby quilt is based on a quilt that I fell in love with in a quilt magazine that I bought because I fell in love with an entirely OTHER quilt that is in the same magazine and on its cover.
And of course, as soon as I started getting fabrics for that one, I stumbled on some fabric with butterflies on it that sang to me, and wanted some cotton-candy-pink fabric to go with them, so I got those, and cut some out....
But then, I found all the greens in my stash boxes and even though they are just EXACTLY the wrong greens for it, I made a quilt top to replace the one for Manda that got trashed a while back - and that goes on the frame as soon as Nemo's is off while I work on piecing Susan's and the butterflies and the blue/brown thingy and the 2 chirstmas ones, and repairing Veggie II, and adjusting the Monstrosity so it can be finished and ....
And yes, Bill, I am still working on it - sheesh, you're SO IMPATIENT!!!
And I don't want to do housework other than what NEEDS doing to keep the Dept. of Health away, and I don't want to play games, and I don't want to do anything, really, except quilt and cut and sew and read books about quilting and cutting and sewing.
I get like this every few eons or so.
ATM it shows no signs of letting up. Randy sent me another of Tone Arm Cobra's recordings, and when he did, it occurred to me that he hears music in his head and NEEDS to get it out of his head and thru his guitar and onto a CD. And I actually can relate now, because I see these quilts in my head and I NEED to get them cut out and pieced and SOMEDAY quilted and bound and signed/dated and put into use by me, or by someone who needs/wants/is-being-forced-to-accept one.
I think that muse thingy may have my right arm too...
I did that hoop thing once, it was the most miserable 45" x 45" that I ever quilted. NEVER AGAIN!!
Anyhow, Kalshassan's quilt has been languishing on the frame for
Meanwhile, Nemo's quilt is being assembled, parts of it are draped all over Kal's quilt so I can look at them and keep focused. The baby quilt is based on a quilt that I fell in love with in a quilt magazine that I bought because I fell in love with an entirely OTHER quilt that is in the same magazine and on its cover.
And of course, as soon as I started getting fabrics for that one, I stumbled on some fabric with butterflies on it that sang to me, and wanted some cotton-candy-pink fabric to go with them, so I got those, and cut some out....
But then, I found all the greens in my stash boxes and even though they are just EXACTLY the wrong greens for it, I made a quilt top to replace the one for Manda that got trashed a while back - and that goes on the frame as soon as Nemo's is off while I work on piecing Susan's and the butterflies and the blue/brown thingy and the 2 chirstmas ones, and repairing Veggie II, and adjusting the Monstrosity so it can be finished and ....
And yes, Bill, I am still working on it - sheesh, you're SO IMPATIENT!!!
And I don't want to do housework other than what NEEDS doing to keep the Dept. of Health away, and I don't want to play games, and I don't want to do anything, really, except quilt and cut and sew and read books about quilting and cutting and sewing.
I get like this every few eons or so.
ATM it shows no signs of letting up. Randy sent me another of Tone Arm Cobra's recordings, and when he did, it occurred to me that he hears music in his head and NEEDS to get it out of his head and thru his guitar and onto a CD. And I actually can relate now, because I see these quilts in my head and I NEED to get them cut out and pieced and SOMEDAY quilted and bound and signed/dated and put into use by me, or by someone who needs/wants/is-being-forced-to-accept one.
I think that muse thingy may have my right arm too...
Thursday, March 29, 2012
I got my hoodie...
Been following this Treyvon Martin story rather closely.
For those of you who aren't conversant:
A young black man (17) was staying at his father's g/friend (fiance?)'s house. He went out to pick up a couple of items from a convenience store, wearing his hoodie sweatshirt. A package of Skittles candy and a can of Arizona iced tea. He began to walk back to the place he was staying, which happened to be in one of Florida's infamous "gated communities".
A self-appointed "Neighborhood Watchman", George Zimmerman - a white guy, allegedly "hispanic", called 911 claiming he was "acting suspiciously". The emergency operator asked if he was following the boy (because, really, 17 is still a boy) - and when Zimmerman responded in the affirmative, the operator told him "We don't need you to do that". I have HEARD this conversation.
Zimmerman then gives such fascinating information as "He's looking around"... "He's looking suspicious"... "These (punks? coons?... whatever, can't hear well) always get away" "He's reaching into his waistband"
The only thing we know for SURE happened next, is that a bunch of neighbors called because of SOMEONE screaming - and a gunshot. When police arrived, Treyvon is dead.
He is still "armed" with nothing more than a can of iced tea and a packet of candy.
George Zimmerman is not arrested. He is not charged. He is taken to the police station in handcuffs, but shortly afterward allowed to leave WITH HIS GUN.
Zimmerman has claimed immunity from prosecution due to Florida's ridiculous "Stand Your Ground" gun law. Apparently the NRA thinks it is JUST FINE that someone can follow unarmed people around, then shoot them dead in COLD BLOOD - just for "looking suspicious".
Zimmerman has since claimed that Treyvon "attacked him", broke his nose and pounded his head into the concrete sidewalk. Bullshit. I've seen the video of the cops bringing him into the station. The stationhouse video camera shows NO BLOOD, no bruises, NOTHING - and lest we forget, head wounds bleed like a motherfucker. Heck, my daughter got hit by a rock when she was small, it cut like a 1/8" wound into her scalp - her waist-length blonde hair was SOAKED with blood. Zimmerman had nothing on his light grey t-shirt.
Zimmerman's appologists have also tried to smear Treyvon. They've posted to the internet about his alleged problems from school. They have posted photos of OTHER young black men, claiming they are of Treyvon - and they have posted one photo of Treyvon which it appears he took of himself - wearing one of those gold-tooth-grill's.
Now, I've seen that photo of Treyvon and the gold teeth. He doesn't look "menacing" - he looks rather like most teenagers look when they are experimenting with makeup and fashion. I remember clearly my own teen years and trying out various different "looks" with makeup. This was back in the heavy-eyeliner, white lipstick years. I'm sure I looked as "menacing".
But the thing remains - doess experimenting with a gold "grill", or having some senior-year issues with school - or wearing a hoodie - or having bought tea and skittles - or walking while black - justify being shot down DEAD by some gun-toting, vigilante, cop-wannabe who had called in almost FIFTY 911 calls during the previous 2 months?
No. It does not.
George Zimmerman's friends say he hasn't been able to stop crying since. Good. I hope he cries forever. They say his life has been ruined. GOOD! Treyvon's life has been not just ruined, but taken from him for NO REASON, other than this Asshole who wanted to be Wyatt Erp. Rot in hell, George Zimmerman. I hear you're in hiding - GOOD. You don't deserve to be walking free.
For those of you who aren't conversant:
A young black man (17) was staying at his father's g/friend (fiance?)'s house. He went out to pick up a couple of items from a convenience store, wearing his hoodie sweatshirt. A package of Skittles candy and a can of Arizona iced tea. He began to walk back to the place he was staying, which happened to be in one of Florida's infamous "gated communities".
A self-appointed "Neighborhood Watchman", George Zimmerman - a white guy, allegedly "hispanic", called 911 claiming he was "acting suspiciously". The emergency operator asked if he was following the boy (because, really, 17 is still a boy) - and when Zimmerman responded in the affirmative, the operator told him "We don't need you to do that". I have HEARD this conversation.
Zimmerman then gives such fascinating information as "He's looking around"... "He's looking suspicious"... "These (punks? coons?... whatever, can't hear well) always get away" "He's reaching into his waistband"
The only thing we know for SURE happened next, is that a bunch of neighbors called because of SOMEONE screaming - and a gunshot. When police arrived, Treyvon is dead.
He is still "armed" with nothing more than a can of iced tea and a packet of candy.
George Zimmerman is not arrested. He is not charged. He is taken to the police station in handcuffs, but shortly afterward allowed to leave WITH HIS GUN.
Zimmerman has claimed immunity from prosecution due to Florida's ridiculous "Stand Your Ground" gun law. Apparently the NRA thinks it is JUST FINE that someone can follow unarmed people around, then shoot them dead in COLD BLOOD - just for "looking suspicious".
Zimmerman has since claimed that Treyvon "attacked him", broke his nose and pounded his head into the concrete sidewalk. Bullshit. I've seen the video of the cops bringing him into the station. The stationhouse video camera shows NO BLOOD, no bruises, NOTHING - and lest we forget, head wounds bleed like a motherfucker. Heck, my daughter got hit by a rock when she was small, it cut like a 1/8" wound into her scalp - her waist-length blonde hair was SOAKED with blood. Zimmerman had nothing on his light grey t-shirt.
Zimmerman's appologists have also tried to smear Treyvon. They've posted to the internet about his alleged problems from school. They have posted photos of OTHER young black men, claiming they are of Treyvon - and they have posted one photo of Treyvon which it appears he took of himself - wearing one of those gold-tooth-grill's.
Now, I've seen that photo of Treyvon and the gold teeth. He doesn't look "menacing" - he looks rather like most teenagers look when they are experimenting with makeup and fashion. I remember clearly my own teen years and trying out various different "looks" with makeup. This was back in the heavy-eyeliner, white lipstick years. I'm sure I looked as "menacing".
But the thing remains - doess experimenting with a gold "grill", or having some senior-year issues with school - or wearing a hoodie - or having bought tea and skittles - or walking while black - justify being shot down DEAD by some gun-toting, vigilante, cop-wannabe who had called in almost FIFTY 911 calls during the previous 2 months?
No. It does not.
George Zimmerman's friends say he hasn't been able to stop crying since. Good. I hope he cries forever. They say his life has been ruined. GOOD! Treyvon's life has been not just ruined, but taken from him for NO REASON, other than this Asshole who wanted to be Wyatt Erp. Rot in hell, George Zimmerman. I hear you're in hiding - GOOD. You don't deserve to be walking free.
Friday, March 02, 2012
Good News Week. Not-So-Good News Week
Not so good: Davy Jones died. *sigh*. One of my first adolescent crushes. He had such a beautiful smile. Short, though. Not entirely a game-breaker, but... short. I do feel very sad for his family, friends and all the rest of us fans. You left too soon, Davy. Rest in peace, Sir.
Good, verging on wonderful:
As you may have noticed if you've read any of my side-bar twitter twits, Andrew Breitbart is DEAD. He was 43 years old. Much younger than Davy. However, he didn't leave soon enough. His mother should have swallowed. Failing that, she should have aborted the abomination. <-yes, I went THERE.
Andrew Breitbart created false documents and "documentaries" in order to destroy the lives, livelihood and entire organization of people whom he disagreed with politically. RIH, Andy - ROT IN HELL. I hope Pat Robertson is butt-fucking him while wearing a razor-studded cock ring as you read this. It would be poetic.
I hope Andrew Breitbart's "lovely 4 children" DO read this. I think it is important for them to know what a vile, heinous and evil man they had as a father. I hope his wife realizes now what a horrible mistake she made in marrying him, and the children know that they are only proof he ejaculated 4 times too many. Spawn of the Devil is, in fact, Spawn of the Devil.
Now if only that disgusting little weasel, James O'Keefe, would follow this good example and drop dead too. It MIGHT just make up for 1/1000'th of the unhappy of losing Davy.
Good, verging on wonderful:
As you may have noticed if you've read any of my side-bar twitter twits, Andrew Breitbart is DEAD. He was 43 years old. Much younger than Davy. However, he didn't leave soon enough. His mother should have swallowed. Failing that, she should have aborted the abomination. <-yes, I went THERE.
Andrew Breitbart created false documents and "documentaries" in order to destroy the lives, livelihood and entire organization of people whom he disagreed with politically. RIH, Andy - ROT IN HELL. I hope Pat Robertson is butt-fucking him while wearing a razor-studded cock ring as you read this. It would be poetic.
I hope Andrew Breitbart's "lovely 4 children" DO read this. I think it is important for them to know what a vile, heinous and evil man they had as a father. I hope his wife realizes now what a horrible mistake she made in marrying him, and the children know that they are only proof he ejaculated 4 times too many. Spawn of the Devil is, in fact, Spawn of the Devil.
Now if only that disgusting little weasel, James O'Keefe, would follow this good example and drop dead too. It MIGHT just make up for 1/1000'th of the unhappy of losing Davy.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
This is what Conservative Republicans look like:
This is what listening to Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter has done to the formerly marginally intelligent Republican Party. Yes, you read that right - someone killed the cat of a Democratic candidate's election worker - and then wrote "LIBERAL" on it, and left it on the front porch for the man's FIVE YEAR OLD SON to find.
Something tells me the culprit was a Good Christian. They usually are. Because Jesus was all about killing family pets and defacing the corpses, then leaving them for children to find. Jesus must be SO proud.
Senator Mark Kirk (R-Illinois) was struck down by a massive stroke yesterday. He's in the hospital, receiving the very BEST of care, from the very BEST of doctors, who will be paid with the very BEST health insurance - because Senator Mark Kirk couldn't WAIT to vote against the health-care bill. Karma is a bitch, isn't she, Senator Mark Kirk?
Godwin's Law notwithstanding, Rick (I want to be President so I can control what YOU do in your own home when you are naked) Santorum has aligned himself with a "Conservative Christian" who has declared that all Democrats are like Nazi's. This on top of his assertion earlier that he doesn't want to make black people's lives better if it means giving them money...
Ricky asks "Please don't GOOGLE my last name... PLEASE"
Mitt No-Silver-spoon (we only do diamond-crusted PLATINUM in my house) Romney ... need we say more?
Something tells me the culprit was a Good Christian. They usually are. Because Jesus was all about killing family pets and defacing the corpses, then leaving them for children to find. Jesus must be SO proud.
Senator Mark Kirk (R-Illinois) was struck down by a massive stroke yesterday. He's in the hospital, receiving the very BEST of care, from the very BEST of doctors, who will be paid with the very BEST health insurance - because Senator Mark Kirk couldn't WAIT to vote against the health-care bill. Karma is a bitch, isn't she, Senator Mark Kirk?
Godwin's Law notwithstanding, Rick (I want to be President so I can control what YOU do in your own home when you are naked) Santorum has aligned himself with a "Conservative Christian" who has declared that all Democrats are like Nazi's. This on top of his assertion earlier that he doesn't want to make black people's lives better if it means giving them money...
Ricky asks "Please don't GOOGLE my last name... PLEASE"
Mitt No-Silver-spoon (we only do diamond-crusted PLATINUM in my house) Romney ... need we say more?
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Achoo
The worst part about having a cold, IMNSHO, isn't the coughing sniffling sneezing aching stuffy head fever part, altho NyQuil did that right.
No, the worst part about having a cold is even if you do NOT medicate yourself to the gills, you still get that weird, floaty, not-really-here-but-here head thing going. Kind of like what it sounds like during the lyric part of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" (not the chorus). "Follow her down.... to a bridge... by a fountain... where rocking-horse people... eat marshmallow pies...." part.
All kind of strange and muted and wobbly. The part that makes you want to curl up in bed with a huge pot of tea and assorted medications on the night-stand and just pull the pillow over your head until the world stops spinning quite so wobbbly-y.
Yes, the Mouse has a cold. And like most people who don't get sick often, I am being a total baby-wuss about it. Oh, I'm going to work, but I'm doing great at the "clutch the kleenex box" and "look at people thru the corners of your eyes" bit. Self-pity module has been engaged and copious cups of really pathetic tea are being drunk, all the while wishing that the hotness would not wear off so that I could keep inhaling the steam, which makes my nose run so I have to clutch my kleenex box again.
But it's only a cold - it's not like it's congestive heart failure or tuberculosis or cancer or anything, so if you complain about it you pretty much get looks like "Man the fuck up, Mouse" - which I can't do because I'm a woman, but you know the looks, those .... looks.
And since everyone at work and his 2nd cousin twice removed with a harelip and a limp has kids, they all get colds on a really regular basis, so there is no sympathy.
When what I really want is for someone in management to take pity and say "Oh, poor little mousie, you look all sicko and sad - go home, with pay, and curl up under a nice warm quilt with a teapot of really hot and tasty chamomile tea on the night-stand and take copious amounts of drugs so you will feel better", and pat me on the head and send me off.
Like that's gonna happen. *sigh*
Because it is, after all, only a freaking COLD.
But I'm sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, I have a stuffy head - and sometimes I get the chills like it was a fever...
Waaaah
No, the worst part about having a cold is even if you do NOT medicate yourself to the gills, you still get that weird, floaty, not-really-here-but-here head thing going. Kind of like what it sounds like during the lyric part of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" (not the chorus). "Follow her down.... to a bridge... by a fountain... where rocking-horse people... eat marshmallow pies...." part.
All kind of strange and muted and wobbly. The part that makes you want to curl up in bed with a huge pot of tea and assorted medications on the night-stand and just pull the pillow over your head until the world stops spinning quite so wobbbly-y.
Yes, the Mouse has a cold. And like most people who don't get sick often, I am being a total baby-wuss about it. Oh, I'm going to work, but I'm doing great at the "clutch the kleenex box" and "look at people thru the corners of your eyes" bit. Self-pity module has been engaged and copious cups of really pathetic tea are being drunk, all the while wishing that the hotness would not wear off so that I could keep inhaling the steam, which makes my nose run so I have to clutch my kleenex box again.
But it's only a cold - it's not like it's congestive heart failure or tuberculosis or cancer or anything, so if you complain about it you pretty much get looks like "Man the fuck up, Mouse" - which I can't do because I'm a woman, but you know the looks, those .... looks.
And since everyone at work and his 2nd cousin twice removed with a harelip and a limp has kids, they all get colds on a really regular basis, so there is no sympathy.
When what I really want is for someone in management to take pity and say "Oh, poor little mousie, you look all sicko and sad - go home, with pay, and curl up under a nice warm quilt with a teapot of really hot and tasty chamomile tea on the night-stand and take copious amounts of drugs so you will feel better", and pat me on the head and send me off.
Like that's gonna happen. *sigh*
Because it is, after all, only a freaking COLD.
But I'm sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, I have a stuffy head - and sometimes I get the chills like it was a fever...
Waaaah