The definitive list of reasons why I should never …
The definitive list of reasons why I should never have children. My gratitude to Hissyfit for getting that out there for me.
Harpooned Whale Flips Boat, Kills Hunter - granted…
Harpooned Whale Flips Boat, Kills Hunter - granted, this is a shame and a tragedy for the deceased and his family, but I love it when nature fights back. After all, how would you react if someone stuck a harpoon in your ass? Um, after the screaming, of course.
When was the last time you… 1. …sent a hand…
When was the last time you…
1. …sent a handwritten letter? A few months ago, enclosed in the 80th birthday card for one of my aunts.
2. …baked something from scratch or made something by hand? The last thing I baked from scratch was a cherry cobbler a few months ago. I’m in the (long, slow) process of crocheting a baby blanket for my newest nephew at the moment.
3. …camped in a tent? Summer of ‘83. Across a small lake from a glacier in the Rocky Mountains. Way too long ago - that’s gotta be a must, soon.
4. …volunteered your time to church, school, or community? A few weekends ago, at the Pediatric Aids Foundation’s 2002 Time for Heroes event - spent the day counting kids’ prize tokens.
5. …helped a stranger? A few months ago when I gave my last $20 to a homeless guy with a bad open wound on his foot. I told him how to take care of it and gave him all the cash on me so he could buy the antibiotics the ER had prescribed. I walked away, worried about getting to my eye doctor appointment a few minutes late, and was immediately seized with guilt at not using my credit card to buy him fresh bandages and Neosporin, and fixing his foot up for him on the spot. I turned back around, but he’d already disappeared. Still haven’t forgiven myself for that one - I know how to do it and I could have afforded the medical supplies, and I took an oath, a long time ago…
Barbara Bretton, the creator of my favorite wri…
Barbara Bretton, the creator of my favorite writers’ resource on the web (Writer’s Daily Quote), now has her own blog - Threads. I look foward to hearing about her writing tribulations just ‘cuz misery loves company.
Am I the only one who finds this disturbing? Peop…
Am I the only one who finds this disturbing? People dressed this child up as a suicide bomber just as in people in Britain might dress a child in their favorite soccer team’s strip,” said Palestinian Labour Minister Ghassan al-Khatib. What this says about his ontological paradigm as well as that of the parents of this poor child is, to use a now-trite term, chilling. And this guy is someone who represents at least part of the Palestinian people - an apologist for terror. (I’m not even going to go into what bothers me about people who dress their babies up in Santa Elf hats, or football mascot outfits, or little glow-n-the-dark pumpkin costumes… I’m trying to eat my breakfast here.)
Apparently there’s someone else out there who’s no…
Apparently there’s someone else out there who’s not me and is being called *inkgrrl* at RonFez.net. I wish to hell she’d cut it out, mostly ‘cuz she’s screwing up my search results and there’s somebody pissed off at her who’s adding to the fray. On the other hand, maybe the idjits yodeling at her just can’t spell, ‘cuz I notice she posts as inkgrrrl - note the letter *r* appears three times instead of the two in my handle. So the idjits can’t count either. Great. Ah well, I’m sure I’m not the only person who thought of that name, I just got to it first. Um, ‘cuz God Said So… yeah, that’s it.
*grumble*
Okay kids, this is what happens when someone can’t…
Okay kids, this is what happens when someone can’t actually read whatever holy book applies to his or her religion: Lifting Veil for Photo ID Goes Too Far, Driver Says. Her claim is a load of bullshit and her lawyer is a prime example of why the species ought to be restricted to landfills. Talk about planning on a cash cow - let’s sue the gummint and retire to The Keys! There’s nothing in the Quran or the Hadith that states that a woman has to cover her face - i.e., wear a burka or chador or veil or anything else across the front portion of her head - just that BOTH women and men be modest in all things. That means not flashing tit at the truck drivers and not bragging about the results of your latest IQ test; it doesn’t mean you have to wear a bedspread or risk being teased or shamed or raped or tortured or shot in the head by a True Believer. Furthermore, following the law of the land is part of the price you pay when you choose to live in a particular country - if you have a moral or ethical objection to a law, you work to change it, you don’t consider yourself above it and get all indignant and claim that God Said So, So There.
Ohmigawd I have to get me one of these… if not a…
Ohmigawd I have to get me one of these… if not a lot of them. Heck, I could have a whole army of plush Cthulu dolls on every desk I have access to everywhere ever!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!
*licks eyebrows*
My thanks to gratitude to kafkaesque for thus enriching my life and allowing me to take the next step in my plan for Total World Domination. I really gotta send that boy some fanmail.
Scientists Create Mannequin That Sweats - I’ll bet…
Scientists Create Mannequin That Sweats - I’ll bet this is gonna be in great demand with sweat-fetish folk. Wonder if they can flavor the water? They could capture a whole different market demographic if they can flavor the water… maybe fill the things with Gatorade? Or would that be too redundant?
Hmm… reading that last post, I’m realizing that …
Hmm… reading that last post, I’m realizing that I’ve been raving about a lot of books lately. The last few authors (before Kushiel’s Lawn Dart, er, Jacqueline Carey) I got hot and bothered about were all folks I actually know in person - admittedly, I felt a modicum of relief at the quality of their writing (I didn’t have to grunt and shuffle in lieu of a book review), but that’s not the only reason I liked their work. I think I’m getting exposed to better stuff, or maybe now that I’m spending so much time bleeding onto the paper myself, I appreciate the efforts more? Nah, I never give an A for effort, just a raspberry and a kick in the butt. And I tend to pick more nits as I get older, so maybe I’ve just been lucky and not wasted too much of my book budget in a while. Hmm… maybe I shouldn’t think about it too much.