Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Today, my husband got a random vasectomy, all because I said we needed protection. I meant condoms. Apparently he hadn't been listening when I told him about my fantasies of having a big family some day. FML.
Today, I got into theater because I'm a late afternoon/night person, but today--a Sunday--I'm stuck at work from 9am till after midnight, essentially from one morning into the next. FML.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I am voting for [Obama] in 2012 no matter what, because even though he has many flaws, he will be head and shoulders above whatever swamp thing crawls out of the primordial ooze of lies, homophobia, racial resentment, fearmongering, religious triumphalism, and class warfare that will be the GOP primaries.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Yes, let's jump right into Libya. We've learned so much about holding together a tribal nation like Iraq that it'll be a cinch. Just cut 'n paste! Why are we not bombing them already?
Given his history, Bush probably would have jumped at the prospect. I applaud Obama's current restraint. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we go to the voting booth....
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Complain all you want about corporatism, but here's a day in the year when the idea of considering the needs of those you care for is completely unfettered from the usual God-and-punishment tripe.
I think paying for some uprooted plant genitalia and a few cocoa-sugar confections is worth society at large being free of the hypocritical, fire-and-damnation love we hear so much about on any given Sunday.
Not that I opened my wallet in any related way today. Jes' saying....
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
(telemarketing | St. Louis, MO, USA)
(My job is to call people and pitch the brand of make-up my company sells. I call and an obviously really young girl answers the phone.)
Little Girl: “Hello?”
Me: “Hi, may I talk to the lady of this residence?”
Little Girl: “That’s me.”
Me: “I mean, may I talk to your mom?”
Little Girl: “I have two dads.”
Me: “Oh well, never mind then. Have a nice day!”
Little Girl: “Wait! Why did you call?”
Me: “I’m selling make-up.”
Little Girl: “Oh! One of my daddies loves that stuff, it makes him look pretty when he goes dancing! Let me give him the phone! Dad! Dad! Some girl wants to make you look pretty!”
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Art that once moved me is now something that I study to determine how it achieved its effect.
I suppose this is a bit like a Wall St. kid complaining that making money isn't as fun as he heard. All apologies...
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
So given the principles of transubstantiation...did the priest give the Holy Son a liver infection by accidentally bleeding in His blood? It works both ways right?
Or did Jesus already have Hep A from some Magdalena tomfoolery and it took science 2,000 years to notice?
Either way, it's a Christmas miracle!