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Monday, October 31, 2005

Say it ain't so, Theo

Theo Epstein, the General Manager of my beloved Boston Red Sox resigned today. This saddens me tremendously. Theo is not only the best looking General Manager ever in the history of baseball, but he's a native of Brookline MA, his entire family is from MA, and he loves the Red Sox with every fibre of his being. He resigned even though the Sox matched his salary demands, which makes me believe that he was having problems getting along with Larry Luchino, Tom Werner, and John Henry, the owners of the Sox.

This leaves the future of some Red Sox superstars at a questionable place and time. With the Red Sox front office now in a state of limbo, the team has several key baseball decisions ahead of them.

Johnny Damon, the team's center fielder and leadoff hitter the last four years, has filed for free agency. Veteran left-hander David Wells -- a 15-game winner in 2005 -- has already told the team he'd prefer to be traded to a West Coast team for what will likely be the final season of his career.

Superstar slugger Manny Ramirez, according to a report, has yet again asked to be traded out of Boston. As a 10-5 man (10 years in the league, five with existing team), Ramirez must approve any potential trade, which would make it a highly complex endeavor.

It won't be the same team without Manny and Johnny. I'm really saddened by this latest change in the Red Sox front office.

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Damn damn damn


I love Halloween. I take it that you dear internets have figured that out by now. But this particular Halloween was not good. It sucked. Totally and completely sucked. The weather was totally cooperative, the Girl looked adorable as a punk (no photos available due to broken camera, another damn) in her black shirt, black skirt, black leather jacket circa 1980 with a ton of zippers and belts, red fishnets and black and red Converse All-Stars, the Boy decided not to go out but stayed home and helped me make the pumpkin seeds and 'prepare' the candy basket. So far so good.

We didn't get ONE trick or treater. I didn't think anyone would tramp up our hill, but I thought that kids might come from the street behind us through our little gate, especially since we had a big jack 'o lantern all lit up, and pumpkin lights in the windows. We saw plenty of kids on the street behind us, but they didn't come through the gate. Sigh. So we have a lot of candy left over.

The Girl went out with 4 friends. They had a route mapped, they had their cell phones, I knew where they would be, and off they went. They hit a huge apartment complex, but very few people gave out candy. WTF? It's FILLED with kids but they wouldn't even open their doors. So the girls went to our village and trick or treated there for a while.

Now, I've mentioned that the Girl has a non-verbal learning disability. She has a lot of trouble with social interactions in an unusual way. She has a ton of friends, but she often misses a lot of what's really going on because she's extremely literal and doesn't pick up any non-verbal cues. This often means she gets led around by the nose by stronger kids, and she has no clue of how to say "no".

A couple of the girls suggested that they hop on the "T" (subway) and go up one stop to the centre of our small city. The Girl is not allowed to take the T without permission, nor is she allowed to hang out in the centre ever, as it's the scummy high school dopers hangout by the "T" station. Of course, that didn't stop her from getting on the train with her friends. Once there, they ran into a big crowd of kids, most of whom were high schoolers, smoking dope and egging stuff. She knew most of the kids as siblings of kids she attends school with, and kids that her brother knows, too. One kid, the older brother of a girl she has real issues with, egged her and got in her face yelling at her. She pushed him away and he socked her. She ran away, and did exactly what she's been told to do, go into a store and call me to come get her.

I came to pick her up, she was in tears and really angry at her friends for not sticking up for her. A lot of the kids were inner city kids that attend our suburban schools, and unfortunately they have little to no supervision, especially when they are miles from home. Anyhow, the Girl lied to me about how she got to the centre, and I caught her in the lie when one of her friends stopped over to drop off her stuff. I spoke to her friend and told her that she wasn't a very good friend and that the Girl was really angry at her. The Girl was hiding upstairs. She's mortified to go to school tomorrow, and she's afraid that one girl is going to pick on her. I have to call the school first thing and talk to the school psych to get him to talk to her about what happened and how she could have handled the situation differently (like listen to her mother, for one!) as well as putting a watch on the other kid so she'll keep away from the Girl.

Teenage girls are SO sucky.

I'm sad for the Girl because she keeps getting into situations like this. She wants so much to be a regular kid and have the same privileges as the other kids, but she has shown that she doesn't handle this stuff well. She's grounded for a week for lying to me, but I hugged her a lot and tried to show her that I loved her even though she screwed up by lying. Man, this is so hard. Parenting toddlers is a piece of cake compared to parenting teens. I'm so torn between being pissed as hell at the older kids, who again got away with bad behavior, and being pissed at the Girl for being in the wrong place without permission. But I love her anyways.
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Here we go again

The Shrub has nominated Samuel Alito for Supreme Court Justice, part 3. This guy looks pretty much like what I feared, a uberconservative who seeks to unravel Roe v. Wade. Quoth his mother:

Alito's mother shed some light. ``Of course, he's against abortion,'' 90-year-old Rose Alito said of her son, a Catholic.

Among his noteworthy opinions was his lone dissent in the 1991 case of Planned Parenthood v. Casey, in which the 3rd Circuit struck down a Pennsylvania law that included a provision requiring women seeking abortions to notify their spouses.

So consistently conservative, Alito has been dubbed ``Scalito'' or ``Scalia-lite'' by some lawyers because his judicial philosophy invites comparisons to conservative Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia. But while Scalia is outspoken and is known to badger lawyers, Alito is polite, reserved and even-tempered. I'd just like to mention that this is once again an example of cronyism. Can you guess who nominated Alito to the Federal Appeals Court? I'll give you a hint: Daddy Bush.

The big problem is, given solid Republican support in the Senate where the GOP controls 55 of the 100 seats, Democrats would have to filibuster to block Alito's confirmation, a tactic that comes with political risks. Alito also enjoys the early support of conservative activists who used their sway in the Bush White House to derail Harriet Meir's nomination. The fight to nominate Alito, a judge on the 3rd US Circuit Court of Appeals since 1990, is one step in Bush's political recovery plan as he tries to regain his footing after a cascade of troubles including the failing Iraq war, and the indictment of Cheny's chief of staff, Libby, rocked his presidency. Currently at a 39% approval rating, it will take the power of the Gods to recover from this debacle.


This nominee demonstrates that President Bush has buckled to pressure from fringe extremist groups who felt his previous nominee, Harriet Miers, was not conservative enough to impose their rigid ideology on Americans.

Rather than choose a fair-minded nominee who clearly supports the rights that most Americans hold dear, President Bush again has divided the country by allowing ultraconservative interest groups to set his national agenda. Because, as we recall, he's a Divider, not a Uniter.

We know these conservative hardliners do not represent the majority of Americans. Let's prove it by speaking out in record numbers.

Urge your senators to oppose Alito's nomination today.





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Sunday, October 30, 2005

Halloween Coundown
Day 17



We're almost there, folks. Hard to believe because I still haven't run out of Halloween costumes for pets. Who ever would have thought that there would be so many pet costumes out there?

Today we have some entertainment for you.

Your Sexy Halloween Costume Is
Alice in Wonderland



Your Funny Costume Is
Banana



Your Dog Should Be
K-9 Fire Rescue


Your Monster Profile

Brutal Child

You Feast On: Pie

You Lurk Around In: The Alamo

You Especially Like to Torment: Hicks


Halloween Horoscope for Cancer

You're usually the one who gives out the best candy in your neighborhood.
And you really get into the halloween spirit decorating your house.

Costume suggestions: A witch, wizard, or angel

Signature Halloween candy: Mini peanut butter cups


You Are Scary

You even scare scary people sometimes!
How Scary Are You?


HAPPY HALLOWEEN
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Housekeeping

No, I'm not going to complain about how dirty my house is, because it's relatively clean considering we've spent most of the weekend indoors whinging about snow.

I'm calling your attention to some new and improved features of "What was I THINKING?" Look at the links on the sidebar. Ooooo, new links galore. Did you see that the links are now organized into some actual catagories? Not only that, but at some point they're going to end up alphabetized. Maybe not for a while, but I promise they will be.

I've added a Frappr Map link, and I'd be mighty pleased if you added yourself to the map. I like to know where my internetties are from. A photo would be cool, too.

I'm still working on a new design. I'm cooking something up with a faithful reader and perhaps it will appear shortly.

I lub you guys, and want you to be happy. Enjoy poking around all the new stuff.
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Saturday, October 29, 2005

Just put a gun to my head

Let's peek at the calendar, shall we? October 29th. October. The month when leaves turn orange and we all look forward to that candy blitz at the end of the month. The month when you plant your bulbs for spring and trim back the garden. The month when you take drives out the the country and sigh with wonder at the colors of nature.

October is NOT the month when snow falls. Do you hear me? Snow is verboten in October. I don't want to see one frigging flake until well after Thanksgiving. I don't want 6 months of winter. I don't deserve 6 months of winter. But you know what is going on right now out my window? SNOW. Fucking Frigging white flakes of hell. At first, when the Girl woke me up to tell me it was snowing, I thought hopefully that it might be pollen. I don't know what kind of pollen would be falling from the sky in late October, but heck, I'm the queen of denial. Then it really started coming down in big fat flakes. Still in denial, I declared it would not stick.

We drove to the grocery store to pick up the Halloween candy (on sale at $1.77/bag...yum) and when we exited the Stop n Slop, the snow was sticking. Still the optimist, I said, oh, it will only stick for a few minutes and then it will melt.

That was over an hour ago and the grass is gone, there's a couple of inches on the trees, still filled with their green leaves, and the mountain laurel right outside my office window is bending over with the weight of the snow.

I want to know who I can sue. This is outrageous. Snow from October to April. That's just wrong.

"Honey, can you go and get Mommy the bottle of Vodka in the freezer?"
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Halloween Countdown
Day 16

I'm going through serious chocolate withdrawal. I haven't bought any more Halloween candy since the Boy ate two bags of Junior Mints before I even got my hands on them. I figured it would be advantageous to wait until tomorrow or Sunday to get piles of candy. Right now, however, I'd kill for a nice piece of chocolate.

In the meantime, I've been thinking about the kinds of costumes I don't get to see much of anymore. These days we've got a lot of the popular culture costumes, but I've got a hankering for some Superfly love. One of my absolute favorite films from the days of yore is Shaft (the original). There is something so hot about a man dressed up like a pimp in purple. Yum. It's a shame that today's pimps drive 'Sclades and dress like Shaggy or Fitty. They look more like thugs than pimps. I'm longing for those days where a Pimp wore good hats and drove a caddie convertable with shag trim and fuzzy dice. Now that's a look I can get down with.

Whatever happened to honoring the King at Halloween? The only place you see reliable Elvis outfits these days is at wedding chapels in Las Vegas. I'm a bit too young to ever appreciate the music of Elvis, but there is something about the look of skinny Elvis I find smolderingly attractive. I must admit a curiousity about him since I was a kid. See, my mom used to keep all her handwritten recipes in a real leather Elvis zipper notebook. I don't know why, because she never had the slightest interest in Elvis and I assume it was my sister's that was tossed aside when my sister discovered Ricky Nelson. But that notebook, turquiose blue with Elvis in raised embossed leather.... it was hot. I have a feeling it's probably worth a small fortune today in the memorabelia market. Who knows? I think it's a shame that we're letting the opportunity to dress in rhinestones and fake jewels pass us by on Halloween.
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Friday, October 28, 2005

"Scooter" Libby Indicted,
Rove Slithers Through Net


How Karl Rove keeps out of jail is beyond me, but once again he has avoided indictment for now. He is still "under investigation" by the grand jury, but for now, he's a free man. Mr Cheney... well who thinks he'll ever get his due as long as the Shrub is in power? So, the good news is Scooter has been indicted, casting a shadow on the Bush administration, but not enough of one for me. We do know that Libby lied, perjuring himself and outing Valerie Wilson, a CIA agent.

I guess we all have to tune in later for further installments of "Watch the Bush Government Crumble". Now back to your regular programming.

Update: In a White House Press briefing, W praised Libby’s service and said he is “presumed innocent and entitled to due process.” The Shrub said that while he was “saddened by today’s news,” the indictment would not keep the White House from its work. “We’ve got a job to protect the American people, and that’s what we’ll continue to do,” he said. Scary considering all he's done to "protect" us so far. 2000+ Americans dead in Iraq. Over 100,000 Iraqis dead. Protecting the American people from WHAT exactly? A guy in his underwear eating Doritos? Those invisible Weapons of Mass Destruction that were made up by Libby, Rove, Cheney and Her Majesty Condi Rice?

Bush referred to Libby as someone who worked tirelessly for Americans. “He served the vice president and me through extraordinary times in our nation’s history,” Bush said.

In a statement released Friday afternoon, Libby said, “I’ve spent much of my career working on behalf of the American people and for the safety of our citizens. I have conducted my responsibilities honorably and truthfully, including with respect to this investigation.” Truthfully? His testimony in front of the congressional investigation was pockmarked with lies. It's why he WAS indicted.

He added, “I am confident that at the end of this process I will be completely and totally exonerated.” I'm confident he's going to jail. Life gets interesting sometimes, doesn't it?

The grand jury indictment charged Libby with one count of obstruction of justice, two of perjury and two of making false statements. If convicted on all five, he could face as much as 30 years in prison and $1.25 million in fines.

Libby's boss Dick Cheney issued a statement saying he had accepted Libby’s resignation “with deep regret.” He added that Libby was entitled to a presumption of innocence in the case and praised his longtime aide as “one of the most capable and talented individuals I have ever known.”

Meanwhile, Karl Rove’s lawyer said he was told by special prosecutor Fitzgerald’s office that investigators would continue their probe into the aide’s conduct. Rove’s potential legal problems stem in part from the fact that he failed initially to disclose to prosecutors a conversation in which he told Time magazine reporter Matt Cooper that Plame worked for the CIA. Rove says the conversation "slipped his mind". That would be more believable if he HAD a mind.

My two senators had plenty to say on the subject. Sen. Edward M Kennedy, D-Mass., said the indictment marked “a new low since Watergate in terms of openness and honesty in our government.” Sen. John Kerry, D-Mass., who ran unsuccessfully against Bush last year, called the case “evidence of White House corruption at the very highest levels.”

What a mighty web we weave....

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I've been ghosted

To be ghosted means that someone has left you a secret bag of candy at your door with a note tag saying "You've been Ghosted". The game is to eat the candy first, and then to make up a couple of bags of candy and ghost 2 other neighbors in your 'hood.

Now there's a virtual game of You've been Ghosted going on. Do you want to play? The rules are easy and it involves virtual candy. How bad can it be? I've ghosted two bloggers already.

Ghosted_9 (1) Now it's your turn to "ghost" two other bloggers.

(2) Stop by their blogs and leave a comment on their latest post saying, "You've Just Been Ghosted -- Come Over And Grab A Puking Pumpkin!"

(3) Copy and paste the puking pumpkin somewhere on your blog (either in a post or on your sidebar, perhaps) so that everyone can see that you have been "ghosted" and will not "ghost" you again. This will also let you know who you can "ghost."

(4) Link to this post (or a post of your own) for directions, grab the puking pumpkin and go "ghost" 2 bloggers on your sidebar (preferably, somewhere you haven't commented in a while or a blog you've never commented before or new to the blogosphere) and share some linky love!

It will be fun to see how many "puking pumpkins" appear in the blogosphere by Halloween.

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Thursday, October 27, 2005

Halloween Countdown Day 15

You can feel it in the air. Finally it is cold and crisp and the ground is drying out. Leaves are falling. Unfortunately they're still on branches and they're green, but they are falling. Northern New England has had it's first snowfall. Houses up and down the street have pumpkins on the front steps, and we're starting to see some nice decorations. There's a house here that has a huge spiderweb and a gigantic spider that moves and lights up when it senses motion. One house near us has ghosts hanging out windows on all three floors, plus a big graveyard in the front yard. A house that decorates every year to the hilt has gargoyles and witches and will put out a canopy that has real coffins and animated bodies that sit up.

I'm partial to the houses that don't use that dry ice fake smoke. That stuff makes me choke up. I know why people like it, it is spooky but heck, asthma is on the rise folks. I always like a house that has spooky music or sound effects. When I was a kid there was a house that had a vampire rigged up so that when the front door opened, it went flying down the stairs along with a bunch of creepy sound effects. We knew it was there, but it was scary every year.

If I were made of money and had all the time in the world (OK, I do have all the time in the world already) I'd line our entire driveway with jack'o lanterns. but the truth is, it would take an army to carve that many pumpkins. A guestimate would be about 200 pumpkins to line the entire driveway from bottom to top. Not on my watch. Maybe next year I'll go through the Oriental Trading Co halloween catalog and see if I can find any decent lighting or luminerias or something. It seems a shame to have such a dramatic driveway going up the hill to our spooky Victorian and nobody to appreciate it.
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Misc.stuff

I've been working on some blog changes. I've added an RSS feed, changed my banner, and (gulp) added some advertising. I doubt anyone will ever click on the advertising, but just in case, it's out there. I've also been collecting some new links and will post them sometime in the next few days. I promise I'll get them up as soon as Ellen crowns me.

The new showerhead in my bathroom is da bomb and I'm planning to move into the bathroom on a permanent basis. How many showers can one dudette take before her skin starts peeling off in sheets?

We've officially been in our house for 6 months and I still haven't hung up any of the many pictures on the walls. They're sitting in several piles in the dining room. I'm a bad, bad mom.

I ate an entire box of peppermint bark in two days. Diabetes? Why yes I do have diabetes. But did it stop me from eating my absolute favorite candy. No, it did not. Fortunately I'm not on insulin so I just upped the metformin and will hope for the best. No diabetic shock or anything.

I have spent more money on shoes for my children than I ever did in my entire life for me. The Girl must have powder blue Uggs, and pink and white Tims, plus a pair of Puma sneakers. The Boy must have blue and white Tims, 2 pairs of Converse All Stars, and a pair of fabulous fleece slippers. Thank God for Marshalls. I'd be in the poorhouse without them.

I did not get out of bed today until 6 pm. I read The Book of Ruth, the local newspaper, the last 4 weeks of the NY Times Book Review, and of course watch a soap and then Judge Judy.

I am so addicted to Craig Ferguson that the Boy and I are actually looking forward to watching Vampire Bats on CBS Sunday night, just to see Craig's debut as Fisherman Number 1, a part for which he begged the producers to get.

Yesterday I saw someone driving around in a restored version of the car my parents drove when I was a tot. I lust for this vehicle, even though I know it probably gets about 10 MPG. I don't care, it's gorgeous.
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Toot Toot Tootsie, Goodbye...

Wahoo. Harriet Miers withdrew her name from nomination to the Supreme Court. This doesn't bode well for us Liberals, as now we know that Bushie is going to try and find someone to kowtow to the religious right who hated Miers. But the fact of the matter is, Bush is in such hot water with Karl Rove, Tom Delay, and Dick Cheney all indicted or facing indictments that he's probably shitting in his pants trying to figure out how to appease the nation. So far, he's not doing a great job on anything and, like the emperor who appeared nekkid in front of the kingdom, W is starting to look less and less dressed. Not that we want to see him nekkid, but....

For me, any fuck-up that makes Shrub look worse is a good thing, to quote Martha. I'm doing the happy dance!
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Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Halloween Countdown
Day 14


Getting closer to the big day. My kids are going through an interesting Halloween dilemma. The Girl is planning to go out early with a bunch of friends and stay out until at least 8:30. She's got her costume (punk girl) and she's got a big pillowcase that she's going to load up with as much candy as she can possibly carry. The Boy doesn't want to go out at all. He hasn't been big on Halloween in years, ever since a friend of his made fun of his costume in 3rd grade and he deflated and became too self-conscious to wear a costume again. He went out 3 years ago with friends, but that's the last time he really dared to wear a costume. However, he wants to eat the Girl's candy. And I do too. I promised him we would drive around and check out a few houses that are particularly good, and he can make a small attempt to wear a 'costume' so he can get some candy. He only wants to spend the night with me. I think it's a bit odd, but I love his company so I'm willing to do it. I don't think we'll get any trick or treaters at our house because the hill is so huge nobody in their right mind would want to walk up it for a tiny candy bar, but I'm still stocking up on candy, just in case.

Anyhow, tonight we're featuring one of my all time favorite tales, Peter Pan. How can you not adore a story about a boy who doesn't want to grow up? I know I totally agree with Peter. I don't want to grow up either, but I don't seem to have much of a choice. I looked and looked for a Captain Hook costume, but there don't seem to be any made for pets, so a plain old pirate kitty will have to do. Couldn't find a Tinkerbell either, so we're going with an angel rather than a fairy. I think this is that stuffed cat again. What a sham, eh?
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Fumbling and Bumbling


What is it with the Bush family? I mean, it's apparent that W is the epitome of the Peter Principle, one who is floundering in his job because it's way over his intellectual abilities. That's obvious. But now his brother Jeb is in hot water over a slow and inappropriate response to the Hurricaine Wilma sufferers. Don't they learn? Is this entire family so damn stupid that they think they're enured to any bad press? Don't they get that the tide has turned and their popularity is sinking fast?

`"Don't blame FEMA. This is our responsibility,'' Bush said at a news conference in Tallahassee with federal Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff, who oversees the agency.

Many Floridians were still struggling to find food, water, ice and gas on the third day of recovery from Wilma, waiting in line for hours - sometimes in vain. Miami-Dade's mayor called the distribution system flawed and said at least one relief site of 11 in his county ran out of supplies. '





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Halloween Countdown

Days 12 and 13

Sorry, we've been a bit under the weather here at Casa Drizzlin' Shits. I'm a bit behind (pun intended) on my blogging. Today was a terrible storm and it was very pleasant to be tucked in bed watching crappy daytime TV and sleeping most of the day away. I sulked when Kelly wasn't on Regis and Kelly. Why, when Regis has his wife Joy fill in for Kelly, does he pretend to interview her on what she's been up to. They live in the same damn apartment! You would think he knows what is happening in her life. So I fell asleep and slept through Ellen, the news, All My Children, and woke up just in time for As the World Turns. The Girl was also feeling poorly with a gippy tummy and slept with me most of the day. Our cleaning person came and she went grocery shopping for me. What a luxury! I'm loving this home health aide thing.

What I need is a french maid to take care of me. I'd like someone to lay out my clothes each morning, run my bath, remove my dirty linen, and bring up a cuppa and some brekkie. I love having someone wait on me instead of my waiting on them.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Bummer in Bush Country (snicker)
I don' t know about you, but I consider sexual indescretions in the White House a lot less disturbing that the current goings on inside the Bush cabal. Why, one doesn't know who to look at first; Mr Cheney for his obvious obsfucations in front of a congressional investigation or Mr Rove for his leak to the press outing CIA agent Valerie Wilson. Lawyers involved in the case have said Mr. Rove, President Bush's senior adviser and deputy chief of staff, and I. Lewis Libby Jr., Vice President Dick Cheney's chief of staff, face the possibility of indictment on perjury or other charges related to covering up their actions.

After the Tom Delay indictment last week, I think we have more fun indictments to look forward to, and they couldn't happen to two more deserving men. I wonder if they'll share a cell?

Not to be outdone in the Bush whacko arena, it looks like Harriet Miers isn't going to be confirmed, nor is she even going to make it through the vetting period. Funny thing is, the Republicans dislike her as much as the Democrats, and the righteous right hates her most of all. I think she'll be forced to withdraw because she's such an embarassment to the Bush administration. Good news for us liberals, eh?

And finally, that day has come, where American casulties in Iraq passed the 2000 mark. Two thousand young men and women that didn't need to die, that died for lies the Bush administration told the gullible public. Never mind that thousands more Iraqis' died because it's all their fault, right? I mean, they supported a vicious dictator when they could have had democracy, just like in the good ol' USA. All I have to say is, if ANYONE I know votes Republican for any office in the upcoming election, you get what you deserve, and you ain't gonna be a friend of mine anymore. I'm calling a stop to my patronizing and I'm telling you forthright, anyone that votes for a Republican is a moron.
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Sunday, October 23, 2005

Halloween Countdown
Day 11

Back to the animals tonight. It's been a high drama day here, with the Girl entertaining a couple of shrill shreiky friends all day. At one point I sat everyone down with a pan of brownies and we watched Crash. Great film, but a bit heavy especially after last night's drama. One of the Girl's friends is an inner city kid bussed to suburbia for school, and watching Crash with her was interesting. She missed a lot of the racism, which is the entire point of the movie.


Anyhow, back to the pets. In view of all the drama we've observed, I dub today high drama pet day. So we've got King Pussypants acting as King Henry V in Shakespeare's bloody homage to the hatred between the Britons and the Francs. Note the lovely crown and cape King Henry is sporting. They both sport faux ermine trim, and golden accents with jewels. I have a weird feeling that this particular kitty is stuffed, not live. But the costume is lovely, either way.

Our pretty puppy Georgina is sporting a Cinderella costume. What girl doesn't feel the angst of Cinderella, cooking, cleaning, and slaving for her evil stepmother and her horrible ugly step sisters while dreaming of a life outside this nightmare. Cinderella's fairy godmother comes to save her and brings her to a ball at the palace, where she enchants the prince. At the stroke of midnight she runs away, losing a glass slipper on the stairs. The prince finds the slipper and does a nationwide search to find the girl that the slipper fits. He comes to Cinderella's house and the evil stepsisters try to cram their feet into the shoe to no avail. Then he sees Cinderella cleaning the house and demands that she too try on the slipper. Of course it fits, he brings her to the castle as his wife and they live happily ever after. Sob.
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Halloween Countdown
Day 10

The holiday is getting closer and I thought you might need some ideas for pumpkin carving. Today on Boston Common a pumpkin carving contest was held and they displayed 2500 carved and lighted pumpkins in the dark. Very beautiful.


Ooooops!
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Not what I expected

Tonight we went to see The Laramie Project at the Boy's high school. We had been warned over and over that there were going to be a large bevy of protesters from Reverand Fred Phelp's Westboro Baptist Church of Topaka, KS. but they never showed up. Or if they did, they were invivible to us. It was a dark and stormy night and perhaps they weren't interested in standing outside a high school in the pouring rain with the entire police force around them. I don't know, but they didn't show.

Who did show was pretty interesting, however. Barney Frank, our congressional representative was there, as was Mayor David Cohen (better known in our family as Mr Bean due to his amazing likeness to the Rowan Atkinson character). Many many of the attendees were elderly grandparents with their entire families in tow. Lots of kids, too.

The performance was beyond anything I'd expected. It was the most professional performance outside of boadway I've witnessed. I was so impressed. These kids were masterful. Perhaps it was because they had material to work with well beyond Bye Bye Birdie, perhaps it was because expectations were so high, perhaps it was because it was the final night of the 3-night run. I don't know, but kudos are due to the entire cast and crew for an absolutely flawless performance. We were in tears during the last scene. The Girl cried so hard that I thought she was going to start sobbing. Never have I seen her so moved by something so political other than Hotel Rwanda, which is her favorite movie. Maybe I've implanted my outrage of unfairness and political awareness in her afterall.


For those who have never seen this play, it is the story of a theatre group that went to Laramie Wyoming after the death of Matthew Shepard to interview the people of Laramie and turn it into a play. There is a limited number of cast members that play many different roles, from a limo driver who once took Matthew to Ft Collins CO to a gay bar, to the bartender who served him his last beer, to the bike rider who found his body tied to the fence, to the police officer who called the EMTs. The actors were remarkable in the depth of their performances, changing from reporter to actor to rancher to priest by adding or removing a jacket. The sets were simple, risers and a long strip of highway were the most pronounced parts of the set.

Part of the play takes place at Matt's funeral, where the aforementioned Reverend Phelps and his band of evil parishioners had the unmitigated gall to protest outside the two churches and 1 public park in which the funeral took place. Thousands of people from all over the west came to the funeral, so many they couldn't be accomodated in either of two churches holding services, and were placed in a park across the street where they prayed in a blinding snowstorm while Phelps screamed about how "God hates fags". The picture above depicts a townswoman who staged her own protest with friends donning angel wings and surrounding Phelps with wings up to fence him in. She gave her angels ear plugs to drown out the sounds of Phelps.

If you ever get a chance to see this play, do it. It is profoundly moving.
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Saturday, October 22, 2005

Told ya so!

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Lovin' that Family Bed


A play in one act.


Scene: Middle of the night. My bedroom. Mom is fast asleep. The door opens slowly, and the sound of footsteps is heard. The boy approaches Mom's bed and starts to climb in.

Mom: Get in your own bed.

The Boy: But I love your bed.

Mom: Get in your own bed.

The Boy: But your bed is more comfortable.

Mom: Get in your own bed.

The Boy: But I want to snuggle with you.

Mom: Get in your own bed.

The Boy: Nooooo, your bed is better.

Mom: Get in your own bed.

The Boy: But WHY?

Mom: Because I'm not wearing any underwear.

The Boy: You're gross. Save me from your evil buttocks.

Boy departs and mom falls back to sleep.

Finis
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Friday, October 21, 2005

Couple 'o questions for you internets

I need a blog redo. I hate the blogspot backgrounds, I want a better banner (or any banner for that matter) and I'm feeling like I need a color update. But I'm not sure what I want. I like some blog designs better than I like the content, and I like some content much better than I like the design. Lately I've seen a lot of sort of '50's housewife designs, and that's SO not me. But what is me? I've been fooling around with Illustrator and Photoshop, but I'm not a designer and I like stuff that I know would drive others to distraction. So, with that in mind.....

What would you think I would choose to represent this blog?

What would YOU choose to represent this blog based on what you've read?

Do you recommend any particular blog designer?

Here are some of the ideas I've been working on (note, I'm not a designer nor do I play one on TV:






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Halloween Countdown
Day 9


Getting sick of dogs dogs and more dogs? You're right, I'm being unfair to the feline world. Of course it's well known that cat's doing like costumes and they certainly hate Halloween, where they're made out to be an evil symbol. Black cats everywhere, rise up and protest. Some cats are urbane enough to allow their slaves to dress them up for Halloween. Although they understand that nothing is more beautiful than a thick fur coat, especially one that sheds all over your finest black suit, an occasional foray into silliness must be tolerated, even by the most dignified cat.

Here we have a kitty decked out in her Halloween finest. She's Sabrina, the Feline Witch. You can tell by Sabrina's face that she's ready to cast a spell on her owners, and it's not going to be pleasant. Anyone considering being turned into a toad? Sabrina's your girl. Sabrina is embarassed by the pilgrim buckle on her hat. She asks you, what self-respecting cat would wear a pilgrim buckle on their hat. Everyone knows they belong on shoes. She's also curious about that orange blob on her cape. What's that about?

Dumbledore is looking rather disgusted as well. I guess it's the way cats always look when their slaves deign to take the reins and dress them up in stupid costumes. Dumbledore says, "Who would believe a cat would wear a wizard's hat?" Everyone knows, thinks Dumbledore, that cats don't need to pretend to do magic with these silly outfits and a big conehead. Cats can jump from high places and land on their feet. What wizard can do that? Plus, that stupid blue bow under the chin? How mortifying.


KingandCaboodle loves his red velvet cape, but wishes it was trimmed in ermine. What King doesn't have at least one purple cape trimmed in ermine, he wonders. Red isn't his best color either, but the cape does make him look very regal. However, he wants his slave to know that this hat is unacceptable unless he's going to the Bishop's convention at the Vatican. He feels that this makes his ears look big, and he really does have beautiful ears that match his pretty toesies.
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