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I spent a long time reading through Mac‘s archives last night. Why have none of you people directed me to this woman’s blog before now?
Bad, bad readers.
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“I feel like this country is going to hell in a handbasket and picking up speed!” I said to Fred on the phone this morning.
He half-laughed and said “What do you mean?”
“We’ve got a goddamn President who wants to amend our constitution to ensure that gay people can’t marry! Any time I buy an airline ticket, those fuckers are going to
do a background check on me and DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT I GET TO FLY! They’re passing spending bills that allow companies to
cut the amount of overtime they pay! There are an assload of people in this country who DEPEND on overtime to LIVE. This DOES NOT STRIKE ME as a government that is staying the FUCK out of my face!”
Fred agreed and pointed out that Republicans, so the rumor goes, are supposed to be the political party that doesn’t believe in big government.
“Oh, I think I KNOW what’s next,” I said. “With all the news stories about how fat this country is? They’re going to come haul my fat ass away to the Dr. Phil and Bob Greene Internment Camp, where they’ll feed me Dr. Phil’s Shape-Up bars and drinks and make me run around in circles until I look like Lara Flynn Boyle!”
“Know what’s funny?” Fred said. “When you said this country is going to hell in a handbasket?”
“Yeah?”
“The people who believe that gays shouldn’t marry feel the same way, that we’re going to hell in a handbasket.”
“But THEY are WRONG,” I said.
He just laughed.
Seriously, it makes me want to sell everything I own, buy a
yurt, slap it down in the middle of nowhere, and live off the freakin’ land.
You can oppose the Federal Marriage Amendment
here, if you’re of a mind to.
This is what I hope. I hope that when the spud is my age, she can say to her children “Did you know that there was a time when gay men and women were not allowed to marry the person they loved?” And that her kids will feel the way I feel when I read about how people of different races once upon a time were not allowed to marry each other, that they will laugh in disbelief and say “No way! They weren’t? But why? That’s so ignorant!”, and that the spud will have to shrug and say to her children “I don’t know. It was a different time then.”
And then that my grandchildren will pause to be grateful that they aren’t living in those backwards times.
(Many of those above links (except for the yurt link) were taken from Mac’s
blog.)
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So,
American Idol. You know, I really really wanted to like Jon Peter Lewis, and I LOVE that song, but when he came out and started singing
Tiny Dancer, I cringed and turned to Fred and yelled “What the fuck is he DOING?” “Baby” sounded like “bay-hey” and “lady” like “lay-hey.” What the hell is that about?
I would have a video clip right here to illustrate my point, because I taped the show with the DVR and then taped it from the DVR to the VCR and tried to dump it to the camera, but messed it up. Maybe tomorrow.
LaToya London kicked ASS. If she doesn’t make it through to the next round, I’ll eat my hat. (Which is a trick statement, since I don’t have a hat. Ha!)
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IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED LAST NIGHT’S EPISODE OF SCRUBS, SKIP THIS SECTION. SPOILERS INSIDE.
How many fucking times am I going to be suckered in by the “Oh, wait! He’s dead!” thing? I’m thinking of two different books and of course the one big movie with that ending, and yet I still get completely suckered in.
When Dr. Cox walked in and JD said “Fifteen minutes after you left, he went into cardiac arrest and died”, I actually laughed, because I thought that Dr. Cox was going to misunderstand and think that JD was talking about his friend and there would be a whole brouhaha.
ARGH. ARGH, I SAY.
I dumped the whole show to the DVR so I can watch it again, because I’m a freak.
Yes, I got all teary-eyed when it came clear what was going on.
Again, I say ARGH.
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Public service announcement: Should have. Would have. Could have. Not should of, would of, or could of. Should’ve
sounds like “should of”, but it’s not spelled that way.
(Public service announcement brought about by reading Pamie’s comments earlier.)
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What the kitties spend most of their day doing.
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