No. Seriously. A Hello Kitty vanity plate parked in the lot of Whole Foods, and she had on the same exact car a Code Pink Ribbon? You can't mix Code Pink and Hello Kitty. Can you?
Next thing you know, someone will be marketing Hello Kitty/Strawberry Shortcake/Care Bear underbust corsets for the into-infantilism sex worker. Oh, nevermind.
The hand-knit laptop privacy-slash-headwarmer, um, garment? H/t Akabini, who tells us she only has 118 different kinds of yarn in her stash, poor girl.
And by the way, if you have a Boyfriend With Moods who occasionally does not feel social, I'm sorry, you cannot knit this for him. It totally counts for the curse.
A couple of bloggers have expressed guilt and angst this morning over not blogging more. Damn right. You should be blogging every single day no matter what.
Except in May.
I my own type-A self have come to the conclusion that in May there are actually better things to do than blog. So as the self-appointed den mother of the blogosphere, I hereby give you permission to step outside, clean up your house or your yard or take a walk or a bike ride or whatever else you've forgotten about doing.
This image (with it's blue forget-me-nots which I thought a nice touch if I do say so meself) will stay at the top until the beginning of June. Some days in May there will be a fresh post right below, and some days there will not. Because it's May.
Enjoy the springtime, keep the faith, and keep blogging. At least some of the time.
I don't know how old PM Carpenter is, but he sure is lacking perspective. In 1968 (which even an old bat like me is too young to remember, for real) people thought the world was coming to an end. Every charismatic leader who said things could get better was taken out and shot. In the United States. Hell, even 1980 was more of a problem in terms of the future of the Democratic Party: Kennedy and Carter had serious disagreements about issues, man. Clinton and Obama, really, truly...not so much. Which in part is why it's so damn nasty.
But the end of the Democratic Party? Get your head outta your belly button, my friend.
In addition, people are feeling like shit because gas is a necessity in this world and none of us can think outside a box where we don't need to use it every single day and we're having a price shock like we haven't had since the 70's and that's scary.
Oh. Food is a necessity, too. And so is housing. And believe it or not people are trying to cut back on both.
And I think a lot of Americans when confronted with the news that people in Haiti are living on dirt biscuits think, there but for the grace of Citibank Visa go I.
But as far as party politics is concerned, take a pill, and make sure it isn't one of those that diminish your sexual function or make you loopy. Priorities, people.
Love and kisses to the beautiful people coming here from Crooks and Liars.
I'm moving out of Alabama in the next few weeks. As if I needed an extra special reason to move, I used this handy tool to find out who in my zip code had given contributions to Presidential Candidates of over 200 dollars.
In my current zip code in Alabama,
20 people made a contribution of that size to Fred Thompson. 25 to Rudy Giuliani. 6 to Duncan Hunter. 6 to Tom Tancredo...oh wait...the 6 for Tancredo all came from the same guy. Nevermind about that. and 29 to Mike Huckabee.
And in my new zip code, 66 percent of the contributions went to Barack Obama. And Duncan Hunter got zero. Whew.
Strapping on a video game device? A game where a firehose-like stream of urine is the weapon? A weapon that is used on a cat sitting in a toilet? And pissing hard on the cat gets you points?
Actually, isn't it nice to see something that is wrong on so many levels and has nothing to do with electing a Preznit or bringing justice to the many, many wrongdoers on this planet?
I've never been surrounded by so many wiped out Democrats in my whole life. Whew.
I know this youtube is a little heavy-handed, but someone out there made it for a friend who was suffering some bad life changes. An act of kindness needs no judgment. If you're tired today, here:
...let alone link them. But I'm one of the 759 comments in this post, and I'm proud to be, even if she used the term bitches (and I think she did it in a very Tina Fey way, btw). And I feel I should say something about Pennsylvania. I don't think everyone who voted against Obama yesterday is racist. Not a bit. It bothers me, though, to hear that some voters say they will vote for McCain or stay home if Obama is the nominee, and then they have no reason listed as to why. To me, "racist"/"sexist"...and "Democrat" are oxymorons.
(h/t David E.) There is so much social history in this clip demonstrating about what needs fixing in America regarding race, gender, war, incarceration, and well, there's just too much.
Sophia Loren is FAT. I know. What outrageous BS is that? But then again, by today's standards, the Peter Sellars character has Asperger's syndrome. Just saying.
I love his last line..."Madam, if I examined all the ladies in whom I inspire confidence, I'd be exhausted." Yep, Aspie.
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This week Batacchio at Vagabond Scholar is hosting Carnival of the Liberals, with a focus on human rights. Well worth the click.
The election season is taking up the blogosphere's attention, and way too many life-changes are taking up mine.
The other organizers of this blogswarm actually approached me this morning to ask about the postponement, and when I heard my own sigh, I sensed that it was clearly the right thing to do.
Watch this space. Early summer we'll work on this important blogswarm. Thanks.
I was really going to try to keep the duct tape on until after tomorrow but I find I cannot.
I'm one of those Democrats who has told herself over and over that yeah, if Hillary is the nominee of course I will vote for her over McCain. And I will. But if Hillary Clinton is going to take swipes at MoveOn.org at this juncture, then she has no interest in my support, or the support of the strong organized Democratic base MoveOn represents, during the general election.
That freaks me out.
MoveOn is way too big a creature to need my defense. But I have no doubt that if Hillary pulled a landslide in Pennsylvania and won every single superdelegate vote between now and June, and in a truly stunning upset won the nomination, that MoveOn would spend their considerable clout to get her elected in November.
Not anymore they won't. Sigh.
And I lost it again this afternoon when a Mother Jones columnist illustrated that some young(er) Obama supporters are simply rejecting Hillary because she reminds them of their mothers. Please. As I wrote over there:
I would be grateful if someone would give me "permission" to vote for a candidate based on the issues. Hillary Clinton's foreign policy is a hawkish nightmare. She tells AIPAC that nuclear weapons are "on the table" vis-a-vis Iran? Could I please be "allowed" to vote against nuclear armageddon without being told my feminism isn't seasoned enough?
And the idea that I have to support the tactics of James Carville, Sandy Berger, and Terry McCauliffe in order to show gratitude to my mother? She would spit.
Do we as women want to be taken seriously as strong, intelligent, capable voters? Then we can't make special pleas based on gender with no regard to the issues at hand.
We've had a week of hearing what a wimp Obama is over the ABC debate questions. Clinton argued that the questions were tough, Obama argued they were stupid and meaningless, and all of us agree they were a media travesty.
Yet without irony, one of Clinton's supposed arguments against MoveOn is that their members "intimidated" her caucus supporters. At the same time, Clinton is still running her "if you can't stand the heat" advertisements. What gives?
Hell, the hardcore caucusing Clinton supporters I know would not be intimidated by Sam Kinison:
I hate this train wreck. I just hate it.
And then I have as one of my homepage tabs a random wikipedia page and this one comes up. Pardon me if I'm just pissed off right now.
Over the past week I've noticed people posting youtubes to their blogs and the image is either cut off or running over their column margins. Just to be helpful to everybody (because what is on your blog is none of my business) here's a post I did earlier on how to post a youtube to your blog. Most people already know how, but just in case.
The new blogger I mention, Rechtaw, is here. I also am responsible in part for kicking Physioprof's ass into the blogosphere, but Physioprof is responsible for kicking my ass into serious knit blogging over on Ravelry starting when, today? Oh fuck, you're kidding. You're fucking kidding.
I so need to re-connect to my past knitting life. Oh nevermind.
A good review of the book I quote, Art & Fear, is here.
UPDATE: Hey, while we're looking at our blogger belly buttons, Godless Liberal Homo points out this 2006 article which says only five percent of internet users have their own blogs and only 0.1 percent post to blogs daily. If only Milton had known about Shakespeare's lousy posting habits.
And I did find that GLH post by checking my Technorati links. (Busted.)
No. Seriously. A Hello Kitty vanity plate parked in the lot of Whole Foods, and she had on the same exact car a Code Pink Ribbon? You can't mix Code Pink and Hello Kitty. Can you?
