To My Darling Soopermouse:
I can’t be there in person to make you a real cake, so this will have to do. I am so happy that we have become friends. Because of you, I have spent mountains of hours watching holocaust documentaries just so I can keep up with you in our epic debates. You are also my best insight into the minds of Eastern European boys and heavy metal music, and weird YouTube videos.
Happy birthday. Maybe I’ll find a way to be there in person for your next one.
I hate cauliflower. I mean I really hate cauliflower. I like most other veggies. Spinach, broccoli, asparagus, even brussell sprouts when cooked right. But I cannot imagine any scenario where I see cauliflower as anything other than an ugly blight on the vegetable world.
But other people like it. I can’t imagine why they do, but it happens. It happens often enough that it is always for sale at my grocery store. Always. And yet I keep shopping at that store. I don’t boycott the store. I haven’t written to my congressman asking him to pass a resolution that cauliflower is the root (or veg) of all evil. I simply refrain from buying or eating cauliflower myself. And I can still sneer at cauliflower eaters and snarkily ask them why they would put such and ugly, nasty thing in their mouths.
Human rights work the same way. I don’t like most of the Christian religion. I won’t go to their churches or share their beliefs. But I also am not writing my congressman to tell him that Christianity is the root of all evil and should be outlawed. But I still raise an eyebrow at the fundies and make fun of their belief in the magical sky fairy.
So when the fundies, of whatever religious flavor – Christian, Mormon, Muslim, whatever, pull out their “You’re mere existence steps on my rights” crap. I want to tie them down and force feed them cauliflower. They are wrong.
That gay people exist and should have the same human rights to marry and be parents is not infringing on anyones rights to believe that gays are the root of all evil. You can believe that till until the magical sky fairy returns for all I care. But you don’t get to legislate their rights away. Just like I, as a reasonable human being in the world, will not legislate the cauliflower away. Gays exist, cauliflowers exist, women who want control of their own bodies exist. And their right to exist trumps your desire to not feel uncomfortable.
No one will ever force a fundy to have hot gay sex. Or prevent a hetero couple from marrying because a smoking lesbian wants the bride. But on a daily basis, gay couples are kept from marrying the people they love and kept from providing stable homes to foster kids while fundies scream cause it makes them feel icky inside to imagine the “wrong” body parts lining up in a dark bedroom somewhere.
Inspired by this clip from 30 days posted at Jezebel (Sorry OD, it’s a habit i’m trying to break) that I can’t find an embeddable link for.
So you know how food prices are skyrocketing because of gas prices? You know about those midwestern floods that have demolished huge swaths of farmland. You know that the combo of those two things is going to make trips to the grocery store a luxury for many of us?
I am probably going to have to start pulling out cheaper and cheaper recipes. Dear gawd please spare me from a steady diet of ramen noodles. I don’t like them.
The other day I found a giant (5 lbs) pork roast with just a wee bone in it for 10 bucks. It’s enough meat for 3 or 4 meals.
I was trying to figure out how to season it and first made a lemony marinade. But we were out of honey to thicken it up. So I used molasses and some other seasonings. Before I wasted 10 pounds of meat, I took a good sniff of the marinade. It was bad. Really really bad. Like I couldn’t believe a combination of things that were not spoiled or rancid could smell that bad. So I dumped it down the drain and went simple.
I salted and peppered the roast generously. Then I scraped out the remains of a jar of dijon mustard, mixed it with a generous helping of minced garlic, and gave the roast a meat massage with it. I threw it in the crock pot on low overnight and today we have a mountain of the most tender, delicious pork ever. It literally melts in your mouth.
I’ve decided to make lemony roasted potatoes to cure the citrus craving I’m having. I think I’m going to do a modified Lebanese style potato, with lemon juice, olive oil, and lots of parsley. If you have never smelled the awesome that is lemon parsley and olive oil, they you are truly missing one of the best scent combos ever.
And maybe glazed carrots using the molasses. Or not. Maybe just a shredded carrot salad with some raspberry vinegar for kick.
Hi All!
First, work on the book is going, but slowly. I have so much of it in my head and wish I could just drill a hole behind my ear and pour all this stuff out onto paper. But alas, we are not that high tech yet. Many thanks to Soopermouse and Ruthzilla who are letting me steal some of their teenage stories to fill in the pages. You two rock the casbah.
Now a few things I want to bitch about:
Katherine Heigl took herself out of the running for an Emmy this year because what the writers gave her to work with was crap. It’s true, they totally dumbed her down. They turned a previously interesting character into a mushy, insecure doormat. She finally has enough power to do something about it, and she did. Yay for her. I didn’t hear so much hating when George Clooney felt the same way about ER. But Katherine’s a girl, so naturally she should just shut up and be grateful that anyone would write her anything.
Teenage pregnancy pacts- totally fiction. I could have told you that one. Hey skeevy principal, if you feel the need to lie and smear young girls so as to keep your job then you are in the wrong line of work. You should try working for the Obama campaign or the media. Both are experts at smearing women for personal gain.
Consider this an open bitchfest. Something bugging you. Need to rant, to rave. Leave it in comments. Come on, you know you wanna.
You taught my about NIMBY when I was just a wee kid sneaking peaks at you on HBO. But this is probably why I love you the best.
Paula Abeles, Clinton supporter turned McCain endorser has had the Obot treatment. The Obots, unhappy that she just won’t drink the fucking koolaid, published her private contact info and now she and her family are receiving death threats.
Nice. Way to stay classy Obama. Your bots are starting to remind me of the Hitler youth.
Kid:we are at an impass-ay
Me: it’s impasse. Passe means something else
Kid: what?
Me: It means you are behind the times. Like so 5 minutes ago. Au currant means you are totally right now.
Kid: so what if I am totally furturistic
Me: Oh they have people who are paid to imagine what the future is like, they are called futurists
Kid: Do they need to study a lot of psychology.
Me: I think so.
Kid: That’s what I want to be then- a futurist forensic anthropologist
ME: So you want to figure out how people want to die in the future.
Kid: yes, that is exactly right.
Me: Dude, you’re weird.
From Vastleft comes a list of Pro BO comments in Florida, you know those half people in the southern most reaches of the country.
I’m just gonna quote one here. I think it sums up the cult of Obama pretty succinctly.
Bolds mine, natch
Listen pall….take your shit somewhere else…no one wants to hear it on this site…..go stand on your soapbox with McCain supporters..nothing you say means anything to me…Obama could murder somebody at this point and I would still vote for him…..in other words…go f*@& yourself!!!
Meet the new Dems. Aren’t you proud of what our party has become?
A response to a friend who thinks I shouldn’t take his Hillary hate personally:
If I supported a candidate who thought that death threats against you were okay, or that had no problem addressing black members of the press as son, or boy- you might understand that it is fucking personal. Misogyny hurts every woman, not just the one it’s directed at. I hate Obama with a fiery fucking passion, but I still stand up to people that make fucking monkey sock puppet Obama dolls cause I know it hurts more than just Obama. It hurts people I care about.
If I told you to get over it when people publish pictures of Michelle Obama being lynched- would you take it personally? What if someone called Obama a dumb n*gger? Would you take it personally? What if thousands of Hillary supporters started trolling blogs run by people of color and saying things like “shine my shoes you fucking jungle monkey” Would you take it personally?
It is fucking personal. The democratic party wants the women to shut up and get back in the voting booth, despite the black eyes and broken ribs we’ve gotten from our party. It is fucking personal.
So you coming back like this, full of the same lines, hurts me.
The problem with Democratic compromises is that they are over things that should never be bargained away, such as privacy, a social safety net, transparent government responsive to the citizenry, and other fundamental principles of liberal democracy.
Compromises are for making choices between acceptable outcomes, but where one may be more to the liking of one party than the other choices. Our rights, such as freedom from unlawful search and seizure, are not on the table.
Word!