Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. Though I have been unfaithful (oh, Facebook! Scrabble! Grieving! Sick! Sad! Visitors! Life in general!), I am very fond of my dear flisters and count on your support when I'm blue.

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At last, some journalism students did what I've been hoping anyone on television would do: ask the anti-health care folks what, exactly, they oppose, and where, exactly, they are getting their "information" from. This wonderful video was made on a day the protesters were downtown with, coincidentally, the Barnum & Bailey / Ringling Brothers ( Read more... )

vandringar is giving away fancy Veitchia arecina Montgomery palm seedlings to anyone who lives in U.S. Zone 10a or the equivalent. (This is Florida, parts of Texas, California, etc. Think hot and tropical, menagerie73 and my Texans! Yeah, maybe New Orleans.) Here and this is what they look like potted and grown up.

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Hey there, my cherished Canuckian flisters, I salute you! And I can do so in such a snazzy way because of the kind and talented Menagerie73, who made this icon for me a while ago, in addition to the brand-new lawyer icon (which, BTW, he informs me actually had nothing to do with the "Objection!" video game, which he hadn't seen. Whoops. Oh, well.)

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In the interest of encouraging the poets on my flist, I report that jehannamama has a friend ozarque who got her poem Bordo Crossing published, go see.

It put me in mind of The Eyes of Lucy Jordan, which I love. Small excerpt from Bordo Crossing

Peter, Peter, Potato-Chip Eater,
had a wife and couldn't keep her,
put her in a mortgaged shell
and there he kept her.

I SAID:

Hey, flisters, Copperwise wrote a poem about Rossetti, go see.

(Thank you, Nettle.)