Yesterday I discovered "conservative commentator" Debbie Schlussel.  Normally I don't read conservative blowhards b/c their flapping heads make my eye twitch.  But I have to say, Debbie crosses the line from being offensive to outright ridiculousness.

Behold, her criticism of the film A Mighty Heart, and its "pro-Islam agenda."  Which then devolves ( Read more... )

Dreamt that Boyfriend and I were trying to escape an erupting volcano on a small tropical island.  We didn't rush.  In my dreams, the liquid hot magma is very slow.

The PMS is still attempting to take control and pilot my meat sack.  I'm all wobbly, prone to fits of rage, and desire salt.  The good news is that someone upstairs has heard my rambling ( Read more... )

Dreamt about database organization last night.  Mmmmm, my homework follows me in my sleep.

Wow.  I feel a helluva lot better today!  Thank zombie jebus.  I haven't been that sick in a long time.  Blech, awful.  Today I'm all happy and motivated.  I've got violin practice tonight.  Which is a very good thing when you consider the god-awful sounds I ( Read more... )

Dreamt that I was bound by the wrists to the center of a concrete amphitheater.  Which was okay b/c I was engaged in some serious nookie with John Leguizamo while Jamie Foxx looked on.  There was a sudden explosion which obliterated the guys and left me burned to a cinder but still alive.  I ran around screaming and flailing for a minute and then I ( Read more... )

Can't remember many details of the dream other then it was a blood bath.  I kept wandering from room to room, marveling at the buckets of blood splatter.  I think there was some sex involved but I can't remember what, when or where.

I went home and continued to be active.  God alone knows why.  Managed to knock out 30 minutes of DVD yoga before my ( Read more... )

Dreamt that I was having insane sea adventures on both a ship and a submarine.  I was hopelessly in love with a very swarthy, Bluto-esq fellow who kept coming to my rescue.  Once while riding a whale.

This weekend was a font of activity.  I attended the Weekend Guide information seminar at the Philly Art Museum.  Roughly 100 applicants showed up, ( Read more... )

Fatticus needs to get a grip.  Was it really necessary for him to come into the bathroom, prop himself up on the edge of the tub and make food-begging meows at me while I was drying off from the shower? I don't like it when he watches me while I'm in the buff.  I can't help but think he's comparing my fur-less-ness to that of a naked mole rat.

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You know how you think you know something?  Sometimes I think, just because I've got Tits and I've Read Some Stuff, it makes me edu-ma-cated.  Boobs and literature does not a comprehensive understanding make when it comes to women's studies.  In essence, I need to spend more time in the company of ms_redcat or an intellect of equal value and raise my own ( Read more... )

I finished my NaNoWriMo outline.  It was supposed to be a romance, but when I was finished it was more thriller/horror.  There was just no room for the lubs.  Poor lubs.  Bobface has decided to join me on my mission.  I knew I could depend on Franbo to beat him into submission!  Whee!

My throat is hitting new lows of skritchy-ness.  How the fuck is ( Read more... )

Wow.  I am seriously out of shape.  And I don't mean bloopy, I mean weak.  As in, where did all my upper body strength go?  Why are my calves and thighs locked up from 2 minutes of jump rope and 10 squats/lunges?   And the 10 girlie style push-ups?  Dood.  Kill me now.

Still, I managed to roll around in exercise clothes on Friday and again on Sunday ( Read more... )