I admit, this pleases me.


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So, I am re-reading for the ~th time a book that I read for the first time as an early adolescent, which contributed greatly to the formation of my character, and still is one of my favorite books/series.

Angelique  by Sergeanne Golon - an excellent, high-quality, extremely well-written example of period drama/soap opera/soft-core porn.

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So, it passed, and I totally didn't get the jubilation anyone else was having about the presidential election. Perhaps because I have to work with a woman who one hundred percent believes everything in the yes ads. Her stated position doesn't even make sense. She doesn't believe the government should have any say about marriage, that it should ( Read more... )

So, on my bus ride home from work, twice now we have passed screaming masses of "Yes on 8" people.  The first time I didn't really think about it, but after I figured out what they were yammering about I started shaking my head and mouthing no.  Since I was making eye contact, this kind of made them a bit frenzied.  Stupid people.  Freedom of ( Read more... )

as I was in the room, I couldn't help but be something of a witness of the

Democratic National Convention.

Two thoughts:

Michelle Obama is a much better speaker than either her husband or his running mate, but, honey, seriously, President of the United States here, you could maybe put on something with a collar?

President Clinton - Oh My Fucking God ( Read more... )

Read this.  Everyone.  If you disagree with any of it, defriend me now.

So, a conference with Elder Son's teacher is coming up today, so I put together a little proposal letter for his teacher and other administrators, asking them to consider organizing a card-writing campaign for our soldiers abroad.  I have to edit it before I give it to her, since my husband pointed out that the "any recovering soldier" at Walter ( Read more... )

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It's midnight, and 90 degrees.

There is a rattling and rustling in my kitchen, and mousie number 15 went out with the trash this morning.

I totally missed that it was Sept. 11 yesterday (ish) - Younger son had his well-baby visit, complete with shots and attendant extreme crankiness.  He's 6 and a half months old, and weighs  20 lbs and 8 oz.  The ( Read more... )