So, as I've told at least 85 people over the course of the past twenty-three hours:
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Um, I would like to state for the sake of clarification that my father is not a civil libertarian1, nor is he in any way affiliated with "that group" (not that there's anything wrong with civil libertarians, natch).

Pardon me for thinking Bill O'Reilly would actually, you know, know what the hell he was talking about.


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My Papa's going to be on the teevee!1 I am actually recording Bill O'Reilly, which, let me assure you, I have never done before and likely never will again. Anyway. It should be really damn interesting, because he's being interviewed in respect to this editorial he wrote for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution a few weeks ago.2 I'm not gonna lie: I' ( Read more... )

So, as a follow-up to this, my father called me this afternoon to tell me he'd gotten the job at what I think is John Marshall Law School. Which, you know: hurrah, go him. But. This really is -- and I know it sounds cheesy, but whatever -- the end of an era. Alice left California this summer, and she'd been there since I was twelve, and my father's ( Read more... )

My mom's on Google! And so am I (sort of)!

Now, with content! A story from my father ( Read more... )

Shelby had been complaining about the "lack of Faith on her friendslist." Thus.

For those of you lacking the background, I'll catch you up: my mother has been the Volunteer Coordinator for the Nebraska Storytelling Festival for about ten years now. It's really difficult and pretty much sucks up all of her energy for the summer. Nancy Duncan, ( Read more... )

So, like, all is well with the world, or something.

*beam*

I've been so happy since I got back I can't even tell you. It's good to be home, for so many reasons. It's gorgeous, and everyone's here, and there's a puppy in the house (just for the weekend), and I don't have to work after all, and I don't have a lot of homework, and Bill and Mom ( Read more... )

Am lonely for now, but fine. I've been thinking and scribbling about a ton of things for weeks now, and there's a whole hell of a lot to say - not all of it even terribly important, more often than not it just amuses me - but it's all still pretty fractured right now; and anyway it's time for bed. There's church in the morning, for the first ( Read more... )

What the hell. It's time for bed already.

Nobody's online. Woe. In other news, though, the babies left this morning, so the house is now lovely and quiet again.

Anyway, I wanted to post this when I was home over lunch, but Mom was home so I ended up chatting with her instead:

(10:18 a.m.) - "I just got real excited about HBP (Harry Potter ( Read more... )