tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56419922011-04-21T18:22:29.792-07:00FurhousenothingFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1085752852926850212004-05-28T06:59:00.000-07:002004-10-01T14:43:18.530-07:00Moving On
Thanks for your patronage. Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1085582395976231962004-05-26T07:38:00.000-07:002004-05-26T07:39:55.976-07:00apparently I've got some catching up to do
Here's an article on a woman in Arkansas who just gave birth to her 15th child. FIFTEENTH. And the real horror? SHE'S MY AGE. She was given a "Young Mother of the Year" award recently, according to the article. I don't know...I almost think this qualifies as some kind of mental disorder.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1085154969212681162004-05-21T08:54:00.000-07:002004-05-21T10:16:15.516-07:00listen
Recently learned of KEXP, a station out of Seattle that broadcasts online. It's excellent: almot 100% alternative music (real alternative, not angry-white-boy Z97.3 ROCKS music), listener-supported (no commercials), and...okay those are the selling points. I already have a list of groups I must check into further based on the tracks I heard. To wit:
Ozomatli - Street Signs
Ash - Walking Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1084916920894793892004-05-18T14:48:00.000-07:002004-05-18T14:48:40.893-07:00when fans go bad
"Ross-n-Rachel.com." Ow. Just...ow.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1084289205247176082004-05-11T08:26:00.000-07:002004-05-11T08:26:45.246-07:00Just saying hi. With the wedding, and the honeymoon, and the horrid adjustment back to actually being at work and in the real world, I haven’t had a lot of heart for updating this site. I’ll go out on a limb here and say (practically outing myself if I haven’t already) that I have another non-anonymous site where I chatter all about these things. I started this one so I could speak without Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1082823961428723282004-04-24T09:26:00.000-07:002004-04-24T09:29:02.560-07:00and the storm has lifted
Well. After days and days and days and DAYS of rain, and weather reports of thunderstorms for today, suddenly--the reports abruptly changed and we have ONE AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL CLOUD-FREE, SUNNY DAY FOR THE WEDDING!!! Tomorrow it's supposed to rain again! So my dream of an outdoor wedding -- in a garden of full-in-bloom lilacs, no less -- is going to come true. My sister Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1082569151875212642004-04-21T10:39:00.000-07:002004-04-21T10:42:09.733-07:00fiasco
My thrown-together-at-last-minute bachelorette party had five people in attendance, including me. My sister/maid of honor so pissed off one of my friends in the planning of it, the friend refused to come. Some friend. My sister's kid was sick, but she had us come over anyway. I got his sickness. I have been sick all week so far. This whole week has been surreal. My designer is barking at Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1082151263750524602004-04-16T14:33:00.000-07:002004-04-16T14:37:16.840-07:00the best words anyone can hear
Final dress fitting.
Tailor: Don't lose any more weight!
The thing is, I haven't lost any weight. I don't know where she got this notion. But if I can take anything as a sign to eat more ice cream, that's it.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1082085766629328442004-04-15T20:22:00.000-07:002004-04-15T20:28:02.483-07:00thanks for the lift
We have two cars. One is a big rusty van that carts our Newfoundland to and from the vet, and which carried around our antique farmhouse sink for six months until we finally had a place to put it in the kitchen. One is a Beetle that someone ran into (and fled, nondenominationalhigherpowerdamn'em) in DECEMBER and we've had quite a few other things to pay for, so it still has a Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1081954436781120852004-04-14T07:53:00.000-07:002004-04-14T07:57:06.796-07:00snow
My outdoor wedding is in 10 days, and yesterday it snowed. Big, wet, rainy, miserable snow, complete with gray skies and cold winds. Ugh. I was walking out of an airport at the time, returning from research in Memphis where I went with a bad cold, or a sinus infection, or strep, or some kind of weird flu, or god knows what I had, because I was so afraid that if I skipped it, they would Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1081433716268421152004-04-08T07:14:00.000-07:002004-04-08T07:18:01.340-07:00sounds about right
You are Maureen Dowd! You like to give people sillynicknames and write in really short, nonsequitur paragraphs. You're the most playful ofthe columnists and a rock-ribbed liberal, butare often accused of being too flamboyant andfrivolous. You tend to focus on style oversubstance, personality over politics. But yourheart is in the right place. Plus, you are atotal fox.
Which Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1081356009959540172004-04-07T09:38:00.000-07:002004-04-07T09:43:19.903-07:00i lay my head on the railroad tracks
Someone wrote to me today asking (partially in jest), "Why are you working at that place?" I responded, "I am working here because I am lazy, have poor self-esteem, and was raised by wolves."
My maid of honor's husband was put in jail yesterday. To further quote Warren Zevon, I don't want to talk about it.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1081136484679926162004-04-04T20:41:00.000-07:002004-04-04T20:44:05.890-07:00not dead yet
I stole that headline.
My eyes have seen the glory, and they get tired easily when I spend too much time on the computer still. So I will post a story of my Lasik surgery at some point, but not tonight. I am up far too late but wanted to come here just to download, so to speak, my latest pre-wedding shenanigans. (I love "shenanigans" even more I think than "accoutrements.") (ScratchFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080837226023217542004-04-01T08:32:00.000-08:002004-04-01T08:36:23.936-08:00i'm sick of you people!
Okay, I am now officially sick of people who think that being asked to be involved in my wedding (reading, being in it, attending a party) is not an honor but a tiresome chore. Jeezuz H. like I thought I'd end up BEGGING people to read. Makes me want to kick people's asses.
Such a lovely way to feel about your wedding.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080599087176890532004-03-29T14:15:00.000-08:002004-03-29T14:27:22.420-08:00the bridget jonesing of my life
Today:
1) My boss sent me an email today asking me NOT to seat him with a particular coworker. This after they asked if they could bring their pre-teen son (who will be bored shirtless, no doubt) even though he wasn’t invited. I quietly ask a coworker about this and it turns out that respective wives had such a falling out they can’t even be at the same table with Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080523108426185302004-03-28T17:18:00.000-08:002004-03-28T17:39:46.890-08:00a few years back...
...I attended a couple of weddings within a couple weeks of each other. The bride and groom at the first were guests at the second. I asked the bride that day, "Are you sad it's them now and not you?"
"Oh no," she said. "I'm not sad at all. I'm kind of glad it's not me."
I think I'm starting to know how she feels. The past few days I have
- spent three hours at a lingerie Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080235724648288952004-03-25T09:26:00.000-08:002004-03-25T09:31:59.860-08:00see you later
I'm going to be offline for a couple days as I'm getting Lasik surgery later on today. I'll return when I'm allowed to look at a computer again. I was feeling really nervous about having people put things in my eyes (I still am), and then I talked to a friend of mine I haven't seen (so to speak) in awhile. Turns out she had surgery last week where they had to cut muscles from one Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080162670600329512004-03-24T13:09:00.000-08:002004-03-24T13:13:40.920-08:00anxiety meds
"I'm stressed and worried about 100 things," I write to Kevin.
He writes back, "I would tell you not to worry, but we both know you wouldn't listen, anyway. Instead I will just tell you this: When two people love each other as much as you and Loved One obviously do, the wedding will be beautiful, no matter what. Something will go wrong, because it always does. (In my case it was theFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080140106900797612004-03-24T06:54:00.000-08:002004-03-24T06:59:29.420-08:005/3 Bank unfriendly to gaysIn a move counter to a national corporate trend, shareholders of Fifth Third Bancorp voted Tuesday against including gays and lesbians in the company's non-discrimination policy.More.
Contact 5/3.Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080139687477512562004-03-24T06:46:00.000-08:002004-03-24T06:50:37.030-08:00just sayin'
So the FCC is fining Bono for shouting with exuberance, Clear Channel is firing Howard Stern, and meanwhile last night on a very prominent local Clear Channel radio station, I have the misfortune of hearing this (any, but this in particular) song by Nickelback, which includes these lyrics:I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080073016932889872004-03-23T12:15:00.000-08:002004-03-23T12:19:26.123-08:00um...uh....
Just got a call from the manager of my reception facility. Since it's a pretty basic space where they ask you to take down tables and chairs after your event, I make sure that it will be professionally cleaned before we're in to set up in the morning.
"Oh yeah," he says. "We got some Mexicans." Before I can get anything out, he continues, "Yeah, they'll do anything for that 50 Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080070377701665582004-03-23T11:31:00.000-08:002004-03-23T11:35:26.653-08:00neither am I
Here's a little something for all those who insist "abortion hurts women." Not all, it doesn't. The experiences shared on this site are a far cry from the (actual quote) "stunned and crying girls led to the abortion mills" that the Right to Life likes to write about in its newsletters.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1080060682147726652004-03-23T08:41:00.000-08:002004-03-23T08:53:51.513-08:00PS your haircut stinks
Dear woman I work with:
I have been working in this business since 1989. I know how to present my ideas to clients. I had my own (successful) business and had my own clients for a time, too. Really, I know how to present my own work. There is no need for you to jump in and speak for me as if you’re afraid of what your pathetic minion might say.
The abrupt emails you send Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1079998058888687842004-03-22T15:26:00.000-08:002004-03-22T15:30:07.090-08:00oh good non-higher-power
Okay, so admittedly we're a little late casting about for hotel reservations for our out-of-town wedding guests. Loved One found out today that a slight dearth of rooms has to do with the "Women of Faith" conference being in town the same weekend. Oy.Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1079974860647074962004-03-22T08:50:00.000-08:002004-03-22T09:03:28.996-08:00considering
Considering asking my therapist for anti-anxiety meds.
Friday night: washed 21 glasses that are going to be given out as part of our wedding favors--by hand, as our kitchen is still not done and we can't hook up our dishwasher until the sink is in and we can't put in the sink until my brother tiles the countertop and he can't tile the countertop until he finishes my sister's floor Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1079711267079466502004-03-19T07:46:00.000-08:002004-03-19T07:50:11.873-08:00why I don't like zoos
Gorillas and other creatures are just too intelligent to not know they're imprisoned against their will. I think it's only natural that, should they somehow get free, they react with aggression. Sad story.Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1079564379289810402004-03-17T14:51:00.000-08:002004-03-17T15:17:29.090-08:00confusion in her eyes that says it all: she's lost control
My eyes have that odd dry-spongey feeling you get after you're back from the eye doctor for a couple hours and the drops are finally wearing off. I've been toying with getting laser surgery for a few months, and of course make the move now, just weeks before my wedding, so I have to have it soon soon soon soon SOON according to the officeFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1079449992898508992004-03-16T07:10:00.000-08:002004-03-16T07:15:35.013-08:00far from the wedding planning crowd's ignoble strife
Got this list of questions from the wedding coordinator this morning. And people keep asking why planning a wedding takes so long.Do you want to see each other prior to the ceremony?
Furhouse, are you being escorted by anyone down the aisle?
Have you decided on guest book/program attendants and if so, who?
Have you decided on who is reading, ifFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1079319304276085302004-03-14T18:55:00.000-08:002004-03-16T07:18:21.576-08:00oh my
I am tired. I feel like singin' oooo lawdy like I'm at the top of a Moby song. Only, I won't. Had a somegoodsomebad kind of weekend. Want to hear about it? If not, I hear there's some just real good shows on Fox tonight.
I started the weekend accompanying a friend to a (shudder) home selling party. I hadn't seen her in awhile, and I told myself that it would be research for the home Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1079116839665075672004-03-12T10:36:00.000-08:002004-03-12T10:43:10.903-08:00strange days indeed
I sent this email to a friend, and figured it was worthy of explaining what I'd been doing lately. He's between jobs as an actor and feeling unsure and unhappy about his life and his career. So I shared with him the exciting and adventuresome world of off-market advertising...Well, let me tell you about my week. I think work is like this: you have highs and lows. Everyone has Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-10790215896110882004-03-11T08:11:00.000-08:002004-03-11T08:16:24.593-08:00here's a fun idea
Via Queer Joe's Knitting Blog (How much do I love that it is not only a knitting blog, it is a queer knitting blog? Truly there is a subculture for every subculture.): Create your own anti-Bush/Cheney poster, using the rebub's own online tools.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1078954230499987322004-03-10T13:25:00.000-08:002004-03-10T13:32:46.700-08:00the cost of love, part II
Officiant: $50
Food & cake: $4050
Hair & makeup: $200
Musicians: $200
DJ: $365
Photographer: $1,000-1300
Invitations: $840
Flowers: $350 (got a deal on those)
Wedding coordinator: $900
Lighting: $1100
Chairs for ceremony: $225
Still to be estimated:
Alcohol (good lord)
Additional hall decorations
Alterations
Additional attendant gifts
And all this is stuff that I have Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1078869346714841552004-03-09T13:55:00.000-08:002004-03-09T13:58:23.310-08:00thanks for the money...I mean, memories
St. Ursula Academy hosts mass for Marge Schott.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1078525642169676302004-03-05T14:26:00.000-08:002004-03-05T14:29:33.360-08:00the blustery day
Me outside at lunch (thought bubble): Hmm, wow, it's really windy. Look at all those kind of...sticks...blowing past. Oh, I see...they're dry sticks from those big pampas grasses that are right over--OW!
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1078419775578906742004-03-04T09:00:00.000-08:002004-03-04T09:05:05.873-08:00reading material
I'm super-busy this week. In the meantime, this is a fascinating article on Howard Stern and what he believes really got him fired from Clear Channel, behemoth of the airwaves. I've only listened and/or seen Howard Stern a handful of times in my life, just FYI. Interesting stuff. Article via Blah 3, which also has a lot of interesting stuff to read.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1078325566232904522004-03-03T06:45:00.000-08:002004-03-03T06:55:07.450-08:00Marge.
Marge Schott died yesterday. I remember when the Reds had just won the world championship in 1990, and the first George's war was going on. She dedicated the win to "our boys in the Far East." Someone nudged her, and she corrected herself, "I mean, in the Middle West."
My dad went to college with her. He once told me a story of how she somehow won homecoming queen, and none of the guys Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1078151680809610152004-03-01T06:33:00.000-08:002004-03-01T06:37:08.670-08:00the oscars
And a blow for freedom is struck for gorgeous, tall blondes everywhere!
Seriously, what is the deal with Sean Penn getting best actor?Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077923900501674222004-02-27T15:10:00.006-08:002004-02-27T15:29:03.686-08:00Does it, now.
Every morning on my way to work I pass a smallish billboard that has three or four close-up photos of sad-looking women over the blaring headline, “Abortion Hurts Women.” It makes me so angry. It really, really pisses me off. And I wonder how they can get away with this.
I work in advertising, and I cannot write headlines like that. I cannot say, for instance, if I wanted people toFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077832431985730142004-02-26T13:53:00.000-08:002004-02-26T13:59:10.543-08:00email extravaganza(a brief respite from the seriousness)
It’s the new trend at work, where sending a frivolous and mildly offensive email to the entire staff got someone fired not all that long ago, that people still occasionally send fairly trivial staff emails, but are sure to apologize for it first. This week saw this in my inbox:Sorry for the staff email but I am in search of a bottle of redFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077655946965745472004-02-24T12:52:00.000-08:002004-02-24T12:54:27.700-08:00no defense
I am getting married in April. And I want my marriage defended.
I want my marriage defended against fake marriages on the Fox network between an abusive semi-millionaire and a bleached blonde stranger, between a sobbing schoolteacher, a “big, fat” actor, and a completely screwed-over family, or starring a woman in $15,000 heels and about 12 million pink roses (surely the greenery Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077654905087874592004-02-24T12:35:00.000-08:002004-02-24T12:37:16.716-08:00Think about it.The Equal Rights Amendment, first proposed in 1923, is still not part of the U.S. Constitution. The entire text of the Equal Rights Amendment:Section 1. Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of sex.
Section 2. The Congress shall have the power to enforce, by appropriate legislation, the provisions of this Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077311401702302832004-02-20T13:09:00.000-08:002004-02-20T13:11:59.076-08:00wow
Beautiful photos. Everyone just looks so happy and joyful. Exactly how you should on a wedding day.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077292088372453472004-02-20T07:42:00.000-08:002004-02-20T07:50:19.436-08:00Send good wishes to couples marrying in SF: send flowers
Florists near City Hall in San Francisco are now delivering flowers to random same-sex couples who are getting married. Wonderful idea heard first through someone going as "dragon's angel", and also through Chgo Red (who has a valuable update since the initial flower shop got swamped with orders). A wonderful way to say, "Even we here in Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077206880398845132004-02-19T08:07:00.000-08:002004-02-19T08:18:04.343-08:00the two cars of the apocalypse
This morning at the garage, the car to my left was a (no other way to describe it) candy apple red Cougar something-or-other. It had a Lucy Van Pelt sticker that said “Never underestimate a pretty face” and a Snoopy doll hanging from the rearview mirror. To my right was a black Toyota with a plastic skull on the dashboard and fake (I…think) bullet holes along the Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077130682478521612004-02-18T10:56:00.000-08:002004-02-18T10:59:57.170-08:00my thoughts exactly (only better articulated and published)
And no question became so clear, so obvious, as the one being asked by same-sex-marriage advocates around the world: What, really, is so wrong about this? What is the horrible threat about two adults who love each other so intensely, so purely, that they're willing to commit to a lifetime of being together and sleeping together and Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1077032563866422912004-02-17T07:41:00.000-08:002004-02-17T07:45:24.950-08:00I get bored.
I have gone from insanely busy to not busy at all. So I filled out this stupid thing. Got it originally from Ric, and frankly we're both too old for this.
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Don't ask, don't tell.
-- Birth date: Ditto.
-- Birthplace: The same.
-- Current Location: What she said.
-- Eye Color: hazel
-- Hair Color: Reddish brown
-- Height: 5’9’
-- Righty or Lefty: Right (hand, not Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1076965130470275262004-02-16T12:58:00.000-08:002004-02-16T13:00:43.390-08:00things have come to a pretty pass
Anxiety dream:
I am at a grocery store with my mother, who—only in the dream—is suffering from the early stages of Alzheimer’s. I watch with horror as she screams at the clerk for ringing up the groceries that she just selected. “Those aren’t mine!” she yells at him.
The scene changes and I am talking to people who are assembled for my wedding. Only we’re not Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1076696495178868302004-02-13T10:20:00.000-08:002004-02-13T10:23:25.250-08:00I'm not sure if I'm more floored at the fact that our DJ just cancelled for the wedding via email, or at his complete inability to spell.I have some bad news. My wife has informed me that (date) is also the same day that my family had scheduled a trip to Mertle Beach.I know I have
planned on DJ for a while now and normally would ever have anything plans conflicting that's planned in advance.My Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1076622879567758272004-02-12T13:52:00.000-08:002004-02-12T13:56:28.310-08:00marquees
Kevin has a funny little something. Reminds me of something I noted on an old blog long ago and far away, a few weeks after 9/11. All the fast food restaurants in the area had taken down their "God Bless America" marquees, save for one Wendy's near my mom's house. But it read, "God Less Am I."
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1076444537905780182004-02-10T12:22:00.000-08:002004-02-10T12:27:57.920-08:00what's been goin' on
I've been absent the last few days because too much has been happening. Bush went on Meet the Press and has been getting spanked ever since (yay). The governor of Ohio is seriously in favor of legislation that would forbid gay marriage in the state, something that appalls me and that I need to sit down to write about when I have time. I picked up my wedding dress and it sort Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1076367986770836822004-02-09T15:04:00.000-08:002004-02-09T15:08:33.030-08:00credit where credit is due
Revisiting this piece by Joe Conason because right now I have a lot on my plate. And anyway, this is something you need to memorize. I suggest printing it out and attaching it to your mirror.If Americans have a common fault, however, it's our tendency to suffer from historical amnesia. Too many of us have forgotten, or never learned, what kind of country America was Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1076022183778596502004-02-05T15:03:00.000-08:002004-02-05T15:07:43.903-08:00I can't think of a pithy title that says what I need to say which is, "Why are people so threatened by two adults who are in love and committed to one another wanting to have a legal marriage?"
I will quote now from Words Mean Things, who supplied this succinct talking point for politicians, but I think the rest of us could benefit from it, too:I think what's important here...is to understand Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075995709209622122004-02-05T07:38:00.000-08:002004-02-05T07:43:30.796-08:00turns out, it's easy to do
Coworker has been needing to say sayonara to a guy she's been going on casual dates with for several weeks. She was agonizing on how to let him go via email (it's been casual enough that email is okay, in my opinion), so I dashed off this email and gave it to her to use. "Oh my god it's PERFECT!" I heard her yell from her cube. "I love how you inserted his name."
"ThatFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075992158626704322004-02-05T06:42:00.000-08:002004-02-05T06:45:14.090-08:00help a liberal out
Go here today and participate in the one-question web poll if you'd like to show your support for equal rights for gays. Thank you.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075954751812382672004-02-04T20:19:00.000-08:002004-02-04T20:48:28.840-08:00god that's good
I just went to Making Light for the first time and ended up spending a half-hour there. Was most engaged by this examination of a site dedicated to would-be writers bitching about their rejection letters. It's delightful and amusing and gratifying to read all at once. (You know, sometimes, for a writer, my writin' sucks. Which is why I drop the "g." To confuse you and make my Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075906007185431822004-02-04T06:45:00.000-08:002004-02-04T06:48:27.843-08:00items in mirror
I'm just checking in b/c tired. I'm really irritated because my coworkers are currently nattering on about the new wrinkle cream that is outrageously overpriced that they both bought. Good luck with that. I did not have enough sleep and I've been gone on a TV shoot for a couple days. So I'll be back soon.
Okay, I really do not need to know that your wrinkle cream should be warmedFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075488271987014222004-01-30T10:38:00.000-08:002004-01-30T10:57:34.873-08:00don't touch
Fresh off last night's "Apprentice" is this funny ditty about the TV de Trump. Helps to watch the show to get it, but the stuff about his hair rings true no matter what.
A few background facts before I rant just a little, tiny bit: I am an attractive (I am, swear it), stylish, very smart 30-something in a professional career. We're creative and we can wear jeans to work, but we're Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075418195791928232004-01-29T15:14:00.000-08:002004-01-29T15:18:11.046-08:00cooler heads prevail
I'm such a whiny, whiny baby. I'm sorry that my previous message was so whiny. I basically go through every emotion every hour while I'm trying to get my work done in the course of the day. You just caught me at a bad time. Har.
Incidentally, I just discovered you can call the West Indies just the same as making a long distance call within the US. We are honeymooning in St. Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075390426822604872004-01-29T07:29:00.000-08:002004-01-29T07:35:21.530-08:00hate all
Why is everyone such a fucking idiot? My clients give me new direction on radio I'm writing YESTERDAY, and I'm expected to present spots to them for approval TOMORROW MORNING. They act as if nothing has to go through an internal approval process here at work--from my brain directly to the client's inbox, apparently!
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075158531541516492004-01-26T15:06:00.000-08:002004-01-26T15:10:56.483-08:00wedding trivia
I was reading the 100 Things list at Words Mean Things. His #97 reads, "I once told a co-worker...that I was an ordained minister from an ad in the back of Rolling Stone...."
Loved One and I are getting married by a guy who really was ordained through the back of Rolling Stone. Ours will be the third wedding he's officiated. And it's legal and everything.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1075087178923273592004-01-25T19:19:00.000-08:002004-01-25T19:24:50.513-08:00hot and cold
Eating wasabi peas in the chilly attic. It's snowed at least 5 inches outside. We took the dog for a walk earlier, thinking she'd love it. She did for about five minutes, then devoted herself to lying down every ten steps to dig snow out from between her toes with her teeth. We cut the walk rather short.
The wasabi peas (I just typo'd "peaces." I must be channeling "Visualize Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074884413800459632004-01-23T10:53:00.000-08:002004-01-23T14:38:09.250-08:00sister goes nutty
Actually, in my family this doesn't really count as "nutty." But in the realm of wedding planning, close enough.
Loved One and I decided on a whim to have almost all of our nieces and nephews in the wedding (exceptions being made for the very young or the ones who live out of town and we don't know well), and so they make up almost the entire wedding party. There aren't going Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074874840789177822004-01-23T08:19:00.000-08:002004-01-23T08:22:09.716-08:00Boycott CBS
So much for the "liberal media." CBS refuses to run Move On ad.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074824765919618422004-01-22T18:26:00.000-08:002004-01-22T19:25:14.280-08:00"I can't die this fat."
I wrote that once when I was in the throes of a depression. The original is around here somewhere, down in the basement, a line from the kind of poem I used to cough out on a regular basis. Before I found Happiness, and according to some friends gave up the right to ever express unhappiness again. Before I found True Love.
I'm sure I wrote the above when I was at my Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074823702969175742004-01-22T18:08:00.000-08:002004-01-22T18:14:49.030-08:00i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i....
I, uh... So...Just....
words for this kind of fucking lower-than-even-I-thought-the-Republicans-would-go, asshole we-own-the-world-and-everyone-in-it, meanwhile-don't-mind-us-as-we-prance-about-all-holier-than-thou, hypocritical-as-all-fucking-hell BULLSHIT just...
**********SOUND OF HEAD EXPLODING!*********Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074718909990814612004-01-21T12:59:00.000-08:002004-01-21T13:03:17.373-08:00I'm serious
Don't read me, read her. Got the link from This Modern World, but have taken notice of Margaret of late thanks to, I think, a reference on Words Mean Things.
I mean,> As a part of this demographic
> I have discovered that it is
> difficult for me to get student
> loans, scholarships, jobs
> (companies get tax breaks if
> they hire anyone but a white male).
Really? I don't Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074697835697907922004-01-21T07:09:00.000-08:002004-01-21T07:12:02.733-08:00I got nothin'.
Sorry I've been so silent. Basically I find that real life has been keeping me busy enough lately that I don't make it to the computer very often, except for work. I do have lots of ideas of things I should write about when I'm lying in bed awake at 1 a.m., however, so should any of those thoughts make it into daylight, you'll be the first to know.
Seriously, I'll try to write Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074263236259611452004-01-16T06:23:00.000-08:002004-01-16T12:30:34.950-08:00TV
I watched The Apprentice for the second time last night. I like it, I confess. I find it really entertaining. But I have to tell you--any client on earth and hopefully most creative directors (like himself Donny Deutsch) would laugh you right out of the room if you presented work as incredibly lame and juvenile and pun-focused as what was presented last night. I wonder if those women got Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074177058043072702004-01-15T06:27:00.000-08:002004-01-15T09:41:53.546-08:00i confess, part two
I'm on a diet. I finally broke down and decided that I needed to lose the ten (okay, maybe more like 15) "happy pounds" I've put on since meeting Loved One. I have no doubt the dress would fit me as I am; it was seeing the photos of our possible honeymoon destinations that did it.
Certain people I read a lot rail against Atkins, a diet that I halfheartedly tried one day, thenFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1074022210922825892004-01-13T11:27:00.000-08:002004-01-14T14:23:12.343-08:00while you're at it, buy a clue
Here's a site so vile, words fail. The story of a lovely lady and her fiance who overextended themselves in every area ("Our life was the Fine Living Channel," she freely admits) and ask strangers to pay for their destination wedding--complete with "deep sea fishing for the guys and spa treatments for the girls"--that they CANNOT AFFORD.
Y'know what? I can't affordFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1073965420734681392004-01-12T19:43:00.000-08:002004-01-12T19:45:28.670-08:00funny, funny loved one. Plus: a surreal tale
"I checked your site out right after we got back from New Year's," says Loved One, "and you already had an update up about it. I was like, 'My god! When did she write that? She has a computer in her brain! She's able to post directly from her thoughts now!'"
Would that it were that easy!
In olden times (when a glimpse of stocking was looked on as Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1073581242219850042004-01-08T08:59:00.000-08:002004-01-08T09:01:56.640-08:00for the heck of it
Where we met (Loved One and me, that is).
Who was playing that night.
They're also playing there this weekend, which is why I mention it.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1073429631516982992004-01-06T14:45:00.000-08:002004-01-06T14:55:03.450-08:00Today, at the advanced age of 37, I picked up a coworker's Rolling Stone. And noticed I was clueless to who (Or is it "whom"?) 99 percent of the musicians were. Am I so far out of it that I am going to have to rely on Rolling Stone, for godsake, to get me even marginally hip again? On a whim, I went to the 97X site and started listening to their live feed. I confess that some of the music made Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1073152636254748362004-01-03T09:57:00.000-08:002004-01-03T10:01:28.560-08:00what a year for a new year
Went away to the woods for a few days to quietly ring in the new year with a very few family members, a hot tub, my Loved One, and lots of confetti. We sat around like idiots wearing shiny, pointy hats underneath the colored-paper crowns you get in British Christmas crackers, and my nieces threw confetti out of the loft bedroom onto the heads of the revelers below. ThisFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1072813693537767122003-12-30T11:43:00.000-08:002003-12-30T11:55:52.920-08:00we now pronouce you jelly kelly'd
Trista gave her attendants pink Jelly Kelly bags, amongst other gifts. I can't deny, I like the looks of the little Jelly handbags...I have kind of a thing for handbags. But this kind of expense is mind-boggling. I mean, I know the network paid for it, but who needs to spend $15,000 on a cake? $15,000?! We have a cake that feeds 200 and it's from arguably the Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1072800348951356352003-12-30T08:05:00.000-08:002003-12-30T08:07:11.966-08:00strange thing to mourn about
I can’t find any local news about the fact that the only downtown Banana Republic is closing. This impacts me because, when you have a great retail store right across the street from your office, you can stop in every week and find amazing deals. I’ve purchased many a skirt, pant and jeans there for just $10 apiece. (But I also bought the occasional painfully priced Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1072729129620089652003-12-29T12:18:00.000-08:002003-12-29T12:19:54.013-08:00I don't know where my comments went, either. But I'll probably have a reasonable fascimile up sometime.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1072216375026252902003-12-23T13:52:00.000-08:002004-03-01T06:46:20.170-08:00hooray for santy claus
I am finished shopping, though I have scone mix, a set of jam, a book, a set of soaps, and an ornament, all without recipients. I guess I just thought they would present themselves to me. So to speak.
I finished shopping yesterday. It was a grim death march that I forced myself through to the end, because I knew that as bad as it was yesterday, today would have been worse.Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1071851244161085162003-12-19T08:25:00.000-08:002003-12-19T08:28:18.530-08:00god, I am so bad at this
I made and passed out Christmas music CDs to coworkers this morning. I sincerely decided it would be fun to give one to everyone in my little "section", so I gave one to the creative director of the floor, who happens to sit over near my cube. But for some reason I said to him, "I'm sucking up," in my usual caustic, self-deprecating way, and ARRRGH, could I not have just Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1071710756287984542003-12-17T17:24:00.000-08:002003-12-17T17:26:48.936-08:00photos of kitchen in progress
Check out the new Furhouse Kitchen Photo Album. This is actually only halfway to where we need to be. It already looks much better than this. At some point I'll add the really bad "before" pictures--complete with purple z-brick on the walls--so you can get a real sense of this accomplishment. All I want for Christmas is a new kitchen...
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1071094665179913792003-12-10T14:17:00.000-08:002003-12-17T17:03:33.793-08:00full 100
1. I have found out it is possible to love someone and still have things not be perfect.
2. I care much less about the wedding being perfect than I used to think I would.
3. I am inherently lazy.
4. I may just think I’m inherently lazy because my parents called me lazy a lot.
5. Or I may have become inherently lazy because my parents called me lazy a lot.
6. Or maybe I was always lazy, Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1071012655276356422003-12-09T15:27:00.000-08:002003-12-09T15:37:40.996-08:00Now, can somebody tell me what "Boston Charlie" is?
I've actually heard a recording of this ole song on an old Verve (I think) release called Have Yourself a Jazzy Little Christmas that I'm too lazy right now to go look up and see if it's available on CD. But tonight Loved One and I are supposed to deck ourselves with Boston Charlie. Perhaps I'll cook up the steaks we bought last night at Kroger,Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070996911293967142003-12-09T10:58:00.000-08:002003-12-09T11:09:16.030-08:00this just in
I now link to Blah 3, who is linking to this notable Miserable Failure, as detailed in this story. (Man, the BBC just loves to dis us, but when they're right, they're right.)
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070996069775740122003-12-09T10:52:00.000-08:002003-12-09T10:55:14.623-08:00Potterville
This will make you sad. (Yay! Something to make me sad during the holidays!) Link via Michael Moore, who is now featuring a daily "Must Read" links list, which is a welcome addition to his occasional letters.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070655498518879862003-12-05T12:13:00.000-08:002003-12-05T12:18:59.200-08:00I feel ill.
If I were on a 1200 calorie diet (ridiculous, but lots of people try to do it to lose weight), I'd already be 41 calories over it for today, at 3 p.m.
If I'm on a 1500 calorie diet, that's still less than 300 calories I get to eat for dinner.
When I bought my wedding dress, the sizing involved was strange. For instance, what they call a 12 most people on the street would call an 8.Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070640022375486722003-12-05T07:53:00.000-08:002003-12-05T08:11:46.250-08:00no news is good news
Don’t know if you’ve been watching this story, though I want you to know that people in Cincinnati are not thrilled to once again be in the news for something of this nature. I am a raving liberal, and I got to see firsthand (that's my office building you see in the background) a case of what I considered over-the-top police…well, brutality may be too harsh a word, but “Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070575666918771152003-12-04T14:07:00.000-08:002003-12-04T14:08:26.856-08:00A friend of mine is getting married in the next month. I just went and checked out her bridal registry. It’s so weird when you’re getting married, and you’re in your 30s, and you have a lot of stuff already, and…I don’t know, it just seemed so funny and strange and foreign to see what she was registered for! She had Waterford crystal and hundred-dollar place settings and a “Belgian waffler” (Is Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070488182502293612003-12-03T13:49:00.000-08:002003-12-03T14:09:07.450-08:00I confess
I love Christmas. It’s stressful and aggravating, but I love it. I love Christmas music, and I love shopping, and I love wrapping, and I love wearing things that are velvet or satin or red, and I love the smell of real Christmas trees. As god is my witness, I’ll never buy a fake. Which would probably be more convincing if I believed in god.
I was sent to the Belief-O-Matic at Belief Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070466791537600952003-12-03T07:50:00.000-08:002003-12-03T13:29:35.246-08:00something new
While my wedding dress is a gorgeous ivory satin, I've been rather disappointed with the shoes I've seen so far. For one, most of the attractive shoes sport 2-3" heels. Not a big deal unless, like me, you're already two inches taller than your groom, and you're also getting married outside in the spring, where the ground may have some give. Not a good idea. So I started to think, Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070379806401707302003-12-02T07:42:00.000-08:002003-12-02T07:44:03.610-08:00Supporting Wal-Mart is immoral.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070305237983214462003-12-01T10:59:00.000-08:002003-12-01T11:02:25.890-08:00In the interest of driving traffic (I betray my job with those words), I registered at a few linking-type places online. In one of them, in the description of my site, I typo'd "planning a weeding" for "planning a wedding."
Yeah, something like that.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070291663982945012003-12-01T07:05:00.000-08:002003-12-01T07:15:00.623-08:00it's official. I have too much guilt
Okay, so the friend called and left a message sounding sleepy. She said, "You're fine, everything's fine. I've actually just been kind of sick." I guess that means that she wasn't up to calling me back yet. Lots of people I know were really sick this weekend. I miraculously escaped it.
I'm getting a little tired of how hard I'm working on my relationship, theFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1070034920265373232003-11-28T07:55:00.000-08:002003-11-28T07:55:54.170-08:00and so this is the day after Thanksgiving, and what have you done?
Another year older, a...oh, never mind.
I'm here feeling nervous because I called someone and left a message and so far have heard nothing back. It's one of those things. It's sort of part 2 of the Hazy shade of winter post you see below, but it's possibly not as long nor elegant (if you can call the previous post elegant).
The Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1069866858176982382003-11-26T07:49:00.000-08:002003-11-26T11:56:07.030-08:00Hazy shade of winter (very extremely lengthy, but hopefully worth the read) (with subheads to make up for the American lack of attention span)
I couldn’t sleep last night because I was up obsessing. After countless times of tossing and turning, I decided to take in a magazine (Budget Living—a boring-ass name for a very cool magazine). Then my evilly flatulent dog, whose rear-end was lying on theFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1069796032186863022003-11-25T13:30:00.000-08:002003-11-25T13:34:22.826-08:00sing we now of Xmas
Likes: Jean Teasdale
Dislikes: Boring others
That being said, here are fun facts. Because I'm on the middle of the wheeee! slide into Thanksgiving, so basically doing not much work is de riguer.
First bike: never had my own. Random Huffy hand-me-downs
First best friend: Megan
First job: working in my Dad’s office the summer when I was 14
First screen name: Not sure
First Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1069431872618458862003-11-21T08:23:00.000-08:002003-11-21T08:25:45.340-08:00um
Someone sent me this invitation to a party. I'm not sure whether I'm frightened or intrigued."Voyeurism II" Benefit Party
Voyeurism is a unique benefit party pushing the limits of dress, with fantastic voyeuristic visuals from Lightborne, lots of music, and video by D-Synareo & Jeremiah. Exhibitionist displays with live models. Dress (or undress) to excite - body paint artists will be on handFurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1069339636274388662003-11-20T06:44:00.000-08:002003-11-20T06:48:04.653-08:00when life gives you lemons, link to someone else's site
I don't know, what's worse--bombing civilians so they lose their families or limbs, or forcing them out of their homes and then bombing their homes? This article at The Whiskey Bar might surprise you with its appalling info--especially on how what the US is currently doing in Iraq could violate the Geneva Convention. Of course, no one cares Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1069259310405350162003-11-19T08:28:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:17:23.170-08:00suggested reading
This ought to give you some fodder for thought.
Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1068650342617341722003-11-12T07:15:00.000-08:002003-11-12T07:21:25.166-08:00Sound like someone you know?
Via Tom Tomorrow (of course), I read this at Neal Pollack's site:
"There comes a time in every blog's life where the writer has some sort of obscure personal crisis and stops posting, suddenly and mysteriously."
Hilarious. We've all been there. Funny too, because just a post ago I was complaining about my current obscurity...and then a huge blogging ghost from my Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641992.post-1068483617728306982003-11-10T08:56:00.000-08:002003-11-10T09:00:35.740-08:00Dear obsessive freak:
Someone I used to be friends with sent a message to someone I am still friends with. It read, "I heard that Furhouse got engaged. I'm very happy for her and wish her well. Well, I wish her the best one can given the situation...you now (SIC) what I mean." The "situation" is that I broke off contact with her a year and and a half ago for very good reason. Here's a message Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125048094206325033noreply@blogger.com