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09.08.05 (5:03 am)

This is for iconeater:


This is serious.


I want what we have to keep on and expand and evolve.


You changed everything.


 

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It's so HOT
07.20.05 (6:05 pm)
Nothing sexy here. It's way, way, way too hot outside. It's been in the 90's for too many days. It's going to be 100 this weekend. And OVER 100 on Monday.
WHAT.
THE.
HELL.

Hell, I think, would be more comfortable. At least it would be a dry heat.

The President is still a total monkey-faced chump bent on keeping women down.

London got bombed. Not the Blitz, which is what MSNBC wants you to think, but it did get bombed. That sucks. I don't know what else to say, folks. It sucks. And it's not going to stop either and someone's probably going to bomb the El or the subway in NYC or Atlanta or somewhere else on the face of this planet.
Still, I think my chances of getting run over by a bus are higher than my chances of getting blown up by a terrorist.

Did anyone else find themselves thinking fondly of the IRA? I mean, they would call Scotland Yard in advance of a bomb going off and tell them to get everyone the heck out.

My cat is hot on the trail of some nasty multi-legged bug. If he doesn't do his JOB and eat the damn thing soon, I will squish it.
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Left out, but not upset about it.
06.20.05 (8:59 am)
I went out with some friends the other night and realized that (1) I am the only singleton and (2) I am the only one without children (in utero or otherwise).

I have been married.

And divorced.

So I'm also the only one who's been divorced.

It was just plain weird.  I miss them all very much, but their lives have taken a very different direction from mine.  I get the feeling that some of them worry that I'm unhappy or that I'm jealous or something.  There's this sort of "awww" face that people make--you know?  Kind of like I'm a lost puppy or confused or something.  I don't like that.

I don't want kids.

I don't miss being married.

Right now, not terribly interested in getting married again.

I mean, I'm seeing somebody and all, but it's not super-serious.  I'm not even sure if it's serious.  It might be someday.  But right now--where I am in this life--I like it as it is.

 

There simply aren't any guarantees about anything.  That was one thing that this whole divorce taught me.  Even if I were to marry the man I'm seeing now, what's to keep us from splitting up?  Really--there's nothing that says we'd stay together, married or not.  It's always a choice.  Every day it's a choice.  Do I keep moving forward?  Are we changing together or are we growing apart?  Can I live with who he is today?  Can he live with who I am today?

 

If I could make it so that we'd never split up, I wonder what the fallout would be.  Say I got that as a free wish from a genie.  Ten or twelve years down the road are we stuck with each other and miserable? 

 

Ten or twelve years down the road I'd like to be with someone because I WANT to be with him and because he WANTS to be with me.  Because even when it sucks (which it will because that's just how it goes), we'd rather be together and having a sucky time than be apart.  Because after it gets done sucking, we'll be more experienced people and we'll have come closer because of that experience.

 

I never envision any children in these scenarios, BTW.  I just want to be myself with whoever he might turn out to be.

 

Anyway.  So I sometimes feel a bit left out and a bit lonely.  But I'm happy with who I am and I'm content with how things are these days.  I can't honestly say what I'd change if I had the chance.

 

I'm hopeful.

 
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Ew.
06.17.05 (7:39 am)

I can't take it ANYMORE.


Someone PLEASE put Tom-fucking-Cruise and Katie-goddamn-Holmes into SEPARATE BOXES and bury them far apart from each other.


Also?  Media?  Please just stop it.  It doesn't matter, nobody cares.  This is just pathetic.


I can't see War of the Worlds, I can't see Batman Begins...  Because of this....


I love Christian Bale and Liam Neeson.  I love that they shot part of Batman Begins in my own hometown of Chicago.  I love Batman.  I HATE that stupid, stupid little dumb brainwashed Katie (FREE KATIE!) has ruined it for me.  HATE.


And I love Spielberg movies.  But I can't see War of the Worlds without thinking what a nutter Tommy-boy is.  Seriously. 


It's too bad that he (and now she--Miss Scientologist-in-Training ) don't believe in medication for mental illness.  Because clearly, they BOTH require medication.  For mental illness(es).  Badly.


Send Prozac.


Or maybe Thorazine.


Ok.  Done.  I'm wiping the hard drive.  I have no more time, energy or room in my head for these two ridiculous assholes.

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I'm just all...
06.14.05 (11:47 am)

Right.  So the deal is, apparently, that I need to get out of my own head.  Because I can mindfuck myself so completely that I have no idea which way is up and then just decide that I can go ahead, curl up and die because I am a stupid, fat, ugly piece of crap.


GOD.


Anyway.  It's been way, way, way too hot here in Chicago.  It was nice and then it was horrible and now it's supposed to get nice again.  Soon, I suppose, it will get horrible again.  I prefer cold to hot.  I can always put more clothes on, people.  I can only get so naked.


And don't tell me you didn't know Michael Jackson was going to get off.  You knew it.  My friend iconeater thinks Jackson will wind up living most of the time in Europe and get his hand caught in the cookie jar over there.  Perhaps.  On cnn.com his lawyer is saying that Michael is going to be more careful.  That so doesn't make me feel any better.


Also-Tom Cruise?  Off the list.  I recommend you all get the FREE KATIE gear available on www.cafepress.com  I simply cannot watch him in another movie.  I'm done.  Too bad because I was looking forward to "War of the Worlds."  Jackass.  Vitamins will cure post partum depression... ooooooooooookkkkaaaayyyyy y.  What. EV. er.


So I'm looking to change jobs.  I'm interviewing, etc.  Interviewing is just brutal.  It's so hard to meet with 6 different people in 3 or 4 hours and try to convince them to hire you.  After awhile, you just kind of give up.


Go Arsenal!  Go Spurs!


Ok.  I'm done.  I'm going to sit quietly and try to STOP THINKING.


I'm thinking about a boy and I'm going to think myself really sorry if I don't quit it.

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There are rules, you know.
05.06.05 (11:06 am)
I am all about public transit. I don't have a car. I take the Metra from Chicago (where I live) to the burbs (where I work). Then I take a bus from the train station to my office, which is in an office park in Lake Forest about 500 yards from the tollway.

I wish that we called office parks 'trading estates' like they do in Britain. It sounds better.

Anyway. You get to know the people on your shuttle bus. The faces get familiar, even if you never put names to them. Everyone has his or her particular seat on the bus and you can see consternation flit across faces if the seat is taken by some newbie or sporadic rider who doesn't know (or ignores) the unwritten code of conduct for the PACE shuttle bus.

Some of the bus people are cool. I, of course, am a cool bus person. We all sit in back together as if we were in junior high and the top clique on campus. And you know the cool bus people's names and even email each other sometimes. Some of the bus people are ciphers--no idea whether they're cool, annoying, outrageous. No names. They just ride the bus. Period. Then there are annoying bus people. Annoying bus people get nicknames to reflect some characterisitic of their annoying-ness.

There are many ways to be an annoying bus person. Like Hat Guy. Hat Guy was annoying for a couple of reasons. He became Hat Guy because he always wore a hat. Not just any hat, mind you, but sort of a cowboy/Crocodile Dundee hat with the under-the-chin thingy. And there was a summer AND a winter version of this hat. The winter version was made out of the usual felt-like stuff. But the summer version was made out of this weird meshy stuff that looked like someone took window screen material and starched the crap out of it.

The biggest reason that Hat Guy became an annoying bus person, though, had to do with his seemingly uncontrollable urge to tell everybody what to do. Hat Guy was a freaking expert on EVERYTHING. He would basically eavesdrop on a conversation and then just bust in with (1) unsolicited advice and (2) his own story about his experience with the exact thing the person was talking about and (3) conclude with more sage advice. And everyone on the bus could hear him because Hat Guy is also a loud talker.

Ok. Hat Guy got a car or something because he's not on the bus anymore. THANK GOD.

He has been replaced, though, by a guy who just started riding the bus a couple weeks ago. The new guy is an annoying bus person. It's a little more complicated because his annoyingness is very quiet so you can ignore it most of the time, but it's got a sinister bent to it, so it's also kind of scary to ignore it because he's creepy and might have laser vision or something.

So this new guy--haven't landed on a nickname yet--he's annoying because (1) he's really quiet, (2) he stares at you (3) he doesn't quite understand personal space and the violation thereof.


He gets right up next to you at the bus stop. RIGHTUPNEXTTOYOU. I mean, this is not New York, ok? This is LAKE FOREST. There is plenty of space, the bus isn't going to leave without you and you are FREAKING ME OUT. Then on the bus, if you're sitting across from him (I would also note that he does not respect the bus code of conduct and often takes a seat that 'belongs' to someone else), he stares at you the whole time. Not like spaced out staring and your head's just in the way, but actual staring right at your face for the entire ride. GOD. It is so freaky.

I mean, what if I moved away or something so he couldn't stare at my face and that turned out to be the thing that pushed him over some edge. Because I'm telling you, people--he is on the edge of something. Wound tight and seems ready to explode. That's part of what makes it creepy. He's really intense. And when I say intense, I do NOT mean the sort of cool, brooding artist intense. I mean fucking-crazy-gonna-kill- you intense.

He wasn't on the bus the other day, and the cool bus people were wondering if there are ways to ban someone from the bus for being creepy annoying.

shiver-shudder

A show of hands please? All in favor of this creepy annoying sinister dude being kicked off the bus? All against?

 

Cheers-
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Back for more
05.05.05 (5:56 am)
Ok, so we lost the damn election and then I went into some kind of coma. I really just couldn't bear it. Not even one little bit. I only just started back on news a little while ago. It was just awful. It's still awful, but I can only thank my lucky stars I live in a blue state and hope that we as a nation have finally hit rock bottom. Leaving us nowhere to go but up.

I'm back on the news, and in recognition of this momentous event, the neo-cons threw a press conference! During this press conference, the 'president' was 'answering' a question about Russia and Iran and Iran's nuclear power agenda. And he noted in his little 'aw shucks' way that it was kind of hard to understand why Iran would want 'nuke-u-ler' power when they have all the oil.

He seriously said that. For real. God. IDIOT.

I would also point out that social security is NOT in TROUBLE. They lie. They lie like rugs. Dogs. Dogs on rugs. God. IDIOTS.

Ok. Shake it off....for now....

Spring showed up again today. It's awfully pretty outside, and I'm not really feeling it as far as getting any work done today.

I went to Michigan for first night Seder, and when I left on Sunday morning, it had snowed and I drove through what amounted to bad, bad winter weather until I got past Kalamazoo.
That was just plain weird.

U2 hits town this weekend, and I have floor tickets for the May 10th show. They're playing 40. I love that song. I love it very, very much.

No, I do not want to marry it.

Spring. Right. It's very springy today. Blue, blue skies and a lovely breeze. It's refreshing. I like it. I hope it stays this way all summer.

It's Chicago, so it totally won't, but a girl can dream, can't she?

Well, should know soon whether Tony Blair survived the election or not. I'm just not sure about him anymore. He does make even the worst news sound sort of ok with his British accent, but as an American, I'm unusually susceptible to that.

Cheers.
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. . . . .
11.09.04 (5:20 am)

I am still in my media blackout.  I decided last Wednesday that I would avoid all 'hard' news for two weeks so that my soul could start healing after the horrible events of Nov 2.


I have to say, I'm kind of liking this.  I don't have to frantically change channels whenever Bush or another of his ilk grace my television screen.  I'm not swearing under my breath while I read the newspaper, and I'm not quite so angry.  This must be what it's like to be a Red Stater.  No information is penetrating.  It's a very insulated, ignorant and blissful existence.  I do my thing and am not feeling angry/embarrassed/humilia ted/sad or any of those other horrid emotions in which this administration usually drowns me. 


I almost dread my return to consciousness and the search for truth. 


It's brutally apparent that I live among a shrinking and increasingly rare group of citizens who don't vote their pocketbooks, don't want to live in a theocracy, and eschew the temptation--and I'm telling you, it is a temptation--to ignore reality and fact in favor of this blissful ignorance.   Outside my family, I know FOUR PEOPLE who voted for that guy.  FOUR.  Wait--yeah, that's it.  FOUR.  I know OF a few others, but that's through others.  Everyone has that story.  It goes  like this:


"And then s/he said 'oh I voted for Bush,' and I was all 'WHAAAAT?!' I mean, who knew s/he was like THAT?"


What in hell is going on in the Red States?  Seriously.  What. Is. Going. On.  There are all sorts of little graphics going around showing things like the Red States were the slave states before the Civil War, that the avg. IQ in the Red States is, um, quite low, etc.


I'm not sure about the IQ assertion, but the geography doesn't lie.  We should cut the Red States and their apartheid leanings loose.  They'd be a bit screwed...no access to the Pacific.  No manufacturing facilities.  No tech sector--CA is a Blue State.  No foreign allies.  That's it.  Just cut 'em loose and let them live their narrow bigoted lives.


I'm just saying.


See, this is why I have to stay off the news.  It's so partisan and so awful and so...so...so...  Well, just eeew.  Eeeew.  I get very upset even thinking about it.  I will wean myself back onto news by reading London papers.  Those papers, at least, give me an idea about the WORLD.  Not just this joint. 


*sigh*


Ok.  Right.  Moving on....


I confess I've ca ught a bit of news.  I know that the Scott Peterson jury is having problems and may hang.  Surprise.  I've only sporadically followed that case and I predicted the jury would hang.  The prosecution's case isn't all that great, and now that the jury actually experimented with the boat, if he's convicted, there are pretty solid grounds for appeal.  I think Peterson's a dick.  I think he's probably a selfish, petty, wormy little pisser.  But that doesn't make him a murderer.  It doesn't prove anything beyond a reasonable doubt except that he's a wormy little shit.  That's not illegal.  It's not nice, but it's not a crime.


I also saw that Howard Dean might go after the chairmanship of the DNC.  To which I say BRAVO!!  Let's shake it UP people!


I admit to following the Arafat Death Watch.  According to Google news, he's dead.  Well, maybe he's dead.  He's not entirely alive, but it's too soon to call whether he's actually dead.  So we'll leave him in the mostly dead, but not totally column.


Did you know that YOU could buy Oprah's castoffs?  She's throwing stuff out and YOU could be the lucky one to OWN OPRAH'S TRASH!!!!  WHeee!


I'm going to go see "The Incredibles."  I need a laugh.


Keep the faith everyone--I mean, keep it to yourself and all, but keep it, ok?

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Division
11.05.04 (7:45 am)

The most bizarre fallout from this election season was-- and apparently is going to remain-- the destruction of relationships.  Massive, total destruction of personal relationships.  In my family and among my friends. 


Serious.  I am not now, and don't think I will soon be, speaking with 5 or 6 people I had considered friends.  


Since this election, we realized that we are too far apart on important issues to be friends.  We're just kind of done.  We have nothing to say to each other anymore.  Overnight, we have nothing to say.  And we gape at each other with perverse, almost slack-jawed, alarm.  None of us is who the other thought s/he knew.


I can't talk about events current, political or religious with a very dear family member because we will curse each other and never speak again.  I know we love each other dearly, but our initial reactions to each other on this crap are identical:  What is WRONG with you?


Here's the crux:  the people who voted for Bush think people who voted for Kerry are immoral, godless heathens who've turned on the troops, and want France to run the show.   I and other Kerry voters find myself thinking of Bush voters as unenlightened, bigot ed, knee-jerk religious wingnuts with an overdeveloped sense of knowing what's good for everyone else topped with a big dollop of fear and loathing.


That, my friends, is a divide of an almost insurmountable natur e.  Why? 


Well, when someone consciously or even subconsciously thinks another person is immoral or otherwise spiritually and socially stunted, there's no respect for the person or the positions.  None.  Easily discounted and ignored.  Just flies to be swatted.


When someone consciously or subconsciously thinks another person is bigoted, unenlightened and overly religious and intrusive, there's no respect for the person or the positions.


So here we are.  We're supposed to just pick up and move on and 'support the president.' 


And I can't.  


He and all of his ilk turn my stomach.  I don't respect him or his positions--same as he and his followers don't respect me or mine.  They think I am misguided and just don't get it.  And by "not getting it" they mean Jesus.  You can't buy into the Bush Doctrine(s) without Jesus.  You just can't.  Because he's a 'values' guy, a 'morals' guy.'


If the Bushies are the values and the morals of the US of A...well, I'm just sorry for them, for me, for the rest of the world.  Because the values and morals Bush and co. front are bigotry, fear, hatred, selfishness, an undeserved sense of superiority and oppression.


Bush is not my president.  He does not have my respect, and frankly, if I found myself in a position where I would have to encounter him, I would turn my back on him.  I am repulsed by everything he represents, and am thus repulsed by 51% of all Americans.


I dread the destructive swath that he will plow across the hearts and minds of this country.  I dread the division that he sows while pretending to be a 'uniter.'  Unity is the true anti-Bush.  Unity and education.


I am disturbed that over the next 4 years, the gap between rich and poor will grow further, that Social Security will turn into a windfall for the mega banks at the expense of my generation. 


I am sick because the level of ignorance and stupidity will only increase as these education mandates of his succeed in doing what the neo-cons have long desired--bring about an end to public education and place it squarely in the hands of opportunistic businesses. 


That's coming. 


Because of the underfunding, No Child Left Behind, more and more schools will fail and be closed.  School boards will be painted as incompetent, when in truth they are hogtied and gagged by this legislation.  Then, the 'saviour'--the free market, the almighty dollar, profits--will be shoved down our throats until suddenly, people WANT their children's education to be subject to an aggressive business model designed to generate profits and produce measurable, quantifiable results.


Of course, results are measured in dollars. 


How to you measure learning in dollars?  If it turns out to be a losing proposition, do you just quit doing it and suddenly kids are without an education?


Although, an uninformed, poorly educated electorate is exactly what the neo-cons need to maintain power.  And for some reason, the Red Staters like to be uninformed and are wholly resistant to information.  As with Bush himself, reality, facts, information simply have no place in a Red Stater's world. 


Ignorance is bliss.  How I wish I could just turn off my brain.  I wish I could.  I wish I could not care, and go about my daily routine without the slightest interest in reality.  Not have all these unanswered questions.  Not care about anything outside my narrow existence.  It must be marvelous, really.  Marvelous. 


I guess when you leave it up to Jesus, then you don't have to give a shit.  Poor Jesus.  Man, that guy is seriously overburdened.  He's doing all the work and the folks who call themselves Christians get to be smug, self-righteous, repressive, judgmental and sail on through life at the expense of others. 


Not very Christian of them.


When you live in Jesusland, though, why would that occur to you?  It's people like me--misguided, immoral, non-Jesus-loving, not really God-fearing, baby killing, education-valuing, question-asking, answer-demanding, America-hating, liberal spawn of Satan-- that mess up your good life. 


Thankfully, I'm not living in Jesusland.  I live in reality.  When facts to match the story, I ask the story-teller.  I don't hand it off to Jesus. 


In the end, I don't care what people think, or how they go about their daily lives, how they raise their kids, who they sleep with, or how much or how little a part religion plays in their lives.


I care about the Morality Police atmosphere, this Armageddon, apocalyptic version of religion being brandished in my face.  It's unAmerican to do this.  It is.  I get to be how I want to be.  I get to say what I want to say.  I get to have God, gods, goddesses or not and I'm not going to lose my job or break any laws.


I cannot abide the movement afoot to legislate morality according to a narrowminded, bigoted, fearful view of the world and life.


C'mon people--2006 isn't too far away!  Let's get the morals and values back in houses of worship where they belong!  Do what you want at home, at church, at temple, whatever.  But keep it the hell off the law books.


Morals and values...recipe for destruction.

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Good question.
11.04.04 (8:45 am)
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Reality?
11.03.04 (8:59 am)

I am very upset.  I'm sad. 


I am having trouble coming to terms with the obvious--I live in the United States of Fear and Hatred.


Fear and hatred.  Fear of war, famine, death, disease, terrorism, gay people, rabid dogs and independent thought.  Hatred of all that does not fear the preceding as well as questions, audacity, expression and the refusal to accept Jesus as my saviour.


Yeah.  I'm not going to put any more on poor Jesus's shoulders. 


Plus, I'm not a Christian.


Plus, I often doubt there is a God.  This is one of those times.


I would point out to those who seek a faith-full, religious country governed with an eye toward a religious text that such a country already exists.


It's called Iran. 


 

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...
11.03.04 (5:16 am)

Better DEAD than RED


--I'm so, so, so glad that I live in the land the free, home of the brave, the Great BLUE State of Illinois--

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chattering
10.29.04 (6:39 am)

I am jittering around these days like I've got a wide open caffiene drip attached to my arm.  I am trying not to watch any news, 'news' or info-tainment about this election.  I can't stand it.  I actually fantasize about Kerry winning the thing.


I can't decide whether to go to a party or to take a big tranquilizer and go to bed.  I'm afraid I will jinx it if I stay up and watch.  I also don't really believe it'll be over on Tues. night.


I think Weds. morning will bring lawsuits, not a president. 


I think it's likely that the voting will be so fucked we'll have a do-over.  It's possible, people.  A do-over.  Hunh.  How weird would that be?  Really, really weird, that's how weird.


I'm leaning toward the big tranquilizer.  I'll probably be so jacked up that it'll only take the edge off.


Lord, I simply abhor Bush.  I am often surprised at how much he and his ilk make me feel like puking.  There are so many, many reasons to hate his policies here and around the world.  It's difficult to decide what the main reasons are, because in this case, the whole is so overwhelmingly awful, that breaking it down into its component parts becomes even MORE overwhelmingly awful.  Makes me want to curl up in a fetal position and die.


I can, however, for all 2 of you who might read this, at least try.


Here is MY biggest reason to get rid of Bush:


WOMEN'S RIGHTS. 


For today, the women of this Nation still retain the liberty to control their destinies. But the signs are evident and very ominous, and a chill wind blows.


-Justice Harry Blackmun, Webster v. Reproductive Health Services, 1989.


The backlash I usually get on this topic flows from some twisted idea that now that women are 'allowed' to be doctors, lawyers, executives, etc., there is equality and are treated the same as men. 


Well, all you women who believe that shit are doing exactly what the neo-cons want--you're easing up.  You're getting complacent.  You're not paying attention to what's going on right in front of your face. 


The late-term abortion ban is just the most obvious brick in the wall going up around us.  Yeah, I'm pro-choice.  And that's it--pro-CHOICE.  If you don't want an abortion, don't have one.  Get it?  GET IT?!?  You have a CHOICE to NOT have one.  That's all there is to it.  You don't want your daughter having an abortion?  Then teach her how to avoid getting pregnant in the first place until she's good and ready to be a mother.   There's some seriously fucked up, naive, stupid notion that outlawing abortion will stop unwanted pregnancies and/or premarital sex.  That is just so obviously wrong and pathetically naive on its face I can't even stand it.  People who think that are stupid.  STUPID. 


Yeah, I said it--if you think outlawing abortion will stop unwanted pregnancies and/or premarital sex, you are STUPID.


The abortion battle raging in this country is NOT about the fetus.  It's not.  It's about a woman's right to control what happens to her body.  Look.  Bush and those of his ilk are using this issue to erode MY right to make medical decisions about my body with my doctor.  This is not a problem for men.  Neo-cons and anti-choice folks aren't lining up to interfere with your penis or your sperm.  They're lining up to interfere with my ovaries and my uterus.


This crusade to take over women's bodies is one of the crudest, most offensive, repressive, and vile movements in the history of American life.  It is NOT about children.  How can I say that?  Here's how:  because none of the anti-choice groups, and none of the Bushies give a flying fuck about the kid after it's born.  Especially if it's not a white kid with a high probability of growing up to be a neo-con, anti-choice white man.


The anti-choice brigade is only concerned about the fetus while it's inside the woman.  It is not concerned with the mother's mental or physical health.  There is NO EXCEPTION in this law for the mother's health.  NONE.  That's right.  If your pregnancy is endangering your life, and you are likely to die, you are NOT ALLOWED TO LIVE.  It would be illegal for you to survive.


Second, the procedure is so poorly defined doctors can't really tell if they would break the law in any given situation.  It's becoming more and more common that women who miscarry late in pregnancy are forced to give birth to a dead baby because a doctor might find himself in jail for sparing her the mental anguish and physical dangers associated with laboring to deliver a dead baby.  So if you find yourself in the tragic position of miscarrying your late-term child, you're going to give birth to it.  Period.  Even if it kills you.


This president and his anti-choice cronies want to hijack our bodies and enslave us to pregnancy, period.  You WILL HAVE THAT BABY. 


Even if it kills you.


What's next? 


I actually asking--what's next?   If Bush and the neo-cons aren't tossed out on their ample asses, it's going to be very, very hard to arrest that kind of momentum. Bush and rest of those selfish assholes are restricting access to birth control information all over the world.  And, because women's overall health is so tied to our reproductive health, funds that provided disadvantaged women with basic reproductive health care not associated with pregnancy at ALL are being cut off.


We will die--one way or the other--for this 'cause.'


I would note that the administration's decisions to cut off family planning aid here and around the world because abortion is discussed as an option has actually caused abortion rates to rise because women can't get birth control.  Nice. Really nice.


So now that this group of manaical control freaks are violating my human and civil rights with their plot to take over my body--what's next?   Well, I expect they will start trying to restict birth control options and continue to return women to the dark ages.  They don't want women to know or embrace our sexuality or even understand our biology. 


Sex is dirty.  Sex is bad.  If you get pregnant, it's because you're bad. 


We're being marginalized and enslaved.


Read The Handmaid's Tale.


So THAT'S why Bush has got to go.  I don't see the purity, the beauty, or the necessity to trade in my rights so that they can have their 'culture of life' with respect to my womb.


Some fucking culture of life, though, yeah?


*thousands dead in Iraq
*millions without the ability to see a doctor in the United States--


Oh, that reminds me--did you know that there are federal rules making fetuses eligible for free/low cost prenatal care, but THE WOMAN CARRYING THE FETUS IS EXCLUDED? What the fuck, people.  What the fuck.


*hundreds of wrongly convicted men and women have been sprung from death rows around the US.  How many innocent people has our country murdered?  How many did Bush murder as gov. of Texas?  Nice culture of life.
*millions children in the US receive substandard educatio ns in this country, and Bush underfunds his own mandate.


This 'culture of life' is a load of bullshit.  Horseshit.  Dogshit.


Lies.  Manipulations. Fallacies.  Smoke and mirrors.


They want us in 'our place,' ladies.  Seen, not heard.  Chattel.  It's just easier for them all that way.  Good, evil.  Black, white.  Man, woman.


A place for everything and everything in its place.


I'll find my own place, thank you.  I don't need your help, and I won't be your property, your pawn or your devil.


 

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Curses Reverses!
10.28.04 (8:35 am)

YAY!  Red Sox win!  If the Sox can beat the Curse of the Bambino, then ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!


That's all I got time for today.


Over and out.

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At last some good news!
10.27.04 (5:13 am)

Front page, above the fold, big picture of Ariel Sharon--the Knesset approved the plan to pull settlers out of Gaza!  Yay!


Disclosure--I am Jewish, I have a vested interest in Israel and its survival, and I wholeheartedly support the withdrawal from Gaza, and I hope there will be at least some redistribution on the West Bank.  It's the right thing to do.


I know there are people who will think that this is bowing to terrorism and showing the 'evildoers' that terrorism works.  You go ahead and think that.  You're wrong.  And this should have happened long ago.  It might have if some extremist settler nutjob hadn't murdered Rabin in '95.


I think this move is going to help Israel in the eyes of the world, and perhaps generate some moral authority as well.  We'll see.


In the meantime, Dubya and his crew somehow lost 380 tons of explosives in Iraq.  The excuses are pathetic--"we were ahead of schedule," "it might not even have been there."  I notice that these excuses they're tossing around are rather similar to the reasons the anti-war/pro-diplomacy gave--and continue to give--for holding off on the war in the first place.


Convenient.


Have you noticed that Dick Cheney looks like Lex Luthor?  Dubya is kind of like that creepy dumb scarecrow thing--LeGree?  Was that his name in the cartoons?  I think it might have been.  Of course, that's so perfect because Simon LeGree was the horrible slave owner in 'Uncle Tom's Cabin.'  Thpppt on Dubya.  That's what.


So, basically, this election boils down to this:


Do you want the Legion of Doom running the joint or would you prefer the Justice League?


I'm going for the Justice League. 


5 days to go!


On the bad news side, there are huuuuuuuge problems with the voting in Florida.  Surprise!  Yeah, that's a shocker.  Not.


Anyway, the Chicago Tribune had a great article about it today, noting the following disturbing facts:


1.  Lines are so slow at these new touch-screen machines that "only six votes per hour are being cast in parts of South Florida."
2.  Perhaps as many as 60,000 absentee ballots in Broward County, Fla. are unaccounted for.
3.  Reporters from the Miami Herald monitored the pace of the lines at 14 of these touch screen voiting machines in 3 separate South Florida counties.  According to their calculations, the things are so slow that in 12 hours, only 71 votes could be cast.


**All of the above AND MORE appear in Jeff Zelany's article "Early Voting in Florida Gives Cause for Concern," Chicago Tribune, Oct. 27, 2004.  You can find the entire article at the Tribune's website by clicking here--> http://www.chicagotribune.com" title="http://www.chicagotribune.com" target="_blank"http://www.chicagotribune.com....  It's free, but you have to register.


The absolute BEST, BEST part of the article--and this is a direct quote:


"Gov. Jeb Bush ordered election supervisors to "preserve order at the polls" after episodes of voter harassment arose and some workers threatened to abandon their posts when an aide was nearly choked by an angry partisan who grabbed the identification badge around her neck." Id., emphasis, mine.


Holy crap!  That is so awesome!  I think that's just awesome.  I wanna VOTE goddammit, and you, poll worker, are screwing this all up!  C'mere!  I'll give you a hanging chad you &^#$(@**#&$^& !!!


Right on.


Like I said--5 days to go.


Then the litigation begins!  Whee!


 

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It's like Christmas...and yet, not so much
10.25.04 (10:45 am)
Point: Bush is warning of terror attacks around election day. Convenient.

Counterpoint: Bush says we can't be completely safe.

Go to Google News. It's remarkable.

Also, this Wolves ad the Bushies are running. That's right. If you don't vote for Bush, wolves are going to eat you. Better be careful. What about lions and tigers and bears? Are the wolves representing terrorists or are the wolves representing liberals? Do people actually believe this shit?

Now I have this weird Little-Red-Riding-Hood vision...eesh.

It should be crytal clear by now that the neo-conservative, theocratic, fear-mongering nutjobs are trying to scare you into voting for Bush.

Ok. If you vote for Bush because you are scared, then you haven't been paying attention to the lies, lies, lies and more lies these assholes are feeding us. They lie about everything--especially the scary stuff. LIES.

I'm on pins and needles with this election. I am so jumpy inside I feel like I might just burst into tears. It reminds me of the countdown to Xmas when I was little. Just couldn't STAND the wait the last 8 days or so.
The thing is, I'm not excited about what I'll be getting--I'm excited to see what happens--maybe Kerry will take it in a landslide...Oh wouldn't that be so wonderful? I get a warm feeling just thinking about it.

But, I think this is going to be another Litigation Presidency.

I was talking with my friend yesterday about all...that. She pointed out what a fine example these guys are setting. ALready there are lawsuits on file in various states. Litigation as a means to resolve the election is the ultimate in sore-loser-dom. Unless, of course, the count is so close that hi-jinks by one party or the other could swing the whole thing. Then litigation is ok. And jail. I think Katherine Harris and Co.--perpetrators of the 2000 debacle--should be in jail. Bastards and assholes. All of them.

I think the fact that both sides have lawyers lined up and ready to go points out the horribly decrepit state of our election systems, the need to federalize Federal elections, and the gaping, gaping holes through which parties can drive Mack trucks of voting irregularities with --for the most part-- impunity.

That's just freaking WRONG.

I live in Illinois. My state has been ceded to the Dems. Which is FINE by me. Really. I can't imagine how awful it is to live in a Red State. That's just gotta blow.
Anyway. I can honestly say that, up until last night, I had not seen a campaign ad for Bush or Kerry unless it was part of some 'news' story (a la the Swift Boat Veterans crap). If someone watched only the commercials (no news, etc.) on my television, you would not know a presidential campaign is being waged.

Yet, if you went 90 miles north to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, you'd be barraged with the ads. So, basically, I'm taken for granted. Which is fine. But you know, it would be nice if my candidate--Kerry, in case you hadn't guessed--could at least STOP BY for an afternoon and pump us all up a bit.

I'm just saying.

I also "just say" that Colorado's got the right idea--don't give all the electoral votes to the winner of a plurality/majority. APPORTION the electoral votes. You get 30% of the vote, you get 30% of the electors. Period.
That short circuits this Electoral College bullshit, gives voters the power and short circuits much of the sore loser litigation.

Just saying.

8 days...

Hopefully it's 8 days to a new beginning.

If it turns out it's 8 days til more of the same, then hold on to your hats, kids. It's gonna be a bad, bad ride.
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And there it is
10.22.04 (3:36 pm)
On ifilm.com you can watch Jon Stewart's recap of his Crossfire appearance. Very funny. He's still my secret boyfriend.

This week has totally and completely sucked. Here's how it started:

Monday--I stop at Starbuck's on the way to my train (it's the Metra, not the El, so it's on a schedule and if I miss it I'm screeeeewed). For some reason, it takes 20 minutes to make a goddam latte. So then I have to run to the train.
Running is awful. I hate running and I hate running with coffee.
I make the train.
Monday night, I get on the train to go home. It stops between stations because someone either committed suicide or tried to beat the train or something as utterly STUPID. I sit on the train from 5:30 until about 7, 7:15. We can't get off. Because we're between stations. And, you know, if we got off, we might get hit by a train.
This could not happen, though, because NO TRAINS ARE MOVING. We are waiting for the coroner (that's what the conductor's radio said, anyway). And then I guess they hose things off.
Finally, at 7:15 or so, we pull into Highland Park (reverse commute for me--live in Chicago, work in the burbs) and there are supposed to be shuttle buses. To take us to a train somewhere. Who knows. Didn't matter. No fucking buses. A lone bus pulls up--a bus with a regular daily route from Highland Park Metra station south to Evanston/Davis St.
Everyone runs to the bus. Bus driver tries to make people pay the fare. There is shouting and swearing. We jam into the bus.
If that bus flipped upside down, none of us would fall. We were so tightly packed that we would simply have hung there.
I got home at 9:15. I usually get home at 6.
The rest of the week, I thought everyday was Friday. So really, this has been more like a month than a week.

I would like to offer thanks to TPTB that I don't live in a swing state. I'm really sorry for all you Pennsylvanians, Ohioans, Wisconsinites, Floridians...well, not the Floridians so much. Swing-staters---I commend you for even thinking about voting after everything you've been through. I think I'd probably just say screw it after the onslaught, stay home on Nov. 2 and look forward to a day without political smear campaigns.

I think that I would like to buy a house. In Ireland. Near the sea. And telecommute to my job. From a pub. A pub with Guinness.

I'm thinking I need to get the hell out of this country. It's going all Christian and shit. No fun, no rights, no nuthin. Just Jesus. 24-7-365 with the Jesus.

Here's the deal--leave me alone. I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in Satan/the Devil, I don't really believe in God all that much. I just want to be left alone in my heretical-apostatic state. I don't need anyone else deciding what's good for me. I don't need anyone else telling me which side God is on, and since I'm not a big God person, I'm a frickin terrorist or something. I'm just tired. Tired of feeling like I have to fight everyone for the right to NOT CARE ABOUT GOD. GOD CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM/HER SELF. Really. Doesn't need our help, that's sure. And everytime we need God's help, we pretty much shit on it anyway.

Sorry. I'm really crabby today, and there was a God Squad at my train station. Ugh. Hate God Squads. HATE.

Not very Christian of me, is it? Heh.

The Obama-Keyes debate was startling for that very reason. I'll link to some good articles tomorrow. But one exchange that was seriously freaky occurred where Keyes (Alan Keyes is a stone cold raving nutjob) said that Jesus wouldn't vote for Obama.

Um, right. WTF? First, Jesus CAN'T vote. Second, if there is a Jesus, I am pretty sure he wouldn't be about picking sides. Third, if there is a Jesus, and God is his dad, they would be smiting your ass, Keyes, like there's no tomorrow. And, assuming for the moment that either or both of them has the power society attributes to them, they could individually or collectively, make sure YOU never saw tomorrow.

Perhaps I have just stumbled on the proof for the absence of a god. Alan Keyes continues to spread his vile message with impunity. I so hate Keyes.

I hate Keyes, I hate smug neo-cons who think God cares about them more than anyone else. I hate people who think that God actually picks sides. God doesn't care.

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...the greatest of these is hope...
10.21.04 (12:08 pm)
Baseball Hope.

Red Sox beat the Yankees--sonuvabitch. Sure made my night. I even kind of like the Yanks, but it sure was great to see that series unfold.
I pick St. Louis to meet the Sox at Fenway.
Then, maybe next year, the Cubs will finally pull through. If the Sox can shake the Curse of the Bambino, surely the Cubs can brush off that old Goat, right? Right?!? Please say it can happen. If I was a prayin' type of girl, I'd pray for that. But I'm not. So I'll just cling to hope.

Fashion Hope.

What's up with the ponchos, people? Serious. What is up with the ponchos?
I wore a poncho in 1st grade (1975) and they looked stupid then. Please stop wearing ponchos.
Also, leg warmers. What the hell is the problem with everyone? They looked like crap in the 80's and they still look like crap.
Everyone I see with those things on makes me think of jr. high school.
I hope you all will not fall victim to these horrid, horrid "fashions." Resist. Do not dress like a rag bag fugitive from the 80's. You know why? Because you look like crap. You really do. And I laugh at you behind your back because you look stupid.
Oh, those Flashdance cut-up sweatshirts/t-shirts--tho se are stupid too.

Student Loan Hope.

I would like to have hope--I hope to hope to pay off all my goddam student loans before I die.
Ain't gonna happen, but I hope that I will have hope.
I hope that some fine day, this country will learn to value learning, thinking and development of the mind.

There's a really interesting article in the newest issue of Harper's (actually there's about 4 great articles in that issue--you should get it) about idleness. One of the premises is that unless it amounts to something tangible or otherwise generates wealth, the activity is not valid as Americans understand it. Thus, learning for the sake of learning, for the expansion of you mind, is utterly valu-LESS because it doesn't result in anyTHING. The author points out that even high school activities only find value with respect to getting one's child into the right college. And that college is only valuble to the extent a degree from said college can be used to generate money for the holder. The author had a great way of putting it--I will find it and quote directly rather than paraphrase.

Anyway. I hope that this country will acknowledge and then try to stop this breakneck race to become functionally illiterate and utterly ignorant of anything that doesn't translate into a monetary value.

I can, however, put a price tag on my education--I can extrapolate the number of years it's going to take to pay it off. I can lay in bed at night and think about the house I could buy if I didn't have these loans. The 5 cars I could have if I didn't have these loans. Really, though, I think about the time I'd have--to be idle, to dream, to study, to play music, to stare at nothing, to watch people rush by in their ignorant and illiterate haste to buy a McMansion in the suburbs and then not have enough left over to furnish it.

I think that is the ultimate physical manifestation of how hopeless America really is--McMansions without furniture. One's empty, ignorant, illiterate life on display for all to see--a big empty house. A manifestation of how the house owns the person, and the mind is as echoingly empty as the house. Freudian. Or Jungian. Or whatever. I was a goddam theatre major. I don't know shit about those psychiatrists and their theories.

Political Hope.

I hope, hope, hope and HOOOOOOOOPE that John Kerry wins. Please vote for him. Please let us get off this highway to hell.
Look, people. Even if Kerry does NOTHING while president, isn't that better than this race to destroy ourselves and the world? Why is it a bad thing to want to stop and get our bearings? It's just like getting off the subway in a new city. You kind of stand there for a few seconds (or minutes in my case) orienting yourself. This country needs to get off the subway and figure out just where it is.

Also, I would note that even Pat Robertson--that's right people, Pat "We Were Attacked On 9/11 Because Of Homosexuals and Abortions" Roberston--says he told Bush, the Evil Dark Lord, that Iraq would be a mess. And--here's a huge surprise--BUSH IGNORED HIM.

This is the situation. Pat-frickin'-Robertson thinks that Bush should actually LISTEN to somebody. Even though GOD told Bush Iraq was a good idea (according to Bush, anyway), and Pat really likes God alot-talks with Him frequently- Pat is ON THE RECORD saying that Bush didn't listen to PAT. Which could indicate that PAT doesn't think GW is doing such a great job as far as impementing the whole Jesus-type lifestyle. I dunno. Pat's not going to endorse Kerry. But that would be such a total smackdown.

You know, maybe God talks to Pat AFTER He talks to Bush, and is all "Pat, you gotta get over there and straighten GW out. He is not getting what I am telling him and that is really scaring Me. I will call Satan and find out what he might have to do with this while you go try and get that dumbass to pay attention to what I tell him. Meet you back at the church in an hour. Later."

C'mon people. Let's stick together here and change conductors. Let's put Kerry in the driver's seat and let's just stop for a minute and figure out where the hell we are. Probably pretty close to hell, but there's still time to turn this car around.

HOPE!!!!! It never dies. Well that's what they say. I think sometimes reality just kills it off, and when you keep hoping for something that frankly, just ain't going to happen, then you're kind of weird.

So Political Hope for the election of Kerry is alive through at least Nov. 2. Longer depending on the lawsuits filed Nov. 3d.

Over and out.

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Jon Stewart is my secret boyfriend
10.20.04 (1:00 pm)
I love him. LOVE HIM. Jon Stewart is my ideal man. I almost can't stand how sexy he is...
Right.
I am delighted, tickled, brightened, elated, giddy and joyful due to Boyfriend Jon's smackdown of the insufferable Tucker Carlson.
The best, best, BEST part of this whole melee is simply that Tucker and Paul and the rest of these (so aptly described) hacks don't seem to even realize that they have decamped from journalism to extreme inane-ity (yes, I'm making up words). The sad, sad fact is that The Daily Show has become the only political analysis show on television that actually ANALYZES POLITICS.
Tucker and co. are the real pandering buttboys.

Jon--I love you. You complete my world. Life before Jon Stewart was empty and vapid.

The real "fake journalism" dances across tv screens every night masquerading as serious commentary or discussion. It's not debate. It's not considered position vs. considered position. It IS just like pro-wrestling. Lots of posturing and shouting. Lots of strutting and preening.

And here's the kicker--the real pro-wrestlers are smarter, more self-aware, more realistic, more pragmatic, and in the end MORE HONEST than these fucked up wonks and politicos and empty-headed assbags.

It's utterly horrifying that the fucked-up wonks, politicos and empty-headed assbags have somehow convinced CNN, MSNBC, Fox News, NBC, ABC, CBS, etc. that we citizens of this country are so fucking stupid that we cannot understand or analyze or interpret the undending stream of bs from our candidates.
Rather, we must be TOLD (by both sides, so it's fair--it's like a debate, see?) what the bs is, and how these stupid, ridiculous issues (the lump on Bush's back, Kerry's reference to Mary Cheney, Bush's complete fabrication of Kerry's Senate voting record, Kerry's faltering "I voted for/against" explanations) are WHAT REALLY MATTERS.

AND PEOPLE FALL FOR THIS CRAP. WE FALL FOR IT EVERY FUCKING DAY.

We ARE stupid. We ARE and adolescent country with uncontrollable impulses. We DO have a collective 7th grade mindset. Stupid. We'd rather wallow in gossip and innuendo and trash than face up to any truth.
Want some truth?

You don't, I know. But here it is.

1. There's no such thing as a free lunch. You're GOING TO PAY FOR IT EVENTUALLY. If you get some free Twinkies or other crap food, it'll clog your arteries and make you fat. If your work provides lunch, you're not going to get a raise because they're paying for lunch.

2 If you make a mess and you don't clean it up, it gets worse. If you leave dishes in the sink, they mold and stink. If you don't scoop the cat box, it stinks and the cat poos on the floor and pees on your clothes.

3. Pretending that something is or isn't happening is NOT SPIN. IT'S LYING. LYING, LYING, LYING. Your mom used to wash out your mouth with soap, ground you, take away your toys or otherwise punish you for it. Now, we people who were punished and who punish our children for lying, not only tolerate it from politicians and the Tucker Carlson strain of human bacteria, we encourage it. Because someone is always rewarded--Bush, Newt, Neo-cons, cable networks, etc. WE LIKE LIARS, PEOPLE and THAT IS THE TRUTH.

Someday, no matter who walks away with the title on Nov. 2 (or 3rd...or sometime in February, god forbid), we will all pay for the past 4 years of pretending and avoiding and lying and ignoring. We WILL pay. Not the liars, mind you, because they will lie their way out. We will pay. Only a matter of time.

So, I'll keep sending all my hugs and kisses to Jon Stewart and continue making plans to be buried far, far away from these United States of America.
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In case you were wondering.
10.18.04 (5:31 pm)

[i][u]Why did the chicken cross the road?[/u][/i]

[u]GEORGE W BUSH[/u]
We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

[u]COLIN POWELL[/u]
Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

[u]HANS BLIX[/u]
We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

[u]JOHN KERRY[/u]
Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it!

[u]RALPH NADER[/u]
The chicken's habitat on the other side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrial greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.

[u]PAT BUCHANAN[/u]
To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

[u]RUSH LIMBAUGH[/u]
I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but I'll bet it was getting a government grant to cross the road, and I'll bet that somebody out there is already forming a support group to help chickens with crossing-the-road syndrome. Can you believe this?!? How much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens crossing the road paid for by their tax dollars. And when I say tax dollars, I'm talking about your money, money the government took from you to build a road for chickens to cross.

[u]MARTHA STEWART[/u]
No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

[u]DR SEUSS[/u]
Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, the reason why I've not been told.

[u]ERNEST HEMINGWAY[/u]
To die in the rain. Alone.

[u]MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR[/u]
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

[u]GRANDPA[/u]
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

[u]BARBARA WALTERS[/u]
Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.

[u]JOHN LENNON[/u]
Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together - in peace.

[u]ARISTOTLE[/u]
It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

[u]KARL MARX[/u]
It was an historic inevitability.

[u]CAPTAIN KIRK[/u]
To boldly go where no chicken has ever gone before.

[u]SIGMUND FREUD[/u]
The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

[u]BILL GATES[/u]
I have just witnessed eChicken2003, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet explorer is an integral part of eChicken.

[u]ALBERT EINSTEIN[/u]
Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

[u]BILL CLINTON[/u]
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

[u]ALGORE[/u]
I invented the chicken!

[u]COLONEL SANDERS[/u]
Did I miss one?


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What's in a name? I'll tell you what's in a name...
10.18.04 (12:54 pm)
It astounds me that men cannot grasp that a woman with an established life and career might not WANT to change her name when she gets married.

I've decided it's because men aren’t faced with that particular problem.

I remember when I changed my name after I got married—and changed it right back after I got divorced. I think the whole struggle over my last name might actually have been the beginning of the end of the marriage.

I changed my name and I felt like I lost myself. The person I'd been for the last 30 years, and suddenly, I didn’t exist anymore. Talk about an identity crisis. I didn’t feel anything but awful when I did it. I didn't feel all giddy/excited/happy/glad to start a new life. I felt like I'd been erased.

I shouldn’t have taken his name. I really think that was the first nail in the coffin of my marriage. I felt that I ceased to exist in a fundamental way--I mean, my NAME was gone. I just felt awful. I felt possessed as if I were property---chattel. Like I wasn’t entitled to be a independent thinking person. I became the property of someone else—“his wife.”

I never liked identifying myself as someone’s wife, or having others identify me as "his wife." I hated when I had to bust in after being introduced as "his/my wife" and say "And my name is Stephanie." Like "Come meet the dog!" Come on, you know? I have a name. Really I do.

I had an aversion to identifying him as “my husband.” I felt terribly odd about it. It was so…medieval or something. Just not right. Not right at all. I didn't own him. He wasn't a possession.

I struggled and struggled and we fought and fought before the wedding, and even after about this name thing. I thought I was making too big a deal about it, that I was weird and abnormal for feeling that way. I thought I was a freak, but turns out lots of women feel this way.

I'm thinking about this because I've got a couple weddings coming up, and I always worry that the bride hasn't given this much thought. She SHOULD. Because it's much more traumatic that you'd expect. Especially for those of us who have claimed our names and built our professional lives around them.

And men just don't understand it--because it's not something they'll ever have to do, or are ever expected to do. So, bullshit on that. Keep your names, girls. Don't give it up if you don't want to. It's who you ARE.
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Firsts
10.15.04 (3:37 pm)
Here goes!
Fall colors are out and look delightful against the morning skies although for some reason, allergies are acting up this year and I don't know why. All my friends are having babies and they all have this compulsion to describe their labor and delivery experiences to me.

I'm not talking about the "It was 43 hours, and finally I asked for the drugs" stories, I'm talking about the "then I felt this tearing sensation, and when my husband looked...[followed by revolting description of something or other] stories.

I don't want kids. Just don't. I'm all about me and what I want to do--I freely admit this. I suspect it is much better to admit that sort of thing than to take a big risk, have a kid and then resent it for every second of my remaining natural life.

Anyway.

Graphic and gory labor and delivery stories are disgusting and I am grossed out by them.
Completely grossed out. I wind up putting my hands over my ears and yelling
"Shutupshutupshutupshutup !! EEEEEWWW!!"

I do NOT understand why ANYONE would VOLUNTARILY do that to themselves. Seriously. What the hell is up with that shit? And WHY do you have to tell me about things that are left hanging where things should not hang? WHY?

I suppose it's necessary for the perpetuation of the species and all. And I'm glad my mother went through it, but please, PLEASE all you new mothers out there--STOP WITH THE GROSS-OUT 'FEAR FACTOR' LABOR SAGAS! Just please, please stop. Unless someone asks for the gross version, stick with the generic "It was long and hard, and I was in pain, but here s/he is now!" version. (One of my friends who's a very new mom has a good way of telling the story--she knows who she is, because I didn't start screaming "EW!EW!EW!")

I believe my allergies this year may be to prolonged exposure to GWBush. I believe that he and his ilk are evil and are tools of the Dark Lord.
I swear, this year it just feels like some Lord of the Rings-esque struggle for the future of Middle Earth is in full swing. I am afraid that Bush has the Ring. I have come up with a sign for my street-facing window in the event that the forces of evil prevail on Nov. 2--
FRODO FAILED
BUSH HAS THE RING

I saw a great sign in someone's window from the El the other day:
HE IS NOT THE PRESIDENT OF ME!
I like that.

I have a button that says:
The last time someone listened to a bush, folks wandered in the desert for 40 years.

Since I cannot fathom why someone would willingly vote for the Moron-in-Chief, I am left to conclude that the people who are planning to vote for him are (1) stupid (2) lazy (3) afraid to think for themselves (4) stupid (5) all of the above.
I am very afraid for the future of this country, and for the world, really, if these jackoffs stay in office...
Ok. I have to do some work now.
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