Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Scrabble, Anyone?
The true question of the Universe isn't "why are we here?" or "is there a God" or "what is the meaning of life?" The true question of the Universe is "Just how much of a goob is the Boston Pobble?" This question, ladies and gentlemen, dear readers, has been answered.
I woke up to this email from the Lovely Cats:
axolotl
Ooooo! No, I hadn't! How exciting...
Aren't you excited? I knew you were. Because, as I said to Lithus, "I was so excited, not only did I have to look it up but I had to post on it!" And if I'm that excited, I know you are, too. (And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not joking. I'm this excited. It's a new word! It's a new thing to learn! Yeah ~ pretty damn gooby...and pretty damn excited, too. I'm okay with this.)
So! Here you go:
Cute little bugger, isn't he?
And now I know what to do with that X and those Ls.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
I woke up to this email from the Lovely Cats:
this word was in a puzzle i just did.
be honest, have you ever seen it before?
Ooooo! No, I hadn't! How exciting...
Aren't you excited? I knew you were. Because, as I said to Lithus, "I was so excited, not only did I have to look it up but I had to post on it!" And if I'm that excited, I know you are, too. (And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not joking. I'm this excited. It's a new word! It's a new thing to learn! Yeah ~ pretty damn gooby...and pretty damn excited, too. I'm okay with this.)
So! Here you go:
The axolotl (aːʃoːloːtɬ), Ambystoma mexicanum, is the best-known of the Mexican neotenic mole salamanders belonging to the Tiger Salamander complex. Larvae of this species fail to undergo metamorphosis, so the adults remain aquatic and gilled. The species originates from the lake underlying Mexico City and are also called ajolote (which is also the common name for Mexican Mole Lizards).[citation needed] Axolotls are used extensively in scientific research due to their ability to regenerate most body parts, ease of breeding, and large embryos. They are commonly kept as pets in the United States, Great Britain (under the spelling axlotl), Australia, Japan (sold under the name wooper rooper Ūpā Rūpā) and other countries.
Axolotls should not be confused with waterdogs, the larval stage of the closely related Tiger Salamanders (Ambystoma tigrinum and Ambystoma mavortium), which is widespread in much of North America which also occasionally become neotenic, nor with mudpuppies (Necturus spp.), fully-aquatic salamanders which are unrelated to the axolotl but which bear a superficial resemblance. (source, wikipedia)
Cute little bugger, isn't he?
And now I know what to do with that X and those Ls.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Getting A Few Things Straight
1. If you do something that angers me, it is not appropriate for you to then get angry at me when I actually *gasp* get angry at what you have done. And yes, the reverse is true as well. I piss you off, I need to just let you be pissed and not get defensive and angry. No double standard. I can even understand completely where you're coming from ~ and it still might make me angry. Understanding and anger are not mutually exclusive things. Get over it.
2. I could give a shit about how much money has been spent on Sarah Palin's wardrobe*. The Republicans were in a no-win situation there. They spend a lot of money on her clothing and they get called out for it. They don't and people point to her packaging as further proof she's just a hick. Seriously, can we talk about issues and not about clothing? Please.
3. You do not get to claim that you handle all the details of a child's life...if you don't even bother to get him his flu shot or call the school when he is sick to ensure his absence is excused and frequently refuse to handle things hoping to screw over the other parent. If you are so willing to try to screw over the other parent that you are willing to let others be the ones who see him dressed to the nines for the first time in his life and then can't even tell him he looks good because the other parent is the one who helped make it happen ~ hell, you can't even claim to love the kid the most, let alone claim to be the one who handles it all.
4. The man who was on the right side of the helicopter when it went down, who is still in physical therapy from his injuries, who may never work in his chosen field again, deserves to be one of the men not caught up in layoffs. If you've only been with the company a few months and did get caught in the layoffs, shut the fuck up. I don't care that you can still fly. He's still not the one who should've been laid off.
5. Just because a neighborhood isn't occupied by mostly white folks doesn't make it a bad neighborhood. Are there bad neighborhoods? Oh. Hell. Yes. Can you tell if it's a bad neighborhood by driving through it? Probably. Can you tell by looking at the color of the residents' skin? Nope.
6. A blog is a good place to vent. Keeps the real life drama down. Now ~ let's go cope appropriately, shall we? And thanks.
* On a more amusing note ~ I read an article that had the headline: How To Shop Like Sarah Palin. The hook was: It's not easy to spend $150,000 on clothing. We know. We tried. Listen, if you can't spend $150,000 on clothing then they sent out the wrong journalist. Especially at places like Neiman's and Saks, let alone Talbots and Macys. You're an amatuer and I should have been given the assignment.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
2. I could give a shit about how much money has been spent on Sarah Palin's wardrobe*. The Republicans were in a no-win situation there. They spend a lot of money on her clothing and they get called out for it. They don't and people point to her packaging as further proof she's just a hick. Seriously, can we talk about issues and not about clothing? Please.
3. You do not get to claim that you handle all the details of a child's life...if you don't even bother to get him his flu shot or call the school when he is sick to ensure his absence is excused and frequently refuse to handle things hoping to screw over the other parent. If you are so willing to try to screw over the other parent that you are willing to let others be the ones who see him dressed to the nines for the first time in his life and then can't even tell him he looks good because the other parent is the one who helped make it happen ~ hell, you can't even claim to love the kid the most, let alone claim to be the one who handles it all.
4. The man who was on the right side of the helicopter when it went down, who is still in physical therapy from his injuries, who may never work in his chosen field again, deserves to be one of the men not caught up in layoffs. If you've only been with the company a few months and did get caught in the layoffs, shut the fuck up. I don't care that you can still fly. He's still not the one who should've been laid off.
5. Just because a neighborhood isn't occupied by mostly white folks doesn't make it a bad neighborhood. Are there bad neighborhoods? Oh. Hell. Yes. Can you tell if it's a bad neighborhood by driving through it? Probably. Can you tell by looking at the color of the residents' skin? Nope.
6. A blog is a good place to vent. Keeps the real life drama down. Now ~ let's go cope appropriately, shall we? And thanks.
* On a more amusing note ~ I read an article that had the headline: How To Shop Like Sarah Palin. The hook was: It's not easy to spend $150,000 on clothing. We know. We tried. Listen, if you can't spend $150,000 on clothing then they sent out the wrong journalist. Especially at places like Neiman's and Saks, let alone Talbots and Macys. You're an amatuer and I should have been given the assignment.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Locked Out
BOO on blogger who locked me out of my own blog for a few days. And apologies to anyone who tried to comment and couldn't because blogger had locked you out of my blog, too. And thanks to those who wrote when they couldn't comment. YAY on you. BOO on blogger.
So what has been happening while I've been locked out? Let's just sum it up some...
* Timber has gotten involved in his high school theatre and was the house manager for his first show this past weekend. On the one hand, I love this. I did theatre for so very long and it was such an incredibly large part of my life, who I was and who I've become as an adult. On the other hand...I remember high school theatre. I remember the cast parties. I remember the "adult supervised" parties. Mostly, I remember what high school girls think about the cute boys in their high school theatre. And I'm not so sure I love it quite so much. Suddenly, I find myself having to ask the question ~ do I tell him why teenagers like to play sardines and hopscotch and that they are Very Different games than they were when he last played them in elementary school gym class? I decided that, yes, I would give him the heads up so it didn't take him by surprise but that oh hell no I am not going to tell him how to play them differently. It's one thing to tell him they *can* be played differently. It's another to spell out the rules of the game.
* Sometimes, I miss my life in Massachusetts so badly it hurts. I wouldn't give up Lithus and Timber just for New England. And, sometimes, the fact that I had to choose is almost too painful to bear. Yeah...I've had a couple of those days here recently.
* The leaves in our neighborhood have changed. Overnight, they went from green to yellows and oranges and some reds. Magnificent. Really. It's nice to be somewhere where there is an Autumn.
* It's official ~ I've hit writer's block. That kind of writer's block where I am convinced I will never write another word and cannot understand how I managed to get two novels written in the first place. It's been coming on long enough now that I know it's official. I know in my logical, reasonable mind it will pass and yet...Lord, but I hate this kind of writer's block.
* Lithus hasn't changed since proposing. Neither have I. I think we are both secretly grateful. I know I am.
* I am really, Really (REALLY) over eating yogurt. Really.
And that's pretty much it after the last few days. It's nice to be back, even if my comments have to do the pop-put thingy now. What's up with you?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
So what has been happening while I've been locked out? Let's just sum it up some...
* Timber has gotten involved in his high school theatre and was the house manager for his first show this past weekend. On the one hand, I love this. I did theatre for so very long and it was such an incredibly large part of my life, who I was and who I've become as an adult. On the other hand...I remember high school theatre. I remember the cast parties. I remember the "adult supervised" parties. Mostly, I remember what high school girls think about the cute boys in their high school theatre. And I'm not so sure I love it quite so much. Suddenly, I find myself having to ask the question ~ do I tell him why teenagers like to play sardines and hopscotch and that they are Very Different games than they were when he last played them in elementary school gym class? I decided that, yes, I would give him the heads up so it didn't take him by surprise but that oh hell no I am not going to tell him how to play them differently. It's one thing to tell him they *can* be played differently. It's another to spell out the rules of the game.
* Sometimes, I miss my life in Massachusetts so badly it hurts. I wouldn't give up Lithus and Timber just for New England. And, sometimes, the fact that I had to choose is almost too painful to bear. Yeah...I've had a couple of those days here recently.
* The leaves in our neighborhood have changed. Overnight, they went from green to yellows and oranges and some reds. Magnificent. Really. It's nice to be somewhere where there is an Autumn.
* It's official ~ I've hit writer's block. That kind of writer's block where I am convinced I will never write another word and cannot understand how I managed to get two novels written in the first place. It's been coming on long enough now that I know it's official. I know in my logical, reasonable mind it will pass and yet...Lord, but I hate this kind of writer's block.
* Lithus hasn't changed since proposing. Neither have I. I think we are both secretly grateful. I know I am.
* I am really, Really (REALLY) over eating yogurt. Really.
And that's pretty much it after the last few days. It's nice to be back, even if my comments have to do the pop-put thingy now. What's up with you?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Beating My Head Against the Wall
For the last hour, I have been filling out my ballot. Yes, the last hour. See, I admit I haven't done my research this year. I have researched the president and vice president and my state governor races but that's it. So, when earlier this week, I received a booklet in the mail outlining all the candidates and races, I kept it for this very reason. As I got to each vote, I read the statements around each initiative, each candidate, each platform. Twice, I flipped a coin. Otherwise, I read and thought carefully before filling in the square. Even the times I flipped a coin, I did so after reading and thinking carefully.
Across the table from me, sat Timber. Just a moment ago, right before I was finished, he looked over and said "You know, this took mom and me like twenty seconds. She was all like 'that person's a girl; let's vote for her' and 'I'm just voting democrat all the way down' or I would say 'that person's got a cool name, vote for them' and she would."
Seriously, I don't even know where to start.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Across the table from me, sat Timber. Just a moment ago, right before I was finished, he looked over and said "You know, this took mom and me like twenty seconds. She was all like 'that person's a girl; let's vote for her' and 'I'm just voting democrat all the way down' or I would say 'that person's got a cool name, vote for them' and she would."
Seriously, I don't even know where to start.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Holy Shit, People!
I'm engaged. Yep. You read that correctly. Engaged. As in "getting married." As in "you, forever." As in "that thing I swore I would never do and, quite frankly, never want again." As in "Holy shit, people!"
Wednesday night, Lithus went out for a pack of smokes. He came back with an engagement ring. I was at my desk, finishing up some work and he asked if he could talk to me about a few things. I said sure, saved everything and spun around. He talked some and then next thing I knew, he was down on one knee, asking me to be his wife, asking to be my husband.
Holy shit, people!
And yes. I said yes.
Holy shit, people!
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Wednesday night, Lithus went out for a pack of smokes. He came back with an engagement ring. I was at my desk, finishing up some work and he asked if he could talk to me about a few things. I said sure, saved everything and spun around. He talked some and then next thing I knew, he was down on one knee, asking me to be his wife, asking to be my husband.
Holy shit, people!
And yes. I said yes.
- The ring is white gold with garnets.
- We haven't set a date yet but we're thinking probably this coming February or putting it off until next Autumn because there is no reason to even pretend we can get married during fire season.
- It will be an uber-small wedding. A lot of good friends aren't invited. In fact, we're not really having a wedding at all. We're getting married and we're telling a small group of people where and when and saying "If you want to be there, great. If we're too far away or too expensive or it doesn't work with your schedule, we understand. Otherwise, stick around because there will probably be cake." And that's about it.
- Hopefully, it will be as close to simply wandering down to the court house and meeting with a Justice of the Peace as it can be without actually wandering down to the court house and meeting with a Justice of the Peace.
Holy shit, people!
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Borrowing
I am so not above borrowing. Not at all. A friend of mine is Jewish and she has loaned me her new year. In return, mind you, I have loaned her my Pagan one. We figure, we'll take all the fresh starts we can get.
Today, I am borrowing Lithus' Thanksgiving. Because if I can use all the fresh starts, then an extra day to remind myself to give thanks ~ yeah, I can probably use that one as well.
It's particularly special because Lithus is actually home today. He wasn't supposed to be. It's just worked out that way. What makes that especially nice is he is so rarely home for any holiday, but especially not his. His American-based company runs 365 days a year so little things like American holidays can't mean much ~ let alone things like Canadian ones. Also, this is the first time he's been with a partner who respected his holidays as much as she respects her own.
Now, the house is filled with the smell of roasting turkey, dressing and potatoes. Before too much longer, we will add the aroma of homemade pumpkin pie to it.
It's a quiet, gentle day ~ every much like the November Thanksgivings to which I am accustomed ~ and we are being quiet and gentle with each other. And giving many, many thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, but especially to my Canadian readers. May you know your blessings when you can and feel their presence even when they aren't so obvious.
Those are thankful Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee and pumpkin pie.
Today, I am borrowing Lithus' Thanksgiving. Because if I can use all the fresh starts, then an extra day to remind myself to give thanks ~ yeah, I can probably use that one as well.
It's particularly special because Lithus is actually home today. He wasn't supposed to be. It's just worked out that way. What makes that especially nice is he is so rarely home for any holiday, but especially not his. His American-based company runs 365 days a year so little things like American holidays can't mean much ~ let alone things like Canadian ones. Also, this is the first time he's been with a partner who respected his holidays as much as she respects her own.
Now, the house is filled with the smell of roasting turkey, dressing and potatoes. Before too much longer, we will add the aroma of homemade pumpkin pie to it.
It's a quiet, gentle day ~ every much like the November Thanksgivings to which I am accustomed ~ and we are being quiet and gentle with each other. And giving many, many thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, but especially to my Canadian readers. May you know your blessings when you can and feel their presence even when they aren't so obvious.
Those are thankful Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee and pumpkin pie.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
SO Aesthetically Pleasing
I received this email from Nemeria in my inbox today:
My cousin is one of Cosmo's 2008 Hot Bachelors and he's in the running to be THE 2008 Hot Bachelor. His name is Andy DiGidio and he's from North Dakota. To vote you have to go to www.cosmopolitan.com Any chance you would be willing to advertise this on your blog? I know you have quite the readership. But again, I'm perfectly okay with you saying no.
Let's think this one through...
1. My oldest and one of my dearest friends in the whole world 2. sends me a link full of beautiful men 3. asking me to go look at them 4. while telling me she is actually related to one of them, 5. asking me to look hard enough to vote for him (because while I will be voting for him, I should really, really at least try to pretend to be unbiased and check them all out, right?) 6. AND complimenting my blog and 7. my blog readers.
Nope. No way I can deny this one (even if she is okay with me saying no; I'm not and it's my blog so there!)
So, go. Enjoy. Check out all the very pretty boys. And then vote for Andy DiGidio, the North Dakota bachelor. 'Cause ooooo...he is pretty. :)
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
My cousin is one of Cosmo's 2008 Hot Bachelors and he's in the running to be THE 2008 Hot Bachelor. His name is Andy DiGidio and he's from North Dakota. To vote you have to go to www.cosmopolitan.com Any chance you would be willing to advertise this on your blog? I know you have quite the readership. But again, I'm perfectly okay with you saying no.
Let's think this one through...
1. My oldest and one of my dearest friends in the whole world 2. sends me a link full of beautiful men 3. asking me to go look at them 4. while telling me she is actually related to one of them, 5. asking me to look hard enough to vote for him (because while I will be voting for him, I should really, really at least try to pretend to be unbiased and check them all out, right?) 6. AND complimenting my blog and 7. my blog readers.
Nope. No way I can deny this one (even if she is okay with me saying no; I'm not and it's my blog so there!)
So, go. Enjoy. Check out all the very pretty boys. And then vote for Andy DiGidio, the North Dakota bachelor. 'Cause ooooo...he is pretty. :)
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Birthday Post Take 2
The rest of my birthday was truly amazing. My guys went above and beyond for me. Check it out...
I went for a nap after we picked Timber up from school. Came down to decorations:
(and please note, they gave my dad his own party hat!)
Which, of course, means Lionel had one as well. Especially since he had given me a card...
I also woke up to fresh, still warm, homemade from scratch, pumpkin pie spice scones and tea "to tide us over until dinner"
Ooooh! I do love Lithus!
Of course, there was cake. Yellow cake with chocolate icing. And yes, I made it myself although Lithus was more than willing to do so (the man made homemade from scratch pumpkin pie spice scones; I think he could've handled a box cake ~ but it's kind of a tradition that I make my cake, so he let me.)
Although the gifts were all incredible, this one really touched my heart (as you can see from my reaction):
As I told Lithus and Timber last night, there is nowhere else I would rather have been last night then right here, at home, with them, to celebrate my birthday. Life is good, friends.
Those are grateful Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
I went for a nap after we picked Timber up from school. Came down to decorations:
(and please note, they gave my dad his own party hat!)Which, of course, means Lionel had one as well. Especially since he had given me a card...
I also woke up to fresh, still warm, homemade from scratch, pumpkin pie spice scones and tea "to tide us over until dinner"
Ooooh! I do love Lithus!Of course, there was cake. Yellow cake with chocolate icing. And yes, I made it myself although Lithus was more than willing to do so (the man made homemade from scratch pumpkin pie spice scones; I think he could've handled a box cake ~ but it's kind of a tradition that I make my cake, so he let me.)
Although the gifts were all incredible, this one really touched my heart (as you can see from my reaction):
As I told Lithus and Timber last night, there is nowhere else I would rather have been last night then right here, at home, with them, to celebrate my birthday. Life is good, friends.
Those are grateful Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Friday, October 03, 2008
Birthday Post Take 1
Since I plan on having at least one more. That's the joy of being grown; you get to have as many birthday posts as you want.
Thirty-nine isn't sucking so far.
The day started with breakfast in bed and the birthday song. I managed to wake up just enough to register what was going on before cursing at Lithus for being so freakin' loud when I was still sleeping. And I wish I could post a picture but that would've required far more awake-ness than I was up to pre-coffee.
However, breakfast was my favorite wheat toast, Irish cheese and fresh strawberries, along with the above big ol' mug of coffee, accompanied by new fuzzy pink slippers (I had walked the bottoms out of my old ones, literally), 
a card from Lionel, a card from Lithus and a small gift. Oh, and flowers by my bed. Again, this isn't sucking.
When I came downstairs, my desk was covered in more presents and cards.
Those I will save for this evening, with cake and ice cream.
And although there have been several phone calls regarding Financial Words in between breakfast in bed and now, my co-author finally said "We'll do the rest of this tomorrow. It's your birthday. Go be happy. We'll get this done." So...I am. :)
Happy Birthday to me...
May everybody have a great day, as well!
Those are Birthday Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Thirty-nine isn't sucking so far.
The day started with breakfast in bed and the birthday song. I managed to wake up just enough to register what was going on before cursing at Lithus for being so freakin' loud when I was still sleeping. And I wish I could post a picture but that would've required far more awake-ness than I was up to pre-coffee.
However, breakfast was my favorite wheat toast, Irish cheese and fresh strawberries, along with the above big ol' mug of coffee, accompanied by new fuzzy pink slippers (I had walked the bottoms out of my old ones, literally), 
a card from Lionel, a card from Lithus and a small gift. Oh, and flowers by my bed. Again, this isn't sucking.When I came downstairs, my desk was covered in more presents and cards.
Those I will save for this evening, with cake and ice cream.And although there have been several phone calls regarding Financial Words in between breakfast in bed and now, my co-author finally said "We'll do the rest of this tomorrow. It's your birthday. Go be happy. We'll get this done." So...I am. :)
Happy Birthday to me...
May everybody have a great day, as well!
Those are Birthday Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
A Birthday Hat
Tomorrow is my birthday. I don't know exactly what the guys have planned but I know they are out this afternoon and I'm not allowed with them. And I know that dinner is Lithus' homemade meatball subs, au gratin potatoes, Caesar salad, yellow cake with chocolate frosting and Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream. Timber is thrilled.
I did, however, request a slightly more adult day/evening/dinner/something with Lithus. Yesterday, he delivered. In spades.
We went to the shore (or, as it is known out here, I'm learning, the coast).
We took our time driving. We talked and laughed and walked. We bought me a hat and wandered the shops. We were silly and happy. We laughed at the seagulls (they're brown out here! Who knew????) and stood arm in arm, snuggled up, watching the sunset over the water. Then went for seafood for dinner and ~ excitement of excitement! ~ they had homemade pumpkin pie. My first of the season.
I am happy. I am content without being complacent. I am in love and I am loved. It's not a sucky way to start a new year.
Happy birthday to me ~ just a little early.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
I did, however, request a slightly more adult day/evening/dinner/something with Lithus. Yesterday, he delivered. In spades.
We went to the shore (or, as it is known out here, I'm learning, the coast).
We took our time driving. We talked and laughed and walked. We bought me a hat and wandered the shops. We were silly and happy. We laughed at the seagulls (they're brown out here! Who knew????) and stood arm in arm, snuggled up, watching the sunset over the water. Then went for seafood for dinner and ~ excitement of excitement! ~ they had homemade pumpkin pie. My first of the season.
I am happy. I am content without being complacent. I am in love and I am loved. It's not a sucky way to start a new year.
Happy birthday to me ~ just a little early.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Autumness
It's a word now, dammit! :)
Anyone who's read Pobble Thoughts for very long knows I am far more out with my religion here than I am in real life. However, I've taken a brave step and have actually set up a permanent altar. For the first time, it felt like the right thing to do. Lithus has been encouraging me to do so since I moved in with him and, technically, at the old place, there was a space for it. It just didn't feel like a good space for it. Here, though, there's space. And it feels like good space. So...we'll see.
This is a lovely time of year for me. I love the Harvest and Halloween decorations. Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, followed by Halloween. There is something welcoming and warm about the oranges and pumpkins and apples and browns and reds when you walk into just about any store. Even when the temperatures are warm as they are now ~ hell, it's warmer now than it was in August ~ there is still something about the season.
Crow Mother called me today. Last year, we were together at Samhain. We are both crazy about Autumn. Our respective partners have always been very understanding about this and humored us lovingly and without patronizing us. However, to actually be together, with the other person who gets it last year was wonderful. We went a little pumpkin crazy, had some amazing jack o' lanterns, homemade pies, decorations...you get the idea. Earlier this week, I had teared up telling Lithus about it. Today, she called for the same reason. Thanksgiving can't come soon enough.
Last year, the one negative was the fact that it was impossible to find black taper candles. Appsrus sent me a dozen. I have horded them for the last year, being very careful to use them well. This year, black candles are readily available. And it's a good thing too because I am almost out of my Appsrus candles. So we're stocking up.
I'm actually living with someone who likes the same kind of decor as I (finally!) so we're actually stocking up on a lot more than just black candles. "Halloween" decorations that will find permanent homes in our home. Gorgeous black candlesticks, really cool placemats and raven glassware. Plus, my black feather wreath from my first Samhain single is getting hung in the living room where everybody can enjoy it.
Autumn is always good. This Autumn...well, this is how it's supposed to feel.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Anyone who's read Pobble Thoughts for very long knows I am far more out with my religion here than I am in real life. However, I've taken a brave step and have actually set up a permanent altar. For the first time, it felt like the right thing to do. Lithus has been encouraging me to do so since I moved in with him and, technically, at the old place, there was a space for it. It just didn't feel like a good space for it. Here, though, there's space. And it feels like good space. So...we'll see.
This is a lovely time of year for me. I love the Harvest and Halloween decorations. Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, followed by Halloween. There is something welcoming and warm about the oranges and pumpkins and apples and browns and reds when you walk into just about any store. Even when the temperatures are warm as they are now ~ hell, it's warmer now than it was in August ~ there is still something about the season.
Crow Mother called me today. Last year, we were together at Samhain. We are both crazy about Autumn. Our respective partners have always been very understanding about this and humored us lovingly and without patronizing us. However, to actually be together, with the other person who gets it last year was wonderful. We went a little pumpkin crazy, had some amazing jack o' lanterns, homemade pies, decorations...you get the idea. Earlier this week, I had teared up telling Lithus about it. Today, she called for the same reason. Thanksgiving can't come soon enough.
Last year, the one negative was the fact that it was impossible to find black taper candles. Appsrus sent me a dozen. I have horded them for the last year, being very careful to use them well. This year, black candles are readily available. And it's a good thing too because I am almost out of my Appsrus candles. So we're stocking up.
I'm actually living with someone who likes the same kind of decor as I (finally!) so we're actually stocking up on a lot more than just black candles. "Halloween" decorations that will find permanent homes in our home. Gorgeous black candlesticks, really cool placemats and raven glassware. Plus, my black feather wreath from my first Samhain single is getting hung in the living room where everybody can enjoy it.
Autumn is always good. This Autumn...well, this is how it's supposed to feel.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Poppy
About 11:30 Wednesday night, Lithus' phone rang. By 12:56 Thursday morning, he was a grandfather. And a proud one at that! We are tired and happy and thrilled beyond words. I mean, dude, a grandfather! A Poppy!
Note ~ While you have heard about Timber, you have yet to hear about his daughter (who needs a moniker now) because she is older and off living her own life, doing her own thing, being an adult. It is however, the daughter, not the 14 year old Timber, who has made him Poppy. Just to be clear.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee ~ and a cigar!
Note ~ While you have heard about Timber, you have yet to hear about his daughter (who needs a moniker now) because she is older and off living her own life, doing her own thing, being an adult. It is however, the daughter, not the 14 year old Timber, who has made him Poppy. Just to be clear.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee ~ and a cigar!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Ya Think?
Interesting news article off of Yahoo this morning. What makes it interesting to me isn't what it describes but that so many people are so surprised by what it describes. And even that doesn't surprise me...
...a new Associated Press-Yahoo! News poll, conducted with Stanford University, shows just how wide a gap remains between whites and blacks. It shows that a substantial portion of white Americans still harbor negative feelings toward blacks. It shows that blacks and whites disagree tremendously on how much racial prejudice exists, whose fault it is and how much influence blacks have in politics. ...
...a new Associated Press-Yahoo! News poll, conducted with Stanford University, shows just how wide a gap remains between whites and blacks. It shows that a substantial portion of white Americans still harbor negative feelings toward blacks. It shows that blacks and whites disagree tremendously on how much racial prejudice exists, whose fault it is and how much influence blacks have in politics. ...
More whites apply positive attributes to blacks than negative ones, and blacks are even more generous in their descriptions of whites. Racial prejudice is lower among college-educated whites living outside the South. And many whites who think most blacks are somewhat lazy, violent or boastful are willing or even eager to vote for Obama over Republican John McCain, who is white.
The poll, however, shows that blacks and whites see racial discrimination in starkly different terms. When asked "how much discrimination against blacks" exists, 10 percent of whites said "a lot" and 45 percent said "some."
Among blacks, 57 percent said "a lot" and all but a fraction of the rest said "some."
Asked how much of America's existing racial tension is created by blacks, more than one-third of white respondents said "most" or "all," and 9 percent said "not much." Only 3 percent of blacks said "most" or "all," while half said "not much at all."
Nearly three-fourths of blacks said white people have too much influence in American politics. Only 12 percent of whites agreed. Almost three times as many blacks as whites said blacks have too little influence.
Far more blacks than whites say government officials "usually pay less attention to a request or complaint from a black person than a white person."
One in five whites have felt admiration for blacks "very" or "extremely" often. Seventy percent of blacks have felt the same about whites. ...
By CHARLES BABINGTON, Associated Press Writer
(Click on the picture and you get a graph of the poll results ~ and large enough to read it, even!)
Here's what I wish white America would come to grips with: We Don't Get To Say How Much Racism Blacks in America Experience. We are not the ones who get to say when racism has ended. If black people are still feeling this disadvantaged then guess what? Racism is still with us. To an extreme. It really, really sucks to admit this but it means we haven't yet leveled the playing field. We haven't eradicated racism, bigotry and prejudice. We haven't even come close. Not with this kind of a gap. Black America knows the black American experience. White America doesn't. So suck it up, people. It's not fair yet. Pointing to how far we've come and specific examples of where a black person has risen over a white person doesn't change the fact that systemically society is still slanted hugely in favor of whites. We can want those things to mean it. We can debate and argue and disagree. Fact is, when the vast majority of black people still feel this disadvantaged, we haven't fixed a damn thing.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thoughts on Window Shopping
As I have talked about here, the exploring thing was tough. It's getting easier. I'm getting out and about into my new little town (haven't quite made it into the city next door yet but we're getting there.) But for a little town, there's a lot happening here. This could be a fun place to be. There are, at least, lots of places to browse and compose Pobble Thoughts.
* I like to go into boutiques for the first time dressed down. Not slovenly or looking homeless, mind you. Like today. I'm in a grey jersey skirt and a black t-shirt. Lipstick and hair done but simple sandals and no jewelry or effort. Just dressed down. See, I'm a third generation Neiman Marcus shopper which means I know what service is supposed to be like. There are too many places far too willing to ignore someone dressed down. I figure, that gives me the right to be far too willing to ignore them when I'm dressed normally ~ and spending money rather than window shopping.
* I love high heeled (and flat, actually but for the sake of this part of the post, we'll stick to the high) oxfords and wingtips. Have since I was in high school as the Lovely Cats, Nemeria and Crow Mother could attest if my choices in footwear happen to be important enough for them to remember. This style comes in and out of fashion so I like to stock up when it's in to help get me through the lean years of out and therefore harder to find, if I happen to blow out a stitching during the interim. Oh, I can usually find a pair if I look hard enough ~ that's how I was able to fall in love with them in the first place ~ but it's also nice to have a pair of my favorites stuck in the back of the closet, just in case. And yes, they are back in fashion right now. Gonna have to change that from window to real shopping soon!
* All that being said ~ high heeled oxfords and wingtips should not be peep-toe, people. Please. Designers. Listen to me. Jacking up the heel 3 to 4 inches makes it girly enough. You don't have to cut the toe out, too. Are there exceptions to this? Of course. There are always exceptions. That's the one rule to which there seems to be no exception. But generally? Damn. Leave the toe in the shoe. I'm begging here.
* I like Speigel (the window shopping included some Windows shopping, too, I admit it.) Again, I have since I was a teenager. Their looks are classic with a twist. Kinda like me. Plus, something that I've realized that I didn't notice or care about when I was a teenager, their models are not thirteen years old. Their models aren't even twenty years old. It's nice to see a company that allows women in their 30s, 40s, 50s and older be stylish, fashionable, sexy, edgy and dressed their age, instead of looking like they are trying to dress like their teenage daughters and granddaughters.
* While I am stylish and fashionable, I am definitely not trendy. I am infinitely okay with this fact.
* I continue to be on the fence about the ready accesability of what can best be described as "Goth jewelry." Again, it's been my style for years. On the one hand, it's so great to not have to scour places looking for an interesting piece. It's nice that retailers are acknowledging that yes, we are out here and we do spend money and we do want quality stuff, not just plastic crap. On the other hand, if it's mass produced and sold in every shop on every corner of every town, is it really still interesting?
* CoverGirl Outlast 900 Chocolate Satin is a very difficult lip color to find here on the West Coast. It was everywhere I shopped in New England (which, let's be honest was only two cities in MA and one in CT with occassional forays out of New England into Jersey but still) Having looked for it now in four different places in the Pacific Northwest, all of the towns around Lake Tahoe and several cities in northern Nevada, one would think that, if it was even somewhat readily available, I would've found it. In that whole list, I've found it in one drug store in Minden, NV. Go figure.
* There is a florist. Right next to a cafe. I can take a book, sip a coffee, buy a couple flowers and come home. This makes me happier than I can express.
Exploring isn't easy for me. But God, it was worth it this time.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee...at a cafe next to a florist, if you're lucky.
* I like to go into boutiques for the first time dressed down. Not slovenly or looking homeless, mind you. Like today. I'm in a grey jersey skirt and a black t-shirt. Lipstick and hair done but simple sandals and no jewelry or effort. Just dressed down. See, I'm a third generation Neiman Marcus shopper which means I know what service is supposed to be like. There are too many places far too willing to ignore someone dressed down. I figure, that gives me the right to be far too willing to ignore them when I'm dressed normally ~ and spending money rather than window shopping.
* I love high heeled (and flat, actually but for the sake of this part of the post, we'll stick to the high) oxfords and wingtips. Have since I was in high school as the Lovely Cats, Nemeria and Crow Mother could attest if my choices in footwear happen to be important enough for them to remember. This style comes in and out of fashion so I like to stock up when it's in to help get me through the lean years of out and therefore harder to find, if I happen to blow out a stitching during the interim. Oh, I can usually find a pair if I look hard enough ~ that's how I was able to fall in love with them in the first place ~ but it's also nice to have a pair of my favorites stuck in the back of the closet, just in case. And yes, they are back in fashion right now. Gonna have to change that from window to real shopping soon!
* All that being said ~ high heeled oxfords and wingtips should not be peep-toe, people. Please. Designers. Listen to me. Jacking up the heel 3 to 4 inches makes it girly enough. You don't have to cut the toe out, too. Are there exceptions to this? Of course. There are always exceptions. That's the one rule to which there seems to be no exception. But generally? Damn. Leave the toe in the shoe. I'm begging here.
* I like Speigel (the window shopping included some Windows shopping, too, I admit it.) Again, I have since I was a teenager. Their looks are classic with a twist. Kinda like me. Plus, something that I've realized that I didn't notice or care about when I was a teenager, their models are not thirteen years old. Their models aren't even twenty years old. It's nice to see a company that allows women in their 30s, 40s, 50s and older be stylish, fashionable, sexy, edgy and dressed their age, instead of looking like they are trying to dress like their teenage daughters and granddaughters.
* While I am stylish and fashionable, I am definitely not trendy. I am infinitely okay with this fact.
* I continue to be on the fence about the ready accesability of what can best be described as "Goth jewelry." Again, it's been my style for years. On the one hand, it's so great to not have to scour places looking for an interesting piece. It's nice that retailers are acknowledging that yes, we are out here and we do spend money and we do want quality stuff, not just plastic crap. On the other hand, if it's mass produced and sold in every shop on every corner of every town, is it really still interesting?
* CoverGirl Outlast 900 Chocolate Satin is a very difficult lip color to find here on the West Coast. It was everywhere I shopped in New England (which, let's be honest was only two cities in MA and one in CT with occassional forays out of New England into Jersey but still) Having looked for it now in four different places in the Pacific Northwest, all of the towns around Lake Tahoe and several cities in northern Nevada, one would think that, if it was even somewhat readily available, I would've found it. In that whole list, I've found it in one drug store in Minden, NV. Go figure.
* There is a florist. Right next to a cafe. I can take a book, sip a coffee, buy a couple flowers and come home. This makes me happier than I can express.
Exploring isn't easy for me. But God, it was worth it this time.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee...at a cafe next to a florist, if you're lucky.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
She's COMING!
Crow Mother, my beautiful biosister, is coming for Thanksgiving.
I haven't seen her in a year ~ since I left last fall to move up here with Lithus. It's been a long year. It's been more good than bad but there have been times that was questionable for both of us. And she's coming.
All I want to do is send her links and find places for us to explore and plan menus and, and, and... It is, however, more than two months away. They will be a busy two months at that. Hell, my birthday, Samhain and Lithus' birthday are all in between. Not to mention deadlines and outlines and more job hunting. And she's coming.
I can't wait.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
I haven't seen her in a year ~ since I left last fall to move up here with Lithus. It's been a long year. It's been more good than bad but there have been times that was questionable for both of us. And she's coming.
All I want to do is send her links and find places for us to explore and plan menus and, and, and... It is, however, more than two months away. They will be a busy two months at that. Hell, my birthday, Samhain and Lithus' birthday are all in between. Not to mention deadlines and outlines and more job hunting. And she's coming.
I can't wait.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Ike: Right On Target!
Just another reason to love Target stores...
My Dear One lives in the Houston/Galveston area. He also works at the Target there in his small town. Before Ike hit, he promised to be in touch after it was all over. Aside from a quick text message to assure me all was well, last night was the first chance he had to call. He's fine. His loved ones are fine. As he puts it, "there's very little of Galveston left." Still, he's well and even back at work.
Something I had never considered before was the fact that getting a store open as quickly as possible after a major event is a good idea. If you're the first one open, you're the first place people are going to spend their money. Smart business sense. So, naturally, Target wanted to get reopened as quickly as possible and they were, indeed, one of the first stores open again. But here's what they did differently...
A Target warehouse in another, very close town had somehow managed not to lose power. Target had the warehouse ship over one of those huge refrigerated trucks full of bags of ice. My Dear One spent his first day back at work packing up grocery bags of nonperishable foods, jugs and bottles of water and bags of ice. Every single person who walked through his Target's door was given a bag of food, fresh water and a bag of ice for their coolers. Every. Single. Person.
Given. As in free. As in no profit to Target. And remember, it came from a warehouse that still had refrigeration. The ice wasn't going to melt. They could've held onto it until all the stores had power and then simply restocked the shelves. They didn't. They actually put their communities first.
My Dear One's Target did hold back several bags of food, a pallet of ice bags and a pallet of water jugs...to send home with the workers who showed up that day. Because their workers are part of the community.
Is Target perfect? Probably not. I'm not sure there's a major corporation out there these days that is. But their claims about giving back to the community and taking care of their people? That's not bullshit.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
My Dear One lives in the Houston/Galveston area. He also works at the Target there in his small town. Before Ike hit, he promised to be in touch after it was all over. Aside from a quick text message to assure me all was well, last night was the first chance he had to call. He's fine. His loved ones are fine. As he puts it, "there's very little of Galveston left." Still, he's well and even back at work.
Something I had never considered before was the fact that getting a store open as quickly as possible after a major event is a good idea. If you're the first one open, you're the first place people are going to spend their money. Smart business sense. So, naturally, Target wanted to get reopened as quickly as possible and they were, indeed, one of the first stores open again. But here's what they did differently...
A Target warehouse in another, very close town had somehow managed not to lose power. Target had the warehouse ship over one of those huge refrigerated trucks full of bags of ice. My Dear One spent his first day back at work packing up grocery bags of nonperishable foods, jugs and bottles of water and bags of ice. Every single person who walked through his Target's door was given a bag of food, fresh water and a bag of ice for their coolers. Every. Single. Person.
Given. As in free. As in no profit to Target. And remember, it came from a warehouse that still had refrigeration. The ice wasn't going to melt. They could've held onto it until all the stores had power and then simply restocked the shelves. They didn't. They actually put their communities first.
My Dear One's Target did hold back several bags of food, a pallet of ice bags and a pallet of water jugs...to send home with the workers who showed up that day. Because their workers are part of the community.
Is Target perfect? Probably not. I'm not sure there's a major corporation out there these days that is. But their claims about giving back to the community and taking care of their people? That's not bullshit.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Monday, September 15, 2008
The Thing About the Election
Here's how I see it ~ we could hold the election tomorrow and it would fall out the same way it will in November. Both sides are bolstering their candidates and smearing the other's. Activists for both sides are pointing out information and facts that show their candidates in a positive light and that show the opponents in a negative one.
There seems to be this attitude on both sides that says If you would just really listen to this... or If you would just understand that... and then the other side would miraculously and immediately throw off their support for one candidate and switch to the other. If we would just understand the evils of the one and/or the pros of the other, it would be an obvious choice.
But, people, nothing we're learning is anything new. Nothing we're hearing is anything new. The lies and disinformation aren't new. The truths and facts aren't new. The people who have heard the same thing and interpreted them differently aren't going to change their minds just because you want them to.
Yes, there might be some hugemongous scandal on one side or the other between now and Election Day. Both sides (I would imagine, anyway) are actually hoping for it to hit the other. But even that won't be about the issues. Won't be about how McCain-Palin or Obama-Biden would run the country. It would be an emotional, knee-jerk scandal that changes people's minds. It won't be that John McCain is diagnosed with Alzheimers. Or that Barack Obama actually is a terrorist. Because the other facts are already out there, already known. McCain doesn't have Alzheimer's. Obama isn't a terrorist. Both sides are dealing hypocritically with the other. Both sides do have their strengths and their weaknesses. We know it already.
Stop being so freaking shocked about it! Stop trying to change each other's minds. We have all heard the information. We have all made our decisions. Can we just have the election now? Please?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
There seems to be this attitude on both sides that says If you would just really listen to this... or If you would just understand that... and then the other side would miraculously and immediately throw off their support for one candidate and switch to the other. If we would just understand the evils of the one and/or the pros of the other, it would be an obvious choice.
But, people, nothing we're learning is anything new. Nothing we're hearing is anything new. The lies and disinformation aren't new. The truths and facts aren't new. The people who have heard the same thing and interpreted them differently aren't going to change their minds just because you want them to.
Yes, there might be some hugemongous scandal on one side or the other between now and Election Day. Both sides (I would imagine, anyway) are actually hoping for it to hit the other. But even that won't be about the issues. Won't be about how McCain-Palin or Obama-Biden would run the country. It would be an emotional, knee-jerk scandal that changes people's minds. It won't be that John McCain is diagnosed with Alzheimers. Or that Barack Obama actually is a terrorist. Because the other facts are already out there, already known. McCain doesn't have Alzheimer's. Obama isn't a terrorist. Both sides are dealing hypocritically with the other. Both sides do have their strengths and their weaknesses. We know it already.
Stop being so freaking shocked about it! Stop trying to change each other's minds. We have all heard the information. We have all made our decisions. Can we just have the election now? Please?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Where I've Been
A friend of mine wrote to me because she realized I had been quiet here and IRL. She just wanted to make sure all was well. It is. And, as I wrote her back, I realized I had the makings of a post, explaining to y'all as well. So, here you go. My (edited for private stuff) email to a friend...
Things have been a little weird here. It's no one thing (and it's not the start of an episode, TTG) so I'm not even sure if I can explain it. It's it's frustration with my work; it's a job hunt outside the home because I'm tired of being broke all the time; it's the frustration that comes with being broke all the time ~ sure, bills are being paid but That's It, going for one drink or to a movie takes planning and looking at budget; it's an inability to find a job outside of the home because I've been self-employed for so long (that's the feedback that I got from the two places that bothered to give me feedback so I'm going with it); it's I'm trying to lose weight; it's the fact that I have weight to lose because I've gained 25 pounds in the last year; it's the fact that it's been a year since I've seen anyone I love except for Lithus and Timber; it's the fact that I am already tired of politics and yet cannot seem to turn on the t.v., radio or internet without being bombarded by it; it's because I'm being bombarded with it, I cannot escape the crazy hypocrisy on the part of both the liberals and the conservatives who don't get that they hold each other to and judge each other by different standards; it's the fact that Lionel is starting to get old and I don't want him to; it's the fact that I'm going to be alone on Halloween/Samhain because of Lithus's travel schedule and the fact that I'm broke so can't go to any of my family; it's the fact that the three women I consider sisters are all going through really, really life-affecting tough times (as opposed to general life tough times) and I can't get to them; it's because in 48 hours, I was yelled at for being "pro-abortion" because I support a woman's right to choose AND accused of being "anti-woman" because I disagree with Clinton supporters voting for Palin Just Because She's Female. Apparently, I can't win; I'm either too liberal or not liberal enough. Go figure; and, and, and... You get the idea.
Mind you, I'm also really cranking on a couple novels; working like a dog on the one that comes out in Feb; collaborating with my designer on a website that should be up and running by the end of October; actually getting out and exploring the area; and might have made a couple friends (but we're reserving judgment on that, just in case they turn out to actually be bitches or boring ~ which would be worse, let's face it.) so it's not all bad. it's just...a little weird right now.
So...that's where I've been. I'll try to be more diligent about posting. And, as sick as I am of it, there may even still be more political stuff. So, those of you who groove on those, rest easy; they may not be completely gone. Those of you who dread them, you've been warned. For now, I would just like life to not be quite so weird. Still, I'll take a little weird over drama and angst ridden any day. Considering where I've been...yeah, it could be a hell of a lot worse than a little weird. :)
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Things have been a little weird here. It's no one thing (and it's not the start of an episode, TTG) so I'm not even sure if I can explain it. It's it's frustration with my work; it's a job hunt outside the home because I'm tired of being broke all the time; it's the frustration that comes with being broke all the time ~ sure, bills are being paid but That's It, going for one drink or to a movie takes planning and looking at budget; it's an inability to find a job outside of the home because I've been self-employed for so long (that's the feedback that I got from the two places that bothered to give me feedback so I'm going with it); it's I'm trying to lose weight; it's the fact that I have weight to lose because I've gained 25 pounds in the last year; it's the fact that it's been a year since I've seen anyone I love except for Lithus and Timber; it's the fact that I am already tired of politics and yet cannot seem to turn on the t.v., radio or internet without being bombarded by it; it's because I'm being bombarded with it, I cannot escape the crazy hypocrisy on the part of both the liberals and the conservatives who don't get that they hold each other to and judge each other by different standards; it's the fact that Lionel is starting to get old and I don't want him to; it's the fact that I'm going to be alone on Halloween/Samhain because of Lithus's travel schedule and the fact that I'm broke so can't go to any of my family; it's the fact that the three women I consider sisters are all going through really, really life-affecting tough times (as opposed to general life tough times) and I can't get to them; it's because in 48 hours, I was yelled at for being "pro-abortion" because I support a woman's right to choose AND accused of being "anti-woman" because I disagree with Clinton supporters voting for Palin Just Because She's Female. Apparently, I can't win; I'm either too liberal or not liberal enough. Go figure; and, and, and... You get the idea.
Mind you, I'm also really cranking on a couple novels; working like a dog on the one that comes out in Feb; collaborating with my designer on a website that should be up and running by the end of October; actually getting out and exploring the area; and might have made a couple friends (but we're reserving judgment on that, just in case they turn out to actually be bitches or boring ~ which would be worse, let's face it.) so it's not all bad. it's just...a little weird right now.
So...that's where I've been. I'll try to be more diligent about posting. And, as sick as I am of it, there may even still be more political stuff. So, those of you who groove on those, rest easy; they may not be completely gone. Those of you who dread them, you've been warned. For now, I would just like life to not be quite so weird. Still, I'll take a little weird over drama and angst ridden any day. Considering where I've been...yeah, it could be a hell of a lot worse than a little weird. :)
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Living History Aside
Sexism (noun)
1. discriminatory or abusive behavior towards members of the opposite sex (WordNet, Princeton University, 2006)
2. The belief that one sex is naturally superior to the other and should dominate most important areas of political, economic, and social life. (The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition, 2005)
Are we in agreement here? Yes? Good. In that case...
Are You Fucking Kidding Me???????
You are not really considering voting for John McCain and Sarah Palin because the vice presidential candidate has a vagina, are you? Are you really not able to think with your brains instead of your genitalia? Are you fucking kidding me?
Now, before I go any further, I want to make one thing clear: I have no problem with anyone voting for John McCain and Sarah Palin because they represent the issues you hold dear. None. And I have no problem with anyone voting against Barack Obama and Joe Biden because they are against the issues you hold dear. None. No, once again, I am speaking to those people, mostly women, who have always been liberal democrats, who have always rallied against conservative republicans, who voted for Hillary Clinton in the primaries and are now willing to vote McCain-Palin because, and for no other reason than because, Palin is female.
I admit, like most of America, I know almost nothing about Sarah Palin. I have, however, spent a good deal of time yesterday and today looking her up. Will this be all-inclusive? Oh hell no. Here is where I'm finding my information, though: www.ontheissues.org; www.hrc.org; www.thedailygreen.com; www.votesmart.org; and www.gov.state.ak.us
So, can we look at a few things? Stepping back from emotion and trying to be logical?
More Federal Funding for Health Care ~ Clinton supports it; Palin opposes it
Spend Resources to Stop Global Warming ~ Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Global Warming as a Problem Caused by Humanity ~ Clinton believes it; Palin does not believe it
Constiutional Amendment Stating a Marriage is Between a Man and a Woman Only: Clinton strongly opposes it; Palin strongly supports it
Domestic Partnership Benefits for Public Employees: Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Offshore Drilling ~ Clinton opposes it; Palin supports it
Abortion is a Woman's Right ~ Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Sexual Orientation is Protected by Civil Rights Law: Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Absolute Right to Gun Ownership ~ Clinton strongly opposes it; Palin strongly supports it
More Spending on Armed Forces Personnel ~ Clinton opposes it; Palin supports it
Creationism to be Taught in Schools ~ Clinton opposes it; Palin supports it
Look at this, people. They are not the same woman. They do not bring the same ideals and goals to the table and to the country. If you share ideals and goals with Sarah Palin then for the sake of all things holy, Vote For Her. Vote McCain-Palin. Please. If, however, you share ideals and goals with Hillary Clinton, open your eyes. Listen to the advice we have given to young men for so long: think with your head, not with what's between your legs. Come on, already. Your candidate lost. Are you really going to turn your back on what she stands for? Are you fucking kidding me?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
1. discriminatory or abusive behavior towards members of the opposite sex (WordNet, Princeton University, 2006)
2. The belief that one sex is naturally superior to the other and should dominate most important areas of political, economic, and social life. (The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition, 2005)
Are we in agreement here? Yes? Good. In that case...
Are You Fucking Kidding Me???????
You are not really considering voting for John McCain and Sarah Palin because the vice presidential candidate has a vagina, are you? Are you really not able to think with your brains instead of your genitalia? Are you fucking kidding me?
Now, before I go any further, I want to make one thing clear: I have no problem with anyone voting for John McCain and Sarah Palin because they represent the issues you hold dear. None. And I have no problem with anyone voting against Barack Obama and Joe Biden because they are against the issues you hold dear. None. No, once again, I am speaking to those people, mostly women, who have always been liberal democrats, who have always rallied against conservative republicans, who voted for Hillary Clinton in the primaries and are now willing to vote McCain-Palin because, and for no other reason than because, Palin is female.
I admit, like most of America, I know almost nothing about Sarah Palin. I have, however, spent a good deal of time yesterday and today looking her up. Will this be all-inclusive? Oh hell no. Here is where I'm finding my information, though: www.ontheissues.org; www.hrc.org; www.thedailygreen.com; www.votesmart.org; and www.gov.state.ak.us
So, can we look at a few things? Stepping back from emotion and trying to be logical?
More Federal Funding for Health Care ~ Clinton supports it; Palin opposes it
Spend Resources to Stop Global Warming ~ Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Global Warming as a Problem Caused by Humanity ~ Clinton believes it; Palin does not believe it
Constiutional Amendment Stating a Marriage is Between a Man and a Woman Only: Clinton strongly opposes it; Palin strongly supports it
Domestic Partnership Benefits for Public Employees: Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Offshore Drilling ~ Clinton opposes it; Palin supports it
Abortion is a Woman's Right ~ Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Sexual Orientation is Protected by Civil Rights Law: Clinton strongly supports it; Palin strongly opposes it
Absolute Right to Gun Ownership ~ Clinton strongly opposes it; Palin strongly supports it
More Spending on Armed Forces Personnel ~ Clinton opposes it; Palin supports it
Creationism to be Taught in Schools ~ Clinton opposes it; Palin supports it
Look at this, people. They are not the same woman. They do not bring the same ideals and goals to the table and to the country. If you share ideals and goals with Sarah Palin then for the sake of all things holy, Vote For Her. Vote McCain-Palin. Please. If, however, you share ideals and goals with Hillary Clinton, open your eyes. Listen to the advice we have given to young men for so long: think with your head, not with what's between your legs. Come on, already. Your candidate lost. Are you really going to turn your back on what she stands for? Are you fucking kidding me?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
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