lip foliage, flavor savor, lady tickler...

Whatever you call a mustache, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with this short list of celebrities who can and can't pull of the look. I've met a total of one person in my life who had one that I didn't find to be...well, creepy.

Got a little goattee? Cool. Got that rough stubble look? Cool? Even sometimes a beard on the right person can be doable. But a 'stache? I'm going to have to go with "no thank you."

creepy-lookin'...

"This undated handout photo shows a creature called a pygmy tarsier, believed for the eight decades to have been extinct. One of the world's smallest and rarest primates, it was rediscovered in Indonesia by Texas A and M University professor Sharon Gursky-Doyen in August." - From Yahoo

...in a pretty cool-lookin' fetus/don't feet him after midnight kind of way.

liberal women hate Sarah Palin because "she has a great sex life."

I've never been a fan of Dennis Miller but now I'm even less of one.

"She’s a great dame. People are fascinated by her because the Left hate her. I think the Left hate her — mostly women on the Left hate her — because to me from outside in it appears that she has a great sex life, all right? I think she has non-neurotic sex with that Todd Palin guy. … I think that snow mobile looks like mechanized foreplay to me and that’s why people are fascinated."

Male pundits have been unbelievably fascinated with Palin and her sex life throughout this entire campaign. It's over. Your boner-inducing VP candidate lost, move on. Throughout the campaign, I heard several of those pundits consistently complimenting her good looks, saying they wanted her to be lying next to them in bed, claiming that women who don't get behind her are just jealous of the fact that so many men want to get behind her and "drill, baby drill!" Here's a secret, fellas. If you want women to stop believing you only think with your dicks...stop thinking with only your dicks!

Why can't we say, "no way in hell am I supporting her" because of her crazy-ass beliefs? Her love of teaching creationism? Her wildly anti-choice stance? Her biblical fundamentalism? Those were a few of my reasons for not supporting her. Not because she's pretty. Not because I think she has more sex than I do. Not because I wish I had her life. Because I think her beliefs and the possibility of her having some power to translate her beliefs into public policy would have been dangerous and destructive.

The one (and just about the only) thing I liked about Palin is the fact that I think she scares the piss out of a lot of conservative men. They cling to the idea that she's a maverick and not afraid to take on big oil and not afraid to do this and that but every time I turn around, some douchebaggy pundit has done his best to trivialize those things and reduce her to a hole (while making sure to comment on just how fuckable she is). I don't believe the Republican party will ever be responsible for electing a female president because I don't believe they can put aside their power and control issues long enough to let it happen. Hell, it's already quite obvious the right's love affair with feminism is over since they were quick as bunnies to pounce on Palin and promptly blame her for McCain's loss:



I don't care about Sarah Palin's sex life. I wouldn't have cared if Bill Clinton fucked every intern and staffer in the White House, provided they were of legal age and mentally capable of saying, "sure, let's fuck." I don't care if the day he announced our going into Iraq, George gave it to Laura like it was the last time they would ever go at it. And I don't care if shooting moose gets Palin hot and bothered enough to come home, throw a collar on Todd, and lead him around the bedroom on a leash.

It just. doesn't. matter.

Break free from that sexual repression of yours, Dennis, and you may find that you won't always feel the need to obsess about others' sex lives. It feels good, I promise.

Question of the Day - 11/12/08

From shooting stars to stray eyelashes, there are a lot of ways to make a wish. What's your preferred method for asking favors from the universe?

Every day at lunch, if there are straws involved in the drinking of our libations, I peel the paper off and spit it at my co-worker. At that point, I take the paper back and proceed to tie it in a knot and if when the paper breaks (as it always does), the knot stays, I make a wish. I then keep doing that and making wishes until the paper is too small to tie into knots. Since, at that point, I'm left with a bunch of little pieces of paper, I wad them up into little balls and flick them at my co-worker for the duration of our lunch.

I'm also entirely unable to see the clock read all the same number without making a wish. But I much prefer the straw paper knot wishing method.

Question of the Day

Whether it's a canary in the coal mine or a waitress in the weeds, idiomatic expressions can sometimes stump us even in our own language. What common expression puzzles you the most?

The cat's meow and the cat's pajamas
I've never really understood either of these. Some find a cat's meow to be annoying, not the greatest thing in the world. And pajamas? The cats pajamas? It baffles.

Sleep like a baby and eat like a bird
I just don't understand these because they don't make any sense. "Sleep like a baby" is usually used to describe sleeping well when in reality, babies are notorious for not sleeping through the night and being fidgety. And most birds? They eat lots!

One hand washes the other
I've actually pondered this while washing my hands because it's very difficult to wash one hand all by itself. You can't thoroughly wash your hands...without one washing the other. I guess it doesn't puzzle me so much as just make common sense.

I'm sure there's more but for now, I have some "getting ready for the week" to do and I'm gonna be quick as a porcupine's hiccup about it!

it really IS all about the simple pleasures

Yesterday, I got up and finally reacquainted myself with my "Workout Tunage" at the gym, spent the afternoon picking up my apartment, spent the evening reading and watching a bit of television, and hit the sheets early.

Today, I got up at a reasonable time (which is rare for me on a Sunday), took my ass to the gym again and am now enjoying that post-haven't-been-to-the-gym-in-a-long-time hurt.

I'm watching some show about Titanic on the History Channel, which always fascinates me, before brewing some coffee (with my favorite seasonal tasty coffee creamer, cooking up a little breakfast, and spending a bit of the afternoon with my favorite slayer.

Throw in there the fact that I saw the beginnings of snowflakes walking back from the gym today and I'd say it's been a pretty damn good weekend.

Question of the Day

Bram Stoker, author of Dracula, and Vlad the Impaler, the original Dracula, have the same birthday. Coincidence?

Nothing vampire-related is coincidence. Their evilness prevents it.

It's the anniversary of the Russian Revolution, marking the Marxist overthrow of the Russian government. Karl Marx once wrote that "religion is the opium of the people." What is the new opium of the people?

Obama! C'mon, marixsm, socialism, communism...it's all too easy!

One of the highlights of going to a literary festival is hearing authors read from their own works. What author, living or dead, would you most like to hear read?

Wow, there are a lot of possibilities there. I'd very much like to hear Virginia Woolf read, especially if it's To the Lighthouse, one of my all-time favorites. As for the living, I would love to hear Wally Lamb but what I would really give my left arm for is to hear him, along with the women whose stories came to be through the volunteering he's done at York Correctional Institution in Connecticut, reading from both of the books the women helped write. If anyone can make that happen, let me know, huh?

for we are always what our situations hand us

If I had ever heard this song in high school, it would have meant something to me. If I had heard it certain times during college, it would have meant something different. If I had heard it throughout the years as I've grown older...something different.

But I only just discovered it today. Two days after a monumental and emotional day in history that I was lucky enough to witness and be a part of. One about which I've been trying to put some words together in an attempt at describing how it's made me feel.

Ain't that somethin'.



They say that these are not the best of times
But they're the only times I've ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own

Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes
And I can only stand apart and sympathize
For we are always what our situations hand us
It's either sadness or euphoria

And so we'll argue and we'll compromise
And realize that nothing's ever changed
For all our mutual experience
Our separate conclusions are the same

Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
Our reason coexists with our insanity
And though we choose between reality and madness
It's either sadness or euphoria

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives
With our respective similarities
It's either sadness or euphoria

A crisis averted

This is what I'm doing this morning at work.

Palin as president

Yeah. Busy day.

Question fo the Day (catch-up)

Woah, it looks like Halloween was the last Question of the Day I answered. My bad.

NaNoWriMo starts today. Give us a one-sentence description of the novel you plan to write.

The novel I plan to write is a non-existent one full of no characters and even less storyline.

As the Northern hemisphere spins toward the shortest day of the year, it's getting dark earlier and earlier. What comforts do you fall back on when the days are short and the nights are long?

I've always been a cold weather girl. Fall, winter...they're my seasons. I feel most alive, I feel the happiest, and thanks to my ever present preference of the nighttime over the daytime, I quite like all the darkness that comes with this time of year and the same things that comfort me the rest of the year (family, friends, my city, my part in it, and so on and so forth) comfort me this time of year.

November is National Beard Month. Muttonchops, Van Dyke, goatee, soul patch, ZZ Zop-style - tell us about your own wild and wooly facial hair. Even better, post a picture.

What, only dudes use LiveJournal? I have no wild and wooly facial hair and like it that way. However, when it comes to facial hair on penis havers, I'm a big fan (especially of a little non-shaving stubble or a goatee...rawr!).

Now that the election is over, we can get to the important stuff. Why is there a light in the refrigerator but not in the freezer?

Isn't it because people are more likely to get up from sweet sleep and look for something (mainly a beverage, I would think) in the refrigerator than they are to look for something in the freezer? At least, that's what I've always thought the reasoning is there.

I'm such a big ol' ball of emotion today

Read this, please?

I Didn't Vote For Obama Today

Question of Election Day

It's hard to ignore the fact that today is Election Day in the U.S. If you went to the polls today, tell us what it was like. Long line? Free stickers? Hanging chads? We want the details.

I got up a little earlier than usual, got to my polling place around the corner at 5:50 (10 minutes before it oficially opened) and I was #24 in line. With 7 voting booths, things moved relatively quickly, I filled in my little arrows next to my candidates, hopped on the bus, and was early to work only by about 15 minutes or so. From what I hear around the office, we may be closing down early today anyway so that people can get the hell out of dodge before everyone and their sister comes to live it up (hopefully!) in Grant Park.

At that point, I'll head home, get comfy, and settle in for what I'm hoping will be the delightfully positive, feel good event of the year, involving take-out food, wine, blog reading, watching my two boyfriends cover the election, and copious amounts of texting my political junkie friends and family. Funsies!