People like to go on and on about the “liberal media” and I’m just like, “excuse me?” The “liberal media” that crucified Hillary Clinton? The “liberal media” that couldn’t shut up about (non-existent) Iraqi weapons of mass destruction in 2003? The “liberal media” that gives moronic goons like Rush Limbaugh and G. Gordon Liddy and Bill O’Reilly the platform with which to spread their destructive ideas and patently false lies around America?
So I’m a little biased… who isn’t? (more…)
I have some pretty strong feelings about men’s clothing. Tank tops? Never, ever, ever, ever, ever ok. If you are actually in the act of playing a sport, fine. Otherwise, no. It’s disgusting. Don’t do it.
And as for man cleavage, I find it vile. There is no excuse for it. Unless I am at the beach, I should never, ever have to see the chest hair (or waxed chest) of a man that I’m not romantically involved with. I’m talking to you, Tom Ford. (more…)
I decided to set up a little playpen on my desk so that Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle could keep me company while I laugh for hours at FailBlog write the Great American Novel. The problem is that Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle is an escape artist. That’s why the top of her lookout bubble is taped down. And why the playpen is now useless.
She’s fine, by the way. Hamsters are made out of rubber, dontcha know?
Remember how I went on and on about how much I love America? Um… I don’t know how to put this delicately… I’m having an affair with New Zealand.
Aren’t they the cutest? Please tell me the whole country is like that. Please. Only with proper clothes.
It’s the Fourth of July, and I have a headcold. There will be no picnics and no firecrackers for me. We wanted to go camping this weekend (I like camping, hate hiking– go figure) but Kurt is working feverishly to finish a project, and I would have been no fun anyway. Let’s just say that I have a real history of ruining outdoor family activities if I am even the tiniest bit uncomfortable.
Yesterday as I was driving to work, NPR had its various radio hosts reading the Declaration of Independence, and I have to admit, I got a little choked up. I may be intensely critical of the United States and its many shortcomings and failings, but hey, I’m from here. This is where I grew up. It will always be a part of me. I can love it fiercely and criticize it fiercely, right?
So in honor of Independence Day, I am making a list of a few of the things I love about America.
If I were the type to buy presents and mail them to people, I’d get this magnet for you, Julianne.
But you see, I’m the type to buy presents for people and then have a panic attack at the very thought of setting foot into a post office. So I guess you’ll have to get it for yourself.
And for my peeps in general, if you haven’t yet discovered Anne Taintor, now you have. Don’t say I never did anything for you.