Big thanks to Lillie for pointing this one out!
Happy Late 4th brought to you by the muppets
Posted on July 6, 2008 @ 9:49 am
Happy late 4th
Posted on July 5, 2008 @ 10:13 am
Missed posting yesterday as I was off at a wedding but I’d like to share this with all y’all.
Big thanks to the work mate that forwarded it to me. . .
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I’m Voting Republican
Posted on June 17, 2008 @ 5:16 pm
Baa-baa-baa-baa—baa-baa-ba-baaaaaa*
Posted on June 15, 2008 @ 9:22 am
Stuart is coming home from San Francisco today and I need to pick up the flat for him. It’s just a bit cluttered with laundry hanging up and I was cleaning up my closet yesterday getting depressed about the fact I don’t fit in 95% of the clothing I own.
It’s beautiful today.Sunny. Clear. Feels like Spring in Los Angeles.
I made coffee and settled down at the computer before the mad dash to pick up the house.
Something was missing. I needed something.
Then I knew.
In LA the background noise when I woke up was National Public Radio. It was a huge part of my life. I listened as I got ready for work. I listened in the car. I was one of those people when I got pulled into a story would sit in the garage waiting for it to end, even if it meant being late. I gave lots of cash to my stations as well supporting KCRW and KPCC. I went to events watching Prairie Home Companion and Wait Wait. . . Don’t Tell Me being taped.
I realize this makes me terribly middle classed.
Bite me.
I put on the stream.Who says I can’t listen to Talk To the Nation Science Friday on a Sunday?
Happy now. And Stuart will be home soon.
While living the good life…
Posted on May 11, 2008 @ 4:17 pm
If all of your rants about Congress and politics. If things really are bad. As bad as you say they are? When thousands of American troops are dead- and more dying. Probably as we speak. You tell me? How can we enjoy the good life?
Rome is burning son!
And the problem is not with the people that started this. They’re past irredeemable. The problem is with us. All of us- who do nothing. Who just fiddle. Who try to manoeuvre around the edges of the flame. And I’ll tell you something. There are people out that door today, all over the world that are fighting to make things better.
Robert Redford in Lions for Lambs
I watched Lions for Lambs on the plane over and this speech affected me so much I took the time to fight with the entertainment system to transcribe it.
After we checked into the hotel, Mark and I took the Metro into DC and walked around the mall. The last time I had been in DC I was a 16 year old puppy. Being there as a 37 year old woman seeing all the young things that were zygotes when I was their age, I had a fresh appreciation of how annoying I must have been.
It was a beautiful day. Bright, warm. All the usual clichés.
We walked past the Washington monument, the WWII memorial up to the Lincoln memorial and then stumbled on the Vietnam memorial. It starts out so small when the US ‘officially’ became involved in Vietnam in 1955, then the granite full of names tower over you until Saigon fell in 1975. So many names.
The granite reflects your face back at you.
In the DC airport there was a shop called ‘America’ with cheap jingoistic tchotchkes and cardboard cut-outs of McCain and Obama being used to sell tee shirts.
People can wear a tee shirt and say, “This is who I am. This is what I stand for.” They can buy a tee shirt that was probably made in a sweatshop and they can walk away and think that means something.
I protested the war before it started, walking down the street holding a sign. A big sign that said, “This is who I am. This is what I stand for.” But I haven’t done anything. I haven’t done anything real.
What might happen if we all stood up today and did something? If we took action that said, “This is who I am. This is what I stand for.”
What terrifies me is how many people would just shrug. And that I would be one of them.
Jimmy strikes back
Posted on February 26, 2008 @ 5:39 pm
Big thanks to Jolie for telling me about this:
Bless His Little Cotton Socks
Posted on February 14, 2008 @ 5:44 pm
When Stuart was in San Francisco last week, his friend that he was staying with asked him he he wanted to go watch the Superbowl.
“Sure!” Stuart said.
So off they went to a house party. After a few minutes there, Stuart asked when they would be going to the Superbowl. . .
He thought that they had tickets to the actual game.
When he told me, I couldn’t stop from laughing.
He wasn’t amused by my reaction. “They took the piss out of me the whole day.”
“Well no wonder Stuart. The game wasn’t even IN San Francisco!”
“How I am I to know that?”
“And the tickets are crazy expensive. Having tickets to the Superbowl is like saying you have tickets to the finals of the World Cup.”
“Pppttttthhhhhhh. . .”
“I know you know you’re an idiot when you resort to the ‘ppthh’ defense.”
“Shut it Thomas!”
Kittens, raccoons and condoms in the goodie basket
Posted on February 12, 2008 @ 2:15 pm
I’m here for a work conference. Arrived last night from the airport, sniffling, sneezing, coughing up my lungs, sporting a croaky voice and a red Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer nose. I made a lot of friends on the plane with my wheezing as you can imagine. I was as much fun as a shrieking 15 month old baby.
You walk in the door at Alderbrook and it looks like a ski lodge. Big open beam room with a fireplace and there are two kittens playing. Kittens! One was white with ginger spots and the other was white with grey spots and they both don’t have a tail so they looked like little bunnies running after the toy over the tile. Their names? Alder and Brook. One of the managers in my Department who has a reputation for being very type A but has cats with her husband was gleefully playing with them. There are two types of people. People like me that say “Kittens!” and get all gooey and people that say “Kittens” and start plotting how they can turn them into a pair of gloves and ear muffs.
Walk in my room and I am certain I will not want to leave. It’s in the main part of the resort and the tub is big enough for four people to have an orgy. The balcony has a view of the water. I have a reading bench sitting thingy under the window. There is a kettle and a french press for making coffee. A few years in the UK and a kettle is the sign of civilization for me. . .
The goodie basket is very posh. Gummy bears in a little glass bear jar and tucked between the Pringles and the chocolate covered cherries an ‘Intimacy Kit’ which includes: 2 prophylactics, 1 package lubricating jelly and 2 obstetrical towelettes- A touch which is thoughtful and yet disconcerting all at once.
Other people are in cabins that have kitchens and fireplaces. Met my colleagues in one cabin that they have dubbed ‘Dirty Sally’. (I have a feeling the next few days are going to be rather Roman in excess.) I thought the plan was to go have dinner but they didn’t want to eat in the restaurant with the managers (they had a session here earlier today) so since I was hanging out with the people that have organized this little event, we ended up eating the left over appetizers the managers hadn’t polished off. And a few glasses of vino.
Someone put a plate outside and I didn’t have the energy to tell them that wasn’t the smartest thing to do given we are out in nature and the big ass raccoon that showed up and polished off the rest of the Caesar salad did provide entertainment.
I hung on until 9:30 PST (5:30 GMT) took a bath in my gineourmous tub and fell fast, fast asleep until 4:00 PST. . .I’ll be hurting tonight, but perhaps this will protect me from howling at the moon because everyone is telling me this event can get a bit wild.
My job sometimes feels like I am in a University party school. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing given my genetic inclination toward alcoholism but it does make it easier to put up with the work bullshit.
I am already plotting my detox when I get back home to London.
Holding On To Hope
Posted on February 9, 2008 @ 11:07 am
How horrible. Article in the NY Times about the mother’s of brain injured soldiers pushing for proper care.
Taking the piss out of your boyfriend on National TV
Posted on February 8, 2008 @ 12:29 am
There are so many levels as to why this is fucking hysterical- but if you don’t know them. . . just hearing the simple bit of Sarah Silverman sing about how she is fucking Matt Damon will be quite enough.
Brilliance.
Ms. Silverman is one of those women I love to be friends with but she would be way too smart and would probably embarrass me.
