Thursday, June 25, 2009
[doo dee do dee do...another gratuitous Maddow picture]
You're back? Good. I want us all to be on the same page. I wonder if this past week's "hiking" trip was on the taxpayer's Master Card too?
I remember a Rachel rant on AAR about disgraced politicians giving their tearful apology press conferences with their tight-lipped wives beside them. So yay for Mrs. Sanford for letting the sorry, hypocritical bastard stand out there alone with his arrogance hanging out of his pants.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I mention these things to you by way of explanation of my infrequent postings in the last week or so. I value very much the time any of you give to review my ramblings here, and do not want to become that link you don't click anymore because nothing new EVER happens there. Yes, I'm looking at you. You know who you are, you non-updating bloggers. It will get better in the next few days, as we become clearer about our path. So, I write to ask your patience. Thanks. I swear, I will be funny again, as God is my witness!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The aforementioned ass-kicking from J.H.
Oh my. Mr. Ana Marie Cox, Chris Lehmann, is a very lucky man.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Hand update: My doctor screeched, "Oh my God!" when she saw it, so...you know...much better.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Ok, so this isn't actually my very bad kitty, but it is a fair approximation of what happened last night. Just add teeth. Lots of teeth. If you will look to the right column, you will see my latest Twitter update. Further update: 24 hours later, my hand is the size of a birthday balloon, I have a fever, and I also have a dr's appointment tomorrow. I say all this as an explanation as to why, despite much that is newsworthy, I will be taking a break tonight, and maybe tomorrow night. Stupid cat. Probably paying me back for naming him "Senor Mr. Boy Kitty." On further consideration, I totally deserved it.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Here she is at her leisure, with her BFF, Nick The Opera Singer and some Rosie look alike with whom I am unfamiliar:
I am a dead woman. If this post is down tomorrow, you'll know why.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The men, a group of Chinese Muslims known as 'Uighurs,' had weapons training from the Taliban in camps in Afghanistan. They were picked up in Afghanistan and Pakistan after Sept. 11th, and have been at Guantanamo ever since. They are no longer considered 'enemy combatants,' because China, not the United States, was their enemy.This map however, really tells the story. Look at all those "'Stans" bordering Xinjiang: (you can click on the image to enlarge it)
I think I would rather live in Palau than Washington D.C., but then I'm a beachy kinda girl.
Update: Per Spencer Ackerman, a Maddow favorite, the Uigers, at least a significant number of the 17, are goin' to the shore.
Monday, June 8, 2009
PANTS STATUS: hot.
Umm, ahh, err...what? Oh, sorry. The article is good too.
Tonight, I may actually write a substantive post. And then again, maybe I won't.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
On tonight's show, she made a point of pronouncing it "conk." Coincidence? Yeah, probably.
Ok, people, I need more than one nomination for an "O Fortuna" replacement. Thanks Sabrina. Your nomination did indeed scare the shit out of me. Per Sabrina:
Thursday, June 4, 2009
At first I though "Tubular Bells," but now I'm leaning more toward "Ave Satani" because everything sounds scarier in Latin. Except for drunk college Latin students singing, "Gaudeamus Igitur."
Any other suggestions? Once I get a list of a few, I will post a poll. A silly, meaningless, fun poll.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I just saw the news about Dr. Tiller and am so profoundly saddened. I knew him professionally- he was a great friend of genetic counselors. And he was a kind and gentle man.
I have worked in reproductive health for almost a decade and I don't know a single person who is "pro-abortion." But most people do not understand or want to hear the heart-wrenching stories of the women who end up in abortion clinics. A great majority of women who sought out Dr. Tiller's services had planned and wanted pregnancies. About four or five months in, when they came to the doctor for the exciting ultrasound to find out the gender of the baby, they instead discovered that there was something wrong with the baby. Sometimes, terribly unfixably wrong. I know this because I'm someone who had to tell women this news. There is nothing like the anguished cries of a mother when she hears that the baby growing and moving inside her will be severely deformed, profoundly disabled or simply will not survive life after birth. For some women, the idea of carrying a baby for another four or five months just to watch that baby die seems unbearable. To be visibly pregnant and face strangers' questions, feel that life moving inside, all the while dreading the inevitable end. Maybe it's easy to think we know how we would react in that situation but I'm not sure...
My friend is a woman of deep Christian faith. Unlike me, she is not given to rants, and her opinions are carefully considered. I am very appreciative of your insight here, my friend.
Also, I have worked as a volunteer for the pro-choice movement, and never, not once, did I hear anyone advocating violence toward anyone of the anti-choice groups, despite their awful efforts to intimidate.