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Category Archives: Pondering
Pondering: Zombama
My brother Daniel (Elder Barry) is fond of saying that the only good politician is a dead one. I tend to concur. However, I’m becoming more and more impressed with our current president, which leads me to wonder: Zombie Obama?
Obama’s speech on HealthCare was phenomenal. It gave me thrills to hear the leader of our nation addressing the issues in such an incisive and lucid manner. (For those who haven’t yet, you can watch it here). I (briefly) had high hopes of actually devoting an entire, thoughtful blog to this, but given my current state-of-being (exhausted) I think I’d rather not. Suffice to say that although Obama’s promised Health Care plan was NOT one of the reasons why I voted for him (and was, in fact, one thing which gave me pause when I finally did choose to vote for him, because OMFG! RED SCARE!), yesterday’s speech removed all but a few of my doubts and fears on the issue. I am cautiously optimistic about the future of health care in America. I believe we’re moving, slowly, in the right direction.
If only he’d stop ending speeches with “God Bless America”. I mean, I know you have to appease the masses, Mr. President, but really? Whose god? WHAT god? I’d rather he ended speeches with, “Live long and prosper”. Doesn’t that seem more befitting to a nation whose only true gods, through thick and thin, have been Health and Wealth? Okay, enough ranting.
On that note, tomorrow is Friday. Thank God.
Pondering: Nipples, Pt. 2
Note: I know I said here that I wouldn’t talk about my nipples, but I really don’t have anything better to talk about.
Monday morning, I slept in until the last possible moment before I HAD to leave for work, threw my work clothes on in the dark (because Karissa had spent the weekend with me, and was still asleep). Two and a half hours into the work day, I realised that my black bra was clearly visible under my white work shirt. Thankfully, the day was cool enough that I could justify wearing a jacket for the remainder of the day.
Tuesday morning, I swore to myself that the bra catastrophe would not happen again, so I chose a pale pink bra that would not show. Four hours into the work day, I took a bathroom break, and noticed my reflection in the mirror. Two eyes and two very cheerful nipples stared back at me. I tried all my known nipple-disappearing remedies. None worked. Finally, I had to resign myself to going back to work, and hope that everyone would look me in the eyes.
On the TV show F.R.I.E.N.D.S., the girls are always wearing shirts that show their nipples. In fact, I believe they had specially constructed bras with false nipples sown on so that it would give the impression of perpetual nippleage. I don’t know why it was considered so desirable. Thoughts?
Pondering: Ten Things I Hate About You
It’s my blog and I’ll rant if I want to.
(Also, I’ll make as many references to teeny-bopper chick flicks and overplayed sixties anthems as I damn well please).
1. I hate the way you click your teeth against your spoon when you eat, and that you slurp. While you’re thinking cheery soup-eating thoughts, I’m fantasizing about tossing your body into a river.
2. I hate that you say “What?” after EVERY DAMN THING I SAY. I already said it once, and you’re not worth my time to repeat it, so stop fucking asking.
3. I hate that when you’re with your friends, and a mentally retarded person joins your group, the average IQ of the group is actually raised.
4. I hate the way you make me feel completely worthless.
5. I hate that you sing The Star-Spangled banner loudly and off-key. I find you unpatriotic and offensive. Why don’t you just go have a baby with a member of Al-Qaeda while you’re at it?
6. I hate your hair.
7. I hate your indecisiveness. We can’t BOTH be indecisive, and I’m unilaterally deciding that you will be the decisive one. Unless (or until) I disagree with your decision, of course.
8. I hate that you don’t care about me.
9. I hate that I still love you anyway.
10. I hate that you’re so vain, you probably think this blog is about you.
Don’t take it personally. Unless you really want to, then, by all means, be my guest.
Pondering: Polyfelinophilia
This is a quick recap of the last few days:
Tuesday morning: sick.
Tuesday evening: crying because I was sick.
Wednesday morning/afternoon: god-awful headache from all the crying.
Wednesday evening: crying because of the awful headache from the crying.
Tonight, my aunt and uncle asked me where I’d been the past few days, and I very briefly explained my illness, and made a passing reference to my depression, noting that while I love my cat dearly, human interaction is definitely a necessity. My uncle, a doctor, concurred, and remarked that he has coined a phrase to describe the “Cat Lady” syndrome: Polyfelinophilia.
I’m a little concerned that I’m on my way to becoming a Polyfelinophile, but thankfully I have this handy new medical term to diagnose my crazy.
