Linkage….
:: Oh Syfy, where would I be without your crappy movies about homes made of bones? Where would I be if you didn’t start all movies about haunted houses with some kid being forced to climb over a vine tangled iron fence to retrieve his Babe Ruth baseball before getting mangled by some evil house? THAT is just good writing, bitches. I see nothing wrong with going inside the door that the evil house has so generously opened for you. Nothing ever bad ever happens then, right? (One of my favorite blog finds in quite a while. This fellow produces an astonishing amount of content on a daily basis. He makes me look as though I have blogstipation. Yes, I just made that word up.)
:: I have long considered Caitlin Flanagan the most flagrantly stupid woman in print.
A rich woman who lives in one of Los Angeles’ most pretentious neighborhoods with a staff of many, yet has the blazing nerve to tell less well-off working wives that they ought to stay home with their kids, Flanagan is the Phyllis Schlafly of the Late Boomer set. She writes about domestic subjects in a reactionary rage so extreme that it often seems self-wounding. If the more politically correct moms in Flanagan’s neighborhood decided it was healthy for kids to be raised with pets, Flanagan would slaughter puppies on her front lawn just to prove them wrong.
:: I’ve been fuming for several days now, thinking I wanted to write a nice, long, expletive-filled, no-holds-barred rant about recent political developments. About cowardly, disarrayed Democrats who don’t have the conviction of their own ideals, and about a President I still basically like and respect, but who really needs to get it through his head that the other side ain’t going to play nice with him, like ever, and it’s time he drops the “cool and aloof” thing and actually leads his frickin’ party. A party that I continue to vote for because I really have no other choice — it’s not like a third-party candidate has a chance in hell of getting a national seat; Mr. Nader, I’m still pissed at you! — but which continually lets me down and embarrasses me. (Tell me about it. F*** the Republicans, f*** the David Broders of the world who wet themselves if something gets passed with zero Republican votes, and f*** the United States Senate which set this situation up by taking their sweet time because of their stupid traditions. Pass the damn bill. Now.)
All for this week.
Thanks for the link! I always meant to tell the story of meeting Earl Warren, but I never had a contextual reason until now. Well, except for showing off – I met the CJ!
And I thank you for the shout-out, as well.
I'll have you know, I have cooked again since posting that! I baked, actually — I made those peanut butter cookies with the Hershey's Kiss on top. Got the recipe off the Kiss bag.
Pair them with a cold glass of milk and you've got yourself one amazingly fantastic snack. Although not at all healthy.
Sorry to read about the broccoli aversion. If it extends to cabbage, brussels sprouts, kale, etc. its probably genetic, so don't waste time trying to get over it, you won't.
However, instead of fashion, try thinking of design. Like any other medium, fabric can be used to create art given sufficient technique and inspiration.