Epicaricacy and the Republican homophobia machine

Yet another right winger caught soliciting for gay sex: Larry Craig of Idaho.

My god, people. The future's so bright, I gotta wear schadenfreude.


But I simply don't get it. Is every Republican gay? Are they the counters to anyone who thought being gay brought with it inevitable fabulousness?

It's just so very strange.

I feel like I'm living in a movie. A bad movie. With subtitles. Because bad dialogue is so much worse when you have to read it.

You know you're coming off as pretty pathetic when...

People keep offering you money.

Apparently, I complain too much.

Apparently, I would make an excellent panhandler!

Gah

So a new week starts, and it's just as bad as the last one.

If anyone wants to try out a new undetectable poison, I'm your volunteer.

Screwed again

Steve's doctor wants to put him on Byetta, a diabetes drug.

Steve's insurance company won't pay for it.

Steve's wife is having a really bad week.

Curse you, New Jersey!

Steve and I had been planning to go to a tomato tasting event in New Jersey next week. We were going to take copious notes and plan next year's garden.

It's been canceled.

Hot diggity damn, I'm disappointed. Now what state can we descend upon in all of our dysfunctional glory?

Now I remember why we call her Dickens

She's a stripy, squeaky terror!

She feels much better, and is therefore taking it out on all the other cats. Not maliciously, mind you, but with a sort of body-slamming glee that only a quadruped can manage.

I swear, that cat grins at me.

And now that I think about it, her resemblance to a certain cat of Cheshire isn't just superficial.

I feel like Lucy Pevensee

Like I'm going to pop out of a wardrobe after being gone for a long time, shouting "I'm back! I'm back!" only to discover that no one missed me.

Give me your tired, your poor, your people with a sore neck

We went out to look at the Perseids last night and... didn't see much.

About a dozen in total over about an hour. The fog was as thick as peanut butter, says my internalized Yukon Cornelius.

The sky would be so much easier to look at if it weren't so high.

Way neat poetry journal

Check out la fovea. The editors invite poets to submit work, then those poets invite poets who invite poets.

Neat.

The eyeball pictures freak me out, but that's fairly easy to do.

Harry Potter again

Steve and I saw "Order of the Phoenix" last night for the second time. The first time was before book 7 came out.

The movie seems very different to me now that I know how the whole story ends. Better. Sadder.

Some of the film's choices won't be perfect for future films, but that was a crapshoot anyway.

I'm feeling very melancholy about the whole thing. I think I need something to obsess over.

Dickens has asthma

Dickens has been diagnosed with asthma. From what I can tell, asthma is hard to diagnose, being rather what's left after other things are ruled out.

I have a whole pamphlet on feline asthma, now.

I'm hoping the biggest expenditures are over. If not, lock your doors lest we sell our house and move in with you.

I'm a joiner! What can I say?

The same day I quit Facebook, I join Goodreads.

Checkout my reading list on Goodreads - where you can see what your friends are reading.

Ditching facebook

If I'm on your friend list on facebook, please don't take my disappearance as reflecting on you personally. I just can't understand the appeal of the site, so I'm bailing out.

I'm getting old. I can't get the newfangled stuff. You kids with your loud music and your hippity hoppity and get off my lawn! *shakes cane*

Chef Boyardee is trying to kill me

How is it possible to ruin a little tub of macaroni and cheese?

For an inexplicable reason, I decided to break my fast with mac and cheese. Microwaved mac and cheese.

It was loathsome.

And I'm no food snob. I've been accused of having no taste at all, so it can't be that.

And I'm also a child of children of the depression, so I've learned that the greatest sin after wearing white before Memorial Day is throwing food away. Starving orphans!

A starving orphan would smack me in the head if I donated this stuff.

You wanna do WHAT?

Dickens keeps looking at us like this since we keep stuffing her in a crate and dragging her to the vet.

Everyone at the vet's office kept saying how cute she is. I then told them how her favorite way to wake people up is by headbutting them in the face. They quickly decided that she's cute, but not that cute.

Dammit, Dickens!

Well, Dickens (the cat) might have asthma, cancer, heartworm, or any number of infections.

But her trachea should be sparkling, since she just had it washed.

I feel a strong urge to cough, like Bill the Cat.

I'm not gay, I'm a racist!

Oh, read this at your own risk.

I rolled my eyes so hard, and then the laughter was like ab exercise.

I think I sprained something.

Recipes needed

If you have any recipes that are blander than bland to help out a blogger in need (me!) I'd be grateful.

My GI tract is staging a rebellion. It ain't pretty, but war never is, pardner.

What in the hell is this woman doing?

This is the freakiest thing I've seen in years.

I just... someone hold me.


Edited to add: Wait. This might be the champion freaky thing. She looks like Lucille Ball! My god.

Neat poetry challenge

Rob over at Surroundings is taking a Guardian Workshop idea (of writing a poem using a first line from a WS Graham poem) and turned it into a more extensive challenge.

Check it out.

I'm going to try to do it, too, but my brain is a pudding so don't expect much.

My veterinarian has to love me

I'm beginning to think that 25% of the GCP (gross Carter product) goes to my vet.

Today, I need to make another appointment for Dickens, who is acting even funnier than normal.

Daggone it, you stupid beasts. How am I supposed to keep you in kibble if you keep running up credit card debt?