Plum tuckered

I’m sore all over, but in a good way. First, some good yoga workouts revealed heretofore uncharted muscles on mah body. Then Curt, Paula and I went to Magic Mountain on Saturday. My innards still protesteth a bit after being mixed about, and we all learned a valuable lesson about riding wooden rollercoasters backwards (i.e. DON’T DO IT), but it was an awesome time and I can’t wait until we go back, whee! Hard to believe, eh? I actually like the damn things. It’s just so easy to forget when I’m staring 250 feet up and watching people scream on the way down…

So, last night I picked up the glass of water I kept on my night stand to keep George (who was weaving between some books nearby) from knocking it over with her paw. Shortly afterwards I fell asleep, only to gasp myself awake by pouring it all over my own chest. Curt thought I’d had a nightmare and started saying, “It’s okay, it’s not real, it’s not real!” over and over, until he realized what had really happened. I lay a towel down where the water was, arranged myself perpendicularly at the bottom of the bed, and later on heard George knocking the now-empty glass off the night stand, harmlessly onto the floor. :P

Happy Monday!

*sniff*

They lost. :( I’m a little sad for me, and more sad for them. I have no commentary to make. I just look forward to next season, and another 150+ games of baseball goodness. Curt says we will now move on to hockey, but I suspect my heart is already given away for the year. Goodbye, darling Dodgers! I’ll be looking forward to seeing you in the spring. :)

I hate my cat

I have no idea what she was doing this morning, but it woke me the heck up at 5:50. So here I am, taking a politics test I from OK Cupid, which I found on someone’s blog. The test is rating me on how socially and economically liberal or conservative I am. The choices are strongly disagree, disagree, agree, strongly agree. One of the questions? “Most people are too stupid to know what’s best for them.”

Heh. Here are my results:


Social Liberal
(61% permissive)

and an…

Economic Conservative
(61% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Centrist



Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid

“UP AND AT THEM!”

Dude, the Phillies are dirty. Since I was listening to the game and not watching it, I hadn’t realized that Myers threw behind Manny in Game 2. Nor had I realized that having that happen, Chadley hadn’t retaliated. I didn’t even realize that happened in baseball! It’s such a silly man thing to do, but damned if I don’t get my blood boiling to see it happen. Twice tonight, they have gunned at Russell Martin, once hitting him in the knee, and the second time right around the head.

And then Hiroki Kuroda sent one towards Victorino’s head, and I felt proud of my slant-eyed brother. You don’t come to our house and pull that shit, bitch! How are you going to throw at people, and then get all butt-hurt when you get some back? Take it like men, you pansies! I tell you, I’d be damned ashamed to be a Phillies fan, whining about that shit after what they pulled.

And then the bench emptied, and Manny was howling at someone across the line, and had to be held back by some teammates. They were about to go to break, and even the announcer had to call a hold to watch the benches empty!

It was awesome. All the passion and vitriol of hockey, but with more skin. Sexy!

I realize now I was sacrificing red vines to the wrong goddess. We don’t just want victory, we want revenge. UP AND AT THEM!

The Saturday Weigh-Down

This is the first of weekly entries that I’m going to do to chronicle my effort towards getting to a healthy weight. And eventual world domination! MWAHAHA!

Well, anyway: it appears the bathroom scale is a little off kilter (it starts at around 4-5 pounds), so I actually weighed about 183 last time I weighed myself. I get this new data from the Wii Fit, which I will choose to trust since it cost more than $5.00 at Target. Sometimes frugality gets you a piece of crap.

Wii Fit says people’s weights fluctuate approximately two pounds during the day. First weigh-in came after dinner, when I was nice and fat from yummy foods. This last weight was taken an hour or so after breakfast. I’ll start weighing myself before breakfast from now on, just to keep a steady record. Anyway, here’s the chart. I’m off!

In response to McCain being booed

I preface this by saying that I am not, nor have I ever been, a member of the Democratic party. I’m simply a woman, calling it like I see it.

Common decency, is, apparently, not a trait some Americans want in a presidential candidate. I am not condoning the deplorable (and, in all honesty, just plain stupid) tactics McCain/Palin are using to try to garner votes. Not only are they pathetic (if you must lose, why not be graceful about it?), but they’re downright insulting. Who is dumb enough to fall for these ploys?

Enough people, apparently.

I can’t tell if McCain/Palin are just doing the Hail Mary Good Cop/Bad Cop routine on the country, or if, when challenged, McCain actually meant what he said about believing Obama to be a decent, family man. If he meant it, I applaud him for putting character and decency above his political ambition. It is rare enough to see, especially when you are behind, so close to the end of a very long race.

If he didn’t, and it was just another lame attempt to give the appearance of having character, I do not have the words to convey how pitiful it is. I hope it is the former, rather than the latter.

But, if I were John McCain, at this point of the race, staring out at these people who, like Salem witchhunters, actually shout things like, “traitor” and “terrorist”, and “off with his head”, I would be having second thoughts. I am no great bastion of morality, nor do I have an outstanding character. But if I were John McCain, I would feel at least an inkling of discomfort that my campaign were devolving into a witch-hunt. I would be thinking, “I don’t care if they vote for me seven ways to Sunday, these people are not the people I want to decide who becomes the next US President.”

October dreams of a non-baseball variety

I was telling Ai the other day that I find the Voter Pamphlet they provide us with to be exceedingly dense and complicated. The booklet says one thing, and that is all very good, but distrust anything that has to do with politics; surely, as always, there is some trick to this book that is beyond me, that I am not informed enough to winkle out. For instance, if I vote for money for the hospitals, what is it really being used for? What it says? If the proponents say one thing, and the opponents say another, who is telling the truth? These things bother me. I feel my vote will be perverted by ulterior motives that I have no control over. I feel like politicians are always lying to me. I feel like Charlie Brown, running for that damned football.

In my opinion, news media is either:

1) Too politically polarized to give a clear picture of what is going on; or
2) Too stupid to understand and report accurately what is going on.

I spent part of my birthday combing through the Current Events magazine offerings at the local Barnes and Noble to see if I could find one that would suit my purpose. They are all slanted in one way or another. How is it possible? I guess I’m kind of naive. You would think, with everything going on in the world, with all the troubles, that people would find a more constructive path to channel their need than to be boorish, one-sided, close-minded.

I ended up buying a book by Jessamyn Conrad, called What you should know about politics, but don’t. It was published a couple months ago, and, while it may not be the most sophisticated book in the world, I really like it for a political primer on current issues. She claims to be nonpartisan; a critic on Amazon.com dishes her a little bit for being slightly leftist, which is okay, since she still manages not to lambaste either side too vehemently over the other (which always puts me on my guard, especially when someone or something is claiming to be ‘non-partisan’).

I just finished the chapter on Foreign Policy, and it’s like all the pieces of news I’ve read over the past ten years are suddenly falling into place. And it’s terrifying, and worse – just so goddamned sad I have no idea what to say. So much waste of life. So much mindless, needless waste. Nothing has ever made me feel as inept as I feel right now, aware of the enormity of the pain, hate, and greed in the world that has caused this, and me – even a gaggle of me-s – being powerless to help it.

I hope that whoever becomes president next is up to the task before him. I hope he uses the power of the presidency to do some good in the world, that he is better than the processes which placed him in office. I hope he will hold his duty above his own self-interest, and the interests of the greedy, despicable powers that be. We need to stop fighting amongst ourselves and gathering behind meaningless, empty banners. We need a little good. In fact, we need a hell of a lot of it.

Here’s to hoping.

And accordingly, I no longer wish hell and damnation down on the person who stole my license plate. I cannot help but be a little annoyed at your dumbassness, but you are a little fish in a big ocean full of wrong, and my being angry only tips the scale the wrong way. And so, you are forgiven. (But still a dumbass.)