Here's my Palin theory, because actually taking this seriously is unfathomable.
Shortly after her nomination and all the subsequent disastrous interviews, the Republican Party decided that she was dead in the water so they might as well take advantage of it. Armed only with her gender and folksy charm, she will sling all the mud they need a'slinging. Then! Right before the election, due to her obvious ineptitude, she is replaced by someone whose past evil deeds and incompetence are buried too deep to be discovered until after they are elected. (Let's say Huckabee. A Palin with a penis?)
What makes me really angry? As a country...are we seriously saying she is the best female we have to offer? Whether or not she truly embodies all the tired and distasteful feminine stereotypes she exhibits (Please God, let's hope not), she has yet to do anything to show us different. Isn't the not-quite-dumb-girl-playing-dumb-to-get-what-she-wants the oldest one in the book?
Also, I couldn't care less if her job as VP would interfere with her parenting. That's her business, and it's sexist to even ask the question...until we ask it of men, as well. Ultimately, each of us are going to screw up our kids in our own unique way with our various life decisions, it's the country we are leaving them that we should be concerned about.
Yellow Carded – My Boy plays in an Under 12 soccer league.Yesterday, he got his first yellow card.It wasn’t just his first yellow card…it was the first time I had seen ANY child EVER yellow carded.I don’t think he was the first ever…just the first that I or any of his teammates or anyone associated with his team had ever seen carded.He was just trying to score a goal and playing aggressively, which is what a striker should be doing.Nobody was hurt, nobody was traumatized, or scarred for life…so, I guess this isn’t really a rant.I’m actually pretty proud.
Powerball – I spent Sunday at the Tulsa Zoo with gclark and My Boy.A good time was had by all, perhaps such a good time that for a moment I forgot my damnable luck and decided I needed a few Oklahoma Lottery tickets.Needless to say, I didn’t win jack.I even hurried home today to check my Powerball numbers...as if.I NEVER win anything, ever…it’s just a given at this point.Once I won a “stereo component,” it was a door prize that some radio station was giving away at a concert in Little Rock.Marisa may remember this; we reacted as if it was the Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstake.It was right after my divorce and I thought maybe my luck was changing.But…it being a “stereo component,” to get it to actually work would have required an additional investment which I was unwilling to make (which, turns out, was exactly the same as my married luck).So, basically, I’m bitter that I didn’t win the Powerball or at least another scratch card or something.The fact that Arkansas insists on giving all of its gambler’s money to Oklahoma or Missouri or Mississippi or Louisiana schools makes it suck just that much harder.
Chinese Milk – I’m sorry, but when cheap unethical bastards add a chemical to a food product which causes serious illness and gives little babies kidney stones…it’s not “contaminated” milk or “tainted” milk…it’s called poisoned milk.Whether Capitalist or Communist, there’s a special place in hell for people like that.
Bail Out – Close examination of the position we find ourselves in now tells you all you need to know about the leadership we have had for the past several years (you know…just in case you slept through the war, Katrina, etc.).Is it torch and pitchfork time yet?
McCain/Palin – They say that the Republican Party is so successful because they have managed to craft their base from two large sectors of the American public…the extremely wealthy and fabulously stupid.Apparently, this ticket is their ignorich hybrid, designed to maximize their appeal with both groups.Throw in the racists and I’m afraid they have once again got a winning formula.I’m scared…and not at all proud of what we are becoming.
Ok, so I haven't been around here much lately...but this is important. A really great guy (and a Chelsea fan) was killed in the L.A. train collision on September 12, 2008. I had the pleasure of meeting Roger Spacey only once, but I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation which involved two of my favorite topics...Jose Mourinho and pie-in-the-skying about opening a soccer pub in Northwest Arkansas. He is certainly missed by his family, his many friends, and all those that knew him; I regret being denied the opportunity to visit with him some more at Lucky Baldwin's.
Left to Right: Roger Spacey, Baker, and me. May 13, 2006 FA Cup Final Half-time at Lucky Baldwin's in Pasadena, CA.
gclark and I watched the game delayed, after a day of much anticipation and considerable anxiety on my part.The only inklings I had about the game seemed to indicate that we were going to have to endure penalty kicks, so I was considerably worked up by game time.I sure didn’t have a good feeling about it and I guess it’s nothing but masochism that makes me watch with our resident Chelsea-hater. You can bet he was warned, though.If at any point the Gooner felt the need to be smug, he was cautioned to ponder how his team went Arse up and didn’t even manage to stay in contention for ANYTHING after such a fabulous start to the season. Yeah, I talked entirely too much smack; even threatened bodily harm if Chelsea lost, the likes of which could be compared to a Scotsman without his Big Screen. I feel bad about it, and much like the Scots…I blame the bourbon.
My hopelessness was not unfounded.What the hell was that with Drogba’s (deserved) red card?What was he thinking bitch-slappin’ folks like there was a four-day vacation riding on it?I’ve defended and sympathized with Drogba time and time again, mostly because he may be the only person on the planet with a bigger crush on Jose than me…but damn, I was embarrassed for him.What a way to go out.
Poor, poor John Terry. I don’t care who you are or what you think about him, you couldn’t help but feel simply awful about him missing the game winning PK because he SLIPPED!That is stuff of which nightmares are made.I hope he was able to drink himself into oblivion last night and put it behind him this morning.
There were a few highlights from the game.I was absolutely thrilled that the first half was commentated by Clarence Seedorf.How awesome is that?I’ll tell ya, the kind of awesomeness that could only be matched by Cristiano Ronaldo making a complete ass of himself during his penalty kick…and not in a sympathetic way like JT, but in a way that he fully deserved. And I can’t help but be pleased for and proud of Scholes and Giggs, even if all that was somewhat under my radar in the midst of my own angst.
I gotta say…the worst part of last night’s game was the nagging thought in the back of my mind that I was witnessing the end of an era, the end of the only Chelsea I have ever known.There is a damn good chance that many on the team will spend Thursday getting their shit together to go elsewhere next season.We can only hope they will all soon be reunited again with Jose in that big football league in the sky, Serie A.My preference? AC Milan.
Oh, and happy belated birthday, KFB.Hope you had a good one, in spite of it all.I feel your pain.
1) Pick up the nearest book. 2) Open to page 123. 3) Locate the fifth sentence. 4) Post the next three sentences on your blog and in so doing… 5) Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
Here's mine:
"He does for I heard him do it. We cut a parcel of crazy pilgrims down off the Llano and the old man in the lead of them he spoke right up in dutch like we were all of us in dutchland and the judge give him right back. Glanton come near fallin off his horse."
From Blood Meridian, or The Evening Redness in the West by Cormac McCarthy. Consider yourselves lucky, you had a 9 out of 10 chance of getting a passage about scalping, bloody human body parts, dried human body parts, or viscera of some sort. He’s fond of the viscera.
Me and a buncha other MyFootballClub.co.uk members are reading Blood Meridian in our “MyBookClub.” You may ask yourself...isn't there anything I can't nerd-up? No, no there isn't.
Gclark is the responsible party. He says he didn't formally tag anyone, but he's a liar, don't believe him. I'm really not going to tag anyone...because all my friends are illiterate.
Tonite's the nite! Can you believe it's Sonic Youth's first time to perform in Arkansas? Hard to imagine, ain't it? They will be playing at the Dickson Street Music Festival/Springfest tonight. As Pitchfork pointed out, it is a rather...uhm, eclectic lineup. Little sumptin sumptin for everyone, I suppose. I'll probably just head on over to George's afterwards, catch a little Blind Melon, and pretend like it is still the 90s.
These are some really cool photos of Fayetteville by Steve Moore. This area is growing so rapidly, it's good to see that someone is documenting the development.
1. Yesterday, I saw jonquils coming up in one of the flowerbeds down by the Square! I was so excited...I mean a visceral, spring-feverish, type excited...even before my brain had fully processed what it was I was seeing. I'm just gonna hold on to the thought that spring is right around the corner.
2. Why do people get louder when they are leave-taking? Notice it? Folks coming out of doctor's exam rooms or ending a cell phone call, their volume goes way up. Why is that?
3. I still REALLY like Vampire Weekend. This is a little strange, because I am fully aware of the potential to be annoying. So far, I'm still OK with it.
4. The incongruity of these preppy white boys singing African music reminded me of MY album cover. "You're album cover?" you are probably asking yourself. Why, yes! It's this little bit of interweb fun that I meant to share a couple of months ago, but was too busy making up album covers to ever get around to it. Here's what you need to do to create your own.
Use the graphics program of your choice to throw them together and then share the results here! It'll be fun!
So, yeah, if ever this white girl wants to start singing ethnically incongruous music...I'm all set! Hey, it's working for Jamie T and Vampire Weekend!
C'mon! Now show me yours!
*Note: that is not me nor my engagement ring pictured above. I couldn't get my camera to work properly. Maybe one day I will manage to take pictures of my own damn hand and post them. Altho, I would much rather show y'all in person!
EDIT: See...fun and addictive! I got this one just checking to make sure my links worked!
OK, so, just because I don't blog doesn't mean that there is nothing going on...there it too damn much going on. Man, y'all sure are missing out on a lot of bitching about my chemistry class and a lot of cussing about my hard-headed nine year old that's giving me absolute fits. (Except for Possum, he gets daily doses.) To top it all off, in a stunning display of complete self-unawareness, I decided to give up dranking for Lent. If ever I ever needed to be besotted...it's now.
Here's the interesting parts:
Today is THE DAY! MyFootballClub + Ebbsfleet United = Done Deal! I am now officially a joint owner of Ebbsfleet United football club; me and over 28,250 MyFootballClub members own a 75% stake in the football club. Now the fun really begins! (It's not too late to join, if'n you're interested!)
Possum's New Year Resolution this year is to watch 200 movies that he has never seen before. So, I have/will see(n) a few, I won't see all 200, I just don't have as much time to waste as he does. Anyway, I had hoped to kinda keep up with them too, kinda like a Siskel and Ebert thang. I haven't managed that so far, but maybe one day I'll be able to catch up. So far, I think my favorites have been This Is England and Juno.
***New Favorite Band ALERT***
Vampire Weekend....these guys are awesome. Their songs are just so doggone happy. It just tickles me to no end to hear these preppy Cape Cod-type boys referencing Lil Jon's Get Low in one of my favorite songs, Oxford Comma. That's worth the price of admission right there...but I've yet to dislike any of their other songs either.
Also, the Juno soundtrack is packed with a lot of sweet little songs (sweet in the traditional sense, not "sweet soundtrack, dude"...ya know what I mean?) I like it, even if it did make me feel old. I realized all those kids I used to babysit that drove me crazy with Wee Sing Silly Songs are now old enough to be writing songs of there own. And I mean that in the best possible way; I love the soundtrack, it's just that the similarities in style are uncanny. Best part ever? There are two...count 'em TWO!...Belle and Sebastian songs on there!
Speaking of feeling old, I had a birthday back at the end of January. It was really fun and low key, not my usual birthday shenanigans. Possum and I spent the Martin Luther King Jr. weekend at the lake. It was cold and dreary and lovely, because we had a fireplace to sit by and plenty of wine and vodka drinks. I'm pleased with the fact that I didn't wear shoes for the entire 3 days. On my actual birthday, we went to Taste of Thai and I had some yummy Duck Curry and then we went to see Atonement at the new theater. It was good, it "looked" just like the novel, but I enjoyed the book better. Probably because I don't like Keira Knightley much.
Valentine's Day was fun, for a Thursday. I met some of the old Charismatic Rats pack at U.S. Pizza. We were a relatively subdued group, no beer. I gave it up for Lent, remember? See? I AM being good! And Zenedrine is doing the whole "bun in the oven" thing. Dr. Performance (who needs a new name) just drank Diet Coke and chastised us for being no fun.
But wait, that's not all! As if pizza, water, and an upbraiding from Dr. Performance wasn't enough V-Day fun...Possum asked me to marry him! Yay!!! And I even got a real purty ring for saying yes. :-) I promised Marisa pictures, I'll try to do that while it is all shiny and new looking. David Adams designed it, based on our vague suggestions, and he did a fabulous job. Don't rush out to Dillard's to buy a blender quite yet, though. It's going to be a very looong engagement; we're planning a honeymoon in England...just as soon as The Fleet are playing in the Premier League! ;-)
They're back! They're back! I've missed them sooo. The "Daily Show" and the "Colbert Report" return tonight! It's about time. I've been adrift without them. How is a busy, young, liberal-leaning, quasi-aware chick supposed to know what to think, what to believe??? It's high time I started forming some opinions and regurgitating some pithy remarks about this here...whatchamacallit...Presidential Election.
Either that, or maybe everyone else should just say screw it and do what I have been doing for the last couple of months...memorizing all the words to "The Soup Song".
Soup Soup, a tasty Soup Soup A spicy Carrot and Coriander CHILI CHOWDER Crouton Crouton Crunchy friends in a liquid broth I am Gazpacho...ooh I am a summer soup...mmm Miso Miso Fighting in the dojo Miso Miso Oriental Prince in the Land of Soup!
