I am heartened to see AIGA doing something for getting out the vote. The above are downloadable posters from a fairly decent selection. It’s not enough, but every little bit helps. I’ve been seeing people walking around, registering the general public. Another little bit, another vote, with any luck at all, another president.
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Political Friendster is creepy-cool and easier to look at than They Rule, though perhaps not as thorough. The former is easy to play on, but the later answers a lot of questions once you figure out the way it works and know more names. Now if they’d just combine the two…
Props to Hyla.
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Completely different:
You just try not to go Awwwwww! when you see this total cute bomb: Otters
Props to Jilly
In our first day as homeowners, we started cleaning the basement. To be brutally honest, if we don’t do it now, we never will. Ian started in the room I think might’ve been fashioned to be a bomb shelter and I dug into the huge old wooden workbench. I said to Ian that the past was very dirty. He answered that the present is, too.
We opened up a weird cover-thingie on the wall in the basement and discovered original dirt. It might’ve been some part of an old furnace system, but basically, it was a hole full of soot that was all the happier to be let into the room. It also filled our noses and covered us gently but completely.
Clearly, this was an evening that required bathing before bed. Soot required a lot of cleaning of my nose in the shower. Deep cleaning, actually including soap. I have never before felt the need for soap in my nostrils.
I love my new house, soot and all.
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We have keys, we have a house, we are debtors! Hurrah!
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I forgot this link in my earlier link-fest. Poker with Dick Cheney
And I thought my mom’s brothers were nasty at the game. At least most important rule was that you were only losing money to family. Only occasionally did beer get spilt on the heads of other uncles.
Link props to my sweet and sour cousin Rob.
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A short collection of links, in part for my own reference. I’ve spent a lot of time lately waiting for returned phone calls.
When the new look won’t do, the Wicked Worn Look is good to know.
Several of these Two Things are amusing.
A condom advent calendar. Seriously. While we’re at it, make your own unicorn. Patents are weird.
On a more serious note, dignity for all. It stands in contrast to the 900lb gorilla theory, because no one should need the gorilla in the first place.
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I heard years ago that the story of Jesus is a parable for not messing with the guy with good connections. That’s a fairly cynical statement, surely, but consider the other guys crucified that day. Their dads weren’t The Dad, so we don’t know their names, and they certainly didn’t arise after the third day. An eternal pessimist thus states that one of the major world religions essentially boils down to the fairly useful notion that you should always have the 900lb gorilla on YOUR side of any debate.
My heavyweight tag-team partner came in the form of a small, elegant Jewish lady with sound investments who the bank wants to keep happy. In keeping her happy, and her banking interests at a certain financial institution, said institution has been coerced into making me happy as well.
The closing date is set for Friday at 4pm EST. There is nothing quite like throwing someone else’s weight around.
There is also very little like having said small lady telling you to grow a pair when dealing with the fools at the bank. Well of course, she didn’t say it like that. She actually said, “Look in the mirror, click your heels three times, and say out loud, ‘I am not a supplicant.’”
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WARNING: rather graphic, potential TMI.
My remembered dreams lately have been far more often than is usual for me. Maybe it’s the good influences of Z and her incredible dream recall. Before her, it was Sus and her movie-style, long and involved dreams that amazed me.
In my own dreamworld, I don’t remember the plots, or even overarching story points. I remember snippets, fine details. This isn’t all that surprising as that is, in part, how I remember waking life as well. For some time now, I’ve been vexed by not remembering story dreams, especially sexual dreams. That I usually remember only stress-dreams is unfair. Sex dreams are the most guilt-free and fun dreams, but I wake up vaguely confused, knowing something happened in my mind, but not being able to remember anything. But today’s dreams are neither of of those flavors, and I can’t recall having anything like it before. This preamble is just to settle myself into the somewhat disturbing and confusing stuff below.
This morning the dreams were very bodily, but not sexy at all. Actually pretty gory. There wasn’t any violence, just blood. One of the dreams had to do with me finding some metal point in the top of my right thigh. I picked at it, and found it was an incredibly tiny nut on a screw. I got the nut off, dug enough to open out and find the surprisingly long screw, opened up further and found a tube that was held in place by the screw and nut. None of this was painful. The double-walled, clear, heavy-plastic tube was over an inch in diameter, maybe three inches long. It left a perfect and rather clean hole into my leg, which I found fascinating and not gross. The tube itself had blood and bits in it. Clearly, something was amiss in my tube and it shouldn’t be that way. Not that it had a purpose I understood, but I knew that it wasn’t working right. So I’ve got this messy tube-thing, a hole in the middle my leg (in regular life, there would be bone clearly visible, but not so in the dream), and I come to find that others have these tubes in their legs as well. I’m told theirs are all clear and working fine, so the nut doesn’t show on the skin. I guess mine knew it was messed up and was pushing up out.
The other dream was far more icky. I use NuvaRing, and in the dream, upon removing it, it was seriously nasty. There were rather beautiful red crystalline forms closing much of the oblonged ring, as well as puffy polyps around the outside, all of this covered in gloopy blood. I studied it for awhile, trying to figure it out, what was wrong with it. I was neither in pain or terribly disgusted, but I think I could taste blood in my mouth, which happens every time I encounter an injury in waking life as well.
In both dreams, I was in my own body. Usually I don’t dream of people at all, much less myself. Also in both dreams there was a device that had gone wrong. My body was fine, dealing with whatever it was by rejecting the problem device, and I didn’t feel that I was ill in either case. Neither were nightmares or even stress-dreams. Anyone for some pop-psychological analysis?
Here is me eating a “Fuck the Man” cookie.
This is my favorite angry shortbread cookie of all. I will eat it today.
I felt rather inspired on that one.
Some of the other complaints:
Thank you to everyone for your comments, happy thoughts, all of it. You must all come to the housewarming pool party, tentatively scheduled for August.
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Belated Reagan-related entry, props to LJ.
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Things are looking slightly better (well, really, they had no choice but improvement). I hope to close on this house of mine next week. Please think happy thoughts in whatever way suits your faith.
I will not jinx it by telling the whole of it, yet, but suffice to say it is very useful to have money-people in your life who care enough to call head-mucky-mucks at the bank and tell them how unimpressed they are about a situation.
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Just when things were looking up today, I read that Bush got a bump in his ratings over the whole Reagan deification last week. Ye old weapons of mass distraction win again. And the Clinton-Bush kissy-fest? and what is McCain smoking? Oi vey.