Palin-facts

Little known fact: Sarah Palin got Tom Brady pregnant, and then left him.

Little Known Fact: Sarah Palin knows how old the Chinese gymnasts are.

Little Known Fact: Sarah Palin is allowed first dibs on Alaskan wolfpack kills.

Little Known Fact: The Russians sold Alaska to America because Sarah Palin would not submit to autocracy.

Little known fact: If placed into Schroedinger’s experiment, both Sarah Palins remain alive.

Lots more goodies here!

(h/t Bore Patch)

More on Sarah Palin

Folks, I admit it — I am just delighted at this whole shebang.  It’s so much FUN!

I would never vote against someone because s/he was a minority of any kind.  Nowadays, I would not vote in favor of someone for that reason either.  I do not intend to vote for Obama, but race has nothing to do with it; I think he’s a Socialist, and I don’t think Socialism is a good idea.  On days that I think Obama may win, I hold it as a silver lining and a comfort that he’s a black man; I don’t want him to win, but if he DOES I’ll be thrilled that we elected our first black president.  While I’ve come to realize over the years that Republicans are unfairly demonized in my neck of the world, it doesn’t mean I like a party of old white guys (snicker).  In other words, I won’t vote for someone on the basis of their sex or skin color, but I do consider it a bonus.

All of this makes me supremely gleeful about the Palin Pick.  McCain’s campaign did a great job building up the suspense and giving out red herrings, and the timing was perfect as far as taking attention away from Obama’s acceptance speech last night.  I think her biggest potential con — inexperience — is something Obama’s campaign cannot attack her on.  (They already did, BTW, and McCain’s people fired back a zinger.)  Because Palin was such a dark horse, folks around the bloggersphere are gobsmacked.  It’s all so very, very, very entertaining!

Kudos to McCain for moving the GOP away from the stodgy-old-man image, for picking a Washington outsider, for running with a defiant anti-corruption “Slayer of the Bridge to Nowhere”, and, as a bonus, for picking a woman.  A woman who, BTW, was smart enough to give kudos to Hillary Clinton and Geraldine Ferraro during her speech.  And a heartfelt thanks for the fact that Huckabee is NOT on the ticket.  Yay!

(If McCain takes a one-term pledge, we could have Palin/Jindal running against Hillary in 2012.  How freaking awesome would that be???)

Folks on my blogroll are pretty pleased too.  (Of course, for the gunnies, the pic of Palin firing a gun with the soldiers in Iraq probably sealed the deal.)  Happy Friday everyone!

And it’s Palin!

Pretty cool, y’all.  Since I’m going with the whole “common ground” run, I’m really quite pleased that we’ll have a historic “first” no matter who wins ’08: first black pres, or first female veep (which I imagine will translate into a presidential run in four-to-eight years).  Hooray!  (Wouldn’t YOU vote for a candidate whose nickname was “Sarah Barracuda”?)

Ten reasons to like her.

UPDATE: Make that eleven! 

• Unlike Dick Cheney, who shoots small birds with a 28-gauge shotgun, Sarah Palin hunts moose. When she shoots a lawyer, they’ll stay down.

This one’s for Steph

Poor Stephanie has broken her wrist, one week before massive exam/paper deadlines.  She checks my blog for the kitty pix, so here’s a silly photo of Rajah to cheer her up:

Oh, and you thought THAT was silly?  Let’s zoom out!

Feel better hon!

Common ground

I love stories like this!  Whether liberal or conservative, here’s some great news we can all get behind:

Scientists have transformed one type of fully developed adult cell directly into another inside a living animal, a startling advance that could lead to cures for a variety of illnesses and sidestep the political and ethical quagmires associated with embryonic stem cell research.

Through a series of painstaking experiments involving mice, the Harvard biologists pinpointed three crucial molecular switches that, when flipped, completely convert a common cell in the pancreas into the more precious insulin-producing ones that diabetics need to survive.

Remember, O My Conservative Readers, that the average liberal who supports embryonic stem cell research wants to find ways to heal sick people; that’s the goal, not destroying embryos.  And remember, O My Liberal Readers, that the average conservative who opposes embryonic stem cell research supports ADULT cell research; they want to make sick people better too, but they don’t agree with destroying embryos to do it.  (The key word on both sides is “average”; I think everyone knows fruitcakes on both sides of the political spectrum.)

In an increasingly partisan political atmosphere, let’s not overlook the common ground.  There are issues and stories, lots of them, that should make you happy no matter who you vote for in ’08.

(h/t The Corner)

It just sounds better in Italian!

After all, would YOU offer “whore’s spaghetti” to a guest?  Or your mother??

Adventures in cooking continue!  I do love my Rachel Ray cookbook, but, damn, I wish I had her helpers in addition to her recipes.  The actual cooking of the dish definitely takes less than thirty minutes (last night, about twenty minutes).  However, if you include the time needed to 1) de-tail a pound of shrimp, 2) pluck the leaves of two handfuls of fresh parsley, wash it and finely chop it, 3) drain and coarsely chop four tablespoons of capers, 4) peel eight cloves of garlic, and 5) open two cans of tomatoes, then the time it takes to cook dinner goes up just a WEE smidgen.  (I wasn’t QUITE brave enough to add anchovies as instructed.  Maybe next time?)  Oh, and tack on three minutes scattered throughout to elbow the cat’s paws off the counter.

We were happy with the result (although I’m going easier on the red pepper flakes next time; good god):

That was AFTER I’d had one bowl and Mike had eaten two.  Don’t cook this unless you’re hungry!

I suddenly have an urge to become a guy, and then go gay.

Because, I swear, articles like this make me hate women. 

While I wouldn’t mind going on a rant to explain exactly how stupid, petty, vicious, disrespectful, inappropriate, bitter, hateful, and repulsive I find this woman (or at least her article) to be, Rachel and Cassy have that all wrapped up.

Instead, I’d like to draw your attention to the following:  Have you noticed that, somehow, it’s never the gunnie chicks who write this crap?  No, for gunnie chicks, you get women who think they are lucky to have wonderful relationships with their sweeties.  Do you think that, perhaps, that whole mindset of personal responsibility applies both to the Second Amendment and to relationships?  (Of course, the fact that your lovely wife knows her way around a firing range may help you avoid stupid decisions, like cheating.  Or calling her fat.)  Maybe a woman who thinks it is her responsibility to protect herself and her loved ones, also thinks it is her responsibility to make choices and find happiness.  The same woman who thinks that it is not the government’s job to “save” her probably thinks it is not her husband’s job to satisfy her every whim and be consistently perfect.  (I’m just hazarding a guess here, but I bet that even the sublimely perfect author of this article has a few flaws that drive her husband batty.  Y’think?”)

I contemplate divorce every day. It tugs on my sleeve each morning when my husband, Will, greets me in his chipper, smug morning-person voice, because after 16 years of waking up together, he still hasn’t quite pieced out that I’m not viable before 10 a.m.

That’s the opening line of the disgusting piece.  I’d just like to give Will a hypothetical His-Side rebuttal:

I contemplate divorce every day. It kicks me in the balls each morning when my wife, Ellen, responds to my cheerful “Good morning!” with a growl.  During 16 years of waking up together, she’s never ONCE said “Good morning” back.  But I say it anyway, because it’s gentlemanly. 

Seriously, if you want to get divorced because he leaves his shoes in the middle of the hallway, then you’ve got a serious problem, lady.  If you think that when a woman says her husband is her best friend it means she HAS no friends, you are a self-centered narcissistic little twit.  If you think that “I’m essentially a checkbook and a sperm bank — but I’m okay with that!” is a GOOD AND ADMIRABLE attitude for a husband to hold, then I feel sorry for you — you will never have a partner, only a slave; you will never have a friend, only a servant; you will never have a husband, only a wimp.

As for the poor husband — I want to send him straight to the immortal Kim essay.  And then send him the name of a good lawyer.  *spit*

That’s not your mother, that’s a man, baby!

ACK!! 

Horrible hairstyles here, horrible pantsuit story here, and horrible person (for bringing this to my attention) here.

One of the many, many, many, many reasons I will never run for public office is that there are far too many embarrassing pictures of me out there.  Oh, and college.  The things I did in college would sink me for sure.  You know what they say — good judgement comes from hard experience, and hard experiences usually come from bad judgement.  Let’s just leave it at that . . .

Really?

Entry 2 in the “Do you think this HELPS Obama?” series — does anyone want a “Deadheads for Obama” button?

*giggle*

In her defense, Spellcheck wasn’t around 70 years ago

From the Times Online:

The founders of the Typo Eradication Advancement League (TEAL) have been banned by a court from correcting any publicly owned signs after trying to correct one on the Desert View Watchtower that, for seven decades, has drawn attention to an “emense westward view of the Grand Canyon”. Oblivious to grammar, the prosecutors pronounced the sign “a unique historical object of irreplaceable value”.

In this case, I have to agree.  Once things are older than fifty, you leave them the hell alone.  (That goes for people too.)  Because truly, where would it stop?  Would TEAL campaign to right the Tower of Pisa?  Do we need to replace those missing chunks of the Colosseum?  IS NOTHING SACRED???

Actually, I was pretty tickled by the story.  I do think they should have left that particular sign alone, but I certainly sympathize with their intent.  Back when I worked at Dunkin Donuts, I had to restrain myself from going postal with my Sharpie about six times per shift.  (There’s only so much “RECEPTS” I can take!)

And if I ever become a teacher, I will have large red signs on every wall of the classroom that read, “NO MATTER WHAT YOU FIND IN THE DICTIONARY, ALOT IS NOT A WORD.”

(Related: Them spellin’ mistakes can be obscene, y’all.)