Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Michael Savage Apparently Likes Spewing

From Media Matters:
On the February 26 broadcast of his nationally syndicated radio show, after playing an audio clip of the beginning of singer Melissa Etheridge's acceptance speech at the Academy Awards in which she thanked her wife and four children, Michael Savage said: "I don't like a woman married to a woman. It makes me want to puke. ... I want to vomit when I hear it. I think it's child abuse." Savage later similarly stated: "I want to puke when I hear about a woman married to a woman raising children because, frankly, I think that it's child abuse to do that to children without their permission. What does a child know? Ask them when they're 16 whether they want to be raised by two lesbians or two men," adding: "What are the two men doing behind the other wall? You think the children don't hear it?"

During the same broadcast, in response to a caller who asked, "How do we answer our kids when we're forced to [sic] -- this homosexuality upon us?" Savage said: "You say there are people who are sexually confused, who think that they're men when they're women. They're not normal. Normal people are not like that. Normal people are like Mommy and Daddy. Mommy and Daddy are normal. There are people who are not normal." He concluded by saying, "That's what you have to say to them otherwise a child will grow up confused."

Here is a man who seriously needs to educate himself about homosexuality. Then again, perhaps an easier start would be to educate himself about hate speech. Now, I have actually had the pleasure of meeting Melissa Etheridge, and a kinder, warmer human being would be hard to find. So Michael Savage and his ignorant opinions about Melissa abusing her children simply by being gay are nothing short of outrageous. Of course, that's what Savage's show is all about. I read a comment on Pam's House Blend in which a thoughtful writer suggested Savage spews out hate and ignorance in order to appeal to frightened, uneducated people, offering them the "lowest common denominator thinking" so they don't have to reach for any better solution to their fears. These people listen to his radio show and run out and buy his books because he validates their ignorance, allowing them to continue to look at the world through teeny-tiny lenses ... while he cashes in.

Ka-ching!

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Jesus, Mary, and Judah

I'm intrigued to learn that James Cameron of Titanic fame and filmmaker extraordinaire has produced a documentary about a (possible) discovery of the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth. This will air on the Discovery Channel this Sunday at 9pm.

The Talpiot Tomb, pictured here, just outside Jerusalem, dates to the time of Jesus and contains ossuaries labelled with some pretty interesting names: Jesus, son of Joseph; Mary; Matthew; Joseph; and Mary Magadelene. More interestingly, one reads: "Judah, son of Jesus."

The implications are far-reaching. If the dusty bones found in Jesus' ossuary are Jesus's, then that means He wasn't resurrected, is simply a man and is not divine. And why would Mary Magadelene be in the family tomb of Jesus unless she were married to Jesus, as she is otherwise not related? And is Judah the offspring of Jesus and Mary?

Naturally the poo-flingin' has commenced already, with some saying all those names together in one tomb is mere coincidence, as Mary, Jesus, Judah, etc, were all common names at the time.

Others say Cameron is just trying to hop on the Da Vinci Code bandwagon and cash in.

As for me, I think I'll wait until Sunday and watch the documentary and then decide. Until then, for a more complete description of what the documentary is about, visit Discovery.com.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

I Am No Longer a Snowshoeing Virgin


Woke up this morning to the sound of Jerry thrusting his head through the vertical blinds, letting in the glare of ... blinding white light. I am either dead, or ... I hopped up and peered out the window. Yup! Snow, snow everywhere. So, what better thing than to finally try out the snowshoes Chelle's mom and dad got us for Christmas? Here I am, having seriously mastered the art.

We went for a stroll by the golf course,
where the carts were lined up forlornly.


Snowshoeing is a good workout; it must feel akin to walking in gravity boots. The main thing is getting used to the sensation of your foot being 2 feet long and not tripping over yourself. Oh, and the other main thing is burning off calories so we can drink profusely later on at the Steamplant Grill. Appetizers are half off today! But I look like Winnie the Pooh dressed in all those layers ... hmmm, maybe I better stick to salad. ;-)

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Move That Hand





My pal T always gropes women in public.

Oprah Palsy-Walsy with Bill O'Reilly?!

I admit I don't watch Oprah every day, but maybe once or twice a week if the topic's a good one. Wednesday it was child sexual abuse and child predators: one question being explored was, why don't these kids run away from their kidnappers? Oprah's basic message was that no child who is molested should ever, EVER be blamed for what happened to him or her. I saw a trailer that said Bill O'Reilly was going to be on the show. "Oh goody," I thought. "Oprah's gonna rip him a new bunghole!" (You will remember, I hope, my rant when Bill O'Reilly criticized Shawn Hornbeck on his show, saying the boy could've escaped his captor and actually liked being kidnapped because he didn't have to go to school and such.)

But NO! That is not what happened on Oprah. Instead, Bill O'Reilly gets kudos for his "crusade" to crack down on child predators! What? Why is Oprah giving O'Reilly a platform to salvage his reputation? Doesn't she know O'Reilly was even disinvited from being the keynote speaker at a fund-raising dinner for the Center for Missing and Exloited Children, precisely because of what he bleated about poor Shawn on his silly excuse of a show?

Steve Young (not the football player) writes about this at SmokingChimp. You can also gripe to Oprah about it here.

Who'da Thunk?

A Wyoming Republican has spoken passionately in favor of gay rights, even though he admits it may cost him his seat: read about it here.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Training for Bloomsday, Part I


Early in January, I looked in the mirror at my new love handles (I let my diet get sloppy when I moved to Spokane; dealing well with stress has never been my strong suit.) I hate it when I can pinch more than an inch.

(Well ... on my body anyway.)

So, in a moment of what I thought then was clarity, I registered for Bloomsday. I thought it would be June 16, which gave me half a year to train for the race, but silly me. For some reason, Bloomsday is May 6 in Spokane. There is probably an explanation somewhere on their website: Bloomsday Run.

No matter. I should be able to be ready, with a little self-discipline. I've been working on endurance on my elliptical trainer while cross-training on the recumbent bike. The Bloomsday Run is a 12K (or 7.4 miles), so I guesstimated I could do it in an hour and a half. I'm up to an hour, five minutes as my weekly "long run" on the elliptical, so I'm figuring if I get to the point I can do the elliptical comfortably for an hour and a half, I should then be ready to start speed work. My true goal would be to finish the race in under an hour and twelve minutes, because that would qualify me for one of the earlier waves in next year's race.

When the weather gets a little warmer, I'll take the training outside. It will be interesting to see whether fitness on the elliptical/bike will transfer well to pounding the pavement for real.

I've only done two other races in my life: San Francisco's Bridge-to-Bridge, which was another 12K, but perfectly flat except for one tiny hill. The other was the Skyline Ridge 10K, which kicked my butt (primarily because I trained for it for only about a month, and it was a trail run, in mostly mud and a headwind for the first half of it, plus it gained 800 feet of elevation). I did finish but my time was lousy (an hour and 28 mins to go six miles). Up top is a photo of my muddy feet afterwards!

More on this to come ...

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Early Spring, Huh?

Don't heed this year's Punxsutawney Phil. He's wrong. I just stepped out my front door, and this is what I saw. It's coming down even harder now.

Clam Up, Y'all!

This is from NCTE Inbox (yes, that's right: I teach English. Oh, get up off the floor already.)

An Arizona House committee has approved legislation that would prohibit any public school educator or college professor from advocating for or against a political candidate in class, or advocating for a social, political, or cultural issue that is part of a partisan debate. Supporters say the measure would allow students to disagree with an instructor without fear of retribution. However, students and instructors say the measure would stifle classroom discussion.

You can read about it in more detail here: The Arizona Republic, February 16, 2007.

This is a despicable bill. There's no real reason to put muzzles on teachers. We are living, breathing, thinking human beings, so naturally we have opinions. Asking us to not express them in the context of an intelligent discussion is a pretty tall order. Besides that, any responsible instructor already presents both sides of a controversial issue and challenges students to reach their own conclusions about it. Only a jerk would punish a student by assigning a poor grade just because he happens to disagree with the professor. And if this bill became law, it won't stop the few jerks out there who would. A teacher who is forced to keep his opinions to himself could still mark down the paper, say, of a student with whom he quietly disagreed.

Such legislation would also be unenforceable--or at least not enforceable fairly. See, sometimes students simply don't listen well. Or, they don't realize when a teacher is expressing a view she may not actually happen to hold. For example, if I find a classroom discussion is too unbalanced (virtually everyone is speaking up for one side only), I will often play "Devil's Advocate" and start arguing back with the opposing view (even if I secretly happen to disagree). The point is to teach students to be able to defend their own reasoning. (Or if they can't, to perhaps open their minds to consider the other side.) Consequently, on some occasions a student will think I'm advocating for a view I disagree with. (A student once actually thought I was against a woman's right to choose. My colleagues got a real kick outta that one!)

The law would also ask some teachers to sell their souls, or at least sell out academically. Imagine this: a science instructor is teaching a unit on global warming. Are we actually going to ask her to present the "disbelievers'" point of view and to not challenge the illogic? But she's supposed to teach her students to be critical thinkers! How is she supposed to teach as valid a view that is demonstrably fraught with logical fallacies or a lack of hard evidence? If the other side's view is full of holes, shouldn't she poke her fingers through those holes? Shouldn't she be teaching what science says?

Finally, sometimes students honestly want to know what their teachers think. I recall a classroom discussion about the views of God as presented in Alice Walker's The Color Purple. In the middle of the discussion, a student I knew to be a born-again Christian asked me how I imagined God. I thought it was a loaded question, so I reminded him, "Well, what I think doesn't have to be what you think." And he said, "I know that. I was just curious." So I answered him, and a few other students chimed in with what they thought, and he offered what he believed. Then he asked me a few follow-up questions, and finally he nodded, satisfied. We moved on to examine how Celie's character changed as her understanding of God changed.

My main point is this: what are discussions but (ideally) a respectful exchange of ideas? This demands that those partaking in the discussion have opinions. (To express an opinion is to advocate for it, and virtually any issue worth bringing up in class is "partisan" in some way.) Thus, asking teachers to not advocate is, essentially, to ask us to not participate in our own classroom discussions, at least not in any genuine way.

The principles of freedom of speech and academic freedom exist for several excellent reasons. 'Nuff said.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Ann Coulter Blow-Up Doll Sales Sag



I stole this from Joe Wilson, who writes for Poopycaca.com.

Doin' Da Bump


Are knotty heads in fashion now?


(For the record, that's Dr. Joshua Perper of the Broward County Medical Examiner's office, who is attempting to figure out what caused Anna Nicole Smith to expire. The other is Baldo Britney Spears, who sports a much less pronounced crack on the left side of her pate, right above the ear. Snarky people such as I need to know the answer to these things.)

Another Horse Drawing

Finished this one the other night. Tried a mix of woodless graphite, graphite, and charcoal and a tortillion to create a kind of "dapple" effect since the horse is a gray.

Absurdity of the Day

Oh yes, I always wear a bikini or thong to the gym. Sooo comfortable!

Not.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Takei's Answer to Tim "I Hate Gay People" Hardaway

Good old Sulu. Who knew he had such a sense of humor?!

What the Heck?!


What is UP with Mitt Romney and John McCain pandering to the Christian right? As governor of Massachusetts, Romney used to support gay rights and a woman's right to choose. Now that's he angling for the White House, forget it. Suddenly his "conscience" is trumping the Constitution.

As for John McCain, his glueing himself to Jerry Falwell is positively distressing. I used to like John McCain. I admired his strength in surviving the Hanoi Hilton. In Congress it appeared he was doing a better job than Ol' Dubya in being the "uniter" instead the "divider." And I appreciated his lambasting the Religious Right for its often hateful intolerence. David Kuo elaborates beautifully.

How disappointing.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Nancy Pelosi meets John F Kennedy

"Cowboy diplomacy is a disservice to cowboys." Hear, hear! And she's right. America needs to strip off its current world reputation and give it a nice, new, honorable finish.

Pick the Best Caption



A. "Oh look! Two Presidential Impersonators!" (Alan)

B. The beginning and the end of democracy in America. (Jessica)

C. "Cannot tell a lie" and "Can not tell it's a lie." (Melissa)


Context: President Bush is pictured with Gen. George Washington, played by actor Dean Malissa, after Bush spoke on the 275th anniversary of George Washington's birthday at his estate in Mount Vernon, Va., Monday, Feb. 19, 2007.

I swiped this one from Shakespeare's Sister's website as well. If you haven't browsed there yet, please do.

Out Fluffin' Rageous

From Think Progress:
Iraq war amputee denied photo-op with Bush.“‘Are you telling me that I can’t go to the ceremony ’cause I’m an amputee?‘” asked David Thomas, an Iraq war veteran who was awarded a Purple Heart. Thomas was told he could not wear shorts to attend a ceremony with President Bush because the media would be there, and shorts were not advisable because the amputees would be seated in the front row. David responded, “I’m not ashamed of what I did, and y’all shouldn’t be neither.” When the guest list came out for the ceremony, his name was not on it.
Or, as Shakespeare's Sister so aptly put it, they didn't want him in the front row or at their pretty party because they don't want to remind us of what they did.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

The Myth of White Supremacy



Tip o' the pen to my buddy Jan, who forwarded this and brought me a chuckle this morning.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Glad That Tree Fell the Other Way


It's beautiful in Spokane today! High 40s, sunny ... I did my usual elliptical training first thing in the morning; later on when I went out to go to the gym to heave weights around, I was kicking myself for not running outside instead.

This afternoon, I went to the mailbox, and the apartment manager stopped me for a chat. "What
do you think of that tree behind your apartment?" she asked.

"What tree?"

She laughed. "It seems nobody's noticed it. Probably a good thing."

She went on to tell me a tree had toppled behind my building and landed at the end of the driving range. Apparently no one is sure whether the land the tree stood on is city property or belongs to the apartment complex. So the fallen pine might lay there for a while. Meanwhile, with the weather getting better, folks over at the golf course are feeling twitchy, despite the fact that they never hit balls down to the far end of the driving range except by accident.

As for me, I'm just glad that tree fell in the direction it fell. And that the fog has lifted so that I can see more than 5 feet beyond my balcony.

Survivor: Fiji

Okay. For as bright a team collectively as Ravu appears to be, these dimwits sure can't seem to solve puzzles during immunity challenges. I still don't understand why Yau-Man isn't helping them spank Moto, since I'll bet that guy can solve Rubik's Cube in 30 seconds with a blindfold on. So, of course, they lost, and it was bye-bye to Erica.

Told ya Rocky was a jerk! He totally turned on her: so much for that alliance.

Of course, it was close: as I suspected, Sylvia's bossiness is getting to her tribemates. Her head's next on the chopping block if she doesn't find the immunity idol soon. And now she's got to beat Earl to the punch.

Earl, by the way, has earned my respect. He found the ganging up on Erica to be utterly distasteful and wanted no part of it. Good for him--was he the only one to be grateful to Erica for finding the pineapples that saved their butts to begin with?

Funniest moment: this was when Yao-Man "welcomed" Sylvia back from Exile Island with a big hug (while surreptitiously peeking into her bag to see if she'd found the hidden immunity idol).

Dumbest Survivor: Boo, who jabbed himself in the eye, cut his hand with an axe a few minutes later, and then broke the hammock and landed hard on his back. As Dreamz pointed out, "Boo is gonna hurt himself out of the game!" I think Boo had better start going by "Boo-Boo," or maybe "Owwie."

Let's hope that next week, Moto loses for a change.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

What Bush Hears

I swiped this from Eric Williams over at Huffington Post:

Police Officers Are Our Friends

Sgt. Scott Vandyken of the Cascade County Sheriff's Department cuts a small deer free from a fence on a property near Great Falls, Mont. The deer, apparently unhurt, scampered off to a nearby field. And this is only one reason why I actually love cops ... especially ones named Vandyken. ;-)

Boston Legal: Same Sex Attraction Disorder

Ted (Mr. I'm Cured!) Haggard should watch this one.

No Marriage License, Just a Certificate of Inequality


You've gotta love Freddie Oakley, the Clerk-Recorder for Yolo County, California. She's gotten fed up with denying marriage licenses to gays and lesbians. So, yesterday, in a clever form of protest particularly appropriate for Valentine's Day, she issued a "Certificate of Inequality" to any gay couple applying for a marriage license. Each stated: "I issue this Certificate of Inequality to you because your choice of marriage partner displeases some people whose displeasure is, apparently, more important than principles of equality."


Oakley told the Sacramento Bee, "We don't discriminate against people on the basis of age, or health, or disability, or race, or ethnicity, or religion, but we do on the basis of gender in this matter. I feel it's inappropriate." She added that turning same-sex couples away without marriage licenses makes her feel "like a good German, in the Third Reich, who enforced bad laws."

After the message on the certificate is Oakley's name, title, and words of encouragement to same-sex couples: "May the God of your choice bless you."

You go, girl.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Hmm, Not Bad 'Cappin'


Here are today's winners:

1. She Made It Happen
2. Nicky Santoro
3. Wicket Wager
4. Lyon's Pit
5. Full Court Press
6. Barbarosso
7. Me My Mine
8. We Will Prevail

I picked 5 winners out of 8 races, not bad. Several of my horses were scratched so I didn't actually do all those exactas. I did hit the early Pick 3, but I had to kick myself in the head because I had actually picked the Pick 4 but was too cheap to add the last leg, so I didn't place the bet.

And for Joe Pesci fans, yes, Nicky Santoro is a horse he used to own, named after his character in Casino.

Have to get off the computer now because I am preparing a fabulous meal for my significant other, since, after all, it's Valentine's Day! :-)

It's Opening Day at Bay Meadows!

Bay Meadows is my favorite race track, and its days are numbered, too. They'll probably tear the place down in another year or so since it sits on prime real estate in San Mateo County, CA. But you can bet your sweet bippy I'll be glued to TVG (Channel 409 on Comcast in Spokane) this afternoon, while wagering at Brisbet. (Hi, my name is Joyce, and I have a gambling addiction.)

Here are my picks in today's races (exacta boxes):
1. She Made It Happen (3) with Wild Shenanigans (6)
2. Nicky Santoro (1) with Hot Knuckles (7)
3. Wicket Wager (5) with Naiad's Daughter (1)
4. Lyon's Pit (1) with Snow Pleasure (2)
5. Jorja's Strait (5) with Reina Del Diablo (1)
6. Exclusive Vow (3) with Excessively Crisp (4)
7. You Had Your Chance (3) with Megabyte (1)
8. We Will Prevail (2) with Chapel Ridge (7)

I will probably also do assorted trifectas, pick 3's, and superfectas once I see how the track is playing. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Bootylicious

Well, I thought I might branch out and try drawing something other than horses. It's difficult for me to get inspired by things like sunflowers or starry nights, but a booty is something I can spend an hour gawping at. Here is the result.

Oh, to Live the Life of a Cat

A typical day for Jerry: Sleep. Eat. Poo. Chase his sister. Sleep. Sleep some more.
Chase his sister. Eat. Pee. Sleep. Eat. Poo. Sleep. Repeat.
Nations Joggers Sick Of Finding Dead Bodies

The Onion

Nation's Joggers Sick Of Finding Dead Bodies

CHICAGO—"We just don't have the time to be consoled with a blanket and a cup of coffee by some cop," said jogger Elizabeth Riccardi, who, like many others, is tired of stumbling upon corpses in her path.

Karl "Foot in His Mouth" Rove

Mickey Kaus has declared Karl Rove to have (thus far) uttered the biggest "Gaffe of the Year." Here's Karl Rove defending "comprehensive immigration reform":

I don’t want my 17-year-old son to have to pick tomatoes or make beds in Las Vegas.

What a generous soul he is.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Way to Tell Em, Dixie Chicks!


The Dixie Chicks went five for five at the 29th Annual Grammy Awards last night. They won the big three general categories: Album of the Year, Record of the Year, and Song of the Year, as well as Best Country Album and Best Country Performance By a Duo or Group.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Friday, February 9, 2007

Jerry and Derby


Jerry thinks Derby's ear is dirty and needs to fix it right up.
(Jerry is named after Hall of Fame jockey Jerry Bailey. Derby is
named ... well, I think you can figure that one out.)

Signs of the Apocalypse



I keep seeing letters to the editor and/or overhearing retarded comments about Barack Obama. So, for clarity's sake: His last name's Obama, not Osama. Ergo, Barack Obama is not related to Osama bin Laden. Secondly, Obama is not Muslim. He is a Christian.

Survivor: Fiji



For those who may not know, my significant other and I have several things in common: we love horse racing, we love each other, and we love Survivor! (We also love beer and wine, and last night shared a bottle of Seabiscuit Ranch Trifecta, which was luscious, but I'm digressing.) All of our friends know to not bother calling on Thursday nights at 8. We will not answer unless it's during a commercial.

So, here are our opinions of the players after the first show:

MOTO TRIBE (green buffs/the "haves"):

Alex: Harvard educated lawyer, good-lookin' fella, reminds me of Yul (who won last season, so he might get an "X" on his back early for that reason)

Boo: super buff dude from Lafayette, LA. I didn't know a white boy would ever refer to himself as "Boo" ... "Bubba" seems like a better fit for this guy.

Cassandra ("C"): older African American lady, seems outgoing and friendly. Not sure about her level of fitness; she could be seen as a liability in challenges but will probably fly under the radar a while.

Dre ("Dreamz"): A cheerleading coach who used to be homeless, so there's no question he's adaptable. His problem? He yaps way too much. Even though he seems lovable in some ways, I think his trash talkin' is going to drive some folks crazy.

Edgardo: Puerto Rican ad executive from Miami Beach. Another good-lookin' fella. Hard to get a fix on him yet.

Gary: 55 year-old school bus driver from Minnesota, with a beer belly to beat the band. But he's a 'Nam vet and apparently does rollerblading marathons so he at least has endurance. He could wind up being another Big Tom (whom I actually didn't like).

Liliana: from a large Mexican family of 8. Born in the U.S., though, and lives in Oxnard, CA, and did her time in the Marines. She seems pretty tough and may have what it takes.

Lisi: nutjob! LA customer service rep for a psychic hotline (I think). She's kinda got this weird punkish vibe and I suspect may be a little too "out there" for this crew.

Stacy: South Korean, very pretty and fit, from Boulder, CO. She says she's "cool enough to be a guy; catty enough to be a girl." Like that 'tude!

RAVU TRIBE (orange buffs/the "have nots")

Anthony: Here's a Yale grad from Compton, Los Angeles. He's clearly got a brain and probably can be quite calculating if he needs to be (given that his job is "expert witness locator.") If I were on Ravu and seeking out someone to form an alliance with, I'd approach him and also ...

Rita: Who went to UC Berkeley, has a degree in languages, lived in Mexico City for 11 years, and is now forging her way through the world as a single mom. She's tough and she's smart. Liability? She's an image consultant, a former model, and I'm afraid she might put some of the women off. Too MUCH poise, if there can be such a thing.

Sylvia: An architect from San Francisco! But alas, she's already irked Rita with her bossiness. "Bossiness," as we know, doesn't fly in Survivor. Still, she's clearly bright (hey, she designed the interiors of Pac-Bell Park, which is now AT & T Park, where the Giants play). For a 52 year-old woman, she's also pretty fit, I believe, into yoga, and she works out. But I don't think flying under the radar is something she's capable of, and that could get her kicked off. Let's hope she finds an immunity idol.

Michelle: the baby of the bunch, a 22 year-old student from Cincinnati. She's a rock climber so has mental and physical toughness, but she's skinny as a rail and has the world's squeakiest voice. I can see them kicking her off early if she doesn't prove herself pretty quickly in a challenge.

Mookie: buff Korean fella from Wheeling, IL. So far he's a little hard to read, but he is a Bearz fan so I have to hate him. ;-)

Yau-Man: here's a computer engineer who works at UC Berkeley and has his degree in physics from MIT. So why, oh why, didn't he get in on the puzzle-solving and help his team win the first immunity challenge? Because he's trying to not look like too much of a geek! Dude, it's clear you're a Super-Geek, so be yourself. There are enough smart people in your tribe that your brains will be valued. Liability is that his ability to handle physical challenges is in question.

James ("Rocky"): the LA bartender from Boston. What can I say? He's obnoxious and a loose cannon. Both Jessica (bye bye) and Erica showed phenomenally poor judgement trying to ally with this guy. I can't see him lasting very long because he mouths off too much and his tribemates are smarter than he is.

Erica: My heart goes out to her because she's from Lake Charles, LA, works for a non-profit as a fundraiser, and lost her home in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. I can understand why she tried allying with Jessica (because Jessica had lived in New Orleans before), but let's hope her trying to hook up with Rocky was a mental lapse.

Earl: A senior ad exec from Santa Monica, though he's originally from Kansas. Seems fit enough and handsome enough but another hard one to get a read on. He's creative and is a composer in his spare time, so I'd put him in the "brain" column as well. Maybe he's a bit of a mama's boy.

Jessica: someone had to go. She wasn't any help in solving the puzzle and she was deemed to not add anything in particular to the tribe, so ...

A very smart alliance in this tribe would be: Earl, Rita, Sylvia, Yau-Man, and Anthony. The only problem would be, can this group beat Moto in challenges, especially when Moto is living in the lap of luxury by comparison?

Hmmm.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Bad Things Happen in Threes ...

Barbaro, Molly Ivins, and now ... Anna Nicole Smith?!

OMG. Got home from the gym today and my cell phone rings. It's my partner, who tells me that Anna Nicole Smith collapsed in a casino hotel room and was pronounced dead at a Florida hospital.

For the past hour, I've been watching CNN with my mouth hanging open. I don't even know why. I find my fascination with this story vaguely disturbing. And for some goofy reason, I cannot for the life of me vanquish from my skull a vision: that of me stumbling across the Anna Nicole Show late one night a few years ago. I think she was riding around in a golf cart with an effeminate young man and they were high as kites, slurring and shrieking, and her enormous bosoms were popping out all over. My jaw dropped.

Come to think of it, that's the same expression on my face right now.

The premiere of Survivor: Fiji cannot get here soon enough. I need to obsess about something else.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Lowly Eagles Spank Big Sky Leaders



Yeaaahh, baby!! I worked a basketball game tonight, Eastern Washington Eagles vs. Weber State. The Eagles have had a very middlin' kinda season. 'Twas looking like they'd not even make the conference tournament this year. But tonight, the Eagles proved themselves worthy by beating the conference leader, Weber State, 89-74.

Why do I care? Because my partner has dragged me to these home games, kicking and screaming and gnashing my teeth ... okay, not really. Actually, she puts me to work making hors d'ouevres and then, at halftime, pouring beers, for Da Big Donors! (All of whom are wonderful people.) This I haven't minded, but I have been bothered mightily as I have watched, for much of the season, the same stalwart fans come and cheer their team, while I have mouthed positive things to them, game after game, even when the team's been losing. So the fact that the Eagles won has me thrilled! Reese Court was thundering in sound.

Now that's cool.

Ted Haggard, Now Squeaky Clean and Super Straight!!

I swiped this from Pam over at Pam's House Blend, and she'd swiped it from Comandante Agi. You do get the joke, right? Latest headline: Ted Haggard is no longer gay, having undergone an intensive 4-week, 4-pastor spiritual rehabiliation! Oops, I mean spiritual restoration!



You remember the scandal. Rev. Ted Haggard of Colorado Springs' New Life Church and president of the National Association of Evangelicals, was forced out because the gay prostitute he'd been having sex with on a monthly basis for three years got tired of ole Ted's hypocrisy and spilled the beans.

Well, hallelujah, y'all! Ted's been cured!

Of course, that's what he'd like to believe. Just check out the site of the watchdog group, Ex-Gay Watch, and find out the truth behind all the claims about gays being "cured" of their so-called "sickness" by spirtual/restorative therapy.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Turnabout Is Fair Play

Well, the fundamentalist types are getting a dose of their own medicine. A group calling itself the Washington Defense of Marriage Alliance has filed an initiative that states straight couples must have kids within three years of getting married or else their marriage must be annulled. Hahahaha. Of course, the REAL agenda is to challenge the Andersen v. King County ruling in which the Washington State Supreme Court decided that same-sex couples are barred from legally marrying because they can't have and raise children together. (Huh? I know a lot of lesbian moms and gay dads who are scratching their heads over that one.) Anyway, the initiative is intended to force another look at the ruling by pointing out its obvious absurdities.

Here's what their website says about the initiative:
The Washington Defense of Marriage Alliance seeks to defend equal marriage in this state by challenging the Washington Supreme Court's ruling on Andersen v. King County. This decision, given in July 2006, declared that a "legitimate state interest" allows the Legislature to limit marriage to those couples able to have and raise children together. Because of this "legitimate state interest," it is permissible to bar same-sex couples from legal marriage.
The way we are challenging Andersen is unusual: using the initiative, we are working to put the Court's ruling into law. We will do this through three initiatives. The first would make procreation a requirement for legal marriage. The second would prohibit divorce or legal separation when there are children. The third would make the act of having a child together the legal equivalent of a marriage ceremony.

Absurd? Very. But there is a rational basis for this absurdity. By floating the initiatives, we hope to prompt discussion about the many misguided assumptions which make up the Andersen ruling. By getting the initiatives passed, we hope the Supreme Court will strike them down as unconstitional and thus weaken Andersen itself. And at the very least, it should be good fun to see the social conservatives who have long screamed that marriage exists for the sole purpose of procreation be forced to choke on their own rhetoric.

As the folks at Guinness say: "BRILLIANT!"

Hmm, gee, maybe Washington State ain't so bad after all.

Monday, February 5, 2007

Doritos Checkout Girl Super Bowl XLI Commercial

Aside from the Dalmatian puppy ad and the Robert Goulet messes with your stuff ad, this one was also one of my favorites. Grrrrrrr! Giddyup!

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Gooooo, Colts! 29 - 17


Tigger was right! Tigger was right! Okay, now that I'm done with that ...

I admit, darlins, I was askeered when Chicago's Devon Hester began the game by running the opening kickoff back into the end zone for 92 yards. And then the rain made me throw my hands up in despair. The Bears are used to playing in bad weather, in snow and sleet and all the lake effect crap that falls on Soldier Field. So rain in warm weather, to those guys, is no big whoop.

But the Colts ended up playing far less sloppily than da Bearz. Peyton Manning deserved his Most Valuable Player status for finally proving he can keep a calm head under pressure.

Props to da Bearz D, though, for holding the Colts to mostly field goal kicks when they were well-positioned to score touchdowns. And the Colts f*cked up well enough, missing one field goal and an extra point. That must've been one slippery ball. Everyone kept dropping it. ;-)

I think what killed the Bears was their quarterback. My partner has some choice words for him that go something, nicely, along the lines of "punk-ass biatch." (Then again, she hates college ball players from Florida because apparently they are all criminals.) As for me, my question was, what can you really expect from someone named Gross Man? Not to mention that "Rex" is another pun altogether?



You also have to be proud of Tony Dungy, even if he looks like Yoda when he takes off his cap. Hmm, or maybe it's Gollum he better resembles?

Ah, I'm just kidding. Here's a man who won't even say a cuss word. He's also the first African American to coach a team that has won the NFL Championship Game! Way to go, big guy, and I'm happy Jesus helped you win.

I have, of course, things to say (tomorrow, or maybe Tuesday, depending on how my poor beer head feels) about the Super Bowl commercials. Quick assessment: the Anheuser-Busch ad about the rejected puppy who "became" a dalmatian was Da Bomb (but the Bud ads usually are among the best). The one that made me laugh the most was the "Robert Goulet messes with your stuff" ad for Emerald Nuts. Somebody's mind is as twisted as mine ... or I'm just getting old.

Until then, props to my Colts!

Friday, February 2, 2007

Bear vs. Colt

The colt is simply sexier.

Colts or Bears?



Oh, I think we know, my dears.

The Colts will stomp da Bearzz, trampling them
into little bits of dryer fluff.

Poor Gavin Newsom


Look at him. What's not to like? He's a rock star. He's Bill Clinton, Junior.

Actually, this photo of Gavin was taken at San Francisco Gay Pride. Now there's a man who is secure in his sexuality, not afraid to be seen waving amidst all the faeries and leathermen and Dykes on Bikes and all the fabulousness on display the last Sunday of every June in the City by the Bay.

One of Gavin's first acts as mayor was to declare gay marriage legal in San Francisco. And why not? If you don't approve of gay marriage, then don't marry someone of your same sex! But puh-leese. Don't give me lectures about gay marriage threatening the sanctity of heterosexual marriage. Why, darlin's, y'all don't need gay people for that. With a divorce rate at some 50%, and with people like Brittney Spears being able to marry in Vegas on a whim and then take it back the very next day, to what sanctity are you referring? And most of the politicians blustering about sanctity are twice or thrice-divorced, have had affairs, and are perched high atop the dungheap of hypocrisy.

So shut up already with the crowing about Gavin Newsom having had an affair several years ago with another fella's wife. True, what makes the situation particularly unpalatable is that the other fella was a friend of Gavin's. Still ... he who is without sin, go ahead and throw that first stone.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Farewell, Molly Ivins (1944-2007)


I’ll miss Molly Ivins. I so looked forward to reading her columns every week. Most folks will remember her as the one who dubbed George W. Bush “Shrub.” (So apt.) But I’ll always remember her for her sharp tongue and spot-on criticism. The feisty old bird put up one helluva seven-year fight, too, battling breast cancer. As a pal said to me, “You know she and Governor Richards are up there sharing a laugh right now.”

Here are some of my favorite Molly Ivins quotes:

* The first rule of holes: when you're in one, stop digging.

* It’s hard to argue against cynics—they always sound smarter than optimists because they have so much evidence on their side.

* What you need is sustained outrage...there's far too much unthinking respect given to authority.

* The thing about democracy, beloveds, is that it is not neat, orderly, or quiet. It requires a certain relish for confusion.

* There are two kinds of humor. One kind that makes us chuckle about our foibles and our shared humanity -- like what Garrison Keillor does. The other kind holds people up to public contempt and ridicule -- that's what I do. Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful. I only aim at the powerful. When satire is aimed at the powerless, it is not only cruel -- it's vulgar.

* I believe that ignorance is the root of all evil. And that no one knows the truth.

* Being slightly paranoid is like being slightly pregnant---it tends to get worse.

* I believe in practicing prudence at least once every two or three years.

* One function of the income gap is that the people at the top of the heap have a hard time even seeing those at the bottom. They practically need a telescope. The pharaohs of ancient Egypt probably didn't waste a lot of time thinking about the people who built their pyramids, either. OK, so it's not that bad yet -- but it's getting that bad.

* It's like, duh. Just when you thought there wasn't a dime's worth of difference between the two parties, the Republicans go and prove you're wrong.

* Any nation that can survive what we have lately in the way of government, is on the high road to permanent glory.

* During a recent panel on the numerous failures of American journalism, I proposed that almost all stories about government should begin: "Look out! They're about to smack you around again!"

* I have been attacked by Rush Limbaugh on the air, an experience somewhat akin to being gummed by a newt. It doesn't actually hurt, but it leaves you with slimy stuff on your ankle.

* I am not anti-gun. I'm pro-knife. Consider the merits of the knife. In the first place, you have to catch up with someone in order to stab him. A general substitution of knives for guns would promote physical fitness. We'd turn into a whole nation of great runners. Plus, knives don't ricochet. And people are seldom killed while cleaning their knives.

* I know vegetarians don't like to hear this, but God made an awful lot of land that's good for nothing but grazing.

* The United States of America is still run by its citizens. The government works for us. Rank imperialism and warmongering are not American traditions or values. We do not need to dominate the world. We want and need to work with other nations. We want to find solutions other than killing people. Not in our name, not with our money, not with our children's blood.

Dick Cheney vs. Nancy Pelosi: The Blink-Off

Dick Cheney is sitting there like a bump on a piece of petrified wood.