I'm finally finished watching all of Buffy the Vampire Slayer -- LOVED it. I'm looking for a new show to follow. I was thinking on watching Angel, but I can't find it anywhere to rent. Any suggestions of what I should follow next? Better yet, do you have a dvd set I could borrow?
It's waaaay too hot to cook, so for supper tonight I made some fresh guacamole. Probably not the healthiest of choices, but I've been craving this guacamole that I tried while visiting New York City. My attempt to reciprocate it was a success!
Looks like I've got a great new food to take to summer parties. Now, who wants to invite me to one?
Leaving the gym tonight, I noticed a puddle of fluid under my car. I drove about 100 feet, stopped again, noticed a BIGGER puddle of fluid under my car. Upon closer inspection, I deciphered it to be gasoline. Needless to say, I turned off the ignition F-A-S-T.
Of course, my car chose to break on Friday afternoon, when the next time it could be looked at is 3 days later. And, of course, I've got a week full of baby-filled activities next week -- immunizations, swimming lessons, etc. Oh, and even better, I just spent $1000 replacing my car's front struts.
There was cleavage on display Wednesday afternoon on C-SPAN2. It belonged to Sen. Hillary Clinton.
She was talking on the Senate floor about the burdensome cost of higher education. She was wearing a rose-colored blazer over a black top. The neckline sat low on her chest and had a subtle V-shape. The cleavage registered after only a quick glance. No scrunch-faced scrutiny was necessary. There wasn't an unseemly amount of cleavage showing, but there it was. Undeniable.
The author of the article goes on to claim that "showing cleavage is a request to be engaged in a particular way." [just like wearing a short skirt invites sexual assault?] Why is it okay to sexualize Clinton -- a presidential candidate -- like this? While she's not my first choice of a candidate, it's sickening that she's being subjected to this type of sexual discrimination.
I'll stop complaining as soon as we start rating the way male candidates look in tight jeans.
[I just took action with Ms. magazine protesting the Washington Post's recent article analyzing Senator Hillary Clinton's cleavage. Senator Clinton is a distinguished member of the Senate and quite possibly the next president of the United States. Instead of writing about her strategy to end the war in Iraq or her plans to reform the health care system in this country, the Post devoted a feature story to analyzing her breasts.
This may be news to you (sarcasm is lost on the Internets), but tonight is the unveiling of the latest HP book. I'm heading off to McNally Robinson to partake in the midnight festivities.
My sister, on the other hand, is off to NYC's Barnes and Noble to be a part of the Harry Potter tour* -- complete with a triple decker Knight Bus and 20 foot Whomping Willow! So unfair.
I was going to drag Emma to McNally tonight, complete with a lightening bolt painted scar on her forehead, but I will be the responsible mama and will leave her sleeping at home, with her dad to watch over.
[*as an interesting sidenote, I noticed that the HP tour is missing the South completely. Read into that as you will.]
Today's AlterNet has an interesting article that discredits CNN's attempt to discredit Moore's assertions: Sicko Squad sets CNN Straight.
I'm usually wary of some of Moore's filmmaking tactics, but I think this movie is one that is worth watching and discussing at length -- no matter where you sit on the healthcare debate.
As someone who is a part of country that celebrates (for the most part) free access to healthcare, it makes me feel especially thankful to be living north of the 49th parallel.
Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing. Because it is neither preaching nor teaching nor commanding nor urging. It is just singing. And in the beginning was not a Word, but a chirrup.
It could be because I've saw Mamma Mia! that night. What a show!
My own mamma mia passed on a love of ABBA to me. I suppose it's only natural to consider it my maternal responsibility to pass on love of cheesy 70's music to my own little dancing queen.
Sidenote: So it looks like there's going to be a movie version of the play -- and Colin Firth, Pierce Bronsan, Christine Baranski and Meryl Streep are starring!
Meryl Streep is set to star in "Mamma Mia!," the bigscreen adaptation of the hit tuner that Universal and producing partners Playtone and Littlestar are mobilizing for a summer start. Littlestar's Judy Craymer will produce with Playtone's Gary Goetzman. Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson will exec produce with Benny Andersson and Bjorn Ulvaeus, the Abba songwriters whose tunes drive the musical. Phyllida Lloyd, who directed the original "Mamma" in London as well as its Broadway incarnation, will make her feature directing debut on the pic. Pic will shoot in London and Greece. Catherine Johnson, who wrote the book for the musical, penned the screenplay, about a bride-to-be who never met her father and was raised by a formerly rebellious single mother (Streep). Read the full article at:www.variety.com
Sorry for the lack of substance in these here parts lately. My time is a bit taken up by an almost-6-month-old. Besides, it's summer, and who has time to rant when it's so delightfully warm and sunny outside?
In lieu of me saying anything interesting, I'll point you this'a way -- here is what I hope to sound like one day, when/if I'm seasoned and wise as a parent. Read this post, especially. Or maybe this one. Better yet, check out the book (that I'm still workin' through).
With that, I'm off to steal some sleep while the sleepin' is good.
Belize: I hate America, Louis. I hate this country. Nothing but a bunch of big ideas and stories and people dying, and then people like you. The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word free to a note so high nobody could reach it. That was deliberate.
It's always a bit odd to celebrate Canada Day and then be reminded of the 4th, days afterward. I haven't been home for an Independence Day in ages, and so this day usually slips by up here unnoticed by most. I'll partially celebrate the day by wearing my "American Psycho" tee, and then end the day by seeing Mamma Mia! on stage.
Everyone enjoy their independence tomorrow -- especially you, Scooter Libby.
