but I was looking forward to seeing Harry Potter and THBP this month. They always come out in November, IIRC.
When did it get pushed back to July?
Didn’t I just see the trailer in the theatre? Saying that I was going to get to enjoy HBP in November? Like, w/ my turkey?
Paint me disappointed.
Just makes the nasty bruise in the crook of my arm a little more irritating for some reason.
*grumblesfucklesgrumbles*
so off I go to Pearl Harbor to have more labs done today.
I was supposed to do this Monday, but apparently it was more important for my stomach to asplode and for me to spend the day crapping instead.
I fucking hate fasting blood tests.
And there was much rejoicing…
I base my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch.
~Gilda Radner
Word. Only for me, that also extends to underwear. If it looks good, I will buy it, but if it itches, it will find a new home, stat.
And it is the best, b/c it is bestowed upon my humble blog by one of the best people out there!
Of course, as with every Bloggy Award, there are A Few Rules. They are, forthwith:
Now that the formalities are out of the way, on to the good stuff.
I pass this award on to:
Teh Portly Dyke, who in all of her portly dykiness keeps me learnin’ and laughin’.
Renee of Womanist Musings. For never failing to stretch the the way I think.
The Red Queen of Elizabitchez. Ours is a long history of mutual blog stalking throughout all of Bloglandia. Not a troll is safe when we combine our powers against you.
Tobes of Hear Me Roar. She will take a rape apologist to task.
Cecelia from Ojibway Migisi Bineshii, bringing attention to Native News and Women’s stories.
Wear it proudly, all you who receive it! I know I will!
And, thanks, Pido.
Every now and again we all need some cheering…
When I found out that BSR had a Buffy addiction to rival my own that he was also passing on to his children, I knew that we were going to be good friends. I didn’t expect we would be Phriends.
It was pretty much a slippery slope from there, but in a totally good way.
BSR is great for an email chat if you are down. He is thoughtful when you need good advice, even when he is going through emotional turmoil of his own.
He has friggin’ adorable children, and that is another reason to admire him, he is truly one of the truly great single fathers I have encountered. He doesn’t want a cookie for doing something special, he does what he does b/c he is a good parent, and he knows it is a tough job. For that alone, he truly is a diamond in the rough.
He will send you things randomly for your birthday. He is cool like that, and even though the Spalding Gray book he sent me made me cry full blub in the doctor’s office where I was reading it, I still consider him a great Phriend for thinking of me.
Strangely enough, he likes music that was popular from my wheelhouse (yes, I do believe that I am the baby of this group of Phriends), so when I noticed that he likes No Doubt, I figured, What the Hay, I could post a video that was one of my favorites from then, and I would bet it would bring him a smile.
BSR, I can’t begin to imagine what you are going through, but please know that you now have and will always have Phriends here, in Bloglandia, and even in Meatworld. None of us are more than an email away.
One for K Edition!
A late edition for my dear Phriend who needs some cheering. There will be more of this. I should have posted this last night…but please enjoy this anyway!
If you read here a lot, and enjoy the links I not so infrequently drop to Shakesville, that haven in the shitstorm of things that don’t make sense, please consider swinging over there and showing some love, in comments or otherwise. Our blogmistress is a damn fine human being, which, to horribly paraphrase her own words, is a statement which is so simple it is inversely proportionate to the awesomeness that it is meant to convey.
She has inspired me, and there are times that I have read her writing that I have felt like she was speaking to me personally (in a totally not creepy way). When people we appreciate need us, we should do our damnedest to reach out to them. ’Liss fights the good fight, armed w/ a huge fucking teaspoon in an ocean of carelessness. What she does is changing lives and doing that Great Big Thing I believe in, making this planet a better place for those on it and the world a better place for those in it.
While I appreciate her need for time away from Shakesville last week, it was a serious void in my life. I am glad to have her back.
Go show her your love. She is far beyond worthy of it.
The woman who brought us the detachable vagina (*want*) and taught us to think before we speak, has once again warmed the cockles of where my heart used to be.
Congrats to General Ann E. Dunwoody.
In a year where we saw some very public battles to crack the glass ceiling in politics, Dunwoody quietly shattered the military’s “brass” ceiling.
Women make up only about 14 percent of the active duty force, with an even smaller fraction at the top.
Rock the fuck on.
But, for discussion, I want to know what you think of a comment by an anonymous male General, who says it’s a shame that w/ her accomplishments that the focus is on her gender.
I think that if it is 2008 and we are just now seeing the first female four star anything, that says a lot by itself. I applaud her, b/c being prior service, I know she has probably had to work twice as hard to be half as noticed.
Off topic, I might just have a wee bit of a girl crush on CNN’s Campbell Brown.
Please stop destroying Izzy Stevens.
She is my favorite character, and she started out kick ass. She overcame a lot to become a surgeon, but every time she makes a step forward you write some emotional bullshit meant to derail her into embarrassment.
This new story arc w/ Denny’s ghost appearing to her as real has got to stop. This is not going to end well.
Stop fucking w/ Izzy. Bring back Rockstar Izzy.
Kthxbai.
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