Bring Out the Gimp

Arg. Piss. Dammit.

We listened to the debate via streaming audio/video. I really wanted to be there. But I was not. I was in my home - gathered around the computer since we don't have cable. I so miss the time in my life where I actually contributed, rather than yelling from the sidelines. Alas...tonight was not a victory for The Mountains. I really feel that Don Blankcheck is an easy mark. He is not well spoken and he is a moving target for deceit, abuse and corruption. Did Bobby knock it out of the park? No he did not, fans. He gave impassioned debate that fell short and sounded more like Al Gore rhetoric than a Kennedy-worthy event.

I just want to stew in it. My anger. My disappointment. It could have been so easy to relate to West Virginians. But, once you correct ole Don's speech patterns - you get more folk on his side. Bad call, Bobby. You should have left that misspeak chuckle to the 10 people in the auditorium that caught it!

For now, the bits of sound bytes will be torn a part and dissected. I'm hoping that a few good clips raise some awareness and consciousnesses. If not, we are no worse than we were before.
Certainly no better off.

God Bless Annie Leibovitz

Am I offended? Outraged? Suddenly Afraid? Shall I vow to never drink Gatorade again?
(he is a black man, he looks angry, he is wearing a black toboggan)

No I am not. I am delighted. I am having a hard time not wanting to sing BOTH of their praises - him for being that smokin' hot and Annie for being so damned talented as to be given access to the amazing faces she has photographed these past 30 years.

Thank you Annie. Since Tiger Woods first came upon the media scene I have wondered why I never was able to catch a glimpse of him without a shirt. I get to see photos of Matthew McConihotty running in Santa Barbara ALL the time! Tiger is physically attractive. He is fit. And, dare I say it: this is what a world class athlete's body looks like. And, lifting weights is what this athlete must do to stay at the top of his game. Let's face it...he is easy on the eyes and easy to think of as "one of the guys". You would drink a beer with Tiger - if he would drink one with you. And it would be a Coors Light. That is part of his appeal. Has he groomed his media persona so expertly that every racist in Georgia and South Carolina, who would rather spit on than speak to a black neighbor, wears their Nike TW golf gear with pride. It is amazing. He's OK; he's Tiger Woods.

Should I care if my favorite golfer cheats on his wife or has some penchant for young, slinky women? Sex addiction? Narcissistic? Should I care if my favorite late-nite talk show host slept around with his ever-so-willing staff (admit it, he has a quality)? Should I care of my President gets a bj in the Oval Office? Well, now you may have crossed the line - take it to The Comfort Suites like the rest of us. In reality, it seems that rather that watch our media darlings or hero's do good and set solid and inspiring examples, we prefer to laugh as they fall from grace. We feast on TMZ, Perez Hilton, and E! Online until we sit bloated, full of our own self worth and superiority.

I ain't perfect, I do it too. This year, I am going to try to be a little less quick to be secretly pleased that certain famous folk I admire have cracks and flaws. If Tiger Woods walked down Lancaster Avenue and needed directions to Capitol City Gold (locals will get that), I'd plug it into his smart phone for him, grab a Gatorade out of my fridge, a Sharpie, and ask him to autograph the drink and my new issue of Vanity Fair. Then, I would try like hell to get him to take off his shirt!

Better

http://www.iambetteratlife.com/

Are you Better at Life? Better than me? Better than The Taylors? Aaron Zom? Spinster Girl?

Prove it! Or burn in your pathetic hell of a life.

Scrabble Crush: Animal Reflections

Scrabble Crush: Animal Reflections

Fish and Chips and Everything Nice

Vaughn hand-cut, hand-battered and hand-breaded (a lot of hand, I know) cod fillets and freshly peeled potato tonight. He fried it all in oil and lightly salted his crispy treats. No malted vinegar - but a spritz of lemon wasn't bad.

Since it took roughly 2 hours to do this and I was hungry at 6ish...I ended up eating TWICE!

Oh, yeah. His sick ploy to win our contest was to wait until after I had eaten a very healthy and yummy portion of spaghetti (homemade sauce chock full of veggies) and then serve me a few pieces of fish and some frites. WHO can turn down freshly fried potato?

Alas...if I possessed an inking of will power, this would not be an issue.

Lucky for him yesterday was the one year anniversary of his marriage proposal. Does this look like a girl who could get mad at a boy for making fish and chips?

Red to Pink

She has the same scarf (lovingly knitted by her Aunt Heather), but baby-sized. She loves mine. She uses it as a blanket for her baby doll. She walks around the house with it. She trips over it.

I took this picure because I thought she looked so cute. But, now I realize that there are just WAY too many shades of pink in this photo!

It really doesn't get any better than this right here.

Savage Love

While fulfilling my thrice weekly obligation at the gym, I listened to the newest episode of Savage Lovecast. If you have yet to embrace Dan Savage in podcast form, start downloading now. I used to read his column in Salon, but now I get all the tips, indulge my inner gossip and hear the filthy language for free!

I find myself agreeing with him more and more. He is acutely tuned into the psychodrama of both hetero and homo couplings, he has a brilliant bullshit meter, and he uses plain, frank language to describe various instruments of doom. Moreover, he is great at making anal sex sound like fun.

I think his advice for hetero couples is as good as his offerings to his comrades in gay relationships.

Hip Hip Hooray.