A few random things ...
Mar. 24th, 2007 12:56 pm-- Sweet Charity ends tonight. C'mon, y'all, pony up. :)
-- Go vote in Kristin's Save Our Show poll! I'm kind of begging and pleading for you guys to vote for Supernatural, particularly if you don't have any other horse you're rooting for or yours has a better chance. *bats eyelashes*
-- Bush reaffirms support of Gonzales. Does he make a list of his options for every decision he has to make and purposely make the wrong one EVERY time? Does he think you win a prize if you're the worst president ever?
-- A Texas legislator has proposed that pregnant women considering abortion be offered $500 not to end their pregnancies. Republican State Sen. Dan Patrick, who also is a conservative radio talk show host, said Friday the money might persuade the women to go ahead and have babies, then give them up for adoption. Otherwise known as the, "Hey, whores, sell your infants!" plan. Is it too difficult for these people to wrap their thick brains around the concepts that not all women who get abortions are unworthy of raising a child, that women might want to raise their own damn children, and that maybe if they made it easier for women to do so they might have more success? If I got pregnant I wouldn't consider anything other than keeping it regardless of what the conception entailed, but it's being able to afford it would be the problem.
-- I have been watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels. Someone make Nick Simmons stop being cute, funny and younger than my brother.
-- Okay, it was terribly mean, but the woman who was working with Jess and I last night on the same machine barely did any work whatsoever all night long and once bitched loudly about keeping a fan blowing directly on us that made us both awfully sick just so she could have a pleasing breeze where she stood all the way at the other end of the damn machine, so when she came back from the bathroom last night with toilet paper hanging out of her pants we didn't tell her.
-- The cat is draped over my lap like a slug. Except, you know, furrier. Unless the slug had rolled around in lint or hair and wow, did that comparison run away from me into some really gross territory.
-- Go vote in Kristin's Save Our Show poll! I'm kind of begging and pleading for you guys to vote for Supernatural, particularly if you don't have any other horse you're rooting for or yours has a better chance. *bats eyelashes*
-- Bush reaffirms support of Gonzales. Does he make a list of his options for every decision he has to make and purposely make the wrong one EVERY time? Does he think you win a prize if you're the worst president ever?
-- A Texas legislator has proposed that pregnant women considering abortion be offered $500 not to end their pregnancies. Republican State Sen. Dan Patrick, who also is a conservative radio talk show host, said Friday the money might persuade the women to go ahead and have babies, then give them up for adoption. Otherwise known as the, "Hey, whores, sell your infants!" plan. Is it too difficult for these people to wrap their thick brains around the concepts that not all women who get abortions are unworthy of raising a child, that women might want to raise their own damn children, and that maybe if they made it easier for women to do so they might have more success? If I got pregnant I wouldn't consider anything other than keeping it regardless of what the conception entailed, but it's being able to afford it would be the problem.
-- I have been watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels. Someone make Nick Simmons stop being cute, funny and younger than my brother.
-- Okay, it was terribly mean, but the woman who was working with Jess and I last night on the same machine barely did any work whatsoever all night long and once bitched loudly about keeping a fan blowing directly on us that made us both awfully sick just so she could have a pleasing breeze where she stood all the way at the other end of the damn machine, so when she came back from the bathroom last night with toilet paper hanging out of her pants we didn't tell her.
-- The cat is draped over my lap like a slug. Except, you know, furrier. Unless the slug had rolled around in lint or hair and wow, did that comparison run away from me into some really gross territory.