As I posted yesterday, my Rep. voted for the Markey amendment. Yay him.
Unfortunately, when the Markey amendment was defeated, Engel then voted for the let’s-kill-the-Internet bill anyway. Boo him.
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Friday Kittenblogging: Benchwarmers
Before we get to the bench, this one is very cute. I saw them in this amazing position, and got the camera. Me moving around caused Mingo to pick his head up and crane around to watch me. Then he put his head back on his sister. Total awww.
Cuddling
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Llewellyn does a good deed
My publicist at Llewellyn is a cool guy named Steven Pomije. He’s good to work with and I like him.
So I got a little thrill when I read on The Wild Hunt Blog that Steve was involved in a political/educational action, working to have Pagan materials included in the distribution of “religious” materials in a North Carolina school district.
Jason did a good interview with Steve here, but I thought I’d throw in a couple of questions of my own.
Deborah: How has Llewellyn reacted? Do you feel you were supported at work?
Steve: Yeah, 100%. At first I was worried, but in fact I was commended.
Yay Eliot Engel! (Save the Internet redux)
My Congressperson, Eliot Engel, changed his mind and voted for the Markey Amendment. Unfortunately, it didn’t pass.
I’m so glad I contacted Mr. Engel’s office. Who knows but that my letter was the deciding one?
Now the fight goes to the Senate. Our voices can be heard and must be heard. Call or write (or both) your Senator and make your voice heard.
I am not claustrophobic
Tuesday I had an MRI on my neck (“cervical spine” which means “neck”). I had originally scheduled it for Sunday, then I had to reschedule.
So when I schedule it for Sunday, they ask “Are you claustrophic?” I say “no.” When I call back to schedule it for Tuesday, they ask “Are you claustrophic?” I say “no.” When I arrive and start filling out forms, the forms ask “Are you claustrophic?” I say “no.”
Oh, sure, I’ve had a Lincoln Tunnel moment, like everyone else who’s read The Stand (twice), but mostly I like small spaces. I am not nervous in elevators. I like to mummify myself when I’m in bed. (Drove my ex-husband crazy, that did.)
Day of Silence
At school today, Arthur participated in the Day of Silence. He’s a talky kid. He found the silence beautiful. He wore a Day of Silence sticker, and a button that said “With Liberty & Justice For All” with the Statue of Liberty against a rainbow background. Their group had handouts for the teachers explaining their silence.
I am very proud of him.
My take on Tony Snow
In case you care, here’s my take on the big Tony Snow news. I think it’s great. I think it’s good for the American people. No, really.
Unlike his robotic predecessor, Snow has enough personality to make the news more watchable. This has the potential effect of actually getting more Americans to pay attention.
Snow negotiated a much higher level of acess to the President than press secretaries normally have; much more than Puffy McMoonface had. So, if Snow lies to the press, we’ll know he’s lying, not misinformed or out of the loop. (Good for us!) And, we already know that Tony is a mendacious sort, which is sort of a nice cushion; we don’t have to wonder.
Tony Snow has been intensely critical of the President, which is, y’know, fun, and might also lead to some lively press conferences in the future.
Plus, the bonus points of showing up Fox News as the shill it is.
Look, we knew a conservative asshole would be picked. How not? I think this choice offers some meaty extras. It could certainly be worse.
I loves me some Bruce
The crush on Bruce Willis has been there for a while. The impassive he-man with a twinkle in his eye reminds me of my ex. Him, James Caan, all those stoic but not guys with big arms. Also he’s from Jersey.
So I despair whenever I hear about his politics, because as you know, I only date liberals.
So anyway, this week, I read an Empire Online interview with my honey. Here’s the money quote (emphasis added):
Q: You are one of the few major Hollywood stars who are proud to be Republican…
A: Let me stop you right there. I’m a Republican — and everybody write this down because I’m sick of answering this fucking question – only as far as I want a smaller government, I want less government intrusion, I want them to stop pissing on my money and your money, and I want them to be fiscally responsible, and I want these goddamn lobbyists out of Washington. But other than that, I want the government to take care of people who need help, like the half a million kids who are in orphanages right now; they call them foster homes but they’re orphanages. I want them to take care of the elderly and give them free medicine, give them whatever they need. There’s billions and billions of dollars that are just being wasted. Okay? I hate government. I’m apolitical. Write that down. I’m not a Republican. There you go. Now you can finish your question.
See? I am teh happy. My way to him is clear. All systems go.
Why I only date liberals
So one of the really fun things about me is the Internet dating. Not “fun” in the sense of actually enhancing the quality of my life, you understand, but “fun” in the sense of generating amusing stories to tell at the expense of the evil ratholes I occasionally date or (more often) refuse to date.
So one time, I get this contact from a guy who liked my ad. And I look at his ad, and I see that it says that he’s a conservative. Seeing that, I think “nuh-uh.” Just as you would.
I write to the guy, something very similar to the following: “Thanks anyway, but I see that you’re a conservative. I’m a liberal and I don’t think we’re a good match. I don’t think we should pursue this.”
He writes back: “You’re right. We shouldn’t pursue it. Liberals annoy me.”
And I thought, it figures. I write to him with something mutual, something equal for both of us and non-judgemental—we’re not a good match. He answers with something that’s all about him, and is insulting to boot. Frickin’ conservatives.
Y’know, I try to maintain the attitude that good people can choose to be conservative. But it’s Really. Damn. Hard.
