I'm resigning as a member of the human race

Rep Foxx's remarks have spread around the intertubes like so much manure, but I've managed to avoid actually hearing any of it. But watching Rachel Maddow, I caught it. Maddow had Matthew Sheppard's mother as a guest and had enough class to ask Mrs Sheppard for permission to play the clip. I would have added an apology on behalf of the human race, but that's just me.

The perfect storm of homophobic bullshit this week has left me... well, as angry as a person who just lost a good friend and has a father recieving a blood transfusion and levaquin can really be. How can it possibly be any of anyone's business who sleeps with whom, who has what kind of kiny sex with whom, as long as the act are consensual and private?

Some days you're the pigeon...

And today, I'm the statue. Found out day before yesterday that a good SCA friend passed - colon cancer. And today i find out that dad has an infection and low white cell count. He's getting ready for a trandfusion now. Fun.

Note to self

The locally raised, grass fed beef from the local health food store is DIVINE - seriously, some of the best food I've had in awhile. But the swelling throat afterward? Not so great. Evidently what ever the hell I'm allergic to locally got concentrated in that delicious, wonderful beef. Phooey.

Tuesday Update

Dad's been having a lot of weakness/tiredness issues lately. Since he breezed through chemo the last time, we were all kinda terrified that he was either having a bad reaction to the chemo (indicative of a poor prognosis) or the brain tumor were expanding (see previous). He had a regular appointment with the oncologist today, and it turns out he has anemia. Praise Maude! Okay, not so much, because he has to get up arse early to get a blood transfusion tomorrow, but anemia can be fixed. Everything else seems okay, even perpetually gloomy 'if you really think you need treatment' Cancer Doctor Lady seemed pleased, and he gets another round of chemo next week. Remission is looking ever more possible.

One of These Things is Not Like the Other

Comcast interrupted a 2AM showing of the Papal Easter Mass with Girls Gone Wild ads in Pennsylvania. (source)

I'm not sure I can add anything - the funny pretty much flows naturally.

Nerdvana

I just watched the latest Dr Who special. Not quite legally, you understand, but what is law in the face of nerdvana? It really and truly rocked - the former Bionic Woman, Michelle Ryan, was amazing as Lady Christine de Souza, a cat thief with a mysterious past. She held her own with the Doctor, which isn't something any of his previous companions have been able to do. Donna gave him what for, but she was an open book. Christine, on the other hand, has as many secrets as the Doctor. She's also snarky, rude and not even remotely repectful to the good Doc - somelthing I think he needs desperately. There are allusions aplenty to the return of The Master, one of my least favorite Who villans, but all in all, I'm looking forward to the next special later this year.

I <3 Harry Dresden

Just finished the latest Dresden Files Book: Turncoat. It's really quite good, tying up some loose ends from the previous books, while leaving a bunch of mysteries to be solved. My only gripe is that Jim Butcher seems to be vying with Kim Harrison for the Mercedes Lackey Award for Gratuitous Character Torture. I still adore Harry - he's geniunely good guy with a wicked sense of humor and a great bunch of backup characters.

All Hail the Pizza Lord!

The truth hurts

Cheering Fans, Thrilling NCAA Tournament Disgusts BCS Officials

Is it kind of sad that I don't follow college football very much and both know of and deeply hate the BCS system? Because it may not be the stupidest idea ever perpetrated by humankind, it has to rank right up there.

Confession Time

I am a klutz. I regularly bang my legs into objects that I normally avoid without thinking. I trip, I fall, I get really amazing bruise/abrasion combos when trying to separate frozen burgers... Thie list goes on and on. I really need to live on the first floor, because stairs just seem to confound me. I dman near fell down the last three steps tonight after tripping on a shoe.

I have a feeling...

A really, really good feeling. For no particular reason. Dad's still sick, I've stll got not-migraines, etc. But I suddenly feel like a five ton weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Maybe I'm just reacting to the obvious signs of spring - the crocuses, grass growing, having to rakeup all the leaves that were hidden under the snow... It's good feeling.