Electric Kisses

So, one evening Jeff & I engaged in a full-on-the-lips kiss, there was generated (heh, get it?) a visual and auditory electrical spark. Now although I would like to think that we're so hot for each other that the physical world was giving testimony to our love, I figure it was actually because of the extra-dry air in our apartment.

Depressing...

...is this article in the Post today about the prevalence of HIV among African American women. (Insert sarcasm here) Um, I'm sure it's my fault in some way for being a whitey or semi-whitey, rich (although no car, no kids, no home-ownership), well-educated (Look! I can actually balance my checkbook!) that Af-Am women are ALLOWING themselves to become infected with HIV. You just know that I'll be paying for more social programs so that Af-Am women feel better about themselves can say "no glove, no love." Wait a minute - that phrase would be too white and elitist and not fully respectful of their culture! Mea maxima culpa!(end sarcasm here) Read the damn article yourself! I'm now very depressed!

And the thing, dear readers, is that I can't manage to have any sympathy at all for these folks. I mean you need to be pretty blankety-blank stupid to insist on unprotected sex with a guy who's TOLD you he's HIV+.

And another thing, how can anyone in their right mind find a crackhead jailbird remotely attractive? Enough to have unprotected sex with him for two years. Sounds like a real catch! Where can I find one?

You know, it must be nice to be that cluelessly stupid and reckless, just going with whatever impulse you have in life. And I mean both the "men" and the "women" in question. Well, ok, now, why should I (or any taxpayer) wish to drop more money for these self-perpetuating social programs to treat and sustain these infected and infectious people and their bastard (and equally infected) progeny - when so many of them will NEVER take responsibility for their actions, will NEVER teach their children anything worth knowing and the problem will just go on and on?

My final word for today on this is that HIV is not like Smallpox - you can't get it just by being in the same room with someone - AND the ways to prevent HIV infection are REALLY simple.

I GIVE UP

I just read an article that my honey sent me which analyzed Bush's plan for "privatized" Social Security accounts. Let me make this as clear as I possibly can: Bush's plan has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with:

-privatization
-personal retirement savings accounts
-individualized anything
-actual benefit to the taxpayer who would opt-in

Brass Tacks (or Tax, get it, huhhuh): The plan would allow individuals to invest up to 4% (up to a cap of $1,000/yr) of their SS taxes in a "personal" account which would offer more or less the same type of investment vehicles as the Thrift Savings Plan (stock funds, bond funds, mixed funds, and the like). So far so good, then comes the kicker: upon retirement, the individual would be able to receive any money over 3%. So...the government would get a cut of 3% right off the top. Why? Something to do with leveling the playing field for those who opt out of the plan and collect the guaranteed benefit only. WHAT?! WHY? They've CHOSEN to opt out and that should not effect a penalty on the part of the "opt-inners." Also, as you might expect, the O/Is' guaranteed benefit is reduced by some as-yet unspecified amount.

The way I read it is that if your gains totalled 3%, then you would have gained NOTHING over the traditional Social Security plan - because THE GOV'T has taken a cut because THEY CAN. This is a TERRIBLE plan and WOULD NOT give participants ANY REAL advantage. This CANNOT be construed as a personal savings account in any sense of the word, because savings accounts don't generally take away money you've earned. This is not privatization because again, you don't get to keep all you've earned; you choose the funds, but have NO control over the extortion.

Gaack. More BIG GOVERNMENT - and from a Republican! Shameful!

NB: Let's see if I can come up with a link to the article I read.

Damn you, Winter!

I've got it! I have Seasonal Affective Disorder (heh: SAD)! That, or I'm really a bear and desperately need to hibernate. I just want to sleep. It's cold and yucky here. Wahhh...Zzzzzz. Oh, wait a minute, I have to work to sustain our expensive and very comfortable cave-I mean-apartment. Damn. Damn work, damn Winter, damn cold. I also must have Work Affective Syndrome Terminal Ennui (snort! - WASTE), 'cause this whole work just isn't lighting my fire.

Well, here's a really good blog by a gal who was actually fired because of something she wrote on her blog. Funny & good story-teller.

Michelle Malkin's Hate Mail

Ok, I know what I just posted but I must put a link to this - Michelle shares some of the truly heinous hate mail she's rec'd of late. It's truly vile & leads one to wonder - what kind of people have the time and compulsion to write this kind of stuff? Who are they? Can we excise them from the human race now? It's truly edifying to see the dregs the left calls its own.

Piss-Poor Blogging

Because of my evident inability to blog on a frequent basis, I've decided to commit to a once weekly post. Quality (hopefully) rather than quantity. Let's see how that works out...

Idiot Motorists & My (2nd) Brush with Death

Those of you idiot motorists out there (and you know who you are) who don't bother to check the crosswalk when turning - be warned! I'm going on a pedestrian jihad!

Last night I was almost run over by one of you, who evidently didn't notice the red light or the little white walkie man giving me the friggin' RIGHT OF WAY. It took you several seconds and your car bumping into me...I guess eventually you would have had to have noticed...to realize there was a living adult human crossing in front of you. Ah, but I'm sure whatever was causing you to rush on a Sunday night -booze, stupidity, lust, some dumb reality show, all of the above - was MUCH more important than traffic safety.

My first brush with death occurred catty-corned to this incident. Jeff and I were crossing the street, me bringing up the rear, when some asshead was turning while looking the other way. I was on his hood before he noticed. Jeff read him the riot act but good! That was actually funny.

The moral of this story is that just because you didn't maim/kill me these two times doesn't mean the next time - oh, and I'm sure there will be a next time - it won't happen. So...be warned, you stupid, brain-dead motorists - the next time I cross the street after dark, I'm carrying a bat!

Nutrition Alert: Eat Your Fiber!

There's a great article in the Post today about the positive effects of fiber. Now, I see friends and coworkers push aside veggies and the like. For shame! One point is that many chronic ailments can be aleviated or totally avoided by getting enough dietary fiber. Your health and well-being is in large part up to you. Read the article for the whole story.

Slow Moving Humanoids

You're leaving work after a long day & hitting the metro to get home, ie, free time. Now, what makes you slow down, to the point of sluggishness, to the point of bovinity, ambling with no purpose, as if you were taking a stroll? Now, I'm tired after work, but I still muster enough energy to scurry thru the metro system and manage not to form a human bottleneck. I manage not to forget that there are people behind me who wish to get home too. I just don't understand it.

Some good things

-Bottled water frozen just to the point of having ice crispies.

-Finding a lucky quarter.

-Chocolate with kirschwasser pockets. Trust me.

-Sequels that don’t suck (see Aliens for further reference).

-Metro workers that wish you a nice day (they exist – who knew?!).

-Clothes Swaps - "new clothes," no guilt.

Movie Review: Blade Trinity

Ok, there are so many things wrong with this movie, starting with the fact that even though they had a huge budget and two solidly entertaining prequels, the makers couldn’t manage to make a decent film. I actually yawned half-way through it. The characters were ½ dimensional. The dialogue was irritating. The baddies were irritating. The Big Bad wasn’t that compelling, big or bad. Kris Kristopherson was wasted, Wesley Snipes looked bored. Can we just say the great washerboard abs displayed by the male Scoobie wasn’t quite enough to make me feel good about the $6.50 I paid to see this movie. I mean, it had some neat fight scenes and gadgets (the Blade boomerang, the fold-up laser batleth). But in the words of my Scooter, it’s sad when a TV show (Angel) with 1/80th of the budget does a better and more creative fight scene. Oh, and the vampires are better too. Yup.

Some movie reviews

Lately, I've watched 2 new films: "Saw" & "Sponge Bob Square Pants."

"Saw" is hyped one of those suspense-morality tales that I love to watch. But while it had some excellent atmospherics (sets) and a potentially interesting premise, it ultimately dragged and fell flat. And the actors, including Cary Elwes, just weren't up to the task. If you want to see an excellent morality tale, with all the atmospherics, well-acted, and totally creepy, watch/rent/buy "Seven."

"Sponge Bob" didn't have any aspirations to be more than it was - a silly, fun, kiddie cartoon - but one with nice messages - going out on a limb for someone else, the value of friendship, believing in oneself. I was entertained.

So effective, it even kills the "mother"...

Evidently, RU-486 is not quite the wonder drug lauded by the pro-abortion types. Hat tip to Michelle Malkin for link to this article.

Update: My adorable Scooter & I had a lively discussion (reads: heated debate) about this article, specifically that (his point) RU-486 is actually safe & effective and that's the fault of the neglectful healthcare folks that women die from RU-486-related ailments. Here's my take:
1. Conceded. Neglect was involved by healthcare professionals in many cases of adverse effects noted in the article.
2. Conceded. My motives in our discussion were suspect: I personally don't want abortions to be any easier than they already are, and I'm not that concerned with dumbasses who die while killing their unborn young.
3. Follow this logic: use contraception as directed, insist your partner uses a condom, no pregnancy, therefore nothing to kill or infect, including oneself. Got it? Anyone with 2 little neurons to rub together understands this and follows suit.
4. For the sake of argument, though, if the manufacturers, abortionistas, and medical establishment are going to market and recommend this product as a safe & effective alternative to surgical abortion, than it should be actually so. Even though neglect was evident with Planned Parenthood, there are risks of serious complications even when administered properly. Does that sound absolutely safe to you? And regarding effectiveness, evidently in only 60% of RU-486 administrations is the full abortion achieved (so says the article). A second drug must be administered to make sure all the little bits and pieces of the destroyed child are expelled. Even then, some women must still undergo a surgical abortion to complete the ghastly task.

You've come a long way, baby!

Oh Canada!

IMAO has a very funny/sick post about Bush's trip to Canada. Go read the whole thing here. You just gotta laugh.

Just when you thought...

...people couldn't get any lower or more depraved, I read this in the Post yesterday. A woman prostitutes her 13-year-old daughter in exchange for free rent and to support her cocaine habit. Ok now, this begs the question, why didn't she prostitute herself instead of her daughter? Not the ideal choice, but it's like, "oh, I have no money for rent because I spent it all on cocaine...let's see, what do I have around here that could bring some street value? Ah! I have it! My adolescent daughter - why men, including my boyfriend - really prefer underage girls to a used hag like me! Brilliant!" This heinous creature is getting only 3 years in prison for her deeds. I myself prefer the "tazing until dead" choice of punishment. Ah well, if there's any justice, maybe she'll be used in prison like she allowed her young daughter to be, only with creative means of penetration. Just saying...

I want to scream...

That's it. I can't elaborate. Just want to scream, then quit. Don't you hate it when you can't just quit because you need to pay rent and buy food? I hate that.

Performance Evaluations

I just finished my annual performance self-evaluation. I detest these things, but, as they say, the sooner you start the sooner you finish. Done. It's such an artificial format and you KNOW there are pertinent things you just can't bring up. Here are a few questions and a few choice responses that did not appear on my self-evaluation:

Q: What can you do to improve your performance and value to the organization?
A: Nothing. I'm perfect as is.

Q: What can you do to improve customer service to the rest of the organization?
A: Nothing. They're a bunch of rat bastards who never met a deadline they didn't break or a requirement they didn't ignore. And let's not even talk about last minute "fire drills"! The real question is "what can the rest of the organization do to prevent my wrath?"

Q: What are your goals for the coming year?
A: To raise enough money to quit this job and go back to school for something unrelated. Hehe, just kidding. No I'm not.

Q: What makes you an asset to the organization?
A: If you need to ask, you haven't been paying attention. Go, be free in your ignorance, but still give me a raise.

Ok, enough already, but if you have some other good ideas, feel free to share them with the royal Us in the comment section.

Ok, it's official...

...I am a dorkus magnus. I went to Spanish class today, then to Fresh Fields...came home, looked in the mirror...and only then did I realize that I had two, very dissimilar earrings on. I ask Jeff, did you notice this? He hadn't until that moment. No one mentioned a thing all day. I am a dork. I embrace this. Otherwise, I'd be mortified. Thankfully, I put on matching shoes and my shirt was on the right way.

Whew! Am I relieved!

Bush won; Kerry conceded. No drawn-out BS, no sore losing. Hopefully no one out there is going to be saying "Bush stole the election" for another 4 more years. Yes, I'm relieved.

Yesterday at the polls was thankfully very calm & as you might expect, well-attended. We arrived there at about 5:50am and there was a substantial line. Our little polling place gets kudos for organization & proper identification procedures. The officials made sure that even in the packed little gymnasium, the lines (A-L, M-Z & cleared for voting) were discrete and proper. Also, the touch-screen machines are a cinch to use with bold, simple directives, even to the blind and caffeine-deprived like me. You can even move back and check your answers on previous screens.

Ok, now, Mr. President, are you going to do something real to secure our borders this time around? Are you going to play "Spending like a Democrat" some more? There are other questions, but I must earn a living. Mewl, mewl, mewl.

I'm really here, I really have thoughts...really!

Ok, we found the missing higher-order remote control deep inside the couch. Funny, I thought I looked there - sly boots!

Speaking of boots, the honey & I will be in line to vote muy temprano tomorrow morning, and if either of us are accosted by some left-wing wack job because we're not the aforementioned and we ARE voting for Bush, you'll become well-acquainted with a steel-toed version thereof in your nether regions. Translation: I do not suffer fools easily, especially violent fools - you are warned.

On the way to the metro this morning I came across something I hadn't previously: a Bush campaigner. I can't tell you how many times I've been asked, "do you want to help elect John Kerry." No, fool, I'd rather extract all of my own teeth. But I digress. I thought it was another one of those, but pleasantly surprised. I think I heartened the lad by saying that I was voting for Bush. He seemed relieved.

Anyway, go vote tomorrow & be safe. For that matter, better go in packs!