Well, not my fancy hardly-wears. The left side of my closet is sacrosanct.

This reminds me, I have to go through the wardrobe where the velvet stuff lives (the real velvet, not the stretch velvet) and try things on, then possibly have another wardrobe sale.

It's all purple right now.

But it's not quite the right purple. There's a bit too much white in it -- the plum isn't plummy enough. Mulberry's just weird.

I see shopping with ita in the future!

There's going to be some systematic work to be done, but I need to stabilise my weight first, and perhaps reconsider my relevantly recent decision to buy clothes whose fit is important (unless there's lycra involved, bless).

I'm "project managing" a conference call right now where people really should be listening to one guy and revising documents based on his requirements, but damn! They keep trying to argue with him. He's way more immovable than they are irresistible. And I want this con call done at one.

"We," Ham exclaims to the assembled, "are taking the dinosaurs back from the evolutionists!" And everybody cheers.

If I were there, I would have booed.

...a pastor named Ray Mummert delivers the line that both ends our tour and, in every real sense, sums it up:

"We've been attacked," he says, "by the intelligent, educated segment of the culture."

...

However, the rise of Idiot America today represents—for profit mainly, but also, and more cynically, for political advantage and in the pursuit of power—the breakdown of a consensus that the pursuit of knowledge is a good. It also represents the ascendancy of the notion that the people whom we should trust the least are the people who best know what they're talking about.

We are doooooooommmmmed....

You know what is annoying? When late paperwork spends 3 weeks on someone's desk (nagging ongoing), and then when the paperwork is reviewed? It is rejected for irritating reasons and must be redone.

If you wanted me to redo it, why didn't you say so three weeks ago?? This is paperwork that is 6 weeks late, by the bye.

And the person waiting for the paperwork? Of course she'll yell, but you can't tell someone that high up the ladder that it is literally not your fault because it spent 3 weeks unlooked-at on your boss's desk. Grrrr!

Why am I not allowed to yell? When is it my turn?

I'm separating out my hardly wears -- by wearing it, and seeing if I feel good at having hauled it out of the closet.

I keep putting things on, and realizing... No. I'm trying not to put those things back in the closet/shelves.

You know what? I am employed in the wrong business. I need to go work for a sleezy corporation or politician or something. Because I can spin. Without even meaning to. I mean, I just came out of a review in which I basically said, work is routine, I don't have enough to do, it isn't that hard, looking like the fucking savior of the western world, or at least central B'more. And I'm not sure how that happened. @@ Such a fraud.

Of course, I just got an email telling me to expect a freaking wall of smoke to hit the outside of my building and a very strong odor of diesel smoke, so maybe it all balance out.

Because, sarameg, you don't want to disappoint. The same reason I agree to do things that I have no interest in doing. "Will you teach this extra class of kids, losing the only time you have off all day?" Sure!

I want to make a shirt that has a take out cup of coffee on it that says "caffeinated and pink...FEAR ME" on it.

"I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: if there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city."

Don't turn to FEMA either.

Who does that leave?

Um.

I think that leaves Boy Scout Troop 442. And that's the troop with Mikey "Snotsucker" McGruder. And it's led by Mr. Thurmond who everybody knows is a secret drinker and is having an affair with Mrs. Horowitz, the 5th grade teacher. And their brightest scout, Jeffrey Kingman has failed to achieve the "Knot tying" badge four times, even after Mr. Thurmond said he'd accept "tying your shoe".

So, you know...Dover's fucked.

A reader alerts us to news of Pat Robertson's latest fatwa: Calling down the Almighty exact revenge for the town of Dover, Pa. tossing out the school board who mandated that "intelligent design" (i.e. "magic") be taught in schools. "I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: if there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city." [link]

Yeah, that's weird since Intelligent Design has NOTHING AT ALL to do with creationism.

Because, sarameg, you don't want to disappoint.

That and I don't care to point out what a big slacker I am....