The California recall/election, Bitch style...

deborah grabien: At least both propositions went down in flames. Rule of thumb: if Ward Connerly's name is on it, beat it to death with a rock.

Aimée: t puts Ward Connerly's name on brother's forehead

Bitches on the recent CA election:

erikaj:

Arizona thanks y'all. Cause usually we have all the Wacky Election Bullshit.(sorry for getting all technical) Thanks, Golden State, we owe you one. We still have an eye on your water though.

Madrigal Costello:

Yeah, it beats mocking my state for its recall fever which started as a result of a neighborhood club that decided to see if it could get an alderman recalled just for the hell of it. I guess they figured that a good old fashioned mob armed with torches and pitchforks was just too much trouble these days.

Steph L. :

Sure, it's a rerun of Queer Eye, but I got to see Kyan doing bicep curls with dumbbells. Nice arms. Those are good arms to have.

Kyan is Kyute!

Kyan'd make a great merkin.

Yes they are. He's pretty. even if he does get stuck in the bathroom.

But, but, he's a very pretty man who can CLEAN a bathroom! If not for that pesky only-attracted-to-other-men thing, I'd marry him Right Now!

I nattered about a scarily non-technical tech writer who could be working for the government soon, and billytea sent espresso di roma flying all over my keyboard with:

She certainly represents zero risk of cyber-terrorism. Although some of her effects may at first glance appear indistinguishable.

Expectant Cashmere's Halloween costume, from Bitches...

I've also chosen my Halloween costume: I'm covering some sweats with punch cards and going as a Pregnant Chad.

Madrigal, in Natter:

I think I broke the Speak&Swear because it just keeps chanting over and over, "Dude. Bee-atch. Dude. Bee-atch." It sounds like the receiving line at J. Lo and B. Fleck's wedding.

Nicole in Natter, on her dog actually having a cow:

A friend brought over a toy for my dog Bailey today. Cute little small stuffed cow. He sniffed it a few times and then went back to begging for head pats from friend.

He had been ignoring since she left but just now got all playful for some reason. Picking up the cow and throwing it up in the air and such. I threw it down the hallway for him and he retrieved it, holding it in his mouth around the middle.

He was about a foot from me when he squeezed the toy a little harder with his monster jaws and the toy made a mooing noise. "MOOOOO."

My big tough 100 lb. rottweiler/german shephard mix spit the cow out of his mouth, turned tail and ran to my bedroom making high pitched whining noises like a puppy.

Yup. He's tough.

He's still in there. Standing on my bed and barking.

Because both of the Smay men are totally brilliant: Emmett: When I grow up, if I get to be the President, I'm gonna make a rule: No Stupid Voters! ED: From your mouth to God's ears, buddy.

In Bitches:

Phill: I proudly annouce my endorsement for a pair of luscious breasts to be the next governor of the State of California.

Steph: Dude, they just elected *one* boob -- now you want another?

More CA election commentary, in Natter.

Raquel: I can't think of any other elected official whose bare ass I've seen on the big screen.