billytea: Yeah. Last therapy visit, I added up my stress sources over the last year. It equalled the stress from 3.8 deaths of spouses.

Not only am I having a rough year, the only people who understand my pain are in certain breakaway sects in Utah.

Ginger: And even those sects have trouble coming up with .8 of a spouse.

billytea: Nah. "I'd like you to meet the little woman."

Allyson:

I promise, when Bush wins, the world will keep turning. I work for NASA, and I know this to be true. We have lots of data to back us up.

aurelia:

We're gonna need a bigger handbasket.

y'all are eloquent in your pain:

Holli: My porn-and-frosting cure is not working, dammit.

This country really shouldn't have problems too big for rainbow chip frosting to fix.

Anne W.: I think I'm going to allow myself to feel bewildered and hopeless until, say, Thanksgiving. After that, righteous anger and a driving sense of purpose.

Nilly: Life is stronger than anything. Nilly "Natter 29: Got Title?" Nov 3, 2004 2:10:10 am PST

Matt the Bruins fan:

What gets me is that I don't feel robbed by this - it's not some shadowy conspiracy of Republican thugs sneaking around and fixing the elections (well, except maybe in Florida). It's that previously unsuspected millions of my fellow Americans popped up to say that they think the most incompetent, short-sighted, willfully manipulative and divisive President of my lifetime is doing a peachy job destroying everything that made this country great and they want 4 more years of the same.

It's not pleasant to wake up and realize that your best bet to see positive change from your government is for the Rapture to occur within the next few years.

Consuela:

I have to admit, it's amazing to me that this Democratic party, which is so middle-of-the-road as to be toothless, is considered such a threat by the conservatives in the middle of the country. Kerry won't come out for gay marriage, hasn't proposed anything close to universal health care, and basically has taken stands to the right of Clinton, who wasn't exactly Eugene Debs either.

It's not Kerry the conservatives are afraid of: it's us. The wacko quasi-socialist gay-friendly porn-writing computer-using international-friendly hyperliterate folks on the coasts.

It amazes me that a 39-year-old single professional woman with a dog, a very small house, and too many books, is such a threat to so many people.

DavidS , in Natter:

Scenario: Tip O'Neill's hanging out at the gates of heaven, having a smoke. Satan walks by and says, "Tip, how'd you like to see the Red Sox win the World Series. I can pull a few strings."

Tip gives him the stinkeye. "...And?"

Satan, "Bush gets four more years."

"Awww, fuck that. Get out of here before I call St. Michael on ya."

"Hear me out. They come back from three down against the Yankees in the playoffs. Then they totally humiliate them."

"No w-....Hmmm. Three down you say?"

Anne W, Lost:

"Do you know what's in this cocoon?"

"Uh, an anvil?"

NovaChild in Bitches on politics:

I can hear the slogans now:

My daddy ran the Country,
My brother ran it too,
Vote for me in 2008
And I'll fight a war for you!

In Bitches, some literary humor to start the morning:

Betsy HP:

There's a lot of that going on. "An Irish Air-man Foreseese His Death" (which I've always loved) is about Lady Gregory's son, who, whoops, died. (I forget if he died first then poem or poem first, then died. One likes to think the first or Lady Gregory would have had a right to be miffed. At Yeats, not the son.

Burrell:

Betsy, the young man died first. The poem was meant as a tribute to him.

Betsy HP:

It's a fabulous poem. If you're going to lose your only son, it's a good thing to have Yeats around.

Jen:

Hell, if you're only going to the bathroom, it's a good thing to have Yeats around.

Betsy HP:

Back off! Do not pee on the Irish poet laureate!

Polter-Cow:

Things fall apart, the bladder cannot hold.