Allyson, when the kitten thing was at its height, DeMoriel said, "Will it matter in five years?"

Clearly, the objectification of women will. Ripping new ones for the idiots with whom you're arguing won't.

Plus, you're a famous author now, baby. You've got to protect your reputation.

Cindy, why on earth are you up? Everything OK?

Everything is fine, but I took a way too long nap this afternoon, and threw off my antibiotic schedule, and have a sinus headache/migrainey sort of thing. TV was cheesing me off, so I figured I'd check in, here.

It is hard to point and laugh when it is people you might have to deal with on a daily basis.

Oh no. I'm with you. Bleeding heart, tree hugging, pinko, feminist liberal from the south and living in Texas. It's just that I'm a smug asshole most of the time, so I muddle through.

I read the blog of our local paper. The sheer number of things these people write. And they think the couple of people who are on their board who say things like, "I don't like the war either, but does that Sheehan woman have to make such a scene?!?" are their liberal voices that balance out the five or so hardcore conservatives- with, it must be said, one dissention in the ranks as far as the war goes, but other than that, he hates us dirty hippies too.

I tried to explain to a woman yesterday, that perhaps waiting around to marry a rich guy so you can sit around and watch his snotty nosed kids while he has an actual life, and then if you decide you maybe don't like being his housemaid and nanny and emotional caregiver, you can't leave because he makes all the money, was maybe not the best use of your relatively young life...I was met with blinking and staring. Thus the laughing and pointing. Keeps me sane.

I think I have a reputation for being a fool on the net. Heh.

Okay, slowly coming down off the ledge with my cricket bat.

I would go to bed, but have to wait for the dryer to finish. Fifteen more minutes.

I am going to think about how I'm driving up the coast with Kristen to stay in a swank hotel and go to Wondercon.

I have no scotch, but I have my father's homemade wine!

I can bring my own! It's cask strength, which apparently gets me drunk in two glasses instead of my usual six. (Well, six plus some Jager shots).

Allyson, what they all said.

sara, nbc.com is your friend.

Daisy, I need to get you some Fernet.

Everything is fine, but I took a way too long nap this afternoon, and threw off my antibiotic schedule, and have a sinus headache/migrainey sort of thing.

Ugh. I wish the universe would cut you some slack. Feel better/sleepy soon.

I can bring my own! It's cask strength, which apparently gets me drunk in two glasses instead of my usual six. (Well, six plus some Jager shots).

Woo hoo! The guest bedroom is all ready for you. Two cats and a beagle may end up as your sleeping companions.

Papa's wine will throw you for a loop. It's so damn good, but only slightly less potent than rocket fuel. My own tolerance has dropped dramatically since I stopped tending bar on a regular basis at my parents' place. I may have an aversion to paying exhorbitant amounts for good liquor.

I have got to go to SF if only to hang with juliana. Seriously.

I think I have a reputation for being a fool on the net. Heh.

Yeah, right after I posted to you, Denise found an old post I made at the Beta, during the Kitten jihad. I ripped someone named, "DISGUSTED" a new one. I didn't remember it until Denise found it, but now I do, and it felt good, so what the heck do I know.

Maria, what are you doing up this late?