Having caught up in my political blogs, I now find myself perusing Diana Peterfreund's website. From reading the description of Rites of Spring (Break), I wonder - how much sex will there be in the Unicorn book Rampant?

If I ever read Rampant, I think I'll have to do it with buttcheeks clenched....

I hate John Bolton's mustache. It makes him look like my boyfriend in college, who was a Limbaugh fan even back then and before I had the guts to look at someone I was sleeping with and calling them an idiot, and makes me think about the hell I'd have ended up in if I had actually married the man.

So Bolton gives me flashbacks. Plus he just looks evil.

If Bolton gives you the creeps, be cheered up by this letter from Jane Hamsher's nephew.

DCistas - this exhibit at the National Academy of Sciences looks AWESOME.

Neither is the six-figure advance paid for that.

::sobs::

I don't think my foot is broken! I mean, I haven't done anything that would break bones! It just, uh... hurts to put my weight on it?

Anyway. Bless the puppy cam.

She "wishes we had better choices".

We have the best choices we've had at least since Clinton v. Dole in '96, so maybe she's right to just give up on this whole voting idea.

this exhibit at the National Academy of Sciences looks AWESOME.

The syphilis-gonorrheah chick is hot: [link]

Although here [link] it appears syphilis is caused by the Wicked Witch of the West.

I have to go to Trader Joe's at lunch (well, "lunch" -- we can take our lunch hour however we choose, and basically whenever we choose), and so the question is: do I buy champagne now? Or is that a jinx? I could wait until 8:00 or so, when the results are surely going to be obvious, and then run out to the store, but -- I don't want to run out to the store when I could be watching the returns obsessively.

Now, I think. Call it a calculated risk.

You could just buy champagne now to celebrate some non-specific occasion in the future. That should fool any jinx.