Le Nub, my sister just called and I lost the long post I wrote. And I just found the Sununu comment.
Let me just boil my comment down to racism makes as much sense to me as deciding to hate all people who are left or right handed. I KNOW there are layers and layers to racism and xenophobia, I know it's not a simple thing, and yet...it's so fucking ILLOGICAL to me. It offends me.
ETA: I understand hate. But one should, if one must hate, hate a person for something personal -- stealing your spouse, killing your dog, whatever. Skin color? It's like "Oooh, all people who like jeggings should not be able to vote because they are clearly dumb." I GET ethnic and cultural tensions, et. al., and know that's a part of it, and runs very deeply in some people, and often for good reason. But often, I just want to be a goddess for a day and fucking cluestick the shit out of a shitton of people.
And now, I am going to look at puppies or something for a few minutes and get back to work.
Woo hoo! My vote counted! Oh Florida, may you get it right some day.
I have to say--that minorities mourning Romney tumblr is giving me great pleasure--it's so fun to send to people and get back "I refreshed a few times...and then I got it."
Earlier in the week, my mother asked if I had voted. I told her, of course, the working conditions of porn actors are very important to me. I'm impressed it took her this long to ask "WTF?" Once I'd explained it to her, though, she was totally on my side of "why is workplace safety even up for a vote?" I thought she might be weird about it, but a decent amount of my sister's work is about getting people to don the love glove, so maybe not.
For all I know my mother's been campaigning for safer sex. I find it really difficult to work out what her areas of expertise are.
OK, so...my heat had been turned off (I have water heat) while there was drama with the pressure expansion tank. And it wasn't that cold out anyway, and the heat tends to be OMG HOT ON, or not on at all.
But when I got home last night, it was 32 degrees out, and cold in the house, so this morning I turned the taps to "ON" so I'd get heat. But the blowers didn't seem to be working, so I went back downstairs, and it looks like the pilot light is out on the water heater. It has an automatic/electric lighter thing, apparently? I followed the instructions to flip that switch to off, and unplug the heater, and it said to wait five minutes for the gas to go away. Now I'm worried if I try to finish the directions and turn it on, I'll blow up my house. ARGH.
(BTW, those of you who like jeggings, I am still your friend. Although you are wrong-minded wrongyheads.)
(BTW, those of you who like jeggings, I am still your friend. Although you are wrong-minded wrongyheads.)
Damn skippy. I don't even like straight-legged jeans (mostly on me, though, because of how I am shaped; people with different shapes can rock the hell out of straight-legged jeans). I just bought 2 pairs of boot-cut jeans, and I want to marry them. Last night a friend asked, "Are those your new jeans? They make your ass look AMAZING!"
Friends like that are worth their weight in rubies.
Franny wears jeggings, I do not.
I did not blow myself up, but I'm not sure I fixed the problem, either. We shall see.
The redeeming feature of jeggings and straight legged jeans is that tunics and longer sweaters seem to be coming into style along with them. I can buy the latter and wish non-me wearers of the former well. Today I ordered this in dark blue [link] , this in red [link] , and this in green [link] . That should replace a few things that have frayed beyond repair.
Cockatoos hanging upside down from the power lines...
