I would really like to know where all PETA's money is coming from. I know plenty of vegans and plenty of people active in animal rights issues, and nearly every one of them hates PETA. I don't know anyone who's seriously involved in these issues who sees PETA as anything other than an organization that will do and say pretty much anything if it will bring them publicity.

Like, PETA's Super Bowl ads. They've been doing this for at least a decade now, and the media falls for it every single time. They make a commercial that basically shows naked women masturbating with vegetables, which they know will be rejected as not appropriate for broadcast. Then they submit it, it gets rejected, and every news program and website starts having headlines, "See the commercial that's TOO HOT FOR TV!!" Thus, they get tons of people viewing their commercial, without having to pay a dime for air time.

30 years ago, PETA seemed a reasonable group. Now, not so much.

If they're dead, no one can hurt them anymore. Perfectly sensical.

Jesse feel fee to give out my contact info. Email is better than cell.

Thanks -- I'll let you know.

Thus, they get tons of people viewing their commercial, without having to pay a dime for air time.

So they don't need much money for that, but I'm sure it drives a fair amount of donations. Not from people who do a lot of research.

Although, now I can't remember what book it was, but some author I like had an approving aside about PETA in a book I read recently.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Trudy!

Still love my new boss.

Had a minor panic attack when I came home and there were Vermont plates in the driveway. This being my landlady checking out the damaged house of my former neighbors, and my walk-up filled with weeds and the overflowing ashtray she surely saw when leaving a note in my door. Hi, your tenant is a slob!

This is the first time she's been by in three years. Yeah, lady, when I move out, this apartment is going to be a fucking disaster, because you never responded to my upkeep requests, and fuck if I'm going to do any landscaping without discount on the rent.

Thirty years ago, PETA was mailing envelopes with razor blades in them to random employee addresses at Emory's Yerkes Primate Center. If PETA had a sane period, it was earlier than that.

I bought an apple fried pie at a farmers' market this afternoon. After eating it, I wish I had bought all the fried pies.

Ooh, that sounds divine.

Tomorrow I will brave the DMV to get car titles straightened out. My Jeep needs to be in my name, the Mustang needs to get its identity legalized, and the Rodeo needs to be confirmed as no problem. Happy joy joy. Must make sure the tablet is charged and my hands are up to crocheting.