When I woke up today, I had NO idea that today would be the day that we, Minnesotans, would get our second senator. Hey, it’s only eight fucking months past the election. What’s the rush, right? Speaking of Rush, I sincerely hope that he is frothing at the mouth, curled up in a fetal ball, and nursing his vodka laced with Oxycontin, muttering to himself. He’s already compared the ruling to the Iran situation, which makes me on par with President Ahmadinejad and the Supreme Leader of Iran. If I see someone in the streets of Minneapolis protesting the decision, I am going to point and laugh hysterically.
Look, I get that it’s hard to lose a close election. It hurts. It sucks. You think your guy was jobbed. However, those of us who voted for Gore in 2000 (yes, it still stings) were told to get over it and let the nation heal. We were told to shut up about the election and pretend it never happened. For the good of our country.
So, my fellow Minnesotans, the one who voted for Coleman, are you going to follow your own party’s advice and move on? Even Coleman himself said that it was time to let the state heal. Somehow, I doubt Minnesotan Republicans will listen.
You know what? I don’t fucking care. Oh, I know, I’m supposed to be a bleeding-heart liberal who feels empathy for everyone. In fact, some people (John Cole from BJ) think that if one does not feel empathy for everyone, then one is not really a liberal. I am the bleedingest of bleeding hearts, but there are some people who don’t engender any empathy or sympathy from me. Supporters of Coleman would fall under that category. Now, I am one who rarely feels schadenfreude over anything, but I am loving this.
Do you ever have one of those days when you want to say to someone, “Gaaaah! Get the fuck away from me, you piece of shit. I can’t stand the way you breathe, the way you eat, the way you talk, the way you sing, or the way you are just THERE!
All right. Before I start my review of this movie, I have to explain a few things. I am a HUGE Hercule Poirot fan, and I have read every book at least five times (I have them all). When I first started watching movies on any kind on a regular basis (meaning with the aid of Netflix), I decided to see what was available in the Hercule Poirot oeuvre. I’ve seen Peter Ustinov as Poirot (not bad), Albert Finney as Poirot (truly horrible), and I even more recently saw Alfred Molina as Poirot (ok, but didn’t fit the role at all).
So, I met two really cool women tonight who generously allowed me the use of their pool (thanks, gex), and permitted me to love up their gorgeous Alaskan Eskimo. In addition, their beautiful and elderly Siamese deigned to grant me the privilege of caressing him a few times. Then, we had great food at the Pardon My French Cafe. Sated and happy, I drove home and promptly crashed on the papasan. gex and her girlfriend, Allie (no, not her real name) were so right. Bobbling in the pool under the hot sun REALLY takes it out of you.
As you probably know, Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett have both died today. They were both iconic in their days in their own ways, and, apparently, the whole country is mourning. I say this with minimal snark because death is sobering. However, I question the reaction of everyday people to these deaths, especially to Jackson’s. I’m listening to Keith’s show right now, and he’s doing a piece on Jackson. Keith had a woman on who gave a hagiography to Jackson, talking about how celebrities deserve all the adulation because they bring together multiple generations.
Day Three of bunkering down. Or is it Day Four? I don’t know any more. The days are long, and so bloody hot. I don’t know how long I will survive down here with just my bottle of ice water at my side. Plus, my two intrepid kittehs who keep stern watch over me. Granted, Shadow just went to brave the hot upstairs, but he’ll be back. I hope….Whew! He made it back. I feel better with my two miniature panthers by my side. I have no food (except in the fridge. Today was shopping day. I cranked the AC up high in the car, and I almost cried when I reached Fresh & Natural. I never thought AC could feel so good. But I digress, as usual), no bedding (except for the papasan which is nice, but a bit uncomfortable as it’s made of wood), and I’ve been lost for days (days, days, days).
One of the weirdest political stories in some time is so bizarre, not because it’s political (it’s not), I am somewhat gobsmacked at how it’s unfolding. The story is the disappearance of the South Carolina Mark Sanford, one of the most ardent opponent of the stimulus bill. This weird-ass story sounds like it’s straight out of a novel, except, the excuses have been lame. If you want a more well-rounded picture of the story, go to the 
I am not wearing my pajamas, however, as there is still light out–and I sleep nude. I’m all for nekkid blogging when I can’t be seen. As it is, I am wearing South Park boxer shorts and a gray tank top. In other words, as little as I can. It’s kind of odd to be in the basement because for the most part, it’s the cats’ turf. I come down here to do laundry and to clean the litter boxes–that’s it. However, it’s twenty to thirty degrees cooler down here than it is up there, so I lugged the laptop down with me, and here I am.
A while back during the stimilus ‘debate’ (more accurately, the GOP throwing a major hissy fit and threatening to hold their breaths until they turned blue because, socialism, omigod teh deficit, Obama is ebil Islamofascist dictator socialist Neville Chamberlin Adolph Hitler gonna take all our guns away such a big wimp and totally a dictator, and, and, and ACORN!, so shut up! Also), I stopped reading and watching anything about politics for four days in a row. I had been following the stimulus ‘debate’ closely until one of the talking heads said something like, “Oh, it’ll pass” before going on to rehash some inane detail of the stimulus. It took my breath away how casually this talking head stated it would pass, as if it were irrelevant to the matter at hand, which was how one sentence on the 127th page of the bill enraged the junior senator from Kentucky or something equally stupid.
Let’s talk environment conservation for a minute, shall we? You really have no choice since, well, I get to choose the topic. Still, in the spirit of cooperation, I’m going to pretend that you are nodding in agreement with me. Ok. Here we go.