Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

You know, I feel that I should clarify my last post about UNC. It’s not that I have anything against the Quran in particular, but I don’t think that any public school should make a religious text required reading for everyone. If students want to study religion, they can take a religion class. Imagine the furor if they required students to read a Wicca book (tho I’m not sure if there even is a sacred Wicca book). Or the Bible. That’s what I have the problem with, imposing any religious text on everyone.

Remember that coke/soda/pop link I posted a little while ago? Well this guy has noted an eerie resemblance between carbonated beverage terms and who voted for which presidential candidate.

OMG these people are going to hell.
The Janet Reno Dance Patry! No, really.
I prefer to get my news by haiku, thank you.
The University of North Carolina is requiring all incoming freshmen to read the Quran. Oh, I know, it’s ok because it’s only part of the Quran. Wonder if they can read part of my middle finger?

2 days late and a million marbles short… the Friday Five!

1. Where are you right now? Sitting here at my desk, in the office, in the bottom floor of the house.

2. What have you lost recently? A bunch of skin off the top of my foot. It rubbed off on the new chair. Gross, huh? I switched chairs with hub, who has (had) a leather one that doesn’t chafe.

3. What was the first CD you ever purchased? Does that embarrass you now? I don’t really remember, but the first CD I owned was Herbie Hancock. I didn’t really like Herbie Hancock, but the person at the music store told my parents to buy it for me. They purchased it along with the CD player they got me for Christmas back in oh, 1984?

4. What is your favorite kind of writing pen? When I was in school I liked Papermate ballpoints, the white ones with the aqua caps. Now my favorite is anything that works.

5. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? It’s a tossup between Schwan’s black cherry chocolate and Godiva chocolate raspberry truffle.

Surprise! We’re going to kill you now.
Yet another weird fetish – getting messy. The crossdressing part is just coincidence.
Everything you ever wanted to know about sword swallowing.
Hot naked chicks
Hot naked apes
Amusing UK classifieds

Come to think of it, the back side of the bloom on my closet plant looks like a big old scrotum.

Egads, why am I up so late?

Last night around 8:30 PM there was a huge whooshing noise outside. I rushed out the door to see what was going on. It sounded like a plane was landing on our house. Since we’re just a couple of miles from the Capitol, I freaked out, waiting for impact. There was none, but it sounded like the plane banked sharply and flew off. I couldn’t see anything because of the thick trees in our yard. It turns out that a B1-B bomber was showing off for the crowd at the park. Will we ever think of loud plane noises the same way again?

My closet plant is blooming for the first time in almost 3 years. My aunt sent it to us when my first daughter was born. It had a bloom on it then, but I couldn’t coax it to bloom again. I think it’s finally happy. I’m shocked, since I have a tendency to kill plants. The bloom smells very nice. Almost like deoderant.

Baby breath has to be the best smell in the world. C.’s breath smells like flowers and peaches. Poor little girl is teething and/or getting sick and she was so grouchy today. She will eat anything you give her, a pleasant departure from J., who is an extremely picky eater and has a habit of squirreling away food in her cheek when she doesn’t want to swallow it. She will ask to spit it out a couple of hours later. Try this with eggs sometime.

Online Battleship, quite addictive

After a couple of days worth of sleep, I feel a bit back to normal. Normal’s such a subjective word. I feel a bit guilty that I haven’t been updating very much lately, but I don’t recall the last time I had so little to say.

One of the streets that we front has a fantastic view of the downtown fireworks. All we have to do is walk about a block up the hill and turn around to get a panorama view. You can hear the booms from inside the house, even. We had forgotten that they were going to do fireworks back when Lance Armstrong won the Tour de France again, and were sitting in the living room when they started going off. We couldn’t figure out what the noise was.

Read this. It’s what today is all about.