I’m not a big fan of Ann Coulter, but I’ve never read any of her books, either. I’m basing this opinion on interviews I’ve seen, articles I’ve read, and the titles of her books. So whenever I find something that proves I am right in thinking she’s an idiot, it makes me feel happy. [from Wonkette] Along the same lines, I’m not a big fan of George W. Bush. I am not any kind of fan of his at all. So whenever I see something that proves I am right in thinking he’s an idiot, it makes me feel scared and angry. [also from Wonkette] Work to prevent the spread of AIDS worldwide or threaten the effectiveness of international AIDS organizations in order to propagandize your moral values to world that is made up of more than just Southern Baptists? It’s a conundrum, to be sure.

whew. That was serious. How ’bout that word “propagandize?” I put thought into that.

Oh, one more thing, I don’t watch the Oscars. I quit watching it after Titanic won for best picture. But I can’t really escape all the reports about it afterwards, usually on the radio. So, I can tell you that yes, Sean Penn does indeed sound like a dick, or maybe he just takes things too seriously. But what really got me is Hillary Swank. “I don’t know what I did in this life to deserve all this,” ….. “I’m just a girl from a trailer park who had a dream.” Doesn’t that make you want to slap her?

Evildeb and I have deep deep prejudices against Ms. Swank. We don’t like her. But we can hardly argue with the fact, after last night’s acceptance speech that she’s got Pluck. And probably Spirit, as well. Can’t get out of the trailer parks without having Pluck. Oh, and I believe you also need a “whole lotta heart.”

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If I were in a band, this is exactly the type of video I would want. I’ve always wanted to visit a Burtonesque universe.

Evildeb took the dragon test and claims she’s also a black dragon. Which is impossible, since we are polar opposites. While I agree she is probably not a white dragon, she can’t be black. I was black first. She should be red or something, that sounds more like her. Exhibit A: she has the S.A.D. You can’t be a dragon of the night and complain about not getting enough sun. Black dragons do not believe in the S.A.D. Red dragons love the sun and summer and noon. That’s Evildeb. She’s just jealous, and she can’t let me have anything for myself, so she claims to be black. Soon I will have to smite her.

Josh is still in intensive care, but we hope he will be moved today. Once the threat of internal bleeding has passed, it’s on to healing all the bones and rehab. The doctors told my stepmom he will have to learn to walk again, once his pelvis heals. We’ll know more once he is moved into the rehab wing. He’s got a long road ahead of him. I spoke with him on the phone and that made me feel much better. He seemed to be in pretty good spirits, despite the pain and 4 missing front teeth. I badgered him into eating whatever the hospital tells him to eat, even if it’s not vegan. Or I will come down there and feed it to him. I’m also relieved that Faye is there, and can get direct info from the doctors. The cop present at the accident did indeed give Josh a jaywalking ticket. I imagine he stuck it in his coat pocket before they took him away in the ambulance. Cold, man… really cold. The driver got a speeding ticket. Faye is going to get a copy of the police report and already has an attorney, so we can investigate any culpability she, or her insurance rather, has. Hopefully enough to get new teeth.

It’s going to be tough, he won’t be able to work for a while, he won’t have any money, and I doubt he will be able to live without assistance. But you know, he has amazing friends with really big hearts. I’ll say one thing for the punk rock/ vegan/ political activist/ nomad lifestyle, you make a lot of good friends all over the country. One of them is flying in from Illinois today. And the local Denver group is talking about having some kind of benefit to raise money to pay his rent for a couple of months. That’s just incredible. He’s a pretty lucky boy.

I have plans to go over to Louise’s house tomorrow to watch “Shaun of the Dead” and eat some kind of animal flesh. Which seems appropriate when one is watching a movie about cannibalistic zombies. As long as it’s not human flesh, or flesh from an aquatic type organism, it’s a-ok with me. Okay, also no animals that I have kept as a pet. And no lamb or veal. I can’t handle that. Let’s keep the flesh in the cow-chicken-pork range.

If I make one more post about the weather… that would just be sad. But I can’t help but mention that, according to weather.com, it should be snowing here in about 30 minutes.

On Saturday, Evildeb and I went to see White Noise. I was under the impression that this was a scary scary movie. And I desperately wanted to see a scary scary movie about dead people. Movies with demonic serial killers in stripey sweaters don’t really scare me. Occasionally, they startle me. But that’s their only trick. And it gets old. I wanted to see movie that scared me. I can tell it was a scary movie, if I lie in bed, at night, and pray to fall asleep quickly so I don’t have to think about it too much. And if I can’t, I protect myself by pulling the covers up over my head. Guaranteed to protect you from all sorts of evil. So, White Noise, not a scary movie. I would call it Spooky Suspenseful. And we enjoyed it, aside from my disappointment. I made the mistake of listening to an Alternative Rock Morning DJ, when he said it was scary. And you know, I don’t even like Alternative Rock Morning DJs. I find them annoying. I must have been scanning stations in my car, on my way to work or something. I guess this A.R.M.D.J. is just a pussy. God, I hate those guys.

For scary, Louise suggests the German movie Anatomie. So does Clive Barker, for that matter. [they bonded over this film. that one time, when they fell in love.] But she also states that she’s a wuss, when it comes to scary movies. I have to admit, movies tend to be a bit scarier when I watch them at home. Alone. In the dark. So I’ll add it to my netflix queue.

most everyone i know has the day off. not me. very sad. and unfair. but, since our current president inspires so little celebratory joy in me, i guess i don’t need to buy home electronics and bed linens and towels at president’s day prices in order to honor him. phooey on him. no towels for you!
it’s a shame i don’t have the day off because it’s all stormy outside. very windy and raining. last night, my neighbors storage closet door, which is outside on the porch, was open and it kept banging against the building in the wind. right next to my bedroom. it woke me up at 4am and i never went back to sleep. you know, on the weeknights, i’m lucky if i get five hours of sleep. that cannot be good for me. but, as i was saying, it’s stormy outside and raining. it’s a perfect day to stay curled up in the Purple Chair and read. because i really don’t get the chance to do that very often. [sarcasm]
on saturday, i went to see The Triplets of Belleville with louise. it was excellent. the music was especially enjoyable. i also learned a new scottish slang word. To Sook, meaning To Suck. not sure of the spelling. anyway, louise’s cat is named muffy, but they call her sookie because she sucks on things. like socks. also, this term can be used in conjunction with candy, or “sweeties” as we like to say. for instance, a sookie sweetie would be some kind of hard candy. every day is a vocabulary adventure with louise.
after that, we walked all over capital hill, exploring things. louise has a much more compatible shopping style, with me, than evildeb. evildeb is slooooooow. half the time i end up outside the store sitting on a bench waiting for her. if i was holding her purse, i would look like her husband. louise and i are quick. so we covered a lot of ground. we stopped in the legendary toys for babeland. it was very crowded, perhaps owning to the fact it was valentines day? i do not know. toys in babeland is the best sex toy shop ever. first of all, the toys are taken out of the packaging, and placed on kiosks. so you can play with them. and you don’t have to look at the packaging. when you chose what you want, they go and get a packaged version. this is great. the lack of packaging alone cuts the sleaze factor down to almost nothing. plus, you get to play with them. test the strength of the active toys.. see how much kick a certain toy has. this is the most fun when you are with someone, and you can both make your observations and comments on the individual toys together. the store has a counter of samples of all the lubes, and all the condoms have one blown up next to the display, to show size and color and whatnot. like little banana balloons. there are no videos or dvd’s. their are books, but they are erotica and techniques. no magazines. it’s a very classy, and obviously interactive, place. you can get a waterproof rubber ducky vibrator. did you know that? looks just like the regular rubber duckies. feels like them too, it’s rubber. but it has a special little switch. dr. stevil didn’t understand why a vibrator not shaped in a phallic manner would be worth anything, be any fun. but he’s a boy, a gay one at that, so he doesn’t understand. oh and they had a swing in the middle of the room. i wish one time, when i was in, they’d have someone trying it out. not TRYING IT OUT as in nekkid and naughty, but just sitting in it, to see how it feels.
after that, comic book stores and greasy american diner food. so it was a good day, all in all.