Utterly Fascinating and For Why?

Eminem no likey Moby / Moby likey Eminem




Slappin’ the Chief




Clove-apalooza




Admirable Security Measures



Unconscious Learning – Huh?

Divide and Conquer

But we're doing it to ourselves.

Suicide

Gal jumped in front of my train on Thursday. I’m most certain that she did not survive. She was in her early twenties, or at least appeared to be by the gal that saw her jump and who I subsequently propped up for the minutes immediately following the awfulness.

There is something perfectly horrible about a child committing suicide. When a child in my own right, I found a friend who had taken many, many pills in an attempt to die. He survived. I’m not close with him now but I do know that he has two children, a partner and what appears a genuinely good life.

The gal that jumped was promise and potential. We all are, even when we don’t believe it. I mourn for her.

Okay, I know it was bad.

It was very very bad that Karl Rove outted an undercover CIA Agent as political retribution. Bad Karl. Bad! But, in the context of this man's actions over the past 15 years, I've gotta say that this whole deal feels a bit like busting Capone on tax evasion.

Still, that's cool with me.

Could It Be???

Oh Yeah Baby!

Libby's on vacation!

My thoughts and wishes to our neighbors across the pond.

I'm Existing In A...

Freakin'

Sweaty

Sweat

Sock!

CNN Today

Breaks My Heart

Too Sad

You Don't Say

Who'da Thunk It

I'm No Fan of Ayn Rand...

..but I'd really like to see how this turns out.

Ugh

No




Air




Conditioning.

Well, It Was A Good Run

We officially broke our ideological ride of “no antibiotics for the baby” yesterday. I’m all about Bubber working it out. Struggling through it. Taking the Tylenol, don’t get me wrong, but we’d prefer no antibiotics. We don’t use antibacterial soaps, gels or any other sprays/cleaners. In fact, we’re a filthy family that has befriended germs in their myriad of forms. SK and I firmly believe that over-cleanliness in regards to bacteria is not always a good thing. Further, we do not want our son to take antibiotics unless extraordinary circumstances are present.

Singing a different tune we were, when we found ourselves in the ER yesterday with a baby who had a 104 temp on and off for two days and couldn’t keep Tylenol down over the last two hours. “Where the hell are the antibiotics goddammit??!!” –“My kid is sick!!” Turns out an ear infection constitutes extraordinary circumstances. Who knew?

How'd it go down? If you know anything about SK and my relationship, you’ll know that we balance each other quite well and one of those ways that SK keeps me balanced is by helping me be patient, which is not native to my character. “Hold on hon, they’ll be right back.” “Don’t worry, I think we’re next on the list.” “I’m pretty sure that they’re going to help us any minute.” Yesterday, in the ER, he looked me in the eye, Bubber on his chest and said, “Go get ‘em.” Having released the hounds of hell, I had a suppository in Bubber’s bum before you can say “unsqueeze those butt checks.”

Long story short, the kid’s ear infection is under control and he is resting nicely, pumped up on antibiotics, thanks largely to his father’s willingness to sacrifice strangers to the wrath of a pretty scary mama bear.

My First Spoken Words Upon Hearing:

Holy Fuck