cuz you know, I’m not a nerd or anything…
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I think it’s rigged.
NW 23rd Avenue - Hip and trendy, you’re the main
drag of Portland’s Pearl District. Haven for
Yuppies that can afford to plunk down $50,000
for a college dorm room… er, I mean, a luxury
condo.
With the shiny new Portland Streetcar the newest NW
23rd attraction, who needs a car or those
stinky polluting buses? Rail is the
“in” thing to ride these days.
Especially since the streetcar tracks took away
all your on-street parking.
What Portland Street Are You?
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who’s with me?
I’m going to get tickets for ep 3 very soon. If you don’t know what I
mean, this post is not for you. I’m going at midnight on 5/19 and at
least one time during the day of 5/19. Please comment if you wish to
join me. I don’t want to go alone and this is the most efficient means
I have of getting the word out en masse. Thanks.
memeration in this bloggerie!
1. Name:
2. Age:
3. Fave Color:
4. Fave Movie:
5. Fave Song:
6. Fave Band:
7. Most Embarassing Moment:
8. Are you a virgin?
HERE COMES THE FUN … … …
1. Are we friends?
2. Do you have a crush on me?
3. Would you kiss me?
4. …with tongue?
5. Would you enjoy it?
6. Would you ever ask me out?
7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?
8. Would you take care of me when I’m sick?
9. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn’t before?
10. Would you walk on the beach with me?
11. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
12. Do you/have you talked crap about me?
13. Do you think I’m a good person?
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?
15. Do you think I’m hot?
16. If you could change anything about me -would you?
17. Would you have sex with me?
18. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
19. Would you have a fling with me?
20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
yay. sort of.
Well this weekend we finally got the bedroom painted. It’s blue. And
the trim is done, but the doors are still not painted. At least not
like they should be, anyway. Just the back of the door itself, but the
closet ones might come down and get fixed up. Camped in the living
room last night. At least The Scoot didn’t feel a need to set up a
tent, we crashed out in sleeping bags on the floor. Which is SO
conducive to a good night’s sleep when you have a whole nother day of
work ahead of you. I’m really sore today and I feel kind of crappy so
I hope it was just the paint that did it since we slept in there last
night but it still smelled kind of painty.
Anyway. More bloggy later. not much to say while trying not to hurl.
(yawn)
so sleepy. miss you all. see you again soon when I am a reasonable human being again. Right now it’s bedtime bedtime bedtime!
wow.
Does this mean I can dish out my loving kindness a couple of times in the back of the head?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Howitzer of Loving Kindness.
my go away sign is up right now.
I know that some of it is stuff I can’t control, but I’m so sad right now. It just sucks. It feels like so much effort just to be me. What the hell is my problem? I feel so…useless. I’m having this moment of what the hell am I Doing With My Life and was it The Right Choice and all that stuff. I wish I knew why. All I know is that I can’t sleep from it, whatever it is. I just feel like I’m never going to be anything useful. I’ll never be tall enough or pretty enough or cool enough or nice enough or whatever enough. It hasn’t been this bad since high school. I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I just want to curl up in a ball under the covers until I’m done. I don’t know how long that would be. But I don’t get to. It’s not fair. I don’t know how to do anything about this and I don’t like it. This is more than cyclical, and I don’t like it because I don’t know why it is or how to make it better. At least if I understood it wouldn’t worry me, so I’m freaked out on top of just sad. I’m feeling deeply inadequate. I want to fix it, but more I want to cry and get a hug. I don’t know where I am going with this, but I want to get it out of my brain and see if that helps me sleep. It won’t. But if I say it enough I might actually believe it.
Holy crap he read my email!
Congressman Blumenauer
voted against that abomination of a bill to “save” Terri Schiavo. I
wrote him a note through his website thanking him for being a true
representative of his constituency. Here is his reply:
Thank you for contacting me regarding the maneuvers of Tom Delay and the
House leadership to bring the tragic story of Terri Schiavo to the
forefront of American media. I was outraged that the Republican
leadership turned a private family matter into a media circus.
The “Protection of Incapacitated Persons Act of 2005″ was surreptitiously
brought to the House floor as a suspension bill without going through any
committee process. This bill not only infringed on the rights of Terri
Schiavo, her family, and her doctors to make decisions concerning her end
of life, it sets a dangerous precedent to overturn the rights of
individual citizens and voters. I led the debate against the first
version of the bill because it would have effectively overruled Oregon’s
Death with Dignity Act with language so broad and sweeping that it would
call into question every living will and end of life directive. These
actions were not about keeping Terri Schiavo alive; they were about taking
away individuals’ ability to make their own end of life decisions.
The hypocrisy of Tom Delay and the Republican leadership is breathtaking.
The only time they trust the federal courts is when they are using them as
a political tactic. This fall the House of Representatives passed bills
that declared the federal courts incompetent to rule on cases involving
the pledge of allegiance and same-sex marriage. President Bush recently
stated that he will “continue to stand on the side of those defending life
for all Americans.” But the facts make it hard to believe that the
President is standing on principle. In 1999, then Governor Bush signed a
law that allows hospitals to discontinue life sustaining care, even if
patient family members disagree.
Ultimately, Congress’s troubling actions will take away choices that each
of us and our families want to control concerning our own end-of-life
decisions. The public and federal courts have overwhelmingly indicated
that Congress does not have a role to play in such personal and private
decisions.
Sincerely,
Earl Blumenauer
Member of Congress
It’s called irony, my legion.
SO!
I know this won’t be lost on you:
Our God-fearing Terri-feeding “culture of life” made SIN CITY the #1
box office pick over the weekend.
Over the weekend the POPE died.
I wonder how many times Bill Frist saw it…
for those not aware, there is a moment-and I’m not really
giving anything away if you can read this in any review out
there-where a priest is shot dead in a confessional. Among other
family-friendly bits of entertainment.
gr.
Yeah.
When it’s not my job, and I told you before it’s not my job and it’s
not because I don’t want to do it but because I do not have access to
the stuff that someone would need to do that for you, and then you
call someone on a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TEAM, who is not even RELATED
to it being their job, and the last three times you tried to get me to
do this it STILL wasn’t my job, when oh when oh when will you learn?
I didn’t think so.