Shut up, George

In my continuing series of telling people in the news to STFU, I was going to MST the Shrub's speech from last night, but frankly, it's really long, and there are people out there who would do a much better job than I. Plus, just trying to read it makes me want to smash things, and thinking about it to much makes me start to shake with rage, and that's not a good way to develop inner peace.

I will say he did managed to use a lot of words without actually saying anything useful, and I did the following count:

September 11 – mentioned 5 times
Freedom – mentioned 21 times
Terrorists - mentioned 27 times

Now back to your regularly scheduled program

Shut up, George

In my continuing series of telling people in the news to STFU, I was going to MST the Shrub's speech from last night, but frankly, it's really long, and there are people out there who would do a much better job than I. Plus, just trying to read it makes me want to smash things, and thinking about it to much makes me start to shake with rage, and that's not a good way to develop inner peace.

I will say he did managed to use a lot of words without actually saying anything useful, and I did the following count:

September 11 – mentioned 5 times
Freedom – mentioned 21 times
Terrorists - mentioned 27 times

Now back to your regularly scheduled program

Just a giggle

This is from an email from my 'class president' who is arranging the (gah!) 20th Reunion for my high school class:

If reminiscing or hors doeuvres is spelled incorrectly, please remember that I am a football coach.

I just thought it was amusing.

Just a giggle

This is from an email from my 'class president' who is arranging the (gah!) 20th Reunion for my high school class:

If reminiscing or hors doeuvres is spelled incorrectly, please remember that I am a football coach.

I just thought it was amusing.

(no subject)

Gakked from crossbow1

If, as you live your life, you find yourself mentally composing LJ entries about it, post this exact same sentence in your Live Journal.

Because I do that all the bloody time.

(no subject)

Gakked from crossbow1

If, as you live your life, you find yourself mentally composing LJ entries about it, post this exact same sentence in your Live Journal.

Because I do that all the bloody time.

Free to Be...You and Me

Sometimes, when I think back on some of the cultural things that went on during my childhood in the 1970's I am amazed the world is in the state it is today. I just recently sent an MP3 of one of the bits on the record "Free to Be You and Me" to dindin, because she wanted to share it with someone, and I had the CD. (and, surprisingly, the software to convert it. Scary)

So now I'm listening to it, and it is, as usual, bringing back all kinds of memories. Carol Channing reads a poem about how housework actually sucks, which probably explains alot about my current philosophy regarding cleaning.

The album by Marlo Thomas and Friends, was all about empowering children, regardless of sex or race, to believe they can do whatever they want to do, and be whatever they want to be. (And because it was the 70's there was a lot of debunking of the 'little lady' image. Rather harshly, one might think. The girl gets eaten by tigers for Pete's sake.) It was about the brave new world of sexual equality, where Football player Rosie Grier sang - sang that it was alright to cry.

Dig, if you will, these words:
I see a land bright and clear, and the time's comin' near
When we'll live in this land, you and me, hand in hand
Take my hand, come along, lend your voice to my song
Come along, take my hand, sing a song

Anyway...thanks in part to this record, I grew up confident that we were, indeed, heading toward the Age of Aquarius, that people, regardless of race or creed, would grasp one and other's hand in friendship and brotherhood, that a woman could bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never, ever let you forget you're a man and not collapse in exhaustion by the end of the week.

Maybe I'm pessimestic, thanks to Good ol' Georgie's speech last night, but here it is, *does math in head* 35 years since this record came out, and, well, we haven't come quite as far as I'd imagined. I, for example, never bought Charlie a doll. (see William Wants a Doll (Sung by Alan Alda, another perpetrator of the whole 70's mythos, by the way.)And people, if anything, seem less tolerant.

Nonetheless, I'm listening to the CD, and it's making me smile, and that's something, I suppose. I highly recommend it to everyone who has kids, and everyone who doesn't.

It's still about dreaming, which is important, right?

Free to Be...You and Me

Sometimes, when I think back on some of the cultural things that went on during my childhood in the 1970's I am amazed the world is in the state it is today. I just recently sent an MP3 of one of the bits on the record "Free to Be You and Me" to dindin, because she wanted to share it with someone, and I had the CD. (and, surprisingly, the software to convert it. Scary)

So now I'm listening to it, and it is, as usual, bringing back all kinds of memories. Carol Channing reads a poem about how housework actually sucks, which probably explains alot about my current philosophy regarding cleaning.

The album by Marlo Thomas and Friends, was all about empowering children, regardless of sex or race, to believe they can do whatever they want to do, and be whatever they want to be. (And because it was the 70's there was a lot of debunking of the 'little lady' image. Rather harshly, one might think. The girl gets eaten by tigers for Pete's sake.) It was about the brave new world of sexual equality, where Football player Rosie Grier sang - sang that it was alright to cry.

Dig, if you will, these words:
I see a land bright and clear, and the time's comin' near
When we'll live in this land, you and me, hand in hand
Take my hand, come along, lend your voice to my song
Come along, take my hand, sing a song

Anyway...thanks in part to this record, I grew up confident that we were, indeed, heading toward the Age of Aquarius, that people, regardless of race or creed, would grasp one and other's hand in friendship and brotherhood, that a woman could bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never, ever let you forget you're a man and not collapse in exhaustion by the end of the week.

Maybe I'm pessimestic, thanks to Good ol' Georgie's speech last night, but here it is, *does math in head* 35 years since this record came out, and, well, we haven't come quite as far as I'd imagined. I, for example, never bought Charlie a doll. (see William Wants a Doll (Sung by Alan Alda, another perpetrator of the whole 70's mythos, by the way.)And people, if anything, seem less tolerant.

Nonetheless, I'm listening to the CD, and it's making me smile, and that's something, I suppose. I highly recommend it to everyone who has kids, and everyone who doesn't.

It's still about dreaming, which is important, right?