28.11.06
Bill Maher once said..."New Rule: Leave the children behind! At least, that is, until they learn something. A new survey finds that only half of America's high schoolers think newspapers should be allowed to publish without government approval.
And almost one in five said Americans should be prohibited from expressing unpopular opinions.
Hey, let me tell you little darlings something: this is my livelihood you're screwing with now! So either learn the Bill of Rights, or you don't deserve Social Security.
The younger generation is supposed to rage against the machine, not for it. They're supposed to question authority, not question those who question authority. And what is so frightening here is that we are seeing the beginnings of the first post-9/11 generation, kids who first became aware of the news under an "Americans need to watch what they say" administration, kids who've been told that dissent is un-American, and therefore justifiably punished by fine, imprisonment or loss of your show on ABC.
President Bush once asked, "Is our children learning?" He did. He did. "No, they isn't!" And so a more appropriate question might be, "Is our teachers teaching?" In four years, you can teach a gorilla sign language. Is it too much to ask that in the same amount of time a teenager in America is taught what those crazy hippies who founded this country really had in mind?
Now, I know the "morals and values" folks want us to take time out of the school day for prayer and the Ten Commandments and abstinence training, and to learn at least two theories of evolution--the one agreed upon by every scientist in the world, and the one that involves naked ladies and snakes.
But lest we forget, last month, the people of Iraq risked death and danger to send a simple inspiring message: "America get out of our country!" "But also, that we want the freedoms that you Americans take for granted." Now, I didn't mind being on the losing side of the last election, but as a loser, I guess I have some unpopular opinions. And I'd like to keep them. I'd even like to say them right out loud on TV. Because if I just sit here every Friday night and spout Bush Administration-approved talking points, that is not freedom or entertainment. It's Fox News!"
That's it. I'm moving to Canada, marrying a woman and calling it quits. (One in FIVE????)
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27.11.06
Let me preface this post: I hate spiders. All spiders. They have eight gross creepy legs and they are disgusting vile creatures from the spawn of evil.However, Dacia's spider, Penelope, is a good little girl. She's slow-moving, she's quiet. She doesn't eat much. She has claws on the ends of her gross legs and brown soft fur covering her body, including her mouth area where two black fangs larger than cat claws reside. She stays in her cage and digs around in the dirt on occasion, and sometimes she sleeps under a brown U-shaped log we have for her. I admittedly didn't necessarily WANT a spider, but I figured "Hey, Dacia really likes them and the pet store has one for like, ten bucks, and we have an extra terrarium, so why not? As long as it has a good lid, what could possibly go wrong?"
We went away for five days for Thanksgiving this last week. And we came back and checked on all of our animals. The baby fire-bellied newts were fine, resting on their little rocks in their little tank. The toads and fish were doing well, (we're missing Tommy No Spots, but we're confident we'll find him.) The snake was fine as expected and so was the chameleon, which we've named Allah. All animals were fine.
I went to check on Penelope in the kitchen and she had burrowed herself inside her little log thing. We put some crickets in her terrarium because she would be hungry after a few days without food. When she didnt' come out to eat them right away, Dacia turned the little five-gallon glass terrarium around so we could peer through the back of the log (it rests against the glass.)
And well....apparently (and no one told ME this)...tarantulas can mate and then store sperm for a long time in a little "compartment" in their butts so that when they "feel like" laying eggs, the eggs can be fertilized as they pass out of her abdomen.
And now...there's this huge, giant, gross, pulsating, silk egg sac in the cage with Mama Penelope sitting on it like a fucking goose. They can lay up to 500 eggs at one time. I'm going to throw up now. But I had to share. Anyone want a baby tarantula? Nothing spells "RELIEF" like A-B-O-R-T-I-O-N. *sigh*
19.11.06
WoooooooooooHoooooooooo!
I had a b-last at Lucent Delirium. Playing with POCKET's Jesse Wright is always a treat, but last night was especially yummy.
Thanks for everyone who stayed in the swelter that was the upstairs room, thanks for dancing on the stage, the booths, the bar and anything else you could find. (Especially the bar since the bartenders seemed to be doing everything BUT bartending...) I swear as I left the party I saw Ryan Seacrest outside broadcasting live from KIIS FM. I never thought I'd hear Missy Elliot at a party like that. Hilarious!
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