With just a week to go until Americans put pen to paper to cast their collective vote and decide the fate of this country, I started thinking about why I'm so deeply moved and excited and hopeful that...of if and when he becomes Commander in Cheif, I believe that four years from now we will truly be able to say: yes , we are better off. I hope we get that chance. P.S. Girls for Obama
flyingblogspot and infamyanonymous both posted about personality type things just now, which got me thinking. I did the Myers Briggs test and as happened last time was totally unimpressed...*) apparently they have data on lots of 28 year old australian women? (**)Well, I'm a little unhappy with the low conscientiousness, and somewhat disquieted by the fact that I apparently have no emotions
Via Hoyden about town we have: a post discussing the effect the fear of going out has on women with a lot of interesting comments. First, it has many examples of the old White women trying to emphasise... (**)I have never seen stats for this, but it seems like a safe generalisation, especially when you consider that most perpetrators of violence are men, and such men are likely going to get attacked bac
Every so often, I am hit by the ... 'itch' is the first word that comes to mind. By the itch to write. 'Compulsion' could work as well. I feel the need to put pen to paper (fingers to keyboard?) and tell..."No Rain" by Blind Melon "Question Everything" by 8Stops7 "She Gathers Rain" by Collective Soul "Simple" by Collective Soul "Soul Meets Body" by Death Cab For Cutie "The Ascent Of Stan" by Ben Fold
It really is becoming the Petrelli show isn't it? So they replaced the narrator with a Petrelli. And (seemingly at least) killed off two of the non-Petrellis. And then it turns out the big bad? Is...years ago he'd be like "Huh. Another picture of that american guy eating donuts and studying for his exams. Thanks spirit guide, that really helps with my life in *insert generic african country here*
Look at what you did to me this broken heart in my chest Pain in my soul, Tears in my eyes Mistrust in my soul Its getting harder to breathe The world is spinning faster leaving me off balance...is unstable, the ground, crumbling beneath my feet I'm crashing into your concrete. I'm falling into, into, into nothing I'm falling into, into, into nothing And you're not going to catch me..
Someone at femmeconne asked me for some examples of times I'd screwed up talking about race on the internet, which I decided was justification for this tl;dr screed (which I've been working on...what you say will depend a lot on the nature of your relationship Links for further reading Angry Black Woman's required reading My race tag My 101 tag The Great Race Discussion Linkspam
The next of my General principles of internet communication , once again prompted by me starting a post about something else (in fact, the same post . I will finish it one day!) and going off on a tangent...you know it's all a lot less fraught. (*)Having someone assume you agree with the things you didn't explicitly disagree with is a less common problem, but still something to keep an eye out for
This is not the most recent episode on Aussie tv, I am ahead. So, is it just me or is it literally true that all the non-blonde female "love interests" on this show get replaced with blonde wives...to Petrellis! Or something similar, maybe it's Mr Petrelli and...*tries to think of a middle aged white woman, preferably blonde* Mrs Bennet! o.O Or maybe not. Maya is pregnant with a lizard bab
