Not the best written article, or even very easy to follow, but still pretty interesting:
2 men and 2 suicides; but both had the same transplanted heart - and the same widow
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Middlesex
I finally finished Middlesex today.
Man, it was a fantastic book, but I think some chapters could have been skipped. It got a little Steinbeck-esque with all the descriptiveness and I love me some Steinbeck. It just made it take a little longer to get through and makes it easier to put down.
Now I want to google for information about hermaphrodites, because I love researching about what I just read, but I know it would be a bad idea. A really bad idea probably. Which makes me even more tempted. You know I'll regret it. I know I'll regret it.
I bet I'll do it anyway.
Man, it was a fantastic book, but I think some chapters could have been skipped. It got a little Steinbeck-esque with all the descriptiveness and I love me some Steinbeck. It just made it take a little longer to get through and makes it easier to put down.
Now I want to google for information about hermaphrodites, because I love researching about what I just read, but I know it would be a bad idea. A really bad idea probably. Which makes me even more tempted. You know I'll regret it. I know I'll regret it.
I bet I'll do it anyway.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Fucking Mosquitoes
Due to the two weeks of non-stop rain and the standing water everywhere, the mosquitoes are out in full force.
I take a perverse pleasure in killing the little bastards. I CAN NOT kill one without saying "Fucker" or "Motherfucker". Isn't that charming?
Fuckers.
Running to and from the house is like a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie; screaming, arms waving, blood and guts, slammed doors. My kids look like someone has been putting out cigarettes on their legs.
It's a lot of fun, I tell you. A whole lot of fun.
I take a perverse pleasure in killing the little bastards. I CAN NOT kill one without saying "Fucker" or "Motherfucker". Isn't that charming?
Fuckers.
Running to and from the house is like a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie; screaming, arms waving, blood and guts, slammed doors. My kids look like someone has been putting out cigarettes on their legs.
It's a lot of fun, I tell you. A whole lot of fun.
Dirty Old Man
I'm sitting here with my mouth open in shock still over McCain choosing Palin as VP??
Dude, we liked the idea of a chick, but not just ANY chick.
So this inexperienced nobody could be one skipped 72 year old heartbeat from being our President??
Leave it up to a rich old guy to choose a younger, good looking assistant. I had a job like that once. I wasn't qualified for it either.
Dude, we liked the idea of a chick, but not just ANY chick.
So this inexperienced nobody could be one skipped 72 year old heartbeat from being our President??
Leave it up to a rich old guy to choose a younger, good looking assistant. I had a job like that once. I wasn't qualified for it either.
Again?
My work email is internet based (for now, supposedly I'll have network access one day and it won't be this way) and it times out about every 10 minutes as a security feature.
I swear I spend far more time logging in (two different places, extra secure) than I do checking or sending emails.
It's making me a little crazy.
I swear I spend far more time logging in (two different places, extra secure) than I do checking or sending emails.
It's making me a little crazy.
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