If you haven’t seen it yet, Joss Whedon’s award acceptance speech for Equality Now: “Why aren’t you asking a hundred other guys why they *don’t* write strong women characters?” I got to the end of the speech and burst into tears, because he said so succinctly what I’ve been trying to say with so much […]
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Well, I’ve been feeling like absolute shit the last three days, so I called Dr. S. today and updated him on my numbers, which, like my physical state, are shit. I’ve been having trouble concentrating here at work (sugar headache, blurry vision), my sex drive tanked (yes. I notice these things), I wanted to lie
When my computer(s) died, I lost a lot of music along with them, and have been re-installing music piecemeal. Yesterday I finally re-burned a copy of Alanis Morissette’s first album, Jagged Little Pill. And I was reminded of what I love it so much. Oh, sure, she got the “you must be a femi-nazi bitch
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You know what the *real* problem is with the BBC production of Gormenghast? The problem is, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is really fucking hot, and the director even manages to employ several ingenious ways of getting gratuitious shots of JRM without his shirt on. OK, yea, that’s good, I know. But here’s the bad part: JRM plays
“If you act like a rock star, people will treat you like a rock star.” – Marilyn Manson
I’m not giving up butter or regular cheese (oh yes, dieticians prefer you eat fat-free cheese, which has the taste and texture of plastic), but I’m switching to decaf coffee at work (caffeine increases the body’s resistance to insulin). So, no more getting drunk, no more plateloads of mashed potatoes, and very little regular coffee
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Since I started the new insulin on Thursday, I’ve been checking my blood a little more often, including between meals, just to gauge where I’m at on the new stuff. Every time I tested, no matter what time of day, I was under 200, which is quite respectable, and it was usually near or below
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Oh, thank gawd, I FINALLY got them OUT OF DADFAR. This book can ACTUALLY END SOON. What a bitch. I’m going to get some lunch.
16-year-old girl runs off to Jordan to meet 25-year-old guy she met on My Space. You gotta admit, the girl’s got balls. Sadly, she ran off thinking there was a well meaning guy on the other end who’d take care of her (that’s the assumption anywhere. Nowhere in this article is she allowed to speak
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