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Saturday, March 08, 2003 ( 8:19 PM ) Lostcheerio SURVIVOR: I finally have someone to cheer for on the girl's team. Deena. I was trying to decide between Joana (the immunity idol is satan and brings the rain) and Jenna (it's not my fault I have a beautiful body and a gorgeous face (and she looks like gumby's old maid aunt)) and Heidi (upspeak) and Jeanne (crabpot accuser) and Shawna (boo hoo) and Christy (victim international) when suddenly here comes DEENA. I like Deena. I like her eye-rolling and her stumping around and her diplomacy through gritted teeth and her FRAU-ness. I want her to win. I want her to form an unholy alliance with ROB, the guy who wrote his term paper on Survivor and led all the stinky guys in a painful chorus of Unchained Melody. That's what I want. On the guy side I also like the dumb-talking rocket scientist and the loose-limbed principal and the restaurant designer guy who brought a nail buffer as his luxury item. Or something. # ( 11:11 AM ) Lostcheerio I just finished THE RAINBOW DH LAWRENCE. I think that next I will read THE BEAUTIFUL SORROW PANGED ME WITH ECSTATIC MISERY oh wait, that's the subtitle of the one I just finished. Harrumph. I'm not going to quit until I understand how the moon can be PHYSICALLY PAINFUL to some midland farmers? # ( 10:09 AM ) Lostcheerio Well I have thrown up twice now. It doesn't bother Benny at all. Which shouldn't surprise me -- he probably remembers the sound fondly from the time of his own gestation. I may be tricking myself but I think pregnancy puking is slightly different than regular puking and I'm pretty sure this is the former. If I recall correctly, and I'd be insane not to, the real true lie-down-on-the-floor-and-die sickness with Benny didn't come until about 3 weeks after conception. So I have time to get my affairs in order. My sewing machine is back from the man in the dusty shop so I am finishing up those rompers. # Friday, March 07, 2003 ( 6:14 PM ) Lostcheerio In one week I am going to test and find out if I am pregnant or not. # ( 10:06 AM ) Lostcheerio Bush's press conference last night: OH WHAT A TRAIN WRECK. My two favorite moments: 1. He was asked why only he sees Hussein as a threat to the world while lots of other countries and citizens of his own country feel the threat can be contained. And he kept using the word NEIGHBOR in his answer! It was STRANGE. I realize he may have been underscoring the concept that Hussein could drop bombs on the Arab nations that are now openly opposing the war. But did he have to keep using the word NEIGHBOR? He's not a good NEIGHBOR? It made him sound odd. And crazy. 2. When re-asked the same question, he said that Hussein had to be stopped because he has weapons of mass destruction (maybe he does, but we definitely do), he wasn't afraid to use them (and, coincidentally, neither are we!), he was trying to impose his will on the world (*who* is trying to impose his will on the world?), and is using blackmail and extortion to get his way (Hi Turkey, if you won't let us march through you're country, you can kiss this billions-of-dollars aid package bye-bye). It was just kind of funny hearing all those words come out of his mouth and seeing the accompanying placid confidence on his face, and knowing he had NO AWARENESS of the irony. 3. Someone asked him how his faith was leading him in these times of impending war. He said he prayed for peace. I've got a reminder for him. The bible says LOVE YOUR ENEMY. BE GOOD TO THOSE THAT HATE YOU. IF YOUR ENEMY IS HUNGRY FEED HIM, IF HE IS THIRSTY GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO DRINK. I'm not sure how popular a true 'turn the other cheek' policy would be with the American public, and I know that 'the meek shall inherit the earth' didn't mean 'the meek shall inherit the earth to accommodate their expanding market.' If this were a truly Christian nation, in the best sense of the word, in the 'let's do what Jesus taught' sense of the word, those would be the rules we would live by. Instead we angrily defend our need to say 'one nation under God' in the pledge, while stomping around waving our fists and money and bombs like smug idiotic bullies. I'll tell you what I think. I think our enemy is Saddam Hussein and that everyone agrees he is an evil man who ought to be taken out and shot. I also know that after all the bombing of the Gulf War, all the power plants taken out and all the bridges destroyed and this factory and that warehouse and all the messed up water supply and the twelve years of sanctions and no medicine and no food, SADDAM HUSSEIN IS FINE. He is the ONLY ONE who has come out of both the war and the sanctions FAT DUMB AND HAPPY. It boggles my mind that in this nation of brilliant innovators we cannot come up with a way to actually target the man we actually want to kill, without targeting and killing thousands of the people whose freedoms we are trying to win. If we can get him, and kill him, then that's what we should do. But if we come to the other end of this war and Saddam Hussein is surrendering and signing some fake-and-bake truce agreement about disarming, we will have done something horribly wrong. To me it seems like something that should be accomplished with a secret team of assassins, not 200,000 soldiers marching around getting shot at and killed. # Thursday, March 06, 2003 ( 1:06 AM ) Lostcheerio It used to be easy to submit a site to search engines. You trotted around to Lycos, Google, Hotbot, Yahoo, AltaVista, etc. Now everything is very complicated. # Wednesday, March 05, 2003 ( 10:12 PM ) Lostcheerio When I tell people I might be pregnant they say I should take a home pregnancy test and I say that if I am pregnant I'm only a week pregnant and can't test for another week or so and they look at me like I am insane for even thinking about it at this point. I had decided most firmly and confidently that I wouldn't tell anyone it was happening until I had my positive test in my hand or even until I'd heard the heartbeat. But it just comes jumping out of my mouth. Hi, it's a lovely day. I might be pregnant. How are you? At this point in my pregnancy with Benny I was downloading images of zygotes. And peering at them and telling myself they were cute. If I'm pregnant the baby is going to be attaching to the uterine wall soon. Which means I have to put down the crackpipe, like for real dude. No more crack. Not even with dinner. # Sunday, March 02, 2003 ( 9:20 PM ) Lostcheerio I'm going to feel really stupid if I'm not even remotely pregnant. But I feel like I *am* pregnant. I feel like things are happening, small tiny things. Tonight Benny read about six pages of Ten Apples Up On Top by himself. He also played Crash Bandicoot for four solid hours today. Without rising from his position. Only giving over the controller when there was some impossible obstacle. When I am trotting around doing Benny things I do not feel pregnant. But when I am by myself I do. # |
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