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Aw...I've been blogrolled finally. I prefer my term bloglogged, but I guess that is not a recognized word in blogland.
Another word I'm liking today is Barack-blocked. I heard it on The Daily Show, but it has officially entered my lexicon now.
In case anyone is wondering: I skipped my gyno appointement. Too tired among other reasons, which include, but are not limited to: laziness, a thorough dislike of the whole process and the fact that it was my last chance to sleep in for two weeks.
It is flip-flop season and I can't afford a pedicure. It's DIY time, but I never do as well as the professionals. Sigh, I need a J.O.B. Anyone? Anyone wanna hire me? Pretty please?
Well, I have submitted my resume to the the Obama campaign for their post-primary fellowships. Nate has given the go-ahead for non-paid work, however as much as I want a position I am discouraged by the lack of spending money until November. Oh, and the fact that the application is totally aimed at college students, and as a 36 year old woman I don't work too well under college students. But I've done it before, so... We'll see, I guess.
And, finally, I had updated my reunion.com profile in case there is EVER a HS reunion for my class EVER again. It hadn't been updated since my last address, so I needed to change that. Now I have been getting emails saying people have been looking at my profile, but I cannot see who it is because I don't have $5 a month to "connect with old classmates." Hopefully they find me via Google if they really want to say, "Wassup?" (I'm using the word ironically, folks. Yesterday I couldn't stop saying "redonkulous" until it stuck in Nate's head, to his great consternation.)
Okay, I'm good for now. You?

Am I an idiot?

I love R.E.M. I really, really do. I've seen them twice; we own almost all of their albums. Given a choice of music to listen to they are near the to of the list. But god-DAMN if I have no idea what 99% of their songs are about. Now there are a lot of bands who have songs I don't get, but none on such a grand scale as a band I've been listening to for 20 years. Anywho, I was just watching Subterranean and saw their new video and was like, "This is good; what is it about?" And felt a bit like an idjit.
In other music news--as Tabitha used to say--there was also a video by Andrew Bird which I quite liked; but then realized I recognized from a commercial. Turns out he is quite the adman. So far I've found the series of Illinois commercials and the Marriott Residence Inn commercials. Know any others? Shoot 'em my way.
Speaking of shooting... Poor Nancy Reagan. HA! HAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry, can't help but be a little jubilant. Moses is dead and NancyReagan is heartbroken? It's like a twofer. My BFF Vicki let me know the news this morning: "Go ahead, Kayly. Pry it from his cold, dead hands. I know you want to!!! :)" Ah, you know me all too well, Vicki, love.
Vicki, you'll be relieved to know the girls are safe but disappointed to know the prick is still on the loose. Why are my friend and I so fascinated by FLDS?? May I suggest Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer? If you don't get it then, I cannot help you.
Well, I'm off to bed for my early morning gyno visit. Wish me...uh, luck?

FX: There is no box. (Except on this week's episode of Dirt!!)

My husband suggested today's title after I made the joke last night. (In case you don't know Dirt [Sunday at 10 p.m. on FX] is a show on FX network and their current tagline for the network is "There is no box." You know, like they are not just thinking outside the box, but there isn't even a box, period. It's smart although a little abstract. Anywho...) We finally watched this week's DVRed episode and there is a sex scene in it with a "K-Fed"-type character and the Shar Jackson-type character. They showed "Shar" entering bed nude, and at first it's a standard after 10 p.m. naked butt shot. BUT THEN, oh but then... Nate and I looked at each other in shock and rewound. As she climbs into bed you could see the behind shot of her vulva!! Holy CRAP!! How did THAT get past censors?? It's obvious, you do NOT have to be looking for it hard to notice it. Are we THERE now? I don't know if I'm impressed or worried. Openness about the human body and sexuality are good, but it could go horribly awry, too.
Not much happening today. Spent it mostly in my sweats on the couch.
To which pursuit I am returning now.

For Linda

Yay?

My counsellor had suggested that now that I am doing well after the ECT and because my "issues" are at the root of my depression--on top of biology, that is--that perhaps a partial hospitalization program would help by giving me the intense therapy I need to get on with dealing with these issues. I'm resistant because I hate--I mean HATE--group therapy. But, apparently, group is but a small portion of the help I will get. So we are on the way to completing the referral. I will be going to Hershey Med Center (again) starting on Tuesday unless my insurance says "Nay." The program there is 9:00 a.m.-3:30 p.m., Monday through Friday. Hmm? Do we eat there? I forgot to ask...


In other, not so interesting, news: I wanted to ask you to make note of my "What I'm Reading Now" feature on the sidebar. (It's over there ---> somewhere; scroll down and come back; I'll wait.) Okay. Note how all of the books have good grades? Yeah, well, I give books a "30 page test." First let me say, I carefully "vet" books before I buy them or check them out of the library. So if they make it to the list at all, we can assume I would call them at least a "C" or I wouldn't be interested enough to go the trouble. I am not forced to read stuff like a real book reviewer might be. Then I read the first 30 or so pages with as open a mind as is possible for me. If, for some reason, I am bored or do not like the tone or tenor of the book, I will put it aside and move on. Hence only "C+" and above will ever show up here. UNLESS, and this is a big exception, I decide to foray into bizarro world and read a book I know I will hate to keep abreast of the "enemy." These are almost exclusively non-fiction books and happens rarely, as I must have the mental strength to get through it without wanting to hunt down the author like an animal. Right now I am number nine (!!)--up from number twelve--on the waiting list at the library for a book called--no lie--Liberal Fascism: The Secret History of the American Left, From Mussolini to the Politics of Meaning by Jonah Goldberg. Now, you can click the link, but if you buy it, I can no longer be your friend. Please check your local library if you must, like some masochist such as myself, read this polemic. Here is the cover:


How could I resist such filth?? It so worries me that I am number nine up from number twelve, but then again, maybe they are all spying on the enemy, like I am. (If not, then I rather like the irony of "conservatives" partaking of government services like the public library. But I'm sure they'd never get it!)
Oh, funny, I just got a phone bank call from Obama's campaign. Funny, because I have been phone banking, too. He was on script, but I interrupted him to save him time. "We are 'strong supporters,' I am already a volunteer, and we are already donating money." Check, check and CHECK! Next call. Do you want to phone bank for the April 22 PA primary? Go to the website click "Make Calls" about halfway down the page on the right, or if you are in PA click the "Pennsylvania Neighborhood Teams" box and sign up to make calls. You can do it from home, they give you a script and it makes a big difference for the campaign, believe me!! After the first few you'll get the hang of it if you've never done it before. Plus you can put it on your resume if you want to. (Speaking of resumes: I got another rejection ths morning--well, the position was already filled. Same diff in the end.)
Now: to the errands!