Wednesday, December 27, 2006
While watching Tim Burton's Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, which made me crave chocolate immensely, a tremendous hailstorm started.
Hail falling.
I peeked out the front door, and then the back. The windows were rattling and the hail started piling up.
Back patio.
My back patio was covered, I feel sorry for my potted plants. I brought in my hoya plant, which has been in my family since 1947.
In this picture you can see the extension cord that I use to power "Martha," my mixer. My kitchen isn't wired for fancy modern electricity!
I could have had a snowball fight, but alas, no one to throw snowballs at. Feels almost like being back at home, except Mummy says that with global warming and all, they don't have any snow at her house in northern Michigan.
Hail falling.
I peeked out the front door, and then the back. The windows were rattling and the hail started piling up.
Back patio.
My back patio was covered, I feel sorry for my potted plants. I brought in my hoya plant, which has been in my family since 1947.
In this picture you can see the extension cord that I use to power "Martha," my mixer. My kitchen isn't wired for fancy modern electricity!
I could have had a snowball fight, but alas, no one to throw snowballs at. Feels almost like being back at home, except Mummy says that with global warming and all, they don't have any snow at her house in northern Michigan.
An ex told me I was fat. Sigh.
What compells people to tell you that sort of thing. I have been assured by other friends that I'm not fat. They must be telling the truth because these are the friends who are more than willing to tell me I'm going bald.
I tried to think of a snappy comeback like, "Well, XXXX, you are amazingly fit and handsome!" but that would be taking the high road and sometimes the one percent evil in me wants to be 99 percent mean and tasteless.
Yes, I could lose 10 pounds. Yes, I hate exercising alone. Yes, fancy laxatives and vomiting food up is really trendy among Hollywood Celebs, but I'm just a Tucson C-lister so I don't think that will happen.
Yummm, I just had leftover French bread pizza for lunch.
What compells people to tell you that sort of thing. I have been assured by other friends that I'm not fat. They must be telling the truth because these are the friends who are more than willing to tell me I'm going bald.
I tried to think of a snappy comeback like, "Well, XXXX, you are amazingly fit and handsome!" but that would be taking the high road and sometimes the one percent evil in me wants to be 99 percent mean and tasteless.
Yes, I could lose 10 pounds. Yes, I hate exercising alone. Yes, fancy laxatives and vomiting food up is really trendy among Hollywood Celebs, but I'm just a Tucson C-lister so I don't think that will happen.
Yummm, I just had leftover French bread pizza for lunch.
Monday, December 25, 2006
However you celebrate, I wish you the very best.
Holiday tree, 2006.
Holiday tree, 2006.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Holiday weekend update.
My attempts to make peanut brittle failed- I burned the sugar as it melted and it went downhill from there.
Finished watching season 2.5 of Battlestar Gallactica. Very surprising ending.
Finished holiday shopping, chatted with Mummy and was glad she got her presents yesterday.
I'm sporting a short beard and a scruffy goatee- not sure how long that will last.
My attempts to make peanut brittle failed- I burned the sugar as it melted and it went downhill from there.
Finished watching season 2.5 of Battlestar Gallactica. Very surprising ending.
Finished holiday shopping, chatted with Mummy and was glad she got her presents yesterday.
I'm sporting a short beard and a scruffy goatee- not sure how long that will last.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
I had my friends over for mac & cheese, mashed taters, asparagus, and (of course) lemon meringue pie.
Jay, Mike, and Larry.
Afterwards we retired to the living room and made holiday cards, using a set of Mexican Loteria cards for inspiration.
Holiday cards.
I'm looking forward to the three-day weekend. Just me, my new DVD player, and Battlestar Gallactica and Rome. YEAH!!!
Jay, Mike, and Larry.
Afterwards we retired to the living room and made holiday cards, using a set of Mexican Loteria cards for inspiration.
Holiday cards.
I'm looking forward to the three-day weekend. Just me, my new DVD player, and Battlestar Gallactica and Rome. YEAH!!!
In five words or less, explain why KLF's "Justified and Ancient" is the best pop song of the early 1990s.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Worst Christmas present ever...
Snowpants. I was 10. I wanted that book on Pompeii so bad. What was my mother thinking?
What was your worst Holiday season present ever?
Snowpants. I was 10. I wanted that book on Pompeii so bad. What was my mother thinking?
What was your worst Holiday season present ever?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Santa came early in the form of Patrick and Brady who gave me a very shiny, thin DVD player. They are the best buddies ever! And it comes with a lovely remote control- I'm so staying on the couch and pointing and clicking.
In other news, my throat hurts still from making all those zombie noises. I'd never make a good professional zombie.
In other news, my throat hurts still from making all those zombie noises. I'd never make a good professional zombie.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
I was Extra Number 13, the Zombie Cowboy, in a student movie today.
Before zombification.
Over a 5.5 hour period I chewed on baby brains, was spattered with blood and gore, and impressed the film crew by allowing them to ruin my cowboy hat (it was too tight anyways, next year I'll be Zombie Cowboy for Halloween.
After zombification.
The short film (they said it will be about three minutes long) focuses on a political rally and the zombie-like following people have towards certain politicians. I'll get to see it on January 23- I can't wait.
Before zombification.
Over a 5.5 hour period I chewed on baby brains, was spattered with blood and gore, and impressed the film crew by allowing them to ruin my cowboy hat (it was too tight anyways, next year I'll be Zombie Cowboy for Halloween.
After zombification.
The short film (they said it will be about three minutes long) focuses on a political rally and the zombie-like following people have towards certain politicians. I'll get to see it on January 23- I can't wait.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
A useful talent. For some reason I can piece together broken pots really fast and make everything fit well. Give me a pot, a conservator-approved glue, and some masking tape- in an hour or two I'll have it reconstructed.
Last week the ceramic expert at work asked me to put together a very unusual pot. It is actually uncommon to reconstruct pots nowadays- they take up more space at the museum we send the artifacts to, and that costs more money. So generally, they get sent in the way they come in from our dig sites- bagged together and broken.
In this case, the fragments of the pot had unusual round areas where something had broken off. I thought it was an effigy vessel- made to resemble an animal.
Side view.
I laid the hundred or so pieces out and started at the bottom, quickly determining that the round areas were the places where ceramic legs had once attached and broken off, way back when the pot was being used. The red-on-brown designs indicates it dates to around A.D. 1100-1350. As I fit on the pieces making up the curved sides, I found that a head that had been at the front of the pot had also been broken off and lost. The little pointed tail was intact. I finished by attaching the round opening at the top. It took about two hours. The next day I removed the masking tape. Everyone who looked at the vessel were amazed at its large size and unusual shape.
Bottom showing round areas where legs were once attached.
Originally it was probably a dog, deer, or bighorn sheep. It may have had some ceremonial significance, but this is uncertain. After the legs broke off it was still used, as seen by wear on the vessel's base. It was found on the floor of a pithouse, lying among several other vessels left behind when the structure burned down.
Just to be clear- the last thing I would do is sell artifacts or loot sites. So many sites have been destroyed by people looking for artifacts to sell- often digging through graves to look for pots or other items. Everything I find ends up at a museum, where they are kept for future researchers and some of the more interesting items placed on display. The reports that I write describe the sites and artifacts in detail. Any burials (including all artifacts) are returned to the descendant communities for reburial.
Last week the ceramic expert at work asked me to put together a very unusual pot. It is actually uncommon to reconstruct pots nowadays- they take up more space at the museum we send the artifacts to, and that costs more money. So generally, they get sent in the way they come in from our dig sites- bagged together and broken.
In this case, the fragments of the pot had unusual round areas where something had broken off. I thought it was an effigy vessel- made to resemble an animal.
Side view.
I laid the hundred or so pieces out and started at the bottom, quickly determining that the round areas were the places where ceramic legs had once attached and broken off, way back when the pot was being used. The red-on-brown designs indicates it dates to around A.D. 1100-1350. As I fit on the pieces making up the curved sides, I found that a head that had been at the front of the pot had also been broken off and lost. The little pointed tail was intact. I finished by attaching the round opening at the top. It took about two hours. The next day I removed the masking tape. Everyone who looked at the vessel were amazed at its large size and unusual shape.
Bottom showing round areas where legs were once attached.
Originally it was probably a dog, deer, or bighorn sheep. It may have had some ceremonial significance, but this is uncertain. After the legs broke off it was still used, as seen by wear on the vessel's base. It was found on the floor of a pithouse, lying among several other vessels left behind when the structure burned down.
Just to be clear- the last thing I would do is sell artifacts or loot sites. So many sites have been destroyed by people looking for artifacts to sell- often digging through graves to look for pots or other items. Everything I find ends up at a museum, where they are kept for future researchers and some of the more interesting items placed on display. The reports that I write describe the sites and artifacts in detail. Any burials (including all artifacts) are returned to the descendant communities for reburial.
Friday, December 15, 2006
What was your best Christmas present ever?
Here's my confession, I can't think of one present that I got that blew me away. Okay, that's a terrible lie because I just now remembered how excited I was to get the Visible Man- that was a fucking great educational toy.
Someone told me I was hard to buy for. That's a terrible lie, as seen by my Amazon wish list, where I basically keep track of things that I would get myself, if I ever had the inclination to do so.
So what was your best Christmas/Holiday present?
Here's my confession, I can't think of one present that I got that blew me away. Okay, that's a terrible lie because I just now remembered how excited I was to get the Visible Man- that was a fucking great educational toy.
Someone told me I was hard to buy for. That's a terrible lie, as seen by my Amazon wish list, where I basically keep track of things that I would get myself, if I ever had the inclination to do so.
So what was your best Christmas/Holiday present?
Thursday, December 14, 2006
My friends Mark and Sandy are in town from Sydney- Sandy has just completed his doctorate and is now Dr. Sandy.
Mark and Sandy.
We went out to the bar and watched a drag show- goodness, those gurls wear elaborate outfits. Unforts, my pics did not turn out.
I don't think I'd make a good female impersonator- especially at this very moment with the very bushy beard I'm sporting.
Mark and Sandy.
We went out to the bar and watched a drag show- goodness, those gurls wear elaborate outfits. Unforts, my pics did not turn out.
I don't think I'd make a good female impersonator- especially at this very moment with the very bushy beard I'm sporting.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Tofu will make your cock shrink and grow man-tits. This is according to James Rutz, chairthing of MegaShit Ministries. It can also turn you into a simpering effete fagmo because soy has so many mega-powerful female-mones. I should know, I've had tofu on more than one occasion. And look at me, gosh, my wrists are so limp I'm signed up for a pisiform-greater multiangular-capitate transplant.
Educational moments, courtesy of Wikipedia: Tofu is made by coagulating soy milk and pressing the resulting curds. Although pre-made soy milk may be used, most tofu producers begin with their own soy milk, which is produced by soaking, grinding, boiling, and straining dried (or, more rarely, fresh) soybeans.
FYI: In Chinese, the term "to eat tofu" (吃豆腐) is a commonly used euphemism for implying the unsolicited groping of a woman's breast or other body parts. And: Also in the Cantonese language, the term "mash tofu" is slang term for lesbian sex.
If tofu is so goddam awful, why isn't it included in the list of prohibited unclean foods in Leviticus?
Personally, I know tofu and other soy products are Satan's curse because if I open my somewhat feminine lips, masticate those tainted substances with my prissy teeth, and then swallow them into my very homosexual innards, the MOST AWFUL GASSEOUS EXPLOSIONS EVER take place. I am not exagerating here. You don't want to be in neighboring states or standing on the San Andreas Fault after I eat tofurkey or soy ice cream. The seismometers at the University starting vibratin' and the scientists sigh, "Oh, Homer had Chinese food again!" The smell makes my cats leave the room, probably because they are aware that just breathing in the gas will make them super femmy pussies.
So yeah, I don't need some nitwit Xtian telling me soy/tofu is/are evil, I already knew that.
Educational moments, courtesy of Wikipedia: Tofu is made by coagulating soy milk and pressing the resulting curds. Although pre-made soy milk may be used, most tofu producers begin with their own soy milk, which is produced by soaking, grinding, boiling, and straining dried (or, more rarely, fresh) soybeans.
FYI: In Chinese, the term "to eat tofu" (吃豆腐) is a commonly used euphemism for implying the unsolicited groping of a woman's breast or other body parts. And: Also in the Cantonese language, the term "mash tofu" is slang term for lesbian sex.
If tofu is so goddam awful, why isn't it included in the list of prohibited unclean foods in Leviticus?
Personally, I know tofu and other soy products are Satan's curse because if I open my somewhat feminine lips, masticate those tainted substances with my prissy teeth, and then swallow them into my very homosexual innards, the MOST AWFUL GASSEOUS EXPLOSIONS EVER take place. I am not exagerating here. You don't want to be in neighboring states or standing on the San Andreas Fault after I eat tofurkey or soy ice cream. The seismometers at the University starting vibratin' and the scientists sigh, "Oh, Homer had Chinese food again!" The smell makes my cats leave the room, probably because they are aware that just breathing in the gas will make them super femmy pussies.
So yeah, I don't need some nitwit Xtian telling me soy/tofu is/are evil, I already knew that.
Scruff and Puff Tuesday.
Homer and Puff.
Ohmigod, why does Homer have a tie on? Answer: Because he can. About twice a year I wear a tie to work. It confuses everybody, since archaeologists are notoriously casual and sloppy dressers. Of course, I am also wearing sandals and socks, but you can't tell that by the photo.
Puff knows how to get the back door open if it isn't completely closed. So he'll use his claws to pull it open and then run outside and then totally freak because it is the outside with all those wierd smells and growing things and birds. But what is even more annoying is that Daddy always grabs him and takes him back inside because he doesn't want Puff to be a snack for some neighborhoodd dog or coyote. Or get fleas from Outside Kitty, who lives under the bush and glares at me if I don't keep his food bowl full.
So I've procrastinated enough, I guess it is time to hop in the Saturn (with a new back windshield!) and drive to work. Wonder what adventures I'll have today?
Homer and Puff.
Ohmigod, why does Homer have a tie on? Answer: Because he can. About twice a year I wear a tie to work. It confuses everybody, since archaeologists are notoriously casual and sloppy dressers. Of course, I am also wearing sandals and socks, but you can't tell that by the photo.
Puff knows how to get the back door open if it isn't completely closed. So he'll use his claws to pull it open and then run outside and then totally freak because it is the outside with all those wierd smells and growing things and birds. But what is even more annoying is that Daddy always grabs him and takes him back inside because he doesn't want Puff to be a snack for some neighborhoodd dog or coyote. Or get fleas from Outside Kitty, who lives under the bush and glares at me if I don't keep his food bowl full.
So I've procrastinated enough, I guess it is time to hop in the Saturn (with a new back windshield!) and drive to work. Wonder what adventures I'll have today?
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Towards the end of the Holiday Party the lights went out and the handful of guys left sat in a candle-lit living room and told silly jokes.
Frank, John, and Patrick decorate cookies.
Not a huge crowd this year, and so many, many, many cookies to take to work.
Olivia and Jeffrey C. make pipe cleaner ornaments.
Everyone had a good time. I'm amazingly tired from hours of cleaning, cooking, and yardwork. No more parties until Non-Denominational Decorated Boiled Egg Party.
Frank, John, and Patrick decorate cookies.
Not a huge crowd this year, and so many, many, many cookies to take to work.
Olivia and Jeffrey C. make pipe cleaner ornaments.
Everyone had a good time. I'm amazingly tired from hours of cleaning, cooking, and yardwork. No more parties until Non-Denominational Decorated Boiled Egg Party.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
I promised Archerr that I wouldn't put a lot of glitter on the cards that I made this year. Last night Patrick and I made cards while watching funny videos on YouTube.
Holiday cards, 2006.
My sense of humor is a bit different than Patrick, he didn't appreciate the Margaret Cho video that I found through Marc's blog. It makes me laugh. A lot. Too much.
Holiday cards, 2006.
My sense of humor is a bit different than Patrick, he didn't appreciate the Margaret Cho video that I found through Marc's blog. It makes me laugh. A lot. Too much.
Friday, December 08, 2006
The easy way to get a free Holiday Tree. Have the guy at the tree lot smash your back windshield with the tree trunk.
Smash!
Brady was amazed at how calm I was. I pay lots of car insurance, so I get free window replacement. Unfortunately, I get to be white trash the next few days, driving around with the window out.
I got a 7-ft-tall tree, and Vince put the miniature lights on.
Vince puts lights on.
The guys put the ornaments on and afterwards Vince and I made a wreath around the mirror above the fire place.
Making wreath.
We watched Rudolph and then Frosty and then some other lame show. Frosty was never a favorite of mine.
Vince, Mollie, Patrick, and Brady.
Tomorrow, yardwork and housework.
Smash!
Brady was amazed at how calm I was. I pay lots of car insurance, so I get free window replacement. Unfortunately, I get to be white trash the next few days, driving around with the window out.
I got a 7-ft-tall tree, and Vince put the miniature lights on.
Vince puts lights on.
The guys put the ornaments on and afterwards Vince and I made a wreath around the mirror above the fire place.
Making wreath.
We watched Rudolph and then Frosty and then some other lame show. Frosty was never a favorite of mine.
Vince, Mollie, Patrick, and Brady.
Tomorrow, yardwork and housework.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Go to Brian's blog and vote for which T-shirt is the best. Do it, or I will be very, very put out and pouty.
Jeffrey came over and for the fourth year in a row helped me make dozens and dozens of Holiday cookies.
Homer and Jeffrey cutting cookies.
I always get covered in flour.
Cookies baking in the Kenmore Visibake.
Occasionally I would yell for Brady to come help me move them onto a platter. I ate too much dough and now have an awful sugar headache. I'm through eating cookies for a while.
Jeffrey came over and for the fourth year in a row helped me make dozens and dozens of Holiday cookies.
Homer and Jeffrey cutting cookies.
I always get covered in flour.
Cookies baking in the Kenmore Visibake.
Occasionally I would yell for Brady to come help me move them onto a platter. I ate too much dough and now have an awful sugar headache. I'm through eating cookies for a while.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Have you picked a present out for Mary Cheney's baby shower? I'm giving her birth control pills.
Mary and Heather search for a worthy Republican stud.
So who's the Daddy? I'm sure Mary and Heatha marched right down to the Republican sperm bank (blacks and Mexicans need not apply!) and pursed their Republican lesbiamaniac lips while studying the credentials of their turkey bastee. He had to have the right family background, be an ardent tax-cutter, and have the right legal skills to ensure that Mary's "wife" Heather could get around those annoying laws in Virginia, passed through the efforts of the Republican party, that ensure that the wifey can't adopt Mary's brat or be treated in any way like the child's mama. But with the amount of money Mary's due to get from Daddy and the windfall book advancement (What book you say? Why, the enormous mega-hit, The DaCheney Code!), they have lotsa cash to pay for the very best legal help.
So who is your pick for the squirt of semen? I await your vote.
Daddy Rove?
Daddy Foley?
Daddy Melhman?
Mary and Heather search for a worthy Republican stud.
So who's the Daddy? I'm sure Mary and Heatha marched right down to the Republican sperm bank (blacks and Mexicans need not apply!) and pursed their Republican lesbiamaniac lips while studying the credentials of their turkey bastee. He had to have the right family background, be an ardent tax-cutter, and have the right legal skills to ensure that Mary's "wife" Heather could get around those annoying laws in Virginia, passed through the efforts of the Republican party, that ensure that the wifey can't adopt Mary's brat or be treated in any way like the child's mama. But with the amount of money Mary's due to get from Daddy and the windfall book advancement (What book you say? Why, the enormous mega-hit, The DaCheney Code!), they have lotsa cash to pay for the very best legal help.
So who is your pick for the squirt of semen? I await your vote.
Daddy Rove?
Daddy Foley?
Daddy Melhman?
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Dear Santa, I've been really, really good this year (I can provide references!). Following Jimbo's lead, here is my want list:
1). Reno 911 DVDs.
2). An offset spatula.
3). A vintage aluminum Christmas tree- silver or pink.
4). Pretty mixing bowls.
5). A trip to Turkey.
And is Santa wants to send a nice bf, that would be nice too.
1). Reno 911 DVDs.
2). An offset spatula.
3). A vintage aluminum Christmas tree- silver or pink.
4). Pretty mixing bowls.
5). A trip to Turkey.
And is Santa wants to send a nice bf, that would be nice too.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
What time is it? The lemons are ripening on the tree, so it is time to make a lemon meringue pie! I use the Home and Garden cookbook recipe, adding more corn starch and lemon rind to make it tarter and thicker. Instead of a three egg white meringue, I purposely overdo it with a five egg white meringue. Awesome, dude!
Mountains of Meringue.
For a moment, I was possessed by the spirit of a Valley Dude. Watched hours of Battlestar Gallactica, speaking of awesome, the start of Season 2 is pretty exciting.
Also went through my closet and pulled out Holiday stuff. Hung up my big lights outside. Cookie making will take place next week, along with massive house cleaning. Holiday Party is in a week!
Mountains of Meringue.
For a moment, I was possessed by the spirit of a Valley Dude. Watched hours of Battlestar Gallactica, speaking of awesome, the start of Season 2 is pretty exciting.
Also went through my closet and pulled out Holiday stuff. Hung up my big lights outside. Cookie making will take place next week, along with massive house cleaning. Holiday Party is in a week!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Old Navy pants suck. I will never, ever buy a pair there again.
Yesterday I had to go watch a backhoe trench being dug at a site I had worked on. I bent over to look at something and RIP! The pair of corduroys tore at the back pocket. I couldn't leave to go put a different pair on. By the end of the day the tear was halfway down my back leg. The construction workers were making fun of me.
This afternoon I got home and as I climbed out of my car, the new pair of Old Nacy jeans I had bought went RIP! I just dropped the check to pay for them in the mail last night.
No, my butt isn't getting bigger. Old Navy makes cheap, poorly constructed pants and I won't be shopping there any more. The end.
Yesterday I had to go watch a backhoe trench being dug at a site I had worked on. I bent over to look at something and RIP! The pair of corduroys tore at the back pocket. I couldn't leave to go put a different pair on. By the end of the day the tear was halfway down my back leg. The construction workers were making fun of me.
This afternoon I got home and as I climbed out of my car, the new pair of Old Nacy jeans I had bought went RIP! I just dropped the check to pay for them in the mail last night.
No, my butt isn't getting bigger. Old Navy makes cheap, poorly constructed pants and I won't be shopping there any more. The end.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Went to see Flushed Away- pretty amazing animation.
John.
Happy Birthday John! I forgot to spank him.
Frank.
John's bf Frank had to bartend, so we went over to Woody's and hung out for a while.
It has decided to get cold here. I had to bring in a bunch of my potted plants and drained the evaporative coolers. The cats think the bext place to be is either on my lap or on top of me in bed. Winter is finally here.
John.
Happy Birthday John! I forgot to spank him.
Frank.
John's bf Frank had to bartend, so we went over to Woody's and hung out for a while.
It has decided to get cold here. I had to bring in a bunch of my potted plants and drained the evaporative coolers. The cats think the bext place to be is either on my lap or on top of me in bed. Winter is finally here.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Watched Charlie Brown Christmas show and hated it. The pious yapping that Christmas is all about Christ and such twaddle. Sorry, for me the Holiday season is about sharing times with friends and letting people far away know that you mean something to me.
Anyhows, I like the Grinch and Rudolph thirty-eight times better. When I was a kid I would hide behind Mama sitting in her chair (probably knitting or reading a mystery book) and look over the top when the Abominable Monster appeared, basically scared out of my mind. He still makes the hair on my arms stand up, but I would probably ask him out for a date if I could get to him before Jimbo does.
Speaking of other things I don't like. Belly button tattoos. May look good now, but in 10 years as your belly (naturally) grows, that thang is going to look h.i.d.e.o.u.s. Yessirree. No doubt 'bout that one. I rarely see a tattoo that makes me think "Hot!" and more likely I think, "Oh, I hope he/she/it didn't spend a lot of hard-earned cash on that."
Watched hours of Rome and Battlestar Gallactica (1st season for each, I don't have fancy cable) last weekend. Liked both. The only other shows I'm watching now are Heroes, Lost (losing interest), and Amazing Race (I want the girls from Alabama to win). I really spend too much time in front of my computer, but hey, that's where the space heater is parked and it has decided to get a lil chilly here in Tucson.
Anyhows, I like the Grinch and Rudolph thirty-eight times better. When I was a kid I would hide behind Mama sitting in her chair (probably knitting or reading a mystery book) and look over the top when the Abominable Monster appeared, basically scared out of my mind. He still makes the hair on my arms stand up, but I would probably ask him out for a date if I could get to him before Jimbo does.
Speaking of other things I don't like. Belly button tattoos. May look good now, but in 10 years as your belly (naturally) grows, that thang is going to look h.i.d.e.o.u.s. Yessirree. No doubt 'bout that one. I rarely see a tattoo that makes me think "Hot!" and more likely I think, "Oh, I hope he/she/it didn't spend a lot of hard-earned cash on that."
Watched hours of Rome and Battlestar Gallactica (1st season for each, I don't have fancy cable) last weekend. Liked both. The only other shows I'm watching now are Heroes, Lost (losing interest), and Amazing Race (I want the girls from Alabama to win). I really spend too much time in front of my computer, but hey, that's where the space heater is parked and it has decided to get a lil chilly here in Tucson.
Monday, November 27, 2006
I met Bert Wilber at an antique store. When I am at such stores and see a pile of old photos, I look at the backs first, searching for those that have names on them. When there is a name, I flip them over and look at the face. Sometimes I will buy these pictures and research the person.
Bert Wilber.
Richard had called me while I was at the library printing out more articles on people dying tragic deaths in Territorial Arizona. Did I want to go to Bisbee with him and Keith? Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. And off we went. Unforts, no camera, so no pictures of us traipsing around.
Bisbee was crowded and the antique stores were full of bargains- I bought a dozen Christmas ornaments from the 1920s or 1930s for $6, an enamelware serving bowl with bright fruit for $20, and a double flamingo ceramic planter for $14. I never spend money on myself, so this was an unusual event.
The photo had "Bert Wilber, Kansas" on the back and was taken at a Menominee, Michigan photographer's studio. From these clues I found him in the 1880, 1910, and 1920 censuses. He was born in 1871 in New York, was married around 1904 to a woman named Effie, had two daughters, and was living in El Dorado, Kansas in 1920. He disappears afterwards.
Bert was certainly a hottie- we agreed he was an early 1900s dream date.
Bert Wilber.
Richard had called me while I was at the library printing out more articles on people dying tragic deaths in Territorial Arizona. Did I want to go to Bisbee with him and Keith? Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. And off we went. Unforts, no camera, so no pictures of us traipsing around.
Bisbee was crowded and the antique stores were full of bargains- I bought a dozen Christmas ornaments from the 1920s or 1930s for $6, an enamelware serving bowl with bright fruit for $20, and a double flamingo ceramic planter for $14. I never spend money on myself, so this was an unusual event.
The photo had "Bert Wilber, Kansas" on the back and was taken at a Menominee, Michigan photographer's studio. From these clues I found him in the 1880, 1910, and 1920 censuses. He was born in 1871 in New York, was married around 1904 to a woman named Effie, had two daughters, and was living in El Dorado, Kansas in 1920. He disappears afterwards.
Bert was certainly a hottie- we agreed he was an early 1900s dream date.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Instead of becoming a bear porn star, I chopped a tree down, washed dishes, and thought briefly about vacuuming the rug in my living room.
Instead of becoming a famous politician, I wrote a letter to the editor about marriage hypocrite John McCain, who is trying to pretend that he is more conservative than Mitt Romney (dear goodness, who wants a president named Mitt?).
Instead of cleaning up Mollie's poop, which she inconveniently leaves in prominent places in the front yard, I wondered what exciting things other people are doing today.
Instead of becoming a famous politician, I wrote a letter to the editor about marriage hypocrite John McCain, who is trying to pretend that he is more conservative than Mitt Romney (dear goodness, who wants a president named Mitt?).
Instead of cleaning up Mollie's poop, which she inconveniently leaves in prominent places in the front yard, I wondered what exciting things other people are doing today.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
What I'm taking to Thanksgiving Dinner.
Parsnip-onion quiche.
Coconut cake with cranberry filling, coconut cream cheese frosting, and chocolate leaves.
Parsnip-onion quiche.
Coconut cake with cranberry filling, coconut cream cheese frosting, and chocolate leaves.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Scruffy Tuesday.
I looked in the mirror- should I bother shaving? What's the point, no one expects me to be spiffy at work. If I show up in my blue-jeans-are-dirty-so-I'll-wear-these-gray-pants pants everybody asks why I'm all dressed fancy.
Scruffed.
I hate shaving anyways- always nick the right side of my neck. So I declare this Scruffy Tuesday and I'm done with it.
I looked in the mirror- should I bother shaving? What's the point, no one expects me to be spiffy at work. If I show up in my blue-jeans-are-dirty-so-I'll-wear-these-gray-pants pants everybody asks why I'm all dressed fancy.
Scruffed.
I hate shaving anyways- always nick the right side of my neck. So I declare this Scruffy Tuesday and I'm done with it.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thanksgiving survey: What should I make to take to dinner at Patrick's parents' house?
1). Coconut cake with coconut cream cheese frosting.
2). Lemon meringue pie with mile-high meringue.
3). Parsnip-onion tart.
4). Spaghetio souffle.
I await your vote.
1). Coconut cake with coconut cream cheese frosting.
2). Lemon meringue pie with mile-high meringue.
3). Parsnip-onion tart.
4). Spaghetio souffle.
I await your vote.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
A big dust devil swung by my neighborhood at 11:30 this morning and at 2:30 I discovered one of the willow acacias in my backyard had fallen down.
Fallen tree.
I was planning on cutting the two trees down anyway- they are scrawny and unattractive. I guess I'll borrow a chainsaw from work and slice them up.
Cactus fruits.
Unusually warm here today- mid 80s and my house is feeling hot. I've been doing a lot of typing lately- transcribing old newspaper articles- so much that my shoulder aches and it hurts just to type this. The same thing happens if I play too much Age of Empire. So I think I'll go read a book and take a nap instead.
Fallen tree.
I was planning on cutting the two trees down anyway- they are scrawny and unattractive. I guess I'll borrow a chainsaw from work and slice them up.
Cactus fruits.
Unusually warm here today- mid 80s and my house is feeling hot. I've been doing a lot of typing lately- transcribing old newspaper articles- so much that my shoulder aches and it hurts just to type this. The same thing happens if I play too much Age of Empire. So I think I'll go read a book and take a nap instead.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Some places I have lived:
- Grand Tetons National Park, Wyoming- did an archaeology dig on the floor of Jackson Lake when it was drained for repairs to the dam. We had a pair of moose living next to our cabin.
- Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan- my father moved us up there in August 1979. I think it started snowing in September.
- Fairview, Montana- best pizza I ever had, at the Powder Keg Cafe.
- Mountainair, New Mexico- was almost beat up at the Rosebud Bar because I made the mistake of wearing a pink polo shirt.
- Alexandria, Virginia- in an apartment building where a lot of expensive hookers lived. We'd see them in the elevator going on outcalls. One of my roommates asked me to talk to one to find out how much. I refused.
I've lived in Tucson the longest, 13.5 years. I've lived in my house now for seven years- that is the longest in one place except for the first house I remember, where I lived for nine years.
- Grand Tetons National Park, Wyoming- did an archaeology dig on the floor of Jackson Lake when it was drained for repairs to the dam. We had a pair of moose living next to our cabin.
- Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan- my father moved us up there in August 1979. I think it started snowing in September.
- Fairview, Montana- best pizza I ever had, at the Powder Keg Cafe.
- Mountainair, New Mexico- was almost beat up at the Rosebud Bar because I made the mistake of wearing a pink polo shirt.
- Alexandria, Virginia- in an apartment building where a lot of expensive hookers lived. We'd see them in the elevator going on outcalls. One of my roommates asked me to talk to one to find out how much. I refused.
I've lived in Tucson the longest, 13.5 years. I've lived in my house now for seven years- that is the longest in one place except for the first house I remember, where I lived for nine years.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
When I got to work this morning the electricity was out- a car had hit a pole somewhere nearby. Rather than sit around inside our pitch-black cubicles, three of my co-workers piled into the trusty gray Saturn and went to visit a site my company is digging.
After getting out of the car I put on my Amish straw hat. I'm trying to protect my balding head. Considering how much time I've spent in the sun, I've somehow escaped damaging my skin- I think it is because I'm greasy. I'm not the moisturizer kinda guy.
Amish hat.
We traipsed around examining 1000-year-old pit houses. The one below has an entrance projecting from one side, and a hearth, postholes, and a storage pit cutting through the floor. The superstructure- made of wood, grass, reeds, and mud is long gone.
Pithouse.
Nearby, along a small wash, I found a bunch of native gourds- I'll post a picture tomorrow when I can photo them in the sun. I also saw a roadrunner and a bunch of Inca doves- but no alligators.
Nice way to spend a couple of hours
After getting out of the car I put on my Amish straw hat. I'm trying to protect my balding head. Considering how much time I've spent in the sun, I've somehow escaped damaging my skin- I think it is because I'm greasy. I'm not the moisturizer kinda guy.
Amish hat.
We traipsed around examining 1000-year-old pit houses. The one below has an entrance projecting from one side, and a hearth, postholes, and a storage pit cutting through the floor. The superstructure- made of wood, grass, reeds, and mud is long gone.
Pithouse.
Nearby, along a small wash, I found a bunch of native gourds- I'll post a picture tomorrow when I can photo them in the sun. I also saw a roadrunner and a bunch of Inca doves- but no alligators.
Nice way to spend a couple of hours
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
So 194 Catholic bishops think I'm disordered. Oh gosh, a bunch of celibate men who like to walk around wearing fancy dresses while magically turning bread and wine into flesh and blood think I'm fucked-up.
Who. Honestly Cares.
I'm sorry, a bunch of nelly boy-fuckers or boy-fucker enablers or boy-fucker wannabees are the last people who should be passing judgement on us faggots. Asamatteroffuckingfact, these Bishops of the Catholic Church, with its long history of Crusades, Inquisitions, forced Conversion, and Oops-I-can't-Believe-It's-A-Holocaust; can just go into their lil confessionals and touch themselves while I tell them how hot that redhead Army sergeant really was and what really happened after my 40th birthday party and what it feels like to be really free and happy and not having to follow some lame rules made up by a bunch of long-dead folks who would like totally freak and burn each other at the stake if they ever saw an airplane, a computer, or my penis.
Did I make myself clear? Groups of queeny-oldsters who obsess so-fucking-much about homosexuals obviously privately wish they were getting man-on-man sex and are just jealous that those of us who are disordered are having better lives than their miserable, closet-case, paranoia-filled "lives."
We now return to our regularly scheduled disordered life.
Who. Honestly Cares.
I'm sorry, a bunch of nelly boy-fuckers or boy-fucker enablers or boy-fucker wannabees are the last people who should be passing judgement on us faggots. Asamatteroffuckingfact, these Bishops of the Catholic Church, with its long history of Crusades, Inquisitions, forced Conversion, and Oops-I-can't-Believe-It's-A-Holocaust; can just go into their lil confessionals and touch themselves while I tell them how hot that redhead Army sergeant really was and what really happened after my 40th birthday party and what it feels like to be really free and happy and not having to follow some lame rules made up by a bunch of long-dead folks who would like totally freak and burn each other at the stake if they ever saw an airplane, a computer, or my penis.
Did I make myself clear? Groups of queeny-oldsters who obsess so-fucking-much about homosexuals obviously privately wish they were getting man-on-man sex and are just jealous that those of us who are disordered are having better lives than their miserable, closet-case, paranoia-filled "lives."
We now return to our regularly scheduled disordered life.
Monday, November 13, 2006
I went to see Jackass2 at the three dollar theater..... I can't remember the last time I laughed so much at a movie.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
You know, this weekend was pretty dull. I cleaned out my closet and organized my shirts by pattern and color. I read six months of a newspaper from 1869, printing out articles about people dying. I made mashed potato and refried bean enchiladas. At the bar, I flirted with someone I dated in early 2003. I took a nap this afternoon and Joey snuggled up next to me. I watched last week's Desperate Housewives on the net. I transcribed newspaper articles into the computer. On Friday I went to bed at 9 PM.
Yes, it was an abnormally dull weekend.
Yes, it was an abnormally dull weekend.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Random thoughts, Saturday at 6:42 PM
- I'm so excited, the Reno 911 movie is coming out in February.
- Sinead O'Conner has an awesome voice.
- Why does Joey insist of sitting on my lap when I'm typing.
- Did I put the rugs in the dryer?
- I'm down to three shows I watch- Heroes, Amazing Race, and Lost- 'cept lost is on break until February.
- Mollie's fur makes me itch when she sits on my lap. She is a bit big for that, but she likes special attention.
- Should I go out tonight?
- I'm so excited, the Reno 911 movie is coming out in February.
- Sinead O'Conner has an awesome voice.
- Why does Joey insist of sitting on my lap when I'm typing.
- Did I put the rugs in the dryer?
- I'm down to three shows I watch- Heroes, Amazing Race, and Lost- 'cept lost is on break until February.
- Mollie's fur makes me itch when she sits on my lap. She is a bit big for that, but she likes special attention.
- Should I go out tonight?
Thursday, November 09, 2006
And the winner is...
Cookie loves milk!
The problem is, Homer loves cookies. And ice cream. And yellow cake with buttercream frosting. And mini-chocolate bars. And cheese puffed popcorn.
I so need to lose 10 pounds.
Cookie loves milk!
The problem is, Homer loves cookies. And ice cream. And yellow cake with buttercream frosting. And mini-chocolate bars. And cheese puffed popcorn.
I so need to lose 10 pounds.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Your vote counts! Which one of my new t-shirts is cuter?
Teddybear loves Teddyboy.
versus
Cookie loves milk.
So here in Arizona we voted against the crummy "Protect Marriage Amendment" crap. The fundamentalists worded it to remove domestic partner benefits, including healthcare, and people didn't want that to happen. Of course faggot marriage is still illegal, but someday...
In other news, Arizona is supplying two new US Representatives- we're going from two Dems and 6 Repubs to 4 each. Loudmouth, nasty ole J. D. Hayworth, who represented Brian and Marc, is now just a comma in history. Poor J.D., he lost weight, got all buff, a spray on tan, and still he could not escape the image of a nasty bully that he had created by being, well, a nasty bully.
And we've outlawed means cages for mama pigs and veal calves! As well as passed a whole slew of anti-immigrant laws that will be found unconstitutional in the next few years because they are poorly worded racist shit! How long before our prisons are crammed even more full of people because meth users are required to be locked up. That's going to be a big, big, fucking train wreck of a mess. Oh, and Arizona voters raised the minimum wage. We really like to place initiatives on the ballot here.
So vote for your favorite t-shirt, and I'll post a pic of me wearing it!
Teddybear loves Teddyboy.
versus
Cookie loves milk.
So here in Arizona we voted against the crummy "Protect Marriage Amendment" crap. The fundamentalists worded it to remove domestic partner benefits, including healthcare, and people didn't want that to happen. Of course faggot marriage is still illegal, but someday...
In other news, Arizona is supplying two new US Representatives- we're going from two Dems and 6 Repubs to 4 each. Loudmouth, nasty ole J. D. Hayworth, who represented Brian and Marc, is now just a comma in history. Poor J.D., he lost weight, got all buff, a spray on tan, and still he could not escape the image of a nasty bully that he had created by being, well, a nasty bully.
And we've outlawed means cages for mama pigs and veal calves! As well as passed a whole slew of anti-immigrant laws that will be found unconstitutional in the next few years because they are poorly worded racist shit! How long before our prisons are crammed even more full of people because meth users are required to be locked up. That's going to be a big, big, fucking train wreck of a mess. Oh, and Arizona voters raised the minimum wage. We really like to place initiatives on the ballot here.
So vote for your favorite t-shirt, and I'll post a pic of me wearing it!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Did you notice there was an election today? Amazingly enough, I don't get fancy cable (although basic cable does have the Hallmark channel!), and none of the regular channels are going to have election coverage until 9 PM Arizona time. That's pretty remarkable. Of course no one wants to miss Navy CIS for some dumb 'lection.
I made tapioca pudding to celebrate tonight.
I made tapioca pudding to celebrate tonight.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Brian came down from Phoenix and spent the afternoon watching me do errands. We were going to the All Souls Day Procession and I spent about twenty minutes making four signs.
Gregg and Ray.
At the parade route we ran into Gregg and Ray and I gave them two of the signs. I carried "The Iraq War 2003- " and Brian had "The Republican Congress 1994-2006." A very large number of people stopped and photographed the four of us. If it doesn't sound too snotty, I will say that they came out very well.
Parade goers.
Thousands of people attend the event. We ran into Chris and Jim, among many others. Somehow I missed Patrick and Brady, although they apparently saw me. The parade is meant to memorialize the dead and the saddest thing I saw was a shrine made for a young man named Tim, a friend of friends of mine, who died a few months ago when he was hit by a car in a crosswalk.
Dearly departed bride.
Brian will be posting a lot better pictures of the people in the parade. It seemed smaller than last year, with fewer homemade altars. There was a grand piano on wheels, that was pretty amazing.
Brian and Homer.
Afterwards I made Brian pizza and he's on his way back to Phoenix. I'm in my new jammies and it is bedtime for me.
Gregg and Ray.
At the parade route we ran into Gregg and Ray and I gave them two of the signs. I carried "The Iraq War 2003- " and Brian had "The Republican Congress 1994-2006." A very large number of people stopped and photographed the four of us. If it doesn't sound too snotty, I will say that they came out very well.
Parade goers.
Thousands of people attend the event. We ran into Chris and Jim, among many others. Somehow I missed Patrick and Brady, although they apparently saw me. The parade is meant to memorialize the dead and the saddest thing I saw was a shrine made for a young man named Tim, a friend of friends of mine, who died a few months ago when he was hit by a car in a crosswalk.
Dearly departed bride.
Brian will be posting a lot better pictures of the people in the parade. It seemed smaller than last year, with fewer homemade altars. There was a grand piano on wheels, that was pretty amazing.
Brian and Homer.
Afterwards I made Brian pizza and he's on his way back to Phoenix. I'm in my new jammies and it is bedtime for me.
I suppose I should feel sorry for Ted Haggard's wife, now that he has been outed as a meth snorting butt fuckee, but I'm not sure I do.
Her husband spent a lot of time telling members of his enormous church how horrible homosexuals were, and did she ever stand up and say, "Ted, you are wrong. Homosexuals are everyday people, just like you and I!" I'm guessing no. I couldn't find anything on the internet to suggest otherwise.
The Haggards in happier days.
Mrs. Gayle Haggard lived a very nice lifestyle because her husband was rewarded for his conservative views, including the opinion that homosexuality was "immoral." They campaigned against gay marriage. If gay people were actually able to marry, if they were not vilified by fundamentalists, would there be an endless stream of jackasses being outed?
Her husband spent a lot of time telling members of his enormous church how horrible homosexuals were, and did she ever stand up and say, "Ted, you are wrong. Homosexuals are everyday people, just like you and I!" I'm guessing no. I couldn't find anything on the internet to suggest otherwise.
The Haggards in happier days.
Mrs. Gayle Haggard lived a very nice lifestyle because her husband was rewarded for his conservative views, including the opinion that homosexuality was "immoral." They campaigned against gay marriage. If gay people were actually able to marry, if they were not vilified by fundamentalists, would there be an endless stream of jackasses being outed?
Friday, November 03, 2006
Dear readers, a favor. Please call the evil Protect Marriage Amendment people here in Arizona at their toll free number- 1-886-486-2774 and waste their time (and money!) by telling the perky woman answering the phone your opinions on the topic. Pretty please! With sugar on top! Hugs, Homer
In contrast to last night's rally, where Bill Clinton talked about the importance of unity, of the strength of Americans cooperating with each other, of stopping the divisions that Bush et al. have promoted; here is Senator John McCain acting like a fundamentalist zombie and endorsing the constitutional amendment banning gay marriage and civil unions in Arizona.
John McCain's own efforts to preserve his own first marriage failed, since he couldn't keep his cock out of other women. So let me understand this, John McCain can whore around, fucking women left and right while still married to his first wife, and gays somehow are going to damage the institution of marriage to such a degree that we aren't allowed to even have domestic partner benefits (joint library cards, hospital visitation rights, joint membership to the Tucson zoo)?
Well that makes a fuck-of-a-lot of sense to me.
John McCain's own efforts to preserve his own first marriage failed, since he couldn't keep his cock out of other women. So let me understand this, John McCain can whore around, fucking women left and right while still married to his first wife, and gays somehow are going to damage the institution of marriage to such a degree that we aren't allowed to even have domestic partner benefits (joint library cards, hospital visitation rights, joint membership to the Tucson zoo)?
Well that makes a fuck-of-a-lot of sense to me.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
"Ohmigod, that's Bill Clinton!" I blurted out to Jeffrey. I knew he was coming to the Democratic rally I attended tonight, but still it was pretty exciting to see him
Homer and Jeffrey get political.
Clinton was in town because the Democratic candidate for the Senate, Jim Pederson, is suddenly tied with tired-old-thang Jon Kyl, who is basically a yes-man for Bush.
Boltgirl waves.
8,000 people in the audience, among them Boltgirl. There was a very cute redhead with a very cute fu-manchu in front of me. Unforts, he was married.
Bill, Jim, Raul, Janet, and Gabrielle.
Bill and Janet were awesome, interesting, exciting speakers. The contrast between hearing Clinton talk about policy issues, versus Bush, is so remarkable. No blathering the same stupid phrases and talking points, no straw man arguments, no so-and-so is/are evil. Instead you get to hear facts and inspiring ideas. Clinton is truly a uniter, not a divider.
Homer and Jeffrey get political.
Clinton was in town because the Democratic candidate for the Senate, Jim Pederson, is suddenly tied with tired-old-thang Jon Kyl, who is basically a yes-man for Bush.
Boltgirl waves.
8,000 people in the audience, among them Boltgirl. There was a very cute redhead with a very cute fu-manchu in front of me. Unforts, he was married.
Bill, Jim, Raul, Janet, and Gabrielle.
Bill and Janet were awesome, interesting, exciting speakers. The contrast between hearing Clinton talk about policy issues, versus Bush, is so remarkable. No blathering the same stupid phrases and talking points, no straw man arguments, no so-and-so is/are evil. Instead you get to hear facts and inspiring ideas. Clinton is truly a uniter, not a divider.
Warning, this is a dull-as-dirt post, but one that focuses on some issues raised by the recent Michael Fox pro-stem cell ads.
Diabetes runs in my family. Both parents, my father's sister and half brother, my two sisters, my mother's grandmother. Diabetes is a nasty disease, I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. My namesake was an elderly man who was my father's pretend grandfather. He had Parkinson's and my father would go over every few days to help him out by giving him a shave. Two of my maternal grandmother's brothers have had Alzheimers. And so on.
There is a chance that stem cell research could find cures for some of these and other illnesses. A chance. But fundamentalist Christians in our country and their annointed puppet have blocked stem cell research. The stem cell lines that are allowed are contaminated or of limited use. The embryonic cells that could be used for more research are thrown away by fertility clinics. It is obscene and insane that a vocal group can stop basic scientific research. As far as I know, the Bible doesn't mention stem cells.
This is both a national security and economic issue. In terms of national security- does the United States really want China or India to be the ones to develop cures utilizing stem cell research? Isn't it in our best interests to be promoting new scientific methods within our own borders? In the past, the fact that most flu vaccines are manufactured in Canada or England has bothered me. If bird flu suddenly appears, don't you think other countries will be busy protecting themselves rather than sending us vaccines? If we want to protect ourselves, basic scientific research and the associated facilities should be encouraged, rather than made illegal.
In terms of economics- scientific research spurs economic growth. Do we want to be the ones doing the research, or will basic research be outsourced to other countries as well?
I'm not against other countries doing this sort of research, but in my own inner patriotism, I'm pretty proud that scientists in the United States have made so many important discoveries.
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Diabetes runs in my family. Both parents, my father's sister and half brother, my two sisters, my mother's grandmother. Diabetes is a nasty disease, I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. My namesake was an elderly man who was my father's pretend grandfather. He had Parkinson's and my father would go over every few days to help him out by giving him a shave. Two of my maternal grandmother's brothers have had Alzheimers. And so on.
There is a chance that stem cell research could find cures for some of these and other illnesses. A chance. But fundamentalist Christians in our country and their annointed puppet have blocked stem cell research. The stem cell lines that are allowed are contaminated or of limited use. The embryonic cells that could be used for more research are thrown away by fertility clinics. It is obscene and insane that a vocal group can stop basic scientific research. As far as I know, the Bible doesn't mention stem cells.
This is both a national security and economic issue. In terms of national security- does the United States really want China or India to be the ones to develop cures utilizing stem cell research? Isn't it in our best interests to be promoting new scientific methods within our own borders? In the past, the fact that most flu vaccines are manufactured in Canada or England has bothered me. If bird flu suddenly appears, don't you think other countries will be busy protecting themselves rather than sending us vaccines? If we want to protect ourselves, basic scientific research and the associated facilities should be encouraged, rather than made illegal.
In terms of economics- scientific research spurs economic growth. Do we want to be the ones doing the research, or will basic research be outsourced to other countries as well?
I'm not against other countries doing this sort of research, but in my own inner patriotism, I'm pretty proud that scientists in the United States have made so many important discoveries.
