Blogger’s ennui
I have been bored with blogging lately, and both as cause and result I haven’t really been motivated to update this thing… Overall, I’ve had plenty of snippets of time in which I could be blogging, but there has always been something that looked more interesting. I don’t think it’s a permanent situation, though, as I’m expecting notable changes in several things fairly soon.
Although I’m blogging even as I type this, so that means my dry streak is over. neener. Must be the weather.
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My b-day was pretty good. I took a few days off work before and after and spent much of the time decompressing, primarily through a particular computer game which Fred is now sick of.
Thursday, after enticing several enemy cities to join my civ through my society’s sheer awesomeness, Fred and I did a bit of birthday clothes-shopping. Found a few nice things at H&M, though the sizing seems a bit odd there (a given size for a pair of pants won’t even go over my thighs in one style, but in another style the same size will be clown pants).
Friday, uh, we went grocery shopping. That’s really about it.
Saturday, Fred was looking for a particular sort of cord (he can explain better than I) so we took a looooong trip to Garden Ridge in O’Fallon, IL. Wow. I have never seen a more disjointed array of crap in my entire life. Fred suggested that I make a career change and become fabulously wealthy by teaching GR stores that dishes really don’t belong next to wicker furniture and fake flowers. Went home, had a brief nap, goofed off some more.
Sunday — my birthday — we did NOTHING during the day. It was nice. That night, met my family for a birthday dinner out at a nice local brewpub.
Monday — Fred’s birthday — we took a drive to Pere Marquette State Park north of town for a picnicky lunch atop the bluffs. It was a gorgeous day, if chilly. Back at home, I made gulab jamun for the chorus rehearsal, then spent about half of said rehearsal explaining “no, they are not called ‘dirty pajamas’, they’re fried milk balls in a spiced syrup of Indian origin”. The jamun disappeared quickly, though, so I must have done something right.
Tuesday, very little. I had class — first of the new term — but it was about two hours shorter than normal because the prof wanted to watch the World Series (go fig). Said WS game was beautiful, and not just because the Cardinals shut the Tigers out.
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So another nice thing about World Series broadcasts: there are very few political ads. With the notable exception of the US Senate race ad with Michael J. Fox (yes, THAT ad), I haven’t noticed any campaign pieces during games.
Of course, the group opposing the stem cell initiative here in MO dropped a metric assload of money to air their star?-laden rebuttal to the aforementioned ad during the World Series. And they chose the perfect night to do it.
The night the game was rained out and nobody stuck around to watch.
D’OH!
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And speaking of the stem cell measure, WTF is with this focus on egg donation? TV ads and billboards extol the dangers of the harvesting procedure. Yes, the procedure has its dangers, but it is already in use for fertility treatments which apparently don’t make baby Jesus cry. How, exactly, is egg donation different from other activities performed at fertility clinics? And how, exactly, do the dangers of a particular surgical procedure outweigh the potential scientific and medical benefits which may result from stem cell research?
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Currently digging through THOMAS for Talent’s accomplishments in his four years in the Senate. So far I’m noticing lots of resolutions — really controversial shit like honoring Rosa Parks or lighting the Arch in pink for breast cancer research — and not too much actual work, but I’m also not finished.
Talent did co-sponsor the latest attempt to amend the Constitution to prevent same-sex marriage, though, which alone makes him a total fuckchop unworthy of my vote but which also puts him on par with Sen. Larry Craig of Idaho.
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Looking forward to the upcoming HRC gala in STL on November 4. I may even get to meet a bitch!
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…so gay marriage in NJ? Maybe. The legislature has 180 days to make it work, but — and here’s the kicker — there is an election very very very soon. If I can ever find an NJ correspondent I’ll have them update me on whether or not candidates are broadcasting their potential vote on marriage v. some-other-name as part of their campaign.
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Jeffrey shouldn’t have won Project Runway. Uli’s stuff was much better, and she wasn’t a jerkface.
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This week at work sucks, and I haven’t even been back a day and a half. Doesn’t help that I seem to be coming down with something.
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‘k, more later.
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