Maybe history should be taught using action figures and lolcats.

My husband made the most amazing chocolate swirl pumpkin pie, I can't even describe how good it was. We're going to make a second one, because we have so much pumpkin, it's insane. The next pie will have even more chocolate. Trader Joe's chocolate syrup and Trader Joe's cocoa powder. Excuse me, Peruvian cocoa powder.

Dinner was a salad with mixed greens, pomegranate seeds, flax seeds, alfalfa sprouts, and marinated chicken breast, dressed with a pomegranate balsamic vinaigrette.

I've been endlessly amused by this all day.
http://io9.com/5678733/medieval-mysticism-explained-with-lolcats-and-action-figures
(Although, it's Catherynne M. Valente, not N.)
I ordered "The Habitation of the Blessed: A Dirge for Prester John: Volume One" from Amazon. When the book arrives, I plan to savor it and go very slowly, because a Cat Valente book is rather like a very dense ultimate chocolate truffle layer cake. It's hard to whip through it or devour it in one sitting. Each word is important and each sentence holds a certain weight. Every paragraph is lush and exotic. Her books are extremely visual and lyrical. It took me several days to finish "Palimpsest" and by the end I was exhausted and grinning like a satisfied lunatic. I'm a speed reader, but I can't speed read with this woman's stuff. It's too intense.

Adam doesn't have to go into work until noon tomorrow, so we get to spend the morning together. This pleases me.

Also, Adam and I voted two weeks ago, since he's an election judge and would be working the judging tables on election day. I came along because it was a beautiful day and we were together.

Temperatures have dropped quickly. Let the super moisturizing begin.

Maybe history should be taught using action figures and lolcats.

My husband made the most amazing chocolate swirl pumpkin pie, I can't even describe how good it was. We're going to make a second one, because we have so much pumpkin, it's insane. The next pie will have even more chocolate. Trader Joe's chocolate syrup and Trader Joe's cocoa powder. Excuse me, Peruvian cocoa powder.

Dinner was a salad with mixed greens, pomegranate seeds, flax seeds, alfalfa sprouts, and marinated chicken breast, dressed with a pomegranate balsamic vinaigrette.

I've been endlessly amused by this all day.
http://io9.com/5678733/medieval-mysticism-explained-with-lolcats-and-action-figures
(Although, it's Catherynne M. Valente, not N.)
I ordered "The Habitation of the Blessed: A Dirge for Prester John: Volume One" from Amazon. When the book arrives, I plan to savor it and go very slowly, because a Cat Valente book is rather like a very dense ultimate chocolate truffle layer cake. It's hard to whip through it or devour it in one sitting. Each word is important and each sentence holds a certain weight. Every paragraph is lush and exotic. Her books are extremely visual and lyrical. It took me several days to finish "Palimpsest" and by the end I was exhausted and grinning like a satisfied lunatic. I'm a speed reader, but I can't speed read with this woman's stuff. It's too intense.

Adam doesn't have to go into work until noon tomorrow, so we get to spend the morning together. This pleases me.

Also, Adam and I voted two weeks ago, since he's an election judge and would be working the judging tables on election day. I came along because it was a beautiful day and we were together.

Temperatures have dropped quickly. Let the super moisturizing begin.

Maybe history should be taught using action figures and lolcats.

My husband made the most amazing chocolate swirl pumpkin pie, I can't even describe how good it was. We're going to make a second one, because we have so much pumpkin, it's insane. The next pie will have even more chocolate. Trader Joe's chocolate syrup and Trader Joe's cocoa powder. Excuse me, Peruvian cocoa powder.

Dinner was a salad with mixed greens, pomegranate seeds, flax seeds, alfalfa sprouts, and marinated chicken breast, dressed with a pomegranate balsamic vinaigrette.

I've been endlessly amused by this all day.
http://io9.com/5678733/medieval-mysticism-explained-with-lolcats-and-action-figures
(Although, it's Catherynne M. Valente, not N.)
I ordered "The Habitation of the Blessed: A Dirge for Prester John: Volume One" from Amazon. When the book arrives, I plan to savor it and go very slowly, because a Cat Valente book is rather like a very dense ultimate chocolate truffle layer cake. It's hard to whip through it or devour it in one sitting. Each word is important and each sentence holds a certain weight. Every paragraph is lush and exotic. Her books are extremely visual and lyrical. It took me several days to finish "Palimpsest" and by the end I was exhausted and grinning like a satisfied lunatic. I'm a speed reader, but I can't speed read with this woman's stuff. It's too intense.

Adam doesn't have to go into work until noon tomorrow, so we get to spend the morning together. This pleases me.

Also, Adam and I voted two weeks ago, since he's an election judge and would be working the judging tables on election day. I came along because it was a beautiful day and we were together.

Temperatures have dropped quickly. Let the super moisturizing begin.

Maybe history should be taught using action figures and lolcats.

My husband made the most amazing chocolate swirl pumpkin pie, I can't even describe how good it was. We're going to make a second one, because we have so much pumpkin, it's insane. The next pie will have even more chocolate. Trader Joe's chocolate syrup and Trader Joe's cocoa powder. Excuse me, Peruvian cocoa powder.

Dinner was a salad with mixed greens, pomegranate seeds, flax seeds, alfalfa sprouts, and marinated chicken breast, dressed with a pomegranate balsamic vinaigrette.

I've been endlessly amused by this all day.
http://io9.com/5678733/medieval-mysticism-explained-with-lolcats-and-action-figures
(Although, it's Catherynne M. Valente, not N.)
I ordered "The Habitation of the Blessed: A Dirge for Prester John: Volume One" from Amazon. When the book arrives, I plan to savor it and go very slowly, because a Cat Valente book is rather like a very dense ultimate chocolate truffle layer cake. It's hard to whip through it or devour it in one sitting. Each word is important and each sentence holds a certain weight. Every paragraph is lush and exotic. Her books are extremely visual and lyrical. It took me several days to finish "Palimpsest" and by the end I was exhausted and grinning like a satisfied lunatic. I'm a speed reader, but I can't speed read with this woman's stuff. It's too intense.

Adam doesn't have to go into work until noon tomorrow, so we get to spend the morning together. This pleases me.

Also, Adam and I voted two weeks ago, since he's an election judge and would be working the judging tables on election day. I came along because it was a beautiful day and we were together.

Temperatures have dropped quickly. Let the super moisturizing begin.

People are weird but I love them

A quote I loved:
"I wish that we didn't have to choose parties. I mean, how much voting happens just because of party? People treat their party like a football team that they stand behind: right or wrong. Imagine what we could do if we only had to vote on issues?"

I wish it could be the other kind of party. I wish I could have ice cream cake and a pony ride every time I voted.

I also wish people wouldn't use words like "evil" or "pathetic" or "malevolent" or "brainless" to describe people affiliated with the opposing party. We're all people. True, some people have extreme ideas on how to control the masses (denying access to reproductive options, denying marriage for non-heterosexual people, denying gun ownership for citizens, denying death penalties for severe criminals, denying funds for military defense, etcetera). But they're still people.
I sit in the middle, and I look left and I look right, and I throw up my hands and declare, "You are all insane and I want nothing to do with either of your parties. But because I have no choice, living where I live, I have to choose one of you or I can't vote in the primaries. You all suck. But you're closer to my social ideals, so I'm going with you." And I point to the left, and sigh, and shrug. And my husband does the exact same thing, only he points to the right, because they're closer to his fiscal ideals.
Neither of us is actually a Democrat or a Republican, neither of us is actually a liberal or a conservative, but those are our options. While we're equally moderate and agree in almost everything, we can stand on both sides and try to figure out the least awful candidates in both parties. I like having a partner who thinks the same things I do as we stare in bafflement at the chaos, shake our heads, and wonder when there will ever be balance.
I guarantee that someone will call my husband "evil" and someone will call me "pathetic" just because we find ourselves affiliated with one side or the other. But we're still in the middle. Like a lot of people.
But shades of gray are never quite as stark as black and white, I guess. The blood and claws and teeth fly hard and fast if you're on one side or the other. Being in the middle sometimes means that you get to watch the damage pile up from a bit of a distance, and it gets depressing.

People are weird but I love them

A quote I loved:
"I wish that we didn't have to choose parties. I mean, how much voting happens just because of party? People treat their party like a football team that they stand behind: right or wrong. Imagine what we could do if we only had to vote on issues?"

I wish it could be the other kind of party. I wish I could have ice cream cake and a pony ride every time I voted.

I also wish people wouldn't use words like "evil" or "pathetic" or "malevolent" or "brainless" to describe people affiliated with the opposing party. We're all people. True, some people have extreme ideas on how to control the masses (denying access to reproductive options, denying marriage for non-heterosexual people, denying gun ownership for citizens, denying death penalties for severe criminals, denying funds for military defense, etcetera). But they're still people.
I sit in the middle, and I look left and I look right, and I throw up my hands and declare, "You are all insane and I want nothing to do with either of your parties. But because I have no choice, living where I live, I have to choose one of you or I can't vote in the primaries. You all suck. But you're closer to my social ideals, so I'm going with you." And I point to the left, and sigh, and shrug. And my husband does the exact same thing, only he points to the right, because they're closer to his fiscal ideals.
Neither of us is actually a Democrat or a Republican, neither of us is actually a liberal or a conservative, but those are our options. While we're equally moderate and agree in almost everything, we can stand on both sides and try to figure out the least awful candidates in both parties. I like having a partner who thinks the same things I do as we stare in bafflement at the chaos, shake our heads, and wonder when there will ever be balance.
I guarantee that someone will call my husband "evil" and someone will call me "pathetic" just because we find ourselves affiliated with one side or the other. But we're still in the middle. Like a lot of people.
But shades of gray are never quite as stark as black and white, I guess. The blood and claws and teeth fly hard and fast if you're on one side or the other. Being in the middle sometimes means that you get to watch the damage pile up from a bit of a distance, and it gets depressing.

People are weird but I love them

A quote I loved:
"I wish that we didn't have to choose parties. I mean, how much voting happens just because of party? People treat their party like a football team that they stand behind: right or wrong. Imagine what we could do if we only had to vote on issues?"

I wish it could be the other kind of party. I wish I could have ice cream cake and a pony ride every time I voted.

I also wish people wouldn't use words like "evil" or "pathetic" or "malevolent" or "brainless" to describe people affiliated with the opposing party. We're all people. True, some people have extreme ideas on how to control the masses (denying access to reproductive options, denying marriage for non-heterosexual people, denying gun ownership for citizens, denying death penalties for severe criminals, denying funds for military defense, etcetera). But they're still people.
I sit in the middle, and I look left and I look right, and I throw up my hands and declare, "You are all insane and I want nothing to do with either of your parties. But because I have no choice, living where I live, I have to choose one of you or I can't vote in the primaries. You all suck. But you're closer to my social ideals, so I'm going with you." And I point to the left, and sigh, and shrug. And my husband does the exact same thing, only he points to the right, because they're closer to his fiscal ideals.
Neither of us is actually a Democrat or a Republican, neither of us is actually a liberal or a conservative, but those are our options. While we're equally moderate and agree in almost everything, we can stand on both sides and try to figure out the least awful candidates in both parties. I like having a partner who thinks the same things I do as we stare in bafflement at the chaos, shake our heads, and wonder when there will ever be balance.
I guarantee that someone will call my husband "evil" and someone will call me "pathetic" just because we find ourselves affiliated with one side or the other. But we're still in the middle. Like a lot of people.
But shades of gray are never quite as stark as black and white, I guess. The blood and claws and teeth fly hard and fast if you're on one side or the other. Being in the middle sometimes means that you get to watch the damage pile up from a bit of a distance, and it gets depressing.

People are weird but I love them

A quote I loved:
"I wish that we didn't have to choose parties. I mean, how much voting happens just because of party? People treat their party like a football team that they stand behind: right or wrong. Imagine what we could do if we only had to vote on issues?"

I wish it could be the other kind of party. I wish I could have ice cream cake and a pony ride every time I voted.

I also wish people wouldn't use words like "evil" or "pathetic" or "malevolent" or "brainless" to describe people affiliated with the opposing party. We're all people. True, some people have extreme ideas on how to control the masses (denying access to reproductive options, denying marriage for non-heterosexual people, denying gun ownership for citizens, denying death penalties for severe criminals, denying funds for military defense, etcetera). But they're still people.
I sit in the middle, and I look left and I look right, and I throw up my hands and declare, "You are all insane and I want nothing to do with either of your parties. But because I have no choice, living where I live, I have to choose one of you or I can't vote in the primaries. You all suck. But you're closer to my social ideals, so I'm going with you." And I point to the left, and sigh, and shrug. And my husband does the exact same thing, only he points to the right, because they're closer to his fiscal ideals.
Neither of us is actually a Democrat or a Republican, neither of us is actually a liberal or a conservative, but those are our options. While we're equally moderate and agree in almost everything, we can stand on both sides and try to figure out the least awful candidates in both parties. I like having a partner who thinks the same things I do as we stare in bafflement at the chaos, shake our heads, and wonder when there will ever be balance.
I guarantee that someone will call my husband "evil" and someone will call me "pathetic" just because we find ourselves affiliated with one side or the other. But we're still in the middle. Like a lot of people.
But shades of gray are never quite as stark as black and white, I guess. The blood and claws and teeth fly hard and fast if you're on one side or the other. Being in the middle sometimes means that you get to watch the damage pile up from a bit of a distance, and it gets depressing.

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