Hey, Lefty! Looking for Something to Do this Weekend?

The Tennessee Alliance for Progress is having a little get-together.  I’ve checked out the schedule and there appears to be some interesting stuff sandwiched in between the baby eating and the man-hating-lesbian-witches’ coven’s annual potluck dinner and wienie roast.

Ha, I’m sorry.  That’s so damn funny I can’t continue.  It’s been a long day, I’m slap happy, and I just realized that OF COURSE the man-hating-lesbian-witches’ coven would have a wienie roast.

That’s hilarious.

My subconscious rules.

None Shall Pass; Or This, Too, Shall Pass

Y’all, Coble is getting bullied by JL Kirk.  Apparently, they believe that a consumer has no right to inform others of her poor interaction with their company.

Check Brittney for all the pertinent information.

And, JL Kirk, let me explain to you something about the internet.  Nothing is lost.  Even if you bully Coble into taking down her posts, that won’t erase them from Google’s cache.  And what are you going to do?

Sue Google?

I doubt it.

If you’d been smart, you would have just let that post slip by without comment, but no, you had to bring the lawyers into it and now it’s blown up in your face.  Did you see that Instapundit is covering this?  Coble’s post reached, what, a thousand people?  Instapundit reaches millions.  Now folks who would have never heard of you before know what bullies you are.

Smooth.  Real smooth.

My Mom Wants Me to Drive Safely

An actual email I just received from my mom:


I was just procrastinating on my homework and clicked on weatherbug..(my obsession with the weather) and discovered that they have the traffic cams for Nashville and elsewhere.  ta  da!!.. now I can track you all over town.  so if you think someone is watching you, they are and it might be your own dear mother.  HELP.  I need to find a life. QUICK !!

Love you



 It does not look like Illinois is hooked into the system yet.. ha

It’s probably not that funny, but to me?  God, I love that woman.

Thinking Blogger Award

I am terrible about doing this kind of stuff, but dang it, when Kat Coble tells you to jump through a hoop, you jump through that hoop or die trying.  And when Kat Coble nominates you for a “Thinking Blogger Award,” you best accept it and follow the rules, which are as follows:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote.

I’m picking five I’ve yet to see get nominated, but, of course, everyone I read is brilliant and wise and has genitalia so pleasing I lay around at night with a slight smile on my lips as I think about you. So, no moping if I don’t nominate you.  Unless you want to mope on over to my place and put me across your lap and spank me for neglecting you…


1. Lindsey at Theology & Geometry.  She’s so cool she’s probably been nominated four times already for this award and I just missed it.  Brilliant writer, spot on and challenging feminist and, a little known fact, made entirely of almond bark.  Every summer in Memphis is a threat to her well-being.

2.  Sean Braisted.  I’m not going to talk about Braisted because I’ll just make an ass of myself (okay, a bigger ass of myself) revealing my horrid insecurity because of my secret belief that he hates me, which I then make worse by joking about or flouncing around Mack’s kitchen whining about how much Braisted doesn’t like me, even though he’s done nothing in real life to indicate how he feels about me one way or another and now I’ve said it outloud where everyone can see it which means I can never face him again and so I’ll have to hide in my closet from here on out. See how much easier it would have been if Mack had just called him and asked him if he hated me?  Because, I’m twelve, apparently.
Regardless of his personal beliefs about your beloved B., he’s still one of the most brilliant liberal bloggers in Tennessee and you all should read him all the time.

3.  Confessions of a Community College Dean.  I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: Dean Dad is an incredibly interesting read all the time, but the reason I nominate him is that he always manages to say things that resonate beyond the particular thing he’s talking about.   He’s thoughtful and his posts will keep you thinking.
4.  Midlife and Treachery.  I love this blog.  I love Bridgett for hooking me up with this blog.  I would typify her righting style as brilliantly wicked righteous indignation.

5.  Mag, of course.  Please.  That woman thinks more before breakfast than most folks do all day.

Go forth.  Read these folks.  Add them to your blog rolls.  Assure them I’m not some crazy stalker chick!

I’m Bummed

There’s nothing to be done about it.  One of my friends quit her job yesterday in one of those fiery flameout screaming yelling crying scenarios you think must not actually happen in real life.

It’s been hard for her to find a wide circle of friends here in Nashville, so she’s moving back home.  And I can see why.  If the social life isn’t going to pan out and the job isn’t going to pan out, at least not any time in the near future, why not go someplace where it seems more likely that it will?

Just how hard is something supposed to be, you know?

I guess that’s something each person has to work out for herself–what she can put up with and what’s too much.

I have a hard time working that out.

And I read Mack’s post this morning, about racism and Imus and it really upset me and pissed me off.  I about want to go around punching random assholes at gas stations.

It bothers me that Mack, a dude I care a great deal about, has to go through this shit, but damn, I keep thinking about his kids, who I adore.  What if that were The Girl, with her big dark eyes and her long brown hair, standing in line waiting to get some gum?  Or The Boy, doing his goofy dinosaur impression?

When’s it going to happen to them?  That I about can’t stand.

I can remember being pulled aside as a small child by a parishioner at my dad’s church who had a million questions about why my cousin M. was so “dark.”  I’ll never forget that accusatory look on her face, and the anger.

It scared the shit out of me, like we’d inadvertently done something wrong, just by bringing M. to that place.  I think I got that the wrong thing we’d done was to bring M. some place where she wasn’t welcome, but I’m not sure.

I don’t know.  I guess my point is that kids ought to be able to count on adults to protect them.  And even if adults have some stupid shit between them, we shouldn’t take it out on kids.

And yet, not all adults buy into the whole “protect kids from harm” thing and, instead, feel free to make kids the target of their idiocy.  And since we were taught to respect adults, we just assume the adult has some valid point we can’t yet see.

That’s not really profound.  But it pisses me off.

And bums me out.

Which brings us full circle.

So, at least there is order in the universe, even if the order of things is crappy.

Edited to add:  I guess this illustrates the main reason I don’t believe in raising your kids to be “color-blind.”  My cousin M. is clearly not “white” looking, even though she considers herself to be a white person, ethnically.  It was never an issue in our family and it never came up.


Did that spare her from being the brunt of folks’ bigotry?  No.

Upon reflection, I’m going to guess that my aunt’s family is Native American and I will remember to ask my dad.