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( You chide your staff for hoarding file folder labels... )

( Seen on the forest floor today. )

I read this great comment about people who compare Hitler to Obama,

So... are (right-wingers) saying that the Holocaust was nothing more than Hitler wanting to give everyone health care? Boy, was my history teacher wrong!

Took non-working mower to the dump.

Made a pound cake from the Moosewood recipe, putting the ton of eggs from our CSA to good use.

Next, figure out how to get the smell of bacon out of the house.

Why is it when something right-wing and idiotic is going on Cape, it's always out of Sandwich?

HAWT!

I think we may be in the End Times when a Helicopter Parent is no longer a metaphor, but is the thing itself.


FAA Called After Father Flies Teen to School

I saw an episode of Faulty Towers last night and now I really want an lemon squash. This isn't the first time I've heard of lemon squash (was it Narnia? probably), but I'd kind of forgotten all about it.

We had a special meeting at work to discuss The Hurricane currently in the Atlantic Ocean and What Would Happen when it came to Cape Cod.  Our Director is originally from Ohio, and really, that explains it all.

"We may get winds up to fifty miles an hour!" (Well yes.)

"There's a very slight chance it may still be a hurricane when it arrives here!" (Well yes.)

"We need to discuss what's going to happen if power is lost for a couple of days..." (Not go to work?)

"Because we need to get payroll out!" (Okay...why? If we have an major disaster, do you really think people are going to be merrily paying their bills by candlelight?)

I think the current plan is payroll could be inputted on a laptop hooked up to a generator. Or something. Let's hope no disaster happens, because this has "epic fail" written all over it.

Is this work week over yet?

So far, I've had people get aggressive, pointedly ignore me, get upset, blow me off, argue irrefutable facts, we have auditors in, money has been lost and found, and the drama, the drama, there is just more drama coming down the pike all the time.

Shit apples. The whole lot of them.

And I need to clone myself to get everything done.

Meanwhile, I am distracting myself by thoughts of Lucy/Sarah slash. (This is Lucy and Sarah of Trailer Park Boys). I would LOVE to read some Lucy/Sarah slash, so point me to a link if you see one.

Eeesh. I never do this, but I just bailed on a pan-Asian horror anthology called Three...Extremes. It's three stories from three different directors (Chinese, Korean and Japanese). It's very well acted and well produced, but essentially just sadistic gross-out horror (think "Saw"). Yuck.  We then had to immediately watch two episodes of Trailer Park Boys to stop feeling unclean.

On the other hand, we also saw a FANTASTIC documentary about Provincetown called Ptown Diaries. It's incredibly well done, has a terrific mix of contemporary and historical information and is narrated by Alan Cummings. I learned so many things about the town and want to immediately purchase the DVD.

After coming home from work this afternoon I hopped on my bike to go to the hardware store. I was just there to pick up cup hooks, but on impulse I also picked up a little balsa wood glider. This exact one.

I'm telling you, it was the bicycle. If I'd gone in a car, I never would have brought a balsa wood glider home. I brought it home, put it together, kathygnome  showed me how to best make it fly (and little tricks, like how to make it fly at an angle). And we took turns making it fly across the backyard while grilling.

Marimekko's fall line is in.

Saw the drag kings All the Kings Men last night. I've seen them before and all I can say is that their performance and technique have matured almost beyond recognition.

One of the more daring things they're doing is they're incorporating female performance into their acts which paradoxically highlights just how much work is involved in performing male.

They should be getting MUCH more fame and attention than they should be getting. They have a new documentary coming out and showed the trailer last night and I'm afraid it's going to be a little angsty and lesbian, but honestly, I will probably see it anyway.

Everything and I do mean everything that is wrong with non-resident taxpayers can be summed up in a recent letter to the editor in the Cape Codder.

Someone is writing because he is unhappy with his lot in life. He is a permanent resident of one of the most expensive states in the Union (New Jersey) and owns a second home in one of the most expensive towns on Cape Cod (Chatham).


His complaints are as follows.

He lives in West Chatham, which he feels is being slighted by the bigwigs in Chatham Town. (This is a town of 24 square miles, eight of which are WATER.) The slights are,

An Ocean State Job Lot has moved into the old A&P building in West Chatham.

A Dunkin' Donuts has been built in West Chatham.

Some affordable housing has been built in West Chatham.

He is distressed at the degradation of the charm of Olde New England and the increased traffic and makes a point of saying that he patronizes the local coffee shop that still serves honest coffee to the fisherman of the town instead of sucking those elite lattes at Dunkin Doughnuts.

Listen asshole, if you knew ANYTHING about New England, you'd know Dunkin' Doughnuts was a time-honored tradition. And that thrifty Yankees shop at overstock places like the Job Lot...which let us note, moved into a decaying rusting hulk of a building. And that affordable housing is probably the only place those fishermen can live in your vision of quaint picturesque New England.

I don't want to compare myself too directly to indigenous peoples decimated by genocide, but this man's letter makes me empathize with some poor sod of a Native American, stuck at a Trading Post in the middle of a reservation, having to be all "native" and shit and selling pretty blankets to the tourists. The ranks of second-home ownership are dominated by assholes who want to slum it for a summer in a quaint town, but aren't interested in the actual problems or needs of said town.

(P.S. He also throws in a slur against PBS supposedly being on the television at the Dunkin' Doughnuts for reasons that completely escape me. )

New piercing. For my birthday, third hole in my ear and complete with an intense discussion with Aimee about how ritual involves passages and blood and transformation.

P.S. Just occurred to me that if Aimee and panther  ever met, the world might turn in on itself. Please, can we make this happen?

Need to get my gear together and pack a lunch. Woo!

Streetwise Scooter School.

Who picked this film? I start to suspect that there is a subversive soul manning the controls at Seda va Sima, AKA the Islamic Republic of Iran Broadcasting. It is way too easy to play with the film, to draw comparisons to what is happening in real life.

I was packing and one of my friends called and said, "Dave, we’re going to hit some bars tonight, and I said, "Why?" He said, "We just want to celebrate because we’ve done so much crying." I said, "I can’t do that because I’m moving tomorrow, but you guys go ahead." They said, "No, you have to come with us. We’ll all help you move." Which, of course, never happened, but I finally agreed.

Should we move there?

We're kind of orienting towards Portland OR for a variety of reasons and while this is kind of ridiculous, we are so into the idea.