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I must admit that I am wholly impressed by this season’s new television shows. First came Desperate Housewives. The ads didn’t do it justice. It looked like something of a cross between Sex and the City (which I despise) and The Stepford Wives. In truth, it turns out that the show is like Twin Peaks set in suburbia. It’s fantastic and weird and engrossing. Yes. I do watch this chick show (with my dear husband sitting shotgun).

The second show I’m incredibly impressed with even after just two episodes is House. For those of you who haven’t caught it or heard of it, it is a “medical drama” on FOX. Another weird, off-kilter, and entirely entertaining show that is unlike anything ever on TV. Yes, it’s set in a hospital but the show revolves more around the eccentric doctor House and his truly bizarre (but well-reasoned) methods. Another highly recommended show. Catch it tonight.

Outside of those, most things have been a let down. I wanted to get into Lost, but never could. It started out fine, but I’ve grown tired of the whole concept. It’s clausterphobic television as far as I’m concerned. I’ve not been able to get into CSI: New York either despite my best intentions. Joey? Nope. I’m not so keen on that one either (then again, I don’t generally like comedy so I’m disqualified from an opinion on that one).

That leaves me with two new TV favorites–Desperate Housewives and House. If you haven’t seen them, do so. If you’ve got TiVo like me you have no excuse to miss any good television. By the way, I’m VERY excited about the return of Carnivale early next year. Oh yes…and American Idol. Now that’s some high brow entertainment.

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I need a t-shirt that says “I survived Thanksgiving” on the front. It could even also have a turkey on it (funny though that I despise turkey. it’s so foul (err…fowl). In any case, this weekend was so not relaxing.

On Wednesday, JT and I had a doctor’s appointment at the fertility clinic. It went pretty much as expected. First thing, to regulate my thyroid. Hopefully it will be fine at the blood draw in January. Second thing, to check my ovulation. Oh joy–I know. It’s a simple blood draw actually. So that could be February. March could be our first cycle of IUI (artificial insemination). Then again, if my thyroid is still fussy it could have to wait until summer or so. I’m just ready to have babies. The nurse and docs talked about the massively upped chance of multiples. Two or three at once would be fine. We’d get more bang for our buck (so to speak) and be done in one shot. The procedure (without meds) costs $770. We’re fine with that. The doc was also nice enough to tell us that after three or four procedures we’d have to reconsider things. I VERY MUCH appreciate his honesty. It is exactly the response I’d hoped to get.

Thursday was spent eating. Friday was spent in Columbus (Ohio) eating. Saturday was spent cleaning house and then eating (Thai this time fortunately) and buying a few gifts (some online and some at Circuit City). Sunday was spent cleaning, relaxing a bit, and then eating (and drinking). I’m feeling the Thanksgiving (and Long Island) hangover today.

Eh. Oh well. All things pale in comparison to what is happening this coming weekend. 20-25 people in my house. Eating soup.

Turkey day was a-ok. I do apologize for the Suessian rhyme–it just somehow seemed appropriate.

I’m not a fan of the whole Thanksgiving dinner thing. It invariably makes me ill, I don’t like turkey, and my appetite is awful. Just not my kind of holiday, I guess.

In any case, for those of you who love T-Day I’ll wish you a happy one. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

I’m always curious as to how folks find me. I suppose more often than not it is by way of other blogs or directories. More recently, BlogExplosion has been directing traffic my way, but I gotta say–I don’t think I’ve figured that site out entirely yet either. It seems that I’m missing something.

In any case, I know that Google searches and the like are a common way folks stumble upon my humble little niche of the net. More often than not, the searches freak me out. Here’s a small sampling of this month’s psycho searches. By the way, I’m positive I’ve used all the words here at some point in time–just not in this order. At least I hope not.

hairy ups guy [[as long as it doesn’t get in my package, I’m fine with that]]
orally fixated [[yeah–so?]]
i seriously hate teenage girls unfortunately i m also a teenage girl. [[sucks to be you]]
dog itchy bum [[want pictures]]
hindu mini dress [[what’s the damn point of this?]]
bumper stickers with boxer dogs [[how cute. puke.]]
women of wal-mart pictoral [[seriously–you really want this?]]
fantastic sam s how much is a haircut? [[cheap]]
friday dance cats [[I guess somebody can’t get a date]]
how to file a hit and run reports [[…and yet you have time to be on the internet to ask about it]]
baby i like it very much [[i’m sure you do]]
horny housewives.com [[ew.]]
boggle crack [[it’s crack, I tell ya…CRACK!]]
happy pig unhappy human [[guess somebody needs to go live in a pen some place]]
tall freckled lesbians [[tall. freckled. STRAIGHT woman!]]
cat proof fish tank [[yeah right.]]
dog digging up or eating crap pictures [[talk about DISGUSTING!]]
downtown albanian rap [[ha. glad I’ve never heard this rap.]]
cool photos of tigers no nasty ones ok [[what, no tiger porn? you wuss.]]
does fantasia barrino have a habit of sucking her thumb [[somebody likes buck tooth girls]]
strange deaths sault ste. marie michigan [[none I know of]]
happy bunny bedroom things [[this sounds like porn]]
rude pictures of the seven dwarfs [[this REALLY sounds like porn]]
religious polical cartoons [[this is the most pornographic of the bunch]]

Boy do I love digging through my stats.

This marks exactly 550 posts. I just thought I’d celebrate. Not that it’s a round number or anything, but I’m also closing in on like four years of Blogging. That is something around a lifetime in terms of the Internet–especially considering I’ve never switched domains. I’m just one of those people that gets settled in and stays in the same place. I’m uncomfortable with change.

In any case, this past weekend went much too quickly. I needed a good three or four more days to really get any joy out of the break. My time was spent busier than I’d have liked. I fixed a few computers, put up Christmas decorations (not the tree–yet), cleaned my house, and did laundry. Sometimes I feel like I’m some sort of indentured servant. Jeremy got the lights up on the house and bought a four-foot penguin to put in our front yard. BTW, my husband REALLY likes Linux. Unfortunately, most people that drive by will just wonder why in the hell we’ve got a stupid penguin in our yard.

Uh. Yeah. Because penguins (especially the breed holding candy canes, wearing a tie, and boasting ear muffs) are uber cool. Dontcha know?

This upcoming weekend should be some sort of vacation. It won’t be. It will be busy and hectic and crazy just like every other holiday season. And I’m not going to be one of those freaks that shops the day after Thanksgiving for Christmas. Yes, there are sales but the sales aren’t so good as to cancel out the pain caused by the unwieldy crowds at Twelve Oaks Mall. However, I do like shopping…JT and I will probably finish ours in the next two or so weeks. I hate waiting until the last minute.

Speaking of last minutes, I’m intersted to see what he gets me for my birthday (December 8 I’ll be 28). He tends to shop the day of or the day before because if he does it any sooner I’ll talk him into giving me the gift early. I’m not good at surprises. I’m REALLY not good at surprises.

I have the itch.

It happens every now and again that I so totally want to go buck wild and buy tons of music. It’s been a while since I did that. I think the last massive Half.com purchase was a good four or five months ago (FYI, a “massive Half.com purchase” is spending about $60).

There’s a whole big list of stuff I want. I want music from Modest Mouse, The Rapture, Jet (if I can get it cheap–real cheap), Rufus Wainwright (I need Want Two), Sufjan Stevens, Cornershop, Killers, and a whole bunch more. I can’t even think of them all right now. That is, my friends, part of the problem with me buying music. I tend to forget half of what I want, so I buy a bunch of crap I sort of want instead. Then, when I realize what I’ve forgotten I’m forced to buy that also. It’s really an evil circle of me spending money.

My husband wouldn’t say that my money on books or music is the most wasteful though. He’s definitely point to wrapping paper as the worst. I’m not even that bad (in comparison to the people in my family). The deal is that when I see cheap wrapping paper I buy it. I don’t buy ugly stuff, only cute stuff. The problem is that my wrapping paper collection takes up a few totes now. I’ve got more paper, bows, ribbon, and tissue paper than I know what to do with. But I’ve got choices, which I love.

Speaking of things I need to spend money on…I still need to buy the second Abarat book by Clive Barker. Oh, and I need to buy the new Repairman Jack book Crisscross by F. Paul Wilson. And then there is that nifty looking 1602 graphic novel (X-Men and Neil Gaiman in one place–yum). Too many things I want. Too many EXPENSIVE things I want. Too bad that I didn’t ask for ANY of them for Christmas.

Talk about stupid.

One more thing. My sister has a blog after years of reading and pining after this here site. Check out “chunky munky” (nice, eh?) at Chocolate Covered Bananas. Yes. She’s weird. It’s a family thing.

I’ve never pretended to be anything but a card-carrying member of the nerd club. In high school (I graduated in 1995) I took some eight computer classes. Remember folks, this is when the Internet wasn’t really around and when it was uber uncool to play on computers. I was there for the birth of Descent and Doom (which I most enjoyed over the network). I carried 3 1/2″ floppies in my back pocket. To date, I am the only female to have been one of the BIGGEST nerds in the school–I actually was sent out across the school district to fix computers, network classrooms, and program. Indeed, I tried to deny my nerdiness and be in Political Science (my first degree) only to regress and return to my computer roots. It took until I was 22 or 23 before I realized I would be a computer professional. By a strange twist of events, I enrolled in Telecommunications and worked as a student lead in the Computer Center at Michigan State University. I was the single oldest student working there and my little sister was full-time and my boss in the same dept. But somehow everything seemed very “right.”

Computer are much “cooler” now. Tons of people have blogs and most everybody owns if not has access to the ‘net and computers in general. Heck, I’m married to a computer nerd and our whole house is both LAN and Wireless enabled. We are BIG nerds with a BIG collection of computers (8 or 10 I think, six or so of which are currently up) and an even BIGGER graveyard of computer parts. ‘Tis the way of the world of computer junkies.

Funny thing is that people don’t usually associate me with being a true computer nerd. Heck, I was an ORIGINAL computer nerd weaned on Commodore 64s and even my own video game system (I loved my ColecoVision…I LOVED IT) purchased for me within a month of it’s initial release. I tell the stories of my early computer nerdiness yet people don’t manage to connect THIS Shelly with THAT Shelly.

I find that there are benefits to not fitting the typical computer nerd role. I can sit there, quietly, taking in a conversation about tech this and computer that. Nobody thinks I could possibly be taking it all in and understanding everything. I particularly enjoy (or not) going to places like Best Buy and Circuit City. Sales people jump on me like a shark to raw meat thinking they’ve got a gullible girl on their hands. Of course nothing could be further from the truth as they try to shove their crappy eMachine down my throat.

I also enjoy sitting amongst a group of guys. I look all cute and innocent to the whole crazy computer thing. Again, I take it all in and make mental notes until eventually I open my mouth in which case they find their shoe rudely and immediately shoved into their mouths. It’s odd to be a female computer nerd. I don’t look the part or act the part, though sometimes I do with I could be a bit more social.

In any case, I’m relatively certain I didn’t have a point to this brief mess of words. Basically, get it straight–I’m a proud computer nerd. So there.

I’ve decided that one personality trait about folks that irks me most is that of the backhanded question. When somebody negatively approaches everything, asks loaded questions, and stares down their nose at the person forced to do the answering. To always be on your toes and ask questions is one thing, but to come into a situation with a chip on your shoulder and fire nasty comments (disguised as questions) is another.

I guess I feel fortunate in that I let myself absorb what is being said before making a decision about what to say back. I do tend to have a bit of a sharp tongue under the right circumstances and if properly provoked, but generally I’m pretty level-headed. I would NEVER THINK OF approaching a situation in the way described above. Indeed I’ve discovered a new pet peeve.

It will sit on my mental pet peeve shelf along side people who call you “sweetie” or “honey” as a way of being dominant. I don’t deal well with that. I don’t care what you call me if it is honest and to my face, but if you are going to call me “sweetie” down your pointy little nose immediately before saying something nasty I’m not going to take it well.

Seriously–I guess I have a lot of little pet peeves. Or big ones depending on what perspective you’re coming from.

Enough complaining for one day out of me. In other news…uhhh…it’s cloudy, gloomy, and rainy in Michigan. But isn’t it always in October and November? So maybe it’s actually not news.

I don’t care what fashion says, but there is a fine line between dressing “cool” and dressing “stupid.” A girl I just saw definitely crossed it.

She was cute is a very normal way, but wearing cut-offs in November in Michigan is never okay. Pair that with white tights, white leg warmers, and Ugg boots and you have a major fashion victim. She looked like a walking circus.

Not that I should be judging (I dress rather, well, plainly) but there is something to be said for doing things in moderation. I get the distinct idea that she saw it in a magazine someplace and thought it was cool. I would have thought her to be “alternative” until I heard her say something (in coversation) to her friend about her cell phone. She was like: “like dude, that is an awesome cell phone.”

I just scoffed and turned away. Little girlie needs a major reality check about the practicality of her garb.

First. I actually got to eat a salad today with feta and bean sprouts and everything! I didn’t even manage to throw any of it around my office. Fortunately after yesterday’s mess, the cleaning people actually vacuumed my floor. Considering that happens a handful of times a year, that goes to show exactly how bad my floor was. I mean there was actual cheese ground into the carpet. Blech.

Second. My server works again! Woo-hoo! When I saw the UPS guy standing at the front counter holding an oddly shaped box I knew it was my power supply. I just about stumbled over my own tongue and feet as I ran up there to sign for the package. I slipped it into the case and voila! It worked! Now my work webpage is back online and everything is a-ok at least for right now. I hate stress. I just don’t deal with it well, especially when there is NOTHING I can do about it until the UPS guy shows up with the package.

Third. We have hot water again. My hair no longer feels (and looks) like a tar pit. I just can’t handle not having hot water. I’m spoiled rotten in that way.

Finally, I’m thinking about what small charitable thing I can do this Christmas. I alwasy do something be it Toys for Tots or even donating gifts to a needy family. I’ve bought everything from CD Players to Barbie dolls in the past. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do this year, but I’m thinking about BooksforSoldiers.com. It’s no secret that I am a pacifist and that I do not support this war effort. The jist of this site is that you choose a soldier (there is a forum on which people post requests) and mail to them books or movies or music or toiletries. I’m thinking I like the books idea. However, I want to find one that I’m actually interested in the same kind of novels–sci fi and/or horror. That way, I know I’m doing a good job at buying gifts.

Maybe this is the end of my streak of bad luck. Tomorrow I’ve got a half day of work and Saturday I’m driving to Chicago. Hopefully all will be well.

Adding insult to injury, I just had a massive cheese explosion in my office. I bought a beautiful salad–sprouts, feta, croutons, cauliflower, carrots–and got it back to my office. I go to open it up and “poof!” Salad everywhere. My whole office (within my four walls, fortunately not in the main part of the office) smells of feta. Too much feta reminds me of something dairy going sour.

Blech. Why do these past two days have to be the worst two days ever? AHHHHH!!

Yesterday and today are full of bad incidents. My life is usually pretty simple. I like work, I love my husband, my pets are adorable, I don’t worry about much (outside of the awful commute back and forth from work). Unfortunately, yesterday the proverbial shit hit the fan.

My boss comes to me and asks “is there something wrong with the network?” I said, I don’t think so but I’ll check. Things seemed to be a bit slow (not uncommon) but our own webpage (hosted on our own server maintained by me) wasn’t coming up. So I went into our storage space (where the server is housed) and could immediately tell it was off. I couldn’t hear it. I thought to myself “hey…no big deal…must have been a power outage.” So I go to turn it on. No luck. I tried every power cord and strip we have but nothing worked. I pulled the entire server apart and still nothing. Fortunately, there was no fried/electrical smell so I figured at least our data is fine.

Anyway, I came to the conclusion that the power supply is dead. At least I hope that’s the problem as $300 is much better than $2000 for a department with little “extra” money. Darn it all. It frustrates the hell out of me having something in front of me that I can’t fix until the proper package comes from the proper courier. Blech.

So I get home. Jeremy is in a rotten mood. Turns out we don’t have hot water. This doesn’t come as a big shock. We’ve been having water heater issues for a while. At first we had just luke warm and then we only had scalding hot water. Apparently, Jeremy pulled it apart and found that both elements were fried/cracked/finished. The solution isn’t that costly or troublesome, but considering he has a test for his last class of grad school today and is on call for work that was a third thing on his plate he so didn’t need. So JT headed out to Home Depot while I cleaned with this crazy good 409 Oxy stuff. Anyway, Home Depot was sold out of our elements! He bought another one (it was like $10 cheaper) hoping it would work somewhat. He got it all installed and we had to wait until this morning to see if it worked.

So I woke up this fine Wednesday and turned on the bathtub water. It was frigid at first, but then seemed to slightly warm. I figured it was fine. So I kept it running. It was frigid again. The damn water heater doesn’t work now. I’m not stinky or anything, but I feel like a big grub. I’ve got the fine, thin, nasty hair that doesn’t do well after a day of not washing. Still. Here I am. Feeling much nastier than I probably look.

Grrr.

In good news, I’m headed to Chicago (aka Chi-town) this Saturday and Sunday for a little shin dig. Actually, it’s an Epinions Meet and Greet. I’m a big Epinions nerd and kept on begging for them to come to the midwest. I suggested Chicago (knowing full well Detroit was not an option) and Chicago it was! I’m kind of interested to meet people I’ve only written to via e-mail and whose reviews I’ve read. I must admit–I don’t know what to expect. Then again, I’m certain nobody knows what to expect from me either. I bet I’ll look a lot younger than expected. Oh well.

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I feel so dirty and girly for even admitting this (I suppose nothing is nastier than my appreciation for America’s Next Top Model, but still…), but I enjoy Desperate Housewives. Heck, it’s not just me–my husband enjoys Desperate Housewives also! In fact, my appreciation for the strange little Sunday evening show carries over (literally) to the water cooler on Monday mornings.

My current thoughts about the show (I’ve not read any spoilers anywhere so you don’t have to worry about reading my ideas):

• Bree’s husband Rex doesn’t just dislike her crazy cleanliness. He is gay.
• By the end of the first season, I forsee all of the women being single/divorced/seperated.
• “Dana” is obviously Mary Alice’s other child, a daughter. I believe without question that she was killed as an infant (or toddler even) by Zack
• Neighbor Mrs. Huber is the most awful, ungrateful, and horrid woman ever.
• My favorite character is easily Lynette Scavo (Felicity Huffman). She is hilarious and blunt and unless her hubby shapes up I too believe he’s going to go the way of the condor.
• (Hot) neighbor Mike is obviously up to something. I suspect he’s a Private Investigator of some kind looking for information about somebody. Not sure who. Easy answer would have to do with Mary Alice’s family, but I don’t think anything about the show is that easy.
• Gabrielle’s affair is going to be discovered next week by somebody. Her little HS lover is hilarious (and hot), but my belief is that Mama Solis will be the one to find out. By the way, how is it for funny that HS lover (aka John) is in the abstinance club?

I guess that’s it for now. I feel so sad and sorry for being this interested in the show, but it is a strange creation. The set (originally used in Leave in For Beaver FYI) is hilarious and odd and idyllic. The writers/directors are fantastic and the characters and acting are perfect. It’s like a night time soap on crack. Or something.

Once upon a time, I was a young and rather brave girl. I adored reading–a skill I picked up around the age of 3. One Christmas, a dear aunt and uncle gifted me a lovely book called “A Book of Fairy Tales” which collected classic fairy tales paired with beautifully detailed illustrations. It was given with nothing but love in mind, but upon opening the book I was terrified.

Some stories are playful and gorgeous, but others are populated by giants (which at such a young age were scary to say the very least. The worst was Jack & The Beanstalk which had a hairy giant that actually gave me nightmares. Not even the Frog Prince or Princess and the Pea made things better. I disliked the book so much (and even more hated the nightmares) that I disposed of the book, hiding it so well that it was never found again.

The next Christmas, I was opening gifts and once again found myself the owner of A Book of Fairy Tales–this time gifted by another aunt and uncle. I don’t specifically remember what I did, but my mother said I threw the book across the room and started crying. I’m certain that aunt and uncle were mortified. I’m also certain my parents explained the problem after the incident.

Even at that young age, books meant much to me. They were real, rich entertainment. A Book of Fairy Tales (published by Dean) was only the beginning. Strangely enough, I in my teenage and adult years have become a massive fan of horror. Maybe if it wasn’t for these detailed drawings and stories I wouldn’t be such a fan.

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A guy I used to know at work just left in August (I think) to start a new life in Texas with his soon-to-be bride. Both intelligent, warm, and beautiful folks we were sad to lose him but pleased that he was happy and moving on and up in the world.

The couple (we’ll call them R and F) was married on October 23 of this year after nine years (some of friendship, most of love). They left soon thereafter for a beautiful honeymoon in Thailand. Seriously…who gets to go someplace so exotic for their honeymoon? R and F did. So they get there as expected. There is no indication that anything is wrong. On October 26, the couple’s world came crashing down. F, the new bride, had a brain aneurysm and stroke. She had been healthy, and like most strokes and brain aneurysms in twenty-somethings it came a a massive shock.

Especially considering the couple was on their honeymoon in a foreign country around people who don’t necessarily speak English. F was immediately admitted. Unfortunately, there is nothign they can do for her. R believes the doctors to be good, but has sought second and third opinions. The prospect for her recovery is bleak, at best. She has remained unconscious and unresponsive since the event. R and F are still in Thailand, but because of the nature of the situation F’s parents flew to Bangkok. This is where things stand right now.

I won’t pretend and say R was a good friend. He was not. He was a work acquaintance. But when a couple with so much going for them has something this horrible happen, it shakes everybody up. Few twenty-somethings even consider the prospect of death. R is faced with it every day now as he watches his you bride (a lawyer) slip alway. It is in moments like this that I am reminded about the importance of life and living. Appreciate every moment you have because it could be your last–you never know.

To my mind, no god has anything to do with this kind of happening nor can it be cured by any god. It is up to all of us as individuals (intelligent, creative, and alive) to figure out how best to go on day by day. These are things I’ve thought about for years–ever since I was diagnosed with cancer (non-Hodgkin’s t-cell Lymphoma) nine years ago. Life changes so much in an instant, but the perception of the situation and the knowledge (l)earned is up to you to discover.

That story about is so sad. I await an update, but I have little hope that it will be good news.

I can’t stand all this serious talk about politics. Actually, I can and I would really like to spout my own rhetoric but the fact is that outside of bitching there is little we can do right now. I hurt and mourn for America.

That’s why I’m going to talk about America’s Next Top Model 3 instead! Considering it only takes one lonely little brain cell rattling around in a head to “get” the show, I think it’s the most banal topic I could choose. Not to say I don’t enjoy it (because I do, immensely) but you’d be better off to watch BBC News or the History Channel or something. In any case, another girl was kicked off the show this week. Cassie (aka, the “blonde bulimic”) was broken and uninterested. Indeed she was gorgeous, but once designer Mark Bouwer told her that her hips were too big she was done. 39″ is a bit disproportionate, but the girl was so not fat.

In any case, I’ve come to the conclusion that Tyra Banks is a dictator. The people on that show must be fed up with her antics. Everybody suggests that Tocarra goes home and that she is not made for high fashion (a definite truth). Heck, this time around she pouted like a baby when she should have been a trooper. She seems dead inside right now. Her picture turned out horribly. So everybody was like “Tocarra needs to go.” Tyra praised her, told her she was gorgeous, and said she’s basically “Miss Thang.” Yeah. Whatever. She’s not as gorgeous as the rest of the girls left and for that matter Cassie (who is left) even disregarding her plus size status.

Girl needs to go.

In any case, there’s my ANTM roundup in the wake of emotional and political defeat. It somehow seems very appropriate.

I can’t say I’m shocked that Kerry didn’t come away with the Presidency. I wanted him to, don’t get me wrong, but I think so many people are single-issue voters and single-minded as far as the war effort goes that Bush seemed like the only viable choice. I’m not faulting folks for this, I understand what it is to feel powerless and scared. I personally am convinced that Kerry was the better choice, and with the House and Senate both solidly in Bush’s corner I’m frightened of what tricks he has up his sleeve.

I’m no soothsayer, but I do think I know of at least two (maybe three) things that are on our immediate horizon.

We in Michigan did do our jobs. We chose Kerry. My county came out Republican (go figure) with Bush getting 63% of the votes. I can’t fault the people in my state one whit on that choice. What I can fault them for is for voting Proposition 2 into state law. It defines marriage as that which occurs between one man and one woman. The wording is so vague that it leaves an incredible amount of room for interpretation. It’s the kind of thing that will most certainly get ACLU challenges (rightfully so) and if not struck down will negatively effect all of our freedoms in Michigan. The fact it passes sickens me, but I know why it did. Religion is at the heart of it all. It is evil and yucky and wrong to be gay. Gay people don’t deserve any rights–especially of the legal variety.

The prospect of this proposition makes me physically ill. What’s next? Methinks civil unions will be tested (the church SHOULD be involved, right? wrong.). I also think common law marriage will be all but eliminated. Fortuantely my employer has guaranteed rights for benefits to partners–an incredibly bold step. I’m just feeling my own rights as an American being whittled away piece by piece.

In any case, the election is over. Take it or leave it, it has great implications for America and the World. Unfortunately, this time around Bush doesn’t need to impress anybody. He can’t be re-elected.

Viva la DRAFT!