She's Electric

Just got an email forwarded to me by one of the neighborhood groups from the City of New Orleans, about how the city will be participating in Earth Hour 2009. What a crock! Today is Saturday and City Hall is officially closed, and the lights aren't on anyway, so big fat hairy deal.

These hollow-make-yourself-feel-superior-symbolic gestures annoy me anyway, but apparently I am one of the few people in the neighborhood who is not buying into it. Unfortunately, I work for a living, and did not have time to string the christmas lights a la Clark Griswold. But if you are looking for Mr. and Mrs. Molly tonight, we should be easy to find. We are the house with all the lights on cranking Oasis on our stereo.

Obama Administration Insults Our Closest Ally

I am not a fan of the political correctness of Gordon Brown. However he is the prime minister of the United Kingdom who has, historically been our closest ally. Apparently Mr. Obama has no couth whatsoever and has insulted Mr. Brown, in his representative capacity as a leader of the people of the United Kingdom.

After September 11, 2001, the people of Great Britain loaned a bronze bust of Winston Churchill to the United States. After British authorities offered to let Obama continue to keep the bust for another four years, he, by all accounts, rather uncerimoniously returned it, insulting the British in the process.

So much for his promise that the countries of the world would like us better if we elected him. Way to go zerO.

Endemyon - Not My Favorite

I have mixed emotions about Mardi Gras. I hate the traffic and the crowds and the garbage. I love the Parades. Except Endemyon. I will stand in th cold to watch Krewe de Vieux, or Muses, or my favorite, Krewe d'Etat, but I would probably rather have a root canal than go to Endemyon.

Why do I hate this parade? First, they recycle themes/floats. Second, I don't like the quality of people who go to it. Third, I do not like the quality of some (not all) of the people who are in it.

I was talking with two friends of mine who agree with me on this matter. I mention it because we all dislike this parade for the same reason - we have all had similar unpleasant experiences. All of us, on separate occasions, have been groped by drunken strangers at this parade. Which is disgusting.

Two of us have also noticed riders trying to get people to flash them. This is bad enough, but these riders were encouraging this behavior from young girls, maybe as old as fifteen, but probably younger. The other friend, of course, was even more outraged, as these swine were trying to get her twelve year old daughter to lift up her shirt (this little girl has better sense than to flash strangers, but that is not the point). Needless to say, neither this friend, nor her daughter, who is now grown, have been to this parade since.

Besides, if I really want to watch this parade, I can do so, unmolested in the comfort and safety of my own home.

Nadya Suleman, Freeloader Extraordinaire

As a general rule, I don't care what you do, as long as you don't harm anyone else and don't expect to be supported by the taxpayers. And guess what? This lunatic has managed to do both. As best as I can figure out, she wanted her own JonandKateDuggerpalooza reality show.

I have nothing against medical assistance with conception. I understand wanting one child and being willing to go through this process as a last ditch effort to have one. I can even understand that after discovering she is carrying two or three or more babies that someone would be unwilling to selectively kill one or more of the babies. This woman, however is clearly insane.

I cannot even begin to wrap my brain around the idea that a single mother who already had six children, three of whom were special needs, would have eight embryos implanted. Eight potential lives. This woman's apparent indifference to the health and welfare of her children is appalling and shameful.

I also cannot wrap my brain around the idea that a responsible physician would be willing to participate in this scheme. Everything about this undertaking was risky to both the mother and to the unborn children.

The fact that anyone would implant even one embryo in a woman with no apparent means of financial support other than public assistance, much less eight, just boggles my mind. At least the Duggars, as strange as I find them, don't cost the taxpayers anything.

I think that the licenses of all medical personnel involved in this matter should be reviewed and be revoked, or at the very least, suspended. And the doctors, not the taxpayers, should be responsible for supporting these children.

Christian Bale

I have read a lot about Christian Bale's filthy diatribe against a cinematographer who apparently interrupted his scene. Several of the people with whom I have discussed this have been quick to remind me that I have had my mouth washed out with soap enough times to be able to identify Ivory, Zest and Irish Spring in a blind taste test. These people miss the point.

I admit that I have been known to use the occasional expletive (as in "Oh S#!T, I just drove over my glasses.") I don't even deny that I have a tendency to lose my temper. I am, after all, a flawed human being. That is not why this is important. If it had merely been a few words spoken in frustration, I doubt anyone would have cared. This was out of control and scary.

I listened to the whole thing, and I hope that I never meet this cretin. I cannot even begin to imagine what would provoke me to act that ugly to another human being. Certainly not the act that provoked this tirade.

My bottom line here is pretty simple. I think that Christian Bale is a bully. I don't like bullies.

UPDATE: Okay, I could have just saved the bandwidth and posted a link to Andrew Klavan's musings on Big Hollywood.

Jude

Okay, although I love most music, I admit I am, like Andrew Breitbart, an "alternative snob." Hey, I feel entitled. When all my little friends were just figuring out that Shaun Cassidy was not cool, I was already into bands like REM.

Anyway I am reading this blurb in National Review Online (via lucianne.com) and there was mention of this singer called "Jude" who had a "steely spine." I am ashamed to say I rolled my eyes and thought. "Oh lord not another teeny-bopper dweeb who is going to embarrass conservatives everywhere." But then I clicked on the link to his "coming out" article.

First, he was smart, and I like smart. Second, he made me laugh, which is always a good thing. Third, unlike most of Hollywood, he didn't come across as someone who was arrogant enough to think he ought to tell me how I should live my life. That really drives me bug f#$k. But....I didn't want to listen to his music, because I am a music snob. Shame on me. I listened anyway and then I bought two cds from cdbaby. You can listen to samples of his music on his website here.

Also I am pretty sure that if I described someone that I have to deal with for work as "like the Cheat, without the gold tooth," he would not look at me like I was a mutant.

I am definitely a fan and hope that he will play Jazzfest sometime. As an added bonus, I don't think he would spoil the show by injecting politics into it.

He says that he is not so brave. I disagree. I am a coward. I did not have a McCain sign in my yard because I was afraid that my house would be vandalized or that some nutjob would come into the yard and poison my cats or dogs. (I might have taken the risk for Fred Thompson.)

Last night I lurked on the live blog of 24. Truth be told, I stopped watching in season 2, and I think the show is absolute drivel, but I loved his Mystery Science Theater 3000 version. Definitely the proper treatment of this show.

Don't Drive Angry

I was actually going to post something else today, but it involves me posting links and I have had one of those days. I was thrown into a panic, because I got a letter from the state bar of one of the states in which I hold a license, saying that I was not in compliance with its CLE requirement. Aaaaargh! Of course I went into a panic. Anyway, I finally got in touch with the person in charge of compliance and everything is fine, but I had a bunch of other fires to put out as well, and the stress of the day has basically rendered me incapable of coherent thought. Mr. Molly is pouring me a glass of wine, as I type.

Today is Groundhog Day. Yay. I used to have a party to celebrate, at which I would serve Woodchuck Cider and various other groundhog appropriate foods (my definition of "groundhog appropriate" was pretty lax, so noone went hungry.)We would watch the movie Groundhog Day and my godchild would crawl out of a cave and pretend to see his shadow. Well, I stopped having the party, because once he turned about seven, my dear godchild refused to cooperate. After he was eight, I could not even buy his cooperation with ice cream. Go figure. Anyway, the whole idea of Groundhog Day still amuses me. I even had one of my former boyfriends convinced that the stock market was closed on Groundhog Day.

Mr. Molly is, of course, much smarter than that, and when I tried to convince him that he would have the day off on Groundhog Day, he just laughed at me. I just wish I could get him on board with the the idea of replacing Valentines Day (which didn't end all that well for St. Valentine, if memory serves)with Groundhog Day. Oh well. I've got another 50 or so years to work on him.