do you believe in planets?

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59398442011-04-21T19:11:18.373-07:00do you believe in planets?leaving two out of three stones unturned in the ongoing hunt for my keysThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comBlogger2381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1133684303292493562005-12-04T00:18:00.000-08:002005-12-04T00:18:23.343-08:00reese is horrifying

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102797824347658042004-12-11T13:43:00.000-08:002004-12-11T12:43:44.346-08:00scavenger hunt!

Here's your clue: It's called "Do You Believe In Planets?" and it's NOT this blog.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102534342886552062004-12-08T11:25:00.000-08:002004-12-08T11:32:22.886-08:00brief interruption...

Okay, Best Ofs will continue in a moment. First, I would like to submit the following complaint: Portland's location is somewhere between the Twilight Zone and Utterly Fucked. It's fifty degrees and sunny, so I thought it strange when it began to drizzle. But now it decides to hail. And my poor kitty is outside somewhere. Also, I went to get coffee this morning in preparation for writing

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102461360558855132004-12-07T15:16:00.000-08:002004-12-07T15:16:00.556-08:00Best of 2004 V

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } road trip to bend, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. Best Punctured Tire of 2004: Rear Right During Road Trip to Bend

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102461274159954812004-12-07T15:14:00.000-08:002004-12-07T15:14:34.160-08:00Best of 2004 IV

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } GuffAW!, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. Most Obvious Appreciation of the fact that "we ain't the ones gettin' hitched" Caught On Film in 2004-or-Best Guffaw By Non-Inbred Contestant of 2004

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102409097369724522004-12-07T01:44:00.000-08:002004-12-07T00:49:13.060-08:00BEST OF 2004 Part III

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } BF and KD, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } kim

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102405766573948732004-12-06T23:49:00.000-08:002004-12-06T23:49:26.573-08:00"BEST OF" 2004 Continued:

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102405682339900152004-12-06T23:48:00.000-08:002004-12-06T23:48:02.340-08:002004 draw to a close: let MY "best ofs" begin

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } hooooola hooooooop, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. ^^^^^BEST Photo Involving Two Scowls, One Hula Hoop, and One Gun-totin' Child of 2004

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1102158693474534672004-12-04T03:07:00.000-08:002004-12-04T03:11:33.473-08:00just what I needed--a night worth blogging for

Best DJ EVER. On the playlist: The Cars Dee-Lite Ladytron The Faint Pulp Melt Banana Depeche Mode Joy Division The Pixies Interpol Madonna Motley Crue That's all I can account for at this time. I danced my ass off. Alcohol intake? Let's just say it took me five tries to type "playlist."

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101706657023523242004-11-28T21:35:00.000-08:002004-11-28T21:37:37.023-08:00Sunday night blues? Puh-leez

Weekends mean nothing to me. Hair: red.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101593955664576502004-11-27T14:17:00.000-08:002004-11-27T14:19:15.666-08:00RIP, oldest friend.

It was nice knowing you, democracy. My intelligent commentary: GODDAMN MONKEY-FUCKING SONNOVABITCHING MOTHERHUMPING FUCKBUNNIED APEASS-ED FUCKILY DUCKILY DOO DAH.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101500508618252732004-11-26T13:15:00.000-08:002004-11-26T12:21:48.616-08:00TGIO

In response to K's lovely Thanksgiving, condensed for easier consumption, here's mine: All the orphans were late. I almost burned my thumb off. Yes, off. The door to my oven broke. Mulled wine is good. Stepford Wives is not a good Thanksgiving movie, because no amount of mulled wine, warm and cinnamonny as can be, can render it unterrible. Leftovers for breakfast: ugh.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101335352216385482004-11-24T14:26:00.000-08:002004-11-24T14:29:12.216-08:00today's event

I was coming back from downtown a little while ago (where I learned via a post-it on my office door that the meeting I had come all the way downtown for was cancelled--what haven't these assholes heard of the internets?) and saw the funniest thing ever. A little tiny woman was walking two gigantic black labs, and they went all apeshit on two horsie-riding cops. The horses just blinked and

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101320567449363202004-11-24T10:20:00.000-08:002004-11-24T10:22:47.450-08:00the Filth Strikes Again

I won't quote the whole thing. Just read it. :::Little lonely fist clumsily pumping in the air:::

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101165733194832862004-11-22T15:16:00.000-08:002004-11-22T15:22:13.193-08:00grinding halt

My blogging binge of late will probably slow down for seriously in the upcoming weeks. I have to set up my final exam committee for this spring, write a seminar paper, annotate everything I read for a 4-credit independent study in critical theory, pass my French proficiency exam, comment upon 20 revised drafts for my students' research essays, grade 20 portfolios for my students' final projects,

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101001032758274902004-11-20T17:36:00.001-08:002004-11-20T17:39:35.396-08:00Formal Request:

To: Rah, K_rl, and Mr. MBIMOTMOG: Re: Descending upon Erasmus (with me) I haven't seen the kid in almost a year and a half. Weekend in Minnie?

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1101000980619121412004-11-20T17:33:00.000-08:002004-11-20T17:36:20.620-08:0010,000

My hit counter finally struck that magic number. Gee whiz, and it only took a year! Oh well, I'll still shake it in joy and gladness: ::insert booty dance here:: Er... wait, I don't really have a booty dance. Let's try: ::insert ridiculous skinny-white-girl jig-like hopping around bit with a hint of the Roger Rabbit:: ~*~*~Jazz HAAAAAAAAAAANDS!!~*~*~

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100905270019766862004-11-19T14:56:00.000-08:002004-11-19T15:01:10.020-08:00%@#$ this &%@#!!!

What next, em-effers? Just opened a letter from Wells Fargo ("Hmm, just got my checking account statement and my quarterly interest notification, what could this be?"). Stupid fucks. It seems that four computers containing student loan information were stolen from one of their West Coast facilities. On one of those computers: MY information. Social security number, birthdate, home address,

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100849953180510872004-11-18T23:37:00.000-08:002004-11-18T23:39:13.180-08:00haloscan help?

So... I've noticed that all of my comments for posts older than, say, two months or so, have fallen off of my blog. Is there a limit to how many comments a haloscan account can handle? Anyone know how I can prevent my comments from falling off? They're my favorite part.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100846975982090802004-11-18T22:48:00.000-08:002004-11-19T11:55:51.070-08:00I am childish.

This is funny.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100773841569510352004-11-18T02:23:00.000-08:002004-11-18T02:30:41.570-08:00pathetic.

It is 2:30 in the morning, I am still up grading papers (which I've been doing pretty steadily since 6 pm this evening), and I really want a beer. But I've given up drinking for the next three weeks. Jamey's in bed, the rain is pounding the skylights, and my cat is sleeping on a chair across the table from me. Scooping up kitty, climbing into bed, curling up next to a softly snoring man,

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100666943607332412004-11-17T22:38:00.000-08:002004-11-17T23:13:41.710-08:00I will no longer apologize for my occupation Part One.

It's not as if I'm a hooker. I'd make waaay more money as a hooker. Or so I've been told. By gross, dirty strangers at busstops. My profession is legal, yet I spend far too much time--time that I could spend actually WRITING or stripping or posting embarrassing pictures of my domestic partner or telling people to fuck off--defending myself against people who take issue with what I do for a

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100721101754634452004-11-17T11:49:00.000-08:002004-11-17T13:29:25.966-08:00if there were any hope for Republicans, it might look kind of like this

From the Washington Post: ...[I]t's up to discerning Republicans to wrestle with this quandary: You won all right, but at what cost? What happened to the party that once shared Abraham Lincoln's faith in the "better angels of our nature"? That fifth-grade teacher taught me to appreciate how -- through Lincoln's resolve -- our nation overcame a cataclysm of hate to stop the Union from dissolving.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100677332928407872004-11-16T23:41:00.000-08:002004-11-16T23:42:12.926-08:00oh sweet jesus

You funny bastards are gonna kill me. I gotta go pass out.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100676713355307902004-11-16T23:26:00.000-08:002004-11-16T23:49:36.830-08:00I take it back! I take it back!

I'm withdrawing my Abercrombie and Fitch portfolio from consideration. A&F just lost (provisionally, I think) in court and are shelling out a cool $40 million in a class action lawsuit. Astounding: A&F discriminate against "Latino, African American, Asian American and women applicants and employees", promoting images of whiteness and refusing to hire members of other races. Who'd have

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100673896298279472004-11-16T22:44:00.000-08:002004-11-16T22:44:56.296-08:00we're profound.

Jamey: I like drinking beer. ... ThElizabeth: Me too.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100671478809042642004-11-16T22:04:00.000-08:002004-11-16T22:04:38.810-08:00ice cream?

Does it go badly with beer? It's WinterHook, so we already have a frozen theme.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100650928843080552004-11-16T16:22:00.000-08:002004-11-16T16:22:08.843-08:00lovers will be lovers

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100546046810403102004-11-15T11:14:00.000-08:002004-11-15T11:14:06.810-08:00Doghouse?

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } small and in charge, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. I let him out for the birfdays. Tomorrow? Expect more cat-cuddling pictures.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100416634496960892004-11-13T23:17:00.000-08:002004-11-13T23:22:09.506-08:00don't ask me why,

but this potential one-liner just kills me: We have clear proof that you can get away with anything short of murder so long as you come from the right family, like to ride horses, and live on a goddam motherfucking ranch for shit's sake. Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh. I keep heading back to The Filth Will Be Here Soon to read it over and over. Eventually it will stop being funny as

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100384937496332122004-11-13T14:14:00.000-08:002004-11-13T14:29:49.773-08:00my stomach just turned over... oop, there it went again...

Yesterday a man killed himself a short distance from where I sit by jumping off of the interstate bridge onto I-84. Just as he hit the ground he was struck by a delivery truck. What a gruesome, terrifying, terrible way to go. I'm sorry, Mister. The knuckle-dragging local TV news anchors announced, "even more disturbing than the man jumping is that the delivery truck driver kept on going."

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100314716398699862004-11-12T18:48:00.000-08:002004-11-12T19:28:58.710-08:00I've found her.

I think I've stumbled upon the biggest loser/craziest bitch ever. I don't want to link to her "blog" (if you want to call it that), so I'll give you a series of clues, and maybe you can follow the trail of mysssssteryyyyyy... It's a typepad account. The first word is the name of a certain Shakespearean tragic hero. And the first syllable of his name is "Rom." The second word (the words

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100310913889916082004-11-12T17:39:00.000-08:002004-11-12T17:56:47.780-08:00time to question everything you've ever believed about the ones you love!

Yup... it's that time of the year again! To protect the innocent (those you love), I will not use full names. Myth (in the words of Manny Manthis): ThE_______ only likes kinda husky, bigger, taller guys. She can't handle a man with a slight build. Fact: ThE_______'s tendency to avoid the pretty boys has nothing to do with taste. She simply CAN'T HAVE the delicate man because she would CRUSH

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100200452070076222004-11-11T11:14:00.000-08:002004-11-11T11:14:12.070-08:00Doghouse? Still occupied.

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } morning after, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. But wookut duh witto kitty-kat!! Ooooh-boo-boo-boo! Meow! Meow, little kitters! Whosa good bitters? Brown'sa good bitters! Purrrrr...

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100143219173627052004-11-10T19:20:00.000-08:002004-11-10T19:20:19.173-08:00okay then, change of subject you heartless bunch of orangutans

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100111257745434042004-11-10T10:27:00.000-08:002004-11-10T10:27:37.746-08:00my babies

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } my babies, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. Just... just... just fucking look at that. Fucking Christ I love that..cat.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100051757988373982004-11-09T17:55:00.000-08:002004-11-09T18:03:08.493-08:00in the lost and found: KH's sarcasm

I overheard this exchange today while one of my colleagues/officemates held a midterm conference with one of her students. KH: Any other general thoughts on how the class is going? Student: Not really. I mean, you're doing a great job. KH: Thanks. Student: I was actually kinda surprised. I mean, no offense. But you were so young on the first day. KH: I'm much older now. Student.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100051610590446342004-11-09T17:49:00.000-08:002004-11-09T17:53:30.590-08:00Bulldoze Jesusland into the Ocean, Please

Yuh done seen this hilarious rant at fuckthesouth.com that I came upon through the Liberal Avenger? One highlight: 'All those Federal taxes you love to hate? It all comes from us and goes to you, so shut up and enjoy your fucking Tennessee Valley Authority electricity and your fancy highways that we paid for. And the next time Florida gets hit by a hurricane you can come crying to us if you

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1100016988396508412004-11-09T08:14:00.000-08:002004-11-09T08:16:28.396-08:00from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach...

...I hereby swear to never again replace my morning coffee, which I did not have time to brew this morning because I was surf-boarding the internation highway, with a can of warm Diet Dr. Pepper. *Shudder*

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099976843248797842004-11-08T21:01:00.000-08:002004-11-08T21:07:23.246-08:00top five worst things I found today

5) "Evidence" of my boyfriend's "infidelity" on the internets 4) a republican blog calling for the binding, gagging, and "teaching" of Christian women who support abortion rights 3) a new patch of incoming gray hair 2) a pile of human feces on my front sidewalk 1.5) A PILE OF HUMAN FECES ON MY FRONT SIDEWALK 1) a scary, upsetting, alarming post on a friend's blog. If you think you can help me

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099856319816937402004-11-07T11:36:00.000-08:002004-11-07T11:38:39.816-08:00like, eew!

Every time I check my referrals page, there are two or three google searches for "thelizabeth." That's just creepy. Bookmarks, folks, helloooo???

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099788896956379062004-11-06T16:54:00.000-08:002004-11-06T17:00:10.873-08:00my portfolio

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } IMG_3535, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } eric

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099765423554804192004-11-06T10:22:00.000-08:002004-11-06T10:23:43.553-08:00question for you brainiacs

From a comment thread at the Liberal Avenger: I'm assuming that the Bush Administration would block Clinton's appointment as UN Secretary General. I'm not certain how the selection process works. Anyone? Well?

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099762905646172072004-11-06T09:41:00.000-08:002004-11-06T09:41:45.646-08:00dead sea lion friend sleeping on the beach

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } IMG_3536, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. SEE???Can YOU tell which end is his head?......PSYCH! He doesn't HAVE ONE!

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099716250508196692004-11-05T20:43:00.000-08:002004-11-05T20:44:10.510-08:00so...

...who thinks that I was lying about that whole sea lion thing?

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099709781645013822004-11-05T18:51:00.000-08:002004-11-05T18:56:21.646-08:00no matter how much sense I seem to make, for chrissakes don't listen to me

What a moron. What a naive, running-at-the-mouth fucking moron. I wrote this (funny, but nonetheless moronic) POS almost exactly a year ago: I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that said, "Help! I've been kidnapped by radicals and they refuse to let me go! No really, I'm serious. --Jesus Christ". It seemed like a better version of "God please save me from your followers," which is very popular

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099707746430555532004-11-05T18:17:00.000-08:002004-11-05T18:22:26.430-08:00AUUGHHHHcan'tACAAUUUGGstopAAUUGG screamingGHH

AAAUUUGGGGHHG drunk with hot flashes AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH opened one of the weekly alternatives today AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH and they're talking AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHH about Ashlee Simpson AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH guess I expected BBBWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA a contrant stream AAAAAAAIAAAAAIAIIIAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGH of FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099631736581014412004-11-04T21:10:00.000-08:002004-11-04T21:18:03.136-08:00FYI

Some of you may find this helpful, interesting, or inspiring. Unfortunately, this website depends upon donations to survive, so it may not be long for the world. It has been a bright spot for me in this insipid, vacuous, simple-minded world of mainstream media. From: "Consortiumnews\.com" To: "List Member" Subject: Top Priority--Media Infrastructure Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2004 09:44:58 -0800

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099541105731118012004-11-03T20:04:00.000-08:002004-11-03T20:05:05.730-08:00smile through tears

Visualize: the promised land.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099518448330352962004-11-03T13:46:00.000-08:002004-11-03T13:47:28.330-08:00I need my one day to cry, to be angry, and to consider throwing up my hands. tomorrow will be something different.

Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want and deserve to get it good and hard. H. L. Mencken (1880 - 1956)

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099509525697409752004-11-03T11:18:00.000-08:002004-11-03T11:18:45.696-08:00I am married to my rage

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099459761597436402004-11-02T21:29:00.000-08:002004-11-02T21:29:21.596-08:00head between knees

breathing into a paper bag

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099436647419665012004-11-02T15:01:00.000-08:002004-11-02T15:04:07.420-08:00VOTE

For serious. Rain Schmain. I mean this: if you don't vote, I don't like you. Let's have a vote: Not voting is the new: a)having my foot so far up your ass it comes out your mouth. b)leprosy. c)mall bangs. d) all of the above.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099411359572488742004-11-02T08:01:00.000-08:002004-11-02T08:02:39.573-08:00anyone else have effed up dreams last night?

wanna share? Me: Dreamt of listening to interviews on Air America discussing "why we lost." I guess you could call that one a nightmare. Rough night of half-slumber.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099359591971111572004-11-01T17:37:00.000-08:002004-11-01T17:42:03.156-08:00sinking lower on every level

The Republicans continue to employ the "useful tool" of voter suppression on the UW-Madison campus. No, I don't always go straight to the Daily Cardinal for my news, but hey.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099358198990616372004-11-01T17:15:00.000-08:002004-11-01T17:16:38.990-08:00come on bloggers

people. the election is to-MORROW. blog me some hope, for Chrissakes!

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099273816630385542004-10-31T17:35:00.000-08:002004-10-31T17:50:16.630-08:00halloween

But first: seriously folks. Is someone purposely googling, yahoo-searching, and MSN-searching for "bathroom sex" and clicking on DYBIP just to spite me? or to please me, whichever? yipes. today's referral went something something like "people to be 2 in stall bathroom sex." Wha--? Oh yeah--happy halloween. Tonight's agenda: Hot Snakes at the Bossanova Dancing at the Holocene I'm going as

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099247880160368522004-10-31T10:37:00.000-08:002004-10-31T10:38:00.166-08:00un. in. formed.

The whole setting back the clock thing just totally crept up on me.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099200452432295052004-10-30T22:26:00.000-07:002004-10-30T22:27:32.433-07:00whatever.

I am Indie GirlClick on the picture below to read more:Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com I'd like, so never drive a Vespa.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099184940571485882004-10-30T17:54:00.000-07:002004-10-30T18:13:36.216-07:00BILL! i heart you so, I always will...

I just took a study break and watched a live Kerry-Edwards Campaign rally in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Bill Clinton, lookin' slim, trim, and ghastly pale delivered the good news to the good people in one of the most beautiful cities in the country. Silly me: I started crying (dork) after he spoke and the camera panned around to show the scared and hopeful good people of Santa Fe clapping their

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099098318290596272004-10-29T18:03:00.000-07:002004-10-29T18:05:18.290-07:00answering the call

k_rl: thanks for the chat. A recap for the rest of you: sweater-vests (it's a sweater... AND a vest!) playas ragdolls with silkscreen faces squeaking clarinets internets

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099083963177051842004-10-29T14:01:00.000-07:002004-10-29T14:06:03.176-07:00purring kitty on my lap

Otherwise, I am cold and lonely. Rah whisked her busy self back up to Seattle/Bellingham-land, Jamey trotted off to work, and I am all alone with nothing to do except the piles and piles of reading staring me (and my entire weekend) in the face. It's waaaayyyy too nice outside to bother myself with that, though. I'd like to go shopping. If you're bored, give me a call. Really. It's been a

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099080980339865812004-10-29T13:15:00.000-07:002004-10-29T13:16:20.340-07:00stolen fair and square...

...from a bulletin posted by one Benjamin Runkle on Friendster: 'Here's a Mush Limbaugh quotefrom Nov. 3, 1988 you're going to love. pass it on. "And now the liberals want to stop President Reagan from selling chemical warfare agents and military equipment to Saddam Hussein, and why? Because Saddam 'allegedly' gassed a few Kurds in his own country. Mark my words. All of this talk of Saddam

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1099067943074091132004-10-29T09:35:00.000-07:002004-10-29T09:39:03.076-07:00Rah is here! (boingboingboingboingboing)

Boing-boing. Like the BoHEmians I've heard us declared to be, Rah and I hit the newest hipster haven in town last night... followed by the most depressing, trashy karaoke bar on the planet. Most noteworthy? a) unblinking man in red snowpants lip synching (minus vocal track, oddly enough) to "you are my special angel" b) air-guitar metal man screamings "Master of Puppets" or c) Rah and

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098945225274219402004-10-27T23:31:00.000-07:002004-10-27T23:33:45.273-07:00so...

...did I forget to mention that we found a dead sea lion on the coast a few weeks ago... and that we played with it a little bit? Just a little? Well now they're saying all the sea lions are dying from some bacterial kidney disease that is very contagious and easily transferrable from sea lion carcasses to live human beings. Good-o.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098932716492633742004-10-27T20:02:00.000-07:002004-10-27T20:05:16.493-07:00cruisin' for a bruisin'

Looking for some wholesome political sparring? Okay, on the other hand, want to engage in a shameless exchange of rashly posted barbed and jagged commentary... with Republicans? Join me in the sucker-punch fest at the blog advertised at the bottom of my comments window: www.liberalavenger.com Go my team.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098897683182009672004-10-27T10:18:00.000-07:002004-10-27T10:21:23.183-07:00not that I'm in any position to be asking for favors, especially since I've realized my debts to the world, but...

...you folks should go read Joy's blog. She's a funny gal. Highlights include: 1) Republicans hiding in the bushes 2) friends embarrassing her at her own art show 3) Ballot Bonfires 4) Direct references to ME 5) Carefully masked references to her boyfriend, roommates, etc. She just uses their FIRST INTIAL. Sneaky, huh? 6) Pretty blue sky. Hit the link over yonder>>>

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098897201220853632004-10-27T09:53:00.000-07:002004-10-27T10:13:21.220-07:00if we were going to be petty about it...

...I would be mostly indebted to yous and very rarely a creditor. Technically: URMyJoy: IOU 1 (one) trip to Seattle + 1 (one) piece of Robot paraphernalia + 1/2 (one-half) of an outing in a pretty white canoe. Plus lots of... Joy. RAH: IOU 1 (one) long distance rescue mission + 3 (that's right, THREE) souvenirs from faraway places (plus endless laughs and giggles, meandering telephone

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098895969585188202004-10-27T09:49:00.000-07:002004-10-27T09:52:49.586-07:00so swoon baby, starry nights

Interpol in Portland, Interpol on CSI, and last night, Interpol on Jimmy Kimball or Kimble or whatever that un-funny guy's name is. Too bad about the whole soundstage-making-like-a-tin-can-lined-with-cotton-balls thing. I know what the song was suPPOSED to sound like, so no damage done here. You can download the performance at ABC.com keyword Kimball or kimble or however the hell you spell his

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098831670483864792004-10-26T15:43:00.000-07:002004-10-26T16:01:10.483-07:00bussy bussy

I just got home from work and it dawned on me that I haven't related many of my bus experiences lately. Three observations: 1) I ALWAYS sit next to the flu. Or the cold, or the clap, or whatever troubles people so much that they are incapable of moving their hands to block the flow of snot and spittle they expel from their noses when they sneeze all over the damn place. This morning, the nice

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098826246931019712004-10-26T14:27:00.000-07:002004-10-26T14:30:46.930-07:00Bwaaaaaa! Heh. Heh-heh. Heh-heh-HEH-heh-heh.

Two things: 1) WW Blog = always funny, always fresh always linking to other fresh funnies. This one takes the words out of my mouth, almost: Interpol, they gots some questionable lyrics. BUT! I refuse to admit that they're bad. If they were merely "bad," they wouldn't be so notable and worthy of discussion. They're bad POETRY; not bad lyrics. Bad lyrics SOUND bad. These stick in your

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098808804402865102004-10-26T09:38:00.000-07:002004-10-26T14:51:23.456-07:00I am the new sleaze.

Check it out: you know I'm dirty.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098807640219962822004-10-26T09:04:00.000-07:002004-10-26T09:26:05.373-07:00sour cream/grapes

You know those plastic containers with the plastic lids that you have to take to the recycling center because curbside pickup won't recycle them? They usually contain cottage cheese or plain yogurt or sour cream or something. Well, lately I feel like one of those containers, or maybe the sour cream contained therein, whatever. My lid has been pulled off after many months of sitting in the

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098731958531618282004-10-25T13:15:00.000-07:002004-10-25T16:52:07.970-07:00you'll never see a finer ship in your life

Almost a year later on the dot, my compassionate robot struts back into town to give me those naughty "rockstars don't count" feelings (and I don't mean Rah). This time he looked like a cross between Jack White and a pilgrim. Baby, I'll be your Mayflower. If you haven't heard Antics yet, get it get it get it. Paul Banks. Ahhhh...

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098393645091737592004-10-21T14:15:00.000-07:002004-10-21T14:20:45.093-07:00what a difference a year makes

No pressure or anything, but: RAH, IF YOU INDEED COME ON DOWN TO PORTLAND NEXT WEEKEND I WILL DO FRIGGIN' JUMPING JACKS INTO NEXT MARCH. There are a million and one reasons I will be the happiest girl in hippsterville tonight if you did indeed book your flight, and there are a million and one things I want to do while you're here. HOWEVER, even if your visit is just an afternoon or an evening

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1098385314426385972004-10-21T11:59:00.000-07:002004-10-21T12:01:54.426-07:00butterflies in my tummy

My best friend's mother called yesterday afternoon to let me know that my best friend had finally gone into labor and was on her way to the hospital to deliver her second child. I have not heard from her since, and I have butterflies in my tummy. I already know the gender and name of the child, so why am I so damn nervous? I do not honestly fear for my friend's life or for the life of her

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1096582243193781752004-09-30T15:03:00.000-07:002004-09-30T15:14:47.853-07:00one down

After my first week of teaching a new class (Writing Research Papers, in case you were wondering), I have the following observations. 1. A student who walks out in the middle of your first lecture does not wish you harm. He wishes you DEATH. 2. The remaining students are not amused when you smirk and mutter "one down" as this student plops his syllabus on your lecturn and marches out of the

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1096411759023496872004-09-28T15:47:00.000-07:002004-09-28T15:49:19.023-07:00it does your work for you

The following people need to get on the horse and ride, otherwise known as get in my guestbook and sign: 1. E-Lucy 2. Jason 3. Jack 4. Bob 5. You IF you don't see your name here, sign in as someone else.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1096050849812878612004-09-24T11:32:00.000-07:002004-09-24T11:34:09.813-07:00little helpless babies could suck harder

I woke up this morning all full of conviction that I should start doing ab exercises.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1095981272033486302004-09-23T16:14:00.000-07:002004-09-23T16:14:32.033-07:00Brown's BIMOTMOG

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Brown's BIMOTMOG, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. But only a few very small things. Her brain is quite small.I provide you with proof the MBIMOTMOG's merch is quite versatile indeed. It's a shoulder-bag! WAIT--it's a

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1095980721750962292004-09-23T16:05:00.000-07:002004-09-23T16:05:21.750-07:00perfume ad

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } IMG_3279, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. Jamey recently caught a glimpse of my blog and had complaints about his appearance in our "Couple" shot. So: take this, J. We are actually posing for a Calvin Klein frangrance

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1095898126330156852004-09-22T17:01:00.000-07:002004-09-22T17:08:46.330-07:00updates, updates

Kraus's recent sentence-long evaluation of new blog activity alerted me to the fact that my links are way, WAY behind the time. So, they've done been updated. And I apologize for the Molloy quotation. As lame as it may be to quote your berry fav'rit authors on your bloggy-blog, I was reading an old essay of mine and tapping away at Mr. Macintosh at the Fresh Pot, remembering how I get locked

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1095807743751998242004-09-21T15:58:00.000-07:002004-09-21T16:04:11.326-07:00Ah Moran, wily as a serpent, there was never the like of old Moran.

"This detail went straight to my heart." I often thought of my bees, more often than my hens, and God knows I thought often of my hens. And I thought above all of their dance, for my bees danced, oh not as men dance to amuse themselves, but in a different way. I alone of all mankind knew this, to the best of my belief. I had investigated this phenomenon very fully. The dance was best to be

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1095714372748460482004-09-20T13:54:00.000-07:002004-09-20T14:06:12.750-07:00wish you were here

What happened to leaving the house? I'll tell you what happened: it got more attractive but less satisfying. Where are all the friend-faces? I'll tell you where: some place else. I've sat in the same window at the same cafe reading the same book and tapping at my laptop from time to time for going on two hours, and I have yet to see a familiar face pass by on the sidewalk (or rather a

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1095032514403707682004-09-12T16:37:00.000-07:002004-09-12T16:41:54.403-07:00wake me up when it gets boring

Did you know: the two-week shit-storm before fall quarter can cause a film of sweat to appear on your upper lip, make your hair stand on end, and send you into a deep, warm slumber, ALL at the SAME TIME? Did you know? I barely want to say this enough to post it: I am too busy to put on make-up yet still find myself moving corpse-like through the motions of something I've never done before. Did

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1094867110798250572004-09-10T18:44:00.000-07:002004-09-10T18:45:10.800-07:00no noose is good noose

Nice noose. Gooooooood noose.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1093557946806359772004-08-26T15:04:00.000-07:002004-08-26T15:05:46.806-07:00it's finally happened!

He's FOUND ME! Someone found my blog googling "Paul Banks." Could it be... Paul himself?!? PAUL! Ignore the man in the photo below. I don't care what they say, your new singles DON'T SUCK! See??? I'm the woman of your dreams! Paul Banks. Mmm. Paul Banks.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1093557265922120122004-08-26T14:54:00.000-07:002004-08-26T14:54:25.923-07:00two eyes

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } IMG_3314, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. Attempt number seven billion: jamey and thelizabeth can only get "interesting" photos of themselves together. We have yet to capture the elusive "cute couple" photo. What does

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1093496077215541452004-08-25T21:54:00.000-07:002004-08-25T21:54:37.216-07:00Molly and Junes done got hitched

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } IMG_3268, originally uploaded by thelizabeth. Molly was--no surprises here--a beautiful bride. Here observe the sexy, sexy back of this now spoken-for young vixen.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1093251266534931792004-08-23T01:49:00.000-07:002004-08-23T01:54:26.533-07:00new digs

In case you caaare (*eye roll*), Jamey's new buzznet page features digital images of our apartment. As mentioned below, it's the attic of an old Victorian house, but it's been refurbished to appear less "attic"-like and more "loft"-like. Photos of a furnished-like apartment will follow. God knows when-like.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1093201946878334112004-08-22T12:11:00.000-07:002004-08-22T12:12:26.876-07:00tony blair: one half-assed reason to sorta kinda like him

If he's gonna waffle, let him waffle.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1093051329021861312004-08-20T18:18:00.000-07:002004-08-20T18:22:09.023-07:00somebody please help me

this is getting ridiculous. I wasn't going to tell anyone, but now it's been weeks, and there's still no change in my condition. THIS has been going through my head since the beginning of August: [...]I know nothing stays the same but if you're willing to play the game it'll be comin' around again so don't mind if I fall apart there's more room in a broken heart but I believe in love what

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1092866949048468932004-08-18T15:00:00.000-07:002004-08-18T15:09:09.076-07:00stairway! stairway! stairway!

Moving blows. Who'd have thunk it? Shuttling our belongings across town from one apartment to the next is a huge pain in the ass! Except for how many times I find excuses to stop and get coffee at Stumptown. Even after swearing off soy lattes for life, I find I am only so strong, and mostly quite weak. We have two more weeks to finish the moving process, and we're making good progress, but

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1092761646939919222004-08-17T09:45:00.000-07:002004-08-17T10:07:26.426-07:00Goings and coming

Gone: Brian and Brooke. Who they are: a couple from Sconnie who provided a much-needed helping hand to the Hopeless Trio when we moved to P-land. Brian also provided much-needed comic relief in many-a situation, and Brooke provided much-needed estrogen when jamey and Brian would get together. They rented a van and drove back to Sconnie while I was home. Bye. Coming back: Cosmo. Hi.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1092682493612669162004-08-16T11:47:00.000-07:002004-08-16T11:54:53.613-07:00text messaging is a perfectly acceptable alternative to blogging...

...especially when only one person reads your blog. That said, let's be honest: Dear Kraus, TMBG ended their set the other evening with "End of the Tour" and it was great. But then they came back for two unnecessary encores and finished off the evening proper with "Istanbul." Why do so many people have such a hard-on for that song? "They" didn't even write it. All in all, something

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1092447846122898362004-08-13T18:37:00.000-07:002004-08-13T18:44:06.123-07:00holy teetering crapstacks!

I had fallen behind on my (usually spotty anyway) internet reading during my two-week stay back in Sconnie--though my parents' digital cable "treated" me to unusually high doses of television news--and I've been catching up today, eye-balling Tom Tomorrow's blog and sifting through a bit of--gulp--Michael Moore's links to articles. You should check out Ron Reagan's level-headed rant against the

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1092204634632246502004-08-10T22:51:00.000-07:002004-08-10T23:10:34.633-07:00fashion victims read DYBIP!

Someone found my blog Googling "rah rah skirts". I could be wrong, but aren't rah rah skirts those fashion disasters sweeping the nation that the girls with fake tans, real underbites, fake belly-button rings, and real big round thighs wear on laundry day now that the casual version of "little black pants" is considered too modest for the all-important "God I'm like like so totally sloppy" day?

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1092203035518851022004-08-10T22:25:00.000-07:002004-08-10T22:47:30.623-07:00dear everybody,

I'm the asshole again. But I'm not all that sorry. I may offer my apologies later, just to be a sport. Approximately seven days during this visit home were wedding-free or otherwise available for me to do with as I pleased, but I wanted to spend quality time with about thirty people. This recipe, of course, results in some crazy calendar dilemmas. I do not value time spent with the people with

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1090952536360283982004-07-27T11:15:00.000-07:002004-07-27T11:22:16.360-07:00things to look at.

Like ME. And my FRIENDS. New photos up. Nighttime activities non-sexual in nature, Alaska, etc.

ThElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010608588458301261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939844.post-1090947459237658962004-07-27T09:43:00.000-07:002004-07-27T10:00:50.283-07:00I've been wrong before...

...but not very often, and this apparent failure is so not like those rare occasions of wrongness. For those of you who have fallen victim (and by "fallen" I mean pierced through the heart with the fuckin' cupid's arrow, like bigtime) to my previous matchmacking efforts, you know that sometimes things go awry. The Kraus/James project, the 'Rah/Matt (secret) project, for two examples--but let me

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