Keith Olbermann eloquently defends Marriage Equality…

I didn’t watch the debate last night (you’re welcome honey) but I have been reading some of the aftermath. Word on the web is that the now infamous “Joe the Plumber” (mentioned over two dozen times) is possibly related to none other than Charles Keating.

I think my brain needs some drano now.

UPDATE I thought this story was rather wild but I finally found an update, and it appears that there are a couple of Joe Wurzelbachers in Ohio. I wonder if the other pays his taxes or has an actual plumbers license.

It’s not very often that I get forwards in my email worth reading but there have been a few exceptions lately. With all the depression resulting from the economy, there has to be some humor in there somewhere too…

If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in Delta Airlines one year ago, you would have $49.00 today. If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in AIG one year ago, you would have $33.00 today. If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in Lehman Brothers one year ago, you would have $0.00 today.

But if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the aluminum cans for recycling- you would have received a $214.00 refund. Based on this, the best current investment plan is to drink heavily & recycle. It is called the 401-Keg.

I can’t wait to see the media coverage from Oxford for the debate tonight. That’s about as close as you can get to where I grew up without hitting the backroads. It’s the first debate and I keep thinking of all the other firsts that happened there for me- from my first date to the movie theater to my first M.I.P. ticket at the Billiards Club (now “Nighttown“). Many of my friends first jobs were there as well and some of them are still in the area. Growing up, Oxford was the closest resemblance to a town that we had nearby with the closest restaurants, movie theater and shopping mall. It’s where we had our senior prom and where we spent most of our Saturday nights. My cousin is a junior at Ole Miss but she’ll be out of town tonight, while the Rebels battle the Florida Gators. She’s been calling me all week bitching about the preparations going into everything. Campus is practically shut down, parking has been closed off and many of the students are having to take shuttle buses to get to their classes because of it.

I wish that I’d known about the debate sooner. We could have rented my mom’s house out to Anderson Cooper, or perhaps mom’s longtime crush- Tom Brokaw. She practically howled on the phone (from Montana) when she read online that Brokaw was going to be in O-town. It’s strange to me to think of all of the media that is descending onto my old stomping grounds today. I wonder who will be having a McAlister’s sandwich and a huge sweet tea, that I so often crave. I wonder if anyone will accidentally find themselves on the hill that we used to jump, before they put up a stop sign in attempts to stop us. I wonder if any of my friends will be watching from the grove, where I went to some of my first live concerts. I wonder how many chicken-on-a-sticks have been cooked up at the corner Chevron, perfect after a long night of drinking on the square. I wonder if you can still smoke on the balcony at Square Books. That’s another place very special to my heart. I used to go there with a good friend, devouring real coffee, Marlboros and intellectual conversation. It’s also the place from which I brought home a shiny little book on Seattle, a mythical land that spoke to me from afar.

It’s a strange feeling that tonight I will sit in my home in Seattle simultaneously looking back to the past and forward to the future.

Economics a period during which business, employment, and stock-market values decline severely or remain at a very low level of activity. See the Great Depression.

Psychiatry a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason.

Geography an area completely or mostly surrounded by higher land, ordinarily having interior drainage and not conforming to the valley of a single stream.

Warning: An economic depression may lead to emotional depression, and make you want to crawl into a physical depression. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve had a really hard time deciding to blog or not to blog so many thoughts that I’ve had lately. My mind, like the media, is filled with politics and the heavy burdens that lay at risk with this election. RSG did a great job of laying out many of the reasons that I have found myself quiet in the last couple of weeks. There is a lot at stake for those of us who so desperately desire to live in a progressive, and not a divisive, America.

It may take me some time to explain how it felt to be in California again. To stand on the beach and know that if we lived in this state, it could be our own petals on the sand representing the trials and triumphs of our life together. I had to catch my breathe, and my tears, as we were visiting the Hillcrest area for brunch and I saw two handsome guys placing “No on Prop 8” signs in the back of their car.

It’s with those images in my head that I came across this video today of behind the scenes footage from Ellen & Portia’s recent ceremony. I think in the end, real people like this will prove to be the best defense against Proposition 8.

UPDATE: Ellen’s mother, Betty, has set up a wedding registry to donate against Prop. 8. Via Joe.My.God.

I got the biggest grin on my face when I came across this photo from the DNC:

(This is the front of her outfit) I have been irritated to read the gesture above as both a “V-sign” and a “Victory sign” this week. What’s wrong with PEACE for crying out loud??

And below, someone left there spell check pen at home. Here’s your sine…

Warning: Killing time reading headlines may also kill brain cells.

Chinese Paper: Olympics Are Over, China Has Won

Toby Keith Praises Obama, Says He’s A Democrat

Those definitely top the cake… even after reading about Cindy McCain’s discredited “only child”hood.

That loud noise was the sound of my head exploding…