I have always loved Moonbeam. I was sceptical, well, angry, that an actor was elected governor of the state, but I have to say I've really warmed up to the Governator, too. I think I will frame two lipstick stained photos of them and put them on my mantel.

Ursula K. LeGuin once said in a talk that she did a lot of her writing in the attic after everyone went to bed. Another friend of mine used to write before her household woke up. Another thought is to schedule time where you go to your local library and write there. The librarians have got your back. They learned "SHHH!" in Library Science 101. Good luck!

I want a "no screamin' babies" section. I appreciated the description of why the pilots request what they do. Patrick, would it make sense to put books and other large, hard objects away during takeoff and landing, too? Granted, most people read puffy paperback romances, but I'd hate to be bonked in the head by one of the weightier Harry Potter volumes being held by the juvenile (or 45 year old housewife) in the seat behind me.

He's not running for president of the United States. He's running for Pope. If we all thought Bush's faux-religious agenda was bad, try a real religious agenda.

My condolences.

This fruitbatty tax plan makes Obama a shoo-in.

First of all, people actually spend money to buy "stonewashed" jeans and jeans that have been scrubbed to look used. So why not buy jeans that are, well, you know...used? Many people buy clothes that they regret and forget to return, so you can find a lot of good stuff with the tags still attached in Goodwill as well as consignment places. Many clothes don't get worn much, because kids grow out of jeans, as do adults (ahem). Why let them go to waste just because of delicate sensibilities about someone having worn them? Just toss 'em in the washer. Do it three times if you are spooked.

There's this thing called a "condom"? Want to talk about your feelings? How about saying, "Hm. I love ya honey, but I feel like usin' a condom!"

Screw likeability, charisma, or whatever sweet little personality traits the lumpen want in their first woman president. I don't care if she's a robot, or is channeling Mr. Spock. I just want a president who can pull this country out of the miasma that George Bush threw it into.

I am so tired of the terminally insecure American public that wants their egoes stroked by putting one of Their Own (in other words, an idiot) into the White House.

I want someone who is better than us in there and I don't care if that person is prickly or DC's best cocksucker.

I wish people would get off the personality crap and talk about issues. I've been spending weeks trying to see what the real issues are and how the candidates want to address them and its devolved into a morass of shite about personalities, skin color, genitals, and polls.

I think that if people ate more unmodified lettuce, there would be less diabetes to start with.

Well, its not sexual harassment, but it is definitely degrading.

This is why I never go to company sponsored recreational events like company picnics or the annual holiday party. Its a cauldron of Suck to go to those things. I've never, in my 30 years of being a working person been punished for not going to one of those things. In the couple of cases where employees were required to go to one of those things, I strategically arranged to be on vacation that week and the next year called in sick for the day before as well as the day of the event. Given how American companies are incapable of maintaining an attention span, let alone a tradition, the event was not repeated the third year. I win.

Any company that punishes people for not attending moronic events is a company that deserves to be bereft of employees.

Its amazing the torrent of mysogyny coming up with Clinton's campaign. I've been seeing the word "cunt" in blogs and email to a staggering degree, all from men I thought were reasonable people. It seems like there's been a pent up need to describe women as a set of genitals again and has been released via some kind of tipping point. I have to wonder what women would want to keep company with a man wearing such a tee shirt.

Of course no one would make up a shirt for Obama using a similarly inflammatory word. That would mean a righteous ass-whupping.

Plasticene....

When I look at the images of males and females in the media presented to children, I see male characters as being pretty much the same from the very moment they were able to spool celluloid. Females, however, are barraged with all sorts of silly crap about what they should be.

So, when I got out among children, I am surrounded by boys in baseball uniforms and girls in princess costumes.

Instead of making the boys nelly and the girls butch, just give the girls copies of "Pippi Longstocking" and photos of Sally Ride, Hillary Clinton, Condi Rice, and Hanna Montana and let them make up their own minds.

Camels do have pretty eyes. They're big and brown and have long eyelashes. So what if their owner compares them to pretty girls and smooches them?

I got the impression that this blog/column/section was about feminism (hence the cutesy name). Why is it now carrying so many comments on, well, fucking? Is fucking only a women's issue? Is it not a men's issue or a married people's issue? Color me puzzled. I'd like a little more feminism and a lot less snickering and pointing.