Selections, Pt. 1

• Another chocolate lady, beside Shelly. Not really a shock, but kind of fun. Even though chocolate isn't the end-all of my life...
  
• Best quote about breast care ever (although that's very difficult to pronounce): "My breasts can damn well take care of themselves." [before you yell, I realize that they really can't...the mental picture, people, the mental picture...]
  
• A list of slogans about meetings. Compiled during one. And we've all been in meetings like this....
  
• RANT: We all know that Anne Rice's latest book is about Jesus. I won't be reading it, more than likely, but then again, I haven't read anything but part of one of her S/M novellas about 15 years ago. What I don’t like about much of the blather in the press is everyone yelling at her about switching from vampires to religion. Pay attention people: even I know her vampire books were an extended religious metaphor. LiB gets snotty about the issue in mock concern, using the phrase “middle-age religiousness.” As if that’s the problem, not Rice's lack of edits, or writing ability, or whatever. Can you imagine anyone being taken seriously when criticizing someone for "youthful vampire metaphors"? I'm not even sure if LiB is slamming middle-aged people, religious people, or middle-aged people who are religious (but not older and younger religious people).
  
• Spanish grafitti about libraries. I'm not sure if there's a deeper meaning than the obvious, but I like the obvious anyway.
  
• Senator Byrd has it absolutely right: he actually thinks that not only should be we allowed to have our own opinions in America, but that we should be allowed to express them! Imagine that.
  
• Finally, a late recognition of Armistice/Veteran's Day:
  
  In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
  Between the crosses row on row,
  That mark our place; and in the sky
  The larks, still bravely singing, fly
  Scarce heard amid the guns below.
  
  We are the Dead. Short days ago
  We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
  Loved and were loved, and now we lie
  In Flanders fields.
  
  Take up our quarrel with the foe:
  To you from failing hands we throw
  The torch; be yours to hold it high.
  If ye break faith with us who die
  We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
  In Flanders fields.
  

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD

Thank you to all vets, here in America and across the world, who have made my life easier by fighting and dying for words like FREEDOM, LIBERTY, and EQUALITY.