theology&geometry

Last night I dreamed that I had awesome clandestine closet sex with Barack Obama at a party.

And then I felt really, really bad for doing such a thing to Michelle.

HT: Cox

HT: Ginger

The race for Trent Lott’s Senate seat is hot hot hot. I’ve been seeing fairly nasty ads (my own observation is that most of the nasty ones have come from Ronnie Musgrove’s opponent Roger Wicker and his supporters) for weeks now, like the one where the mean voiceover lady says that “RONNIE MUSGROVE TRIED TO KILL OUR STATE FLAG.” I didn’t realize your state flag was alive, Mississippi, but that is kind of freaking magical and awesome.

Anyway, Jen tweeted about the following ad a little while back and I think you’ll agree: It’s really something.

Wow a wee wah. Really? The Village People to represent the Human Rights Campaign?

Anyway, Musgrove’s camp, rather than denounce the ad for the offensive piece of shit it is, came out with a press release outlining that he hates gay people just as much as his Republican opponent:

Musgrove Supported Ban On Gay Adoptions: In March 2000, Musgrove supported a ban on adoption by homosexuals or same-sex couples. The ban not only pertained to adoptions in Mississippi, but also ensured that Mississippi would not recognize adoptions by gay individuals or couples from other states if the parents moved to Mississippi. (Clarion Ledger, 3/23/00)

Musgrove Opposes Gay Marriage: Musgrove opposes gay marriage and believes that marriage is between one man and one woman. (Clarion Ledger, 10/3/08; Sun Herald, 10/22/03)

Also? That press release says, and I quote: “Musgrove Is A Conservative.” Which, if we’d like to talk semantics, seems a bit more sinister than saying “Musgrove is conservative.” I mean, if you’re running as a Democrat. Yeesh.

HT: Reason via Chris Wage

What a week this has been. I feel like complete crap. I called out sick Wednesday with some head trouble and today I’m at home in my sweats, watching football (it’s a bit more palatable now that I’m on the fantasy football horse), battling the barf monster. This is a real bummer, as I had big plans for tonight. Also, I don’t like hanging around the house, puking.

I don’t know what’s going on with my body, except maybe that I’ve been exceptionally unkind to it lately and it’s finally fighting back and refusing to take the abuse. Yeah, body, I hear you. Loud and clear. Now stop being such a jerk.

Ugh. Okay, time to get horizontal again. Here’s some nightmare fodder for you:

HT: BWE

At a McCain rally:

Submitted without comment.

Dude goes to Shelby County Election Commission office Friday to register to vote. They turn him away (rudely, he says) because they are out of forms.

And yet, there are forms on their website. Here.

The deadline to register to vote here is, of course, Monday. So time is of the essence.

Am I to believe that the Shelby County Election Commission does not have internet access? Or a printer?

What. The. Shit.

Thanks, chums, for the CDs. I dig, a lot.

Today I’ve been a big sack of lazy. I don’t know why it is that on the one day a week when I have a crap ton of time to get stuff done, I lie around in pajamas the longest. Oh, wait, yeah, I do know. Because I am human. Hear me doze. Also, I spent the morning recuperating from last night’s inaugural Yarbro-Dill potluck, which was all kinds of lovely. So my brain is just now starting to unfog. Listen, people, I am not a morning person, and to me, morning lasts until roughly 3 p.m.

Today’s true accomplishments: I’ve eaten a cup of cereal, created and sent an e-card, and watched Jesus Camp. I very nearly cried at the child abuse going on in the evangelical church, including the horrific rattails that said culture apparently encourages. I’ve also spent some time thinking about the country I would like to move to if McCain wins the election. I’m conflicted. Go north or south on this continent or jump a pond? However, as others have helpfully pointed out, perhaps evacuating would be a bad move, because then I would be on the receiving end of the U.S.’s no doubt disastrous foreign policy. This election/culture war/economy horseshit is giving me an ulcer. I don’t want to leave the apartment, but I hate to waste a perfectly good day off.

Okay, enough of these pixels. I’m going to take a shower and throw away these toenail clippings that are on the desk and go to the liquor store and maybe drive out east to visit Ashley and JD and Luke.

The debate is on. AWESOME. McCain bluffed, Obama called it, and now who looks like a dumbass?

I’ll be at work, so I won’t be able to watch it properly, but I’m excited as hell anyway.

Now. Here’s some levity I stole from Fritz:

Because Jon Stewart would help me feel not so insane.