Totally random dispatches from a goofy lesbian Presbyterian who loves books, history, old-time radio and walking.
The Village Carpenter Mrs. Fruit's woodworking blog, filled with pretty pictures and words I've never heard of. I really don't know what she's talking about. There are also a few cute pics of our companion animals, because we're gay and it's a requirement.
The caption reads: "Giving new meaning to the term port-a-potty, towing-company operator Jim Slagel tools around Willow Street, Pa., on a motorized trike he fashioned from a toilet. It uses an electric motor."
An interesting take on Jodie Foster's recent remarks publicly acknowledging a woman believed to be her partner of 14 years.
Most people in the lgbtq community have known for eons that Jodie is one of us. In the last ten years or so, she's been relentlessly outed on the internet but there's never been an official confirmation. I don't think she's ever officially denied it, either.
In print media, I find it interesting that whenever her reticence about her personal life comes up, the Hinckley incident is trotted out as a justification for her guardedness.
I guess an attempted presidential assassination because of some nut's devotion to YOU is a good excuse to play things close to the vest.
One thing's for sure: she' s still smokin' hot. Even at 45.
"FRESNO, Calif., Dec. 8 — The Diocese of San Joaquin voted on Saturday
to cut ties with the Episcopal Church, the first time in the church’s
history a diocese has done so over theological issues and the biggest
leap so far by dissident Episcopalians hoping to form a rival national
church in the United States.
Fissures have moved through
the Episcopal Church, the American arm of the worldwide Anglican
Communion, which has 77 million members, and through the Communion
itself since the church ordained V. Gene Robinson, a gay man in a long-term relationship, as bishop of New Hampshire in 2003."
I really screwed myself over last night. I had my monthly hair appointment (for both cut and color) and I forgot to line up a replacement for my Taize ushering duties. So I had to forgo the cut (I'm sure as hell not forgoing the color) and leave with wet hair. Which is how I go to work every day, so no big deal.
But I so enjoy my time with the ladies at the beauty parlor and because I wasn't able to get my shit together, alas, that time was curtailed.
We were talking about the little girl who just had surgery to remove her "parasitic twin." It reminded me of a Stephen King story I read years ago hat involved a parasitic twin. Anybody know what that was?
Two things I know for sure: I read it before 1986 and I can't look it up myself.
I used to read every King work that came down the pike; my younger self loved his stuff. But when I was nineteen I had a dream that if I ever read Stephen King again, I would die. So I've never touched another book.
When I was a volunteer shelver at our local library, I was always very careful to shelve those books quickly, and not linger over the title, or any of the text.
Just found out minutes ago that the three candidates Mrs. Fruit and I supported for our Borough Council CRUSHED the incumbents in all precincts. Mrs. Fruit designed the campaign promotional material pro bono and went door-to-door for our guys (actually, 2 Democratic women and 1 Republican guy). I wrote a letter to the editor.
I love election day. I've lived in three states officially: West Virginia, Virginia and Pennsylvania. (Unofficially, I've lived in Maryland. There was a girl involved in the "unofficial" part). In all those states, I've never, ever missed an election, even the most piddly one. For my first presidential election, I drove from Blacksburg, Virginia to Charleston, West Virginia to cast my vote for Michael Dukakis. And then I turned around and drove back. Later, I would learn about something called an "absentee ballot."
My family modeled really good voting behavior. They also never missed voting, and talked about politics a lot at the dinner table. They were (and are, for the most part) staunch Republicans. Voting, like funerals, was sort of a communal activity. I remember neighbors greeting one another and laughing and talking. It was an opportunity to socialize.
Mrs. Fruit has gone to a victory party to offer congratulations. I took a Benadryl a while ago because I have to get up at the crack of dawn for yoga. So, I'm sending sleepy props to my new Councilwomen and -man.
I subscribe to a great magazine, The Week, which is a compilation of the news, editorials, op-ed pieces and reviews from the previous week, from varied sources. I highly recommend it. Two funny recent blurbs:
Surveillance cameras recorded Catherine Anne Delgado, 35, mounting a desperate midnight raid on Uncle Bob's Fudge Kitchen in Maryland. Delgado was later found in a state of fudge-smeared delirium, pockets bulging with bricks of raw chocolate. "She saw the Rocky Road and it was all over," said Hal Dalton of the Annapolis police.
Four California firemen are suing the city of San Diego because their lesbian fire chief ordered them to drive a fire engine in an annual gay pride parade. The three-hour ordeal was allegedly punctuated by ribald catcalls from the crowd, among them: "you're making me hot," "you can put out my fire," and, somewhat predictably, "show me your hose." This was yet another another example of how radical homosexual activists in positions of authority force their agenda on unwilling citizens," said Richard Thompson of the conservative Thomas More Law Center.
On the way down to WV, we noticed many filled SUV's with college stickers (mostly WVU). At the rest stops, there was an abundance of early twenty-something lemmings----all dressed alike, same cut of barely-there clothes, identical hairdo's, size of sunglasses, etc. The cab of one pickup had hand-made lettering:
A full truck An empty nest Life is good
I hope the kid in that truck doesn't succumb to homesickness; the parents may be too busy rolling around that empty nest. Although if it's a WVU-bound student, there may be enough diversions, as a story on today's AP wire suggests.
Craft Mentality Amber and Tasha talk about kntting, sewing, cooking, reading and Project Runway.
Craftlit Billed as a "podcast for crafters who like to read." Heather is a writer, teacher, mom, blogger etc. with great insights. Podcast ends with a chapter or two from whatever book is currently featured.
Russell Brand Alas, old Russ resigned from the BBC so his podcasts are no longer available, but here's a link to his youtube website. He's smart, articulate and damn sexy. And he knows that "drugs is bad."
Savage Love Podcast Profane, disgusting, entertaining and very educational podcast based on Dan Savage's sex column. I've learned about some things I rather wish I hadn't, but can't stop listening. Mrs. Fruit refuses to partake----too many F-bombs.
Stephen Fry's Podgrams Writer, actor, comedian, filmmaker, Mac enthusiast and really interesting podcaster. The worst thing about this podcast is that he doesn't do it enough.
The Archers My current, hopeless addiction. A daily podcast of the world's longest running daily soap.