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Master's Degree holder, telecommuting from the hot tub, proud Darwinian Dawkobot, and pirate librarian belly-dancer bohemian secret agent scribe on a mission to rescue bloggers from the wholesome clutches of the pious backstabbing girl fridays of the world.

Sunday, April 15, 2007


I'm not getting my projects done as fast as I expected, and I'm hunkered down. Please stay tuned. I'll post/comment when I can.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yesterday afternoon we laid another of our kitties to rest. Amber Autumn Ginger was our little orange tabby Persian; she blessed our lives with grace and beauty for over ten years.

We've no idea how old she was. She was one of thirteen cats we took from an old hotel in KC. Her keeper had been an elderly lady who had a kennel license. She had a stroke and could no longer care for them.

One of Autumn's endearing qualities was her coming to me while I was hanging up clothes. She implored to be picked up and cuddled. I obliged, and she purred in my ear. I felt loved.

She passed away shortly after Easter. We found some pink lace for a shroud. On her coffin we wrote her names, her title-Baroness de l'Orange, and the fact that we love her. Louise was all teary-eyed as we commended Autumn-Autumn to the Universe.

April 17, 2007 1:23 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Poor little kitty. I'm so sorry.

When we lost our Pirate, we buried her in the yard to the sound of our neighbor playing Jimi Hendrix (so appropriate for that little scamp!). We placed these thin candles from a Korean shop in the ground over her box, and when the candles burned down they let up a weird puff of smoke and soil, like little ghosts. The neighbor cat, Biggles, who always wanted to play with Pirate (but we never let her go outside, and anyway, she would have kicked his ass) hung around and was underfoot while we buried her, tripping us, meowing and launching himself into our laps, and finally almost jumped into the damn grave with her! I mean, literally, it was “Boo-hoo-hoo, hahaha!”

The next morning, I went out and saw one of Biggles’ great big paw prints in the middle of the dirt on her grave. We planted blue asters on her, gave her a weird garden ornament, and called it “Pirate’s cove.”

April 17, 2007 4:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You sound about as crazy as I am.
That's good.

April 17, 2007 8:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

With reference to your entry about the Creation Museum-
"America is becoming a dinosaur-pimped Russian Federation." Je crois que non!!! These innocent, naive fundamentalists have been around for decades, if not centuries. About the time you were getting born, the spring of '65, I had a young lady tell me that she could no longer date me because my religious opinions. She was of a creationist bent. My "witto feewings" were hurt at the time, but in the long run I reckon she did me a favor. Can you imagine being saddled with somebody that "pumb pissiggerent."

Yeah, there are more fundies in America now than there were in in 1965, for the main simple reason that there are more Americans now than then. I seriously doubt that the proportion of these "iggerent clawds" has increased, at least not a statistically significant amount.

These turkeys are still annoying, however many of them there may be. You teach them everything you know, and they are still stupid. Ye buy 'em books 'n' ye buy 'em books.

"I need to get hammered."
"Give strong drink to he who is perishing, so that he may forget his troubles, and remember them no more."
You ain't perishing. Besides, when you sober up, those poor fundies will still be the dumb ass clods that they are.

April 18, 2007 10:14 AM  
Blogger Kristine said...

You ain't perishing.

Oh, yeah? Pass the hemlock! ;-) (Don’t worry, I’ve developed a resistance.)

You sound about as crazy as I am.

I intend to be an oasis of craziness and surreality in a world of sanity, but the world won’t let me. (I like my craziness better. It’s more fun.)

Yeah, there are more fundies in America now than there were in in 1965, for the main simple reason that there are more Americans now than then.

I don’t know, Scotius. I think it’s changed. The whole megachurch thing scares me. William Jennings Bryan was embarrassed into admitting that he didn’t think the 6 days were 6 literal, 24-hour days, but people today now believe that and are not embarrassed.

It's more reactionary now; it's more blatant.

April 18, 2007 4:35 PM  
Blogger Freudian Slip said...

You won't be in school forever, hang in there :)

May 03, 2007 12:35 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Thank you for the encouragement. I just got my grades! Two A's! Woot! *Shimmy*

May 04, 2007 1:30 PM  

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