Sorry

I have been bad about posting lately. I've been super duper busy. Also, the only things I want to blog about are laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame. So I have been restraining myself.
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Me: I am never allowed to have more than three cats.
Jesse: To keep from becoming a crazy cat lady?
Me: I am dangerously close already.
Jesse: You're not that bad.
Me: All I want to do is post pictures of my cats on my blog!
Jesse: (long pause) You should resist.
Me: Let me show you this adorable picture I took yesterday! You can't see Edgars head!

#$%#$%@#$%@^%**&%^#@!

I don’t get angry about much. Irked yes. Annoyed yes. Pissed off, oh quite often. But truly, deeply angry is an emotion that I rarely feel. But one of the things that makes me literally-see-red-angry is parents that refuse to vaccinate their kids. I understand that it is scary being a parent, and that autism is incredibly devastating BUT it is also an incredibly selfish thing to do. Not vaccinating your kids depends on EVERYONE else to vaccinate their kids, essentially having everyone else risk their kid’s brain, for yours. And when certain communities reach a tipping point in the number of children not inoculated the MEASLES BREAKS OUT AGAIN YOU MOTHER FUCKS. And it takes down infants, and children too sick to be vaccinated with it. When there was an outbreak in Orange County this fall I think I literally spat on someone I was screaming so loud.
And now it turns out that the doctor who original spread the vaccines-cause-autism fears FALSIFIED HIS REPORTS. Why would he do that? Why? And so there is no basis for this fear, there has been no proven cause, its all just a bunch of alarmist assholes who don’t understand BASIC FUCKING SCIENCE.
And the worse part is, it’s the kids that suffer. Its not the parents getting measles. I really hope this news story gets spread fast because this is a trend that needs to end. Now.
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Up next: Creationists: why they suck.

Doll Hos*

Last night I was out at a bar (Gatsby’s without Sushi, which was weird) and on the many bar televisions appeared an add for Josh Whedon’s new show “Doll House.” Obviously, I am a huge Whedon fan (I bribed, bartered and snuck my way into a screening of “Serenity” at Wesleyan, which remains a highlight of my film viewing history) and I think Eliza Dushku is a highly underrated actress and I really want Helo from Battlestar Galactica to have a career post BSG. But… um… WTF nakedness?

Keep in mind that I still haven’t seen this with sound, as my office computer is without speakers but is Naked-Eliza-Dushku really the only option here? There are a whole host of vaguely NSFW promo shots that really just look like a maxim spread.

Compare this to another sci-fi fox show that (while I found the pilot unbearably stupid) had a compelling poster campaign.

Tis the season to stick your fox heroines in water apparently.

So I don’t know, Defamer thinks this is a good move, but it reeks of desperation to me. Chris Plante says the buzz is that the pilot was terrible and had to be completely reedited and much as I like to ignore him, maybe he is right.
Please please please let this show be good and survive. Once BSG dies in 5 episodes I don’t know where I will go for dark, women-kicking-ass television.

*Shut up. You think that is totally clever.

And sometimes the world is awesome.

This is purely awesome and intensely magical:

During the cold and dark Berlin winter days, I spend a lot of time with my boys in their room. And as I look at the toys scattered on the floor, my mind inevitably wanders back to New York.

@ the nytimes.

Ways in which my morning could have been worse.

Instead of slipping on a patch of ice and falling on pavement, I could have FALLEN IN LAVA.

Instead of scraping up my hands and twisting my ankle and landing on my back (on Leonard street no less. Gross) I could have broken my wrists. And leg. And neck.

Instead of the G not showing up for 15 minutes after I just barely missed the train (due to the aforementioned fall -> bleeding -> begging napkins off a deli so I don’t bleed all over myself) it could have never come at all. Or crashed into the platform, Die Hard II style.

I suppose technically the E could be more crowded, though I’m not sure that possible.

Instead of my Tupperware leaking sauerkraut juice all over my purse it could have leaked gasoline. And then caught on fire.

Instead of all my things (and me) showing up to work late splattered in blood and smelling of Germany, I could have been laid off by now and had no job to show up to.

And of course, instead of oversleeping I could have DIED.