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just might be the most obnoxious woman in the United States. I'm proud to say that I've never watched "The View" -- my ex used to quote Star Jones a lot, which is weird since he is (presumably) a straight man. He is also a misogynist, so perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised that he was watching a show that makes women appear inane.

Anyway, I don't make a habit of watching TV pundits because they rarely have anything useful to say and I don't enjoy eavesdropping on other people's temper fits. However, I can't seem to get away from Rosie O'Donnell's stupid, mean comments about everybody and anybody.

I care about a lot of people's opinions, but none of these people are on TV. So, Rosie, please shut up and go away. And take Ann Coulter with you (second most obnoxious woman in the U.S.). Talk about a match made in Hell!

On a brighter note, it rained yesterday in the ATL, and my newly planted garden looks very perky! Grow, you little tomatoes, grow! Mommy needs her lycopene.

A jagged wall
mends the breach
between dreams and lightning,
blends into clouds
choked by grief.

I wish for calm water,
ripples kissing the shore
like your lips
on my shoulders,
your breath --
warm as rain.

A guy who looks like the crypt-keeper has no business calling anybody else ugly. Those eyebrows would scare Brezhnev.

That's all I'm saying.

I'm listening to this online thingie (www.tropicalglen.com) that my dad sent. On the site are various years -- up to 1984, which is the end of all good music, apparently. George Orwell _was_ right. Go directly to Room 101 and await your greatest fear: seemingly endless episodes of "American Idol."

Now all of the Neocons will know how to torture me when George Bush declares himself President for Life and comes into his kingdom.

Anyway, the website is pretty cool. For each year listed, there are @30 songs that were super popular that year. This is good and bad (and ugly). For 1984, it's good that I can hear "Jump" (okay, everybody loved Van Halen in the early 80's -- it wasn't cheesy!), "Hold Me Now" (Thompson Twins, who were actually three people -- home-schooled, apparently, by the same type of evangelical parents as those in "Jesus Camp" who are teaching their kids that Global Warming doesn't exist), "The Reflex" (Duran Duran), and "When Doves Cry" (Prince, or Prounce, if you're using your special Cher accent), and "Head Over Heels" (the fabulous Go-Go's). The bad? Lionel Richie, who always had the worst hair and a stinkin' voice, has two songs on the list. Bleech! Ugly? Huey Lewis and the (bad) News has _three_ songs sucking the oxygen out of the list. I had a pack of high school friends who worshipped Huey Lewis back in the day; you couldn't ride anywhere with any of them without having to hear the suckage. I'm surprised I didn't go deaf in self-defense.

Thankfully, I didn't, which is why I'm totally groovin' on the Go-Go's right now.

Check it out, chick-a-dees and chick-a-don'ts.

The rules:- You must post with six weird facts or habits about yourself. These cannot be used against you later on :) - At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.

1) I make up my bed as soon as I get out of it each morning.
2) I have a couple of celebrity crushes on very ordinary-looking actors.
3) I like to eat chocolate while I drink (good) beer.
4) I compost on my fire escape (hope my landlord doesn't read this).
5) I can say "I love you" in Dutch, Spanish, French, and German. (Does that make me a hoochy-mama?)
6) I can stick my entire fist in my mouth (helps to have small hands and a big mouth).

So, Violetemily! How's that for an update? Congrats on graduation, you smarty-pants, you.

Today, I would like to send a big raspberry to...

Franklin Graham and E. Annie Proulx.

Graham, in an interview, reiterated his view that Islam is an evil religion, saying, "If you think Islam is so great, go live in Saudi Arabia or Afghanistan." I'll say one thing for Graham (and it ain't a compliment) -- the S.O.B. won't back down. Sort of reminds me of George W. Bush. These are both people who have to win at all costs, which is not an attitude I would naturally associate with persons who claim to follow Jesus Christ. But that's the problem with Christianity: Jesus was a terrific person, but his followers tend to be jack-asses. Not all of them, of course, but more and more the horses' behinds seem to be representing mainstream Christianity.

As far as I'm concerned, Osama bin Laden and Pat Robertson have a hell of a lot in common...and that ain't a compliment, either. Extremists suck, regardless of the source of their extremism. Radical Islam and Radical Christianity...both support misogyny, homophobia, disregard for science and rational thought, disdain for the environment, etc. Again, they both suck.

Now, on to E. Annie Proulx. Let me first say that I enjoyed "The Shipping News" and thought it was a marvelous book. I also enjoyed "Brokeback Mountain" (the short story -- haven't seen the movie yet, though it's in my netflix queue. But E. Annie Proulx has got to be drinking from the same water glass as Pat Robertson, and by that I mean she is completely nuts.

Today, I read an excerpt from an opinion piece she had written in which she lambasted the movie, "Crash" and castigated the Oscars for neglecting to name "Brokeback" best film. I mean, gee whiz, the movie did win three major awards, including best director and best adapted screenplay (uh, E. Annie, that means they liked the writing). And here's ole E. Annie saying all manner of ugly things: she referred to the film "Crash" as "Trash", for example.

Everybody I know who has seen "Crash" says it is a great film -- definitely not "Trash." Now, I've heard "Brokeback" is mighty fine, too, but the thing is, not everybody can win the same award at the same time. E. Annie's suggestion that a film about a homosexual relationship is somehow more worthy of an Oscar than a film about race relations seems pretty darn bigoted to me. Both are worthy topics, and apparently both films were good.

But sometimes, E. Annie, you don't win. Hey, she's starting to sound a lot like Franklin Graham and George W. -- must win at all costs, and if we don't...we'll mock our competitors.

All three of these folks need a good, old-fashioned butt-whoopin'...which is not a euphemism for gay sex.

I think George Clooney might actually be the sexiest man alive...After watching him on the Oscars, I suspect even Bill O'Reilly wants to do him. Hey! Maybe that's why O'Reilly has been so pissed at Clooney. Because Clooney won't give him (O'Reilly) what he needs!

I can hear it now..."come on, George. Talk dirty to me, you hot, leftist, pseudo-patriot! Fill my ears with your immoral, Hollywood slang. Whisper disrespectful limericks featuring Dick Cheney and Condoleeza Rice and a bottle of baby oil! Tell that story about George Bush and the saddle and that young Congressman from Montana! Oh, please!" (an imaginary telephone answering machine message from Bill to George. Clooney, that is. Nobody fantasizes about George Bush -- unless it involves his impeachment).

Shoot. All George Clooney would have to do for me is show up. I'm sayin'! What a man!