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Firestorm of a star birth in local galaxy, NGC 604 (Credit: NASA)

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. 
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." -Marianne Williamson




Should we live as giant balls of gases burning up every bit of what we contain as we illuminate the nothingness with brilliance and beauty even if it's only for a brief moment in history and for no known purpose? Or should we live as a part of a bonded molecule, keeping the status quo and our pre-set orbit living out our existences secure in the knowledge that we contributed to this one effort? 


There's a whole lot of space in space. Sometimes I wonder if my couch will one day decide, "Screw this!" as all its atoms spin out into the ether to live independently of the concept of being a couch.

Some days...

Some days I feel like I live in a play or a book & other days I'm sure it's an action movie. But no matter the medium I'm totally ready to bribe the author(s). Donuts, bourbon or tranny hookers, I can make it happen. No bribe is too outlandish when The Story of My Life is at stake. I guess I'd better pull out the old typewriter or procure the virginal chocolate sacrifices...

Jane Austen + Fight Club = Regency excitement!

Have I ever told you about my collection of Mormom Cinema?


Jane Austen + Fight Club = Regency excitement!

How I Feel (or at least I'm trying to feel this way ;)

From: All Dogs Go To Heaven




Music: Al Kasha, T. J. Kuenster, Michael Lloyd, Charles Strouse


Lyrics: Al Kasha, Joel Hirschhorn, Ralph Burns

You Can't Keep a Good Dog Down

CHARLIE & (ITCHY):
Oh you can't keep a good dog down (No sir)
No you can't keep a good dog down
I've seen pain and hurt (That's right)
I've eaten dirt (That's true)
It's hard to buy but even I
Have been jilted by a skirt (He lies)
Look out, I'm still around
'Cause you can't keep a good dog down

ITCHY & (CHARLIE):
Ya can't keep a good dog down (No you can't)
No no no no, you can't keep a good dog down

CHARLIE:
I've been bought and sold

ITCHY:
He's been warm and cold

CHARLIE:
But ten to one I'll still be running
Rackets when I'm old

ITCHY:
Not in some cage in the city pound

BOTH:
'Cause you can't keep a good dog
Can't keep a good
I say you can't keep a good dog down

ITCHY:
In him's the luck of the Irish

CHARLIE:
The pride of the German

ITCHY:
And even a bit of Siam

CHARLIE:
Siam? You see the come of the English

ITCHY:
The charm of the Spanish

CHARLIE & (ITCHY):
A pedigree a certainly ain't what I am
So call me a mixed up pup
(You're a mixed up pup)
But the only way this pup knows is up!

ALL:
Ya can't keep a good dog down
Ya can't keep a good dog down

ITCHY:
He's been fat and thin

CHARLIE:
I've been out and in

ITCHY:
He tried a life of virtue

CHARLIE:
But prefer a life of sin

BOTH:
So tonight when we own this town
I've known hunger, I've known thirst
Lived the best and seen the worst
But the only way I know
To finish best to finish first

BOTH:
So watch out when you hear this sound
'Cause you can't keep a good dog, no ya
Can't keep a good, I say
You can't keep a good dog down

ALL:
You can't keep a good dog down

I Love The 80's on The Dark Farm

After watching The Best of I Love The 80's, it's occurred to me that my brother, sister and I could do our own version of I Love The 80's & 90's and it would just be one dark farm story after another.


Me talking to my brother: "Ok, here's a My Buddy Doll. You have 45 seconds to list all the evils of the world that the My Buddy Doll is responsible for according to Dad. Can you make it?


My brother: *takes a deep breath* "Yes, I think so."


Me: *with stop watch* "Annnnnd, GO!"

Gems from my mother

Mom emailed me:


"I don't know who is watching the Kagan Supreme Court hearings, but here is a priceless story that a friend sent me. Enjoy.

"At Kagan's hearing, Lindsey Graham prefaced a question about Miranda rights for the Detroit Xmas Day bomber with "Where were you on Christmas Day?" Kagan looked startled and then said, "I suppose like all Jews I was at a Chinese restaurant."  Graham scrambled to recover, having forgotten whom he was talking to when he raised the question."

{{HUGS}}

Mom"

The latest news about Elena Kagan's Supreme Court nomination.

Chinese food and a movie is my favorite way to spend Christmas Day, too. Mom likes to bake a chocolate cake for Jesus's birthday. Our family's most popular theological debate is over whether Jesus would have preferred chocolate or some other type of birthday cake. Other popular contenders include, strawberry, carrot, orange and honey nut. The decades long debate rages on...

"The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness." - Andre Malraux

BP's Pride Has Brought about Their Fall from Grace

I'm not surprised that BP isn't in Jackson, MS today at the MS House of Representatives House Special Committee's hearing on the oil spill in The Gulf. Early on the bigwigs over at BP decided to listen to a bunch of lawyers advocating the company CYA (Cover Your Mule) rather than listen to their Customer Service Dept who would have advocated immediate acceptance of responsibility and proactive information releasing.


Anyone who's ever been in a long term relationship knows that when you mess up big time with your significant other the route that will get you the lightest punishment is to tell them the worst up front and accept full responsibility for it, then as news gets better your S.O. will be more relieved and less upset with you. 


The other way to handle it is to go the BP route and I'm sure most people know how that one goes. When you first know there's a problem you try to handle before the other person ever finds out about it but the problem keeps growing. So you decide to gently break it to them, you tell them there's a little hiccup but you're on it and that there's no reason to worry. But the problem says, "Oh no, you don't get away that easy. You can't stop me now!" As the problem refuses to go away and instead keeps growing, you just tell lie after lie, half truth after half truth until finally BOOM! Everyone's covered in B.S. and pointing the finger squarely at you because you kept saying everything was under control until the very end.


If only the execs at BP had re-watched The Sorcerer's Apprentice from Disney's Fantasia, today would be different. 49 days later we wouldn't be marveling at BP's lies and subterfuge instead, we would all be focused on mitigating this horrible disaster.

My very own slice of Europe

Have you ever seen those tiny old European ladies who shuffle every where and mutter to themselves while they bring you food that they're inisisting on feed you? That is exactly what Smallorder looked like as she shuffle-plodded over to bring me a still crispy plate of french toast. So I said, "Good morning, Maman!" "Mmmmormmm..." is roughly what she muttered as she shuffle-plodded away back to the kitchen where she prefers to eat her breakfast alone with Jon Stewart or Frasier.

Huggies® Jeans Diapers Hit the Streets...For me to POOP on!

Have you seen this new Huggies diaper commercial? It's for their "limited edition" diaper with a jean print. In truth I think it's a cute commercial unless you listen to the lyrics. Here's a convenient transcript for you. (Cause I love you so much ;)

My diaper is full

Full of chic

When it's a number two

I look like number one

I pooh

in blue

The guy sounds like Triumph, The Insult Comic Dog. I kept waiting for him to say, "For me to POOP on!"