myanmar is not a chocolate bar.

i missed you. all three of you. but get off my back, already. im a busy girl & you arent paying me.
for no reason other than the fact that i was going to (finally) post something today anyway.....

i thought i would give you a little input into my hero for the week, miz victoria woodhull. this chick was rad. and if the dresses she wore werent so constricting, i would say she'd make a pretty badass action figure. talk about someone who reeeeeally stood for progress. barack who?

ooooh, THAT guy. you know, as far as the whole election thing goes, i feel as though i have come full circle. i used to think big ears had all the answers, back at the last dnc. then he just annoyed me. now, i think he is doing alright with what he has been handed. all in all, i think there is no golden prez, so we may as well go with the answer that best attempts to acknowledge the following statement:

we are screwed.

a. shoes
b. orange juice
c. golf

everybody knows golf is our only hope.

sometimes i feel as though life is like a good zombie movie & our only sources of joy are dennis hopper's creepiness & sky flowers. (thanks, noy.)

i read this article by the wc team yesterday about gin & television. so on my way to work this morning, as i walked through a crowd of zombies, i wondered: are we really waking up from our tv-induced haze? or is tv telling us we are? i can get on my high horse and preach the way of the last remaining live humans, but i am a zombie, too. my chosen poison may be a bit more subtle, but i have been bitten by the bug of convenience & luxury just as much as the LOST fanatics. a wise man once told me that no glass is half full or empty. it just has some liquid in it.