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Wednesday, August 05, 2009 You Knew It Was Coming, Didn’t You? Woman Finds Jesus In The Toilet by Nanette Or, I guess to be exact we should say *on* the toilet. Although that doesn’t really sound any better. 
Gotta love ‘em.
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Saturday, March 15, 2008 The Enemy Of My Enemy… Random Thoughts And Crabbiness by Nanette This is pretty funny - in a kind of wacky way. Todd Beeton, one of the front page writers on the "Democratic" blog mydd.com tried to gin up a bit of anti Fox News attacks activism with a request to… well, here it is:
So, what happens? Hundreds of comments by their blog members saying, in essence, "No way!. We love FOX News and what they are doing to Obama! THEY, at least, are fair and balanced!" I get the feeling he doesn’t spend much time reading the articles posted by members on the blog - many of which are basically rehashes of FOX News talking points. I don’t watch (or, at least, pay attention to) enough cable news to know if all the other channels really are just hating on Clinton all day and loving Obama madly, but seriously… Democrats praising and preferring Fox News? The world really has gone mad. I’ll be glad when this primary is over. Here I was, just today, thinking of looking into moving to Atlanta, GA… and now here I sit, with the TV on mute, looking at all the damage from what appears to have been a tornado hitting downtown Atlanta this evening. A sign, maybe? Best wishes to all those who are there now and were affected by this event. Right of asylum (or political asylum) is an ancient judicial notion, under which a person persecuted for political opinions or religious beliefs in their own country may be protected by another sovereign authority, a foreign country, or Church sanctuaries (as in medieval times). I’ve been seeing snippets about a gay man or teen, I think from Iran, who has been seeking… and being refused, asylum in a couple of countries - even though being sent back can mean almost certain death. As in so many instances, an arbitrary line drawn in the sand can, shamefully, determine whether you live or die. Open the borders.
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Thursday, March 13, 2008 by Nanette Kids say the darndest things... without even opening their mouths. (via Latino Pundit - ht brownfemipower)
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008 by Nanette All the cool kids are doing it, so I too may as well give my endorsements for the Democratic presidential primaries, no matter how hard a choice it has been. To that end I endorse… Not Hillary. Whew! Glad that’s over with. Oh, wait, disclosure, disclosure! I have, in the past, said that if Clinton or Obama made it to the national, I would most likely vote for them, just for the historic aspect. If I didn’t listen to them too much, because once you listen to a politician, all you want to do is stay home with the covers over your head, moaning about the waltzing of fleas, usually. I really doubt Richardson will make it to the general but if he does, I will probably vote for him too, for the same historic reason - if I can ignore the chant of Wen Ho Lee, Wen Ho Lee that goes through my mind every time I think of him, that is. I crossed Hillary off my list, however, when she (and surrogates, supporters) went all "Southern Strategy" on Obama, so that’s one lever I won’t have to force myself to pull. Also, I confess to secretly wanting Obama to win at least the first few states, purely for the pleasure of laughing at the "Leaders of the progressive I have no predictions on Iowa - although I do believe they should rethink this caucusing thing and just lay out the Tarot, read entrails or cast bones or something. Would probably make just as much sense and take far less time. (My battery connection lasted all through the typing of this post, yay! My program is still set to save every 3 minutes, though. I think I need to “edit this post for clarity” though - typing under pressure obviously doesn’t agree with me, sigh.)
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Friday, July 27, 2007 If I Could Just Use Made-Up Words… by Nanette Life would be much simpler. And, undoubtedly, far more interesting.
The most logical solution, it seems to me, is to just make up a word to replace the one I can’t remember. I can think of some quite lovely ones, on rare occasions… full-bodied, sinuous, with a sound you can almost touch - a word that rings in the ear long after it is said… It seems a shame to waste it. Except, gasp, even after I’ve gone through all that work, someone is sure to declare that it doesn’t “exist”. And, then, refer me to The Dictionary. As if. Oh, some doubters say… but if you make up your own words and then just inpong them into a sentence, no one will know what you mean by them. There will be mass confusion! That’s not exactly true, though, is it? When I was a child, I read incessantly. Everything I could get my hands on and, in fact, many things I never should have gotten my hands on (at that age). Soon I was mailing in all those little postcards that would come in the books or in magazines… “Buy 5 for a penny, get 1 free!”, and so on. The Mystery Book Club, Science Fiction Club, The Classics, even the Shakespeare Book Club - I joined them all. (Um… did I mention I was about 10 at the time? I’m afraid my mother didn’t find out about my joining these things until all the books started showing up at the door, if she realized it then. Sometimes I would get to them before her. She was more completely informed when the bills started coming…) Anyway, that’s neither here nor there, nor the point of the story. The point is… whenever I came across an unfamiliar word in one of these books - a word that, as far as I knew, could have been made up on the spot, by the author - I would look to see how it fit within the sentence and figure out the meaning from there. 9 times out of 10, I’d say, I would be correct - well, in figuring out the meaning of the word, if not always the proper use of it. You understand, of course, that this is proof that as long as most words within the sentence are familiar, you can splosh in a fake word or two and no one will ever know the difference. Right? (illustration at the top via Bibliodyssey) |
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One reason I don’t like to write much is that I quite often cannot remember the word I am reaching for. Perhaps something to do with increasing age, but I doubt it - more likely, the less I write, the fewer words I need on a daily basis and thus, the fewer words that stick in my mind. This presents a problem!