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GObama!

Between the shitterific presidential campaign and the craptastic economy, it’s easy to feel helpless to respond as an individual. For my own part, I’ve written my legislators every other hour and turned this uncredited illustration into one badass bumper sticker: Mostly, however, I’ve been responding like every other red-blooded blue-stater: by clacking out indignant blog…

Wow. Just. . . WOW.

This from an op-ed in today’s US News & World Report: Mountains of controversy are swirling around Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin’s strange policy of forcing rape victims to pay for their own rape kits while she was mayor of the now-infamous town of Wasilla. The most interesting take I’ve found is posted by Alaska blogger…

The coolest thing about having a blog

And no, it’s not just internationally broadcasting all my purdy photography and forcing Mike to do the Walk of Shame into the office and being all, “Look! My butt!” and hating on Republicans. (Though while we’re there, I have a message for you, John McCain. I never had a beef with you; between McCain/Feingold and…

Dear Alanis Morissette

I know you took a lot of crap over “Isn’t it Ironic,” crap you altogether deserved what with the irony of English teachers quoting your lyrics, and those were lyrics that revealed you to be COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS TO THE DEFINITION OF IRONY. But on the unexpected chance you haven’t since cracked an English Grammar for…

On being an anatomical freak

To the naked eye, I look fairly pulled together. Some have even said “attractive,” though those people have never seen me when I realize TiVo’s eaten an episode of “Bridezillas.” And the liquor store is closed. On the INSIDE, however, there’s a whole lotta weird shit going on, courtesy of my esteemed forebears, whom I’m…

Still life with sweat

For fuck’s sake, summer has FINALLY arrived in Seattle in the form of 90-degree days and wading pools and SPF Infinity. The best sign? It’s arrived in the front yard: Grow, pretty pears! (But keep a low profile, lest the squirrels discover you and force me to haul out the shotgun. . .)

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