I’ve decided that, following my DIE training last week, I would declare my femininity. As part of my solidarity with people assigned at birth as female, my rather bulbous middle will now identify as a baby inside a uterus. After all, I didn’t get my period last month. It explains the vomiting more satisfactorily than does the excessive alcohol intake.

Oh, and now that I’m a female, I am coming out of the closet and proudly announcing that I am a lesbian. Damn, I’m stunning and brave.

Other proud announcements are birthdays, and we have a slew of them today, including the inventor of the Orange Julius; a guy who let his Anglophilia get the best of him; the pioneer of my favorite art form; a guy who has worn out the quotation machines; the guy who basically invented American movie comedy; a guy who paved the way for Ernest Borgnine; the guy who paved the way for westernsloper; Daddy who would give you the car; a grifter who ended up being outgrifted by a true master; a lovely bonnie lass; a guy with whom I have a weird family connection; a woman who made NPR what it is today; and the best living advertisement for edibles.

We’d better do links before I pee myself my water breaks.

 

Taking away women’s rights to bare arms.

 

“It’s not trolling, it’s RACISM.”

 

That’ll leave a mark.

 

When will we finally be rid of this family?

 

“This individual has certainly been sheltered.”

 

This is how I felt about Cathy Rigby.

 

Putting aside the question of, “Why would anyone go back there???” I am amused at CNN’s phrase, “a regime often criticized as theocratic and dictatorial.” (emphasis mine)

 

Old Guy Music is a happy, bouncy, creepy song about serial killing.