Labor Day Tomato Blogging

If you didn’t enter the 2005 Weblog Tomato Contest, shame on you. I am proud to say that this is the only official blogging contest in which I have won any award.

More Bounty
Judge Ali’s comments: “almost as big as a head of cabbage!”

These babies are an heirloom plant comparable to the Burpee Big Boy beefsteak toms but without all the icky and weird hybridization (allow me my oddities, please). They are enormous, but bonus, sweetly edible when yellow and slowly turn a pretty, pleasant orange color if left on the vine. Unfortunately, this plant was one of the plants to be ruined during last month’s rainstorm deluge so I am no longer collecting these lovely babies and am instead trying to get rid of egregious amounts of romas.

That said, thank you and thank you for all your love and support. Without lime, mulch and water, none of this would have been possible.

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Note to World

The hurricane was not an act of God to punish us.

The Salvation Army conducted an outside religious service that included songs such as “What a Friend We Have in Jesus.”

“Natural disaster is caused by the sin in the world,” said Maj. John Jones, the group’s area commander. “The acts of God are what happens afterwards … all the good that happens.”

Note #2: Cold-hearted as this may be, this is why I don’t give to the Salvation Army.

In the face of a national disaster, it is difficult not to look for reasons why so many were abandoned or left for dead, but let’s not grow ever more flagrant in our rejection of reality.

C’mon, America. I don’t know why I believe in us much anymore, but let’s get a grip and chuck the fantasies. The god you love is not a god of retribution.

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Memo to Bush

Fire FEMA director Michael Brown. Even Michelle Malkin agrees.

And before you think I’m going too soft on Bushco, I have to agree with this guy. One more press conference and I’m heading to DC with a gun.

Also, for the first time ever, I feel confident that Al Gore would have been a great and humble leader.

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Happy Kitty

Time for some feel-good blogging.

Pablo is Happy

Pablo, the unusually unaffectionate cat, is treating me like his own personal playground. Climbing all over my lap, my desk, sitting on the keyboard, laying on the mouse, and rubbing his tail in my face. Today he can’t get enough affection.

I happened to catch this picture when he stopped rubbing all over me and sat down for a total of five seconds. Alas, I made eye contact and here he is again, whapping me in the eyes with his ta45555il (extra numbers straight from Pabby’s left paw).

All this is to say that in times of despair and trouble and calamity, here the kitties are, animals all over the world, cluelessly going about their daily routines, giving us a nubbin of pleasure in their own special ways. This is what KD was getting at when he began Friday Cat Blogging.

”I’d just blogged a whole bunch of stuff about what was wrong with the world,” Mr. Drum said. ”And I turned around and I looked out the window, and there was one of my cats, just plonked out, looking like nothing was wrong with the world at all.”

We all need a bit of gleeful cluelessness in our lives (the Republican parental units notwithstanding).

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Jesus H. Muhfuh Christ

I can’t, well, just read this.

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Rehnquist Dies In His Home at Age 80

Chief Justice William H. Rehnquist died Saturday evening at his home in suburban Virginia, said Supreme Court spokeswoman Kathy Arberg…

“The Chief Justice battled thyroid cancer since being diagnosed last October and continued to perform his dues on the court until a precipitous decline in his health the last couple of days,” she said.

Rehnquist was appointed to the Supreme Court as an associate justice in 1971 by President Nixon and took his seat on Jan. 7, 1982. He was elevated to chief justice by President Reagan in 1986.

His death ends a remarkable 33-year Supreme Court career during which Rehnquist oversaw the court’s conservative shift, presided over an impeachment trial and helped decide a presidential election.

President Bush his second court opening within pour months and sets up what’s expected to be an even more bruising Senate confirmation battle than that of John Roberts.

It was not immediately clear what impact Rehnquist’s death would have on confirmation hearings for Roberts, scheduled to begin Tuesday.

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Hell Froze Over

Falwell speaks out for “basic” gay rights:

Falwell, who in the immediate aftermath of Sept. 11, 2001, blamed the terrorist attacks on “the pagans, the abortionists, and the feminists and the gays and lesbians,” and who describes himself as “very conservative,” told Carlson that if he were a lawyer, he too would argue for civil rights for gays.

“I may not agree with the lifestyle,” Falwell said. “But that has nothing to do with the civil rights of that… part of our constituency…

“Civil rights for all Americans, black, white, red, yellow, the rich, poor, young, old, gay, straight, et cetera, is not a liberal or conservative value,” Falwell went on to say. “It’s an American value that I would think that we pretty much all agree on.”

Joe Solmonese, president of the Human Rights Campaign, said his group welcomed the apparent softening of Falwell’s position on at least some gay rights. “Like most Americans, it seems Rev. Falwell has reached the conclusion that everyone deserves basic rights,” said Solmonese. “I hope he also supports legislation that would deliver on these values.”

via Lynn

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Laughing Gas

I have a rather low-grade sense of humor. I laugh at the most tasteless, immature stuff without too much shame. I have a habit of making rude comments at truly inappropriate times. One of the most common statements that newbies and strangers make in my presence is, “I can’t tell whether or not you’re kidding.” Neither can I. Second most common statement: “Man, you’re fucking weird.”

One of the silliest quirks I have, and there are plenty, is the ability to go from laughing to crying in a matter of moments, usually if the laughing and/or crying sounds and feels too much like the other. If you’ve ever been under severe stress you might know what I’m talking about. Additionally, if something just happens to hit the funny bone, especially if no one else knows what the hell I’m laughing about, I absolutely cannot stop. The embarassment makes it that much worse, giggling, turning red, eyes watering, trying to wave onlookers away from my insanity.

I thought about crying yesterday when the gas light lit up in the Jeep. I have barely driven anywhere in the last two weeks unless absolutely necessary, in part to save some money and in part to save some gas. I decided to park the car for the rest of the evening. But when evening rolled around, Ethan complaining about the lack of air conditioning because of Mama’s obsessive energy-saving, I decided we should run out to the gas station and get some gas and a slushie to avail his irritation.

I drove to the gas station a few blocks away but it was full, spilling a long line into the four-lane highway. Because I knew I was running on fumes, we decided to hit up another gas station a mile or two up the road. Regular unleaded was just above three dollars, which wasn’t too much of a difference than before the hurricane crisis, so I filled up the tank full well knowing I’d be paying more but not paying too much attention to the price.

I went inside and got a couple of large slushies and went up to the cashier to pay. “Pump eight and these,” I said, clunking the drinks onto the counter.

“That’ll be $59.88,” he said.

I tittered. “Are you kidding?”

The kid behind the counter, with the band shirt and lip ring trying way to hard at punk rock, smiled right along with me. “Nope.”

I slid him the gas card as another laugh-yelp slipped out of me. And then another. The man in line behind me chortled nervously. I covered my eyes in embarassment knowing what was about to happen. My shoulders were shaking, eyes watering, and I was desperately, unsuccessfully, holding back my laughter.

The cashier looked at me with a gaze that crossed amusement with a sniggering nervousness. “Most people that come in here get pissed off.”

“Fuck it. Not even worth it,” I snorted.

I grabbed the drinks and walked back to the car, still cracking up, wiping the tears running down my face with the back of my hand as fellow gas-buyers curiously gazed my way. I got into the car and had to blow my nose.

Moooo-om,” Ethan said, “why are you crying?”

“Here, I got you a slushie.”

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Cat Question

The boyfriend requests some assistance: You have two cats in a 600 sq. ft. apartment. They poop a lot. What kinds of food and litter would you use to reduce the smell of excretia?

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Finding, Looting, Theft or Heroism?

Thousands of refugees of Hurricane Katrina were transported to the Astrodome in Houston this week. In an extreme act of looting, one group actually stole a bus to escape ravaged areas in Louisiana. About 100 people packed into the stolen bus. They were the first to enter the Houston Astrodome, but they weren’t exactly welcomed. The big yellow school bus wasn’t expected or approved to pass through the stadium’s gates. Randy Nathan, who was on the bus, said they were desperate to get out of town.

“If it werent for him right there,” he said, “we’d still be in New Orleans underwater. He got the bus for us.”

Eighteen-year-old Jabbor Gibson jumped aboard the bus as it sat abandoned on a street in New Orleans and took control. “I just took the bus and drove all the way here…seven hours straight,’ Gibson admitted. “I hadn’t ever drove a bus.” The teen packed it full of complete strangers and drove to Houston. He beat thousands of evacuees slated to arrive there.

“I t’s better than being in New Orleans,” said fellow passenger Albert McClaud, “we want to be somewhere where we’re safe.”

…Authorities eventually allowed the renegade passengers inside the dome. But the 18-year-old who ensured their safety could find himself in a world of trouble for stealing the school bus.

“I dont care if I get blamed for it ,” Gibson said, “as long as I saved my people.”

Sixty legally chartered buses were expected to arrive in Houston throughout the night. Thousands of people will be calling the Astrodome “home,” at least for now.

One woman’s thief is another woman’s savior. I’m going with “finding” and “heroism” on this round, Alex.

Via Mac, more at the News Blog.

In other news, Bush reports his umbrella is working “just fine.”

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Imagine It With Me

What would it look like if Halliburton was in charge of the NOLA clean-up project?

UPDATE: Oh my god, I was kidding.

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Hard Donation Items

I have some old toys of Ethan’s sitting around that I was planning on selling this weekend, in addition to clothes that probably can’t be sold to a consignment store. I emailed the Houston Bar Association, one organization that is accepting hard items for the new American diaspora, with offers to send kids clothing and toys. This is the shipping address they gave me.

Houston Bar Association Office
1001 Fannin
Suite 1300
Houston, TX 77002

I’m going to have Ethan join me tonight in arranging the packages and use this as a particularly teachable moment.

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