OK. Mister Petulant has been in a bit of a "funk." This state is not the "funk" of say Parliament or Sun Ra, but the "funk" of jeebus-ass- holy-Virgin Wonton get thee evil computer away from me with all its depressing information. Usually I am the master of my emotions, but then a "spell" occurs and I must seek guidance from mindless fodder. In my case, I turned to Scarlett and Buffy and endless cooking. I declared Petulant Rumblings DEAD on Sunday (I am dramatic that way, HA!) because I never know what direction to pursue. HOWEVER, the evil computers and Internet extend tentacles around my throat and pull and squeeze me back into the fold.
My posts will be light because I am still unsure of how I want to continue. My thoughts and interests are like those tentacles that pull me in many directions. I only have one head for so many tentacles. If I am starting to sound like Andrew Sullivan someone find a drunk William Tell to put me out of my misery. When I have these "spells" they pass and things resume, but I grow so weary. If I could just make my "shtick" completely superficial I might find a comfortable deluded existence. Real Housewives all the way baby! Unfortunately, I like to think I am reality-based and that makes me sigh. While I might make jokes about "Ignorance is Bliss," if ya read enough of my compilations that is far from the truth. Idle gossip and shoez are a fun distraction but some semblance of fact makes the world better. So... here I am compiling the morning readings again. Let me start reading to see how pitiful our existence is.
In case any of you were wondering, it is the 29th or 30th day (depending when you are reading this) of Obama's presidency. He hasn't saved us yet, so thus, he is a failure. I have a cocktail around here somewhere. I am horrible with numbers, bless you accountants, and the only reason I know this is because David Shuster informed me earlier in the day. I guess since teh god created this planet in seven days, every problem is fixable according to that duration. Perhaps I should watch the 700 Club for guidance?
Just remember kittens, President Obama and this MODERATE Congress are gonna make us a Socialist state. But, not any Socialist state. The American Thinker [sic] pointed how Obama Socialism could be the same as the NAZI Socialist Party. IN OCTOBER 2008! If Republican obstructionists don't kill America to win elections, they will be there to point out how Obama did. Bless our political factions and their true concern. Let me sip my RUSSIAN vodka and read.
UGH! Wall Street will only be content with a blank check so it can continue business as usual.
California in budgetary distress. Gee... I wonder which party likes playing obstructionist? UPDATE: Krugman declares California an APOCALYPSE.
"NEW, BOLD IDEAS" from Newt's lips. (Think Progress)
General Motors needs more "loan" money. (ABC)
OH YAY! Moscow Optimistic about America's New Beginning. Where's Putin to wrestle?
Ethics panel opens probe on Sen. Burris. (The Hill)
When Rep. Michele Bachmann isn't spouting crazy live, she (or one of her staffers) tries to sound credible at The Hill Blog. (Crossposted at Townhall.) HA!
OH NOES! Don't let those homosexualists adopt children who might need a home. (Kentucky)
Cheney is NOT furious about Bush not pardoning Scooter. (Reuters) They are still on speaking terms and might rent a bear.
Kinda late now. McCain blacklists The View. Cindy claims the co-hosts "picked our bones clean." At least someone in the media is.
Let me shed a fucking tear! Leader of NC chapter of Ku Klux Klan dies.
Anthropologist's studies of childbirth bring new focus on women in evolution. (Eurekalert)
1 in 4 California adolescent girls has had HPV vaccine.
Underwater Census: Frigid Oceans Are Surprisingly Popular Place to Live.
I am in love with the Carina Nebula.
New Way That Bacteria Evolve Into Something That Can Make You Sick.
One of my favorite movies of all time, Luis Buñuel's The Exterminating Angel was FINALLY released on DVD. YAY for Criterion! I can toss the VHS and my pitiful burn from when it showed on IFC.
Since Spring is almost upon us, let's take a look at what Gareth Pugh wants us to wear. And the Dior Couture makes me yearn for some of that stimulus money. Since it nears Spring that means it is time for Fall.
Over the weekend in my "funk," I color-coordinated my closet. A friend scoffed at how easy that would be because my wardrobe consists of black, white, gray, and burgundy. 'Tis never simple. Once I pulled a portable rack to hang clothes while I organized, I was shocked, SHOCKED, at the amount of blue shirts I have. I am certain I wore them at some point as there were no tags. Then, of course, there are gradations of color. OH MY! Since I am a pack rat I was only able to rid myself of one trash bag of clothes which will be donated somewhere or let friends dig. What I deemed unable to relinquish found a new home in a guest room closet. I didn't free up space, but the existing clothes can breath better. This act relieved my "funk" for a few moments; that sense of accomplishment with a simple act. It always seems those simple, organizational chores bring satisfaction. Scrubbing a floor like Joan Crawford in a manic frenzy does create ease. It's clean bitchez. I also discovered a burnished gold chandelier buried underneath an old comforter in my closet. I had forgotten completely about it. I guess I should file that under "privilege" as I am certain everyone doesn't keep a spare gold chandelier in their closet.
Tonight's morning readings (HA!) are brought to you by Dunhill, Stoli (I am optimistic about the Russians.) with a splash of Indian River Grapefruit/Pomegranate juice, Apoptygma Berzerk, Goodbooks (the remixes), and Mylène Farmer.
(Cross-posted at the not quite dead yet Petulant Rumblings)