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Oct. 3rd, 2007

A GRAND ANNOUNCEMENT

I will now be blogging at:

The Breda Fallacy

(yes! A link! Click it! Come visit!)

For some time now, I've been considering moving my blog to another site. I've been quietly moving things over, adding a blog roll, links to sites I read, even a site meter. I find Livejournal a little messy for my needs and have decided to migrate on over to Blogger.

I use Google's gmail, and Blogger is part of Google...so it makes sense for me. Everything will now be nice and tidy and streamlined.

Oct. 2nd, 2007

educating the leaders of tomorrow.

Indoctrinate-U.

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I need 

to wear with my Kalashnikitty shirt.

Or maybe 

duh. (or durr, in MA)

This test says that I have a well-developed sense of right and wrong and believe in economic fairnessCollapse )

confession.

I guess I have "a type"

Upon examining my tastes I find that I like big, Celtic-looking men. It is just so stereotypical of me that I'm almost embarrassed. It also goes a long way toward explaining my moment of clarity when I first set on eyes on My Mike. When I first met him, he had a ponytail and a full beard. He was not at all what I considered to be my type at the time, but instincts took over and married bliss quickly resulted. Very quickly, in fact...we were engaged 2 months after we started dating. Chalk it up to genetics, imprinting, culture, nature, nurture, whatever...it works for me.

So in the spirit of celebrating manly Celtic men, I give you....
Ladies, you can thank me later.

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Oct. 1st, 2007

and now, a musical interlude

I don't listen to the radio. What they call popular music these days (warbling overproduced gyrating blondes, the thumpathumpathumpa of rap, or the whiny man bitch emo drone) either makes feel very irritated or like I'm going to lapse into a coma. 

In fact, I'm not what you'd call a music lover. At all. I can spend days alone in the house, listening only to the sounds outside, various cat antics, and the thoughts inside my own head without ever considering playing a CD. For some reason, I am incapable of other brain processes when music is playing. I have even been known to request music be silenced to better smell an interesting or alarming fragrance. When I listen to music, i can do nothing else.

Occasionally when I do get a desire for music, my tastes are odd. It's as if i am having a rare night dining out and only want the most unusual and exotic flavors to cross my palate. I like folky, artsy, unconventional music, mostly performed by women who write good lyrics and have A Voice (weird, amazing, unearthly...the voice has to be their own). Talent packaged in female quirk, I suppose you could call it. I also enjoy ethnic music...Brazilian, Japanese, Celtic, you name it.

In my search for unconventional music performed by women (which has led me to Bjork, Feist, PJ Harvey, Sinead O'Connor, Amy Winehouse, Rasputina, Tori Amos and so many others) I have found the woman who I would like to sing my theme song, if one was ever to be written. Nellie McKay sounds like a snarky Doris Day lounge act. Her warm voice delivers sarcasm so smoothly you don't know that you've been slapped. I really enjoy her whole post-punk, Chanel suit sensibility.

(let me apologize in advance for The View, but I think she's charming in the interview)


And here's a song about an even truer love...

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explaining my interests.

the adorableness that is _falnfenix_ has assigned me a memery,

Sep. 30th, 2007

chicks with guns

celebrating diversity!

Prior to my first trips to the range, I assumed that it would be filled with white men...redneck-esque, suburban, weekend deer hunter types. I thought I'd be the only girl there.

I was so wrong.

Not only do I always see women at the range (there is also a woman on staff), but in my short time shooting I have seen groups of African-American men and women taking classes, a man in a wheelchair, people of all ages, and a group of young Orthodox Jews.

 Who knew that a small suburban gun range could be so diverse?
angry

irked.

Politicians are sneaky, self-serving, scheming bastards. I know this, its no big surprise to me. But the more I think about that hate crime bill being attached to the military spending bill, the more it irritates me.

At first I thought, "Wow, Democrats really care about the hate crime bill and protecting minorities." Oh, silly, silly me. How naive.

After much thought about this I realized that, no! All they want is to force the President to veto a military spending bill, that among other things, would include a pay increase for servicemen during wartime.

I really wish that every time they announced that they "support the troops", a brown smelly ooze would leak from every one of their orifices....because they are so full of shit, they are near to bursting.
shooty

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I'm totally jazzed about the People of the Gun site! It's so cool to see all the gunbloggers that I've been reading for so long! There's Uncle, Kevin, Jeff and so many others. It's like looking at an alternative universe high school yearbook. (although, after looking at all the other photos, I think I may need a bigger gun or maybe a beard to fit in better)

I have to get a photo of My Mike and send it in. After all, he was the one who started me blogging about guns in the first place.

I've been reading these blogs for quite some time and adding my comments only recently and I have to say, a more welcoming and passionate group of people I have never met.

I'm honored to be included.

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