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So it looks like our Halloween LoM party has run into a brick wall face first and now lies bleeding and dazed on the ground. Too many of our planners can't possibly attend which makes the whole thing a good deal less fun so there seems little point in moving forward with it. Aelf suggested an alternative "viewing party" at a date TBD but we'll see if we can pull it off.

This leaves me utterly without plans for Halloween which, normally, wouldn't bother me in the slightest. I suppose the fact that I used to have plans and now don't is what's bugging me the most...or perhaps it's the mild isolation I'm starting to feel with my current life. I get up, go to work, come home, eat, do some minor chores and go to bed. That's it. That's my life.

I read LJ and see all the things other people are doing and I begin to wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I mean my 59 year old mother has a more interesting life now than I do. I don't go anywhere, I don't do anything, and my most scintillating out of work conversations these days take place with my cats. Yes, I have become the old maid cliche...or I will have done when I acquire my first doily.

And of course I keep drawing the Hermit in all my Tarot readings so it would appear this state of affairs isn't letting up any time soon. Fan-fucking-tastic.

*sigh* Sorry, I'll stop whining now and go find something political to piss me off. I'd rather be pissed than depressed.

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This nonsense by Megan Mcardle brings out the best in Roy at Alicublog who comes up with this keeper quote:

One of the glories of a free society is that we may pick and choose our regrets.

Although TBogg's comment almost made me snort Vitamin Water:

Keep in mind that, for Randians, masturbation is the ultimate goal. And, no, you can't watch as it might give you pleasure.

I loves me some Libertarian bashing...

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Is it possible to be a blog fangirl? If so I consider myself one for Doghouse Riley who can turn a phrase like nobody's business. Case in point:

This sort of thing is not taken as bias on the Right, which views unfettered capitalism as Freedom and ardent rectal courtship of one's financial superiors as patriotic duty.

But it's not just his one off's that make my toes curl, he's full of ranty goodness too:

Why is it, exactly, that failed-war-floggers are so eager to send the military off on Operation Save What I Imagine Is Left Of My Face, but scruple at such simple truths? These are the same people who've been speaking openly about an American Empire for the past decade, but the minute someone suggests we're in Iraq because Iraq has oil you can actually hear the sounds of fans being fluttered and smelling salts being administered. Why do we get the same reaction whenever military conscription gets mentioned? I understand the reluctance to admit the disastrous results of a nearly laboratory-pure test of your post-Vietnam foreign policy ideas. But why is there such a problem in admitting the facts of your own case?


His Modo Glossary is also not to be missed.