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May 2005

#11 was Pandagon

Uber-conservative online magazine Human Events Online has the Top 10 Most Harmful Books ever, and frankly, there are some surprises. The first, and this one is gonna hurt in Kansas, is that The Origin of the Species only got honorable mention, not even beating out John Maynard Keynes. The other big surprise is that the distinguished (as it can be with Phyllis Schlafly on it) panel didn't supress their worst urges and put The Communist Manifesto above Mein Kampf. You'd think these fuckers would be grateful to the Commmies for giving the news a reason to pretend that Reagan wasn't a mean old asshole who supported apartheid during the 5 year long funeral. But let us examine the list in all its glory.

1) Commies suck balls. We won't dignify this book by Marx and Engels by calling it by name. Suffice it to say, without it, David Horowitz wouldn't have his weird ass theories.

2) Mein Kampf Okay, we know it has to be on here. Gloat away, mofos, and you'll be sorry when it's not on here in 10 years.

3) Quotations from Chairman Mao. Now that we're over that hump, can we tell you how much we hate Commies?

4) The Kinsey Report Alright, a quote:

The reports were designed to give a scientific gloss to the normalization of promiscuity and deviancy. “Kinsey’s initial report, released in 1948 . . . stunned the nation by saying that American men were so sexually wild that 95% of them could be accused of some kind of sexual offense under 1940s laws,” the Washington Times reported last year when a movie on Kinsey was released.

Before then, there was not everyone got away with having a normal, if frisky, sex life. You had to be the head of FBI to get away with kissing boys.

5) Democracy and Education by John Dewey. The Dewey Decimal system made it extremely easy for people to figure out libraries, exposing them to volumes upon volumes upon volumes of books. Over-reading is a threat to the right wing propaganda mill, a fact we don't really take great pains to hide. (Damn, this joke would be funnier if I were smarter. Thanks, mtraven. That's what happens to you when you're educated by Bible-thumpers, I guess.)

6)Das Kapital. Take our word for it--the most evil German was Karl Marx, not Hitler, despite the difference in body counts. The working classes would have never noticed the injustice of working themselves to death so others could live in luxury if Marx had never pointed it out, we're sure of it.

7) The Feminine Mystique.

In The Feminine Mystique, Betty Friedan, born in 1921, disparaged traditional stay-at-home motherhood as life in “a comfortable concentration camp”--a role that degraded women and denied them true fulfillment in life. She later became founding president of the National Organization for Women. Her original vocation, tellingly, was not stay-at-home motherhood but left-wing journalism. As David Horowitz wrote in a review for Salon.com of Betty Friedan and the Making of the Feminine Mystique by Daniel Horowitz (no relation to David): The author documents that “Friedan was from her college days, and until her mid-30s, a Stalinist Marxist, the political intimate of the leaders of America’s Cold War fifth column and for a time even the lover of a young Communist physicist working on atomic bomb projects in Berkeley’s radiation lab with J. Robert Oppenheimer.”

Translation: Friedan was a slut who thought that people other than rich, white men should have rights. Clearly the worst kind of subversive.

8) The Course of Positive Philosophy by Auguste Comte. Comte suggested that you can be moral and not believe in god. This philosophy has made it very difficult for us to convince people that they should ignore their moral systems in favor of doing immoral things we claim god instructed them to do. This is very inconvienent.

9)Beyond Good and Evil Nietzsche was not a Nazi and the Nazis misinterpreted his writings to their own ends. The relation of Nazis to Nietzsche and fundies to the Bible is too close for comfort. Ban it!

10) General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money by John Maynard Keynes. Keynes is an elitist and we don't trust elitists that have any other theories about wealth other than they need more of it and the poor need less of it. Oh yeah, we pretend that running up deficits is something that only FDR did.

Honorable mentions:

*On Liberty by John Stuart Mill. We haven't read it, but "liberty" isn't the sort of word that's safe outside a meaningless speech by the Shrub.

*Beyond Freedom and Dignity by B.F. Skinner. Apparently a book on psychology but sounds like Al Franken's next book on the right wing. Ban it!

*Origin of the Species by Charles Darwin. We wanted to put Issac Newton's book where he put forward the theory of gravity on here, but no one could remember what its name was.

*Madness and Civilization by Michel Foucault. We don't know who this guy is, but someone told us he was French and died of AIDS. David Horowitz is working on a paper on why this means you shouldn't teach your kids to read.

*Coming of Age in Samoa by Margaret Mead. Missionaries don't have "positions" anyway. They reproduce through Bible reading.

*Unsafe at Any Speed by Ralph Nader. None of us got hurt roasting marshmellows over a burning Pinto. Nader is such an alarmist.

*Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir. It says "sex" in the title and that name looks French. All you need to know. (Concerned Women for America memo arrives.) Ay dios mio! And we thought Friedan was evil!

*Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud. Everything we need to know about human nature we learned from beating a dachsund. Named Siggie. Just a coincidence, of course.

Via Feministe.

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Okay, we framed someone, can you drop it please?

Before I get called paranoid for doubting authority, I refer everyone to the authority of Amnesty International on the subject of the serial killer of Juarez and the guy they tossed into jail so they could call the case closed.

Representatives of the Federal Attorney General’s Office continued to deny the pattern of violence against women in the state and did not take any action on cases in the city of Chihuahua. Long overdue reforms to the state criminal justice system to address deep flaws in investigative and judicial practices, including the use of torture to extract confessions from suspects, did not occur. The election of a new state governor raised some hopes that the situation might finally be addressed.

* In October, Víctor Javier Garcia Uribe was sentenced to 50 years’ imprisonment for the murder of eight women in 2001, despite compelling evidence that he had confessed under torture.

* In November, 16-year-old Martha Lizbeth Hernández was raped and murdered near her home in Ciudad Juárez. Investigations were continuing at the end of the year.

And now a 7-year-old and 10-year-old girl have been found raped and murdered and what the fuck does Vicente Fox have to say? Basically, "Hey, we threw someone in jail, so quit yer bitchin'."

"We must attend to the case of Juarez and we are, but it must also be seen in its proper dimension. These murder cases have been solved," Fox said, accusing the press of overplaying the story.

"We are offended by what has happened in Juarez, but nor is it right to be reheating the same 300 or 400 cases," he told reporters.

For those who are defending torture in the Middle East, this is why scapegoating is such a bad idea. Tossing the wrong man in jail is not only unjust, it also ensures that the real bad guy or guys will continue their criminal sprees. It's stupid for the Mexican government to do it and it's stupid for our government to be invading Iraq and figuring that counts as much as getting Osama bin Laden. Unfoturnately, as long as the officials in Mexico treat worry over the murders in Juarez as so much whining, the rumors are merely going to intensify that they are covering up for a bunch of overly entitled rich kids who murder for fun.

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Back On the Road

No bleeding, no depression, no yeast infections... ah, why, yes! It's time to hit the road again.



Did an experimental jog tonight: slow, short, easy and rather dismal. The second half turned into walk-jog-walk-jog-oh-fuck-it-walk.



The IUD started banging at my insides toward the end, just little twinges of occasional cramping. Not bad (I took a couple Motrin a few hours before), and if all goes as they say it will, I should be pain-free in a couple months. It was good to start out now to see where I'm at with that. I wish they made a smaller device for women who haven't had kids - I'd really rather that thing wasn't banging around all the time. In any case, I have confidence that my body will get used to it, and I'll be back together in no time.



The idea is to get a couple weeks of MA classes back in before my membership runs out - I'm going to let it expire over the summer and sign back up in September, mainly to save the money. Things are agonizingly tight right now, and heading to WisCon didn't do me any good.



I've been keeping up on the power walks at work - that's an hour every day, and my free weights in the morning, so I'm healthy, but not buff, and you know, honestly, I have a secret desire to be buff. The day I can tell a set day job to shove it so I can spend some time getting into actual shape will be a fucking fantastic day.



In other news, I've been reading a lot about boxing, as I've got a couple of shorts and a novel with a protagonist who's taken it up, and I'm interested in seeing how other authors handle writing about boxing (B is very good at this, and his blog is great for that).



I'm also currently in the process of cutting 31,000 words from the first book of my fantasy saga before it hits the road again with agents. I picked up a couple more names at WisCon, and I figured, shit, why not? So that's getting cleaned up while the day job is slow, and at night I'm coming home and working on my blood and sand bisexual shapeshifiting bounty hunter novel and stories, which hold a special place in my brutal little heart.



Those stories are gonna rock.



Overall, life is definately smoothing out again, most importantly on the health front. I really took a nose dive for three or four months, and coming up out of that has been a bitch and a half. Now it's all back to working to where I was, writing and shape wise, and surpassing that.



No big thing.



It's a good life.

A new field for the Church of the Mouse and the Disco Ball to enter into

There are many holy rituals in the Church of the Mouse and the Disco Ball. One is the Holy Beer Run to fetch Lone Star, Shiner, or the beer of your choice. One is to find a disco ball and dance under it or even just admire its beautiful glow. One is Rawk Out to the Ramones or to one of the anointed saintly bands/musicians. And of course, one is to cat blog in order to show the proper awe and fear of the Cat that can devour the Discoballmousians at will. Or make up a holy ritual of your own. The main aim of the Church of the Mouse and the Disco Ball is to be very open-ended so that we can recruit quickly and be bigger than the Mormons in no time with way less effort.

And now we have a new field we can get into--criminal justice! Yes, my followers, there is a judge in Kentucky (Home of the Spousal Ass Rape) who sentences people to church, um, "worship services". (There must be a conservative law school where the only lesson is, "Use a different term for the same thing and they can't catch you on it. I swear. Now let's hit the Pabst before happy hour is over.") Generally this would be a difficult decision for the sentenced criminals--church or jail? If it were a Southern Baptist church, I think that most of us would lean towards jail. But it's open-ended in a pathetic attempt to dodge 1st Amendment issues. And the Discoballmousians are here to help.

Come to our worship services, criminals of Kentucky! You don't even have to be a joiner--grab a Lone Star, pop in a Ramones CD and you are set. No need for jail or for getting thumped with a Bible. And if anyone challenges that this is indeed a "worship service", just say, "They got the word 'church' in the name, for fuck's sake! And a god! And a prophet! Damn, and a Holy Blog, which is the new wave in holy texts." It's true--holy books are so 1st century. Now we can provide you months of archives for followers to misinterpret for their own ends.

I don't see this as a lucrative field for us, but it is nice to know that we've got the chance to spare a few Kentucky criminals (bet none of them got busted for ass-raping their wives) the pain of being told to speak in tongues or even sing "Shall We Gather at the River?" Frankly, I think it's downright Christian of us to extend this service. Except better.

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Don’t pester the columnist while he pontificates on the stupidity of women

John Tierney, who seems to be the main reason that the NY Times will be concealing its editorial page behind a $50 entrance fee, has a huge backlog of anecdotal evidence that women are feeble-minded and he intends to waste huge amounts of paper sharing it with you.

After I wrote about research showing that women have less appetite for competition than men do, a number of women wrote to inform me that they're just as competitive as any guy. If the tone of their letters is any indication, I have no doubt they are.

Translation: I think women are born uncompetitive and to prove this I will engage in a little social shaming of competitive women in hopes that this will teach them to quit giving into the natural urge to act unnaturally unfeminine. I do not see the illogic in this, because I know I am logical, as is evidenced by my man-ness.

Nor do researchers doubt that such women exist. As Danica Patrick showed in the Indianapolis 500, some women can successfully compete with men at the highest level. But why aren't there more of them?

Because world class racers generally have to start very young in life in order to reach those levels, and young girls are pretty much never encouraged to go into racing, but Danica Patrick was. I'm sorry. Wrong answer. It's cause bitches are stupid.

He then goes on to tell a story I won't bore you with, but the basic gist of it is that when men began competing in Scrabble tournaments with women, they started kicking ass. The reason is that men are more competitive, is what Tierney says. But even his evidence doesn't really prove that.

The top players, both male and female, point to a simple explanation for the disparity: more men are willing to do whatever it takes to reach the top. You need more than intelligence and a good vocabulary to become champion. You have to spend hours a day learning words like "khat," doing computerized drills and memorizing long lists of letter combinations, called alphagrams, that can form high-scoring seven-letter words.

The next two paragraphs, I swear to god, explain how you play Scrabble. Tierney may think women are a bit dim, but he must think anyone who reads him must be completely retarded. He might have a point there.

Really, I'm not scientist, but I hardly think a sampling of the top 50 Scrabble players in the whole world is really a good place to get hard scientific evidence that men are born more competitive. If in fact men are more likely to spend time memorizing words like "khat", that demonstrates to me that men probably just have more sitting around time to waste like that. Turns out that my theory, at least, has numbers to back it up.

American men are doing about 16 hours of housework a week, up from 12 hours in 1965, according to a study by the University of Michigan Institute for Social Research (ISR), Ann Arbor. The weekly housework hours of American women have declined sharply since 1965. Yet, they are still doing much more housework than men--about 27 hours a week.

That extra 11 hours a week of not doing housework might just translate to time to study Scrabble words for the lucky few. But unfortunately, my bullshit theory, despite making sense and easy to explain, just has no sex appeal. Unlike evolutionary psychology. Oh and my theory sort of suggests a way that women could have more time for goofy hobbies--cut back on the housework and get men to pick up more chores. Which comes dangerously close to asking that men relinquish privilege, which I am not supposed to do lest I get called a natural unnatural unfeminine hosebeast.

But the good news, guys, is that Scrabble can get you laid!

It has been noted at Scrabble tournaments that some of the best players are single guys with wide-open social calendars. And there are Scrabble groupies - I'm not kidding - apparently still under the unconscious influence of that classic short-term reproductive strategy. They prefer guys who win.

How much do you want to bet that Tierney likes Scrabble? I'm also beginning to wonder if Tierney doth protest too much--these "women are stupid" articles do make one wonder if he read all those bloggers and other writers wishing that a deserving woman had gotten his place instead of his sorry ass that was only promoted because they needed a Generic White Guy Conservative to avoid the piggy squeals of bias from the right.

Like Tierney, I offer further reading: Echidne, Stone Court, Feministing.

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Big Brass Alliance">Big Brass Alliance

Shakespeare's Sister, bless her activist soul, has set up the Big Brass Alliance, an alliance of lefty bloggers to support After Downing Street.

After Downing Street is a coalition of veterans' groups, peace groups, and political activist groups, which launched on May 26, 2005, a campaign to urge the U.S. Congress to begin a formal investigation into whether President Bush has committed impeachable offenses in connection with the Iraq war. The campaign focuses on evidence that recently emerged in a British memo containing minutes of a secret July 2002 meeting with British Prime Minister Tony Blair and his top national security officials.

The name is a reference to the Downing Street Memo, a British memo recently made public in the London Times, which contained the minutes of a secret July 2002 meeting between British Prime Minister Tony Blair and his top national security officials.

After Downing Street reports:

John Bonifaz, a Boston attorney specializing in constitutional litigation, sent a memo to Congressman John Conyers of Michigan, the Ranking Democrat on the House Judiciary Committee, urging him to introduce a Resolution of Inquiry directing the House Judiciary Committee to launch a formal investigation into whether sufficient grounds exist for the House to impeach President Bush. Bonifaz's memo, made available today at www.AfterDowningStreet.org, begins: "The recent release of the Downing Street Memo provides new and compelling evidence that the President of the United States has been actively engaged in a conspiracy to deceive and mislead the United States Congress and the American people about the basis for going to war against Iraq. If true, such conduct constitutes a High Crime under Article II, Section 4 of the United States Constitution."

Congressman Conyers is now seeking 100,000 signatures to sign a letter on the Downing Street Inquiry.

Sign the letter here. Write to your Congresspeople here.

Then, post about it, and go to Shakespeare's Sister to be included in the alliance.

It’s not true just ’cause I said so

Honestly. How stupid does George Bush think we are?

Apparently, very.

A human rights group's report about conditions at the U.S. military's prison at Guantanamo Bay is "absurd," President Bush told reporters Tuesday.

Here's why it's an absurd report:

"It's absurd. It's an absurd allegation. The United States is a country that promotes freedom around the world," Bush said of the report, which compared Guantanamo to a Soviet-era gulag.

He said the Amnesty allegations were based on interviews with detainees, who hated America and were trained to lie.

Oh, okay. So because you say we promote and love freedom (coughSaudi Arabia), and because you say the detainees hate America, none of the allegations are true. Everyone else is lying, you see.

Even when FBI agents all reported abuse in Gitmo, it must not be true. Even if the Red Cross, Human Rights Watch, and Amnesty International all investigated and found abusive treatment at Gitmo, it's not true because you say so, George.

Sorta like how it was true that Saddam had WMD's, huh?

Driving Home Danica’s Point

Of course Danica Patrick's involvement in this past weekend's Indy 500 boosted ratings -- I watched my first Indy since, oh, ever. And so did millions more Americans -- many of them, I'm willing to bet, women who were eager to see Patrick take on the pack. The numbers, via Newsday:

ABC's coverage of the race, in which Patrick led with 10 laps to go before slipping to finish fourth, produced a 6.6 overnight rating, up 40 percent from last year and the highest preliminary rating for the race since a 7.4 in 1996. Sunday's final laps, in fact, from 4 p.m. to 4:15 p.m., earned an 8.8 rating and a 21 share of the viewing audience. Even the pre-race show from noon to 1 p.m. generated a 58-percent increase in ratings from last year. An overnight ratings point represents about 770,000 homes.

The line from Patrick I loved best (via The New York Times): "Asked if she had made the point that female drivers could compete against men, Patrick quickly said, 'I made a hell of a point for anybody, are you kidding me?'"

Selena Roberts might have overplayed the pop culture references in the introduction of her NYT column from Monday, but her bit about David Letterman understanding women better than George W. Bush is right on target:

As the proud part owner of the No. 16 car Patrick drives, Letterman has smartly poured his faith and money into the tenacity of a 23-year-old woman with mainstream appeal.

As the impish late-night host, he once put the United States women's World Cup soccer team into America's living room by promoting his favorite "soccer mommas" on television every night while the ladies went on to validate Title IX during a rapturous summer of 1999.

In his own odd way, Letterman has actually helped women to defy the weaker-sex myths and fueled estrogen momentum while the Bush administration would prefer to jam women's progress in reverse by slipping the ladies a Mickey.

Roberts then takes a serious turn, outlining the ridiculousness (and potential short-sightedness) of the Bush administration's Title IX tweaking:

In March, with no public notice, the United States Education Department handed public schools what was essentially an escape route from Title IX compliance by allowing an interest survey of girls to determine whether institutions were obeying the law in providing equal sports opportunities.

Two years, and one election, after the Bush administration was pressured by the public into leaving Title IX as it was, it has changed policy in what has been disingenuously mislabeled as a clarification by the Education Department.

"They are pointedly saying, 'Guess what? We're in power now,'" Donna Lopiano, the executive director of the Women's Sports Foundation, said in a telephone interview. "When it was on the table the last time, there was a public fight. They notified no one this time. So it's like fighting ghosts. It's mind-boggling."

So is the questionnaire methodology. Basically, males are not surveyed, and if a female does not respond, she is counted as uninterested in sports. The burden of proof is placed on the girls instead of the institution, with not a thought given to the socialization of the sexes.

"A girl may not say she is as interested in sports as readily as a boy, who feels he must say he is interested in sports or he is not a man," Lopiano said.

The survey is so flawed, it could deliciously backfire. What if women truly conformed to type and became positively manipulative when surveyed?

"Could a bunch of girls get together and say, 'Hey, let's ask the school for our own football team?'" Lopiano said. "Could they? Yes. The question becomes would a university be obligated to respond?"

Roberts writes that while it's unlikely that women could sabotage efforts to dilute Title IX, all of this does raise an interesting question: "What if women are more interested in sports than they've calculated? What if Danica Patrick is more the ever-growing trend and not an anomaly?"

What if, indeed. As sports columnist Christine Brennan writes:

There are still people in this country, some of them even in positions of power, who believe girls aren't as interested in sports as boys. If you see one of them, you might want to give him a shoulder to cry on, because this could end up being a pretty rough week.

It got off to a bad start last Sunday when a teenage female golfer became the youngest winner ever of a multi-round LPGA tournament.

Big deal, you're thinking - Michelle Wie finally won one.

It wasn't Michelle Wie. She wasn't in the tournament. It was Paula Creamer, an 18-year-old known as the Pink Panther because she wears pink in the final round the way you-know-who wears red. This teenager you never heard of is a better player than the 15-year-old Wie is right now. And she's not alone. There are other talented teenage girls out there too, waves of them, far more than you might expect from a sport that has contributed not only the men's grill to our culture, but Hootie Johnson.

Creamer won $187,500 last Sunday. She graduated from high school in Florida earlier this week. Now she can really begin to focus on her golf.

Isn't this what they always warned might happen if you let women on the golf course in the morning? Next thing you know, give them their own checking account and they'll want to start buying up sports teams.

As a matter of fact, that's exactly what Sheila Johnson did the other day. ...

Read the rest here.

As more women step up to play sports and to own sports team, what about women coaching men? The Chicago Tribune ran a story on that subject this weekend, under the lousy headline, "Women coaching men still light years away." You know, right up there with colonizing Mars.

OK, so it is going to be a huge deal when it happens. But the story could have gone a lot further than it did in pointing out the successes of female coaches and the barriers they still have to break.

"Whenever the men's basketball coaching position becomes vacant at Tennessee, the buzz in Knoxville is for the school to hire Summitt," writes Jonathan Okanes of the Contra Costa Times. He's referring, of course, to Tennessee women's basketball coach, Pat Summitt -- who has the best coaching record among men or women, reaching 16 Final Fours and winning six national championships. In fact, coaching the men's team would be a step down for Summitt, since through her incredible efforts women's college basketball at Tennessee and other select colleges has become the Big Game On Campus.

No mention was made of former Vanderbilt star Ashley McElhiney, who last year became the first female head coach of a men's professional basketball team, the ABA's Nashville Rhythm. Earlier this year, the team threw their support behind McElhiney when co-owner Sally Anthony fired her during an on-court dispute. McElhiney was later re-instated.

The first woman to coach on a men's pro basketball team was Stephanie Ready, who served as an assistant coach in the NBA Development League. Here's an interview with her about her career. Ready was with the Greenville (S.C.) Groove until it folded in 2003. She went on to coach in the WNBA and later became a game announcer.

Someday we'll get beyond marking these firsts because as more women enter the game, their participation will be less noteworthy. Until then, it's essential that we keep driving home the point that women and sports are a winning combination.

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Welcome home to Happiness Hotel

I'm happy to report we survived the move - keeping in mind "survived" is a vague term simply meaning we are all still breathing. Beyond that, we are in various stages of bumps, bruises, sore backs and legs, moodiness, memory lapses, disorientation and generally pissiness.

I suppose I've been through worse moves, including one that consisted of loading a truck in a sandstorm followed by snow the next day. However, this one certainly ranks in the lower percentile. First, the movers were 2 1/2 hours late. They were supposed to be at the apartment at 8 a.m., but didn't come drag-assing up until 10:30 a.m. The story was they were moving until 1 a.m. the previous night. However, I had my doubts and the youngest guy, who went by the moniker "Opie", looked seriously hungover. Trust me, I've seen that look in the mirror too many times to be fooled by a moving late cover story. And, I guess it would have been too much fucking trouble to call to let us know they were going to be late. But, I digress.

Our moving team was the aforementioned Opie, another guy named Will and a chick named Serena. At least, I think that was her name. I couldn't get past the fact she was wearing shorts that barely covered her ass and her ass was rather large. Okay, very large. She was a large woman wearing Paris-Hilton "catch-me-fuck-me" shorts. Showed off all her 36 tattoos nicely, though. She was also prone to hollering loudly "Oowww. That hurt!" "Oww, I hurt my finger." "Will, yewr so gross." One day, I'm going to see her in a "Cops" episode.  Will was a bit more serious and had a tattoo of a naked woman on one of his arms. She had obviously had her tits done by the finest. And, he smoked. However, he at least seemed halfway serious and competent. Opie, a skinny redhead, was in a perpetual state of foggy goofiness and constantly complained that he didn't have a ponytail holder for his hair. Oh, and he was born on Elvis' birthday. Lucky us.  None of them was a day over 20.

So, our brave team of mobile home dwellers come wandering in and then, my kittens, it started to rain. And, rain. It rained damned day. Steady rain with small gusts of wind. Our move stretched out to around 4:30 p.m. And, when they started unloading, they found a leak in the trailer, so part of our stuff got wet. I just kept moving and let JS handle it because, at that very moment, I had all understanding of a wet, mad Doberman. Will (he of the naked chick tattoo) had the gall to say "We didn't charge you as much as we normally would have, you know." I wanted to say "Oh really? Well, how generous of you, Captain Tattoo. Considering you were late, didn't call and half of our shit is wet, you're lucky I don't pull that nose ring right out of your left nostril, you fucking waste of space." JS, noting his high-strung wife's demeanor, bravely stepped in and dealt with the matter.

So, there we were - wet, tired, nothing unpacked or set up and I get the call from Comcast that the guy was on the way to set up the cable and Internet service. For reasons I still don't comprehend (I wasn't paying much attention at the time), the wiring for both these operations was funky and it took the guy nearly three hours to get everything set up. He finally left around 8 p.m.

We didn't bring the cats over until nearly 11 p.m. They had been locked in the apartment closets because we assumed the move wouldn't take that long and we would be back in a few hours to get them. Silly us. Needless to say, we were met with cats who had serious disposition problems. You could hear them howling for miles when we drove them over. I will say I'm very proud of them. By the next morning, Pica and Coby had settled in and were deep in a game of hide from Mom and scare the crap out of her. Pixel, however, is a more moody soul and she took a little while longer to get adjusted. She was behind boxes the next morning and anyone - human or feline - who got near her was treated to teeth, hissing and a general "get bent" attitude. She was better by that afternoon and currently, all three are pretty happy with the new hall they get to run in.

Of course, there are all sorts of side stories in this. The desk set up, which looked good on paper, didn't work and we moved it so many times, it fell apart. It has since been reinforced with wood glue, brackets and nails and will not come apart until JS takes a sledgehammer to it. The ficus tree shed all over the place, the weatherstripping on the doors was coming apart (again, my hero hubby to the rescue - he has fixed all but one of the doors) and it took me 15 minutes to learn how to control the A/C control.

On the up side, it is quiet. Blissfully, mercifully quiet. We went to bed without hearing the bass from next door, doors slamming, kids running up the stairs, someone's F150 stereo from the parking lot, a motorcycle being gunned for 20 minutes, street traffic, or our downstairs neightbor Joe Dale in another drunk argument with one of his equal drunk buddies or the constant barking of his dog. It was so quiet, you could almost hear your ears ringing. And, our cars now sleep in a two-car garage with automatic door opener. We have found our nirvana.

*bimbles off*