Too many boobs, too little balls
So … parents were upset because of Katy Perry’s cleavage in a dress she was wearing while prancing around Sesame Street
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Just curious — are these the same parents who lined up in droves to take their kids to see or buy the DVDs for The Little Mermaid? 
Personally, I do think Katy could have covered up a bit more for her appearance for young children. I also think the producers at Sesame Street could have suggested more coverage before shooting began.
But the boobs in question here shouldn’t be those of Katy — they should be those boob-headed boobs who actually got their knickers in a twist over this — of all things that their kids could be watching, I have a feeling this is pretty tame, and oh, I’m sure the kids never hear their parents scream at each other and call each other names, by the way. I also think the Sesame Street boobs who pulled the segment because of this boobish protest are probably a little lacking in the balls department.
Eat Prey Dove
So, yesterday morning, I woke to a cacophony of blue jay screeches outside my window, making their many different strident and fearful cries of warning. There may have been only 10 blue jays — but they sounded like 20 or 30.
I went out to investigate. And spotted this fellow on the wires near my bird feeder — the one meant to attract blue jays, cardinals, and similar small birds of song — not birds of prey! 
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Just call me Michelin MC
Arrggghhh.
Michelin MC!
Does anyone remember me writing, lamenting, I guess, about some health problems I was having? If there’s nothing I hate more, it’s when people talk about their health — harsh, probably, but seriously, don’t we all know someone who from the moment you encounter them, is telling (or worse, showing!) you in nearly nauseating detail, about their bum left knee, their aching back, the phlegm in their throat, the drip in their nose, the surgery they had last week, and oh, yeah, they’re having a hemorrhoid flare-up. (more…)
Moon shine pining
I can’t see the full Harvest Moon tonight … it’s covered with clouds. So, since I have no inspiration for a new writing about my favorite full moon of the year … here are all my old writings of full moon madness, for those who might have missed them the first time ’round.
Gays can adopt in Florida — overturning crazy 1977 prohibition
After yesterday’s ridiculous vote on the don’t ask/don’t tell scenario, this announcement below comes as a very welcome bit of news:
From the Tampa Tribune 9/22/10
Court affirms Florida ban on adoption by gays unconstitutional
The Associated Press
Florida will immediately stop enforcing its ban on adoptions by gay people following a decision by a state appeals court that the three-decade-old law is unconstitutional, Gov. Charlie Crist said today. (more…)
My not-so-married life
This month, September, in fact today, is the anniversary of my divorce. I’ve been divorced twice as long now as my marriage even lasted. And yet, I found myself thinking of my brief experience of being a married woman last night and again this morning. (more…)
Ask & Tell
As in “you don’t have to be afraid to tell the truth if you’re asked … ”
Today’s the Senate’s vote on the dumbass don’t ask don’t tell law that bans gays from serving openly in the US armed forces.
I hope they get this one right. (more…)
Monday morning bragging rights
Some good news appeared about me in the media over the last couple of weeks — and I’m in the mood for a little Monday morning bragging (as opposed to quarterbacking!)
MC in today's Sarasota Herald Trib Business People section
Black and white and red all over
I know — it’s supposed to be “read” all over as in that old childhood joke — What’s black and white and read all over? A newspaper! But if you read this blog, you’ll have the context for why I’m writing it as red, not read.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the comments I received on this blog recently — questioning why I identified Sarasota’s new Police Chief as African American and why I felt it was important to comment about having a black individual in this role, particularly in Sarasota.
I answered some of the concerns in the comment section of that blog — you may want to check out readers’ and my comments here.
I do feel that sometimes, in a story, or in a discussion, a description of the people involved — their race, religious or political affiliation, their ethnicity, their socio-economic background, their marital status, even their sexual preferences — can be relevant and important and provide context.
In our culture right now what’s terribly, terribly missing nearly all the time is context. (more…)
Cute cats chez Coolidge
Coco on the table where she's defiinitely NOT supposed to be!
Einstein squeezed herself into this empty shoebox on my bed ... she's adorable!
Boomer-doodle playing with a feather.