the everyday adventures of sabrina

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now, there are a lot of things that politicians do that i just plain don’t understand. i am not a political strategist, or all that educated, or even extremely well-read. in perfect honesty, i’m more a political fangirl than anything else.

this is perhaps why i will never understand why the illinois gop pulled jack ryan out of the race and put fucking alan keyes in.

jesus christ, why didn’t you just run krusty the klown? this guy is an idiot. and he’s so fucking repugnant, i can see people downstate either holding their noses to vote obama to get the “not obviously a psycho” candidate, or just abstaining entirely. i haven’t talked politics anyone in my family lately, but gauging by many of their responses to the bush administration (mostly along the lines of “what the hell is this joker doing,” staring at the train wreck in confusion, as opposed to many of my chicagoland pals’ opinions of bush, et al.), i really can’t picture any of them being all “rah, rah, go keyes!” seriously, i believe that if i went back to p-town this evening and bought my dad a beer he’d go off on a really memorable rant about what an asshole this guy is.

i wish fitzgerald hadn’t split. i didn’t agree with him very often — in fact, pretty much every time i recall writing to him, i got a letter back explaining very nicely why he’d done exactly the opposite i asked him to do — but at least he wasn’t a bad person. maybe that’s why he left. poor guy probably felt all alone and out of place.

so, yeah, on to keyes’ latest homophobic spew, courtesy of the sun-times:

U.S. Senate candidate Alan Keyes told a rally Saturday that incest was “inevitable” for children raised by gay couples because the children might not know both biological parents.

“If we do not know who the mother is, who the father is, without knowing all the brothers and sisters, incest becomes inevitable,” Keyes told the Marquette Park rally held to oppose same-sex marriages.

“Whether they mean it or not, that is what will happen. If you are masked from your knowing your biological parents, you are in danger of encountering brothers and sisters you have no knowledge of.”

uh. you’re a fucking bozo, alan. if someone was adopted to heterosexual parents in a closed adoption, that child is also at risk of encountering, and having wild monkey sex with, brothers and sisters of whom they had no knowledge. this does not mean we should ban adoptions, you freaking incapable-of-logic stupid, stupid bad man!

“inevitable” incest, indeed. get fucked, alan. man, i hope the downstate voters *humiliate* you. chicago can’t because, hey, everyone knows we’re going obama, but everyone outside of cook county can… and i hope they do. you’re a loser, and a big jerk besides.

so, i dunno whether this post is more a lament that fitzgerald is gone, a statement of confusion as to why the gop dumped ryan (who had a sex scandal, yes, but i honestly believe that it was a surmountable one), or a screech of rage at yet more of keyes’ homophobia. suppose it doesn’t really matter. hey, three posts in one! perhaps this is the new, succinct side of sabrina.

…nah.

shaun of the dead

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ROCKS. so funny. this is definitely a buy-it-on-dvd movie.

niqui needs a cricket bat for the office.

oh yeah. a numb mouth is better than a pained one. screw you, tooth pain; the power of orajel (apparently walgreens doesn’t stock ambesol) commands you!

so i am once more among the ranks of the tivo-having. i was at target and they had a 40-hour model for $199, with a $100 rebate. so, really, it wasn’t going to get much cheaper than that. and i do miss having tivo — er, have missed having tivo. woo! now i too have the power of commercial skip and 8-second rewind and pause live tv and never having to remember to set the vcr to tape ER at my fingertips! or, i will once i figure out how to wire the damn thing up. i’ve only got so many plugs on my stereo receiver, y’know?

also, went by the district 1 police headquarters to file, as requested by a nice lieutenant a couple of weeks ago, a recovered vehicle report, as they apparently were lying to me when i reported my car un-stolen ten months ago or whenever that was. i had been putting that off since my plates were expired, and i wanted to get my stickers before showing up to the nice police. so, did the stickers earlier this week at the loop express secretary of state’s office — which, by the way, fucking *fantastic* service; i was in and out in five minutes and everyone was totally helpful and nice. it was like an alternate universe secretary of state’s office…not that i’m complaining — and decided to get the police report taken care of this morning before going to target to do some shopping.

turns out that either (1) i shouldn’t have bothered, or (2) one day my car is going to get towed and impounded anyway, as when i came by, they ran a search on my plates and came up with nothing. so, since you can’t file a recovered vehicle report for a vehicle that wasn’t reported stolen in the first place, that’s that. i still feel a little bit uneasy, like one of these days i’m going to get busted for speeding and then get arrested for driving a stolen car, but … :/ i guess there’s not much that i can do, unless i find my original stolen vehicle report (god knows where that ended up; it’s been something like a year since that happened, if not over a year) and follow up with that exact report number. but the nice desk officer said that the system he searched was the same system that anyone checking the car out for any other reason would search, so i should be good to go.

city bureaucracy in action: cross your fingers and hope for the best.

also put a tank of gas in the car. amusingly, it’d been since 14 august since i’d filled it up — over two months. because i am an anal-retentive twerp, i write down gas prices as well as the more utilitarian details like odometer reading and amount of gas. prices have jumped twenty cents since that last fill-up. this makes me feel all that much better about hardly ever driving. also, i shall sit back and enjoy the delightful schadenfreude of all those SUV people paying dollars and dollars and dollars more to fill their wasteful monsters. ha ha! i am 30 mpg fuel efficient and two-months-between-fillups not-driving efficient! sucks to be you! suckerrrrrrrrs!

oh well. must do laundry and clean up the place, which is a mess. then off to go see shaun of the dead tonight with bill, which should be a hoot if its trailer is to be believed.

perky! perky! perky!sabrina! let’s see how long this energy burst lasts.

Music: “Oh My God,” Kaiser Chiefs: Warchild Music – October

am very sad. apparently quantum leap must have been a mid-season replacement or something, because its first season only has eight episodes. having watched six of them now, i’m sad that i’m almost done with the season one boxed set and season two won’t be out until almost christmas.

so, watched three episodes of QL tonight, and also Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. “KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!” i always cry like a big baby at the end, even though i know full well how it comes out. it’s still sad, though.

advil helped with the tooth-related owie, though tomorrow i have to go grocery shopping and oh baby, you better believe i’m stocking up on ambesol. oh yeah. tooth pain is not my friend. medicine that numbs my entire mouth because i can never actually manage to apply it only to the afflicted area is, however.

anyways. for some reason, i find a lot of eighties television to be more charming than current television. like, it’s less glossy, the acting or writing (or both) can be terribly silly, and the effects (in the case of TNG or QL) are crap, but i just seem to like the shows better. i don’t think it’s entirely misplaced nostalgia, either. and it’s not that i necessarily prefer something with a guaranteed happy ending in 46 minutes (back in the day, before they really got nasty about cutting for commercial time!) — of the modern stuff that i do like, i watch shows that kill or hurt characters (ER) or that just plain mess you up all the time (Six Feet Under), and i just can’t stand reality programming. (look, if i wanted reality, i wouldn’t be watching the magic talking box, okay?) i dunno. but i’m really pleased that they’re releasing all kinds of good old stuff on DVD, and wish i had more money to spend on buying them all.

in the meantime, however, there’s always netflix. … well, as soon as i finish watching all of US Queer as Folk that’s in my queue. can i just take this opportunity to say that renting one disc at a time via netflix is a bitch when it comes to shows with cliffhangers? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh. i was ready to kill someone after disc one of season one of QAF.

ow, ow, ow

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i think i have a wisdom tooth coming in, or something. the whole side of my face on that side is mildly painful, and the gum itself is crazy sore.

your pal niqui desperately wants a tube of ambesol.