Hello, what are we doing?

If we can't find enough people to fight one war, why are we even talking about starting another?

Am I the only one who is asking this question?

Has anyone heard of this little thing called a "draft"?

Women's rights?

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Oh, and those over 30, please they will raise the age limit. Don't doubt it for a second.

I personally have no interest in being drafted to go overseas and die. I commend those who are courageous enough to bravely go and those brave enough to stay behind. But...I love my own skin entirely too much and have no interest in destroying another country so ...

Count me out.

I work with conservative republicans all day and I here it all. And its too much. Am I the only person who thinks we should fix our own country first? What about the starving here, the homeless, the unemployed here who need jobs? the rascism? gender bias? and don't get me started on sexual preference or religious freedom?

My weird fascinations

Well,

My strange fascination with Russia has risen again. I rented this very strange and yet delightful Russian horror movie (not really all that horrifying) Night watch. I can't find a copy of the sequel (Day Watch) with English subtitles yet though. But it is supposed to be coming.

I would really like to start Russian classes and the local college, unfortunately I need the time and the energy to juggle one more thing before I can. I don't want to start and then stop. I've been thinking of learning Russian for 3-4 years now. It just strikes me as an interesting language and culture.

I've been warned of the food though. And from what I've had with good reason I have not had "Russian" per se, but I have had some foods from nearby countries which were once upon a time part of what was the USSR. (I think that's right...I'm not very good with history and names. So please forgive any mistakes.) Anyway, lots of unrecognizable meat.

Anyway, Clif is now feeding the curiosity by saying we could learn passable Russian and visit Moscow or ST. Petersburg. HHMMMM.

But for now, I have to get through the 24 hour flights to and from Australia without getting paranoid or airsick or claustrophobic or any liquids.

Oh Goddess, I want to disappear.

Picture: Your at the house of a new couple you've made friends with, having a good time, relaxing.

then: you stand up. You talk compare movie choices, and talk about Ewan Mcgreggor and his nice ass.

then: someone says "did someone spill their wine?"

ahhh: you look t the stain...Recognition...you look at your skirt......oh, mo*&^%$ (*(*^ , sh(**. No that is not wine.

YOU HAVE JUST BLEED ALL OVER THEIR WHITE COUCH!!! Can we say embarrassed!

Mind you this is a gay couple who never thought they would have to wonder about getting mistral blood out of there couch.


I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I will not be going back to their house any time soon. I am too embarrassed