Friday, November 28, 2008

It's not as easy as it looks

From the UK Guardian comes this wonderful piece on How Not To Write A Sex Scene.

Try not to wake the neighbors with your passionate screams. Of laughter.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Ready, set, COLD...

My readers to the north - especially my Canadian readers - will probably find my idea of "cold" amusing. But here in North Carolina, lows in the 20's and highs in the 40's Officially Qualifies. 

At least we got some advance warning of the icy air that's settled over our area, so we had time to prepare. 

Here are some of the lessons on Preparing for Winter from our creatures - two legged and four-legged alike, as illustrated through pictures I've taken over the past three days:

1. Stock up on stuff(ing) for the house

2. Make sure there's plenty of food

3. Find a good book to read

4. Curl up with a friend

5. Put on your winter woolies

6. Break out the blankets

7. Make sure the quilts still work.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Posting lull..

Sorry for the prolonged absence from the blogosphere, guys. And thanks to all of you who've sent emails checking in to see if I was all right.

I am doing fine, thank you. But given that during election season I was posting once - or sometimes twice - a day I decided a break was in order. It's been a working break mostly. Just because I'm not writing here doesn't mean I'm not writing. But I've also been taking some time to catch up on reading and am enjoying Spook by Mary Roach and reading Inskspell aloud to Larry and the kids. (If you don't read aloud or get read to, I highly recommend both. And I'm not talking about audiobooks. Go to a reading if you must. And thank me later.)

We had a lot of rain, so I spent much of the end of last week and this weekend slogging around in the much to care for the horses, sheep and goats. Tonight some bitter cold comes in. So today we're putting up a front wall on the sheep shed, dragging the pony blankets out for the mare and foal, putting heated water buckets in the stalls, and throwing in extra bedding so
 everyone can be comfy. 

Animals are occupying a large portion of my time as winter approaches. We've bred one dariy goat and will soon be taking one more to Hampstead to breed soon. We added a ram to our pair of ewes and while he's a smaller breed he's making an attempt to get it on with the taller ladies. My non-fiction reading these days runs to primers on lambing and kidding. This weekend I moved a cabinet into the kitchen just for the veterinary supplies I've accumulated and was surprised at how quickly I filled it with my store of antibiotics, vaccines, wormers, bloat and hoof rot remedies, syringes, tubing, IV fluids and bandages. When you keep livestock you quickly learn to do a lot of your own work yourself and save the veterinarian for emergencies. Trust me, there will still be plenty of those.

So that's what I've been up to when I'm not blogging.

I've had a few posts kicking around in my head for when I finally get time to blog. One regards the rather amusing meltdown of conservatives post-Obama victory. Another analyzes why I now realize why the Bible refers to followers of Christ as sheep and sinners as goats. A third is a rather personal perspective on Time and the importance of valuing it, especially as we get older.

Just bear with me until I get back to you. I promise it won't be too much longer.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

How to have fun with the losing side

The beauty of this is that most McCain supporters would totally fall for this...

More such awesome stuff at, which is now in my sidebar.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Weekend mood music

Wishing Well, by Terence Trent D'Arby. Love this song. Love this guy. Wanted to share.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Carolina Blue!!!

Yeah, baby! We did it! It's official!  North Carolina went for Obama! We're a blue state now!
OK, so maybe we're just light blue. And maybe my backwards-ass county still voted Republican. 
But I'm not going to let that rain on my parade. Being the resident of a New Blue State has put a spring in my step. 

Alabama and Mississippi - you still suck. 

Sorry, but so do you, South Carolina, Tennessee and Georgia. We're only touching you because we have to. When you look away we rub sanitizer on the part of the border we're forced share with you.

Virginia, you are awesome. It's an honor to be your neighbor.

I. am. so. PROUD.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Justice Gets Doled Out

From the woman who brought us "Godless" comes "Classless."

Her mama and daddy must be rolling in their graves to hear her give them credit for her "values." I can't believe she's standing up there offering to pray for Kay Hagan.


Elizabeth Dole was worse than ineffective; she became a colossal embarrassment to North Carolina by exemplifying the worst of Tar Heel politics.

Good bye and good riddance, Mrs. Dole. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.

Sarah Palin was right

Last month, one of the knuckle-dragging Right's favorite preachers, Dr. James Dobson, interviewed Sarah Palin about puzzling poll numbers that showed The Christian Crusade was losing to the Unholy Obama Insurgency.

But Bible Spice said she wasn't concerned because as a Prayer Warrior (her words) she was sure that God would Do the Right Thing:

To me, it motivates us, makes us work that much harder. And it also strengthens my faith, because I'm going to know, at the end of the day, putting this in God's hands, that the right thing for America will be done at the end of the day on Nov. 4. So I'm not discouraged at all.

For the first time I find myself agreeing with Palin. The right thing was indeed done for America, even if it has left McCain's Vagina wondering why in the heck God didn't deliver the anointing she was expecting.

It's got to be a tough pill to swallow, but I can't feel sorry for her. She should have known she was way out of her league. 

I'd rather feel more sympathy for McCain, who likely realized too late that his pandering to right wingers who pressured him to pick a blatantly unqualified clothes horse for a running mate also attracted the kind of trash who couldn't control themselves long enough to let an old war hero give a speech that may have bridged the gap his low-brow handlers widened with their tactics.

There are a lot of  "ifs" in the wake of this campaign. What if McCain had been a true maverick, the kind who stood up to the Karl Roves of his party and said, "No, this country is too good for the kind of campaign you want to run."? What if he had bucked the conventional wisdom that says the only way to achieve the high road is by taking the low one? What if he'd continued to be the man he really is, rather than let himself be shaped by the most hateful elements of the GOP into someone he probably no longer recognized himself?

But he did not. Instead he let the very people who profess to follow a God of Love sow the seeds of hate in his name. And last night - if you believe in Divine Providence - a miracle occurred when God did just what Sarah Palin trusted him to do and blessed America with a true leader. 

And that's no small thing.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

The Difference

This afternoon around 4:30 I was sitting here at my computer being a good little pornographer and writing a dirty story when I decided to take a break and check my email. And there among my usual messages from the Obama campaign was an urgent one about the need for people to make last minute phone calls in North Carolina, which hasn't voted Democrat since we helped send Jimmy Carter to the White House.

But don't hold that against us. This time is different and the Obama campaign realizes it, which is why - up until the last minute - they concentrated on their ground game.

I've already given and volunteered, but I thought, "Why not do a little more." So I folded up the sultry little yarn I was working on, retrieved the call list from the Obama Web site and hit the phones.

I'm so glad I did, because talking to other Obama supporters reaffirms what I've known all along. We are so much cooler, more interesting and down-to-earth than the Republicans. I bet we're cuter, too.

Not one person was rude to me. Not one. Not even the guy who said I was the fifth Obama campaign volunteer who'd called him this week. Or the 87-year-old woman who had to limp to the phone to talk to me because she'd fallen earlier in the day and hurt her hip. She cried when she admitted she'd been unable to go to vote because her doctor didn't want her to leave the house, but she said with pride that she'd called her sons and they'd all voted for Obama.

I was able to talk three college students into going out to vote. Having three college age kids, I'm experienced in shaming young people into doing the right thing. 

"Yeah," said one. "My mom said the same thing and I know she's right. The polling station is right down the street. I'll walk there now."


But some people were way ahead of me. My favorite as a 50-year-old woman who said she was so excited about voting that she couldn't get to sleep until about three in the morning and then woke up abruptly at four from a nightmare in which she'd forgotten to vote. 

She said she was so upset by the dream that she got up, pulled on her robe, grabbed a bag of chips and a lawn chair and headed down to the polling station to camp out until the polls opened. She was the first one in line and ended up on the news, much to the horror of her mother, who called to ask her if she realized she had been interviewed still wearing her pajamas.

Dedicated, lively, caring, committed and diverse. The people I spoke to ranged from 18 up to 94 and were black, white, Hispanic and Indian. They were all positive about the Obama campaign and hopeful for a brighter future for this nation.

After a campaign that has brought us innuendo about Obama's religion, distractions about his non-existent ties to terrorists and a myriad other shameful tactics it is 
good to see an electorate that mirrors the fine character of the candidate they support.

One of the men I talked to tonight summed it up well. He said while he supported Obama, he couldn't help but feel sorry for McCain. 

"He's a good man, I think," he said. "But he allowed some bad people to hijack his campaign and mold him into the image of someone he never wanted to be. The right wing may have taken this hero and destroyed his legacy for good."

So true.

And now? Well, we sit back and wait. And hope. Because at this point that's all we can do. At this point, Hope is what it's all about.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Horsing Around, Part V

On Sunday we went riding, and Alex's usually unmotivated pony, Oliver, found enough motivation to kick up his heels trying to catch up with Lumos. It wasn't a big buck, but it was enough to unseat Alex. She hit the ground at a roll and by the time I had stopped Lumos and turned around she was back up on her feet. Larry, who was filming, was more frightened than any of us.

This first fall off of Oliver wasn't her worst. She's taken far more harrowing falls from her Shetland pony, Lyric. And oddly, Alex is as proud of her falls as she is her riding skills and was thrilled that her dad had taped this one. That's why it's on YouTube; she couldn't wait to show her friends. 

And of course, she got right back on because that's what you have to do. Afterwards she jumped a couple more fences and rounds of cantering before we called it a day. As you can see from the photo, Lumos thought he deserved a treat after the ride and turned my pocket inside out looking for one.