Please take a moment to sign a note of support for Lt. Choi before he goes to court today.

I need a telephoto lens. Or whatever the very long distance lenses are called.

This from someone that uses a Holga.

There is a very, very large tree adjacent to my house where many of the neighborhood birds hang out. It changes every day, and its always interesting to me. A few days ago, there were four crows in the upmost branches. They were situated in a funny way: one to the far left, and three almost exactly the same distance from one another on the far right. Ted called it perfectly -- it looked exactly like the Dating Game. After a little while, two of the Bachelor Birds left, and the remaining Bachelor hopped over to the Bachelorette Bird. Chuck Barris would be so pleased.

I've been wanting to photograph the birds in the top of this tree for years. I just need to get a lens. Photos of the Birds in the Top of a Tree would really be of no interest to anyone but me, but that's never stopped me from doing anything before.

So, after much resisting, we're on Twitter, and I'm on Twitter. Seriously, I think it was the Iran election that convinced me that Twatting served a purpose. (Thank you, Shani, for Twatz!) I also realized that due to an over-busy schedule, 130 characters seems to be all I can friggin' type at one sitting lately.

BPAL's thingy
My thingy

Still getting the things set up. Kathy, Ted, Brian, and I will be posting from the BPAL one if anything interesting comes up.

My daughter ate my cel phone. It is toast.

I shouldn't be surprised.

Lilith is cheered by the music that was used for the Benny Hill theme song, Yakety Sax.

She's channeling my father. >.>

Lilith loves the Daily Show and Colbert Report (she has a thing for Guys Mugging Behind a Desk), and when the intro music for either show comes on, she stops whatever she's doing to watch. Lilith also loves Sesame Street, and seems to have a particular fondness for Elmo.

What she loves, tv-wise, more than anything else, is Jack's Big Music Show, especially the opening song. Every time it comes on, she dances, waves, claps, and screams. I finally got it on video -- this is one of her mellower moments watching the opening song. Only one scream. Hee.

Earwigs LOVE my anise plant.

Gross.

I have no brain. Not enough hours in the day, not enough brain in my skull.

No sleep this month. Teething is everything people warned me it would be. Three in, two coming in, omfg... at least she's getting it out of the way, right? I can't see straight, I'm so tired.

I haven't been posting much about politics lately, mostly because I'm too tired to do more than grunt to my husband about how angry I am over Obama's secrecy bullshit and his unwillingness to hold anyone accountable for the United States' torture policies during diaper changes. I'm furious enough to reconsider my own party membership. The lesser of two evils just isn't lesser enough for me anymore.

These are rants I need to launch when I'm properly caffeinated, and have had more than 4 hours of sleep.

A ray of sunshine peeped into my political consciousness today when it was announced that Arlen Specter jumped ship. A little bit of funny I saw on the Huffington Post today:

Arlen Specter, the newly minted Democratic Senator from Pennsylvania, let his hair down in a freewheeling press conference at the U.S. Senate today, making this comment about his former Republican colleagues: "Now I can say it: what a bunch of fucking assholes!"

Mr. Specter had a bounce in his step and lilt in his voice as he tore into members of his former party in a press appearance that appeared to set records with its body count.

"This is something I've wanted to say for years: is there a bigger dick on this planet than Mitch McConnell?" he said. "I know he thinks he's doing his job, but please, what a fucking turd."

Observers who are accustomed to the much-ballyhooed collegiality of the Senate were taken aback by the jaw-dropping profanity of Sen. Specter's parting shots, many of which were breathtaking in their anatomical crudeness.

"He must've had a lot of rage bottled up over the years," said Sen. Dianne Feinstein (D-CA). "Suddenly he was talking like a Somali pirate."

While Mr. Specter's tirade had many high points - or low points, depending on one's party affiliation - he reserved some of his harshest words for House Minority whip Eric Cantor: "Eric fucking Cantor? Please. That douche can kiss my goddamn stimulus package."

I stole this from alicia_stardust...

I know I haven't had time to post much lately, or read all the blogs of all the people on my f-list. Share a little something about yourself with this handy meme, and let's get reacquainted!

1. name:
2. birthday:
3. place of residence:
4. what makes you happy:
5. what are you listening to now/have listened to last:
6. do you read my lj?:
7. if you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. an interesting fact about you:
9. are you in love/do you have a crush at the moment:
10. favorite place to be:
11. favorite lyric:
12. best time of the year:

recommend:
1. a film:
2. a book:
3. a band, a song and an album:

plus:
1. one thing you like about me:
2. two things you like about yourself:
3. put this in your lj so i can tell you what i think of you

Please consider signing the ACLU's petition calling on Attorney General Holder to appoint an independent prosecutor to investigate high-level involvement in torture.

Have any of you guys been to DisneySea in Tokyo?

Will babble about the show at length when I have more brain...

Best show I have ever been to. And I've been to a lot of shows.

Accidentally kicked Richard Lewis in the ass a few times, which was awkward.

Sue and Del watched Lilith tonight, for which I'm eternally grateful.

Lilith woke us up at 6.30 this morning. I have a feeling tomorrow will be more of the same. Yay for caffeine.

Fourth row center pit for Leonard Cohen tonight! I am drooling with excitement...

I just stepped on a worm barefoot.

Good thing the little guy is resilient. >.>