Thursday
Let’s get this out of the way:

  • I wrote a rather pointed post-election treatise last night.
  • I received a few responses. (Good, that’s what I wanted.)
  • I expected a bit of a flame war… and the 10th Letter Twins, and , didn’t disappoint me. Something that surprised me, however: I was expecting angry posts towards me, not towards respondents. That was a bit short-sighted of me, but that’s life.
  • I did not intervene in the ensuing verbal sparring. Hell, it was a full-blown knockdown, drag-out slobber-knocker for a bit. And, while I might not have agreed with all of the sentiments expressed (the comparisons to the Klan, as a prime example), I commend both ladies for sticking to their guns… and, more importantly, being able to lay down said guns at the end of the day. More or less.

Hopefully all of the name-calling is out of the way. We, as a country, have work to do. There were a lot of wounds opened and they are going to be raw for some time. I would like to think that we could find a way to bridge our differences and find a way open dialogue with each other. Especially if we remember that we don’t have to agree on every issue… but it doesn’t hurt to at least hear what the other side has to say. If we still don’t agree after that, oh well.

Of course, if that doesn’t happen, I’ll be quite happy to sell tickets to the next round of “Political Smackdown Deathmatch”.

We can walk our road together
If our goals are all the same
We can run alone and free
If we pursue a different aim

Let the truth of love be lighted
Let the love of truth shine clear
Sensibility
Armed with sense and liberty
With the Heart and Mind united
In a single perfect sphere
   “Hemispheres – VI. The Sphere,” Rush

And with that out of the way… on with my regularly-scheduled LiveJournaling.

Happy Birthday to the November LJer’s:

  • (Belated. I didn’t have a “social” post last night.)

Today was another semi-overcast day… but it ended with dinner at and ‘ place. Nyx cooked an Indian dish, I believe. After dinner, Nox and I talked game and geek stuff; it looks like I’m going to be part of the new d20 campaign that he’s starting. Good food and conversation always makes for a good ending to a day.

News
Morning Edition – The Singer People Loved to Hate: ‘Callas Forever’
Talk of the Nation – Considering the Future of Gay Marriage
Day to Day – In Focus: National Geographic Greatest Portraits
All Things Considered – When Being Gay Was Not a Liability

HealthDay – Nicotine Addiction Gene Identified

Stray Toasters

  • I have gummy worms here beside me, but I think that I want something else to snack on. Yet, I have no idea what.
  • Queen of Sky: Diary of a (Fired) Flight Attendant
  • The character on this cover from 100 Bullets reminds me of Silver Banshee from the DCU.

  • “Think of the Ewoks!” –
  • …and speaking of the Star Wars universe: I saw the trailer for Episode III: Revenge of the Sith today. It looks like we might actually have a movie on our hands that is worthy of the name Star Wars. At least, we can hope…
  • Personal Goal Setting: Planning to Live Your Life Your Way
  • I want to see The Incredibles… and still need to see Ray.
  • , you’re the only person I know to whom this might be interesting: Free Men’s & Women’s Running Tights w/ Any Purchase
  • It seems as though the island that I wanted to buy is no longer for sale.

Quote of the Day
Abe Jenkins, the villain formerly known as “The Beetle,” was part of a villains-turned-“heroes” group called The Thunderbolts. I put quotes around “heroes” because the Thunderbolts’ original premise was a ruse: Get in good with the nations of the world, make them trust you… and then exploit them ruthlessly. There was just one problem: Most of the team liked being on the side of the “good guys.” As a member of the Thunderbolts, Jenkins was known as the high-tech armored hero, “Mach I.” Eventually, some of the team turned themselves into the authorites. Upon his parole, Jenkins decided to reform the Thunderbolts. He recruits former T-bolt, and his former flame, Melissa Gold, known as “Songbird:”

Melissa: You’re really going ahead with this? With a new Mach suit… What number are you up to? Four?
Abe: One more upgrade and I’ll have to hide a kid and a monkey in my rear hatch.
Melissa: I don’t get it.
Abe: You’re too young.

Namaste.