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Gay Marriage And The California Supreme Court (a.k.a.: A Republic vs. A Democracy... The Sequel)

Today, the California Supreme Court did the right thing and ruled against the ban on same-sex marriage. They often go against the Constitution of the United States on the left coast so I'm incredibly please that they came down on the Constitutional side of this one.

One of the web forums that I belong to is a gun forum. Given the general demographic of gun-owners, the tone is often very conservative. For the most part, I'm good with that. I fall on the conservative side of the coin on many issues. I fall on the Constitutional side of the coin on every issue, though. I sometimes joke that as an atheist, The Constitution of the United States is my holy scripture.

Chess and Photography

On Sunday, Beth and I ran down to Evanston to celebrate my Big Brother's sixtieth birthday. I have an actual sibling type of big brother, but this particular Big Brother is my Big Brother from the Big Brothers Big Sisters Organization.

The party was a surprise for George and his wife had stated that gifts were not necessary, but gag gifts and funny cards would be appreciated.

On My Crabbiness And Temper

I'm crabby.

I've no idea why, but I'm cranky, ornery, irritable, and my short fuse is shorter than normal. I've also got the shits, but that may not be related.

Pity Beth and the dogs for having to put up with me. Sandy and Beth have both been snapped at unnecessarily. Tony seems to be avoiding me and Ophelia's safe inside her terrarium into which my wrath doesn't extend. Beth being no dummy didi-mao-ed it over to her sister's place after I got snippy when she asked why I wasn't going to Bobby's bachelor party. Sandy, hasn't learned that all of her neurotic whining, barking, panting, licking, and pacing seriously wears at me on a good day and only serves to focus my ire when I'm as pissy as I've been today.

American Idol Season 7 - My Thoughts So Far

Last season, the audition episodes focused on the train-wrecks. The horribles and crazies were highlighted with the truly good auditions barely given passing moment. For an episode or two it was amusing. Past that, it quickly became trite and then annoying and then positively aggravating and almost turned me off for the season.

Don't get me wrong. I'm human and my morbid curiousity is peaked by the freaks of the world as much as anyone else. I'll sit and watch someone horridly self-destruct on national TV in absolute amusement. I'll sit and judge in the smug superiority shared by all armchair experts. I'll deride the self-indulgent and the mentally ill and the deluded individuals who taint their few minutes of fame with tirades and tantrums.

On Patterns And Structure

So, it's been a while since my last blog entry. Life has fallen into a routine of get up, shower, go to work, come home, eat, watch TV, sleep, rinse, repeat if not the weekend. Those who know me, know that I'm prone to routine. I like order, structure, and predictability. Beth says it's a control thing; I say it's not. Beth's generally right about things like this.

Control issues or no, it's how I live my life. I develop patterns and processes to keep things flowing properly. It's why I'm competent at my job; IT Project Management is about setting good processes early to minimize surprises later. It's how I deal with my incredibly strong 'NP' tendencies, my absentmindedness, and my fried memory, which conspire to cause me to lose life's little details.

A Trip To The Dentist

Why is this interesting? I don't know. Maybe it isn't. I was amused, though, and this is my blog, so I get to do what I want with it; that includes amusing myself.

Or perhaps I find it interesting because I've never had a bad experience with a dental exam, cleaning, or surgery, and yet I still manage to get all jittery (anxious, Beth says) and discomfitted with the idea of being vulnerable. I'm not sure why I feel vulnerable, either. Perhaps it's being laid out in the chair while people poke and prod in my mouth. Perhaps it's not knowing what they're going to diagnose.

My New Year's Resolution: to be fat and lazy

I have no New Year's resolutions consciously made, but it's clear that if actions dictate who we are, 2008 will be the year of fat and lazy for me.

In the second part of the Door County adventure my stomach was permanently distended with sweets, salts, meat, starches, etc...

Last night I ate 1.5 lbs. of steak in one sitting.

This morning I'm systematically eating everything in the house. It's my "post-steak" hangover. After polishing off a jar of Spanish olives, two cheese filled brats and some toast, I'm on the prowl for me. The cats don't like the way I'm looking at them.

Why is Stacey Angry?: The definitive self-analysis

I'm an angry person. Just generally... I tend to be an angry person. Why?

Why did I kick the shit out of men who looked at me sideways. Why do I have a hard time letting things go when I see that they are injust or simply 'not right.'

You could say that I have anger issues that ebb in and out of control. That would be the general psychological way of wrapping it up in a nice bow. AND that bow might have a point, but I don't think that psychology can wrap everyone in a nice bow... heck, that's why I ditched out and have an unused degree. But being the over-analyzer I am AND having the unused degree, I tend of analyze myself... constantly.

A Thanksgiving message

I heard this today in a WUWM compilation of snippets from Thanksgiving-themed services of various faiths and denominations. Having been raised by pretty devout Catholics and attending the required weekly mass plus extraneous holy days, I was pretty glad Thanksgiving wasn’t one of them. Although it more or less started out as a feast of “Thank God we’re not dead” and therefore has a somewhat religious origin, we don’t really celebrate it as a religious holiday the way we do Christmas and Easter, which is kind of strange considering the latter two originated in pagan traditions.

Perspective And Maturity Through Service

I was reading Kathy's most recent blog entry and one sentence in particular struck me. Kathy wrote in reference to an article:

    It also—rightly—points out that we Americans are incredibly disconnected from our military and the current conflicts because others have volunteered for the job.

We are. As a group, we view the military as "not us." The military is an entity that does things that we're aware of, sometimes, but don't really affect our egocentric daily lives. Like me being all wrapped up in my "poor me, work is so rough" pity-party all last week.

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