My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

I...am exhausted. Did the preview of the Shoestring show today, mostly while breathing through one nostril and suppressing my coughs as best I could. I've been struck down with a nasty case of allergic rhinitis, which feels like a sinus infection but it's not. I went home early from work on Thursday and called out on Friday. I have a doctor's note that will allow me to stay home on Monday, if need be. But I'm feeling a lot better than I did two days ago, so I'll probably be back on Monday. Good glory, this is totally boring and mundane. The Passion of the Wii continues here at the Bungalow. I had lots of free time yesterday, and I spent most of it playing Super Paper Mario. It is a wicked awesome game. It's a perfect blend of the side scrolling classic and interesting RPG. I heart this game. I will admit that I cheat sometimes and find a walk-through online to help me when I'm stuck, but I only do that so I don't get so frustrated with the game that I wa

...seems like the Supreme Court took advantage of the Va. Tech tragedy to make their official decision on "partial-birth abortions." (I use quotation because there is no such medical term as a partial-birth abortion. It was penned by the anti-abortionists.) The procedure has been officially banned, and there is no allowance for an instance where the procedure would be medically necessary. I am pissed. Honestly, people need to realize that the government should not be dictating what I can choose to do to my body. The decisions I make should be my own, and between me and my doctor (and my family, when applicable). Some right-wing, red state, Confederate-flying redneck from West Bumblefuck does not get to tell me whether or not I can have an abortion. They can disagree with it. By all means, call me whatever you want, but you don't get to make the decision, and you shouldn't influence the people who make the the laws that control that decision. For a while I had been jok

When they say that history repeats itself, they weren't kidding. My mom called me yesterday morning from her walk-in closet. She was going through a bunch of stuff and found an old fanny pack with ticket stubs and a receipt for funnel cakes from Great Adventure back in 1998. That made her realize that we've been living back in NJ for almost ten years now. We're on the phone reminiscing about old times, not so long ago, while Virginia Tech was in a state of chaos not unlike the happenings of eight years ago in Columbine. At that same time, the Raritan River was wreaking havoc on a town no more than ten minutes away from my parents' house and another city no more than ten minutes from my job, in a disaster similar to the flooding of '99, eight years ago, after Hurricane Floyd. While the these disconnected things happened at different times, in different years, it just feels strange to me how two years of my life (1998-1999) were ones of personal upheaval while things