So, I would like to make a small addition to my previous post.  No, I am not going to take back what I said about pundits.

Will the news stations start reporting the news instead of promoting debates as though they were promoting a wrestling match? I turn on MSNBC tonight and I'm appalled within the first minutes of listening. Am I appalled by deaths in Iraq, embassies being bombed, people starving? No. Because none of those things were mentioned. Instead, I hear about the "face-off" between Barack and Hillary. I read "which Clinton will show up." I hear about how the election has already been decided. Oh, yeah, and I've been exhorted to watch the "post-game" show. Wait a second. In what way does choosing the future leader of this country seem analogous to a football game? To whom is this a game?

I'm back in Lafayette after a difficult and exhausting trip to SC. I left Indianapolis in the late afternoon on Friday and started off my trip by having an anxiety attack because of my extremely cramped quarters. Given that I am just slightly above 4'11" it is a truly sad day when I don't have enough room. What about all of the normal-sized adults? The NWA (henceforth referred to as Northworst Airlines)flight attendants were remarkably unsympathetic and the woman who gave me her aisle seat did so grudgingly. Needless to say, the rest of the flight was miserable as I tried to regulate my breathing while enduring the glare of nearby passengers and the refusal of the flight attendants to give me any coffee. My trip was not off on the best foot.

you put the season premieres of tv shows in your iCal calendar

NPR Morning Edition doesn't start up until 5am and since I'm up at 4am, well I have to get my news fix somewhere.  Tomorrow morning I'll think twice before tuning my television to CNN Headline News. Here's why:

Baseball is a beautiful game.  As a kid, I could see it on tv and it excited me, but after going to my first major league game, my love of the game has been stalwart and true.  I saw the Braves (the team that I had always followed, being the closest to a home team that South Carolinians have) beat the Marlins and I was hooked.  It was the most beautiful sport I'd ever seen.  I now understood the sports obsession.  Later, when the Braves played the Yankees in the World Series, I had a new obsession.  The most beautiful playing I'd ever seen, a team with a synchronicity bordering on the preternatural.  Okay, yes I was prone to hyperbole, but actually as I watch them today my opinion hasn't changed much and as I've learned more and more about the game, the more I lov

Stay-at-home Cat was hijacked by fun, playful Cat and went out--not once, not twice, but three times! in a single week no less.  A drink with a new friend on Thursday, Gallery Walk fun and beverage enjoyment on Friday and a Wii party on Saturday.  I almost didn't make it to the Wii party as i was sadly tired, but the ever-jubilent Morgan saved me from a night of tv and school work.  And we're off to West Lafayette, exploring backroads and picking up gluten-free beer.

First of all, I just want to say that I'm sick of learning things. To clarify: I still love to learn about and how to do new things; I am, however, tired of learning new "life lessons." In fact, I'd like to be left alone in a room with "life lessons" for a couple of hours and let said entity get a piece of my mind. Of course now that I think about it, it already has a piece of my mind, so I don't intend to give it any more. Damn, damn! And now I'm ranting and haven't even gotten to the point of this rant.

So, "compma" is my attempt to merge "computer" and "karma;" I don't think it's working. It's true; Cat's karma is kicking her ass yet again. I've spent the last few weeks cleaning, scrubbing, trating, throwing away the entire contents of my pantry, freezing my yarn, examining every crevice in my home, and researching moths. Moths have invaded my home. And they seem to be trying to work the "possession being nine-tenths of the law" thing. Although it's been more like 999 of them, one of me. They're creepy and they're gross and I hope that they haven't ruined all of my clothing.

When I got a fortune cookie with the above message, I knew it was time. I'd been growing my hair out uberlong so that I could harvest it and donate it to Locks of Love. Having been chemo-bald, I wanted to grow some hair for those who can't. As I grew it to a length of true annoyance (washing it was a bitch), I was pleased that my hair would one day grace the head of a little girl who, like me, had lost her hair due to chemotherapy treatments. And yet...I grew attached to my long hair. I didn't want to cut it. I grew it a little longer so that my hair wouldn't be so short when I finally did harvest an appropriate length. Well, as it turns out, hair inches are a little different from ruler measurements and yesterday, I lost over a foot of hair. And, yes, I'm vain enough to chronicle it here.

Now...

and then. Me as my hair was about a month and a half ago: (the picture sucks, but it's the best representation of length)