Fred “slacktivist” Clark sums it up nicely here (though he’s talking about evangelical reaction to abortion rather than gay marriage):

Shortly after they start protecting the children (and I mean the born ones, not the fetuses). I wouldn’t hold my breath.

Couldn’t remember the name and a quick Google led me to “Oh, THAT clod.”

It was the name-dropping of Norman Rockwell that really made my eyes roll. Willful ignorance of these works:

They’d be better with other color options. I don’t particularly like pink, much less that garish shade of it.

I will be very glad when the new floor is down and my car is fixed. The house is colder and noisier with all the furniture and bookshelves packed away.

On the up side, found some interesting books (and a Tarot deck) at the last library sale for a decent price.

Half the shipment of flooring is here in the house (I can only haul so much in a Honda Element). Many thanks should be given to my mom, who is a goddamn packing machine and probably did a good 75% of the room cleanup (the stuff left is stuff still being used, like the computers and the beds). That said, wish she…

Waste of bullets if you’ve got a suitable tow package on your vehicle.

The problem of Costco goods coming in volumes that are difficult to store in small living quarters/likely to end up wasted on couples or lone dwellers is a legit one, though. And it’s a shame since I like how they run their business.

Oh, one of those.

From Tuesday to Friday my husband and I were away in Southern California to check up on his parents.

In vino veritas?

Saying “I’m sorry” seems so... fatuous, and yet I’m not sure if there’s anything else to say. My husband and I hope you will be all right.

Tempting though it is, history has made it clear how and why that won’t work.

I’m with you. I also liked the tan ones, back when they still had them, but that was mostly because everyone was too busy fighting over green ones and I could take every tan one I wanted.

I remember finding “Résumé” in a book of YA poetry in like, geez, 4th grade?! and finding it quite profound.

This one’s struck me particularly well so far:

Maybe a keychain pen would do for you? Something like this, f’rex:

There’s a disturbing large amount of men who are so insecure in their masculinity that they apparently have convinced themselves that the merest glimpse of bare ass or peen (except in porn where it’s properly being thrust into/ejaculating upon a woman) will turn them gay.

And they complain. Oh my do they complain. So…

Glad to hear Big Foot’s doing well right now.

As for the middle name... I can’t think of any specifics right now, but I recommend testing choices by yelling them out loud like you would when the child has must be summoned RIGHT NOW.