Friday, June 15, 2012

Stop the war on women.

The radical "pro life" crowd is now fighting for control in my state of Michigan. The irony of the ban on abortion at 20 weeks, regardless of medical danger - even imminent death - to the mother, is apparently lost on a lot of people. Plus, beyond 8 weeks, a woman will be required by law to discard fetal remains the same as adults - burial, cremation, etc. (punishable by a felony and 3 years imprisonment otherwise). What is the point of that? Besides "creating jobs" for undertakers, perhaps?

After dropping the earned income tax credit for people with kids, and trying to cut off food benefits and other services for low-income families, the gender and class warfare is coming out into the open as exactly what it is. Republicans are now shutting up women in the democratic party from speaking on the floor in the capitol, for saying words like "vagina" and trying to gain permission to speak.

Apparently, fetuses > anything and everything else. Beyond that, you're on your own, though. ALL HAIL THE FETUS.

The irony, illustrated:

Please join me in the fight to bring some humanity and basic rights back to the women in this country.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Friday, June 8, 2012


For my birthday last year, I decided to get myself a piñata and beat it with a dowel in my backyard. I mean, I invited friends. It was actually a lot of fun - so I wanted to repeat it this year, except do it without those 1) crappy piñatas you get at a hispanic grocery that's made of a balloon covered in party hats with Justin Bieber's picture or something, and 2) piñatas they sell at the big box stores that are made of solid cardboard and require a systematic decapitation with a police nightstick (true story; he was an officer stopping by the convenience store next door, sympathetic to our plight as violent candy-seekers).

So I made my own for my birthday this year! Naturally, it is a yak.

It was made with three balloons, some phone book pages, maybe about two and a half cups of flour and water, a few tablespoons of acrylic paint, and three rolls of crepe paper. Actually... probably at least 8 hours of work spread out over 3-4 days. But it was good, fun work that didn't feel like work.

I love celebrating my birthday. It's the one get-together I can organize that implies people will actually show up, and I can arrange all kinds of random stuff I would never think of doing for any other holiday (read: things I couldn't get away with). For example, this weekend I am going to force my husband to sit through 6 hours of Star Wars movies with me. Why? BECAUSE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY.

An awesome resource for piñata making is - so if you've got the urge, I say go for it. It's awesome. And while it's natural to feel sad about breaking such a cute little yak, pinataboy says "Remember, piñatas LOVE to get whacked and smashed!  It's the most fun a piñata can ever have!"

Sunday, June 3, 2012

DrawSomething... again!

Um... I guess I went a bit askew with this one. My partner didn't guess it.

Sorry, Chris Martin.