Dig it

So I'm finding myself in love with a variety of things and happenings at the moment, and have this burning desire to share them here.

• First of all, my favorite magazine in the whole wide world, Bitch, recently came out with its latest issue, and, as usual, I get all riled up when reading it and am currently bursting at the seams with feminist activist glory and love.
  
• Second, I've been reading Cunt: A Declaration of Independence, and it is a blessing of a book. As some may know but many may not, CUNT is a glorious word which we as women must reclaim for the glory it once stood for. It was once a term of ultimate respect and honor for priestesses, goddesses and the likes. Chew on that.
• Third, the Roger Ebert Overlooked Film Festival happening here in Chambana. I've seen Moolade, Sadie Thompson (the 1928 silent version, accompanied by LIVE music this showing!!!), and La Dolce Vida which Dave and I saw tonight as our "date night" event. I'm all hazy-eye and giddy over this chunk of delicious cinema that's currently in my life.
• Fourth, Dave's step-mom sent him a care package for finals week, which was basically an entire box stuffed with junk food. Glorious salty and sweet and crunchy and gooey yums for me to fill my voids with!

Barefoot in the Park

If you would like to know what me and my husband are like, watch this film. It's truly delicious! They love each other so incredibly much, yet are such total opposites, and hilarity ensues...let's see...she wants to walk barefoot in the park in February, and he doesn't want cold feet. She wants to have sex all day and he needs to go to work. She tries exotic cuisine, he shudders at the sight of it. She thinks her mother is always being critical of her, he thinks she's being loving. He's a "stuffed shirt," she's a free-wheeling something or other. He wants to be responsible, she wants to be frivolous. It's quite impressive, actually. Their love is as strong as, well, the strongest material you can think of. Just like us. Never two people more in love...

I hate killing bugs

Tuesday, April 17th 2007

So we've developed a bit of an ant problem in our kitchen. Not that we're ferocious slobs who attract infestations, but the little buggers seem to love our kitchen floor. So Sarah makes a call to the landlord, landlord makes a call to the exterminator, exterminator makes a call to Sarah, and an appointment is set. Voila! He came this morning with his tank full of delicious chemical water. Here's the conundrum. Despite their diminutive stature and lightning-quick life spans, I have always hated killing bugs. When I find any little more-than-four-legged creatures in my house, I always carefully carry them outside and release them into the great outdoors (earwigs and mosquitoes being the two exceptions). So I've been riddled with guilt over this whole ant killing business. The main reason Dave and I decided to go through with it was that we didn't want them to find their way to the cat food, which is, naturally, on the floor. So now I'm feeling guilty (damn Catholic guilt!) and sad. The little things will never make it back home to their nest; the battle was lost for them. Poor ants. But yay cats! Now their food won't start moving on its own!

Posted by sarah at 11:24 PM

Is it passe to call this a virgin post?

I've decided that if I'm to be serious about writing I need to start somewhere. That somewhere is here, mister worldwide web! Let's see if I can not be lazy and actually follow through with something, shall we??!! Onward and upward.

A revision

So I had to change the name of my blog due to stupidity on my part...BUT I copied the first two posts and will re-publish them here, at my NEW permanent blog!