A glass of wine, and some good reading.

George W. Bush Gives Me Hope.

And Driftglass is high on my crush list. He's in my sidebar, I won't bother linking, just go read. Hot damn that's good writing. If anyone told me 10 years ago that I'd be cheering such wildly partisan (and deliciously sharp) ranting, I'd not have believed it. Hell, even when they were whipping up a frenzy over the Dress Stain, I thought it was incredibly silly and an insult to our intelligence, but I couldn't get too incensed about it. Because while at the time the money pissed away by Ken Starr struck me as a collossal waste of taxpayer dollars and government resources, it now seems like a fat GOP dinner party compared to the shit they're doing now. We didn't know their breathtaking depths yet. These people have worn out my last shred of tolerance, and I read stuff like this and just cackle, because he's articulating my thoughts so much better than I ever could.

And though I'm not qualified to comment on ABB's rant about relaxed hair, me being extremely white and all, it's a funny rant, because white women are tortured by having the Wrong Hair too (though I do understand that there's a poltical angle to black women's hair angst that is different from just having frizzies or flat hair or whatever). I've never understood the emphasis on long hair as a sexual thing - a lot of women's hair is just "eh." Mine is "eh" when it's long, and more striking when it's very short. And it never (at least not before I gained this weight) stopped men from hitting on me. Can you tell I'm a little obsessed with my flab right now? I have a hair appt tomorrow, and I just don't have the nerve to go super-short until I get the weight back down a few pounds, I'm afraid I'll look like a big ol' moonface. Or a pudgy nun. Or something.

And, God bless ABB, she resurrected a recipe I lost years ago. Many years ago, a family friend introduced my children to
corn casserole. When Girlchild sees this, I know what just went on the menu for this week. Maybe not for Thanksgiving Day, because that's already a raging Starchfest and even she has her limits, but I know we'll have a casserole of this delicious glop in the oven soon. I will eat one small taste and give the rest away.

I'm going to bed so early it's not funny. I have so much to get done this weekend.