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I think the answer to the question "why the change in opinion" has to do with the polling mechanism: Phone calls. Please remember that by 2009, the date of the last poll, that it was AFTER the housing crash that continued to put people out of their homes even after the election in '08. I wouldn't be surprised if the polling was a bit skewed by who was more affected in terms of home displacement, specifically that those in a more transient housing market would be LESS likely to have a permanent land line. I think that is significant not because financially strapped people value life less, or anything like that, but in the case of an unwanted pregnancy, they might be more likely to choose abortion than richer people who may be able to absorb the cost of another child with a little juggling. That is, to some extent, I do think our choices are influenced by the resources available to us. Additionally, we Americans have a very short attention span. Now that it is 30 years since Roe v. Wade, who remembers their peers having been forced into involuntary pregnancy and labor? I mean, I know my mom was terrified because she was brought to a Catholic hospital in '72 (four years before me) where the staff was going to force her to have a baby whose limbs had been partially expelled at five months because they would rather my mom have died of sepsis than the severely injured baby perish, but who of those polled have things like that in mind? (Re: my mom--the staff insisted that she keep very still; their plan was that she remain in bed rest to save the baby in spite of the fact that there was a 90%+ chance that she would suffer from infection and early labor would have to be induced. Knowing this, my mom did every calisthenic she could think of until the baby fully aborted. You might think it's terrible, but my mom lived and produced two fully healthy children afterward and I am very glad of her choice.) As to the issue itself, I don't think many women take the question lightly, no matter her circumstance. But let's just say for the sake of argument that one woman did--that she cared about as much for her fetus as she does for her feces: isn't that precisely the kind of woman one would hope would never become pregnant in the first place? And say we forced that woman to go through with the pregnancy. How prepared are we to ensure that she takes good care of the fetus? What if she doesn't want to surrender it when it's born? What if she does give it up for adoption but it's damaged because she used drugs? Are you going to adopt it? Be real. I am pro-abortion, to strip it of "nice labels." Would I have one myself? Really, it depends on the circumstance. Although, I was pregnant by rape in a strange city living with my rapist and decided to have the baby anyway knowing that there were good people in my acquaintance willing to raise that baby. But that was largely because my parents who were ready to disown me right up until they found out I was pregnant relented and continued their COBRA coverage of me. If I had no health insurance, would I have gone through with it? Probably not. Oh, and I don't think that the opinion that women shouldn't be stripped of their right to choose abortion is Libertarian. The Libertarian goal is devolution of power to the State and even municipal level. That's not the same thing as protecting a woman's right to health care and abortion if she elects it given her health care options. I think that a woman has a right to determine her own choices regarding her fecundity and no one should bar her from making that choice. Only Federal protections can guarantee her that.

The winning ticket.

I know, right?

Cheese and rice. Great Scott! Galloping galoshes! Stuck-up, scruffy-looking nerfherder. Banana sandwiches. Applesauce. The daughter of one of Scott's friends is making up ways to swear creatively; paraphrase in point: "Mama, I said 'bee itch,' because when a bee sting itches, it isn't nice." She's also the one who decided 'fuckola' means 'I like your shoes.'

Oh, good! So you can help me recondition the soil. Then we can grow bluebells and songbird-supporting vegetation as long as the Black Hole Sun still shines.

Oh, so THAT's where my $11 went.

Real life people with whom I remember being infatuated: at 2 yrs old--my cousin, Brian (c'mon, like I knew it was wrong--I was still in diapers, dammit! He was, like, the only other two-year-old I knew) at 7 yrs old--Andy (he had red hair), and Sara Clor (oh, what gorgeous brown eyes and gentle smile and straight brown hair she had!) at 9 yrs old--Gretchen Mariani (she played soccer and had freckles and looked really good in shorts) at 12 yrs old--my friend and neighbor, Lana Khalidi at 14 yrs old--Victor Walbridge (he seemed like a flesh incarnation of a demon and that was sexy to me then) and Dana Bell (first Goth I ever knew--she came to school in a cape and wore Bauhaus t-shirts) 14 and older--too many to count. Celebrities, most loved for the characters they depicted versus their actual human lives: Tim Curry always looks hot, but this time, he was sizzling She wasn't so bad, either: And, of course: Was I bad for wanting them both? Oh, another couple I liked: And, weirdly, I didn't think this guy was creepy at all: Poor, poor Calibos. Blue balls IS the suck. Maybe SHE can help:

I want a chicken.

If only I had a dollar for every time someone gave me that line when I performed poetry on Bourbon Street, I wouldn't be poor today.

I like names that would get my kids picked on, so I will probably only use them on pet fish or something: Savoir (French--to know), Kavya (Hindu--poetry), Annapurna (Hindi goddess of sweetness and light), Achene (pronounced ah-KEEN, botanical term meaning hard cased or dry fruit, especially one that looks like a seed, from Greek origins--many flowering plants produce these, such as strawberries, buckwheat, and cannibis), Agape (brotherly love, ah-GAHP-ay, from the Greek), and Lucius. Names I actually want to give my children (and if you steal these, you will DIE!): Caleb Sebastian (Caleb--faith, Sebastian--venerable) Xander Layth (Xander--var. of Aleksander: defender of men, Layth--lionlike and courageous) Aurora Sophia (Aurora--dawn, Sophia--knowledge) Autumn Ceilidh (Duh!, Ceilidh--pronounced KAY-lee, meaning dance)

That's what she said. [sorry, couldn't help myself.--ha, even funnier. I go to sleep now. Ha!] Butt, seriously, I'm glad Uranus is getting some attention. [lol]

Treatment of last resort, my ass. The success rate is so high and the illness so gross, I'd take that cure in a heartbeat. I get fecal matter in my nose every time I smell a fart. Seriously.

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A tape I made in 1994 when I worked at the local public library AV department. It's"Television." I used to take out tons of CDs and copy the ones I liked--I must have really liked this then. I like them now. I had to wikipedia them just now. Lol.

I say just bring back common law. If you're cohabiting for five years, you're as good as married. If you're not sure you should have the big, fat wedding, or if all you are planning for is the big, fat wedding and not your life together afterward, you probably shouldn't marry--cohabit. My best friend and her now husband lived together for 12 years before they decided to make it official.

It's a mixed bag tonight. I'm excited about the new job, but disappointed that it's not full time. I'll change their minds about that, though; don't you worry. Nobody worth their salt wants me in part. LOL. Maybe it's the lessening daylight or just not being able to cuddle with Spook tonight, but I'm also feeling sentimental--missing friends now gone, feeling for Spook's friends who lost a daughter, and looking through the artifacts of my own adolescence for a way to connect with my daughter.

I still owe you cornbreads! Will I see you tomorrow?

OH, I've met one. See, if you do your research, you surprise a group and get their cash, their drugs, and their guns in one fell swoop. It's difficult and dangerous, but the drug game is its own ecosystem--the predators have predators. And, no, I've never been involved myself. I just knew an ex-con who let himself get arrested to avoid getting killed because that's how he used to make his living in the early eighties. And I believe him because he was one scary motherfucker (with a penchant for brightly colored leather--who the fuck thinks yellow leather overalls, a red cabby hat, blue leather gloves, and snakeskin boots look good together? Crazy psycho ghetto clown motherfuckers, that's who).

I really hope you are well. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you. I can make some enchiladas or lasagna or something if that would help.

Congratulations! Yay!

Edited the first of a double-post (oops) in order to bring you new content. 1) Slogo--I heard you were injured in an accident; I am wishing you a swift recovery. If there is anything I can do you help you out, call us! 2) Yesterday at RenFest was much fun, in spite of my having a touch of something. I am hoping it's just bad allergies. So far today, I am pretty well, albeit unfocused.

So you understand my concern! PJ wasn't a fat kid. He was a powerhouse, but BMI would have indicated that he needed to have his calories restricted. This would have been devastating to his healthy development. I don't know what's wrong with these people! Don't they understand that we are not all the same?

Because our political system is crazy and the crazy you see is the fallout. Why aren't you in Lansing?

Um. I was thinking of the middle of the three Fates, whose Roman name is Decima and whose name in the Greek pantheon is Lachesis, but that's interesting, what you have there. I will now think of fascism every time I see X-mas misspelled. Anyway, Decima: she's the one who measures the thread of one's life.