It can be really frustrating to deal with. The many Libertarians in my life, I love dearly, but they're so focused on the micro (cost to the individual) that they sometimes seem physically incapable of seeing that the macro (cost to society) can be just as coercive and icky.

I mean, I've been a starry-eyed Randhead. I do understand the appeal. I just think it takes more faith in humanity than I'm capable of to think it would ever work.

I mean, I've been a starry-eyed Randhead.

Oh, man, we are reading The Fountainhead for bookclub this month. TORTURE! It's just so bad and so very long and printed with such tiny type. It will be an interesting discussion though.

I enjoyed The Fountainhead when I read it back when I was 18 or 19. I wonder what I'd think today...

Also, I'm freaking out a bit (in both a good and a bad way) about a thingy that is happening tomorrow. Please send some unspecified ~ma my way tomorrow at 8AM.

A friend who works at Comedy Central was just saying something about having to bleep out "queef" and "fishsticks" on something that was going up on their website. But I'd never heard about a dirty connation of "fishsticks" before. All I can find (on Urban Dictionary) is a stupid joke (that was then repeated on South Park) where "fishstick" = fish penis.

Ha! Some guy in line was describing this episode to me yesterday; it sounded pretty funny. The whole thing was mocking Kanye West. Apparently, Cartman and Timmy make up a joke that goes like this:

"Do you like fishsticks?"
"Yeah."
"Do you like fishsticks in your mouth?"
"Yeah."
"You're a gay fish!"

Somehow it gets told to Kanye West. And then Kanye West resolutely declares that he is not, in fact, a gay fish.

I mean, I've been a starry-eyed Randhead. I do understand the appeal. I just think it takes more faith in humanity than I'm capable of to think it would ever work.

This is how I feel about unadultrated Marxism OR unadultrated capitalism - we're not evolved enough for either to work the way they are supposed to.

Ugh. I think my first week of taking prenatal vitamins (the only way I've ever been able to tolerate taking iron--there's irony for you) is starting to wear on my stomach. I've been vaguely nauseous all day.

The green tea isn't doing a lot to settle things down-- I may have to break out the ginger tea.

Thingy ~ma !!!

I wonder what I'd think today...

Probably that it is verrrry boring and that all the characters (so far, I've only managed the first hundred or so pages) are unlikeable.

Happy Birthday, Drew!!!

vw, let me know if you need an alibi. I had some people around me talking about similar issues at Easter, and it talk all my restraint not to say, "Hello! Standing right here!"

I skipped The Foutainhead and read the much shorter Anthem. Same philosophy in surly digest form.

Happy birthday, ND!