found a tiny label that told me the source of my month-long morning sleepiness.

There's an amusing SGA fanfic where Dr. McKay is secretly getting his affairs in order because he's certain he's got a brain tumor. Turns out that someone's been playing a practical joke on him and making sure he's only drunk decaf for the last three weeks. It is widely agreed that he shows great forbearance for not sending the perpetrator through a space gate.

Ridiculously, for my evening drink tonight, I bought a bottle of Andre. Because it was cheap and bubbly. But cheap enough to drink a glass and toss the rest. But in an unexpected bonus, it has a fucking SCREW TOP! So it will last until tomorrow! And is kind of tasty. A lot like soda.

Yeah a crate. And he put in a windshield. And when the dog shit it self, he hosed the dog and crate off and then kept driving with the still terrified, and now wet and shivering dog still in the carrier on the roof

Set phasers to OBLITERATE.

So he really is a robot, I guess.

Polgara, are you home yet?

Nope, flying back Sunday night. Had to stay for the christening tomorrow.

Romney sucks.

I'd been sort-of iffy on Romney, and then he does that to his dog. Fuck him.

Wow. Romney? You SUCK.

I may be misjudging conservatives, but I know several for whom the feelings of their dog are meaningless--or, to them, nonexistent. It's a creature that God gave them dominion over, somewhat pleasant company, keeps the kids happy. A possession that walks. Worrying about a dog's feelings makes as much sense to them as worrying about the feelings of the toaster.

And the fact that I pet the hood of my car every night when I get home is irrelevant.

edit: buried in that was an actual puzzlement as to whether liberals worry more about their pets as living beings than do conservatives, who probably worry about their pets, but more in keeping a valuable possession in working order. Hence my concern about insulting animal-loving conservatives.

I was wondering how the story of Romney's dog was discovered, since it didn't seem like there was any kind of official report of it. Turns out, one of his sons told the story in an interview a few years ago as a "humorous" anecdote.

I may be misjudging conservatives, but I know several for whom the feelings of their dog are meaningless--or, to them, nonexistent. It's a creature that God gave them dominion over, somewhat pleasant company, keeps the kids happy. A possession that walks. Worrying about a dog's feelings makes as much sense to them as worrying about the feelings of the toaster.

Someone who used to be part of Bush's administration wrote a book a few years ago called Dominion, looking at animal rights from that point of view. I think the analogy he used is that the dominion that humans are supposed to have over animals is the same as if your parents went out and told you and your younger sibling that you were in charge. You get to make the rules, and your little sibling is supposed to do what you say, but it's all on the condition and expectation that you use this power responsibly and for your little sibling's protection.