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I’ve decided on a rating system for my reviews, finally. What to expect: Title/Author/Genre/Edition (duh) Buy it/Borrow it/Bury it- in other words; Highly recommend, Marginally recommend or recommend for certain people only and Don’t recommend. 

Writing (readability), Characters, Plot, Ending (others as needed): A-F scale, just like school, complete with pluses and minuses. Things that may pop up if relevant or interesting: Best/Worst line, Best/Worst character, Sequels/Prequels, Mood, Age group (not that I am an expert), Re-readability, Cover art, etc. There will also be a final/overall GPA, just like school.   Joy! 

Remember that episode of The Simpsons when the teachers go on strike (title: The PTA Disbands season 6, if you care) and Lisa runs into the kitchen in full panic-mode screaming “Look at me! Grade me! Evaluate and rank me! I’m good, good, good and oh so smart!” Yep, that’s me.

*Note, this will be adapted to movies, music, people, places, minerals, vegetables or whatever else I decide to review.   

I hate LOLCat speech.

HATE.

I don’t care how granny-ish that makes me.

HATE.

I dislike HRC, I didn’t caucus for her, although I will likely vote for her if she gets the nomination. 

But if one more piece of shit news outlet publishes a story about her getting teary eyed, I will start a journalistic revolution.

From www.cnn.com “Hillary Clinton became teary-eyed during an event at Yale University Monday — a moment that harkened back to her much talked-about display of emotion on the eve of the New Hampshire Primary.”

For fuck’s sake!  Who honestly cares?  If she was a man would ANYBODY care?  If I wanted a robot for president, I’d vote for John Kerry again.

Liberal media my ass.  Sexist, double standard promoting, mysogynistic hypocrites is what they are.  They aren’t liberal or conservative anymore, they’re just mean.

Yeah, long time and all that.  Moving on.

My newest way of avoiding writing/cleaning hobby is crochet.  Once I finish my octopus, I’ll post a picture.

I’m waiting to be an aunt.  It’s hard to believe that the little boy I’ll always think of as nine years old is going to be a dad.  Nutty.

The Packers lost.  I hate Eli Manning.  After his draft stunt I’ll never root for him, even if hell freezes over and they trade him to the the Pack.

I’m lovin’ American Idol right now.  I can’t help it.  I’d rename the blog “Tool-Girl” but I think everyone’s figured that out already.  I love Simon, I love crappy singers and I love being a tool.

Be prepared for some short posts.  I’ve decided to post just a few words if that’s all I can come up with, so forewarned and all that.

My cat is driving me nuts, as usual. 

I got a comfy new blanket.  On clearance too! 

Mom’s in San Diego, over her birthday.  But not for her birthday- she’s there for a conference of some sort.  Given the ice storm this morning, I’d say she picked a good time to go.  Still, She goes to classes and conferences about every month for the last few years.  Ever wonder why the Army sucks up so much money?  Armor?  Weapons? Medical Supplies?  Nope, it’s sending everyone all over the country so they can get together and drink, sightsee and of course hold meetings that decide/teach absolutly nothing.

Winter is starting to get on my nerves, comfy blanket or no.  Not a week has gone by since Novemeber where we haven’t been pounded with some combonation of ice/snow.  And don’t give me that, “Well, you’re in Iowa what do you except?” shit.  In the past ten years, I don’t remember a winter even half this bad.  Definitely not one that had snow on the ground for three months straight.  Buy some energy-efficent lightbulbs and cars people.  This global warming shit is making me nuts.

I’m in a mood today, can you tell?