Administrivia

George Bush declares war on gays

Congratulations to President Bush on his <a href="expansion of the war on terror to gays and lesbians. It's a political move that will be sure to further the schism in this country between the secular/liberal religious and the conservative/orthodox religious, and promote further hatred in this country.

Bush is creating two Americas. I'm sure he has only the best of intentions in his desire to preserve the sanctity of marriage — after all, the one thing seperating him from Clinton is that he's never cheated on Laura (that we know of). But in his ham-fisted approach to the “problem”, this one-time state's-rights advocate is screwing around with what should be by all accounts a local decision.

The amendment won't pass, and Bush's people know it. It's an attempt to bottle up the homophobic response of the religious right into another campaign issue, a policy version of the Dean war-whoop to get the troops fired up for action. He's channeling hate into campaign contributions.

As of late, I've been trying to step back from the Bush demonization zeitgeist; after all, he's a human being, and most of what he's done can be explained by simple misperceptions, preconceptions and, well, incompetence.

But this latest move is just plain ayatollah-like, turning religious fervor into public policy. There's an evil genius behind his aw-shucks stupidity. It's like Bush is tryingto incite a civil war.

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Administrivia

Penguin Skeet

Ok, don't blame me if you play this all day and don't get any work done. You control a yeti throwing snowballs at penguins as they're launched into the air by the flip of an orca's tail; the goal is to knock the penguins into a target on a nearby iceberg.

Clearly, some controlled substances played a role in the creation of this game. But, hey, the wiggling feet of embedded penguins make it all worth it.

Really.

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Family

Barbie is in the house

Despite our best efforts to not emphasize gender roles, encourage imaginative play, and all that other crunchy stuff, there is no stopping the inherent girliness of our freshly-minted 3-year old. And the unthinkable has happened–the first Barbie has crossed the threshold into our home.

A Swan Lake Barbie. Complete with light-up wings.

Saints preserve us.

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Zoe turns 3 today

A year ago, Dave Winer posted her picture, linked to my entry on that day, and celebrated the joys of childhood: “It's great to be a kid because they don't have to pretend they're not crazy, like adults do, if you know what I mean.”

No kiddin', Dave. Ah, the joy of a life without inhibitions. Zoë is free to pretend whatever she wants; to be a ballerina (“It's time for my dance recital,” she says), a super hero (“Daddy, can you put on my cape so I can be a super powers?”), or she can recruit her brothers and lead a band of scurvy pirates, bandannas and all (“Arrr, Daddy, we're hunting for buried treasure!”).

She's a clothes-horse in training, with a vast supply of dress-up clothes and a well-developed sense of style. She can be as demanding, or as dainty, or as demure as she wants to be. But usually, she's just in charge. That's Zoë — She Who Must Be Obeyed. At three. Look out, world.

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