Archive for January, 2007

Jon Stewart, how I love you

Remember last week when Fox “News” reported that Hillary Clinton’s campaign had “revealed” that Barack Obama was raised in a Muslim Fundamentalist Madrassa as a young boy? Here’s a lesson Fox “News” should learn: Do you damn research, you worthless, spineless gasbags! In case you are wondering, it was just a regular school, he was raised a christian, and Hillary Clinton had nothing to do with it.

As usual, Jon Stewart has an incredibly hilarious take on the whole thing:
From Crooks and Liars


Harry Potter is all growed up, ya’ll. Is it wrong…

Harry Potter is all growed up, ya’ll. Is it wrong of me to think he’s really hot? He’s almost 18.


Prince William designs a eco-friendly home to use as his starter-palace. Damnation! Where is my starter palace? I’m at least as fabulous as Prince William. And what entertained me the most about this article? The continuous use of the word “whilst.” Excellent. More of that.

It is still one of the great frustrations of my life that, when I visited St. Andrews, Scotland, he was not there. It was JUST after school had ended, and I had only missed him by about a week. How can I become Queen of England if the Prince keeps avoiding me?


This made me unspeakably angry. A woman was raped in Florida, and then, because of a snafu in some paperword, she was actually arrested.

Still, the woman was put in handcuffs and taken to jail. She was not allowed bond, and the medical staff at the jail refused to give her the Morning After Pill even though it had been prescribed at the hospital. “The medical supervisor would not allow her to take the pill because she said it was against her, the supervisor’s, religion. So, here we have a medical supervisor imposing her beliefs on a rape victim,” claimed the victim’s attorney Virlyn Moore. “As a human being, how someone could be so violated by this monster and then the system comes along and rapes her again psychologically and emotionally – it’s outrageous and unconscionable.”

I cannot BELIVE that this happened. That “medical supervisor” deserves to be fired and stripped of all her medical qualifications. What this poor rape-victim must have gone through…my God. And to think, on top of this, she may have to undergo an abortion as well. An abortion that could have been prevented. Apalling.

Things HER boyfriend says

I have now had more than one person (two, in fact- hi Mary! Hi Tommy!) comment on the “Things My Boyfriend Says” link that I have up there on the right. I should clarify. Those are not things that my boyfriend (Pete) said, they are things that some other girl’s boyfriend said. I stumbled on that link one day.

While my boyfriend is funny, he isn’t quite so random.

My favorite of those quotes:

(while snuggling)
Her: Who loves you?
Him: Megatron…

Seriously. It’s a funny site. Go there.

There was a link on my google homepage today to a Discovery news story about Narcolepsy helping scientist find a cure for insomnia (here ya go). I didn’t actually read it, because I don’t have insomnia, but it made me think of a random girl I met in college. I think she lived in the dorm with Leslie and I our freshman year, but I’m not sure. Anyway, she had a B-zone pass* and when I asked her why, she said that it was a medical B that she got because she had narcolepsy. Hmmm…OK. Even though she has a condition that causes her to fall alseep at random intervals, it’s ok for her to drive a CAR on the same road that I and all my friends and family drive on. And by car I mean multi-ton death machine on wheels. So that’s fine. But God forbid she has an episode while she’s walking to class and she falls down on the sidewalk. Can’t let her books get scuffed up! So next time you’re out driving around, watch out for narcoleptics. And bears.

*For those of you who didn’t go to Auburn, our parking situation was a nightmare. Undergrad students had to park in C-zone, which essentially meant we had to park in Mongolia. Graduate students parked in B-zone, which was infinitely closer, and to someone who was late every single day seemed like the promised land. People who were really, really lucky could sometimes fanagle “Medical B’s” from their doctors. I can’t tell you how many times I considered throwing myself in front of traffic in the hopes that I would be hurt badly enough to earn the coveted B-zone pass.

If it wasn’t for that damned quantitative section…

On the 22nd, I took the GRE. I think I did well, but I’m not entirely sure. Wait. That isn’t true. I know I did well, I just do know if it was enough. Remember when you were looking at colleges and you had all those books like Princeton Review and the U.S. News and World Report guides to schools? Those had these delightful little conveniences that told you what the average SAT/ACT scores were for admission. Well, I’m learning that those don’t actually exist for grad school. And so, because of this, all I know about the schools I want to get into is that they are “very selective” or “most selective.” What the hell does that mean? Does that mean that I have a shot at getting into Boston College? Who knows? Was my GRE score good enough to get me into “very selective” schools, or am I banished to get my masters degree at University of Phoenix Online? Somehow I don’t think I’ll be a professor at Yale with those qualifications. Not that I want to be a professor at Yale, but I’d like to have some options.

From the LA Times: 100,000 anti-war protesters ma…

From the LA Times: 100,000 anti-war protesters marched on Washington yesterday. Organizers were hoping for 10,000. Daayamn. This is why I wished I lived in Washington. It’s hard to be an activist in Charleston, S.C.

Our newspaper stopped running Foxtrot. I’m pissed. It usually makes me giggle, if not laugh out loud. But, thanks to the magic of the internet, I can tell the Post and Courier to suck it.

“If you took that happy, smiling guy from the box of Quaker Oats, handed him a bottle of gin and a rifle, and pissed him off to a point where he decided he wasn’t going to take it anymore, you’d get a little something like this.”

-From my brilliant friend, Marc, better known as Bomb Throwing Pacifist

Hey ya’ll. Hi. It’s me, Taylor. I feel complete…

Hey ya’ll. Hi. It’s me, Taylor.

I feel completely lame- that I’m getting a blog- but I do actually have a good reason for it (stick around! you will soon see that I can justify almost anything. It’s a gift.) I have a LiveJournal that I keep about my historic costuming projects. I know, I’m so interesting. Also, because I’m so creative, it’s also called “Tayloropolis.” I have found, however, that I’m using it far too much to talk about non-costuming stuff, which isn’t what I started it for. Now, instead of gushing about my relationship, fuming about politics, and posting random things like pictures taken by the Spitzer Space Telescope all over my livejournal, I can do it here!

Soon, I’ll post a giant, huge catch-up post for all those people I haven’t talked to in 4 years who I am positive are so curious about me that they will start checking in 6 times a day just to see what mind-blowing, enlightening things I have to tell them. Stalkers.