Floss, toothpaste, mouthwash.

Shampoo and conditioner, retinol soap, toner, cold cream.

Makeup primer cream, under eye prep, foundation, cover-up, powder.

Eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick.

Night: Eyebrow pencil, liquid eye liner, shadow, mascara, lip liner, 8-hour lipstick.

Makeup remover wipe, night moisturizer.

Shaving cream once or twice a week, nail polish every two weeks.

Tweezers often.

Sometimes I just want to stay home and eat pizza.

This is exceptionally good TV. Watch it from the beginning, if you can, and marvel as I do at the political intrigue, human characters (in both human and cylon form), and plot twists you’ll never see coming.

After decades of watching television, it’s rare for a show to provide as many “WTF?” moments as BSG does for me. Even the ones I thought were total throwaways turned out to be important or surprising and this final season - just 10 eps - has proven no exception.

I am looking forward to Joss Whedon’s new show, Dollhouse, premiering next month.

But damn, BSG is one tough act to follow.

I pity the fool.

While I have had Internet these past few months, I haven’t had a dedicated computer of my own in the house until recently. So now that my new desktop is up and running and is finally hard wired, it’s time to get back to one of my favorite pastimes:

Give a listen, give a shout, give a dollar.

In my search for fellow skeptics and unbelievers here in Denver, I ran across the blog for Metro State Atheists.

It has thus far proven to be quite entertaining and informative, but I find the video blog of Sam Singleton a little overbearing. This is because one of the traits I find most irritating in Xtians is their insistence on converting we the heathen unbelievers. Hence “atheist evangelism” seems to invoke the same type of intolerance.

Of course, I can choose not to watch the videos rather than insist they be removed from existence, a concept with which fundamentalist believers of all types seem to have a problem.

I do not agree with a word you say,
but I will fight to the death for your
right to say it. [Voltaire]

Personally, I never attribute to maliciousness that which may be easily explained by stupidity, but I can’t really tell from the video if the face stepping was intentional.

Malicious or stupid, however, the refusal to apologize or otherwise take responsibility is heinous.

A mistake is one thing, unsportsmanlike behavior is another.

It’s time to go back to London: The pound has dropped to $1.36 and the Euro to $1.44.

If Paris and Amsterdam to get reasonable, we’re outta here.

Could be a very, very nice spring break.

During the inaugural address yesterday:

… our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers.

Niiiiice. Of course, he ended with the usual “God bless you” and “God bless America.”

Small steps, small steps.

Does anyone else recall when pundits all over the US questioned if Obama was “black enough” to even be called African American? I heard at least one person refer to him as an Uncle Tom, though that was an overheard conversation at a gun show in Texas, so I don’t think it counts for much.

At the time the talking heads were on the subject, I mentioned to my love that Barack Obama is whiter than I am. That’s not an insult or a racist remark; just consider that he worked hard and attended good schools, while I dicked around with college once and just went back at age 42. He was the Editor of the Harvard Law Review; I’m at a community college and will probably get my eventual degree from a state school.

Sure, after his education, he returned to Illinois to work as a community organizer … but if you think for one millsecond he didn’t make money doing it, then tell me how he kicked off his campaign? No candidate for Commander-in-Chief starts out with nothing. Also, his personal history is relatively squeaky clean. Me, I’m helping my love run a successful company, but still living a rather alternative lifestyle (I’ll say!). This little fact alone precludes any type of run for office for moi.

Maybe it’s just me, but doesn’t all that make Obama a little elitist? Just a tiny, itsy-bitty little bit?

That’s PERFECT. I WANT my President to be elitist. I WANT him or her to be better than me, more accomplished, and (dare I say) more well off in the wallet. I WANT him or her to know how to rally the sheep … er … voters. I WANT him or her to be more diplomatic than I seem to be capable of being sometimes. I WANT him or her to understand they are better than I am, but NOT in the way the scary, neo-conservative, super-Xtian, True Believer we just got rid of did.

All that being said, riddle me this:

Does Obama’s election prove that anyone one in US can grow up to be President, or does is just prove that anyone who is willing to work very hard can grow up and be elitist?

Discuss.

It has come to my attention that I lost more than my father in his passing.

We talked before he died, sure, but it was pretty superficial. We never had heart-to-hearts in our lives and, even when he knew he wasn’t long for this world, we just pragmatically made up and let the old wounds go.

My problems with him are/were mine, not his. He felt the same about me and we shared as much when he was in the hospital.

But I’ve been reading some of the posts from his old friends on his online obituary page and … it’s spooky, really. This person whom I didn’t really know much about seems to have a lot in common with me.

I thought my gifts were from my mother.

Now I want to make a documentary. Not just about him, but about me as well. His friends and family, my friends and family, juxtaposed and with parallels if they exist.

I’m beginning to think they do.

Have camera, might travel.

My name is Diva and I am anti-theist. Not an atheist, as that term denotes absolute knowledge that there is nothing out there greater than ourselves.

I don’t know if there is or there isn’t. I may be agnostic in that respect, but I am anti-theist in this: The god/s of religion, from antiquity to present, DO NOT EXIST.

There is no almighty space daddy to tell us how to live. There is no one to forgive us when we fuck up. The prophets of old were probably schizophrenic (people who hear voices need medication, not a transcriber). Virgin births, resurrections, golden plates read from hats and Thetans are all hogwash.

When we die, we cease to exist on all levels. Fini. Kaput. Done. That’s a hard thing to say, being as that I’ve lost more than my fair share of family and friends thus far in this lifetime. It’s tough knowing I won’t ever see those people again, but I am unwilling to set aside reality for the sake of believing in fairy tales.

If you are religious in any way, good for you. Please note I don’t care to hear about it unless you have empirical evidence of your belief system (B.S.) or at least a way to prove it using scientific methods. Any arguments which rely on faith alone, the “What if you’re wrong?” argument, or any other position found on this list of fallacies will be easily - and joyfully - ignored.

What sparked this post? See both Religulous and The Naked Truth. Also, it doesn’t hurt to read or hear Penn Jillette’s essay on NPR’s This I Believe.

Feels good to come out. Now if we could just get the 14-16% of us to form a political action group, we’d be on top of the world.

Evolve or die.