Yeah, so I farted a whole lot yesterday, and Sean gave me a shoulder rub, and voila! All better. Thank you all for your words of commiseration and understanding. And also for thinking I am funny. Because after reading over my pregnant-with-Sophia posts (Leery Polyp archives, beginning in December 2004), I am thinking my funny must have squirted out my hoo-ha along with an eight-pound baby, a somewhat elderly placenta, and what felt like forty quarts of gakk.
So, over the interminable weekend, allow me too suggest the following reading:
A stark yet evenhanded rundown of recent events by v. smart lady Sharon Astyk. Very important.
A tiny bit of awesome news -- funnier still, I realized it was written by one of my old runnin' crew. Cheers to you, other v. smart lady. Fight the good fight. By the way, Grist in general is good if you like some good news along with your horrifying Monsanto-related news about the environment.
If you haven't been to I Can Has Cheezburger? yet, you better go. Now.
Have a good weekend, y'all. I'll check in Monday.