Demi Moore

Ashton Kutcher is one lucky son of a gun.

So, I am going to take Kim's purple rubber penis, strap it to my forehead, and run around screaming "I'm a rhinoceros".

Hi, Micky!

Bill Richardson

He probably didn't do anything too bad, but the tolerance for political mutual back scratching has been greatly diminished these past few weeks.

Ok, the first post of the new year. What do I have to say about my life? Well, I am madly in love with Kim, and I aspire to be a little bit better every day. I am going to become more active on the aspie forums of which I am a member of. I need to find an aerobic exercise routine that meshes well with my new lifestyle. I think maybe an exercise bike, an episode or two of Mythbusters.

I need to rein in my habit of sniffing things. It annoys Kim. I think I am going to indulge in a few benign online special interests while I still can.

Oh, I need to post pictures more often. I think I will take pictures of things in my neighborhood during this week.

Ah, Munchkin. Ron plays the game, and his wife is pregnant, so maybe Kim and Maggie can commiserate while their boys get their geek on...

Capt. Carol J. Mitchell, USAF

She is the aircraft commander of the first all-female C-130 crew.

Women are miracles.

All right... read that correctly. I didn't write "I think women are miracles", or "it can be said women are miracles"... I said, without qualification, that women are true-blue, dyed in the wool, Triple A-1 miracles. Are we clear where I stand, here?

Now that we can begin from a mutual point of understanding, let us do so.

I consider myself to be a relatively enlightened being. I think if a person can do something to help their community or improve themselves in a way that is constructive and is fully aware of the risks inherent in such a pursuit, then that person should be allowed to do such a thing.

If a woman wishes to be a police officer, and passes the training and other requirements to become an officer, great. If a woman wishes to be a firefighter, and passes all the requirements thereof, great. If a woman wishes to be a soldier... OK... Let me stop here.

If a police officer, fully cognizant of the risks of her job, dies in the line of duty, protecting her fellow citizens... it is a sad, honorable, and laudable death. If a firefighter who knew the risks dies in a fire or other disaster, her death is sad, honorable, and laudable.

If a soldier, who knew the risks, dies defending her country and fellow soldiers, her death is sad. Her death is honorable. I cannot laud her death in good conscience.

The thought of women in combat horrifies me. It really is the worst thing I can think of. It isn't because I don't think women can do the job. That's not it. Women can and do kick ass and take names. So... why am I so squicked out about women in combat?

I guess it's because of the inherent beauty of a vital, young, and capable woman. To see her using her miracles to kill, or to see her get killed... in war, fucks me up. I don't think being upset at the thought of a woman dying or killing makes me some kind of male chauvinist.

Now, the death of a male soldier, defending his country and squad... that death is sad. That death is honorable. I cannot laud his death in good conscience. However, my denial of praise of such a death is for different reasons...

War... is the victory of human vice over human virtue. Sometimes, war is unavoidable. For decades, Afghanistan was abandoned by the international community. Human misery and desperation festered while the western world fiddled. I understand and accept why my nation and her allies went into Afghanistan.

Just don't ask me to praise it.

Any ways, I would like to hear the thoughts of you guys (gender neutral usage of "guys"), and how exactly I suck for not being a warmonger who loves it when a lady perforates a muslim with an M-16.