There is something rather satisfying about a famous person you vaguely know, and don't particularly like, and who is immensely full of themselves, getting fugged.

Sometimes there is justice in the universe.

No one is more shocked than I am to discover that I'm actually excited about watching the game this year. Of course, it took a matchup between my past and present hometowns to get my interest, but whatever. I'm rooting for both teams, really; I have personal connections to the Colts, so for the sake of Ginny I'm definitely rooting for them -- plus Peyton Manning is just a sweetheart who needs to get a damn break. Also Tony Dungy is so lovely and lost his son a little while ago, and I'd like to see him bring it home.

But the Bears -- Da BEARS. You know how a team starts to do well, and you start seeing people on the street wearing team paraphernalia, and you can just tell they're fair weather fans? Not so much, in Chicago. People in Chicago wear Bears gear all the time. I kid you not. They are hardcore. (Though I'm perpetually bemused by the Monsters of the Midway nickname, being a U of C-er.) So I'd like to see the Bears win for the city itself, who genuinely loves them. I mean, for real. In the last few weeks it has not been uncommon to have, when engaging in a casual conversation with an acquaintance/business partner/perfect stranger, their signoff be "GO BEARS!"

Yeah.

So in conclusion: equal opportunity fan.

*wears blue to cover all bases*

I heard this interview (the audio link is beneath the headline) today on NPR while I was cleaning one of the storage rooms. It's primarily about the Mark Foley scandal, though that's not the reason I'm linking it here.

I urge all of you to listen to it.

You'll know why when you hear it.

And then? Maybe go write some letters.

ETA: My letter to NPR.

Wednesday's interview with Paul Weyrich regarding the Foley scandal stopped me in my tracks.

I am one of the many people who, as Michele predicted, take extreme exception to Weyrich's assertion that homosexuals 'tend to be preoccupied with sex,' and that Foley's status as a gay man should have automatically disqualified him for his position as Chairman of the Committee for Missing and Exploited Children. My stomach turned at Weyrich's contemptuous tone of voice as he vaguely attributed his claims to the work of psychologists who "have to deal with" homosexuals.

It might have just as easily been a conversation from forty-five years ago about the place of African-Americans in society. Clearly none of the lessons of that time have taught Mr. Weyrich to see past his own fear and ignorance, past the gross assumption that one group of people can be swiftly judged, found wanting, and easily dismissed.

Certainly it is not possible to judge the entirety of the gay community based on the actions of Mark Foley. And, thankfully, it is not possible to judge the entirety of America based on the words of Paul Weyrich.

As part of my graduation gift, my parents gave me two packages of Peeps, because my parents are Cool. :D I had two for dessert tonight and now I am all BUZZ BUZZ because that is more sugar than I've had in a while, lemme tell you.

Anyway! In celebration of my Peep Feast, I offer you Peep Research at Staley Library of Millikin University. Enjoy.

Peter Stormare in those new VW commercials is the best thing ever.

Got one of those email forwardy things today from my dad. *waves at Dad* Dunno how much of it's actually true! But it's cool, huh?

( SO YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING? )

There. I feel smarter. Don't you?

The good news is: NO MOLD ON MY WALLS THIS YEAR.

And... there really is no bad news, except that I have this silly presentation to work on for Wednesday. Still. But, I'm working on that as I half-watch my new U2 concert DVD (omg there I am! *points wildly*) and skritch the kitty.

No work of any kind at either Eddie Bauer or the museum until a week from today. That gives me a good chunk of time to Get Ahead.

Let's hope I do that.

Miss the family and home already. I think Fred's glad to be back in the flat, though. Oh well. Home for a bit at the end of the month, at least.

Note to self: buy a new calendar.

My cousin (basman) got into my alma mater today -- the University of Chicago.

I am so very proud.

Way to go, Aaron. And now you can pick my brain about classes and concentrations and dorms and things! I'll be your inside track!

Also, then you'll be allowed to use this icon. *shares*

Have spent the morning seeing about re-upping my membership in professional museum organizations, and also looking at job listings.

Now.

I'm sure that South Dakota is a very nice place with perpetual tornadoes. I just don't happen to want to live there.

SO COULD YOU PLEASE POST SOME JOBS OUTSIDE OF SOUTH DAKOTA, NATIONAL PARK SERVICE?

Also, I'm amused that all NPS job listings stress that employees must wear the uniform. I take it this is a problem for some applicants.

Me? I will gladly wear the little brown cap and trousers if it means getting paid.

...Oooooohhh, that looks promising. *investigates*