Oh, look, politics. How did that happen?

I was just saying last night how I'm not reading political blogs right now because there's nothing I can do and it's too depressing, but, damn, splash_the_cat made me a liar. I can't do anything about this one directly, but I can't not warn you Virginians on my flist about this one.

Copied wholesale from splash_the_cat's entry:

Overview of HB1677 on report of fetal death. This links to a decidedly liberal take on the issue below, but no matter your political orientation, I think this is an important issue for any woman to think about. I have no idea if this actually has a chance at passing, but the fact that was even introduced is appalling.

As an amendment of Virginia HOUSE BILL NO. 1677, it will become a Class 1 Misdemeanor in Virginia if a woman who miscarries without a doctor in attendance does not report the miscarriage to the police within 12 hours.

Exact text of this part of the amendment to the bill: "When a fetal death occurs without medical attendance, it shall be the woman's responsibility to report the death to the law-enforcement agency in the jurisdiction of which the delivery occurs within 12 hours after the delivery. A violation of this section shall be punishable as a Class 1 misdemeanor."

12 hours. A doctor has at least 24 hours to make his report. Think about that.

I'll be in my corner, gibbering with rage - though I am somewhat heartened by the dailyKos comment thread, which you'll find through the first link there, packed with women who suggest blowing enforcement out of the water by encouraging Virginia women to submit tampons and pads to their local police on a monthly basis, just to be sure of being in compliance with the law.

Friday ergo meme.

Picked this one up from wandering my friendsfriends. First sentence of the first post of each month of 2004:


Haven't posted in a while, because I don't know what to say, but I wanted to say: hi.

I really fucking hate Mondays.

Every Friday, without fail, when I unplug the AC adapter from my Walkman to take it home, the cord falls behind the desk.

John Scalzi is dispensing some pretty nice pro-writing advice over at The Whatever, including this encouraging observation:

Ran some errands today - collected roommates from airport, paid the rent, popped borrowed MFU tapes back in the mail to the lending library, and hit the mall in search of a bra I could wear under a white shirt, since I don't seem to have any.

Do you ever find yourself thinking something like "Joe Dick could totally kick Hugh Dillon's ass," and then stop and try to work out what's most intensely wrong about that thought?

Happy Canada Day!

Through what my mother would call the grace of God, and what I regard as the sheerest of dumb luck, I have never experienced sexual violence.

I'm back from WorldCon - it's all a bit of a blur, the way cons are, and I haven't quite wrapped my brain around the idea that that was my weekend, and I have to go to work tomorrow, but...

daveamongus is out of Iraq.

So, yesterday, twelve days after my actual birthday, my parents came down to take me out to dinner and buy me something for my birthday.

AIDS isn't over.

mark the date.

I moved into my apartment five months ago.

For the first time, I am sitting at my desk.