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You know, I was enjoying some leftover turkey pumpkin chilli, sprinkled liberally with shredded cheese. (Mmmm. Cheese.) It was gooey and tasty and with just the perfect amount of heat to it. (Thank you, Penzy Spice.)

Then I see this on my flist:

Gay-marriage ban bars prosecution of unmarried couples on felony charge, argument says. Not only did the fucktards in this group Citizens for Community Values push for the gay marriage ban in the first place, but they also filed a brief in support of Carswell, the asshole claiming that he can't be charged with felony domestic abuse because the woman he beat the shit out of IS NOT HIS WIFE. This is as a result of the gay marriage ban which "prohibits state or local government from recognizing a legal status for relationships that approximate marriage."

Pardon? So not only have these assholes successfully banned gay marriage, but now they're going after those women who choose to live with a man without the blessing of a holy union? The world is going to hell in a handbasket and the conservatives* are leading the bloody charge.

*I don't think conservatives on the whole are gay-hating, pro-life-supporting, royal fucktards. Unfortunately, the ones who get the most press are the ones that are exactly that.

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My car is parked across the street in the Target parking lot under what I hope is a working light post. A fine thick sheen of rain glosses the windows until everything is blurry, flashes of color against the dark night.

This would be pretty except that it took me an hour to navigated all the flooded streets to get home. A five-minute drive turned into one long frustrating nightmare that ended with me trudging my way from the aforementioned Target parking lot through mid-calf high water to even get into my neighborhood, much less all the way to my house.

Such is life in Houston, Texas, and if I haven't mentioned how much the heat and humidity and mosquitoes the size of Buicks irritate the shit out of me about this city, these type of days are what really seal my non-love for all things Houston. The city planners, oh you, the biggest fucktards of all the fucktards in the land, probably never have to figure another route because Almeda-Genoa turns into a raging river when so much as two heavy raindrops fall simultaneously. And of course, that would have to be the main road to get to the street that leads to my neighborhood, wouldn't it?

Grrr...

( I've included pictures for your viewing pleasure )

Now, on to much more pleasant things, like How I Met Your Mother, which continues its run of pure awesomeness. ( Cut for spoilers )

As for The Class, Jason Ritter and Lizzy Caplan remain the biggest draw for me, but I didn't really dig their storyline this week. Meh. The only thing that makes me sad at the prospect of cancellation is that those two will be out of a job, once again, and no longer cute-ing up my TV screen every week.

(RIP, Related. RIP.)

Now, as for Heroes. ( Holy shit with a dollop of what the fuck! )

With that, I'm off to bed. 'Night, folks.