Quiche Moraine

Civilians caught in the battle, the humiliation of a lifetime, the most annoying governor of all time, torture investigation, and garbage to green.

You all know that Minnesotans talk funny. Of course, everybody talks funny from some other perspective, and Minnesotans are no funnier than, say, Texans or New Yorkers. But what most people don’t realize is that the funniest thing about Minnesotans is how they pronounce place names.

Why do I enjoy swearing so much? One reason is that I come from a long line of female swearers. My grandmother had no problem swearing, and my mom, a Lutheran minister by trade, was no different. Mom was the only mom and/or minister I knew who swore freely with pleasure and without a sense of guilt.

Fringe science, Blue Man Group move over (or start singing!), a review of a must-see movie, OMG the best pen ever, if a bit freaky, Breakfast In Bed Plus, Cheney really is a bad guy, Minneapolis schools, and what is really going on with party affiliation?

The second wife asked me one day why I never wrote poems like that for her, and she was mostly right. I rarely did. I didn’t want to tell her that she was such a critical reader I didn’t feel free to experiment and take risks with my poetry. More importantly, performing on demand for such a critical audience would have felt like a chore. I didn’t think that she would appreciate it if I didn’t have it “just right” and original. (Writing love poems as a metaphor for marital sex?)

I don’t make it easy–this surprise-ruining. He tried blurting it out in the car after I picked him up from school on Tuesday. He tried convincing me on Wednesday that if he said it while he was brushing his teeth that I wouldn’t be able to guess because his mouth was full of toothpaste. He tried telling me when I dropped him off Thursday morning when the teacher shooed me out of the room. He almost blurted it out in his sleep too.

Obama to bring back military commissions? Gitmo records to be destroyed? Target Women. Watada case dropped by Justice Department. Unsafe cosmetics. Better wind turbines.

We don’t let thirteen-year-olds drink, vote or drive. We don’t even let them set their own bedtime on school nights. Why is anyone asking this child his opinion of decisions that will affect his health, much less his life expectancy?

Lend me your ear! Astrologers are on top of the Coleman-Franken recount story…Fox threatens to shoot President, Reverend Jackson–symbolically, at least…protesting for better health care…no prosecution for torture memo authors?

Welcome to the 90th edition, continuing the tradition bequeathed to Quiche Moraine by the intrepid Johnny Pez. For those new to Quiche Moraine, this is a collaboration of blogging excellence conceived and maintained in the hopes of inspiring liberals to write about food and stuff. An example of “stuff” intended for publication is the blog carnival. Hmm. Blog carnival. Liberal. What could be a better fit for Quiche Moraine than the Carnival of the Liberals? It’s a go!