We're listening.

Oklahoma State Senator Sally Kern, talking to her supporters about her opposition to homosexuals, didn't believe that her words would get out into the open.

They did.

I'm gonna kill that damn cat.

This morning as I was getting off the bus, I slipped and wrenched something on the slippery disembarking platform. I hate those damn things, like the "kneeling bus" itself, because when it rains they become slippery and they slope downwards. I dropped my laptop (which seems to be okay) and I hurt my neck and shoulder recovering and not falling over.

I went to the gym to work out the kink, and did pretty good. I'm not lifting as well as I'd like, but my legs are strong and my heartrate has dropped down to levels appropriate to my age group finally, after a year of doing it. I skipped a few things (like my usual push-ups) because I wanted more time to stretch out my neck and do a few more yoga poses. It worked quite nicely.

On the other hand, when I first went to the gym I noticed this really bad, sour smell. This isn't unusual in locker room, so I shrugged it off until I started my warmup and discovered the smell was following me. I sniffed around.

Dinah, the cat, had peed on my gym bag. The ripstop nylon didn't give off the smell very prominently, but it had soaked through to my T-shirt, and that's what I was smelling. Sigh.

Elliot Spitzer: Schadenfreud so good it ought to be illegal.

It is a truism of American life that we know two mutually incompatible things: that power corrupts without pause or regard, and that if we just find the right man, the incorruptible man, then we can put him into power and he'll put things right. Conservative are more likely to give lip service to the first and yet often succumb to the last; liberals, on the other hand, often seem to yearn for the last and yet seem to guard against the first more consistently.

Which is why the fall of Elliot Spitzer is so strangely delightful. My gods, you do not make your career and become governor by touting your law-and-order record of busting corrupt politicians and high-priced prostitution rings, only to toss it away with Nixonian list-making and finally get caught paying for a high-priced call-girl!

[Sweet! Gawker has pictures of the call-girl stable!]