Movie Star Penn

This morning we got up early to dig Jen’s car out of the snow so that she could follow misguided company policy and be one of only seventeen people in the Baltimore area who had to go to work today. Catonsville was pretty quiet, because the snow was sitting on the roads refusing to melt and the plows were just pushing it around. Once I got the driveway cleared, we got Jen out and on the road to work, and I looked over at our next-door neighbor’s house.

Now, when Jen and I started looking at houses in the this town, she warned me about the neighborhood—not that it’s bad, or filled with toxic waste, but that it’s as old-school as old-school gets. There’s a church every thirty feet. We moved in next to a house with a crucifix on the front lawn, flanked by a plastic sign featuring the Ten Commandments; we knew things would be interesting with our neighbors when they found out we were engaged and not married, and bless their hearts, they have been warm and cordial with us—until I gave them our Christmas card. We’ve not seen them much since then; it could be because the average temperature here in Maryland has been hovering around the 20-degree mark, or because they are inside praying for our mortal heathen souls.

So I cleared the sidewalk out in front of their house with my non-believer shovel.

Wow. From Rob, I found this link to Margaret Cho’s site. It seems some right-wing site quoted part of her website and suddenly she was inundated with half-literate emails from racist homophobes. Isn’t America lovely?