Gender Identity Disorder?

Gender Analyzer says this about my blog:

We think http://tryaches.blogspot.com is written by a man (68%).

I remain really female, and there is no way Jazz posts often enough to skew the results that much.

I often say that I talk like a truck driver, I guess I mean a *male* truck driver.

Unexpected Revelation

A whole lot of people are on Facebook. So far I've been "friended" by people I haven't spoken to since high school, someone I was in Israel with my first year of college, people I speak with all the time, and relatives whom I wish that I spoke with more often. It's very strange. How did I join the party so late on this one?

The saddest part is that I haven't even had time to log on to my own computer this week. I've been keeping up with my phone, but just barely.

Dad status: back in the hospital since very very very early Friday morning. Nothing major is wrong with him, and I'm wondering why the hell they don't release him. Yes, yes, he has some issues, but they're the sort of issues you can treat at home.

Derelict

Whose job is it to take down all those campaign signs littering the sides of the roads?


*Edited for an update: my dad got to go home from the hospital on Sunday evening. He's doing just fine, but I can't figure out when I'm going to be able to take his garbage out, tomorrow.

And So It Goes

My dad remains in the hospital, but stable. There's some infection going around, and he's reacted poorly to the dye they use in cardiac catheterization, and they want to de-sensitize him to aspirin (he's been allergic), so he's not home, and it's all a giant pain in the ass.

Today, I am wearing a skirt. Thought I'd pretend I'm a girl.

An Open Letter

An Open Letter to the people who voted "yes" on Proposition 8 in California:

The Church of Tami no longer recognizes any marriage that makes us feel icky or threatened. I'm going to go ahead and say that's every marriage, current or future, of every person who voted "yes" on Proposition 8.

You are close-minded, fearful bastards. I wish equal prejudice and unwarranted distaste upon you and your so-called "families".

Fourty Four

Barack Obama.

OK, we're on the new roller coaster, let's see how this ride goes.

Completely Inappropriate

So I know it's completely inappropriate to talk about your father's heart attack on your blog, but holy crap, you have to talk about it somewhere! I figured if I wrote it out once, I wouldn't be talking about it all day to everyone. I'm probably wrong about that.

My dad thought he had indigestion, or an issue with his blood hemolizing, because he has a couple of blood conditions. It turns out he had a mild heart attack. Crap, that's scary, but my god, it's like a heart attack fixing factory in the hospital we went to. People stacked up like cord wood, coming out on stretchers being told that they can go home tomorrow after angioplasty, and no driving for 2 days!

He was coherent and healthy-looking the whole time, what the hell? I was nervous like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, and the cardiologist was all like, Oh, here's a copy of the pictures we took of the inside of his heart. Neat, right?

No. Not neat, terrifying. I don't care if it's commonplace for them, it wasn't commonplace for *us*.

And yes, I voted already. Took the opportunity to cancel out the vote of some good New Jersey republican.