Oh hai, forgot about this.

I am not scheduled to work until 3. This is greatly screwing with me. I keep thinking I either have the day off, or that I’m late.

Anyway, news linkage!

A study of Ugandan men shows little difference in sexual satisfaction before and after circumcision. You may or may not remember the idea that circumcision can cut HIV infection rates by up to 50%. I have questions about how they test that (for one thing, I would think it possible that condoms are less comfortable with a foreskin than without [but then, I have no cock to test this thought with] and that may lessen likelihood to use condoms), but if it’s accurate, then hey, not my body part they’re amputating. As long as it doesn’t make people go, “Oh hey, let’s make circumcision of infants the norm!”, I don’t care what grown men do to their penises.

The next Bond girl has been cast. Gemma Arterton has been in five other productions. I have no idea about her acting ability, but I do have an issue: She’s not sexy like Bond girls are supposed to be. She’s cute, yes, but not “let me do you now” hot. Vesper Lynd, she is not.

Australia’s government has decided not to form a reparation fund for the so-called Stolen Generation. Now, Australian politics and history are not my forte. However, here’s what I do know: The Stolen Generation is made up of Aboriginal children who were taken from their families and placed with white families, supposedly to help the two cultures assimilate. Really, to wipe out Aboriginal culture, I think. According to the article, it happened between 1915 and 1969. So…here’s the thing. These children were forcibly taken from their homes and placed elsewhere (not even always with families, if I recall correctly, and I’m sure I’ll be corrected if I’m wrong; sometimes in white-run homes), and…they get nothing. Right. This makes…perfect lack of sense.

Musharraf says it’s Bhutto’s fault she was assassinated. This one is basically, “My culturally ingrained misogyny. Let me show you it.” Because if it had been a man, I very much doubt he’d be saying that. Incidentally, Pakistan apparently still can’t decide exactly what killed Bhutto.

In today’s bizarrely gross news, a Texas man apparently killed and cooked his girlfriend. It’s up in the air as to whether or not he ate her, however. Ick.

Stephen and Jon will be back on the air tonight. This article reads more like a blog post than an actual news article, but I still like it, even though it’s basically things I knew and stuff we’ve been speculating about (like how they’ll perform). Our vote: Jon sits there and stares at the camera for 22 minutes.

A twelve-year-old beat a seventeen-month-old to death with a baseball bat. Apparently, she was crying while he was trying to watch TV. Why on earth would you let a twelve-year-old with a temper like that watch a toddler?

At least it’s not, “Hello, World.”

Hello, all. I am not Italian, as my blog title says; I just couldn’t think of anything else quickly. My creativity is being diverted toward NaNoWriMo, as well as NaBloPoMo. This journal is mostly going to have my NaBloPoMo entries, at least for November; I may also post extra, regarding my NaNoWriMo progress or similar. We’ll see how it goes, shall we?

I work at a shoe store as a first-level manager. I do also blog elsewhere, but it’s mostly inane fan-related things. Real life and news posts will make it here. I’m living in Georgia, recently relocated from San Jose, California. My parents and youngest brother still live in San Jose; my other brother and sister are at college in California. I have two roommates, S and G, one cat who is a complete princess and adores G more than she loves me (ungrateful beast; I handraised her from the time she was born), and S has a puppy who cries at inconvenient times, like when I’m falling asleep.

I have my characters for NaNoWriMo mostly mapped out, since I’ve played with them before. The problem now facing me is this detail called “plot”. That, and I haven’t written anything so long in ages, and the last thing I did write that’s that long is not only utter crap, but took more than a year to get to 50,000 words. We’ll see how I do. I have a team of cheerleaders, aka S, G, and…SD, I suppose (damn you two for having names beginning with the same letters!) whom I can bounce ideas off.

Next post is the first official NaBloPoMo entry.