Lesbian Communist Cookies and Beer

Get yourself some lesbian Communist cookies AND beer at Renegade Brewing’s annual Beer & Cookie Pairing


Kevin Swanson, professional idiot, begs loyal ‘Mericans not to buy “lesbian, communist” cookies from the Girl Scouts of America.¬†Fortunately, Denver’s excellent Renegade Brewing came to the rescue with its Girl Scout Cookie & Beer Pairing. A measly ten dollars got me five cookies (three each). They were all super yummy, especially the Rah-Rah Raisin paired with Consilium Pale Ale

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Playing Catch Up

I don’t know why I quit blogging. I don’t know why I quit writing. A lot of things have happened since May 2007, when I wrote the last entry to Wander Woman. For one thing, although GoDaddy had a valid credit card on file, and although I had signed up for automatic renewal of my domain, they didn’t charge my card, the reminder emails went into a bulk folder, and by the time I noticed a squatter had snapped up www.wander-woman.com. Fuckers. I hope they choke on it.

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It’s Da Bomb

Another weekend, another round of “stay in your homes” warnings about bombings. So when encouraged to avoid public places, public transportation (What? And die in traffic?!?) and the like, what’s a girl to do? Why, join a band of merry revelers, costume oneself as a backpacker, and go drinking on Khao San Road. Somehow I’d avoided this manic mecca for five months, but this posse was more than happy to claim my Khao San virginity. Bonus: The crowd included a sizable contingent of Southerners (we’ll count Texas) and now we’re forming a Cornbread Club. Okra and gumbo to follow.

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Rockin’ the Vote, Bangkok Style


So my absentee ballot, mailed 3 weeks ago, arrives from Missouri on Monday afternoon. Tuesday I take four taxis before I find one that understands “American Embassy” and rush during lunch to get my precious into a diplomatic pouch. After surrendering my mobiles and waiting (citizens services are open between 1:00 and 2:00 p.m.), I hand my ballot to a bored-looking Thai girl. She takes it as if she’s never seen one before, and says, “We’ll mail it for you.”

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