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October 2004

October 28, 2004

yes, already.

panic is setting in. and i'm thinking about throwing $ at that panic.

see, i just got an email from the kerry/edwards crew noting that
tomorrow is the final deadline for campaign contributions... and, i
dunno, i thought: what if just a whole buncha people just contributed
whatever they could? like, three bux. a fiver. whatever you can manage. i
mean, it *might* make a difference, yes? or at least couldn't i then
say that i'd taken that extra step -- speaking with my wallet, as it
were -- and feel i'd done what i could, even if things go horribly,
terribly wrong (please, hold me)?

https://www.democrats.org/support/kerry.html

i'm going to contribute SOMETHING. it won't be much, but if you and
your friends and their friends did the same....

consider. and pass on as you see fit.

i'm going to go puke from anxiety now...

October 27, 2004

john kerry for president.

this endorsement from the new york times on october 17th is worth posting in full.

The New York Times
John Kerry for President

Senator John Kerry goes toward the election with a base that is built more on opposition to George W. Bush than loyalty to his own candidacy. But over the last year we have come to know Mr. Kerry as more than just an alternative to the status quo. We like what we've seen. He has qualities that could be the basis for a great chief executive, not just a modest improvement on the incumbent.

We have been impressed with Mr. Kerry's wide knowledge and clear thinking - something that became more apparent once he was reined in by that two-minute debate light. He is blessedly willing to re-evaluate decisions when conditions change. And while Mr. Kerry's service in Vietnam was first over-promoted and then over-pilloried, his entire life has been devoted to public service, from the war to a series of elected offices. He strikes us, above all, as a man with a strong moral core.
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There is no denying that this race is mainly about Mr. Bush's disastrous tenure. Nearly four years ago, after the Supreme Court awarded him the presidency, Mr. Bush came into office amid popular expectation that he would acknowledge his lack of a mandate by sticking close to the center. Instead, he turned the government over to the radical right.

Mr. Bush installed John Ashcroft, a favorite of the far right with a history of insensitivity to civil liberties, as attorney general. He sent the Senate one ideological, activist judicial nominee after another. He moved quickly to implement a far-reaching anti-choice agenda including censorship of government Web sites and a clampdown on embryonic stem cell research. He threw the government's weight against efforts by the University of Michigan to give minority students an edge in admission, as it did for students from rural areas or the offspring of alumni.

When the nation fell into recession, the president remained fixated not on generating jobs but rather on fighting the right wing's war against taxing the wealthy. As a result, money that could have been used to strengthen Social Security evaporated, as did the chance to provide adequate funding for programs the president himself had backed. No Child Left Behind, his signature domestic program, imposed higher standards on local school systems without providing enough money to meet them.

If Mr. Bush had wanted to make a mark on an issue on which Republicans and Democrats have long made common cause, he could have picked the environment. Christie Whitman, the former New Jersey governor chosen to run the Environmental Protection Agency, came from that bipartisan tradition. Yet she left after three years of futile struggle against the ideologues and industry lobbyists Mr. Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney had installed in every other important environmental post. The result has been a systematic weakening of regulatory safeguards across the entire spectrum of environmental issues, from clean air to wilderness protection.
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The president who lost the popular vote got a real mandate on Sept. 11, 2001. With the grieving country united behind him, Mr. Bush had an unparalleled opportunity to ask for almost any shared sacrifice. The only limit was his imagination.

He asked for another tax cut and the war against Iraq.

The president's refusal to drop his tax-cutting agenda when the nation was gearing up for war is perhaps the most shocking example of his inability to change his priorities in the face of drastically altered circumstances. Mr. Bush did not just starve the government of the money it needed for his own education initiative or the Medicare drug bill. He also made tax cuts a higher priority than doing what was needed for America's security; 90 percent of the cargo unloaded every day in the nation's ports still goes uninspected.

Along with the invasion of Afghanistan, which had near unanimous international and domestic support, Mr. Bush and his attorney general put in place a strategy for a domestic antiterror war that had all the hallmarks of the administration's normal method of doing business: a Nixonian obsession with secrecy, disrespect for civil liberties and inept management.

American citizens were detained for long periods without access to lawyers or family members. Immigrants were rounded up and forced to languish in what the Justice Department's own inspector general found were often "unduly harsh" conditions. Men captured in the Afghan war were held incommunicado with no right to challenge their confinement. The Justice Department became a cheerleader for skirting decades-old international laws and treaties forbidding the brutal treatment of prisoners taken during wartime.

Mr. Ashcroft appeared on TV time and again to announce sensational arrests of people who turned out to be either innocent, harmless braggarts or extremely low-level sympathizers of Osama bin Laden who, while perhaps wishing to do something terrible, lacked the means. The Justice Department cannot claim one major successful terrorism prosecution, and has squandered much of the trust and patience the American people freely gave in 2001. Other nations, perceiving that the vast bulk of the prisoners held for so long at Guantánamo Bay came from the same line of ineffectual incompetents or unlucky innocents, and seeing the awful photographs from the Abu Ghraib prison in Baghdad, were shocked that the nation that was supposed to be setting the world standard for human rights could behave that way.
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Like the tax cuts, Mr. Bush's obsession with Saddam Hussein seemed closer to zealotry than mere policy. He sold the war to the American people, and to Congress, as an antiterrorist campaign even though Iraq had no known working relationship with Al Qaeda. His most frightening allegation was that Saddam Hussein was close to getting nuclear weapons. It was based on two pieces of evidence. One was a story about attempts to purchase critical materials from Niger, and it was the product of rumor and forgery. The other evidence, the purchase of aluminum tubes that the administration said were meant for a nuclear centrifuge, was concocted by one low-level analyst and had been thoroughly debunked by administration investigators and international vetting. Top members of the administration knew this, but the selling went on anyway. None of the president's chief advisers have ever been held accountable for their misrepresentations to the American people or for their mismanagement of the war that followed.

The international outrage over the American invasion is now joined by a sense of disdain for the incompetence of the effort. Moderate Arab leaders who have attempted to introduce a modicum of democracy are tainted by their connection to an administration that is now radioactive in the Muslim world. Heads of rogue states, including Iran and North Korea, have been taught decisively that the best protection against a pre-emptive American strike is to acquire nuclear weapons themselves.
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We have specific fears about what would happen in a second Bush term, particularly regarding the Supreme Court. The record so far gives us plenty of cause for worry. Thanks to Mr. Bush, Jay Bybee, the author of an infamous Justice Department memo justifying the use of torture as an interrogation technique, is now a federal appeals court judge. Another Bush selection, J. Leon Holmes, a federal judge in Arkansas, has written that wives must be subordinate to their husbands and compared abortion rights activists to Nazis.

Mr. Bush remains enamored of tax cuts but he has never stopped Republican lawmakers from passing massive spending, even for projects he dislikes, like increased farm aid.

If he wins re-election, domestic and foreign financial markets will know the fiscal recklessness will continue. Along with record trade imbalances, that increases the chances of a financial crisis, like an uncontrolled decline of the dollar, and higher long-term interest rates.

The Bush White House has always given us the worst aspects of the American right without any of the advantages. We get the radical goals but not the efficient management. The Department of Education's handling of the No Child Left Behind Act has been heavily politicized and inept. The Department of Homeland Security is famous for its useless alerts and its inability to distribute antiterrorism aid according to actual threats. Without providing enough troops to properly secure Iraq, the administration has managed to so strain the resources of our armed forces that the nation is unprepared to respond to a crisis anywhere else in the world.
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Mr. Kerry has the capacity to do far, far better. He has a willingness - sorely missing in Washington these days - to reach across the aisle. We are relieved that he is a strong defender of civil rights, that he would remove unnecessary restrictions on stem cell research and that he understands the concept of separation of church and state. We appreciate his sensible plan to provide health coverage for most of the people who currently do without.

Mr. Kerry has an aggressive and in some cases innovative package of ideas about energy, aimed at addressing global warming and oil dependency. He is a longtime advocate of deficit reduction. In the Senate, he worked with John McCain in restoring relations between the United States and Vietnam, and led investigations of the way the international financial system has been gamed to permit the laundering of drug and terror money. He has always understood that America's appropriate role in world affairs is as leader of a willing community of nations, not in my-way-or-the-highway doM_tion.

We look back on the past four years with hearts nearly breaking, both for the lives unnecessarily lost and for the opportunities so casually wasted. Time and again, history invited George W. Bush to play a heroic role, and time and again he chose the wrong course. We believe that with John Kerry as president, the nation will do better.

Voting for president is a leap of faith. A candidate can explain his positions in minute detail and wind up governing with a hostile Congress that refuses to let him deliver. A disaster can upend the best-laid plans. All citizens can do is mix guesswork and hope, examining what the candidates have done in the past, their apparent priorities and their general character. It's on those three grounds that we enthusiastically endorse John Kerry for president.

October 26, 2004

be afraid. be very afraid.

watch.

then read.

then VOTE.

errol morris ads for moveon.

here's hoping these actually get some exposure and airtime...

via jamiegp

hilarious low culture endorsement of kerry for president.

among their reasons for supporting kerry:

Have you seen John Kerry's wife? John Kerry promises that she will do shit to make you laugh your ass off: crazy, out-of-the-box, next level shit that none of us can even imagine right now. Okay, we'll imagine it: She'll speak at a convention for kids with spina bifida and correct some kid's posture. John Kerry promises she'll do stuff like that all the time.

the face.

the best thing about watching antiques roadshow -- besides those aryan-looking slightly-creepy-yet-slightly-endearing identical twin furniture appraisers, natch -- is seeing *the face*. *the face* is, of course, the excruciating-to-behold facial expression of none-too-steathily disguised disappointment displayed upon hearing that the hideous gnome-faced jug you brought in, convinced it was an ancient peruvian relic worth thousands -- perhaps even hundreds of thousands -- of dollars, is in fact a poorly-made 20th century reproduction worth the price of bus fare home. zing!

what makes this deflation so priceless is the transparently obvious effort to not betray disappointment, paired with the marked physical inability to maintain that facade. so, while mouthing lukewarm, knee-jerk niceties such as "oh that's great," their entire face just visibly *drops*, their eyes turn dark/dead, and their mouth curves downward in a tell-tale dubyaesque frown. you can practically hear the wounded-animal screams echoing inside their skulls.

now that's what i call entertainment.

October 25, 2004

bush/monkey comparisons

[insert own planet of the apes joke here.]

spam=spamologue

a touching dramatic interpretation of a well-known piece of spam.

sniff. i feel a little misty.

October 24, 2004

spongebob sdtk.

wow. the sdtk to the upcoming spongebob squarepants movie is pretty rad. here's a couple toons from it, linky-linked for your listening pleasure:

the shins - they'll discover soon
the flaming lips - spongebob & patrick confront the psychic wall of energy (could that title be any more lipsesque?)

apparently there's a song from wilco on it, too.

and yes, i'm still sick.

bows to stereogum

October 23, 2004

i'm a web dork.

and now i'm sick as well.

so of course i'm using this valuable "downtime" to dick around with movable type.

anyone know how to fix the code so that my banner will show on all site pages (archives, etc) and not just the main page? i'm sure its simple but i'm in a pestilence-induced haze at the moment. so humor me.

sniff.

**edit: i figured it out -- and you webheads out there will appreciate this: the problem was that the link on my master archive index to the banner image was for a "gif" file, not a "jpg". d'oh.

have i mentioned i'm not feeling so good?

also: could i sound any fucking dorkier?

going to lay down now...

surviving surviving christmas.

there's nothing better than a bad review...except ten bad reviews.

via defective yeti

i'm so tired, my mind is on the blink.

one of the awesomest things about being married to jamie is the completely unexpected, random gift-giving. today i received a package with this inside, and though the note enclosed stated it was from "jamie, M_ & truman", i mean, c'mon, its pretty obvious that neither M_ nor truman would be able to complete an online transaction and -- as far as i know -- neither has a credit card or paypal account. anyway, i have yet to closely inspect said gift, but expect a brief review shortly.

ps: please do us both a favor and don't tell me that you don't like the beatles, because while i can understand, say, a preference for the stones, to actively dislike them is to be a person who is seriously damaged in some way. barrage me with emails to the contrary if you will, but in my experience those who assert -- like, openly and in public and shit -- that they don't like the beatles are those people who tend to be socially awkward in a scary way (as opposed to socially awkward in an endearing way, which i'm all for), pointless contrarians who think it somehow raises their cool quotient to diss things liked by many (these are the same people who decided that the pixies became irrelevant once they became popular, despite the undeniable brilliance of surfer rosa, doolittle, etc.), and/or people who did music reviews for, like, alternative press in the mid-90s and decided that anything prior to slint's spiderland or spacemen 3 recurring was passe (i dated a few of those dickwads).

sometimes there is a reason why everyone likes something, and sometimes -- just sometimes -- that reason is a fucking good one. the beatles are like ice cream; tasty and satisfying and joyous, and there's no arguing with it, so jump on board and get with the program already, dork*.

(*hypothetical anti-beatles reader. not you, of course. heh. errr---)

g'night everybody!

October 22, 2004

site wonkyness

just sos ya knows, i'm doing some site tweaking, and as a result these pages may look a bit off, shall all we say, at times over the next several days. this is because coding for me is a process of trial-and-error, with emphasis on error. eventually i'll figure it all out and sweetney.com will be spiffier than ever...bear with me.

yr most humble and obedient servant,
tracey

October 21, 2004

it gets creepier.

according to amazon.com, i'm an early adopter in alternative music.

its like they know me or something.

October 20, 2004

thank you, netflix.

in case you were, ya know, curious: this has just been pushed to the top of my queue.

please note, dear readers: this is a musical.

the truman show.

a few pix of the new guy:
truman1truman2truman3
yeah, he's a little on the cute side. until he drops an atomic bomb on your ass, that is.

where i'm calling from.

Aubade
by Lynda Hull

Below the viaduct, the 5:05's stiff wind snares
the whole block in its backlash, and although
the morning fairly aches with promise, only
insomniacs are out, the million-dollar dreamers
orphaned by love's chameleon reversals.
What joins me to my neighbor is this

silent complicity: by flashlight I uproot
dandelions and crabgrass, while on his fire escape
he does calisthenics. A month ago he came home
to an empty flat and that emptiness turns
its dull blade inside his chest. Caught by the last
anemic sickle of moon, perhaps he thinks himself

more than half a man, but less than full.
This early the street's washed black and white,
jittery as a sixteen-millimeter reel. It's easy
to understand, at times like this, the sudden
desire to commend oneself into the hands
of sympathetic strangers who, in certain

transfiguring lights, wear the faces of husbands
and wives. And then there's the edgy allure
of the dangerous ones - that red-haired cashier
with an emerald piercing her nostril's flare,
or the carnival boy who tends the shooting booth -
those blind ducks with rings painted round

their necks. This business of being human
should not be such a lonely proposition. Maybe
I should drop my spade and stride
to my neighbor's alley, call out, It is I,
the one for whom you have been waiting.
Come down. Let us join our forces. Yes,

a brash tarantella through fireweed, the shattered
bottle glass. But I am not so bold, not nearly
so presuming. Instead I note the snail's
slimy progress and my neighbor touches toes
until the fog rolls down the hill like a memory
that wants losing. He performs deep knee bends

until he strikes a contract with himself
that gets him through his day, a deal not unlike
the one between earth and root, between
green pear and empty hand. My neighbor
crawls back through his window, his landing
sways its vacant iron grid, and above

the plummeting alley, a sleek gray seam of sky.
Pretty soon deals will go down all over the city.
The fruit vendor will appear singing strawberries
and watermelons. From their tanks, lobsters
in the seafood markets will wave pincers as if
imploring the broken factory clock that registers

9:99 in the morning, 0° even in the heart of summer.
Answer me. What am I to make of these signs?

October 19, 2004

bush's debate notes.

i kind of figured they'd look something like this.

waste.land. (pun intended)

okay, seriously folks: does every mother's life feel to them as though it is continuously -- on a day-to-day, hour-to-hour basis -- teetering on a tenuous tightrope strung between chaos and insanity, or is it just me?

on second thought, don't answer that.

after our puppy debacle -- detailed here ad nauseum -- i got it into my thick skull that what we needed was a real puppy. this being defined as: a single-breed canine between the ages of 2-3 months. the line of thinking was that our recent experience was pretty much related to bred temperament (which is not to say that the puppy didn't have other, perhaps psychological, issues not related to temperament, but you dig where i'm going with this), so what was needed was to ensure that this would not be an issue the second time around. after some research i came up with a short list of dog breeds known for their sweet, mild, child and cat -friendly natures, and pugs were top among them.

so yeah, we got a pug.

shut up.

and yes, yes, a thousand times yes, he is wonderful and adorable and everything feels much different -- better -- than it did during the drama of last week, and i'm certain we've made the right choices and goodgoodgoodgoodness abounds all around. i'll be posting pictures soon, have no fear.

but here's where the upsurge in the chaos/insanity quotient comes in: did you know that two month old puppies -- not unlike 2 month old humans -- are just pure eating, sleeping, shitting and pissing machines? with emphasis on the excrement, oh please believe me. as darling as the little guy is (and have i mentioned yet that his name is Truman....Harry S. Truman? as though his wrinkled, bulgy-eyed visage weren't hilarious enough...), since we brought him home i have LITERALLY DONE NOTHING BUT CLEAN UP ANIMAL WASTE AND FERRY HIM TO AND FROM THE BACKYARD. sure, i mean, i *knew this*.....intellectually. but its the actual doing that brings reality crashing down like a cartoon anvil upon one's head. i went from exhausted and stretched thin (pre-puppy) to dead-on-my-feet and stretched to the point where i now hear an occasional tendon snapping (post-puppy). and yes, you can feel free and righteous in laughing at me since i did this to myself.

so yeah, anyway, all the little life-tending plans i had for the day went to hell...i couldn't even finish a goddamn load of laundry, let alone do something enjoyable like, oh, communicate with other human beings. i realized today in my pug-induced panic that i am an absolutely horrible friend/correspondent because my life constantly feels so *just barely* under control -- yet ready to spiral off into the abyss should i turn my head ever so slightly and take my eyes off of things for, like, two seconds (or so the voice in my head says) -- that i'm utterly inconsistent and unreliable in terms of keeping in touch with almost everyone i care about. is that even rational? the obsessive watchfulness, i mean... the sense that with vigilance alone i can somehow manage to hold it together. honestly, i don't even know what not holding it together entails...what it is exactly that i'm trying so desperately to hold at bay. but never has the line "these fragments i have shored against my ruin" felt so personal and unpretentious.

and yet this is nothing new, this pressurized, on-the-edge feeling. its pretty much what i know life to now be, since M_ was born, i guess. what's amusing though -- or disturbing, or both, depending on your perspective -- is my compulsive need to add to the burden (see: let's get a two month old puppy!). i'm not sure if this comes from a tendency toward self-destruction or an optimistic streak; if i believe something in my life needs to break or if i believe that somehow another heaping spoonful of work added to my load will be revelatory -- that i will be set free from anxiety and stress in accepting imperfection in myself, life, everything, everything, because there will come a point where i will be physically unable to remain as i was, unbroken. so does this mean that not 'holding it together' is, in fact, being set free? self-destruction=emancipation? note: "I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl at Cumae hanging in a cage, and when the boys said to her 'Sibyl, what do you want?' she replied 'I want to die'."

i can't even believe i'm going on and on like this when there's actual laundry to be done. heh.

yes, i'm fine. really.

October 16, 2004

"no, you're hurting us."

get thee a BitTorrent client and download a copy of jon stewart's appearance on Crossfire. like now. seriously.

[insert sound of my jaw hitting the floor]

could he *be* any more rad?

**edited to add: find a BT client here: http://bittorrent.com/download.html

bah.

i sent this email out just now to friends/family about baxter (who i posted pix of yesterday)...sigh.

shortly after sending out my email with pictures of baxter yesterday, we had several disturbing experiences with him (figures, eh?). we'd only had him for about 24 hours at that time, and both our cats and M_ had stayed away from him up until that point. but yesterday, on two separate occasions, baxter barked and *growled* at M_ when she (tentatively, and still at some distance) tried approaching him. this was not simply playful barking or 'feeling uncomfortable' growling, but -- based on body language, posture, and the look in his eye -- "i am going to rip your throat out" aggression. needless to say it really freaked me out, since he'd been very sweet with jamie and i up until that point. upon seeing the cats yesterday, he'd also chased them with a level of intensity i found a little disturbing, but i'd written that off as typical puppy behavior. but after the growling episodes with M_ i decided to give the people i got him from a call to see what they thought of all this, and was referred by them to a dog trainer.

i spoke with the dog trainer on the phone for about an hour yesterday evening, and the upshot is that based on his breed, age, sex, what we know of his history, and what we'd seen of his behavior that day, the trainer strongly recommended that we not keep him. needless to say this was difficult to hear and a heartbreaking decision to make, but we decided to take the advice and returned baxter to the animal rescue people. since he's still a puppy, they seemed certain he would find a home quickly, with the knowledge that he shouldn't be placed in homes with very small children and/or small animals.

just fyi.

i need a xanax.

October 15, 2004

introducing.

our new addition -- Baxter!

baxter1baxter2

6-month old supermutt extraordinare, found through a local animal rescue joint.

yeah, so now i have TWO toddlers, essentially. wheee!

October 12, 2004

toddler politics.

went to pick up some kerry/edwards yard signage at the baltimore campaign office this afternoon, and the three (bedraggled, overly eager) campaign workers manning the office asked if M_ wanted to volunteer to work election day.

i mean, admittedly, she IS young and energetic -- a go-getter, really... particularly if the going-and-getting involves the retrieval of ice cream sammiches -- but how hard-up can they really be?

true, she *does* know how to work a phone (by banging the receiver against the floor).... hmmm....

generally tacky and unseemly.

i've been suffering an utterly incomprehensible revival of the complexion i had in my teens, and thus found myself seeking a product that would suck all the oil from my pores and leave my skin dry, flakey and unseemly. just like the good old days.

i'd heard good things about tea tree oil, and so bought a small vial of some sort of tree tree oil-based acne kill roll-on stuff (cough cough), which actually stated in the directions that it was to be applied FIVE TIMES A DAY. what, is this supposed to be my *job* now? i mean, who has the time, energy and fucking persistence to devote THAT much brain space to a couple zits? i can barely remember to feed my cats once a day, and i've had them for 7 years....i sure as hell am not going to be able to summon enough mental energy to remember to gently bathe a few temporarily rogue pores in Ren Fair (oops, sorry -- FAIRE) -scented oils 5 times a day (from the smell of it, tea tree oil must be cousin to patchouli).

bah. i'm in my 30s and i have to worry about this shit?

in other news (yes, my pores count as news), i was overcome with ecstatic joy upon learning that david rees of my most beloved GYWO will be at atomic books shortly. at the reading you'll know who i am cuz i'll be the one throwing panties at DR's head from the back of the room, lifting my bic lighter on high in tribute to his work as he reads from his majestic catalogue....

okay, i won't be THAT embarrassing, but have you read his stuff? dude is funny.as.shit. and as we all know, funny equals my own personal aphrodisiac. well, that and old spice.

October 09, 2004

oh how i laff and laff.

you forgot poland.

October 04, 2004

a couple things.

1. i'm getting sucked into that new series "lost", despite my recent seeming inability to watch anything other than bad reality television. i know its gonna turn out to be some sort of jurassic parkesque dealy -- a government facility on the island was messing with mother nature, creating bizarre hybrid superanimals or something -- but despite this it's pretty compelling thus far.

2. since when do gas stations just randomly not have gas? have i slipped through a wormhole in space-time and landed in the 1970s? TWO gas stations i went to today were just fresh out. weird. oh, and when i finally was able to get my hands on some fossil fuel, it cost $28 to fill up. TWENTY-EIGHT DOLLARS. jesus. the human race had better figure out some way to reduce oil consumption, cuz production is peaking in a mere 6 years, and we'll soon after be pretty fucked. not that we aren't already. by 2100 the temperature of the planet will have increased by 10 degrees, and i gotta believe that's gonna seriously mess with weather/climate/environment/agriculture/etc. yep, overall we're just kinda doomed.

sorry. i guess monday tends to bring out the apocalyptic street preacher in me.

the museum, the zoo, rock n' romp, my tongue.

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October 03, 2004

Jessi Klein's CNN blog.

Jessi Klein (of VH1's amusing Best Week Ever blog) has a political blog over at CNN that's worth a read. her take on the recent debate is pretty hilarious:

Watching Bush talk always gives me that feeling like when you're watching an alcoholic uncle give a toast at a wedding - you're just kind of hoping he'll get through it without messing up too bad, but he inevitably does.

same old story, same old song.

1. i have a ridiculous 12 invites for gmail up for grabs. send me your current email addy and one is yours. please, for chrissakes, help.

2. why am i suddenly getting all sorts of spam related to prescription antidepressants and highly addictive anti-anxiety medications? i mean, is it *that* obvious?

3. spent an unbearably average day at home with the chunklet while her papa went to see the orioles fail miserably at being a respectable franchise. as luck would have it though, we have rock n' romp to look forward to tomorrow, so its entirely possible that i'll get through this weekend without seriously contemplating packing up, jumping in the car, and driving -- just driving, with no definite destination in mind -- to escape psychotictoddlerland.

*terrible twos in full-effect. werd to yer mutha.*

4. heavy rotation: elliott smith - from a basement on the hill

5. currently reading: affluenza; getting by on the minimum [see a pattern developing?]

6. wondering: how is it that ben affleck is hosting SNL tonight? i mean, isn't his career *completely over* by now? didn't that whole j-lo debacle effectively throw the last shovelful of soil on the grave of his celebrity viability? aren't we all just a little tired of his chiseled jaw, his affable demeanor, his alcoholism -slash- gambling addiction and the attendant insane, late-night spending sprees?

where the hell are jude law and orlando bloom when you need them?!?!

October 02, 2004

just watched.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

oh.my.fucking.god.

go see. now.

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