oh memories

you know what i love about our current state of affairs? that it's worn me down to the point where i now look upon this fondly, as part of the "good old days" long gone are the days when our AG and the DOJ were just weird and slightly offensive; this is terrifying. does it feel like everyone in this administration has been giving us the finger for the past 7 years?

when bad things happen to bad people

you know, i'm not really into dancing on people's graves, but i can't help but comment on this. sorry jerry. this was obviously some sort of coordinated attack by the jews, gays, feminists, Teletubbies, pagans and ACLU. but what really gets me, is that there is now some sort of unspoken (or loudly spoken) decree that all republican presidential candidates need to issues statements on this. this guy was a radical, on-the-fringe hatemonger. these guys really need to pander to his fans? really? REALLY? there's something wrong there. this is about the time i need mike gravel to show up and call a bigot a bigot. old man has balls. (i'm pretty in love with mike gravel.)

growth!

you know, out of all of the million things i have to talk about today, including but not limited to us attorneys, uk work visas and brown rice, all i really want to talk about are my tomato plants. look how big they're getting! compare picture one (behind the dahlia) to picture two: and that's only been two weeks! i was so pessimistic, but it looks like they're going to make it afterall! boys are going to be big. yay for sunshine and the promise of cherry tomatoes. i'm also pretty in love with amy winehouse's 'i'm no good.' it's my running song tonight.

swoon

when i was a sophomore in college and whitney gould was trying to get in my pants via mixtape, i fell in love with what i knew then as "track 3" and what i know now as "change my life" by spoon. even as an old biddy now, it's one of my favorite songs. and spoon is right up there with messrs jagger, murdoch and stevens as the musical loves of my life. i went to see britt daniel last night and it was perfect. (he is a sexy devil. don't tell my boyfriend.) so it's sunny and i'm dancing in my chair to "nefarious" having a good old time.

the oprah effect

she can get millions of americans to read tolstoy and faulkner and now she's trying to get millions of americans to vote for my political boyfriend barack. aka barry hussein (i stole that from wonkette. i'm not that amazing.) this freaks me out a bit. i like to picture barack in two scenarios: 1) smoking a cigarette in some poorly lit library reading lincoln biographies. or 2) wearing next to nothing on the beach. holding hands with oprah and talking about souls and shit in front of a bunch of swooning cardigan-clad desperate housewives enthusiasts does not really fit into either of those. baby, you said you weren't going to do the hollywood thing, right? it's me and my $25 contributions you love, right? i need to ignore politics for a year. if i come back in may of 2008 and his campaign hasn't destroyed itself, i will be able to breathe freely again. no more showing up to debates about health care without a health care plan honeybunch. i'll see you next year.