(Started at 5:30 this morning.) Why am I up? I could be hungry. If I go to bed hungry I can’t sleep through the night. But I don’t always realize at first that I am hungry, it takes a while for me to be awake enough to recognize that feeling.
George W. Bush is now gone. He is no longer the president. He is an ex-president. Even his dwindling hardcore base doesn’t seem terribly sad to see him go, really. Maybe they’re getting tired of defending him, weary of the increasingly elaborate and strenuous mental gymnastics it takes to explain
Just in case you haven’t seen this yet, here is a link to a lame attempt to make us feel sympathy for somebody who donated to California’s Proposition 8. The editorial is extremely manipulative — right from the headline."A life thrown into turmoil by $100 donation for Prop. 8" —
I have a weird quirk to my personality, where I believe in failure, but have a hard time believing in success. Failure is always real — knife-in-the-gut real. But success? Surreal. Kind of distant and fuzzy, like it’s a dream I’m having and I’m going to eventually wake up. This
Today I just became aware of perhaps the strangest of the strange Obama rumors traveling through the email-o-sphere: that Obama had been employing Voodoo against McCain, which causes him to writhe around and grimace uncontrollably. I just want to set the record straight here. Yes, there is voodoo being employed
Last night I was in a bar where Fox News was on with the sound turned off. All I could see was faces, clips, crawls, and captions. I tried not to watch, but I kept getting distracted by the movement on the screen, and then distracted by the fact that
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed a crude spray-paint job on Dino Rossi’s name on the large campaign sign in the yard of an insurance place near where I work. The McCain/Palin sign had a penis painted on it. Yesterday, I noticed that our neighbor’s Obama/Biden sign had been